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even more about her personality. I erase all
thoughts from my head as the ball approaches
me. Crack! The ball screams off my bat with a
thunderous clap, and I'm the hero. Drifting back
to the present, I dare fate once again. I look to
see her eyes looking dreamily outward. I feel a
strange, mystic sense sweep over me like
autumn's leaves. Suddenly, a warm feeling
rushes over my body, and I realize that I have
been staring into her eyes quite some time. And
my stares have been returned. I dare not move
for fear of breaking the deep enchantment I feel.
The enchantment I feel...looking into her eyes."
Floating on an invisible and yet brilliant aura. Not
shouting "I'm here, admire!" and yet standing
out like a rose in a field of dandelions. I cannot
remove my eyes from her flawless face, etched
with warmth and compassion. Then, contact. Eye
to eye. Heart to heart. I freeze. What do I do?!
I dare to admire her deep, soul-penetrating
eyes, And then stare at the ceiling, like I was
thinking of something else the whole time. It
has only been weeks since we first met, and yet
years that I have loved her. It wasn't exactly a
romantic meeting, unless you consider a baseball
game on a hot and humid day romantic.
Swinging and missing, she laughs like a warm
summer breeze. Then she makes a base hit. I
see her talking to some friends, whom she
chooses for what they are like and not what they
do. I'm at bat now. She yells, "Bring me home!"
which gives me butterflies the size of
cannonballs. "Strike o
minus the rope and not as clean. He
taught me how to freebase rubbing
alcohol and get blood out of my sheets.
He's a great guy when he's drunk but
damn does he get mean when he's
sober. He will only ride in a car with you
if he's naked and doesn't eat for months
at a time in the name of 'political
suggestion' (whatever that means). He
once drank the urine of a parakeet and
taught himself to fly when no one was
looking. He is a stand up guy... that is
when he's not sitting or laying down.
he has a cellular phone that he never answers, or
checks the messages on because it is lodged
deep in his rectum. and let me tell you, he has a
deep rectum!
scott for corey's life. i could have
been a lawyer or brain guy who do
important stuff. but no, scott showed
to me music and drugs. i flunk out of
school after i make friends with scott.
i guess that ok, cause we being
super rock stars soon.
can i borrow a twenty? i pay you back
when we go gold.
three, maybe four dimensions of
reality? Scott sees twelve. This is why
he always looks kind of amused and
pissed off at the same time. Scott is a
good radio DJ because he likes good
music and he can communicate with
anyone, even bums and schizos.
the same things. plus he is so thick!