Great Expectations

BlogBear and i have known someone for a long time. It's pure coincidence that we both know him but i doubt he knows either of us. Maybe he knows of us, he probably does since I've spoken to him many times and we've been to each others' houses, know each others' families and know similar people. But still, there is alot of distance between us.

He is Handsome, so very very handsome and always has been. And he just keeps getting nicer and nicer looking. It suits his personality perfectly.

Onetime BlogBear and I were standing in one of the city malls between David Jones and Borders just talking when suddenly this man runs by then stops less than two metres infront of us. He stops, seems to rise a little, he, towering above all of the crowd, looks about with his chin high then runs off again, so fast but smoothly with long strides. It doesn't seem like fast movement, but it's noticeable because it was quickly that he was out of our sight. It was like experiencing the sublime. It felt incredible. He looked like a man, like a proper man. he was dressed as though he'd been working out or something but still in casual attire. It seems as though he were the divine, most raw man who slotted in so perfectly into the world around him and he was the basis of all men to follow.
We watched as his vanished into the 5 o'clock crowd of men in suits, women in power suits and trainers and the array of mullets in peroxide and black, pinafores, tracksuit jackets and fluro head bands which were prominent at the time. We stood for a while, basking in the moment. We had nothing to feel of him, he didn't leave a trace, it was like he'd never been there. i swear to god we could have blinked and missed it cause though it may have actually lasted maybe 10 seconds it simply felt like only one which had been drawn out.

This boy'll do that to you. take your breath away. BlogBear saw him yesterday and couldn't speak, she stuttered for the minute after the encounter. He is the still point of the turning world. He is.

I am just so thankful that i know him. Seriously, he's the kind of person who offers sense. So fucking thankful for the random chances which have left to seeing him alot and a lot of times and also for knowing people who provide the link.

i saw some photos today of incredible skies. One sky really, Perth sky, but it looked really beautiful and so i sent them to BlogBear


Dirtbag says:
how nice is the sky

Dirtbag says:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=324527&id=821765075&ref=nf#/photo.php?pid=9156727&id=821765075

Dirtbag says:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=324527&id=821765075&ref=nf#/photo.php?pid=9156726&id=821765075

BlogBear says:
yeah

Dirtbag says:
like incredible

BlogBear says:
not as good as ****

BlogBear says:
not half as good


Nothing compares to you, ****. I can't even give him a Person X alias. He's too good for that. But yes, everything in our lives, even when it's on a completely different spectrum, in a different league, with no constants or mediators between them cannot live up to him. Despite the irrelevance, he sits as god, whom nothing compares to.

Give me a camera and shaver and I'll stand before you and sing of his incomparable-ism in one long take.

****, WE FUCKING LOVE YOU