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you don't get conscious without a rise from the base then you are aware
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May 26, 2023
May 26, 2023 at 6:24 AM UTC
haiku 23/5/25a
Youre steady base, Keeps my off beat rhythm In tune.
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 2:21 PM UTC
Our Song
a man has shoot and sell his desire where tires embark to Ilium but a nobleman farm his wit with hell and back truck in a parade of fire yet amble in Market Square
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
Ilium Road
The planet earth is maybe the material gold dust of all. But it’s null on what it bases purely standing on empty space! Indeed there is no matter at the base of the matter. The nano atoms adherent to natural scientia split and dance the bottomline is pure blank! Cosy slim and delicate atom continues to deep down. Stripping off to the quark zooming in yet far inside much more further down. Goodness knows how comfy slim will it be before it touches down on to the universe smallest layer. The matter, confined to natural codes, in search of the smallest building block turning to be a matter free off the matter.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
The Art of a Scientific Atom
The basics of basics base themselves in the base of one's self you can't take the basics out of the base
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
Wave Base
while out and about an unexpected over bare ring bout to defecate arose, where sphincter asserted clout and would excrete despite without doubt... if closing distance (to reach rental abode) beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle transmitting excretory code set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded, and wooded make shift commode and essentially for naught negating toddler toilet training, sans getting ***** trained undone via my ***** ready to explode and blast immense solid waste byproduct (oh...close to the size of Rhode Island) thus a marathon race against time found immediate readiness to pull off roadside to access make shift water closet generating image firmly in pooping mode grabbing hold of a tree trunk (a mini rocky horror picture show, - this analogy included for no particular reason other than as a non-sequitur) and also to convey, how I tried to allay distractions while painful contractions flowed (perhaps approximating a woman on verge of giving birth) but...no matter, aye could envision, an ever increasing heavy m**f*** load hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments this chap abandoned prior simultaneous evacuation plan starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk (nonetheless, thy darting darting anguish, futile lizard like lookout, a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush even for a measly Georgian bush quickened nsync with ****** spasms visual scouting industrialized where backhoes didst crush once a time sacred happy hunting grounds of native Americans, now flush with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush, where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush a doo doo about nothing) except sprint ting to a void push immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush peopling infrastructure affixing urbanization with their warrior whoosh!
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
incommodious em bare *** sing accident
while out and about an unexpected over bare ring bout to defecate arose, where sphincter asserted clout and would excrete despite without doubt... if closing distance (to reach rental abode) beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle transmitting excretory code set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded, and wooded make shift commode and essentially for naught negating toddler toilet training, sans getting ***** trained undone via my ***** ready to explode and blast immense solid waste byproduct (oh...close to the size of Rhode Island) thus a marathon race against time found immediate readiness to pull off roadside to access make shift water closet generating image firmly in pooping mode grabbing hold of a tree trunk (a mini rocky horror picture show, - this analogy included for no particular reason other than as a non-sequitur) and also to convey, how I tried to allay distractions while painful contractions flowed (perhaps approximating a woman on verge of giving birth) but...no matter, aye could envision, an ever increasing heavy m**f*** load hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments this chap abandoned prior simultaneous evacuation plan starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk (nonetheless, thy darting darting anguish, futile lizard like lookout, a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush even for a measly Georgian bush quickened nsync with ****** spasms visual scouting industrialized where backhoes didst crush once a time sacred happy hunting grounds of native Americans, now flush with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush, where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush a doo doo about nothing) except sprint ting to a void push immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush peopling infrastructure affixing urbanization with their warrior whoosh!
