twomile

He will be 31 next month, how the fuck did that happen?

time

leap frogs across the backs of many

unaware we skip.hop.laugh

our way

as though we were immune

the grey of time stamps us

little splotches here and there

as if to say, do not get

too comfortable

the un-aging neologism

of my mind, magic mirror

unsurped I rushed

recalcitrant goats through the gate

Ok, I plan on being nostalgic since my diagnosed anxiety, ok maybe it has been brought on by 13 hour days, no sex, no sleep for 62 days, 12 hours, 53 minutes. Torn between wanting to deal with this natural and wanting to take sleeping pills.....so instead I will blog. It used to be chicken soup yes? How can a dead chicken and too much salt and sodium cure a cold, I ask you? So this is Kevin and I, he of my infamous story "love and the naked saxaphone player" I was 40 in this picture and he was 28. I know, pretty damn hot huh? It must have been the overalls and hair ... you should see me now.