The Best Thing In Life Was Him

The Heart Never Forgets A Strong Tie Or A Loose End

The written note said three different  things. In order of importance, of course. 3. Follow the heart where it goes. 2. Dessert First! 1. Kiss and tell!  When you were married to the world greatest lover, oh, it was nice to tell everyone how good it was, natch and how alluring he was,  how romantic he was.  How attentive to her every need!  Demanding his way and boy, she got it all!. The spinning wheel spins round and round and round.   A select few knew the trick.  It was a slick package deal.  Always try the dessert first, then you could feel free with the main course.  Her heavy heart held the secret to the dungeons.  Her easy way won him over.  He felt like the easy way was the way to go.  Jessica never felt more easy at this way in the jungle yet.  It was splendor in the grass.  Splendor in the hay.  Splendor all around.  Jessica certainly had a thing about her, a good style, a natural wave to her blond hair.  A cute way to saying grace, a cuter way of saying what you want to hear.  She was the cat's pajamas, the cat's meow.  Jessica had a style of walking all her own, like a minx, like high end model.  He saw that all in a glance, then he saw  blue, bluelike icicles bathed in moonlight, glistening diamond and sapphire.  He felt his heart take a breath and then it would seem to stop.  He loved her quite the best, there was no one like her. He loved her like no other.  Jessica!!!  Star of his delight, queen of the night.  Dear God, thank you for answering my prayer and sending me Jessica, your earth-bound angel!  She is the sun and the moon, the stars and the sky, the rain and the clouds, everything you ever knew and more.  Freedom was just another word for playing for keeps.  Her mother always said to her, Be All You Can Be But Better!  Wise words from a bohemion, a shishkamar.  Jessica certainly played for keeps!  Especially with your heart, your head.  She played to win, didn't matter who was the rival, she was always on a winner's streak.  She was the grand champion of this contest, she was crowned best in show fourteen times running.  He knew from the first moment she had glanced his way at the Halloween Bash, all demure and innocent.  She was to be his future wife, his soulmate for life.  And guess what?  He hit the nail straight on the head. The years went by in a flash.  Like ice melting on a hot grill.  Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.  The time together only stopped when by chance, they were joined by another or two.  But then their time together began again.  Maybe it never stopped at all, but just paused itself until it could begin again.  A epiphany of sorts, of sports.  The True Test came at dawn, and again She passed with flying colors, purple, red, blue, green.  Jessica was a dressed doll, a perfect plastic ono band.  A delectable treat on the love train.  A great wonderful shining star of love.  Should I begin to name them for you!  Like little prizes for the monkey and his keeper.  Or the lemons in the lemonade stands, sour til sweet.  The stained dartboard sat above it all, the white lettering towering down.  Ready to rumble.  Jacks All Around.  Queens At The Corner.   Kings Fell To The Wayside.  Aces Up.  A Deck Of My Own. 

Waiting again in margaritaville.  Always in margaritaville. Pokerface.  Aaron never knew about babies or taking care of bills and those kind of things.

He spent years to repay the cost of everything spent.  Amber up and left him in a lurch, like he always should have known what was true about her was truly her.  Her colors.  Her secrets.  Her metal brain corrodes.  Amber, a heart of stone, the path led them to the end.  He never knew why she seemed lost in music, to cry so hard.   And then suddenly she was like a miss goody two shoes again.  Amber was a rock,  hiding at home, and under lock and key, it seemed.  She was a lover who was fickle, fledging a love and desires of nothing too important to her.  How could she ever pass by on a guy like aaron, true and steadfast?  She marvels one's imagination to think how she was.  Nothing ever was between them, nothing she did ever meant anything to anyone but her.  The little trick ass piece.  Fine time to leave me, now, Amber.  You will never get what you want by pretending the way you do.  Real happiness won't come your way at all.  Just fake ass bullshit like what you hand out and call love and it was nothing    

Simulation 2344  - Waxwinger-A200 Departing West Taxi Lane to Runway #126-RC. Departing From Runway At 11:34 a.m.  Eastern Standard  At A Total Altitude Gain Of 23.34 knots per 1 minute period for 4.7 minutes

The Bomberman saw and came and conquered the carrots, the Onions.  The Lettuce Head.  He played and played and smoked bowl AFTER bowl of pot while I drank pepsi downers-cigs I cared about.  Aaron did not understand the concreted subtalk and the coded paragraphs made a mind go bonkers, quite maddening trying to make heads or tales.  Aaron was very concerned, a likeable guy, a boy into a man like that!  The  last  song I will ever sing for you.

Brandy, you're a fine girl, believe you and me, you will make me a Fine Fishwive.

Miracles Have A Thing About Them. Dreams Fall Away, The Hope Dies and Falls Away.

A return to the arms. Freedom is these girls and life.  The wild wind set a tone to follow home and how she went down was her business, now wasn't it?  Bareback rider in the sand.  A f**k U up kinda dude and superfly, freshy,  boss now, don't you know?  Get with times at hand, girlie!  Where are Your Marbles As If You Had A Chance At All.  She fell into you, plastered against, up against a high mountain top, leaving the dales and the gullies to the chickens and baby vultures.  Aaron never would have known about woman lying to save their souls and they lie like damn dummy freshmouth pigs, just to pretend they are Normal, when they are not normal at all, their marks show significant deficits in common mathmatics - mathleader 1-789 , A History Of Math, page 12 - 14, Silent Mathminder, page15, Sullen Mathmatic Triad,  page16, What, why, where adjectives, page 19 - 25 def: (n)to hide away sic lies left, lies left, out in open sic all exposed, spread out in your shorts!  What! and exposing white and pink skin? surely you can imagine the picture of the girl, Jessie! or Jessica! An afterdinner mint, anyone? The lumanens and the turn to hardness a tilted whirlie gig and here was such lust.  A hard heart left an ache in her.  It boiled and bubbled.  It radiated.  It was forced into the head of lossless heed.  A hour never was enough to see everything he had to offer. A day or two was what it took.  To encompass everything and help yourself to the heartache.  Men sucks as people, they fall into line.  Toy soldiers.  Dead soldiers.