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dotinthesky) wrote2003-12-28 08:11 am
dotinthesky) wrote2003-12-28 08:11 am
Pass me the soap, Aragorn
Ever since I saw "Return of the King" two days ago, I've been dreaming of taking a bath in the dark, with just one (vanilla) candle lit. And the soundtrack of the movie in the background. And Aragorn in the bathtub with me, making waves.
He saved Middle-Earth so why can't he save me?
Then he could fry some eggs and bacon afterwards, and make me some Earl Grey tea too. I'm hungry. I'm always hungry.
Frodo and Sam, sitting on a tree... h.u.m.p.i.n.g.
I have a little alien in my stomach, waiting to burst out. It's been growing since I took up weight-lifting. It's mouth is always open, taking in the food or letting out the gas. It's a nasty little creature and I want it out. It keeps me up at night. I woke up at 5am today, and couldn't go back to sleep. I thought of sex, refrigeratores, toilets, the past, the future, rock and roll concerts. I thought of all things pleasurable but I still couldn't go back to sleep. Kevin lay like a stone beside me, one of those ancient stones that lies deep in sleep and laughs at you with its old-age wisdom. As much as you try to imitate a stone, you'll never be so firm.
Fuck! I'm so hungry but Kevin and his sister are still asleep. Should I wake them up with the blessed smell of bacon sizzling? Or eggs shivering like Summer nipples? Or bread toasting like burnt mattresses?
I could try going back to sleep... zzzz
He saved Middle-Earth so why can't he save me?
Then he could fry some eggs and bacon afterwards, and make me some Earl Grey tea too. I'm hungry. I'm always hungry.
Frodo and Sam, sitting on a tree... h.u.m.p.i.n.g.
I have a little alien in my stomach, waiting to burst out. It's been growing since I took up weight-lifting. It's mouth is always open, taking in the food or letting out the gas. It's a nasty little creature and I want it out. It keeps me up at night. I woke up at 5am today, and couldn't go back to sleep. I thought of sex, refrigeratores, toilets, the past, the future, rock and roll concerts. I thought of all things pleasurable but I still couldn't go back to sleep. Kevin lay like a stone beside me, one of those ancient stones that lies deep in sleep and laughs at you with its old-age wisdom. As much as you try to imitate a stone, you'll never be so firm.
Fuck! I'm so hungry but Kevin and his sister are still asleep. Should I wake them up with the blessed smell of bacon sizzling? Or eggs shivering like Summer nipples? Or bread toasting like burnt mattresses?
I could try going back to sleep... zzzz
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My friend Karla said the same thing about Viggo... but I'd still put my hand in the fire for him... (and I'll pretend he never did G.I. Jane)
Orlando... no need to say anything.
;o)
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Rock on!
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