Because I know not everyone caught it the first time around.

It was morning.

I was on the bus, headed to campus, a bag filled with folders, textbooks, pamphlets about coping with loss and death that a Jehovah's Witness had handed to me at the bus stop.

I breathed in the conditioned air, cold, deceptively fresh.

Across from me sat two girls, Asian, obviously foreign. You can tell from the way they dress, move, breathe.

They were asleep, exhaustion mingled delicately with some strange satisfaction etched into soft lips and even softer breaths.

Their arms touched, just barely graced each other, skin against skin, enough to know that there was someone else, warm, warmth, but that they were still separate beings.

The girl on the right moved subtly, resting her head on her partner's shoulder. There was a nuzzling, a welcoming.

My shoulder supporting her dreams was one of the greatest feelings in the world....

The air conditioning seemed even colder for me, gaseous jealousy flowing from frosted vents.

I had a bag of cheesy snacks with me, and I opened them as I stepped off the bus, looking back at arms gracing each other, fingers clasped, and memories gone and past.

It was my stop.

But I am perpetually tired.

Love and Peace

It's just see you later, in better days.

Maybe.

I love when my friend starts a conversation with "Hey, remember dragons fucking cars? Well, there's raptor erotica now."

Well, the conversation actually started before that but whatever...

I don't know what to say about these...







There's also some orca rape stuff...



And a lot more here including some .avis.

I remember the other day I was heading to the community pool. It was a warm summer day, the first real day of summer, sweaty, hot, the air hung with the defeat of so many popsicle sticks.

Not having the key to the pool (my parents never received one and why go through the trouble?) I jumped the fence.

There were two boys, young. I ignored them but at the same time acknowledged their existence.

They were friendly, polite, moving to the side, giving me room to swim some laps.

But they were friendly to each other in an entirely different way. Their heads hung close together, their lips even closer, the splash of water increasing the strange flames that sparkled in their eyes and laughter and secret smiles.

I finished my laps. As I was jumping over the fence, returning to suburbia, plaster, the same five shades of paint on every house, I looked back and saw the two boys, entangled, playful yet purposeful, passionate.

Later, I found myself bathing in a tub of ice, numbing my entire body, feeling the need to not feel. A bag of Cheetos, already half-eaten, perched on the soap stand.

And I wondered why I always experienced such strange sexual exchanges.

But I am very tired very often.

Love and Peace

Woot, happy birthday, Anna (canceromega)!!!




These lads also wish you a happy birthday.



Fake tans, unbuttoned shirts, and all.

- I remember there were two key events that transpired that informed me that I was fully and completely a part of Threadless:

1. People started referring to me by my real name (or a derivation of it)
2. Kayce instant messaged me out of nowhere and told me not to dress as the lead singer of VHS or Beta.

And that's when I knew. I was accepted. For the most part. I mean, how far does acceptance ever really go?

- It's finally the end of the year for me. The summer is here.

I remember I was on the campus bus a few weeks ago. I sat next to a girl, average, a bit on the big-boned side, but she seemed nice, a generally good person.

As we were heading off to our destination, a distinct scent hit my nostrils. Wondering where the musk came from, I searched and sniffed, until I finally realized where the smell was coming from. The girl next to me smelled of Cheez-Its or Goldfish crackers.

Unable to hide my erection, I revealed the Beast to her, and we proceeded to make love. Folds and folds of skin and flesh met, greeted, and embraced.

We came to my stop, and she had lost several calories (I am a demon of a workout).

Me? I had the taste of Cheetos on my lips.

There isn't a lesson to be learned from that exchange, no moral to the story, no reason for any of it, and who knows if any of it is true.

I'm just really tired.

Love and Peace

For my addiction to this video.

Whomever you might be, Mystery STPer, thanks so much!

If you're ever around town, I will make you English muffin pizzas.



And/or bake you cookies.