Or maybe other selected arteries and goo? I hate working and it starts tomorrow. One more use of the career word and I fucking quit. Like I'd quit a life for work? Fuck off.

Someone just love me a little, please.

I felt disincline to acquiesce. Or, if you like, I didn't want to. It weren't right. And now someone's in trouble. Indifference on my part at the current situation? Oh yes. On account of the fact that ye knew better. Silly. Best of all, they were his rules which he broke. Not mine, not anyone else's. If you give me an inch of your rope, I ( Read more... )

I've got a secret and I can't tell. I've got a secret that I know so well. I've got a secret that's eating at my guts, picking and my brain and driving me nuts. Yes, this secret I cannot tell, I wish I was this secret because it hurts like hell.

So and if I had been carrying a purse, yes it would have been nice. Not nice in the Paris Hilton sense, but just something that would have carried everything that I needed (bus ticket, Solnit's Wanderlust) for my day. Also too, remember that when at a party or other social interaction if I step on your shoe and apologize and then it's all cool, ( Read more... )

So the sun sets and I watched it fall through the large glass plates that were smoke tinted all the while marvelling at the heat that was making everyone complain but smile at the fact that the sun was falling and it would be soon cool in the dark comfort of night. When the sky went to grey and the rain began to fall instead of the humidity it was ( Read more... )

You always used to say that it used to be good to survive. Say it again please. So humdrum and with the heat it's almost unbearable. Sometimes it may read like a scam mail ad. Always wordy or pretty prose. It doesn't get you anywhere. Exhausted, sweating, reaching for some relief, using comma's without hesitation or regard for personal safety ( Read more... )

and she played -lightly- with her blue flip flop sandal, moving it about with her feet. Her short denim skirt sat comfortably on her hips, exposure generously provided by a too-short pink shirt. Lovely blond hair hanging as frame to such a beautiful face lit by failing suns. Kiss me please, before we have to speak and ruin everything ( Read more... )

There needs to be more warm foggy nights. I will gladly trade in a summer's worth of clear night skies for foggy nights. Of course, you may not understand. How was your party anyhow? Share a secret? I talk low to bring the listener into my personal space, but only when I want them. Or we could just be shy and walk in the fog. Either way we' ( Read more... )

Holy fuck am I ever homesick. Again. And restless. Have you read Knulp by Hesse yet? That's a fairly apt description of my current internal workings. I caught the smell of a woodstove on my way home. I likely won't have that opportunity again until later in autumn. Rather, I won't get that same sensation next time, as the weather will be ( Read more... )

What was it that made such a mass of oppressed people neglect the option to fight back. Truckloads of persons at a time being moved with very few armed guards. Really? Why such a display of weakness. And not just at one point in history, but many. What's the helpless mentality for? Never one to agree with the "get mine" culture, always one to ( Read more... )