Kind, cute guy that works at the liquor store...

Sometimes I wish I was gay because I would've gotten laid about a million times more than I have been.

I miss getting laid.

Rocco wants me to move back to Iowa City... I don't have the heart to tell him that I couldn't do it.

When I was visiting him at Thanksgiving I saw her driving.
It was painful.

As Paul Simon sang, "A bad day's when I lie in bed and think of things that might've been."

And they're all bad days more or less.

For no more than five seconds I recalled by way of a dream what it was like to hold her hand. The cool silky feel or her skin entwined in mine. In my dream, I was driving with her next to me and we were talking and smiling at one another. Then I took her hand in mine. She let our hands embrace, and seemed to betray with a quiet smile a deep happiness looking down at our together hands. Then softly she raised her lovely porcelain fingers and pulled our hands apart.

I awoke with a tangible tingling loneliness overcoming my right hand.

Great Moments In 21st Century Music

"I don't wanna be the one to alienate. Alienate!

You see, I'm tryin' to find the alien in you. You!"

 - from "Spaceship Coupe" by Justin Timberlake

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Really? Seven years since your last album and this is what you've come up with?
And yes, it's really called "Spaceship Coupe".

Thanks, but I'll stick with the classic tracks in the "space as a metaphor for sex" genre. "International Lover" by Prince, "A Funky Space Reincarnation" by Marvin Gaye and "Sex Planet" by R. Kelly.

Also, the new album rips off R. Kelly's album Love Letter, in particular the song "Number One Hit".

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... Wish I had someone to laugh about this with me.

I feel as if I've run out of words.



Sigh.

I wrote her a poem
right after I dreamed
of walking down streets
no man's ever seen.

I felt a mirage
arise from the steam.
In a blanket of vapor
her body was seen.

Her sugar brown skin
was white as a ream
of paper, entangled,
in her shower's regime.

As she princessly steps
out of the stall,
I hand her a towel.
I answer her call.

"Someday, everything is gonna be different.
When I paint my masterpiece."
- bob dylan