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02-01-2015, 12:18 PM
Black streaks criss cross the Australian landscape. Metallic beasts with black legs Rumble ontop of them. By the side, 4 walls. Within the 4 walls a room. Within the room, a box. The box, a magic box. Within this box, pictures, pictures that move. At times it shows pictures of people talking. Something dancing. Occasionally singing. Locals call it a Tv. An idiot box of sorts.
Tonight in my home it shows pictures of girls dancing. 9 of them. From Korea. A group called Girls Generation. 10, perhaps 15 cm tall they stand in my box. I lament, of days gone by. Youth lost or stolen. Of what might have been, if only... If I were to imagine them, next to me, tangible, obtainable. .. I'd imagine someone like Jerry.
Jerry.
That time at little ginza ( yes I still call this place little ginza, budget ginza... allow this old fool this vice, this pleasure) she was booked, pappa Eric granted me a intro.
Now her pictures online suggest a tiny creature. Of broader face. Reports suggest a playful creature. Pictures can be misleading and indeed in this case they were.
Jerry.
Tall Jerry.
Slender Jerry.
And on this occasion unobtainable Jerry.
it was only a fleeting moment where we exchanged words. and I was left smitten by your beauty.
So it was on the next time I solemnly walked through the alleyway of little ginza did the dream come true.
In game and in war each party has a game plan. Perhaps this too happens with man and woman.
Jerry.
Thinking Jerry. You see it in her eyes. And our game plans clashed. Let yourself go, Jerry, to the moment. Don't think. be in the now. Be like water. Follow the lay of the land. Mould yourself to the vessel you're in.
Jerry.
Your Face is slender.
Lips inviting.
Gorgeous in your youth.
You are, I suspect, from Venus and I from Mars. I hope to visit again someday. Perhaps... Between Venus and Mars. ...There is another planet called earth. ...
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Walking out back into sunlight. Eyes hurting from the glare, I reminisce. There is a another that left me feeling this way. Catherine from Ginza. Perhaps Jerry more so. I think of cmk's ar and wonder if my session mirrors his. I wonder if I'm his two. . His doppelganger...
I squint as I trot off into the sunset and nearly get run over by a bus, lost in thought.
It was fun to say the least.
Tonight in my home it shows pictures of girls dancing. 9 of them. From Korea. A group called Girls Generation. 10, perhaps 15 cm tall they stand in my box. I lament, of days gone by. Youth lost or stolen. Of what might have been, if only... If I were to imagine them, next to me, tangible, obtainable. .. I'd imagine someone like Jerry.
Jerry.
That time at little ginza ( yes I still call this place little ginza, budget ginza... allow this old fool this vice, this pleasure) she was booked, pappa Eric granted me a intro.
Now her pictures online suggest a tiny creature. Of broader face. Reports suggest a playful creature. Pictures can be misleading and indeed in this case they were.
Jerry.
Tall Jerry.
Slender Jerry.
And on this occasion unobtainable Jerry.
it was only a fleeting moment where we exchanged words. and I was left smitten by your beauty.
So it was on the next time I solemnly walked through the alleyway of little ginza did the dream come true.
In game and in war each party has a game plan. Perhaps this too happens with man and woman.
Jerry.
Thinking Jerry. You see it in her eyes. And our game plans clashed. Let yourself go, Jerry, to the moment. Don't think. be in the now. Be like water. Follow the lay of the land. Mould yourself to the vessel you're in.
Jerry.
Your Face is slender.
Lips inviting.
Gorgeous in your youth.
You are, I suspect, from Venus and I from Mars. I hope to visit again someday. Perhaps... Between Venus and Mars. ...There is another planet called earth. ...
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Walking out back into sunlight. Eyes hurting from the glare, I reminisce. There is a another that left me feeling this way. Catherine from Ginza. Perhaps Jerry more so. I think of cmk's ar and wonder if my session mirrors his. I wonder if I'm his two. . His doppelganger...
I squint as I trot off into the sunset and nearly get run over by a bus, lost in thought.
It was fun to say the least.