At least I can escape through sleep.

It would be nice to think that since I was 14, times have changed. Relationships have become more sophisticated. Females less cruel. Skins thicker. Instincts more developed. But there seems to be an element of that afternoon in everything that's happened to me since. All my romantic stories are a scrambled version of that first one ( Read more... )

"He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the ( Read more... )

So, this is my thing. Today, my cat is getting put to sleep. I've had him since I was seven years old. January 1989. I don't know what to say. May all cats go to heaven too. If I believe in it.

I am the Ideal Lover

Most people have dreams in their youth that get shattered or worn down with age. They find themselves disappointed by people, events, reality, which cannot match their youthful ideals. Ideal Lovers thrive on people's broken dreams which become lifelong fantasies. You long for romance? Adventure? Lofty spiritual communion? The ( Read more... )

Please respond people... if you want ( Read more... )

"It's likely that I won't be writing very much longer. With the way things are shaping up, I'll probably have other things I'll have to do, as will others here, whether we like it or not. But I hope to be a fan of science fiction for at least fifty years if I can hold myself together that long and keep from getting my teeth kicked in. All I really ( Read more... )

The first date is always in a public place, you take your car, they take their car, both of you leave in your cars and go back to your own homes ( Read more... )

Spring Break. Hmm. It was a very interesting week. I didn't expect a lot of what went on, and some of it didn't surprise me at all. We went down to Navarre Beach, sort of near Pensacola, Fl, and hung out at the beach with a lot of cool people. I don't know what to think of some of the things that went on during spring break; I just hope that ( Read more... )

I love you. That is all I know. But all I know, too, is that I am writing into space: the kind of dreadful, unknown space I am just going to enter. I am going to Iowa, Illinois, Idaho, Indindiana, but these, though mis-spelt, *are* on the map. You are not ( Read more... )