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Fri, April 4, 2008 - 12:40 AM
pants are like other things sometimes, they change an grow old , there fibers showing the experience of there lives lived, they stretch an ware, fade in form,
I wonder what pants think about knees?
I wonder if they are fulfilled when legs oposite of empty there hollow choridoors, fullfiling there potentially sweaty destiny.?
sometimes I like to retire favorite items just before they transform to more holes then nots.
put them out of rotation, so they can silently rage, hanging out with other past favorites in party boxes somewhere.
Awaiting the day when closet space is never ending , perfectly placed. The museum of past favorites can live in glory, chronologically co-ordinated. hanging in spectacular communal display and ready for those special walks down memory lane, garbed in the armor and insight that these woven wonders brung, brang, bringin...
huh, that really sums it all up for right now, maybe I will post that as a blog on my tribe thingy, sharing this pants talk with budys could be nice cyber share bonding times....
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Fri, April 4, 2008 - 9:24 AM
'put them out of rotation, so they can silently rage, hanging out with other past favorites in party boxes somewhere.
awesome commentary on pants. Just about made my day smiling. I need to find a pair of pants like those in the photo. I'm pretty sure pants are one of the first things people check out. Thanks for the sweet pants blog :) |
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Fri, April 4, 2008 - 10:52 PM
panta-lone homies
maybe we can exchange our pants with one another along with their respective stories, and thusly make a communal sharing and action-oriented bonding over such a rainbow array of happy dancing pants. we share care for and mend one anothers pants and maybe give them titles....yeha they should all have suuuperhero titles.
i want to get into that hidden little party box of yours....;)) maybe we should exchange panties as well? (for our headz of course..) |
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Fri, April 4, 2008 - 11:07 PM
dude, i fully had a weird pants day.
i had lots o dirty work to do, but of course, i always wanna look somewhat fabulous, so i squeaked open that crowded pants drawer, and dug deep, to find something that would invoke a stylee bang-em-up kinda day... after having a typical libran battle over which one was too pase and which one was too tight, and which needed a special belt and which one i didn't wanna get grimy, i finally had an AHA!! moment, when i found my old almost holey first skinny leg jean form the way back that i could not even think of getting rid of, and i swear, i heard an angel sing. yet as the day passed, i noticed how all the good times i had had wearing those jeans really made the ass sag. and the anciant festival stains were bringing this strange old man feeling to my fresh new springtime life....somehow it wasn't working. i tried to get into it, really, tried to be that humble artist girl from up north, but it never quite clicked. my day was weird, and it had everthing to so with the jeans. i don't want it to sound like i don't like rockin my grimies, cuz that is seemingly most often my steez, but i'm feeling that even the most precious keepsake of a jean might someday need to take THE BIG REST. so alas, at the end of the work, as i was peeing, i took them off. (its easy for girls) i couldn't wait to get into a fresh pair of pants. and so now i sit, in this years model, with a new found aprecciation that someday, they too, will be the ones that i wear to do the dirty work. all things come to pass, everything changes, give thanks for the jeans of this moment, and whatever we do, we won't get attached. thank you for bringing about this topic, i feel healed. |
