Lee Fields & The Expressions - My World - Ladies
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Look but don’t touch // My new clothes fits nice // The hospitality of the angels in the west is unlike any other experience // I’ve been sleeping on a bed of air // the sun doesn’t stop kissing until it sets.
I’m at a starbucks right now. across from me are two gentlemen talking at length about excellence. on the computer screen reads “we are what we repeatedly do, excellence then is not an act but a habit.” I had McDonalds last night (I was once told that I know better, and reminded by the jesting that I knew better. I know I know better but also understand that there comes a time when I just don’t give a fuck. It feels good sometimes to just not give a fuck(I learn that from some of my closest). I have given a fuck about enough trivial shit that a stomach ache and the potential of other fucked shit to happen got pushed to the side. It turned out to be a good idea. It held me down until we made it to our destination for the wonderful dinner, the wonderful guests, the wonderful smiles, the wonderful conversations, the wonderful hugs, the wonderful everything that wasn’t the snow-covered, bone chilling place I currently call home) after being in the car for a few hours, which happened after a few hours of sprawling out on the beach, which happened after dipping my body into the cold pacific waters. The waters were so much more powerful than that of the Atlantic. They pushed. They Pulled. The threw me under. The laughter that wanted to be was overpowered by a constant giggle. Hasselhoff was nowhere to be found. The beach had a few people bathing in the sun. The seagulls ate what they found. And I thought of you.