description: cool saturation, of course, nothing is sharpened in colour, in fiction or in words. a subtle distinction and cross-breedings of glances. the easy way to caress the skin in that one hour, and the way your hand can drop off so easily in regret and love (or lack-there-of). my setting is in cool air, the cool ground and cool everythings that are easier to mingle with. I guess it's just simpler than most things, like trying to collect yourself in hot air. Besides it's easier to be calm and sad in the cold light of the sea. what if i could kiss you. late at night, feeling romantic instead of promiscuous. It could be better, or even worse than the long lingering moments in conversation, dripping with doubt, sighs and then the unrealistic evation of love put through in words. hey bright eyes, we're in our own california. when you kiss me on those mid-night streets, sweep me off my feet. singing; aint life sweet? question: why the obsession with california? and why you?