Saturday, February 21, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Revelation 1
If you cannot tell things to a certain friend or lover.
You might as well not be their friend or lover.
I'm Right, I'm Right, I KNOW I'm Right
God, I have to trust my senses more often.
I suppose something, and then fall into doubt because I usually do not like the reality of things.
I know reality so well, that I tend to escape it.
I suppose something, and then fall into doubt because I usually do not like the reality of things.
I know reality so well, that I tend to escape it.
Reality is the shit of things.
Reality is the way things have to work.
Reality is the way things should and should not be.
Reality is 1 in a million.
Reality is facing debt.
Reality is consequence.
Reality is chronic guilt.
Reality is superficial.
Reality is
what it is:
atomic.
Reality is the way things have to work.
Reality is the way things should and should not be.
Reality is 1 in a million.
Reality is facing debt.
Reality is consequence.
Reality is chronic guilt.
Reality is superficial.
Reality is
what it is:
atomic.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I'm Now Bad Milk In His Hot Chocolate
I came back from class craving hot chocolate. What I did not know was that I was going to begin contemplating as I always do.
The chocolate I own is imported from Spain and is salivatingly (there is no such word) delicious. I open the package and out pops a memory.
The chocolate I own is imported from Spain and is salivatingly (there is no such word) delicious. I open the package and out pops a memory.
Crap,
I say out loud, I had to waste valuable chocolate that day!
That day was sexy, it was fun. Chocolate brings out the fun in me. People say that chocolate makes one horny; well, it does. I shared that hot chocolate. While sipping that thick orgasmic stuff, I felt like slipping into something more comfortable. Yes, I was there working on the floor and I willingly take off my top and change to a white t-shirt.
Let me make some hot chocolate
I said.Who could say no to that? Arms wrapped around me in my see through t-shirt as the pot bubbled up thick brown stuff. I was bubbly myself.
Why must you let it boil three times?
Well, for one thing, I got to cream up this processed American milk somehow,
and secondly, that's the secret I found in some Spanish recipe book.
and secondly, that's the secret I found in some Spanish recipe book.
nice.
mmmmmm, I know.
mmmmmm, I know.
I pour the brown liquid in a cup and then...
gulp GULP gulp Wow, that is good! Share
some with me.
some with me.
I'd love to.
I felt important. It is nice to feel important.
I bet you're never going to have one as good as mine.
No,
probably not.
No,
probably not.
Probably was right then. Now I've just gone bad.
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