Metaphorical Love: Part Uno - a Blog Post by ICDeadPeople2

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2/19/2009 4:03 pm

Metaphorical Love: Part Uno

He saw her standing on the sidewalk. She caught his attention like a pair of black pants catch lint when they share the dryer with white towels. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. Her lips were red and full, like tubes of blood drawn by an inattentive phlebotomist. He could tell by looking at her that her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter". She saw him and walked toward him like a centipede with 98 legs missing.

"Hello", She said. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up. He smiled at her and told her a joke. A funny joke. Funny like you get when you watch Jeff Dunham and his puppets. She laughed, she had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a makes just before it throws up.

He looked at her closer now. He looked into her eyes. Eyes that were like two blue pools of water with black dots in the middle. Her pants fit her like a pair of gloves, well, more like mittens. She was as tall and willowy as a 5'8" willow tree. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.

He took her hand and walked. She followed him like she was Ray Charles and he was her see and eye dog. He led her to the lake where there was a rowboat waiting. A nice romantic evening with a lady as fine as [blog daphner] was just what he was needing. Together in the boat they shoved off from the dock and he rowed toward the setting sun. The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10 percent black. The little boat gently drifted across the lake exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

There was thunder in the distance as storm clouds began to boil up on the darkening horizon. Boiling up like instant oatmeal left on a high burner in a pot that is too small. The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play. He hurridly rowed for the nearest shore so they could seek shelter. He pulled on the oars faster than Oldman1774 pulling his pecker looking at granny porn. Just as they reached the bank the storm opened up. Opened up like Lil on a saturday night. They ran for cover as the hail storms started bouncing off the streets like a check written on [blog Bacardiman42] account.
They ducked into an old deserted red brick building. The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon. He turned to her. Her chest was heaving like a room full of frat boys on $1 beer night. She had a hungry look in her eye. Hungry, like a prize fighter that hadn't eaten in a very long time. "Take me," She panted. "Force yourself on me the way [blog Mzhunyhole] forces her blog on everyone".

To Be Continued:

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

RAInBow

rm_DaphneR 65F

8019 posts
2/19/2009 4:50 pm

Laugh, man, does this bring back memories. Brings them back like that pepperoni pizza with extra onions keeps coming back on ya.

Have tongue, will use it. Repeatedly.