This Ain't No Blog

I will yap about love, loving, affection and fucking, mix wandering and wondering, and worry for nothing. Be as crazy as I can be, talk fast like a yankee or two longtime spanish speakers, dance to the bed and bedlam bounce back out again, overuse the word again, overuse myself, overuse. Slap mosquitos, punctuate where I like, kiss like maybe I could freeze us forever in that happy place, if only I could focus hard enough. Be the best dam and the worst and the ugly middle, hate us because I know us best, yet disdain the hate of the others, because secondhand info isn't good enough to damn us all.