Chill please don't get out. - Page 3

On January 06 2012 01:28 Flaccid wrote:
I sat on Chill's lap during the May 2011 GSL finals. As the games went on and our attention wavered, the conversation turned to other matters - our pasts, our goals, our dreams. I learned that Chill could recite the entire work of 'Song of Myself' by Walt Whitman. As he spoke the poem, he did so with such energy and passion that I could feel him getting hard beneath my buttocks. At first I was shy and clenched tightly while listening to the words, like droplets of golden dew, drip from his lips. My confidence grew with with each passing line and it was not long before our eyes finally met. We looked into each other with an understanding that can only be achieved by occupying the same moment, the same breath, in the same sliver of time. In that moment we were one.