Red Mosquito

let yourself enjoy waking up next to her, your morning wood eagerly greeting her supple haunches. let yourself enjoy the cool of her neck and the mockingbirds entreating june's gauzy pre-dawn gloom to get on with the day. let yourself enjoy her tussled hair and bare breasts. she doesn't wake, but she does shift a little and then breathe deeply. you realize that's what we're both here for.

you don't have to impress her. she doesn't have to impress you. you don't have to be together forever, though it would be nice if you were. but we're all gonna die, so just be here now, while whatever's here is still here and whatever's there is still there. let yourself be happy.

when it stops - if it's death, if it's getting clipped tomorrow by a 2012 dodge ram in an under-painted bike lane on MLK boulevard, or at the hands of some communist biotrash eunuch deployed by the regime in 2029 - well, just remember this: you had it.

you had it.

beautiful.

YOLO yo

how'd you get your dog to do that, burt?

tree_ wrote:how'd you get your dog to do that, burt?

I read The Decline of the West to him every night.

what's going on in here?

Cherish every moment you have on RM.

--- wrote:let yourself enjoy waking up next to her, your morning wood eagerly greeting her supple haunches. let yourself enjoy the cool of her neck and the mockingbirds entreating june's gauzy pre-dawn gloom to get on with the day. let yourself enjoy her tussled hair and bare breasts. she doesn't wake, but she does shift a little and then breathe deeply. you realize that's what we're both here for.

you don't have to impress her. she doesn't have to impress you. you don't have to be together forever, though it would be nice if you were. but we're all gonna die, so just be here now, while whatever's here is still here and whatever's there is still there. let yourself be happy.

when it stops - if it's death, if it's getting clipped tomorrow by a 2012 dodge ram in an under-painted bike lane on MLK boulevard, or at the hands of some communist biotrash eunuch deployed by the regime in 2029 - well, just remember this: you had it.

you had it.

What’s your dew point?

spike wrote:

--- wrote:let yourself enjoy waking up next to her, your morning wood eagerly greeting her supple haunches. let yourself enjoy the cool of her neck and the mockingbirds entreating june's gauzy pre-dawn gloom to get on with the day. let yourself enjoy her tussled hair and bare breasts. she doesn't wake, but she does shift a little and then breathe deeply. you realize that's what we're both here for.

you don't have to impress her. she doesn't have to impress you. you don't have to be together forever, though it would be nice if you were. but we're all gonna die, so just be here now, while whatever's here is still here and whatever's there is still there. let yourself be happy.

when it stops - if it's death, if it's getting clipped tomorrow by a 2012 dodge ram in an under-painted bike lane on MLK boulevard, or at the hands of some communist biotrash eunuch deployed by the regime in 2029 - well, just remember this: you had it.

you had it.

What’s your dew point?

i try never to have a point when i poast

life is precious

Life is something but precious ain't it.

epilogue wrote:Life is something but precious ain't it.

It's dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly, child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you're feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.

Lightly, lightly - it's the best advice ever given me...Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos...So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That's why you must walk so lightly.

Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.

--- wrote:

epilogue wrote:Life is something but precious ain't it.

It's dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly, child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you're feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.

Lightly, lightly - it's the best advice ever given me...Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos...So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That's why you must walk so lightly.

Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.

What changed you? Shrooms? Meditation retreat?