How does one mix a message?
Put the words in a blender?
Toss them into a tornado?
Slice and dice them like a Ginsu Chef?
Mixing messages is not meant to confuse or confound anyone. They are simply to make the conversation more interesting.
Thanks for reading!
The Hat Seller next to me is a good man. He has always been good to my family and I. At first glance, he seems like a man who would have a short plump sweet faced wife and at the very least six children. But upon closer inspection, it turns out he has no wife and no children.
It seems such a waste that such a sweet man must go without a loving family. Granted, he does have many relatives to keep him company, but none of his own. Cousins and nephews may be good for the time being but, it would be nice to imagine the Hat Seller going home to a house filled with home cooked smells and many kids.
I know not the depth of the Hat Seller's heart. I can imagine he has much love to give.
Inspired by
A Family Friend & Canton Texas
It was dark. So dark I could hardly see Andrew's outline in the driver's seat. Oh dear god he is so hot, I thought to myself. Dare I kiss him after all that Italian food? He had some too. What the hell.
We had just stopped at Pull Out Point. Can you imagine? Me and the hottest and most popular guy on campus, at Pull Out Point! Pull Out Point is the most romantic place in Gasumberry. And almost every kid in Gasumberry was made here. So why not migrate back to the very spot you were made to make a regrettable choice of your own.
The view from the windsheild was as iconic and unexciting as any makeout point in any teen movie. But I couldn't help myself. I was thinking about what was about to heppen. I was so hot for Andrew, he was so unbelievably sexy for a Hipster. His package looked so good in his fair tread skinny jeans.
"What do you want to do now, Abby?", he asked. " I don't know. What do you want to do?", I said, "I don't know. I can be really indecisive at times, ya know?" As he said this, he looked out his window as if my answer to his question was hiding in the overgrown rose bush next to the car. "Maybe if we made out for a few minutes it would help us figure things out?", I said. And in the sexiest most blase voice he could muster, " Sounds like a plan."
Moving in close, he lightly thouched his lips to mine. Starting slowly and then suddenly, we were going at it like two horny ferrets.
The ZING was the first thing I noticed when our lips met. And when we moved closer to each other, I felt something else. Something very pysical, very real, and very of the human male. I was trying to maneuver my way around the dashborad and center console to sit on his lap. If I told you it didn't look awkward, I would be lying. In my selfish rush to feel up his boner, I also managed to hit my head on the rearview mirror, and turn on the radio with my ass. As Firsh Air with Teri Gross was blairing oh so unsexally in the background, Andrew was trying to put the driver's seat back so I could get on top of him. "This isn't working....", I said, " let's try the back." "Okay, Babe.", he said.
In a less than hot manner, he flopped me onto the back seat. When he finally got the driver's seat back in the upright position, he jumped on me. Somehow kneeing me in the taco and mashing my left boob. "Ouch! What the FUCK?!", " Oh my god! I really didn't mean to do that! I am so sorry. Are you okay?", "Yeah, I'm fine.", "Do you still wanna......", " Yeah! No, come on. I am so hot for you."
As he made up for killing my tittyboob, he pulled off my top and begain pinching my nipples. It felt good for a minute or so when I lost my grip on the locked door handle. I half fell half slid of the small back seat. Little did I know, Andrew hadn't let go of my nipple yet, so as I fell my right nipple almost came off aswell. "Ouch! Ouch! Let Go! Ahh!", "What?! What happened? Where are you going?", "Nowhere! I slipped off the seat.", "Oh. Sorry. Come here, I'll take care of you. Look at this."
As I sat up to see what he had for me, I hit my fourarm on the back cup holder on the center concol. Guess what he had for me? It was his dick! In full magnificent glory, ready for the taking. Or was I ready for the taking? All that aside, it wasn't very big. Not at all. "What do you think?", he asked, "Its.....nice." , I lied. " Ya wanna touch it?", he asked. At some point I most have lost all feeling in my loins because the thought of giving this once hot guy a handy just grossed me out. In my haste to get away from the uncomfortable experience, I jumpped up and, yet again, hit my head. This time on the roof of the car. Falling back down into the seat and Andrew's hardon. "Ouch! Oh my god! I think you broke it!", "No I didn't! I am sorry!", "Ahhh!", he sreamed. In bewteen Andrew's girlish sreams I found my garments under the seats.
Long story short, the back seat of my Hipster ex-boyfriend's compact car was not the best spot for getting it on. Thanks, Andrew. Thanks.
My heart drops when I think of you
When my heart drops I don't know what to do
As if it could save my life
I look to the sky
Wondering if you see the same one as I
No longer one but not yet two
It is the sad silly story of me and you
Being far but feeling you so near
Knowing not anything of fear
I hold on to this ring as if it could
Bring you here
Inspired by
Anything by Pixies for some reason
Not all who speak are heard
Not all who are gifted are blessed
Not all who are cursed are damned
Not all who believe have hope
Not all who cry are sad
Not all who have soul are soldiers
Not all who have looked have seen
Not all who read know
All who love are loved
Watch life around me on a Texas Winter Day
Listen to the bugs as the green grass blades sway
Sitting in the sun
Thinking to alomst feels like May
The wind comes in waves
Sweet yet also grave
Telling me the day must end
I shall sleep well tonight
Remembering the sweet sounds of busy bugs
While my mother gives me good night hugs
And welcoming the rain we haven't had in weeks
Yes how I love that summer heat on my cheeks.
Inspiered By
Take a walk ~ Passion Pit
Some day ~ Two Door Cinema Club
