Saturday, February 21, 2009

Revelation 2

It hurts more when things are not as clear as they should be.

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.

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.

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.


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.



nice.

mmmmmm, I know.


I pour the brown liquid in a cup and then...

gulp GULP gulp Wow, that is good! Share
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.



Probably was right then. Now I've just gone bad.