Blank Slate

Rebuild what was erased.

Memory
Maybe you shouldn’t come back to me

There’s just something about being a blank slate
All of these loses I won’t miss
Tired of trying to rebuild the past
You’ll only let me down, until I let you go
How it always used to be wasn’t how it’s meant to be
You know the reason why

Memory
Maybe you shouldn’t come back to me

I’ve been dreaming
All I need is a moment to believe
A lifetime of forgetfulness has filled me to the brink
We can’t live without a flash of yesterday catching our attention
Right or wrong, I want to know
I should know, even if I won’t be the same

Memory
Maybe you should come back to me
Rebuild what was erased

Quotes: Walk

The way you move says more than enough about you.

“I forgot what I was looking for after you walked in.
But I’ll never forget you, even after you walk away.” ~ Stephen Quammie

“Walk as though nothing can stop you.” ~ Unknown

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Quote: Now I Remember

“I keep forgetting to remember why I can’t stand you & then it hits me. You have no style or tact.” – Stephen Quammie

Some people just rub me the wrong way & it becomes increasingly harder to ignore the reasons why. I don’t feel any better after saying it, I was being honest.

Have some respect for not only yourself, but other people & it will make things much easier for you.

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Technical Difficulties of A Different Kind

Don’t you hate it when shit doesn’t work?

Well imagine what it feels like when you wake up to your alarm screeching like a high speed car trying to stop on a dime. Until the high pitch whining dies down, you’re left lying there helpless, like Clark Kent after a Lana Lang Kryptonite fueled ultimatum.

Then the radio tries to play the station its set on to no avail. All you hear is garbled audio where every 5th word sounds like backward speak from a Rob Zombie record. Suddenly that McDonald’s ad about waking up to their Cranberry Orange Muffins & coffee seems utterly horrifying.

All that happens and you didn’t even set the friggin’ alarm and the time is WRONG! Yeah there was a power outage while you slept, so all electronics were reset.

So you check your phone for the correct time to find that it is way later than you thought it was. Oh & you missed two calls & messages, but who has time to check anything!

Jump out of bed & configure everything. Jump in the shower, get shampoo in your eye because everything should smell like Mango including your vision.

Jump out of the shower & try to have a quick shave, only to have the razor die mid stroke. Great! Now you look like a hairy Two-Face, only with all the skin still present. Take out the batteries & charge them.

Now head over to the living room & pop a DVD into the DVD player because silence is so bothersome, you just need to hear some chatter & movies load quicker than computers & podcasts do.

Um why does “Batman Begins” sound like it’s being remixed by DJ Funk Master Flex!?
Screen tearing, dropped frames, choppy/delayed speech; Can you say “What the F*@$!?”

So you press STOP, run back to the bedroom & get dressed. Go back to the bathroom & try shaving again.

Knock, knock! Who is it?
Open the door to realize that your cute lunch date is here early.

What the F*@$ was her name again!?
Damn she looks good, what a beautiful distraction.

Let her in, crack a joke & apologize for not being quite ready yet. Explain the situation to see the look of amusement on her cute face, while you get her a drink & give her a quick tour of your place.

Sit her down & ask her about her day, only to have her say, “I wanted to have some fun before we went out for lunch.”
Her hands quickly, yet gracefully make their way from your chest to your jeans as she leans in & kisses you on the lips. Now your head is swimming as you try to take this all in & calm down.

“Hey, she want that lovey dovey
That kiss, kiss
In her mind she fantasize ’bout gettin’ with me”

Off go the pants & the shirts. It’s all good & fun. As good as everything feels, you realize that you can’t get it up. Not even with the aide of a crane could you get your hard-on, hard. This is odd. Normally just feeling the wind grazing your crotch would be enough to set you off, so what is going on?

Another glitch in the system!

You say something sexy while you look & drown in her pretty blue eyes taken straight from the deep vast ocean, “I know I haven’t had lunch yet, but I was thinking I’d skip straight to dessert. You don’t mind right?”

You lift her off of your lap & unto the couch. You kiss her neck & her chest, then you reach her legs & slide your hands up to her cute behind & squeeze. Pull back on her panties, pull down & slowly pull them down her thighs while looking her in the eyes.

You spread those legs like you’re about to do a thorough search. Kiss her on her lips, gently put your hand on her chest & push back until she’s leaning & arching that back.

Now you can focus on dessert.

Kiss. Lick. Suck. Smile.
You taste like Mango, I wonder why.

Breathe. Lick. Suck. Kiss.

Moan. Suck. Kiss. Lick.

Suck. Suck. Suck.

Ring! RiNg!! RING!!!

It’s time to wake up! Only it’s not. The alarm is set to the wrong friggin’ time for real.

FML

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The Boy Next Door

He’s been closer to you than you ever knew. He was always passing through your orbit, like a satellite. He was never the most popular guy at the party, but he was the one you always remembered. For some reason everything seemed to get better the closer he got to you. And one fine day your paths finally crossed for more than a second. You found a fiber of something to connect to.

Over time he went from always being next door to being next to you; inseparable. He answered when you called, listened when you spoke & always left you wanting more. You wanted to be more than a thought & you knew that he had become more than a friend. Early morning wake up calls & late night chats were second nature; you were the first voice he heard in the morning & he was the one that put you to sleep at night. You thought of each other, felt for each other & saw something in one another than no one else could see. He respected you & you could tell. He never asked you for anything other than your company, and maybe you wished that he would.

He loved you & you could feel it, he didn’t have to say it, and yet he did. Time & time again he loved you with his words, with glances, with his embrace & through his actions. He saw your scars & called them beautiful & he embraced your flaws while poking fun at you. Throughout all of lives changes, he stayed the same, so that what you had would never change. So what happened?

Everyone talks about the “girl next door”, but who remembers the “boy next door”?
Whatever happened to him?

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