(My Romantic Life...)
Doctor so not that many stay
Or embraced mommy hot greased finger
Shelter through sleeping you sucker
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Haikubes - haiku 4
(A Dream About...)
Swimming along grass tiger-esque
A last ritual left alternate she
Whispers clever dancing window candy
Swimming along grass tiger-esque
A last ritual left alternate she
Whispers clever dancing window candy
Haikubes - haiku 3
(A Reflection On...)
Every wise gorgeous wild mouthful
Never dreaming for his hard next stay
Have any simple dynamic boy
Every wise gorgeous wild mouthful
Never dreaming for his hard next stay
Have any simple dynamic boy
Haikubes - haiku 2
(A Reflection On...)
Also dead wicked wrong gleeful
But swimming with her heavy last obey
Screwed the balance precious water
Also dead wicked wrong gleeful
But swimming with her heavy last obey
Screwed the balance precious water
Haikubes - haiku 1
(A Birthday Wish...)
One giant wind all those thunder before
Her eyes clever glancing every
Radical inside please no waste it's woman
One giant wind all those thunder before
Her eyes clever glancing every
Radical inside please no waste it's woman
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
for NaNoWriMo - written 11/2008
(this is just a blip of my writing to try and get words on paper to be counted in my 1500/day)
As the words cross my lips…”don’t be childish”…it was then that I realized I was the one misbehaving. I was the one who was throwing a tantrum because I didn’t get my way.
Celestial sounds came from the wind. It was the only thing I could hear. That and the trainsong. My song, the one that was created just for me and for me alone.
The photographs in my head of how things could have been kept me up at night. Wouldn’t leave me alone. Why must I be so dramatic about things?! I consulted my favorite astrologist. What do the stars tell me? How can I focus on bettering my situation? It doesn’t feel like too much to ask. And I sure hope not, as my prayers each night begin and end with the same question, so it seems.
Can I persuade him to follow his own advice? How is it the mirror is so difficult to look at when we are faced with the dilemma of having to avoid hypocrisy? What is it about silence that allows us to hear things that can’t usually be heard? Much less understood. I once had a dream that my teeth were falling out. I later learned that meant I was afraid of losing control. I think it’s interesting when two uncommon events are linked when you would never guess how they are tied, and when you learn how they are mutually joined, it’s often surprising and known all at once. It tickles my funnybone!
It’s a wonder I get anything done at all. I rather enjoy being called a nympho (although nymph and nympho-maniac annoy me). My first fuck called me a nymph. He was the first I ever sucked off too. I didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t care. It was enough just to have the warmth of my mouth on his nerdy little stick. Gulp. I was a swallower! Who would have guessed? I was pleased with his responses so I didn’t care what his status with society was. I was good for him so he was good for me.
It was pointed out to me by another kink, that it is so interesting the twists and turns in ones life, or in my case ups and downs and ins and outs, that we end up as we do. Any change in course and we wouldn’t be where we are right here and now.
I don’t know why she insists on being proud about that mop she wears on her head she calls hair, but she is happy go lucky so who could blame her. She wears way too much rouge so she looks like a clown doll with a bad toupee, but somehow I love her and she found a way into my heart.
Conclusion: “A girl’s gotta pee out here!” I knocked on the door as I yelled. I pounded again. Nothing. There was no answer but I knew that he was in there. I tried again. He must be ignoring me. Or doing a line. Or worse. I was afraid to find out. “What’s it gonna take before you open the damn door?!” Suddenly, the handle turned and you could feel the cold air escape from the bathroom as the door opened softly.
You couldn’t ignore the snoring, that’s why you never let them stay the night. That and the fact that you risk missing your jewelry, cash, and undergarments if you make the wrong choice or take someone home after a heavy night of drinking.
I never met any regrets I didn’t make. Nobody can judge you like you can, so why be so harsh when you don’t deserve to be so mean.
As the words cross my lips…”don’t be childish”…it was then that I realized I was the one misbehaving. I was the one who was throwing a tantrum because I didn’t get my way.
Celestial sounds came from the wind. It was the only thing I could hear. That and the trainsong. My song, the one that was created just for me and for me alone.
The photographs in my head of how things could have been kept me up at night. Wouldn’t leave me alone. Why must I be so dramatic about things?! I consulted my favorite astrologist. What do the stars tell me? How can I focus on bettering my situation? It doesn’t feel like too much to ask. And I sure hope not, as my prayers each night begin and end with the same question, so it seems.
Can I persuade him to follow his own advice? How is it the mirror is so difficult to look at when we are faced with the dilemma of having to avoid hypocrisy? What is it about silence that allows us to hear things that can’t usually be heard? Much less understood. I once had a dream that my teeth were falling out. I later learned that meant I was afraid of losing control. I think it’s interesting when two uncommon events are linked when you would never guess how they are tied, and when you learn how they are mutually joined, it’s often surprising and known all at once. It tickles my funnybone!
It’s a wonder I get anything done at all. I rather enjoy being called a nympho (although nymph and nympho-maniac annoy me). My first fuck called me a nymph. He was the first I ever sucked off too. I didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t care. It was enough just to have the warmth of my mouth on his nerdy little stick. Gulp. I was a swallower! Who would have guessed? I was pleased with his responses so I didn’t care what his status with society was. I was good for him so he was good for me.
It was pointed out to me by another kink, that it is so interesting the twists and turns in ones life, or in my case ups and downs and ins and outs, that we end up as we do. Any change in course and we wouldn’t be where we are right here and now.
I don’t know why she insists on being proud about that mop she wears on her head she calls hair, but she is happy go lucky so who could blame her. She wears way too much rouge so she looks like a clown doll with a bad toupee, but somehow I love her and she found a way into my heart.
Conclusion: “A girl’s gotta pee out here!” I knocked on the door as I yelled. I pounded again. Nothing. There was no answer but I knew that he was in there. I tried again. He must be ignoring me. Or doing a line. Or worse. I was afraid to find out. “What’s it gonna take before you open the damn door?!” Suddenly, the handle turned and you could feel the cold air escape from the bathroom as the door opened softly.
You couldn’t ignore the snoring, that’s why you never let them stay the night. That and the fact that you risk missing your jewelry, cash, and undergarments if you make the wrong choice or take someone home after a heavy night of drinking.
I never met any regrets I didn’t make. Nobody can judge you like you can, so why be so harsh when you don’t deserve to be so mean.
for NaNoWriMo - written 11/2008
(this is just a blip of my writing to try and get words on paper to be counted in my 1500/day)
Teamwork, doesn’t mean that you all have to be working together at the same time all the time. There is a value in doing your task independently on your own and bringing your cog effort back to the system for efficiency.
That’s the hardest lesson to learn…that you won’t get attention unless you have pleased another. It has to be on their terms. You ultimately don’t get to matter.
Teamwork, doesn’t mean that you all have to be working together at the same time all the time. There is a value in doing your task independently on your own and bringing your cog effort back to the system for efficiency.
That’s the hardest lesson to learn…that you won’t get attention unless you have pleased another. It has to be on their terms. You ultimately don’t get to matter.
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