public question... requesting feedback...

what makes a good kisser... in other words, what made that kiss that sticks out in your memory a good one?

does teeth clanking together mean passion?

does the tongue always need to get involved?

why does a good kiss always lead to humping with or without clothing...?

merry christmas!

smiles stretch too wide, i see too much white. stares piercing from behind... and then look away. there are moments when i want to sit under the corner street light, right on the curb and crush rocks with my stare. i dont want to be seen. i want to curse at the dogs bark, and rave and rant, and the night will listen and soak it all up like a ( Read more... )

the stuff that keeps me sane ( Read more... )

i like it how the path to my house is covered with jagged rocks dug deep in the pits of the earth, surrounded by sharply set grains of sand, bristly blades of barb and grass, the suctioned stickiness of sour mud, slivers of sticks, twisted twigs, battered and bent branches, powdered over with pointed edged plastics and the random rusted tipped nail ( Read more... )

its thanksgiving, volunteers in the west are gathering in a 3 bedroom home as a group of 30 and they are bringing along a live turkey. some of those ol crazy outdoor types are going to kill it in the shower and prepare it then and there. on the north coast we got other plans, mainly revolving around board games ( Read more... )

david came to the door completely naked, shivering and dripping to the tips. i wrapped that 6 year old in a towel and asked what the hell he was doing running around naked... he said he was bathing. like when i was a kid running through the gutter, making dams out of pinecones and sticks, i fashioned him one of those homemade raincoats out of a ( Read more... )

so im really getting into this teaching role. something about getting 4 brand new sticks of chalk, wiping the dust all over the front of my pants. pacing left and right... changing the voice to make the lesson that much more interesting. writing, erasing... name calling is fun. handing out papers, walking the isles to make sure no one is ( Read more... )

The preacher sighed. "I'll go anyways," he said. "Somepin's happening. I went up an' looked, an' the houses is all empty, an' the lan' is empty, an' this whole country is empty. I can't stay here no more, I got to go where the folks is goin'. I'll work in the fiel's, an' maybe I'll be happy ( Read more... )

good lord. we got hit with some rain. after it stopped coming down in a constant sheet for almost 5 days, i hopped in a pick up truck and headed for home. the road was destroyed, rocks and tree branches clogging the roadway, new outlets of water cutting perpendicular valleys, a clear glass lake formed in all directions for about 300 yards of the ( Read more... )

i guess its passed by ( Read more... )