Don't expect it to be drama free. Life is spicy. I want to know those who experience it. Share it. Tell it. Tell yourself that, as if you were, listing to Arthur Adams or Solomon Burke, and tell me - if you hear me.
I'm liable to do some spontaneous shit, and want you to go along. Yes I might even bring homemade Vietnamese Spring rolls to our first meet at Papillion if the stars aligned.
Is your antenna set to *intergalactic technological virtual cherry bomb kisses*? Pirate Dave at your service. Prepare to be spoiled, and ruined, and brought back home everytime. I want it intimate, romantic, and passionate whatever "it" is you and I have together. I'm not 100% a dick nor a clodpole. My Mama raised me as we way better than that. Did I mention I was from SC. If not. I'll get to it.
I'm gonna be honest here. Where do you think your part fits in this scenario so far?
You won't find me on the slopes anymore. I hurt my knee and I'm out for the season. Probably the rest of em' too. I'm going up though. I'm not the only one around me blasting lights shimmering glistens sparked snow and wind of my face looking up to a blue sky over yummy green evergreens. The pine frozen needles still smelling sweet as they drip melt in your wind.
I'm not doing much sailing either. Melbourne got wiped out in 2005. Damn. What am I doing? Wasting time here. The Hudson is an absolute horror to sail. I'm more like rigging the boat to sail itself trailing a hand in the wake letting dolphins ride the bow kind of guy. Sail me by the lee sweet one.
I'm not French either. Just born there. Southern instead. Raised up around the palmettos in the '60-.70s. If you know what that's like or got something close to your heart that you want me to know come on over here and lets get together.
I did some things our time over time will tell; raced demolition derby, diving the Aegean in high school, and played the clarinet in the band; sat with the swami in college;, built power plants around the world in the '80 and '90s, touched the Guru's hand, trained a thousand teachers in three cities in China in four days. 2005 was a rocking year. I've eaten suckling pig in Segovia, uni in Tokyo, bratwurst sitting in a barrel in Germany, prayed in Istanbul.
It was my grandfather preacher saint who owned the junk yard dog I grew up around in rural Carolina though. Any Tiger fans out there? Another truth? I don't give a hoots toot about watching TV sports much. Even though figure skating, skiing, and women's tennis does hold its appeal. And I root to for some. I'm going to see Columbia girls bball tomorrow. Shit. Now I got to update this dang thang again tomorrow. Don't count on it.
Yes, I'm Ivy educated too, but none of this and none of that mean a dog blame without someone to get into it with.
I want that someone soon. Show me u, please.