me and the mexican lovers

i try to step outside of myself, so that i can judge me from a non-judgemental point of view. i get tired of my face, and my voice, and my personality. see, everyone has something about them that makes you want to keep looking at them. pretty people have their beauty, ugly people have their ugliness, and average people...well you have to stare at them to see if they're closer to ugly, or closer to pretty. and that's just the way it is. but not with me. i dont have that. and from where i am sitting, i can see two mexican lovers kissing. there is a broom by them. a reminder that the cleaning lady still needs to mop the floor on which they stand, but for the time present has hidden behind a wall where she peeks out every so often. the man and the woman are probably about twenty-five, and they pay no mind to those who are watching. the woman is pretty. she has long dark hair, dark eyes, and pretty straight teeth. her lips are full, and balanced. she has ugly eye brows. they arch up when she smiles and they make her look like a clown. but now she is kissing the man, very seriously, and there is nothing clownish about her face. the man, is tall, dark, and handsome. he looks like a ken doll. his hair falls over the top of his head in waves. his lips are thin and jut out to reveal blinding white teeth. he is very built, and if i could hear him talk from where i am sitting, i am sure it would be a deep, sexy, military voice. ken whispered something to the girl. she smiled. and now the man has his hands placed firmly on the girls hips, while she runs her hands through his hair. they kiss like this for awhile, until the girls leg is beginning to wrap around the man, and his hands slide slowly down her back. i look back to the cleaning lady who is peering out from behind the wall, thinking of saving her broom most likely. the woman is rubbing her right leg up and down the back of the man's leg, and he likes it. i lean forward even more on the balcony, with my binoculars [which are now starting to hurt my eyes], to get an even closer view. but i hear my mother knock on the sliding glass doors. i have to go eat my dinner. at dinner i have to stare at my plate of food, to keep myself from staring at the people across the table. i notice that two of the peas on my plate have gotten up and walked away from the rest. they now rest behind the solid wall of my porkchop and they are talking to each other i believe. [i can't hear them of course. their voices are very soft.] they are now kissing one another passionately, running their hands down the soft green backs of the other one. they lay down, and things get too hot. i stab them with my fork, and eat them.


	amaze me machine. \| home writings me and the mexican lovers who brought upon the permanent vegatable march. i try to step outside of myself, so that i can judge me from a non-judgemental point of view. i get tired of my face, and my voice, and my personality. see, everyone has something about them that makes you want to keep looking at them. pretty people have their beauty, ugly people have their ugliness, and average people...well you have to stare at them to see if they're closer to ugly, or closer to pretty. and that's just the way it is. but not with me. i dont have that. and from where i am sitting, i can see two mexican lovers kissing. there is a broom by them. a reminder that the cleaning lady still needs to mop the floor on which they stand, but for the time present has hidden behind a wall where she peeks out every so often. the man and the woman are probably about twenty-five, and they pay no mind to those who are watching. the woman is pretty. she has long dark hair, dark eyes, and pretty straight teeth. her lips are full, and balanced. she has ugly eye brows. they arch up when she smiles and they make her look like a clown. but now she is kissing the man, very seriously, and there is nothing clownish about her face. the man, is tall, dark, and handsome. he looks like a ken doll. his hair falls over the top of his head in waves. his lips are thin and jut out to reveal blinding white teeth. he is very built, and if i could hear him talk from where i am sitting, i am sure it would be a deep, sexy, military voice. ken whispered something to the girl. she smiled. and now the man has his hands placed firmly on the girls hips, while she runs her hands through his hair. they kiss like this for awhile, until the girls leg is beginning to wrap around the man, and his hands slide slowly down her back. i look back to the cleaning lady who is peering out from behind the wall, thinking of saving her broom most likely. the woman is rubbing her right leg up and down the back of the man's leg, and he likes it. i lean forward even more on the balcony, with my binoculars [which are now starting to hurt my eyes], to get an even closer view. but i hear my mother knock on the sliding glass doors. i have to go eat my dinner. at dinner i have to stare at my plate of food, to keep myself from staring at the people across the table. i notice that two of the peas on my plate have gotten up and walked away from the rest. they now rest behind the solid wall of my porkchop and they are talking to each other i believe. [i can't hear them of course. their voices are very soft.] they are now kissing one another passionately, running their hands down the soft green backs of the other one. they lay down, and things get too hot. i stab them with my fork, and eat them.