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Don't know why this is so evocative to me -
stevie ray vaughan & dick dale pipeline

It makes me think about the surfing scene in So-Cal ca. 1958 or so, before it became a pop culture phenom and was just small groups of gonzo boys and girls seeking thrills and the good life, no doubt existing on very small amounts of money, doing odd-jobs, etc.

They were living an adventurous life in a magnificient setting that one would have to pay millions to enjoy today (not to mention being young, healthy, and carefree, which is beyond any price). But they didn't realize that then - they were just kids having fun, living a bit on the edge, having a bit of an adventure. It makes me wonder - aside from the priceless youth part, are there places in the world today where people are living the adventurous good life in magnificient settings that they kind of take for granted and don't cost zillions? Like, just to invent one, living on the beach and snorkeling the Adriatic coast of Slovenia in summer, and ski-bumming in the eastern Alps in winter?
 
Clear starry sky
Clearly waning moon
Gentle breeze
Not a soul in sight
14 degrees in the shade
and a lovely little blend grown by my man Juan at exactly 2300ft above sea level.
Sometimes the little things are everything.
 
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Clear starry sky
Clearly waning moon
Gentle breeze
Not a soul in sight
14 degrees in the shade
and a lovely little blend grown by my man Juan at exactly 2300ft above sea level.
Sometimes the little things are everything.

Fuck it - now I just have to wake and bake :devil:
 
It was the littlest boy that copped a soccer ball full in the face today, so why have I got the headache?
 
Why did he have to do that?

My friend showed me a pick of a topless woman holding her breasts with something written across her belly. He then asks me if she looks familiar. Turns out she is the girl I asked out a few years ago that said yes, but then changed her mind by the next time I saw her and got back together with her boyfriend.

I have been trying to not think about her, and my best friend just has to push her back into my face like that. And then starts going on about how she is still with the same guy, and what an ass he is, but she won't leave him.

Yeah, I want to be hearing this...
 
I'm not usually one to stop and stare, but HOLY MOLY. I was riding my bicycle back from the gym, waiting at a light to cross a busy intersection when a group of motorcycles came riding by. I don't usually pay attention... but one caught my eye: He was wearing a black suit jacket and a crisp, white shirt; he had dark hair and black sunglasses on; chiseled features, nice body ... and wow. Just, wow.

Lust at first sight.

*fap, fap*
 
It's like a horse with a carrot on a stick tied to its head. I'm the horse and women are the carrot. Always in sight, but just out of reach.
 
I'm not usually one to stop and stare, but HOLY MOLY. I was riding my bicycle back from the gym, waiting at a light to cross a busy intersection when a group of motorcycles came riding by. I don't usually pay attention... but one caught my eye: He was wearing a black suit jacket and a crisp, white shirt; he had dark hair and black sunglasses on; chiseled features, nice body ... and wow. Just, wow.

Lust at first sight.

*fap, fap*
Hee hee. And, sigh. I like moments like that. We don't get them very often.
I remember once I was driving down a small side street in town, slowly, and there was a boy on the side of the road with a backpack on. I say boy, of course, but I mean a guy about my age (I can't get over that whole elemental boy is boy and girl is girl thing), and we both looked at each other. At the exact same moment.
Like that.
I couldn't help smiling at him and he smiled at me the whole time I drove past. And then, vain creature that I am, I looked in the rearview to see if he was still there. He was. Looking at my car as I drove away. :eek:
Have never seen him again. But still treasure it.

There was another time when I was sitting in my car in a parking lot (I swear, my car is so NOT amazing looking, these car incidences are just coincidence) when this striding beast of a man and a young, slightly stooped woman walked in front of the windshield. He was a few steps ahead of her and seemed as though he was being a little bit of a prick. She was one of those women you can just look at and know they are incredibly sweet and long-suffering. Even when they oughtn't be.
As they walked by she ducked her head, turned to face me and smiled the most quietly radiant little smile through this drape of soft looking dark hair. I smiled back at her. It sounds suspect, but I swear we understood each other in just that one second. I still wonder about her, too.

Small, perfect moments.
 
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I'm not usually one to stop and stare, but HOLY MOLY. I was riding my bicycle back from the gym, waiting at a light to cross a busy intersection when a group of motorcycles came riding by. I don't usually pay attention... but one caught my eye: He was wearing a black suit jacket and a crisp, white shirt; he had dark hair and black sunglasses on; chiseled features, nice body ... and wow. Just, wow.

Lust at first sight.

*fap, fap*

Hmmm...I left directly from a business meeting to go riding with some friends. Roaring through an intersection, my suit jacket whipping in the wind, the sun glinting off my dark sunglasses, I recall this beauty on a bike waiting to cross the road. She was beautiful and looked like she had just come from the gym.

Oh wait, I don't have a motorcycle...or chiseled features, or a nice body...I do have the suit and sunglasses, though. Does that count? :cool:
 
I am apprehensive this evening. My mind wanders and wonders. Guess I'll find out tomorrow.
 
This scares the shit out of me.

I wonder whether this could actually be serious. I'm sure it can't be that bad, but still... considering how my headaches have increased over the past few months and years, I wonder whether this might not be the reason.

Please let it just be a coincidence. :(
 
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