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*I'd travel to the most secluded meadow. The last one before the mountain steeps and the trees die out amongst the rocks. Not to swim in the lake or the lesser pond. But to pull a single flower for you. What else could exemplify this? The rarity of your beauty to me?*
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
At The Base
My soldier traveled across the sea. He gazed upon twinkling purple Crete stars and thought of me. He felt the undertones of my body in the grey blue Bahrain Sea. I sent him my warmest love when he stared at the sparkling sun. My soldier came home when my letters arrived. Time was too long. Her silky hair laid on his chest, just as the dry Crete wind blew, when I whispered I love you 6000 miles away.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
My Soldier
It rains as they put up the tent they work as fast as they can but still get soaked to the skin. Once the tent is up they climb inside. I'm going to the shower block to shower and change into dry clothes Dalya says. The other girl mumbles similar and they grab their towels and walk through the rain to the female shower block and go inside. They peel off the wet clothes and put them under a bench and go into the showers and turn on the taps. Hot water Dalya closes her eyes and lets the water rush over her body and hair. She wishes Benny was there to wash her body with soap his hands moving over her curves and between her thighs under and over her stiff ******* But he is not there and she must do it herself and pretend with eyes closed that it is him there. His hands not hers his breath on her neck as he whispers words. His hands about her body smoothing down skin. She spreads her thighs pretending letting out sighs.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
AFTER RAIN IN STOCKHOLM 1974.
A Little Quiz If you could sell a thing for lots, Finance your yachts; Would you boycott? Boycott, if what you sold Could finance wars, Could bring worlds To their burned-out knees, Would you do business? If you could earn a salary By working in a factory Producing weapon’s heads, Guns, poison gas – All granted by the local laws, Would you do business? A little quiz - a little Buddhist - Prompted by The sheer potentiality Of personalities and crime TV Regarded daily. Hypothesize: Your kids are hungry. A Little Quiz 8.29.2017 War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
A Little Quiz
in this neo-classic house with their partition in glass that her reflexes still shine in their wilderness again that drives her tears in craft with time to sequester their burdens in this room with mirrors now he tread through this capillary with imaginary ***
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 8:06 AM UTC
Gwendoline
The coach drew up at the base camp in Malaga. Miriam and I got off and eyed the scene the area of tents and bars and camp restaurant and the club house where they had discos in the evening until late. We followed our guide who showed us where our tents were. I was with an ex-army guy Miriam was with some other dame. See you later at the bar she said. Will do I replied. The ex-army unzipped the tent we clambered in with our bags then he zipped up again. Better than the last camp he said morosely. I placed by bag to one side and got out my sleeping bag and lay on it to rest for a short while. He unpacked his sleeping bag (better than mine probably ex-army) and lay down staring at the roof of the tent. He talked about his army days and about his mother's new boyfriend and how he didn't get on with him and how he only left the army because of his nerves and depression. I listened but in my mind's eye it was Miriam there ********** and I thinking that a blessing.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
BASE CAMP MALAGA 1970
Dalya bought a burger at the burger joint, bought a beer at the camp bar. Sat on one of the benches, ate the burger. Benny sat opposite, ate his hot dog, sipped his beer. They'd been into Stockholm, saw the sights, ate at some cafe that did good meals. Rock music churned out over the loudspeakers, ACDC stuff. What you doing after? She said. There's a disco over by the shower block, he said. Don't fancy it, she said. Where's the Yank girl? He asked. She's off with the Aussie in the City. My tent or yours? Benny said. Makes no different, she said. If they come back too soon we're ******* She ate, eyed him. He sipped, eyed her. Her knees touched his under the bench. Won't be back in awhile, she said. The ACDC ended. Crowd noise. Beer stink. Burger smell. Led Zeppelin music started. After we can, she said. My tent is best, she added. He nodded, smiled. Music got louder, got wild.
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
GOT WILD 1974.
This world is set of vice and virtue Good and bad play their due part In front of Satan say we do, we do Good ones have their way to depart All those who are servant of God Uphold the verdict not to astray They are fully protected by Lord They travel like a clear light ray Servants of devil take double death They carry along deplorable plight They carry death with every breath Their eyes are blind not to see light Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
Base Coins
At Hamburg at base camp young Dalya says to me what a dump have to put up our tents that Yorkshire ***** couldn't find her **** with both hands let alone put up tents but it's done mostly by me not her standing there mouth open suggesting this or that I watch her taking out a ciggie and light it with my blue cheap lighter then lit my cigarette thanks she says how'd you get on with that Aussie guy? He was good knew the ropes had it up in no time I tell her let's go for a large beer and burger at some bar she tells me so we go to some joint in a field order beers and burgers and French fries I like her she's sassy and up front and has nice soft melons pushing through her tee shirt she talks on I listen to her voice and music from high up loudspeakers some rock stuff and wonder if we might at some time in some way nestle down in some place she talks on studying my hazel eyes and brown bearded face.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
HAMBURG STAY 1974.
