October
a sunflower soul
with rock'n roll eyes
with rock'n roll eyes
"Some lovers try positions that they can't handle." With each word, you close your eyes, your head pulsing forward slightly, willing the words to take up residence in your mind. You know enough about memory and mind-palaces that you should be much better at this than you are. Only... every time you try and slip something into a room, or cupboard, or garden, you find yourself distracted by everything else your mind creates. All you succeed in doing is creating associations of beautiful chaos.
So you stick with the tried and true methods of mnemonics and repetition.
"Some lovers try positions that they can't handle." You repeat, your lips moving silently as you name the associated bones. Next, you try singing the words, and, because you've been in your office for forever and a day, you stand up and dance through the waiting room, twirling around chairs, adjusting the pillows, and following well the adage about dancing like no one is watching. Because if they were, you'd be mortified.
So you stick with the tried and true methods of mnemonics and repetition.
"Some lovers try positions that they can't handle." You repeat, your lips moving silently as you name the associated bones. Next, you try singing the words, and, because you've been in your office for forever and a day, you stand up and dance through the waiting room, twirling around chairs, adjusting the pillows, and following well the adage about dancing like no one is watching. Because if they were, you'd be mortified.
curious thoughts
& a heart of surprise
& a heart of surprise
