Lost Love Lust

Archives: February2009

• direction & affection.

  “Now you drive this car nicely ok? And watch the breaks because they are quite stiff.”
  “Are you some fucking nut job?”
  “Nut job? No…I just like watching others drive me around. You are going to drive me the rest of the way to Vegas, and no funny stuff yes? Because I wouldn’t want to piss me [...]

• two slices of lemon, please.

  10 Years from now.
  I see myself wearing a very funky scarf in a stylish cafe, smoking a cigarette and reading a pamphlet to the newest art showing that month.
  I see myself in a modern minimalist apartment cooking rice and listening to acid jazz.
  Painting on a balcony in a Paris loft with flowers running down the sides of it.
  Sporting [...]

• not canada.

  Monday.
  - Buh-jee-zus is it just me or is it haling in Arizona?
  - Minimum wage can be awful. I wouldn’t know though.
  - I have not had hair this soft in perhaps, ever. That would be just a guess, perhaps.
  - I need a t-shirt that says “You are my next picasso.” Why? Just because.
  - It is funny [...]

• epitome & tapioca.

  The smell of oriental rice fills the house.
  Her dress spins lightly across the kitchen, humming softly, she drops a trickle of salt into the pan.
  Her shirt is a 1970’s beauty. Colorful, light dances upon the silk pink of her cheeks.
  A smile is such a joy when it is accompanied with the thought of someone close, [...]