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Daylight Nostalgia
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Daylight Nostalgia |
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Joe Houck Member
since 2001-04-23
Posts 324california 
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Daylight Nostalgia With three drinks in my gut, I pick up these sticks. Inhale Phillip Morris, exhale my decision about the night, no chicks worth impressing here, smokers breath is my white flag. I want a woman whose kisses are sweeter than my cigarettes, till then I'll take a pack of Camels, make my lungs pay the cost for bitter lips. Though I am no saint. I've succumbed to forked tongues with curvy hips. Love boat for Lust boat, same vessel with a different colored paint coat, loose lips that sink both ships, not me. Scapegoat. And them, they fool themselves, they love to. Thinking they walk to a different beat from a different drum, they just haven't heard as many songs. They are as stagnant as I am in this scene. I am a man of the night, surrounded by women of the night, searching for warmth at the wrong stroke of twelve. And I could make my bed warm with these women, the temptation never strays too far to misplace. To give in. To fake it for the night like they do, but I am tired of spooning with jack knives. I ask too much of them, and they of me. Perhaps I'm faking it now, maybe this is me, with my drink, and my sticks, and my gloom. Be that as it may, I'll keep looking for someone to keep me from being me. I'll stay here though and wait out the night. Drink my drink, smoke my smokes, blend with my shadow, no departure necessary. Who needs an exit anyway when you can just play dead? "A witty saying prooves nothing" (Voltare) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice piece of writing...James |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
Love this.  |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed very much ARCTIC WIND |
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Gumpy Member
since 2007-11-06
Posts 143Canada |
Nice read. Reminds me of being on tour. Gumpy How is it that after your heart is ripped out, you feel so much? |
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