jim613
Jazz is cool, but I like it slow ad easy. Warm nights. Soft skin. My baby beside me.
I am a bit under the weather, but that isn't really true. I just feel blue and have no other socially acceptable way to explain my downcast mood than to blame it on downcast skies, even if they do not exist. Que reality.
I am not usually a cross person, but she can bring it out in me without too much effort. Her look sometimes just frosts me and, being who I am, I retaliate. God, I wish I could break this pattern.
There are none but you, Jane, who could have saved me from myself by showing me how to be the one I want to be. I intend to love and you of all have given me the key.
She was near me when I didn't even know her. She was the source of the warm feeling I got when I looked at someone else believing it to be her. And now that he is actually near me, I am complete.
Made...The mafia to has "made men". These are killers who "made their bones" (killed someone) to become full fledged mafia hods. Made... maybe, but not the kind of life I would want to make.
Driven is something I always wanted to be, and pretty much am, but it has a cost. Sort of like car where the price of fuel and maintenance is has to be factored in to the driving. And then there are moments when you just run out of gas.
My life has been a gift. Some time it has been a gag gift, some times a gift that didn’t fit, but always it was given to me to use as best I could. I wish I had always done that.
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