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jaker · 05-31-2003, 10:14 AM

In loving request for Bijou's Heart

http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/showthr...486#post224486

::Stream of thought::

The female sat by the sunken molten rock that was once formed by the dinosaur named Ralph. The black sky was spotted with cotton balls of air and fire was protruding the ground. She thought. And thought. And enough of that. All she remembered was being, all she remembered was was. And now look at
her. Stricken of heart inside an area, filled up and yet missing. Always her thoughts were ofher fellow loves, her past lovers. Her green eyes glow with sadness and more.

-Silence-

Boom. Here.

She knew it was coming. So she looked despairingly at the hash filled sky that Akbad was seeing at that same moment.

Jaker - a good man. An Eagle Scout - a man who knew how to please a woman. Jaker liked to take long strolls on the beach and talk of cheese and philosophy. And books. And music. And each other. The wonder. Jaker, finally realizing his current reality, was coming down off his coke. Ouch. Poor Jaker - head throbbing, fingers shaking, uncontrollable murmers. Jaker needed that Columbian marching powder - god damnit, his lead needed up.

So Jaker got up. He looked around. Didn't this land used to be beautiful? As beautiful as this woman. As wild as she was free. Giving as she gave.

He looked up. Wow - red, and lots of it.

He turned around.
-Hello Bijou
-Hello Jaker
-Beautiful day, isn't it?
-No.
-Yes, t'is - it's not.

She smiles her smile.

-Jaker
-Yes Bijou
-I love you
.
-Don't you love me?
-Yes - but love is such a very small word Bijou
-But I feel it
-Me too, and the same perseverance of it, too.
-So can we at least make love? May we, I mean?
-I suppose.

He touches her face tenderly.

So, sitting on the volcanic rock, they make wild and passionate and despairing love. The love of knowing the end and the beginning of each other. Starting with the foreplay of taking of details and touching dirty parts, they went from there. No more details are known, no one cares but them. Anais Nin is now dead, but she is still in our hearts. Getting Up, hand in hand, they walked. Stepping over cracked rocks with their tender feet. Wishing they could fly - only to trip at the sound of goodbye.

No thanks to George Bush. All thanks to Iraq.green http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/showthr...486#post224486

bijou · 05-31-2003, 10:17 AM

nice Jaker
green is my favorite color
*kisses*

blake · 06-01-2003, 10:23 PM

yall are weird. this is fucked up. kinda kinky though. keep them comiing

bobdobbs8056135 · 06-14-2003, 05:27 PM

a fine if stumbling piece

bijou · 06-14-2003, 10:57 PM

write something else, jaker?

jaker · 06-15-2003, 07:49 AM

say goodnight, bijou

05-31-2003, 10:14 AM	#1 (permalink)
jaker Crazy	Bijou, This One's for you In loving request for Bijou's Heart http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/showthr...486#post224486 ::Stream of thought:: The female sat by the sunken molten rock that was once formed by the dinosaur named Ralph. The black sky was spotted with cotton balls of air and fire was protruding the ground. She thought. And thought. And enough of that. All she remembered was being, all she remembered was was. And now look at her. Stricken of heart inside an area, filled up and yet missing. Always her thoughts were ofher fellow loves, her past lovers. Her green eyes glow with sadness and more. -Silence- Boom. Here. She knew it was coming. So she looked despairingly at the hash filled sky that Akbad was seeing at that same moment. Jaker - a good man. An Eagle Scout - a man who knew how to please a woman. Jaker liked to take long strolls on the beach and talk of cheese and philosophy. And books. And music. And each other. The wonder. Jaker, finally realizing his current reality, was coming down off his coke. Ouch. Poor Jaker - head throbbing, fingers shaking, uncontrollable murmers. Jaker needed that Columbian marching powder - god damnit, his lead needed up. So Jaker got up. He looked around. Didn't this land used to be beautiful? As beautiful as this woman. As wild as she was free. Giving as she gave. He looked up. Wow - red, and lots of it. He turned around. -Hello Bijou -Hello Jaker -Beautiful day, isn't it? -No. -Yes, t'is - it's not. She smiles her smile. -Jaker -Yes Bijou -I love you . -Don't you love me? -Yes - but love is such a very small word Bijou -But I feel it -Me too, and the same perseverance of it, too. -So can we at least make love? May we, I mean? -I suppose. He touches her face tenderly. So, sitting on the volcanic rock, they make wild and passionate and despairing love. The love of knowing the end and the beginning of each other. Starting with the foreplay of taking of details and touching dirty parts, they went from there. No more details are known, no one cares but them. Anais Nin is now dead, but she is still in our hearts. Getting Up, hand in hand, they walked. Stepping over cracked rocks with their tender feet. Wishing they could fly - only to trip at the sound of goodbye. No thanks to George Bush. All thanks to Iraq.green http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/showthr...486#post224486

06-14-2003, 05:27 PM	#4 (permalink)
bobdobbs8056135 Upright Location: in the woods	a fine if stumbling piece __________________ the days run over the hills like wild horses...-Bukowsky- i am the flying rodeo clown of death in qpids liberation army... lending my strange services in the noble cause of taking over the world before microsoft enslaves us all.

05-31-2003, 10:17 AM	#2 (permalink)
bijou Upright	nice Jaker green is my favorite color kisses

06-01-2003, 10:23 PM	#3 (permalink)
blake Upright	yall are weird. this is fucked up. kinda kinky though. keep them comiing

06-14-2003, 10:57 PM	#5 (permalink)
bijou Upright	write something else, jaker?

06-15-2003, 07:49 AM	#6 (permalink)
jaker Crazy	say goodnight, bijou