negroplasty
Early release sucked
slept most of the day
"I'M PREGNANT EVERYBODY, OH GEE, NOW I CAN HAVE AN ABORTION!"
Harry was brushing the hair back from Marion’s forehead, noticing how the dim light reflected from the perfect blackness of her hair and made the outline of her nose and high cheekbones seem to shimmer. You know something? I’ve always thought you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Marion smiled and looked up at him, Really? Harry nodded and smiled tenderly, That’s nice Harry. Her smile broadened, That really makes me feel good. Harry chuckled, Good for you ego, eh? Well I cant say that it does it any harm, but that’s not what I mean. It makes me feel good all over, like…well you know lots of people tell me things like that and its meaningless, completely meaningless. You mean because you think theyre putting you on? No, no, nothing like that. I don’t know or care if they are. I guess maybe they really mean it, but from them, Marion shrugged, it just doesn’t mean anything to me. They can be the most sincere person in the world and I feel like asking them what that has to do with the price of coffee, you know what I mean? Harry nodded and smiled, yeah… She looked into Harrys eyes for a moment, feeling the tenderness in her look, But when you say it I hear it. You know what I mean? I really hear it. It has meaning to me. I mean, like its important and I not only hear it, but I believe it with all of me… and it makes the inner me feel good. Harry smiled, Im glad. Because you make me feel good. She turned excitedly, You know why? Its because I feel that you really know me, the real me. Youre not just looking at the outside, Marion looked ever more intently into Harrys eyes, but youre looking at my inner being and seeing that there is a real person inside. All my life Ive been told Im beautiful, a, quote, Raven Haired Beauty, unquote, and I was told that because that was supposed to make everything alright. Don’t worry honey, youre a beauty, everything will be alright. My mothers and absolute nut like that. Like that’s the Alpha and Omega of existence. Like if youre beautiful you don’t feel pain or have dreams or know the despair of loneliness. Why should you be unhappy, youre so beautiful? My God they drive me nuts, like all I am is a beautiful body and nothing else. Not once, never, have they ever tried to love the real me, to love me for what I am, to love me for my mind. Harry continued to stroke her head and caress her cheek and neck and gently rub the lobe of her ear, smiling as she moved her head and softened her smiled as he caressed her. I guess we/re kindred souls and that’s why we can feel so close to eachother. Her eyes glowed even more intensely as she turned and leaned on an arm and looked at Harry, That’s what I mean. You see, you have feelings. You can appreciate the inner me. Like right now I feel a closeness between us that Ive never felt with anyone before…anyone. Yeah I know what you mean. That’s how I feel. I don’t know if I can put it into words, but- That’s just it, it doesn’t need words. That’s the whole point. Like whats the use of all those words when the feelings aren’t behind them. Theyre just words. Like I can look at a painting and tell it, youre beautiful. What does it mean to the painting? But im not a painting. Im not two dimensional. Im a person. Even a Botticelli doesn’t breathe and have feelings. Its beautiful, but its still a painting. No matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don’t fulfill. She nesteled into his chest and harry put an arm around her and held her hand, Yeah, youre right. Its not just the outside that’s beautiful, but they don’t know. Its hopeless. That’s why you cant be worried about the world. They’ll just do you in anyways. You cant depend on them because sooner or later they’ll turn on you or just disappear and leave you there alone. Marion frowned for a moment, but you cant shut everyone out. I mean you have to have someone to love…someone to hold on to…someone-No, no, I don’t mean that, Harry pulled her back to his chest, I just mean that a bunch of lames out there. Someone like you could really make it alright for me. With you with me I could really do something. Marion almost sighed, Do you really mean that harry? Do you really think I could inspire you? Harry looked into her eyes, then at her face, and gently glided the tip of a finger over her cheek and traced the outline of her nose, his face and eyes in a soft tender smile, you could really make my life worth while. A guy needs something to give his life a reason or whats the point of living? I need more than the streets. I don’t want to be a floating crap game all my life. I want to be something…anything. Marion hugged him tightly, o harry I think I really can help you be something. Theres something in me that’s crying to come out but it needs the right person to open the lock. You can unlock it harry I know it. Harry put his arms around her as she cuddled into him. Yeah, I bet we could. He stroked her head for a moment as he looked up at the ceiling, That’s why I want to get some money and buy a piece. I don’t want to spend my life hustling the streets and end up like the rest of them….
She hugged him, Oh Harry, Im so excited. I cant tell you. Harry Chuckled, I never would have guessed. They laughed and put their arms around eachother and kissed, first gently, then more passionately, and Harry pulled his face back a few inches and looked lovingly at Marion, I love you, and kissed her on the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, then her soft lips, her chin, her neck, her ears, then nuzzled his face in her hair and caressed her back with his words and she gently moved with the flow and felt his words and kisses and feeling flow through her, easing away all her problems, her doubts, her fears, her anxieties and she felt warm and alive and vital. She felt loved. She felt necessary. Harry felt real and substantial. He could feel all the loose pieces starting to fall into place. He felt on the verge or something momentous. They felt whole. They felt united. Though they were still on the couch they felt a part of the vastness of the sky and the stars and moon. They were somehow on the crest of a hill with a gentle breeze blowing Marions hair flowingly; and walking through a sunlit woods and flower studded field feeling the freedom of the birds as they flew through the air chirping and singing and the night was comfortingly warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.
