geesus he was tired as his friend Coaster Dude was after that whirlwind ride to Kansas city...and he didn't take any pics of the HARLEY MUSEUM...dang him!!!

he'd gone to the party at the end of the racing season at Del Mar last nite

the Cougar couples were there

he kept his left hand inside his pants pocket and fingered the pair of scizzors there

the sheathe was off...and tiny slices brought droplets of blood that eventually showed thru the ivory hue...his graze moved around the room...and lingered on every beautiful blonde

was she there...somewhere in the crowd...the woman who wanted him to cut her heart out

to fill in the spaces in his head

the ponies were still roaring around the track yesterday and he could still feel them pounding in his head today

that exciting but deadly feeling...the one that was so focused that practically nothing could take his attention to another place

but he had to find her soon or the high would disintegrate into chaos...then simple rage would control him and nothing would appease him

"is it THAT blonde?" he thought


Dadler March 22, 2012 @ 3:21 p.m.

Nah, I found your stuff just fine, new format or no. You freaky chick you.

What "it" is blonde? he wonders. Then again, it won't be blonde for long, so...


quillpena March 22, 2012 @ 4:21 p.m.

blonde and blonder. I always put an "e" on the end of the word blonde. To me it looks strange without it.


nan shartel March 23, 2012 @ 2:09 p.m.

ur blonde is so much classier Quill thx 4 the reminder


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