Fumes

I love the smell of spray paint in the morning. Arrested development fills the air. wood stains, canvas bleeds, color melts, corners of mouths lift to the sky. my only pain: gusts of wind. Untimely, reeking of havoc and playful glee. i must not let its mischievous ways bring me down. finger tips coated like a rainbow. Respirator. take me to another place. I love the smell of spray paint in the morning.

Good times. Banzai. Taste explosions; several of them. Friends, laughter, the crowd goes wild. Missing the new year. Laughter. New bats. Drink coke and sprite the beer needs bottling. Shawn must strengthen his wrist. We both must chopstick sushi faster. Red wine. No baileys or peppermint in sight. Shawns asleep. The steaks still breathing! Thats how the kids wear it on the streets. Pink slippers; lots of them. Hugs for shawn in 07. Hugs for everyone. Taboo no more. Pineapple! photographs. Desperation kicks in: mix the coke with the sprite. rubbing metal poles? new year. table tennis. girl camouflage. cheesy butter goodness. snow white. five sticks of butter.sweet dreams more cheese than butter=yummo. Knife! good times.