| A Night For Memory |
[03 Aug 2006|04:19am] |
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Winding Road - Bonnie Somerville |
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Who can be two, and two one?
When the joining of the two becomes one,
and the one moves towards exstacy,
reaching that moment in unison.
Life is honestly very good.
It is that quiet time at night, right before the first breath of morning. Silence is kept in the dew on the grass, and in the mist on the water.
I am in my room, the lights are low, a woman is lieing on my bed in nothing but my T-shirt drawing, while I sit here and write about nothing in particular.
It is a lazy night....no work tomorrow. For now I will sit back and enjoy my life, and admire the view of gorgeous ass perched on my bed.
That is all for this evening. Go and enjoy life, I know I am.
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| Passion |
[03 Aug 2006|04:56pm] |
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Cat Collars |
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Life goes through changes. (What a completely obvious and moronic statment).
I have recently ended my relationship with Rachel. It was more mutual than anything. We just were not going in the same direction, and there were alot of things I was not quite ready for. Still I refuse to regret what we had, and I will always think of her as a friend.
Life moves forward.
I am a complete fool for pretty girls. They can ask me for my liver and I would search for a knife to cut it from my own body.
I am always suprised when beautiful popular women are interested in me. Even more when they appear in my bed. Its that sureal experiance like suddenly being thrown in close quarters with a movie star or something.
Idol Worship.
The problem with these women is the ability of men to worship them. It is what I call the Porsche complex. Also known as keeping up with the Jones', but thats such an archaic phrase not many people would know it.
So the Porsche complex is this: People come to California, for 2 things, Sunshine and Money. When they get here, the only thing the get immediatly is the Sun, the money comes later. So they look around and see wealthy people and they are all driving Black Porsche Carreras (this is because wealthy people have no imagination). So they work hard and make some money, and the first car they buy is that blasted Porsche. (this is of course a sweeping generalization)
This is the same idol worship that beautiful women get. A few people start doting on her and soon a fan club emerges. The woman becomes the Porsche, an object that men want because they see others wanting it, and they do not have enough imagination to get their own.
They all think that the woman is the answer to their dreams. They all would bend over backwards for her, do anything she asked, jump into lava, all at improving their chance with her. In the end Virgil is right, Fortune indeed does favor the bold.
My next post will likely be about surviving the fan club, and avoding the pitfalls that lead one to becoming one.
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