October 3rd, 2008
Simply put, how can I tell you?
Your hands on me, felt right.
Your eyes looking into mine, I saw a carnal tease.
As we danced, I felt myself swim in delight.
For four minutes and how ever many seconds you were mine.
Your body was moving with me, your motion was my motion.
Your arms caressed my neck, my hands slide around your waist to your lower back.
We step closer together, our warmth joining.
We made light conversation, laughed flirtatiously.
Closer together we came, finally..your chest against me. Your cheek resting on my shoulder.
I enjoyed the moment, while we chatted.
When our time ended, it was alright. I still had the experience and the live dream to remember.
August 26th, 2008
Must do moar.
Must gain energy.
Where is the Sun, oh noeeeesssssss
August 13th, 2008
Fantastic Photos of 1940’s New Yorks.
Ya know.. Pre Hippies, Yuppies, during the hardest working generation…
Be Free and Look!
Yarrrrg.
August 1st, 2008
Miniscule. Nothing to much. Changed some colors, updated the header and added a background mwahahaha. Also learned some stuffs about CSS. I forgot how much I hated programming, this isn’t for me. DAMNIT.
July 31st, 2008
An old woman lying in a modest home, laying down on her meager bed is awakened by a child. He nuzzles against her hand, hoping to hear one of her stories again. She shifts ever so slightly so that she can focus on him. In a raspy, quiet yet soothing voice “Are you here for another story?” He nods his head, his eyes deep with interest already. She chuckles and says “What shall it be today, What shall it be today? Ah Yes, Yes.. The history, I think you should like that one”. He shifted his legs to get comfortable and prepared to listen. She started to talk, her words forming an cadre of stories, sewn by actions of evil men, women, demons. Glued together by tales of undending heroisim and undying faith by the good beings of the world, plots, deeds, fortunes and misgivings of all. The characters in her story seemed so imaginary but at the same time so full of life it was hard to believe that she had the ability to create such an illustrious aura of these characters.. which gave all her listeners the daunting task of believing what she said was real or counting it off as fake. And with that, she started to talk.. her words forming the world in which her story takes place..
