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A little less than a happy high
Bike Courier Diary
Not certain that this is fit for public consumption, but...

She is a blur as she pedals past, wrong way down the one way street. I see enough to catch colorful hints of interesting skin art, glints of silver around her face suggesting numerous piercings, more than would normally be ventured. She swerves at the end of the street to avoid a car coming too fast. He stops short of hitting her, but close enough to trigger the anger, the almighty street rage of the reckless. Her rage. Her rage spreads like fire over the hood of his car and consumes him. She is off her bike, screaming, venting her self-righteous fury over what cannot be his fault. God, but her legs are beautiful. In an instant her rage overtakes me as well. Images. In my mind, she throws me against the wall, grabs a handful of hair, jerks my head back. No hesitation, no guilt, and no remorse. One predatory glare and she bites my bottom lip... hard. I want her, or, the reverie shakes off, no. The fantasy is gone. I want to be her. I want to access that of me that is that wild and ill-tempered and uninhibited. Magnificent, fit, experimental, and unhinged. I want your mojo, girl. I own that want.

Your power will be mine.

Current Mood: playful

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clayrobeson From: clayrobeson Date: July 25th, 2002 01:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Not certain that this is fit for public consumption, but...

It's your journal. You get to make that call.

I thought it was quite cool. :)
komos From: komos Date: July 26th, 2002 05:39 am (UTC) (Link)
True enough, but I still waffled for a few days before I posted. I finally did after I had a long discussion about self-censorship with a couple of friends and decided to risk it.

And thanks.
From: bullhead Date: July 25th, 2002 02:11 pm (UTC) (Link)

excellent post. i found you in friendsfriends and now you're upgraded.
cosmicserpent From: cosmicserpent Date: July 25th, 2002 02:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
A little Friends 2.0 upgrade. And I'll just start agree with everyone else regarding the post. What inspired this? And if she's real, where can I find her?! ;)
betraid From: betraid Date: July 25th, 2002 05:31 pm (UTC) (Link)

i know her!

there's a gorgeous girl in boston with a pink bike that evokes the same fantastic impulses in me. always made going to work a little more interesting.

would you mind delivering that package yourself??
komos From: komos Date: July 26th, 2002 05:31 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: i know her!

Heh. I think she was actually an avatar of the bike courier pantheos, manifesting features from most every courier I've ever lusted after. ;)
komos From: komos Date: July 26th, 2002 09:04 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: i know her!

Sorry... pantheon was the word I wanted.

I took the liberty of visiting your lj, and, well... it's pretty powerful writing. Don't know what else to say beyond thanks for sharing.
komos From: komos Date: July 26th, 2002 05:35 am (UTC) (Link)
It was a scene I witnessed on West a little while ago when I went out to get some coffee. I wrote it immediately, but I've been waffling as to whether I wanted to include it here.

And honestly, I have no idea... though I think it might be worth finding excuses to order a courier or two to see who comes to pick up. People win the lottery, so you might be able to draw the angry girl with the angry sun tattoo out into the open.
komos From: komos Date: July 26th, 2002 05:36 am (UTC) (Link)

Thanks and welcome.
guitarcries From: guitarcries Date: July 25th, 2002 11:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's amazing how one glimpse of a stranger on the street can spur fantasies like that. I used to think I was insane for having similar thoughts, but the more I read the more I realize it's very common. One can infer so many things about a person just from particular physicalities about them, not that any of those things are necessarily reality. But it's fun at least.
komos From: komos Date: July 26th, 2002 05:24 am (UTC) (Link)

On the nature of reality

I think that it's the reaction to what you see that's most interesting. I saw this, and it invoked all of these things in me. In reality, this woman may well be a marshmallow, acting the way she did only because she was afraid and a little freaked out. My perception and my imagination painted a canvas of a different sort. For a brief moment, I got to create a little piece of my world.
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