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It started with articulation on ejaculation
We began the night with articulation,
On the point of ejaculation.
I complained because my girl stopped jerking me off,
Let me flow into the towel,
Brent complained because his girl was too violent,
He shot himself in the face one time,
Hit the window another time,
Dan just laughed and was silent.
Brent left, Dan and I were alone,
With beers and chicken fingers, and years of friendship,
And plans of going to New Mexico next year.
He told me the "Feel my heart-beat story,"
And how he broke up with his girlfriend over the phone
Playing James Bond at 18.
She was below his level of consciousness,
But he ignored that because she sucked his dick,
And let him fuck her,
He finished her sister's cookie-jar full of condoms.
He was convinced he loved her.
We drank beers and finished the chicken fingers and
then I finished the Jack and coke that was left in the
fridge from my girlfriend who felt sick last night so we went to bed early then I spent the day with her going to CVS twice and holding her and getting annoyed when she wanted to watch "Malena" when I wanted to fool around, but I still forgot the world existed while I was with her.
We went to get dinner and I was cold so I wore her sweatshirt and complained about feeling feminine while she told me to get over it and repeated that it was a man's sweatshirt.
Dan and I discussed love and I told him I might be in love without ever using the word.
I told him I like having a girlfriend and I adore my girlfriend, but I hate the fact that I have a girlfriend.
We're going to New Mexico next year,
He wants to find a Native American girl,
He once told me as we ambled home at 3 in the morning that his dad once told him of a native american girl who he played with as a toddler,
Now he just wants a girl who's in touch with herself,
I asked if he just wants a girl who touches herself.
I told him of Rachel and my conversation during a 5 hour study-less library session
where I had a sudden vision of her masturbating in the middle of the ice in Conte Forum while I cheered her on from the stands, "Go Rachel!!"
She said she would do it and we spent some time devising a plan.
I came home that day, but I didn't tell anyone because it was so fucking weird.
I told him it was all bullshit anyway,
Guys hating girls, girls hating guys,
It's ridiculous in a cosmic sense,
Everyone's just afraid, and hurt,
We decided we enjoy thinking of things in a cosmic sense.
But all nights have to shine eventually,
So we finished our beers, and said goodnight,
And really meant if for the first time in a while.