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Random Words & Thoughts - 6/30/2003
Scent Memory is so fucking rad, and it's amazing what you can do with it.

First I was reminded of Chips Ahoy, not the chewy kind (bleech) and I could smell them, the cookie, the chips. yum.

Then it moved on to watermelon bubbilicious, and I could smell the gum stuck in my nose after I chewed the whole pack and blew a bubble way to big. (the Bubbilicious came up when I told Elizabeth she was better than even that).

And that lead me to remember, this weekend, laying there, I caught, for the first time, this fleshy, sweet, delicious fragrance on Elizabeth's skin, that spot just at the bottom of the rib cage. Just had my head there and then I caught it and held it. I didn't think anybody ever actually smelled sweetly, certainly not adults and not naturally. And then I could taste the smell. It's weird when you can taste smells, and good when they are good. And then I got chills. Just fucking amazing. And then it leads to the softness of her skin on my lips and beneath my fingers.

And I crave them all. Except maybe the Bubbilicious because its too sugary for me nowadays. But I have milk and Chips Ahoy are delicious when dunked, and I can never get enough Elizabeth.

Scent memory is what makes eating well the worst for me. Because I drive by In-n-Out and I can smell the warm Double Double, the fries, the chocolate shake. And its so fucking tasty. I see the candy at the checkout lane and I can small the freshly bitten Reese's cup and the release of the locked in peanut butter vapors. Or the icy hardness of the frozen cups.

Have you ever just tried to breath someone in? Like time your breathing to coincide with their opposite breathing? (I know a lot of you have probably synchronized breathing, but this one was new for me). It's funny because the first time I did it I was having a hard time getting it reversely synchronized and later, when I told Elizabeth I was trying to do it, she said she was too, so we were both altering our breathing to match the others and so kept defeating each other. Ha! :) But it was still fun and I love breathing her breath, which I do every now and again when I have the chance and inclination. I don't recommend this if your lover has bad breath though. Although I can't recommend a lover with chronic bad breath either. Even at its worst, Elizabeth's has never been anything less than delectable though.

Yeah, ok, so I need to get back to work. I just need to spout off every so often. I'm just on fire lately :) I have 6 screenplays in my head right now, in 6 stages of production : 1 that is mostly done, 1 that I have some ideas written for, 1 that i have just recorded(audio) notes for, 1 that is a short story i wrote that i want to make into a movie, and 2 that are public domain that i want to do modern retellings of (not necessarily today modern, but just more modern, or maybe even future, these are the least thought out, but i know 2 things I want to do something with).

Random Words & Thoughts - 9/13/2002
Do you ever collect up all the little pieces of people you carry with you and wonder how many of them are carrying a piece of you? Like the people who really stick, the ones you repeatedly, every so often, just wonder about. The girl you fell in love with, wrote a story for and got rejected by - does she ever think about you or that story? The teacher who's words and thoughts changed your life - does he ever wonder what became of you? Your favorite musician you met at a concert and shook hands with and told him he fucking rocked - does he remember you out of the millions of fans he talks to every year? And are there any people who you've forgotten about but that carry around a piece of you because although you can't even remember the first letter of their first name, you did or said something that changed them?
And what if those pieces were real? Like if enough people carried around a little piece of you, you wouldn't be anymore. Spreading yourself too thin in the literal sense. You just exist as pieces of memory and recollection that other people carry around and maybe share and trade like baseball cards. And so you had to make sure you didn't make too big of an impact on too many people. Moderation of your own greatness. A check on everyone's ego.
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