That base camp at Malaga tents and bars and a wash-house and showers and best of all of course (after the bogs and showers) was the bar and Miriam said there's a disco tonight at this place you coming? of course why not as long as you're here and there's ***** I said so we went and it was hot and there was too many bodies dancing (or such as it was called) and you had to fight your way to the bar through tides of people in all kinds of clothing and body smells and hair styles and girls with too much **** so it blocked your way and then once you got to the bar you had to make the bar keeper understand your language and if he could hear through the din of disco music you eventually got your drinks and Miriam was over in a corner at a table she hogged from some French guys and she said some guy pinched my **** did he bring it back? I said she snorted through her nose bringing up the last drop of coke I'm seriously she said sorry about that and gave her her drink and sipped my *** and coke and looked around the place to see who may have pinched her **** but there were too many bodies dancing away and chugging about so I sat and said I guess you have a cute **** and someone needed to touch it to see if it was real maybe so she said but it's my **** still.
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
TOUCH OF MALAGA 1970
Auntie took me to the hut where the wives of army men could meet and talk and drink tea and eat home-baked cakes or buns it was quite crowded with wives and their kids and she saw Milly and her daughter Elsie and walked over to them where they were sitting here sit here next to me I'll get you a tea and cake Milly said o thank you Auntie said Benny you go with Milly and she'll get you something so I walked with Milly and she got me a beaker of orange juice and I took a cake and she got Auntie's stuff and we walked back Elsie was sitting the other side of Auntie and stared at me as I approached move up Elsie Milly said let Benny sit down next to his auntie Elsie pulled a face and moved along a seat unhappily and sat staring at me I wanted to sit there she said it's my auntie I said she's my Mum's friend and my friend Elsie said you're not I sat in-between Auntie and Elsie she pouted and glared with her little eyes I'm 5 and the oldest of us so I should sit where I want to she muttered I sipped my orange juice didn't you bring your doll? I asked her no it wanted to sleep and its too noisy in here she said maybe I can see your doll at sometime? I said no it doesn't like you she said I nibbled my cake did you want some of my cake? I asked her looking at her not if you've touched it she said Milly moved a hand across and slapped Elsie's leg don't be so horrible to Benny she said sorry about her Benny she's got a mood on her Milly said and sat back and talked to Auntie again Elsie pouted harder and stared at her reddening leg your fault she whispered rubbing the redness want to look out the window at the parade ground and look at the soldiers marching by I said she sighed softly suppose can she said we got off the chairs and walked through the crowded room and across to a window at the other end and climbed on chairs to look out she held my hand to steady herself then let it go and we stared out at the ground and at soldiers marching by I thought I saw a tear in her 5 year old eye.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
TEAR IN EYE 1951.
Auntie took me to the hut where the wives of army men could meet and talk and drink tea and eat home-baked cakes or buns it was quite crowded with wives and their kids and she saw Milly and her daughter Elsie and walked over to them where they were sitting here sit here next to me I'll get you a tea and cake Milly said o thank you Auntie said Benny you go with Milly and she'll get you something so I walked with Milly and she got me a beaker of orange juice and I took a cake and she got Auntie's stuff and we walked back Elsie was sitting the other side of Auntie and stared at me as I approached move up Elsie Milly said let Benny sit down next to his auntie Elsie pulled a face and moved along a seat unhappily and sat staring at me I wanted to sit there she said it's my auntie I said she's my Mum's friend and my friend Elsie said you're not I sat in-between Auntie and Elsie she pouted and glared with her little eyes I'm 5 and the oldest of us so I should sit where I want to she muttered I sipped my orange juice didn't you bring your doll? I asked her no it wanted to sleep and its too noisy in here she said maybe I can see your doll at sometime? I said no it doesn't like you she said I nibbled my cake did you want some of my cake? I asked her looking at her not if you've touched it she said Milly moved a hand across and slapped Elsie's leg don't be so horrible to Benny she said sorry about her Benny she's got a mood on her Milly said and sat back and talked to Auntie again Elsie pouted harder and stared at her reddening leg your fault she whispered rubbing the redness want to look out the window at the parade ground and look at the soldiers marching by I said she sighed softly suppose can she said we got off the chairs and walked through the crowded room and across to a window at the other end and climbed on chairs to look out she held my hand to steady herself then let it go and we stared out at the ground and at soldiers marching by I thought I saw a tear in her 5 year old eye.
