AUTOMATICALLY
My friend Automatic said lighten up. He works at the Laundromatt, sifting through the lint of other people's lives and dying his underwear more white. More white with every passing day. You can't miss him walking down the street. Plus the music coming out of his ears is deafening. To shut him up, I decided to lighten up. He asked nicely, so I'll talk about something soft and unforgettable like love. For a while. Just a while.
I just had one of those dreams, you know. Not the kind that leave you sticky down there. Those remain only as stains. I'm talking about those dreams that seem like they will never leave. You know that they will because you've had these dreams before and they went away then. But while you're still in it. While you're still under that spell. That pathetic daze that twists a gigantic sinew of libido and junior high crushes around your subservient flesh...You truly believe that those remnants will never go away. You're wishing and hoping to God that 'kissing with tongues' could really mean what it used to mean, and that it would make an appearance in your life again right now with full force.
That's where I'm at right now. And the only way I'm going to get any sleep at all (and I sware, Automatic, I'm holding back here) is if Nicole Kidman would come over right now and cuddle with me for hours. Really take her patient, tender time and tell me it's alright. Put bandages on all my cuts and bruises. Because I've got a lot of cuts and bruises.
I just had one of those dreams, you know. Not the kind that leave you sticky down there. Those remain only as stains. I'm talking about those dreams that seem like they will never leave. You know that they will because you've had these dreams before and they went away then. But while you're still in it. While you're still under that spell. That pathetic daze that twists a gigantic sinew of libido and junior high crushes around your subservient flesh...You truly believe that those remnants will never go away. You're wishing and hoping to God that 'kissing with tongues' could really mean what it used to mean, and that it would make an appearance in your life again right now with full force.
That's where I'm at right now. And the only way I'm going to get any sleep at all (and I sware, Automatic, I'm holding back here) is if Nicole Kidman would come over right now and cuddle with me for hours. Really take her patient, tender time and tell me it's alright. Put bandages on all my cuts and bruises. Because I've got a lot of cuts and bruises.
posted by The Passenger at 7:42 PM
1 Comments:
I had that dream once too. And then when those tongue tangles and couch lounging arm wraps happened, I realized that it was that same yearning that the most extreme levels of porn couldn't shove bits of paper into the holes. Except in my dream, she came in a sheer dress of light printed flowers and cascade of yellow ringlets. But dreams come in different forms. And sometimes they don't come at all. But I'm going to bed now into some ordinary arms and sleep in her ordinary hair and feel what those dreams or desires never really felt like at all.
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