But I’m talking personal, and applying with a broad brush and crafted detail to the first blush of a romantic love. One with (see first line…).

Being my personal apocalypse (And I deserve the best),  I start where the notes and flirtations have been established, slipping into that heady teen heartbeat thing. Sharing intimacies (not carnality) ,wondering what and where someone is at anytime becomes a constant stream of increasing texts. In jokes get made… which are building blocks to private languages, shared moments, and new histories.

And at a certain point, between the hugging and puffing and blowing down o’ houses, intentions must get set.

While we live in that lovers twilight of beginnings, while we risk saying things and acting the fool, anything seems possible. It’s play. It’s not make believe….or may not be, that’s a far longer play date… but we risk trying things when the chemistry is right, and the night is nigh. We play at casualness, we play at possessiveness, we ask for exactly what we need.

Because…simply…Fuck it. When pressed with real promise and potential, we push in our chips…no,..I do. I don’t know what you do. I bet black for optimism and spin the wheel,

Push Play. Let The Gears engage,

We ask for exactly what we need. And we speak plainly on what were willing to do to get it.

Underneath this fun, this building, this sweet text and leading posts, there is a single goal. I will know you. Not your names or your hometown tales, not your fave beach to walk on or worst night. I will become owner and operator of your futures. And here…take mine.

This mad desire of absolute ownership only works on myth, so it will fall away. No one wants to own another. Its play, but brings out darker colors and truer needs. I will know you. And you will know me too.

And once you share such statements within a very small circle, they gain weight and breadth. They become true, if not temporary. They push you into further action. Come what may.

Track 1 – PUSH PLAY