I've come with water // to put out your fire

I've just now finally perfected the art of underachieving on quizzes. Just right now I have.

How is it possible that James cross paths with Shannon and she is somehow clued to knowing his connection to me? Something up there is in charge of this. (looks to the sky) God is a crafty devil he is.

Destiny has taken a hand it seems. Our paths will cross again. This is all very funny.

Don't lose your trust

She called me crying. Yelling. "I'm lost and alone in the dark!" I tell her to please meet me someplace, anyplace. "Can you get to the Walgreens parking lot soon? I will be there please meet me there, it will be ok."

Her lights finally turn the corner. Sitting across one another in the back and holding her together with a warm grasp. "Somebody cares about you. Don't ever quit." Clearing away the teardrops. Her eyes. We kiss . Sadness melts into the air. Laughing. We draw hearts and initials on the steamed windows. Minutes and hours spent in embrace on the front porch. The sprinklers and sunrise are spying over our shoulders.

Cotton candy in our faces like mashing of wedding cake. Secretly listening to you sing from the other room. A footrub and two open ears greeting your longest days.

Our eyes never leave our gazes, cuddled in a candlelit bathe secretly hidden from all the planet.

You don't believe that this girl is my friend. What is making you so defensive? I'm jealous because you are my very everything. I just don't feel ready yet. I just feel that we're in a rut. It doesn't matter if you were drunk. Well then maybe I should take that job out there. I was lying the whole time. I never want to see you ever again.


(turns pg. 342 in accounting text)

And I know I've just begun, // all the pain has passed and there is peace

We kissed.

The notes of the Irish band swirling through the plaza into the Florida night and green beer sliding us across the sidewalk.

A casual glance. A touch. The shouts and claps and music surrounding us in circle as two held tight and flew apart and collapsed and rose in dance.

Hands grasping faces.

Pulling each other into the calm moonlight. It was our moment, before our paths led us away across different futures to the same finish. Our flames joined here.

We laughed.
We smiled into eyes that would forever remain as much passion as mystery.

We kissed.

Illuminate the "No" 's on their vacancy signs

I think my favourite photograph is the one of the 1st birthday. The funny hat crookedly crowning the celebration and the cake frosting smeared across their face and hands. I almost cry thinking about that.

Driving with your windows down and listening to music is just about the most fun ever. I feel so free to open the sunroof and breeze across the state in the sun.

Thumbing through the records and suddenly there she was. I stole very quick glances and it almost seemed that she was doing the same. She was playing this song over the P.A. and whispering the chorus to myself I thought of what could possibly be together. I feel it again, so quickly the fears floated away.

2 weeks of schoolbooks to catch up with in 4 days time. No Florida spring break with friends before the work. It seems like quite a very long tunnel. But I can see the light. I can finally feel it again. Hope to see you on the other side.

But the film is a saddening bore // For she's lived it 10 times or more

One whole week. I wouldn't let myself go back there until just this last Friday. It had to be exactly 7 days time. No Salvation Army, I would hardly let myself even dream of it. Of course when Friday finally came I was actually calm, donned in 'the shirt' for a return to it's previous digs.

Why all the waiting and planning? To so irritatingly answer a question with a question: for what single occasion do the male of the species adopt such a silly charade?

Only she wasn't there. No smiles or added thanks for fashion advice or fumbling attempt to steal a moment away from the ''gently used" mega store.

At least it was funny when I came back the next day with the cleaned shirt once more to meet the same 6 newly puzzled eyes 24 hours later. I'll grow up someday.

You know the night's magic, seems to whisper & hush // And all the soft moonlight, seems to shine in your blush

"I'm taking my portable copy of the Constitution...and the Declaration of Independence, along with a picture of Abraham Lincoln" said Nick between doses of vodka and orange juice. Bound for flight to China in just short of 9 hours, "and maybe a picture of the guy and the tank at Tiananmen Square...though probably not as I might want to spend a little time not in prison."

Tonight a proper sendoff was had in, where else, a semi-abandoned apartment complex in Pontiac Michigan for Nicholas J. Higgins , a Beijing rendezvous with his girlfriend (and yeah I'm not sure why I'm using myspace pages to reference them, I'm just going with it) who arrived at her internship at the China Daily a few months ahead of him, spending the whole of March and April together on the other side of the map.

It was a grand ceremony. I'm still not sure who owns this place, but it's basically a 4-5 story music studio/pad/unfinished tower in downtown. It was nice, I got to see Dan again and talked for a most solid 30 minutes about the Star Wars and a feature film he is making called 'Dirty Trousers' and also drinking his Sparks red bull-ish/alcohol drink that I am almost as convinced of as he is will certainly sweep the world over.

Then suddenly we are on the roof together with 6 others and following someone across and through a window to an abandoned theatre. And there it is, a simply huge/barely lit theatre in the early stages of renovation. As we illuminated our cell phone torches, we scattered about walking down the aisles, climbing onto and below the stage and up into the balcony. Dan swore he accidentally dropped his 1980's-esque aviators down to the floor below, so we spent good time searching about/testing possible hypotheses of just what object perhaps fell (i.e. throwing a screw and also an empty box of camel lights up into the air and gauging their sound at impact to the original sound), finally agreeing in the balcony that it was, in fact, a rather sizable wingnut. The place felt so haunted. I would turn my cell phone light out occasionally and just wait for some sort of dark specter to swallow me up like in that book 'House of Leaves'.

I like running and then sliding around in the road when it is icy. It's like you are surfing or sliding in like Fred Astaire dancing in the moonlight.