I swam today, and it was so strange... so familiar, but so weird, because I'm SO out of shape. I really started feeling it after only 100 yards. But I got out, and I smell like chlorine, and I have that old familiar feeling of doing an honest day's work. It's nice. I'm tired, and I'm gonna be really sore tomorrow, but I feel great.
It's been a LONG time since I've felt like this or smelled like chlorine. There was a point in my life where I was convinced that I'd have perma-chlorine smell. ::sigh::
Actually I was never convienced. And i don't expect to be believed.
anonymous
November 19 2003, 21:24:46 UTC
A Quitter. A while back everything fell apart. I rode my bike as far as i could. I rode until my legs burned and my face felt hot against the cold air. I rode until i was as far away from everything i knew as i could get on a bike. I rode with tears running down my eyes. ...and when i stopped i sat and cried in a abandonded parking lot until i wanted to go. but then i realised that i left because i didnt have a home anymore.
THE NEW ZERO I Made Out In The Industrial Rubble My toes in the rocks The dust in my sighs Basement cold on my flesh His filthy hands on my thighs The endless echo of moans And the dark in his eyes Ohhh No, I knew this one would be trouble when i made out in the industial rubble.
(to the soundtrack of rasputina.Im not sure how anonymous it is)
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It's been a LONG time since I've felt like this or smelled like chlorine. There was a point in my life where I was convinced that I'd have perma-chlorine smell. ::sigh::
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A while back everything fell apart.
I rode my bike as far as i could.
I rode until my legs burned and my face felt hot against the cold air.
I rode until i was as far away from everything i knew as i could get on a bike.
I rode with tears running down my eyes.
...and when i stopped i sat and cried in a abandonded parking lot until i wanted to go.
but then i realised that i left because i didnt have a home anymore.
THE NEW ZERO
I Made Out In The Industrial Rubble
My toes in the rocks
The dust in my sighs
Basement cold on my flesh
His filthy hands on my thighs
The endless echo of moans
And the dark in his eyes
Ohhh No,
I knew this one would be trouble
when i made out in the industial rubble.
(to the soundtrack of rasputina.Im not sure how anonymous it is)
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