balls growing bigger.

sitting in a home. payed for, that way the worry is off our back when we lay in bed, or the palette we made from last night because we were watching movies.

The sky is cloudy grey with a blue tone. your wrist...bended as your fingers twirl in my wavy, curly massacre even more... but you like the fro.

We lay on our backs, the window cracked as the same drip we watched at 9am, has become a tiny waterfall by 11a. you make "what if" jokes about everyone being tiny, and having to scramble at ant size. I laugh, going further -throwing mutual friends in the mix as we guess their reactions...you'll both tell your girlfriends about it.

We 3,lay...wonder..and wish for one mildly warm breeze. on the left of me Lara smokes a Nat Sherman cigarette, and on the right Rana has just folded over the end of 'the groups' second cigarello- which contains regular grade weed and Bugler tobacco. See, I rolled the first (made purely of weed) for Lara and Rana because they love getting high on rainy days...and see, Rana rolled the second because they know I love the high you get from smoking spliffs. Lara can't roll anything worthy of smoking for shit. We always pick on her about it. Yeah...sometimes we go too far.

This Triangle is really much easier than any linear thing any of us have ever had. I consider adding a woman and they too as well, but a man; but what we have in this moment doesn't require more bodies, just the present ones to be closer and touching.

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