How cute...
slept most of the day
"I'M PREGNANT EVERYBODY, OH GEE, NOW I CAN HAVE AN ABORTION!"
Harry was brushing the hair back from Marion’s forehead, noticing how the dim light reflected from the perfect blackness of her hair and made the outline of her nose and high cheekbones seem to shimmer. You know something? I’ve always thought you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Marion smiled and looked up at him, Really? Harry nodded and smiled tenderly, That’s nice Harry. Her smile broadened, That really makes me feel good. Harry chuckled, Good for you ego, eh? Well I cant say that it does it any harm, but that’s not what I mean. It makes me feel good all over, like…well you know lots of people tell me things like that and its meaningless, completely meaningless. You mean because you think theyre putting you on? No, no, nothing like that. I don’t know or care if they are. I guess maybe they really mean it, but from them, Marion shrugged, it just doesn’t mean anything to me. They can be the most sincere person in the world and I feel like asking them what that has to do with the price of coffee, you know what I mean? Harry nodded and smiled, yeah… She looked into Harrys eyes for a moment, feeling the tenderness in her look, But when you say it I hear it. You know what I mean? I really hear it. It has meaning to me. I mean, like its important and I not only hear it, but I believe it with all of me… and it makes the inner me feel good. Harry smiled, Im glad. Because you make me feel good. She turned excitedly, You know why? Its because I feel that you really know me, the real me. Youre not just looking at the outside, Marion looked ever more intently into Harrys eyes, but youre looking at my inner being and seeing that there is a real person inside. All my life Ive been told Im beautiful, a, quote, Raven Haired Beauty, unquote, and I was told that because that was supposed to make everything alright. Don’t worry honey, youre a beauty, everything will be alright. My mothers and absolute nut like that. Like that’s the Alpha and Omega of existence. Like if youre beautiful you don’t feel pain or have dreams or know the despair of loneliness. Why should you be unhappy, youre so beautiful? My God they drive me nuts, like all I am is a beautiful body and nothing else. Not once, never, have they ever tried to love the real me, to love me for what I am, to love me for my mind. Harry continued to stroke her head and caress her cheek and neck and gently rub the lobe of her ear, smiling as she moved her head and softened her smiled as he caressed her. I guess we/re kindred souls and that’s why we can feel so close to eachother. Her eyes glowed even more intensely as she turned and leaned on an arm and looked at Harry, That’s what I mean. You see, you have feelings. You can appreciate the inner me. Like right now I feel a closeness between us that Ive never felt with anyone before…anyone. Yeah I know what you mean. That’s how I feel. I don’t know if I can put it into words, but- That’s just it, it doesn’t need words. That’s the whole point. Like whats the use of all those words when the feelings aren’t behind them. Theyre just words. Like I can look at a painting and tell it, youre beautiful. What does it mean to the painting? But im not a painting. Im not two dimensional. Im a person. Even a Botticelli doesn’t breathe and have feelings. Its beautiful, but its still a painting. No matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don’t fulfill. She nesteled into his chest and harry put an arm around her and held her hand, Yeah, youre right. Its not just the outside that’s beautiful, but they don’t know. Its hopeless. That’s why you cant be worried about the world. They’ll just do you in anyways. You cant depend on them because sooner or later they’ll turn on you or just disappear and leave you there alone. Marion frowned for a moment, but you cant shut everyone out. I mean you have to have someone to love…someone to hold on to…someone-No, no, I don’t mean that, Harry pulled her back to his chest, I just mean that a bunch of lames out there. Someone like you could really make it alright for me. With you with me I could really do something. Marion almost sighed, Do you really mean that harry? Do you really think I could inspire you? Harry looked into her eyes, then at her face, and gently glided the tip of a finger over her cheek and traced the outline of her nose, his face and eyes in a soft tender smile, you could really make my life worth while. A guy needs something to give his life a reason or whats the point of living? I need more than the streets. I don’t want to be a floating crap game all my life. I want to be something…anything. Marion hugged him tightly, o harry I think I really can help you be something. Theres something in me that’s crying to come out but it needs the right person to open the lock. You can unlock it harry I know it. Harry put his arms around her as she cuddled into him. Yeah, I bet we could. He stroked her head for a moment as he looked up at the ceiling, That’s why I want to get some money and buy a piece. I don’t want to spend my life hustling the streets and end up like the rest of them….
She hugged him, Oh Harry, Im so excited. I cant tell you. Harry Chuckled, I never would have guessed. They laughed and put their arms around eachother and kissed, first gently, then more passionately, and Harry pulled his face back a few inches and looked lovingly at Marion, I love you, and kissed her on the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, then her soft lips, her chin, her neck, her ears, then nuzzled his face in her hair and caressed her back with his words and she gently moved with the flow and felt his words and kisses and feeling flow through her, easing away all her problems, her doubts, her fears, her anxieties and she felt warm and alive and vital. She felt loved. She felt necessary. Harry felt real and substantial. He could feel all the loose pieces starting to fall into place. He felt on the verge or something momentous. They felt whole. They felt united. Though they were still on the couch they felt a part of the vastness of the sky and the stars and moon. They were somehow on the crest of a hill with a gentle breeze blowing Marions hair flowingly; and walking through a sunlit woods and flower studded field feeling the freedom of the birds as they flew through the air chirping and singing and the night was comfortingly warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.
How cute...