Monday, October 1, 2007
Glitter, Sand, and Californication
|So Draton and I have decided we're sick of Colorado. The mountains secluding us from the world supressing our vivd cherry flavor color of passion and hope. We've decided it's time to spread our wings and fly somwhere where we can lounge in pearl sand and watch devils and agels play in the sun together! We want to swim in the oceans sparkling mirror water. We want to pick pink sea shells to make for jewlry and climb palm trees so we can know how the leaves feel in the wind. We want the sun to warm our skin and hopefully find someone who will do the same for our hearts. We want to drink coffee on the boardwalk and then later go for hotdogs. We want beauty untarnished by this precription drug called the social norm! My gypsy blood speaks to me and tells me to leave just as it does my granparents. It's like the wild animal crawling in my skin howling at me. Tearing my insides ravaging my organs. Right now, here, I have to many things holding me back.|
That's why were going to California! We're just gonna sell some stuff pack up and leave! Draton wants to work in a club and become a candy colored dancer so beautiful you couldn't even look at him. He wants to play all night with every beautiful man he entices with his sugary speach and candy skin. dive in the swirl of hot jungle nightclub fever. Carnivore on the prowl.
He'll be a monarck blue butterfly, a fairy tale. everybody will love him and his heart will finally be at peace. He'll feel the warmth of his lover and be enticed by his spicy smell. they'll have a carnival bedroom where passion will blossom like the large Arcadia flowers outside their bedroom and glitter will fall from his eyes as he'll realise that he can do so much on his own and that he doesn't have to be afraid.
Someone else reading this probably thinks I should be more realistic but then what fun is life if you can't make it your own fairytale?