nicky wire's legs
Christ is king!
i saw the love of my life today. he was about 70. i never thought the love of my life would be so old or that a 70 year old could be so appealling. but there he was. he had shoulder length hair, naturally it was grey, parted down the side, and admirably thick, not scraggly or wispy at all. he himself was a bit wispy though, and i mean that in the best way. a slight effeminate thing, probably only about 5'6, but with such an imperial, impressively patrician air and firmness of outline as to afford him a respectability not generally seen in diminutive or, for that matter, old men. his features were small and angular, but strong--a profile hinting at superiority of genes was he blessed with--and the skin covering them remarkably taut; no sag at all, would you believe. he wore a gray tweed blazer, as he would, and his posture was remarkably good and his manner stoic, he was clearly not the fidgety type. all in all he gave the impression of the deepest refinement, an exquisite mixture of the genteel and the artistic, and neither in carriage of his person nor containment of his features did his physical self give the impression of ever once having strayed beyond it's borders that had been preassigned to it from the realm of ideal forms. he possessed himself completely, right up to the perimeter of his person and not a step beyond, while all around him seemed to swirl the warm perfumed winds of another world, fiercely enveloping him in a space of timelessness, in which he could not be touched by the ravages of age and decay, or by the vulgarity of the modern age. his presence brought to mind antiquated french country houses, floral prints like the kind seen on marni dresses circa 2003, alabaster statues, hedges shaped into sculptures, and people drinking cool refreshments in airy spaces (which is about as racy as my fantasies get). i dont know his name (how could i?) but he will always be lucien atwell to me. his wife on the other hand was a scrappy uptight lab rat looking thing, wholly belonging to her surroundings, and with lipstick much too red for her old spoiled lips (what was she thinking?), and i sincerely doubt if even in the bloom of youth she was ever half the charming creature her husband is today.
why is it that such people who seem to completely bewitch the space they take up are so rare? it seems unfair that there arent more of them; that we are, or at least i am, only ever given brief glimpses of them, maybe about once a year, and rarely do we ever know such people. such a shame. how much more enjoyable life would be if there were more people who could enchant the air all around them like that.
oh mr.atwell where have you gone to? why hast thou left me?
why is it that such people who seem to completely bewitch the space they take up are so rare? it seems unfair that there arent more of them; that we are, or at least i am, only ever given brief glimpses of them, maybe about once a year, and rarely do we ever know such people. such a shame. how much more enjoyable life would be if there were more people who could enchant the air all around them like that.
oh mr.atwell where have you gone to? why hast thou left me?