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We stopped at Madrid base camp and I put the book back in my duffle bag what you reading? Miriam said I took the book out and showed her The Apostle? what's it about? St Paul you know the guy who found Christ on the road to Damascus o him she said why are you reading about him? wanted to read what he was like and did I said she shrugged and said everyone for their own salvation I guess I put the book away in the bag we walked to a base camp cafe and ordered burgers and cokes and sat at a table together who you sharing a tent with? she said some young ex army guy I said what's he like? she said he moans a lot about the army and his mother and his mother's guy whom he hates I said shame you can't share with me she said smiling but I’ve got a tubby girl with me who eyes all the guys but the guys avoid shame I said maybe she's all right o she's all right but not my type she smiled maybe we should team her up with that ex army guy Miriam said then we could shack up and have good night together I looked at her don't think he'll be interested he's off dames as well some girl had let him down a few months back I said shame Miriam said it would have been good I guess it would I said we ate and drank and went back to our separate tents to change for the camp disco later I watched her walked with that swaying *** and I walked back reluctantly over the damp grass.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
OVER DAMP GRASS 1970.
I walked Auntie's dog Dancer across by the parade grounds while Auntie did the washing in the copper the dog kept near me as we walked looking back at me to make sure I hadn't got behind we saw Auntie's friend Milly with her 5 year old daughter Elsie Dancer stopped and wagged its tail and licked Milly's hand and Elsie glared at me hello Benny Milly said hello I said say hello to Benny Elsie Milly said Elsie stared at her mother then at me hello to Benny Elsie she said stiffly no you bad girl say it properly or I'll slap your backside Milly said hello Benny Elsie said grumpily hello Elsie I said politely as Auntie said I should what's your auntie doing? Milly said she's doing the washing I said o I see well do you want to come to our place and have a glass of milk and a biscuit? she said Dancer too? I said yes Dancer too she said Elsie pulled a face and we walked back to Milly's place the other side of the parade ground and we went up some black metal stairs and into her flat Milly went off to the kitchen with Dancer following   to get him a bowl of water and us some milk and biscuits how are you? I said to Elsie she stared at me like I was a bad smell then said hope you don't stay long I want to play with my dolls and don't want you playing with them boys don't play with dolls I looked at her trying to see if there was a little bit of a smile but there wasn't just her small lips shut tight and her eyes looking at me just come for milk and biscuits I said Elsie put her hands behind her back and walked off and sat on a battered looking sofa Milly brought us milk and biscuits and said to me sit on the sofa next to Elsie and I'll go get my cup of tea off she went and I sat next to Elsie and she moved along a bit from me and sipped her milk and clutched her biscuits in case Dancer came and ate them (which he would) Milly came back and sat down in an old chair opposite near the fireplace with her cup of tea well aren't you two a pair just like brother and sister Milly said smiling don't want him as a brother Elsie said glumly that's not nice Elsie what's got into you Milly said Dancer came in and sat opposite me and wagged his tail and looked at me for a biscuit I broke off a bit and gave him some and he took it gently and it was gone in the blink of an eye then looked at Elsie his head to one side gazing at her she broke off a bit and gave it to me to give to Dancer and he took it gently and then walked off and sat down by the fireplace good dog Elsie said Milly talked about her and Auntie and about her husband in Germany and my uncle in Korea I sat a bit nearer to Elsie as Milly talked and Elsie looked at me dark eyed and moody.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
DARK EYED AND MOODY 1951.
