Early on we spoke of ginger snaps and dandelions, and of how the spring pollen can tickle the nose just to the point of sneezing and hold it prisoner there for what seems an eternity. We discussed how tree limbs and sunlight cast shadows upon our feet. And I was convinced my toes were much uglier than yours, even though you disagreed. We spoke in great length of all the boys that ran marathons through our minds and battled the rock stars pasted to our walls, just to try and win our hearts.


And now when I tell you that the thought of pigtails and pony rides run in fierce competition with todays fuck knots and mustache rides, you giggle and tend to agree.

10/06/2005

Posted on 10/06/2005
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