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i cant make it to phenex

let me first start out by apologizing to the mods. This entry dosent have much to do with ear lobes, but i am desperate for the help of an afluent bmezine.com user. i am looking for stories and experiences on high nostral peircings and the mods of the comunitys peircings and modified keep rejecting my fucking post for some reason. 
so if anyone could give me a good link i will be very happy and very grateful. Thank you and sorry again.

-b

my lantern is very bright tonight.
there is a glowing presence around your head when you smile.
Your ankles are swelling up, tonight.
from the stinging nettles.
were out of breath, tonight.

from running from the sound, of crunching gravel, ooover there. over there.
its beginning to feel a lil more innocent, tonight


maybe we should just give up the fight......toniiight tooniight tooonight .


tonight.

my toes, are numb. My palms are itching. my eyes are closed, your breath on my back has made me, weak before. full of wanting.
I have again, become full of wanting.
i close my eyes tighter as my hands are doing your job.
I see in my mind, you. Your knees bent, covering me.
my body bent and perfectly positioned, your hands wondering and my breath baited.
losing ourselfs, and finding ourselves,and then..becoming lost again, in what we have found.

but as I open my eyes, breathing slower now, i realize that I, am covered by nothing and that you. Are Not Real.

You bring me back to a time when, my body was aching and i could barley walk any more.
I feel like, falling to my knees, like i am begging for one drop of water, from a dried up well.
My thirst will never be quenched by you.
crawling to the foot, of a dead and fruitless tree, my hunger will never be satisfied when your around.
Laying on my back, wilting from the desert sun, i am weak and vulnerable, my eyes are swollen and dried, i am blinded by your heat.

and I will not find relief until you are gone.

To say that you are cute, would be like saying that a strawberry is sweet. because a strawberry has secret flavors, that are sharp and tart and red a deep.
I would love to find you, growing wild at the edge of the woods, i would make a basket with the front of my shirt and take home as many of you as I could.


to say that you are pretty would be like saying that the ocean is blue, because the ocean is filled with all kinds of colors and i see all sort of things when i look at you. And i want to explore you with my tennis shoes off, standing ankle deep in a tide pool with my kakie pants rolled up.

to say that you are funny would be like saying the night sky is black, because the night sky is filled with stars and comets and planets that no one has seen yet.

and i want to look at you laying on my front lawn, I'll try to take you all in and once but you just go on and on and on.

what a fucking movie.

i havent cried that hard in a very long time.
watch it, please.

i have forgotten what its like to have friends