3:38 a.m. - 2004-05-22
this one: laughing quietly underneath my breath
skinnydipping presents the sacred and the profane in huge and beautiful doses if you know how to take it and how to process it. the biggest risk is feeling guilty for indulging in too much of one or the other - for it is impolite to stare, even at supple fat girlflesh, breasts and butts and curvy sides which reflect the yellow-white floodlight because they are slick all over with crispy chlorinated water. and in turn it is also impolite to drift into the deep end of the pool and do underwater somersaults by yourself and laugh and wish it wasn't so blurry so you could see the laugh-bubbles rise to the surface above you - as i have said before it is like flying. oh how i love it. welcome back, summer.
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