the ruse of bloom

last night i dreamed i was studying outside in pure pure hot temperate early fall Colorado and a guy approached me from behind....I said hi...then he leaned over my shoulder to show me an abstract penis drawing that supposedly a famous person drew in the book i was reading (Ulysses obviously.) According to the guy who was pointing this out to me, the famous person who drew the abstract penis was really high at a swimming pool when he drew it. As this person leaned over me to say this, he got closer and closer. he was talking, whispering kinda and i could feel his breath on my cheek. and then he stopped right there. cheek against my cheek. frozen like that, lips about two inches apart. and then his lips got closer ...and then i angled my lips towards his lips  imagine the outside corner of each set of lips. so hot, the lips just barely touching, i could feel my heart beat in my lips and then long pause and then 

 

it was just like that. in broad daylight. sunlit, on a bench, just out front of matthias. just one single infinite side angled soft wet kiss of corner lips that didn't assume anything at all. had no intention but itself. 

 

and then i woke up. and it was gray but not quite snowing.

reality is so harsh. 

this is one of my favorite dylan songs covered by the white stripes. for some reason, theres a memoirs of a geisha homage playing during the song in this clip. which is cool with me. 

 

i call this look "farm girls head explodes due to Ulysses 'the ruse of bloom' paper"

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you're blog is sooo weird and very visually pleasing.... only read a few thing (stop having scary dreams!!!) but it looks good.... muuuaaaahhh heep up the crazy rants....