a face to the name

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barefoot

a beach or a field, strong wind blowing all of your hair to one side, just walking slowly for the sake of walking, no one else there, no sound but the wind through your skin. faint taste of dirt/salt in your mouth, endless ground seeping forward into the something. seven miles to the horizon, both ways. nowhere to go but the sky.

ah, love

this is one of my favorite songs. i am going to post a link to it and reprint the lyrics, but before i do, i must explain to you its amazing origins.
songstowearpantsto.com is a website where an amazing guy named Andrew writes songs based on ideas, suggestions, and poems you send him. the songs are really amazing. most of the songs are very silly, but this one is just sweet. this is it:

this is the link

and these are the lyrics:

You first met at a game of Dungeons and Dragons.
Your hair long, tye dye shirt and a smile
She had violet colored eyes.
Now she’s your fair maiden, but no damsel in distress;
You’ve found yourself in her adventures.
Where will tonight’s journey take you?
Lost in the mountains in the middle of a storm
Or racing shopping carts through the parking lot
At three-fourteen a.m.… because that’s pie time.
You love her so much, it’s embarrassing
Don the jester’s cap with the singing bells.
A fool in love, but you don’t really mind
When all arguments end in tickle fights.
You play the story, she’ll paint the dreams
In the home that you’ve made together
The toaster and the microwave, the vacuum too,
Smile wide in black permanent marker grins.
Every toad and snail and squirrel your friend
Oversized purple hedgehogs, flying pigs
Poke sharks and roly-poly elephants.
You love her so much, it’s embarrassing
Long, lazy Saturdays with Spongebob Squarepants
Teddy Ruxpin and Gorebash
You can never outgrow being happy
You can never outgrow who you are.
She loves you so much, it’s embarrassing
She’ll join you in a battle with gigantic plastic swords.
Then take your hand and swing dance in the kitchen
She is the pretty one, she is your best friend
She has flowers in her hair
And she loves you.

just so it doesn't look like i'm intruding on copyright or anything, i didn't write any of this.

one hundred percent polyester vinyl chloride...

let me explain the title of the last post. you see, i just went to *chorus of angels* theater camp. there was a class at this *chorus of angels* theater camp called "igniting the creative process". they did a presentation for us on what they had done, and it went like this:
around a dozen kids standing in black on the stage. one girl goes over to a person and touches them. they strike a new pose and go over to a microphone. they say, "and". them saying "and" is recorded, and plays thru the speakers over and over. she goes over to the next person and touches them, they strike a new pose, go over to the mike, and say "i". this is recorded too, so the speakers say, "and. i." this goes on until the speakers are saying, "and. i. know. you're. on. the. outside. looking. in." they stand there in their poses and stare at you for a while while this plays, then they all start to move. someone takes out a cell phone. it rings, and starts to play gibberish. then someone else's cell phone rings, they take it out, and it starts to play what the previous phone was playing, but backwards, so its real words. a girl steps to the front and starts to rap while both cell phones are speaking. then everyone freezes in a pose, stares at the audience, and sings in unison:
"if we had hinges on our heads there wouldn't be no sin, 'cause we could take the bad stuff out and leave the good stuff in."

if we had hinges on our heads there wouldn't be no sin, 'cause we could take the bad stuff out and leave the good stuff in.

i am staring at a pair of metal skizors as i write this. they look like this:
circlllle space circlllle
teddy bear handshake
spinning wool smooth perfect v
reflective parallelogram
empty oreo
bent line
point

and that is something that makes sense only in my mind. for example, take this picture:


i would describe it this way:
lineszwoosh
fooooooooliage
rarwww!!!
swellbubble
ssharrp
bumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpetc
killer moons.

killer moons. that would be a good name for a band. the killer moons. anyway, my point was, i want you to paint this picture with words the way i just did. please do so in the comments section. thank you.

i just did something i have never done before; i made a blog post with nothing in mind to write. i think it turned out okay. ah, well.