I had this dream once (in the way that you dream of things, not in the way you dream about things) that I would be able to find my own way, that I would be able to shape the world around me into something beautiful, a rogue aesthete in my own right, doing the work that others could or would not.
…
I wait for the thunderheads, the static on my skin and the smell of ozone. I work magic in an urban rain dance, splashing dirty puddle water on hurried pedestrians who crouch and dash from doorway to doorway, not realizing that they are already wet.
That is wicked… you can rain down your wet furry on me anytime. I love the rain.
“hurried pedestrians who crouch and dash from doorway to doorway, not realizing that they are already wet”
how very ‘Ghost Dog’ of you…*smirk*
more rain adventures soon??
I was reading Hagakure before that black dude made it cool, yo.
Tashiro Tsuramoto is the shiznit.
god forbid you not be 133t50r35t 133t that ever 133t3d….or somethin’, rigth hun…
and i see no answer re: further rain fun, so i suppose i’ll just have to find someone else to accompany me on my soggy adventures…. *smirk*
You know0r it, babe.
And when the rain comes, we can go dancing. It’s just the waiting part that kills me…
“And when the rain comes, we can go dancing”
*beam*
promise?!
ahahahahah
Ghost Dog, what a shit movie.
“He’s like…a samurai…only he uses guns…yeah”
*thwap*
BLASPHEMER!
:)
“Ghost Dog, what a shit movie.”
Richard, i don’t think you and i can be friends anymore.