Posted by giveaway boy on November 13, 2000 at 12:36:16:
the day was spent in doing the jackwork for our phones and in fraternizing with my brother jeff, and in eating Sra. Palacios' fine spaghetti. we listened to New Order and other good bands. we went to Sacred Heart for Mass and heard the priest exhort us to be better Christians. we took Jay to an Italian restaurant which had employed a particular fine example of a waiter, who could have doubled as a super model. then, after pizza and garlic bread marcos turned his little blue blullet back toward the homefront. once inside i draw a picture...marcos plays with his answering machine. a brief nap, i stretched out on the bed....more new order....ah hah, knocking at the door. strange men bearing pillows and cushions. and the night begins. enter jacob eagle eyes.
from across the patio, a bent skeleton peeks--with the aid of his green lantern--into the palcios/rogers home.....he, along with the long-legged, mysterious dark-haired woman, can't make out the bizarre forms and rituals going on inside....what are these ghost like sprites? who are these fleeing spectres? a sheeted stranger rushes past semi-opened blinds. the brightness of an ancient sacred fire or maybe the shabbat candles of saint anna, shine out into the palme ceia evening? oh how we wish you were there. marcos gets his first lessons in grass dancing, northern traditional dancing and yes, even the woman's dancing.....great steps my fine boy! skydancer is amazingly present in the form of dance instructor --(get it--fashion designer, now dance instructor) taking the already skillful Marcos to new heights. Bob, the corner master and stool bringer sits on anticpating some silent time for meditating. the night features many sheet dances and a few pillow escapades, a basketball was fashionably present. i unfold to the coke machine, soaking up the south tampa breeze. in the patio a breeze is broken off of the regular air and sent spinning. after the night dies down and the shadows of bob and skydancer stretch ancestor-like across the tarmac under the fake lights, i collapse in front of our lady of guadalupe, two candles lighting my way to sleep. i awake, perhaps an hour later, and repair to my dorms, only to find marcos' room empty....questions, questions. i brush my teeth, i search the house, marcos is blissed out in the lounge. i will let him sleep.
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feel free to visit as bob has provided a resting place for your little bum.
giveaway boy