I never livejournal anymore.

What is found in the cooling days of the falling of summer can be very interesting. While the colors of the world seem to be finally leaving behind their extravagant and bragging greens and blues, the colors of the mind's eye brighten to make up for them. And the hands become cold and stay cold. A young woman in her early twenties can even be plagued with insurmountable yearnings for nostalgia itself; in it's sweeter state. And she tells herself that she's growing old to give reason to the birth of new wisdom she's obtained. Of which the mother is simply Time herself, fertilized by the morning Sun that reliably makes himself known as the seer of all, except for in the veil of night, while behind him stands the even more reliable Time. Silently and nobly governing the life of all like a great Queen of Egypt at her best.
And the young man, to compliment the young woman! Handsome and tanned in a suit of browns.  He found his way to the graveyard garden where he'd always find the young woman, his long-time friend, breathtaking in the early morning smog of New England wrapped in cloth and scarf, laughing at the simplicity of the world's assests.
"Rosa!" He laughed as he trudged gratefully through the summer mud toward the graves. "You vagabond. Must I always search for you? And of all places!"
"Oh Peter Mendelson, I'm your only adventure of the day and you know it." She laughed, exposing small, perfect teeth, like soldiers in a line. She smiled as though implying something and lifted her tiny body from the grave on which she had sat. He approached her and she dusted off her deep blue jacket in far from a condescending manner and smiled before him like a child at the altar. Peter pulled a loose, new-fallen leaf from her sleeve and she breathed lightly.
Rosa Hall was a small, tanned, beautifully and irresistably curved young woman. She was mysteriously intuitive and happily accepted her reputation as most gravely serious at the most random of times. She had tropical ocean blue eyes and lips that were small and yet defined like stone. Her hands broke Peter's heart daily at her slightest touch upon a glass, a door knob, his arm. Soft and small and containing few lines, her hands were often sharply cold. He often thought of them at night while lying clothless and exhausted in is bed. He thought of them, motherly, attentive, and passionate across his back and his tight, muscular chest. He also thought of her shoulder-length cropped, sandy hair and how soft she'd feel in his arms and...
"My god you're stunning, Rosa. You've got a smile to break hearts, you do," Peter said. She moved toward him and took his hand. She spun under his arm and laughed charmingly.
"Do I break your heart, Peter Mendelson?" She playfully bent and let out a burst of uncontrolled laughter. She leaned on him sternly and laughed again. His heart skipped joyfully as he felt her body against his. Quickly he regained control of his wandering mind and blushed.
"Why so serious?" she asked.
"Why so playful?" He smiled and looked about at the morning graveyard, clasping his top hat at the tug of a strong breeze.
"I've been here for hours, Peter Mendelson, just thinking. Thinking too much. The silence makes me sad." She turned her cheek and the cooling air lifted her loosely tied back hair. He moved toward her and placed his rebelious hand on hers without his consent. She inhaled sharply and turned toward him.
"Peter..."
It was too late, he had already lost his body to desperation and he kissed her on the lips. She grew warm in his grasp and held to his sweater tightly. His hands moved from her waist to her cheeks and he lost himself in the desperation and waiting of two years and fell into her. She is a deep well, lhe thought to himself. She is the sky and I am a falling star. She is great and I am here to worship and fall, worship and be happy. She is not mine, she is hers and I am not hers. I am lying, I am hers, as I have always been. Her lips stayed touching his and they kissed in the graveyard. She is not mine. But I am hers. Hoplessly, he drew his face away and could not bare too look at her heart-wrenching eyes, most likely searching for reason now.
"I was thinking too much," she said. "The silence makes me sad."

 Got my license =)

Some things are more important than they seem. For me it's distance that always seems to make my mind's eye sharper, and my emotions and thoughts a little more readable. I lied on a bed under plastic stars and a foam sky and all I wanted was to say sorry to those whom I didn't treat as well as they deserve. I also thought about sex and what makes it so important. I wonder why some people take it for granted. It's one of the most beautiful things that can happen to a person, and not everybody get's to experience the sacred side of it. Now, I don't agree with those who have sex with anyone they're attracted to you. To me, sex is a gift shared between two lovers, it's a promise to hold them when they're upset and let them go when they need space. It is the most important vow of all time. From here on out in this life I will try and always try my hardest to be the best I can be at all times to everyone who deserves it. I'm so glad I've gotten away from Maine, it's made everything a little bit easier to take on.

