Comments on: Why I sling… http://theblissquest.com/blog/2007/06/29/why-i-sling/ Eat My Bliss! Fri, 17 Feb 2012 11:21:10 -0800 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 By: Athena http://theblissquest.com/blog/2007/06/29/why-i-sling/comment-page-1/#comment-3520 Athena Thu, 05 Jul 2007 16:38:25 +0000 http://theblissquest.com/blog/2007/06/29/why-i-sling/#comment-3520 Sweet! Thanks Erisan. We need to sit and do some people watching together. Fun! Sweet! Thanks Erisan. We need to sit and do some people watching together. Fun!

]]> By: erisian http://theblissquest.com/blog/2007/06/29/why-i-sling/comment-page-1/#comment-3495 erisian Wed, 04 Jul 2007 21:44:08 +0000 http://theblissquest.com/blog/2007/06/29/why-i-sling/#comment-3495 i have tried to write / failed to write. i am, however, similar to you as a voyeur. as a non writer i cannot put a proper description here. just let me know if you ever want to know about the pink ribbon cowboy biker. there are others in my collection.. and as a collector of people, i can put anything on display if needed. krackadoom! i have tried to write / failed to write. i am, however, similar to you as a voyeur.

as a non writer i cannot put a proper description here. just let me know if you ever want to know about the pink ribbon cowboy biker.

there are others in my collection.. and as a collector of people, i can put anything on display if needed.

krackadoom!

]]> By: Athena http://theblissquest.com/blog/2007/06/29/why-i-sling/comment-page-1/#comment-3388 Athena Sat, 30 Jun 2007 04:29:23 +0000 http://theblissquest.com/blog/2007/06/29/why-i-sling/#comment-3388 You're a fucking genius! I LOVE THIS! You are a poetess-goddess! When I see you I might just have to squish the crap out of you! You’re a fucking genius! I LOVE THIS!
You are a poetess-goddess!
When I see you I might just have to squish the crap out of you!

]]> By: megan http://theblissquest.com/blog/2007/06/29/why-i-sling/comment-page-1/#comment-3383 megan Sat, 30 Jun 2007 04:01:34 +0000 http://theblissquest.com/blog/2007/06/29/why-i-sling/#comment-3383 so..this isn't really a comment, but I was really proud of this poem, and since you have no livejournal and can't therefore read my super private page on it, I had to post this here..cause I was feeling rather clever. a feeling I rarely get when writing. and I thought you'd appreciate both that and the poem. I fear it may be too early, to wax poetic. But here I sit. The memory of you in my mouth, and the scent of you in my hair. And all I can speak is you. I open my mouth to declaim about the weather, and there you go, tripping across my teeth and off my tongue. My longing surprising even me. And it's getting rather awkward. Because every time I try to order coffee, all I can say is "I love you." to the open mouthed clerk behind the counter. so..this isn’t really a comment, but I was really proud of this poem, and since you have no livejournal and can’t therefore read my super private page on it, I had to post this here..cause I was feeling rather clever. a feeling I rarely get when writing. and I thought you’d appreciate both that and the poem.

I fear it may be too early, to wax poetic.
But here I sit.
The memory of you in my mouth,
and the scent of you in my hair.
And all I can speak is you.
I open my mouth to declaim about the weather,
and there you go,
tripping across my teeth and off my tongue.
My longing surprising even me.
And it’s getting rather awkward.
Because every time I try to order coffee,
all I can say is
“I love you.”
to the open mouthed clerk behind the counter.

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