Sunday, May 16, 2004
Exposure to Light (or The Swearing Fields)
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2004.05.02 12:21 KST (EST + 13 hrs): Seoul, Republic of Korea
Sunday morning reflections of the night gone by...
Swirling times. The endless pursuit of something vague, ethereal, incomplete, but ours to hold when the songsmith says it's time. Night air carressed the party-goers and the stars kissed their every cheek. Twenty-seven crucifixes in the distance, the post-coital sky danced a delicate array of red and pale shadows hidden behind walls of lovers kissing unshaven faces, torsos, thighs and necks. A comforting stroke. Roasting bounty, sipping, inhaling the goodness of the darkness, we laughed and dropped chopsticks onto glass jars filled with the memories of all good times come to have gone. And our bellies hurt not from the long hours of excess, but the unstoppable standing, unretractable magic contractions of our collective abdomen. Lick the syrup from the world. Tap into the goodness that puts you over the edge. Give it a hug and hold it's hand down a sandy beach, rolling green mountain-side while ocean waves roll towards you like destinations unknown.
From here to there,
S*
Fave current album(s): "The Grey Album" - DJ Danger Mouse
Current read(s) in progress: "A Scientific Romance" - Ronald Wright, words
2004.05.02 12:21 KST (EST + 13 hrs): Seoul, Republic of Korea
Sunday morning reflections of the night gone by...
Swirling times. The endless pursuit of something vague, ethereal, incomplete, but ours to hold when the songsmith says it's time. Night air carressed the party-goers and the stars kissed their every cheek. Twenty-seven crucifixes in the distance, the post-coital sky danced a delicate array of red and pale shadows hidden behind walls of lovers kissing unshaven faces, torsos, thighs and necks. A comforting stroke. Roasting bounty, sipping, inhaling the goodness of the darkness, we laughed and dropped chopsticks onto glass jars filled with the memories of all good times come to have gone. And our bellies hurt not from the long hours of excess, but the unstoppable standing, unretractable magic contractions of our collective abdomen. Lick the syrup from the world. Tap into the goodness that puts you over the edge. Give it a hug and hold it's hand down a sandy beach, rolling green mountain-side while ocean waves roll towards you like destinations unknown.
From here to there,
S*
Fave current album(s): "The Grey Album" - DJ Danger Mouse
Current read(s) in progress: "A Scientific Romance" - Ronald Wright, words