I walked Auntie's dog Dancer across by the parade grounds while Auntie did the washing in the copper the dog kept near me as we walked looking back at me to make sure I hadn't got behind we saw Auntie's friend Milly with her 5 year old daughter Elsie Dancer stopped and wagged its tail and licked Milly's hand and Elsie glared at me hello Benny Milly said hello I said say hello to Benny Elsie Milly said Elsie stared at her mother then at me hello to Benny Elsie she said stiffly no you bad girl say it properly or I'll slap your backside Milly said hello Benny Elsie said grumpily hello Elsie I said politely as Auntie said I should what's your auntie doing? Milly said she's doing the washing I said o I see well do you want to come to our place and have a glass of milk and a biscuit? she said Dancer too? I said yes Dancer too she said Elsie pulled a face and we walked back to Milly's place the other side of the parade ground and we went up some black metal stairs and into her flat Milly went off to the kitchen with Dancer following   to get him a bowl of water and us some milk and biscuits how are you? I said to Elsie she stared at me like I was a bad smell then said hope you don't stay long I want to play with my dolls and don't want you playing with them boys don't play with dolls I looked at her trying to see if there was a little bit of a smile but there wasn't just her small lips shut tight and her eyes looking at me just come for milk and biscuits I said Elsie put her hands behind her back and walked off and sat on a battered looking sofa Milly brought us milk and biscuits and said to me sit on the sofa next to Elsie and I'll go get my cup of tea off she went and I sat next to Elsie and she moved along a bit from me and sipped her milk and clutched her biscuits in case Dancer came and ate them (which he would) Milly came back and sat down in an old chair opposite near the fireplace with her cup of tea well aren't you two a pair just like brother and sister Milly said smiling don't want him as a brother Elsie said glumly that's not nice Elsie what's got into you Milly said Dancer came in and sat opposite me and wagged his tail and looked at me for a biscuit I broke off a bit and gave him some and he took it gently and it was gone in the blink of an eye then looked at Elsie his head to one side gazing at her she broke off a bit and gave it to me to give to Dancer and he took it gently and then walked off and sat down by the fireplace good dog Elsie said Milly talked about her and Auntie and about her husband in Germany and my uncle in Korea I sat a bit nearer to Elsie as Milly talked and Elsie looked at me dark eyed and moody.
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She's back, said Dalya, the skinny Yank dame is back, and shares my tent with her perfume and talk; her tales of whom she's had and whom she's slept with and how much they spent on her and why and where. Benny met me by the bar in the Copenhagen base camp, beers and smokes and burgers and fries, and me telling him about the dame and what she says and does, and o that perfume enough to drown in, and he laughed and said he heard the Yank dame was after the Aussie guy who he shared a tent with and the Aussie guy was hot for her. The base camp speakers were pumping out Deep Purple, high guitars and bellowing vocals, and Benny said when will you and I get together again? and I said as soon as the dame goes or leaves or shacks up with another.   We went into the City and saw some sights, the Tivoli Gardens, the Little Mermaid statue, and had a few more beers and smokes and he kissed me and it was a hot kiss, and I wanted him, but there was no where to go, so I just carried the image of him back to my tent and where I, well you know.
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
COPENHAGEN AND AN IMAGE 1974.
