2004-08-31 - 9:19 p.m.
Here's some atypical work conversation from the store today. I'm skytoyzfore.
skytoyzwharf (2:40:15 PM): tears fall like dumbells of the the world champion weight lifter when you are not near
skytoyzfore (2:40:37 PM): speech fails like trying to jog
skytoyzwharf (2:41:04 PM): my laugh erupts like mt st helens
skytoyzwharf (2:41:50 PM): I think that talking like this should become second nature to us like breathing or blinking
skytoyzfore (2:42:12 PM): if i only spoke poetry to you, i'd say very little
skytoyzfore (2:42:19 PM): or it would suckj
skytoyzwharf (2:42:38 PM): this isnt poetry it is my heart like the pen on the page
skytoyzfore (2:43:32 PM): i search for words like my lost youth...and my glass is empty again
skytoyzfore (2:43:52 PM): bullshit so thick and pungent, as straight from the crapping hole of life
skytoyzwharf (2:44:05 PM): see you got it like the hope that fills my lungs when you walk in the room
skytoyzfore (2:44:42 PM): my lungs seize and tears roll down my barren cheeks upon each new word you send
skytoyzwharf (2:45:13 PM): I may not write poetry well but I feel what I write and that in itself is poetry to my soul
skytoyzfore (2:45:27 PM): i think i'm stretching for words too hard
skytoyzfore (2:45:35 PM): i can't just write as i think
skytoyzfore (2:45:43 PM): i keep stopping to correct and replace
skytoyzwharf (2:46:07 PM): no what you should have said was... like the runner preparing for the race I stretch and reach for the words
skytoyzfore (2:46:57 PM): damn it directly to hell's fiery gates. damn it like a beaver industriously slaving away in the river.
skytoyzwharf (2:47:18 PM): do not think I dont care because I do, do not think I do not love, because I do and do not think I judge, because I don't so you may reach up to find the phrases that tickle me but you will never be a failure in my eyes
skytoyzfore (2:48:24 PM): laughter buubles up and gushes from every orifice. then you praise and i stop. no longer are my desperate words seeking, for they have found their acceptance
skytoyzwharf (2:49:09 PM): lips reach for ears
skytoyzfore (2:50:30 PM): seek not a scotty dog, they live here no more, sir.
skytoyzfore (2:51:09 PM): i find myself describing my feelings, rather than conveying them in their true unchanged form.
skytoyzfore (2:51:34 PM): there's a girl up here staring at me strangely and smirking.
skytoyzfore (2:52:25 PM): downstairs lies my happiness