 

I'm dehydrated and loved,
dehydrated with a thirst quenched only by that, 
between the theighs and, 
marked by God and holy water, fresh
from the gardens of the soul,
deep and nourished by the mother's same.

I'm searching and loved,
searching for the hills across her chest,
and every crevice between,
sent from heaven and by all means, fresh
like the salty sweat ocean,
sweet and sour all from deep somewhere inside.

And as the minutes pass, so do I
Like a fledgling born and set to the sky
The energy released in the form of a sound
Deep within the body, or maybe the ground
Sex like summer and sweet autumn leaves
I'm lost like a child in her body's trees
And I love the moment, and for what it's worth
I'm feeling something, within my earth
I let her slide and feel and see
Everything upon my earth, my body
And I've found that's the only way to trust;
The allowance of one to your ancient dust

The plaid is open and exposing white,
necks bare with anticipation,
relaxed muscles and tensed nerves,
it never gets old.
And with my tongue I trace the body,
her earth, through miles.
The eyes themselves seem to be missing out.

And we're kissing....
A thousand raindrops from whatever sky
fall down and drench me wet with desperation.
I recognize hands, my own,
I don't trust them, and I'm happy.
I know they will do whatever they want,

without my consent,
and I'm happy.

 My guinea pig Rufus passed away a month ago today =(
Baby (my new guinea pig) is so cute! She's fabulous!

I work at Dunkin Donuts in Falmouth now and I love it so much! Everybody should come visit me.


Anyway.

I love my sweet little Noelle. She's so gorgeous and perfect and the sweetest girl on Earth. Our 6 monthaversary is on the 15th =D
<3333MINE.

She is perfect for me and I don't need anything else in the world but her.

...and my mumi.<3

I need to get out more. I've realized that my anxiety comes back and it only comes on cloudy days when I'm not with Noelle. I don't like to be away from her.

I want to go downtown. I want to go everywhere. With her.

I'm so excited for the show tomorrow =D


Also I'm very much in love with Noelle. She makes me so happy.

She got me a guinea pig for our 5 monthaversary =DD
Her name is Baby. She's fabulously adorable.

<33333ILOVEYOUNOLIZ

 Noelle is perfect.
Everywhere.

I'm starting to think that people aren't taking me very seriously.
Thanks to them I have new and improved motivation to make it somewhere

and then spit in their eyes.


And what's this with everyone thinking they're better than everyone else?
Especially the artsy/emotional/non-materialistic people.

Fuck you all.

I'm going to take over the world.

 The show at The Station was bitchin' =)

Everybody should go to our show at The Big Easy
May 18th, 4PM 
9 dollars in advance, 11 at the door.

 If anybody tries to take her,
I'll kill them.



=)

 Bide the Wiccan Law ye must,
In perfect love and perfect lust.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill,
An ye harm none, do as ye will.
What ye sends fourth comes back to thee,
So ever mind the Rule of Three.
Follow this with mind and heart,
And merry ye meet, and merry ye part.

Rhode Island was INSANE.

First of all Noelle and I got our own suite. Damn right.

And the mall was fucking huge. It's so amazing.
And Noelle and I ate right by the windows of the food court. SO SIQ.

Anyway, Noelle and I bought a hermit crab there his name is Sprinkles he's nice.
She has custody of him for until we see eachother again. Hopefully today. =)

I love her very much. More than anything.
She's my favorite.

Rhode Island tomorrow =)
Tell you the deetz when I get back.

"With one touch she could make me come alive, so that we both realized that ecstasy is a part of life, that souls and bodies can meet. And I was not alone anymore."


I'm in love ^_^

 Well, everything is going perfect, still.
Three months and everything's still looking up.
School is fabulous, I'm having fun, I have an 87 in math and I h8 math.
I have a 90 in Spanish which is messed up I should have a higher grade
and I have a 100 in Biology, I'm kicking its ass.

My band is super we just got a new member named Elizabeth and I'm excited to hear what she wrote tomorrow =D
We have three shows coming up! So check us on MySpace.

And Noelle. Noelle, Noelle, Noelle.
I can hardly believe I've lived so long without perfection by my side.
Everybody should have some<3