That time we went to Fez and you said it's like Biblical times all these fecking donkeys and camels and people dressed like Jesus I said to Miriam so it was my first time and we had to leave the vehicle outside the gates of the city she said we were sitting at the Moroccan bar of the camp base sipping cokes and had French loaf sandwiches on plates beside us but it was good I said and that mosque I went in was great I had to take off my sandals mind you but hey the site inside was good I didn't go in but that market was out of this world she said she sat on a stool beside me sipping her coke she had a pink tee shirt and red shorts -I loved red- and bare feet I looked at the feet recalling mouthing her toes that night in Malaga after the shower at the camp base there and well the rest followed I bit into the French roll sandwich lettuce cheese cold lamb meat and some kind of pickle those women wore those black gown things she said could only see their eyes I don't think I could wear one of those I like to be seen and why bother to wear make up or wear something skimpy if you've got one of those on she said they don't I guess that's their religion I said she bit into her French roll and was silent she smelt of apples and hay and I could have licked her but we sat and ate and thought of the beach and moon and stars and *** if not too late.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
IF NOT TOO LATE 1970
He had a musical talent others strive to have, I only wanted to hear him, hear each finger as they touched the strings, of his left handed base, get to sit there and listen to him play, get to hear him play, get to maybe learn how to play myself, or just fool around, perks of being a lefty too, but I haven't gotten to hear him play, he for the time being lives far away, and when miles don't separate us, the time will, the time and effort we can put in to see each other, to hear each other, waiting for one another will become a painful task, every summer day will be hard to last because we just, will eventually get tired, the same old waiting game, gets old fast and quick, and if I remember correctly the last time we got to be together, my friend felt the decency to kick, his sack, and the fact, even though I repeatedly asked, what the hell happened, he nor she nor anyone really, told me why, but he told me every reason he thought could of been why, and I know he didn't lie when he said he didn't know, I heard him tell me everything he did know, and that was more then enough for me to know, how I wanted to hear him play his base, and listen to him as I played with his hair, I wanted him to hold me close, like its too close for comfort, the sweet whispers sound like screams, but nothing's out of a bad dream, this dream is good and real, and you can hear and feel everything like you're meant to, I wanted him to leave his mark, so i'll never forget where he's been, so it be easier to remember what he has said, when he treats me with a respect and grace i've never been given, and even if he does love someone else, and I can't love him anymore than puppy love, would I stop caring? why would I? even when romance wasn't on the table, we were friends, I wanna hear the echoes and repeats playing sound tracks of friends, because I know I can't, have him, and that I dont even deserve him, but I still want to hear him play, his left handed base, and everyday, I still miss him, and hope, to hear him play.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
I wanted to hear him, (rewrite of Left handed Base)
He had a musical talent others strive to have, I only wanted to hear him, hear each finger as they touched the strings, of his left handed base, get to sit there and listen to him play, get to hear him play, get to maybe learn how to play myself, or just fool around, perks of being a lefty too, but I haven't gotten to hear him play, he for the time being lives far away, and when miles don't separate us, the time will, the time and effort we can put in to see each other, to hear each other, waiting for one another will become a painful task, every summer day will be hard to last because we just, will eventually get tired, the same old waiting game, gets old fast and quick, and if I remember correctly the last time we got to be together, my friend felt the decency to kick, his sack, and the fact, even though I repeatedly asked, what the hell happened, he nor she nor anyone really, told me why, but he told me every reason he thought could of been why, and I know he didn't lie when he said he didn't know, I heard him tell me everything he did know, and that was more then enough for me to know, how I wanted to hear him play his base, and listen to him as I played with his hair, I wanted him to hold me close, like its too close for comfort, the sweet whispers sound like screams, but nothing's out of a bad dream, this dream is good and real, and you can hear and feel everything like you're meant to, I wanted him to leave his mark, so i'll never forget where he's been, so it be easier to remember what he has said, when he treats me with a respect and grace i've never been given, and even if he does love someone else, and I can't love him anymore than puppy love, would I stop caring? why would I? even when romance wasn't on the table, we were friends, I wanna hear the echoes and repeats playing sound tracks of friends, because I know I can't, have him, and that I dont even deserve him, but I still want to hear him play, his left handed base, and everyday, I still miss him, and hope, to hear him play.
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*HP sycophants Why would someone prop up hacks Idiots praising*
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
Sub-missives
he has a left handed base, and I want to hear him play, but he is in vermont, for the winters, but that's alright, we can have the summers, but I will be working, and trying to get my truck I wanted, and he will be waiting, daily for me, he will eventually get tired, of waiting for me, to hear him play, right? see, I love him, even though the last time I was with him, my friend kicked his sack, do I know why, nope, will he, she, or anyone tell me, why they hell they were made at him? nope... but I love him, I love his long hair, and his honest mind, I love how he doesn't call me pretty, but still does with his eyes. I love how he just means what he says, and says what he means, I love how he, says he thinks he loves me, and how he doesn't get mad when I cry, I love when he holds me, I love when he kisses me, and kisses my neck, and leaves marks, to make sure I don't forget where he was, I love how he doesn't make me **** him, or **** his **** unless I want to, but, I hate, how I won't get to hear his base, still, and how I miss him,
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
Lefthanded Base