Bird who couldn't fly

Lov Sum er : 

We will meet get it over with and never speak of it again.. or we’ll pine like lovers lost in the dark fumbling around with wishes and wonders of fools. We start again and stop and you run and I hide and we lie and finally finally it’s done.

I play the mystery in my head a million times and million times I’ll make the excuse to key-stroke the letters to where ill know to find you. Your words and photos tear through my screen. I want those words to be for me, the pictures you take to impress him. Faded bruises I see on your neck - they used to be mine. You were my vacation. Fists and fireworks burning through this endless summer.


Bargain my time on craigslist:

I’ve left you alone.Time heals, true. but never forgets.

I'd drag you to bed if that were all enough. Tell me what is never enough?

Here, 

Dear you-

Do you want to get off the leash and on to mine for a little while?

Let me know if you're DTF sometime later next week. I’ll make it rough. Like you

want. Like you need. 

 

SSDD

Watching  my fair share of World-Cup action at work this week. Already fucked up a few orders: shipping out wrong items or quantities-  Not like me, since my M.O. has always been great attention to detail and most of all TCB (Takin' Care of  Business). Worked off the stress by running up the street to grab a ginger tea.

The girl at the check-out calls me “Sweetie” and I wonder how many calories are in the word sweetie and then I realize its just a word and it’s fat-free.

 

Started writing an email at work but ended up writing this and sending it to myself instead

Chapter one: 

They shut the internet down and no one will know me. This isn’t a fear it’s the truth. Now I write in notebooks and leave them lying around town, I spray paint stencils on walls. I'm used to putting myself out there. I'm used to at least a small amount of attention. I'm sure you are too.  

Speaking with people face to face is the new art. I’m not good at it.  Say, the butcher cuts the wrong sized portion of flank steak, I just smile and take it. I end up hiding the bloody mess behind a box of Apple Jacks. What? .... I didn’t want it. I don't even eat meat. 

We still have our phones and they say they will let us have those at least until all the satelites crash down to earth. But, im not good on the phone either. Ive been told I sound lethargic and bored. I say “Probably just bored. You bore me”. I don’t really  mean it.  The grid is falling apart it's in shambles. in a word. It's fucked. and so is the economy or that matter. But, youll be glad to know im getting on without internet girlfriends. Without of those kinds of "friends" at all. 

What im  having to do is meet girls through my drawings on backs of match-book covers.  Call me. I write and then toss them behind abandoned buildings and in front of the shelters. What im trying to say is , I miss the internet, but not as much as I miss you. 

 

 Daddy issues:
My girl jumps me every-time after I cook out on the grill. Today i went old-school charcoal. Ignitor fluid and hot coals. She says it reminds her of camping in the summer when she was a kid, of  her father and how the smell would stick to her hair and clothes.


The recipe: 

I grilled up some Mahi-Mahi  filets - we in Florida call more commonly Dolphin. My friend/ co-worker went to Bimini Bahamas last weekend for Memorial day and on the way up caught enough to share.  

"An olive-oil marinade with black pepper, cayenne pepper, fresh garlic, and lime imparts loads of flavor to mahi mahi in this recipe."

Ingredients:

3/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil 1 clove garlic, minced 1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper 1 pinch salt

2 tablespoons lime juice 1/8 teaspoon grated lime zest 2 (4 ounce) mahi mahi fillets 2 twists lime zest (optional)

Directions:

1.	Preheat an outdoor grill for medium heat, and lightly oil the grate.
2.	Whisk the extra-virgin olive oil, minced garlic, black pepper, cayenne pepper, salt, lime juice, and grated lime zest together in a bowl to make the marinade.
3.	Place the mahi mahi fillets in the marinade and turn to coat; allow to marinate at least 15 minutes.
4.	Cook on the preheated grill until the fish flakes easily with a fork and is lightly browned, 3 to 4 minutes per side.
5.	Garnish with the twists of lime zest to serve.

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Let's see how it goes

I'd say anything. try to keep you here. Perhaps you're young and I am old. So what you know it does. Why do your promises fall on me like stars? lies from a serpents tongue. oh, how I love the taste of yours. I guess every ones is different. constant reminders. hum and
drugs feel warm
on my skin
Sun. Summery kiss
Yes, my summer is here
and i'm not sure i like it but I will break
through your darkness anyway.
Let's watch these storms roll in. maybe once maybe twice.
I'm writing you from a hotel bed. I can see a beach chair from the window. salty rain. soak it up.
Lie next to me. Let's see how it goes.