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By darwin Date: 2004 Mar 16 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.16.13.58.26201]] |
| i'm not a midnight blue hippie chic dragging my dreds against a sidewalk full of posies. i'm not poised and pleated and put together, paisley on paisely or pedantic printed nonsense. my socks seldom match, my hair is continually is some sense of disarray. I can't remember what year I last ironed my clothes. every day when I come home i put on the same pair of flannel pants, that I have had for years now, and some strappy strangled tank top that is dying for freedom from my flesh. my legs haven't seen a razor all winter, and sometimes I forget to shower for an entire weekend. but for all these disgusting habits, you still rub my legs at night, you bury your head into my neck, you kiss my lips, and hold my body naked away from you so that you can view it. in all its unholy glory. it's all these little things that we would hate to let anyone know, those tiny little facets of our lives. like how you will fart on me at night, and suddenly we giggle like two 12 year old boys who talked about fart bombs between school periods. or the girls who carelessly walk by the boys and accuse them of being jerks, when secretly they have crushes on each other. we burp on each other. we wrestle for the last piece of bread. we swear like sailors and accuse the rest of the world of being too stupid, and we the absolute genius. but the truth is neither you or I know any better than anyone else, and we're just living the only way we know how. my life is so intertwined with yours now, that if you were torn away from it, i wouldn't be able to survive. you are my life line. not in sickness and in health, but in dirty laundry and dishes... |