jason mraz

he has,
FINALLY granted me another run of ever mind blowing words, description. It's really about time. Once again i find myself falling and trapped in a twirl of dorky, playful and fascinating play of the brilliant mind. truely intriguing. it could be about the most mundane, yet he still keeps u drawn to his every word.

About an hour after you climb out of the sea from big surf, you become a spigot for salt water. It usually happens when you get home and bend down to pull your clinging trucks from your stiffened thighs frozen from winter’s ice cube tray of a choppy lake pacific. Today the gush of brain backwash occurred in my ice cream without warning. No bending over required. Maybe this means i'm an expert now. As amusing as pre-ejaculatory fluids tend to be, I don’t care for sea salt and snot in my sans-fat sweet cream with caramel and brownie togetherness.

I gawk with a loose jaw, lick my lips, and wait patiently for my indecisiveness to fade into a flirtatious routine with the high school girls that work there.

- jason mraz

alright, i might just be dog-gone biased. but hell i dont quite care anyways.

If you were here I’d mouth to you the words "call me" and extend my thumb and pinky against my cheek connecting my ear to my mouth like a phone, but actually mapping a route intended for your tender kisses.

Mindblowing.