beatrixkiddokb

rain pours and soon washes away pink chalk on cement. so does k stop loving b?

fair She came down the stairs. A hard and serious look on her face. "Can we talk?" she asked "K." he replied, eating another handful of chips, eyes never leaving the puck. "No, really, now." she said. Already it was easier; it was always easier to be angry than hurt. "Yeah, commercial in two seconds." She went back upstairs and sat on the bed. Three hours later, he came up, asked her if she'd seen his green shirt. He had asked her to wash it, remember? "Can we talk?" she replied. "Yess," he said, dragging the 's', rolling his eyes, like a child you've asked to apologize to one of his classmates he's bitten. "Now," she began, "I know

She'd always been the cautious one, the one who thought things out. He, on the other hand was being reckless in this as he was in most things. She watched, with some disdain, as we jumped excitedly from seed package to seed package. He was looking at the fronts, the colourful pictures of cabbage, or sunflowers, or pansies, without stopping to read the backs of the packages. He didn't realize the importance of the months they were best planted in, what plants they went next to, or even how much each strain cost.    "Hon," she started, "Do we need fertilizer, or vermiculite, or..."    "Don't worry about it, we don' t need that shit, they'l

She was being obnoxious. She had started with the apple. Munching it while playing on her laptop, letting the juice go down her face and wiping it with her sleeve. And every time that he thought that the endless parade of crunchy healthfoods were over, she'd pull out something new. The trailmix wasn't that bad until the end when she held the bag above her face and shook the last remants into her mouth. She tap-tap-tapped away at the laptop, crunch crunch crunched away at the food. He wondered if she knew that the second button down on her tightly patterned dress was open and that everyone could see the place on her bra where the cups join. S

 retail jungle do you see the new stars here in the retail jungle parking lot lights, streetlights and lighted signs. new within the century within the quarter century replace the ancient stars that i cannot see, no matter how i strain my eyes. instead of the delightful chirp and scutter of animals and birds i can only hear cars on the highway and a few in the lot people going home from a long day. ... and some beginning a long night. there is no grass here, except for the half gram in my purse. some flowers grow here but they are landscaped and lacking the honesty of real nature. there are animals here but a far cru

 Love/toi i had to get off that bus. je pleura tros fort et le monde me regardais. i walked home in the dark instead. mes larmes plus nombreux que mes pas. my cell phone rang, your ringtone. je ne pensais pas que tu m'appelerais. i coughed, in the cold night air, and answered. je ne voulais pas que tu entends ma tristesse. you asked if i'd calmed down, if i was okay. je me suis calmée en t'entendant. i said yes, of course. why wouldn't i be? tu me savais mieux que ca. you don't know french. mais tu me sais.

She was being obnoxious. She had started with the apple. Munching it while playing on her laptop, letting the juice go down her face and wiping it with her sleeve. And ever time that he thought that the endless parade of crunchy healthfoods were over, she'd pull out something new. The trailmix wasn't that bad until the end when she held the bag above her face and shook the last remants into her mouth. She tap-tap-tapped away at the laptop, crunch crunch crunched away at the food. He wondered if she knew that the second button down on her tightly patterned dress was open and that everyone could see the place on her bra where the cups join. Sh