You do the impossible
and I'm so unprepared,
Greet me with a thin smile
and secrets that we shared
You are the prism of my thoughts
and I the mirror of your mind
You shatter my reality
and when I'm dark you're blind
Wrap your legs around me
In your juices drown me
Squeeze me out from under doubt
and run your fingers down me
Your lips are still so kissable
Lies slip from them in pairs
FUCK me, though I lie here crying
Wrapped in your tongue and unaware
One more....
Pass your dirty hands
through the damp, unpolished sky
Scoop a cup of sand
and Wonder how and why
Focus on your life's lament
and share your bitter sacrement
and touch your swollen, bloody tongue
on wings of butterflies
Pour your cup of sand
into your chocolate eyes
Gaze upon your hands
and perfect your alibi
A house of cards that you cement
I am a lifelong resident
Believe that I am not someone
without the will to try
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
The first moments of a rolling snowball
Today was my first day of training at Olive Garden. They gave us so much stuff. I got a new tie and a wine key and all the other trappings and accessories neccessary for serving there and they didn't charge us for a bit of it. I even got to try three new wines and a whole host of dishes. I think I'm really going to love this job. It was 7 hours of training today but it went by way fast. They have us training like that for the next five days at least before we can even take a single table. Its very intensive but I am certain that from this job I can go to any restaurant in the country as a respected and experienced server. Unfortunately all of this means that I probably won't make the club this week and even if I do I won't be drinking. I have to work way to early for any of that. Oh well. I haven't taken a week off from the club in at least six months. It'll be nice to have a short break and when I go back it will be that much more exciting plus I'll have money every time I go. Money for food. Money for alchohol. Even money for maybe a new outfit every time. Life gets better from here. I never ever ever have to go back home again.
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