The Best Thing In Life Was Him

Cats Out Of The Bag Or Pigeons Pride MatchUp!

Here is the thing, baby, I didn't really look at another girl, no, baby, I would not.  Aaron lost his cool when she would say such things, blasphemy.  I only look at your bed-head tousled in the sunshine, long and lush.  Such a well spent block of time and space, a continuum.  Reading between the lines, the secret word is there.  I never knew that Aaron had no idea what a good relationship between son and father really consisted of.  A new line of men's cologne came out today at Penney's, should we go down and ride the escalator to 4th floor and give ig a whirl?  What ya say.  Sure thing, dad, always help to smell good for the ladies!  Yes, that is a definite fact of the matter, son.  The thread was gossamer in the light, like a cobweb in design.  The dark night came over the house like an inky blackness of a squid, murmuring trails of inky disease settle in the corners.  A sheer, exalted sigh of delight emerge from the crusted over scabs.  He was a looker, a real good looker.  He was a sure thing, a real winner.  So nice to meet you like this, Jessie.  Oh, Jessica, do you want to feel my love now?  My hardening heart, jack of all trades.  Aaron, it is nice to see you today.  What a surprise meeting, on a whim, I decided to dress in my string bikini and wander the path all alone.  Oh, Jessica, I thought I might see you here, alone in your string bikini, the one with the thong, yes, that's the ticket.  All hats off to the queen of swingtown.  I love everything you love, baby, cause you are LOVE.  Dear Aaron, It was so nice to finally meet in you in the flesh, not in the movies this time.  I was pleased to make your acquaintance, dear sir.  I was once in Winnipeg and you know, they had vinegar packets instead of ketchup.  Winnepeg is my kind of town, its my new bag,  oh, matie, oh, pal.  Guess who came to town, boys?  Oh, yeah, it was the the long-haired windblown lovely boy.  Wow.  Never even knew until now.  A sensation that I forgot, a long long time ago.  A time I laid things to rest, finally gave it a break.  The day was so nice, no worries on the horizon, just us two, together.  Aaron never knew that love had a way of marking you for life, for always. A brand you wear, a tattoo planned out in microscopic detail  It was like, semi-permanent, but always, no half way. Aaron never knew about the Brazilian beaches and how close the ocean really was. And the water was beautiful, a beautiful sandy green with blue undertones and blue highlights. The sound of waves crashing into the ocean wall was quite extraordinary. It was breath-taking, we just gazed out to the wet, wet water and wet our lips as we watched the sun set in the sky. Lower and lower. How low can you go. All the way, baby child. All the way. Where was the starry night hiding up in sky, behind the sun? It was an absence of the change that had come, the absence made you look, then you saw the dark coming least five 1, loping like a stranger coming through all mysterious, the setting sun hightails it out of there. And dark comes so suddenly, you are kind of shocked even though you were expecting it. Weird. The day the queen bee was set free by her drones was very prophetic. It happened to queens all over the burgeoning globe, one after another. Soon every queen was free, to soar on the side wind pockets and ride the wave. It was a rainy day kind of thing, sulky, bored, bratty, even. Aaron never knew about gas prices going up so high, he wasnt alive very long, a month and a few days. He never even got to drive anywhere. We thought, we all thought there was more time, especially Aaron SR. He was never quite the same. Oh, he played the part well for company, yes, indeed. But just us, us alone? The walls were destroyed, no wanderlust for us left behind. He always blamed himself, always punishing himself inside. You could tell him different, but he would brush you away, like you were an annoying gnat pestering him. He would let no comfort work its way in. He was the reason for Aaron's death, he was to blame, he should have woken up and heard the commotion and rushed in to save his boy. But he slept instead, deep in a wild dream about elvis until the three gunshots woke him. Three. One seconds after another. A killing machine in town, dressed to the nines that day. A captain's uniform. Broadcast the pain-filled ruin of your boy, your precious son, your namesake, your pride, your joy. Years spent waiting on a time that he would be free, he had been home for only a month and three days. The time never stopped, it kept on tick, ticking away. I never knew that life like to pull fast ones on you. To make it sink in, to etch it so it is engrained. Time has a way of going too fast, even when it goes slow.

Liars completely suck. They lie and they lie. Some people don't notice, it does not change things for them. But I know. And it changes everything.  Liars live to lie.  No problem at all.  They don't feel the pain or hear the lies come rolling down.