the 100-days W*A*R

Quite the weekend..

Sum it up:

Friday; jokes at work, fooled around, and hardly did anything, looking forward to the evening; Keely's last day at work, and her going-away party of sorts.

The pissoff, the weakness, the induction, the powdery suduction

The walk, the meet & greet. The stroll, the entrance. The elevator, the doorway. The mirror, the bedroom. The exit.

The street walk, the buildings, the streetcross, the Blackshire pub.

The smile, the greeting, the hug, The pitcher(s), the small talk, the wait. The sipping, the backtalking. The complaint. The Table.
The sitting, the setting; the Denial, the explanation. The appology, the laugh.~

The blank...

The Shots, tequila, Ireland, the smile, the appology, the teaching, the lick drink suck, ... the Kiss... the kiss again, and the kissses that continued to follow throughout the night; the hug, the mark on the neck, the bathroom stall, the knock, the exit. The question, the answer,.. the white truck, the profanities, the Douche, the open door..
The drive away, Goodnight..

Saturday:
Dunno,, the work, the sorrow, the txt, the text back..
The meet by accident, the subway, the frosty, the draggy-hag, the unwanted conversation, the work, the talk. The Drums, the depression, the slight Happiness,, the Tongue pierce.
The text again, the shut-down,
the drugs, the freeze, the buzz..... the Bar.
The chick, the smile, the hair touch, the tit-squeeze, the drinks, the suggestion, the ass-grope, the shots, the spillage, the phone number. The trackdown.. the loss, the find. The meet. The greeting, the cloody memory. the rememberance. The Body Guard. The hand shakes, the plan exchange. The shots, the Jagger-Bombs, the shots, the sausage.
The calling, the meeting, the non-effect, the Honour, the history, the intregue..
The Rossiline; the Sinclair.
The Stewart, the confession; the wisdom, the Masons. The templars..
The phone exchange. The appointment.

The 2nd dose,, the 3rd. the tripping, the sweet sounds, the couch, the End.

Sunday.
Food poisoning.

Monday: Sickness, dillusion, dreams, the shreeks, the strangeness,, the inception. The disassociation. The travel. The moving room, the door to the sky.
the 20 + hours of sleep.

Tuesday:
Work; recession. Adaption. A tinged bitterness; a thought, a expression. A talk, a retelling, a reliving, a missing, Keely.

Sitting alone in an empty office, at ease, and typing out my memory-shards. Goodbye abandonment. I am alone, I sleep alone, I want you, ALONE.~