last glass...dusty buckets...parched e-lips...sponge...drip...drop

2002-11-19 - 10:09 p.m.: liquid fire

i feel like a million fucking bucks!!!!!!!!

ultimate frisbee is the love child of the whirlygig ballerina and the pelvis-thrusting rockstar.

it's better than chocolate and sex.

and pot.

it's poetry written by bodies, recorded in scrapes and scores...

i can't say any more without sounding unbalanced.

or maybe that's the beauty of it.

*sigh*

inward...outward