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Thursday, August 13, 2009

it is the fact that they make it seem so effortless that makes it so attractive.
The lotus digs deep in the soft mess of
decomposing matter at the bottom of the pond,
spreading tendrils through,
around and down between the aging debris,
and upwards the slender stalk arises
lilting till lifting into the still surface
of what seems a tranquil pond, such
lovely many petaled complexity.
Such disobedience in its beauty
refusing to mirror the muck from whence it came
you will never see how sordid the soft
toes through thick sand,
roots of neuronal emphasis would stand.
She's the soft long haired beauty,
you might never know what secret
sorrows that this lovely lotus
has blossomed upwards through lightless,
seemingly endless
despairing
brackish
sweet starlight pony rides.


Thursday, July 23, 2009

things to be done by the end of august

Alright, my life really needs an overhaul. If im ever going to be a viable human being then I need to make some serious changes.
1) Get off the extraneous meds, this means meds that are not for my direct betterment of health and nescessary. So This means by the end of august I should be off neurontin and ambien. At the end of september I should be down to half a zoloft and by the end of november I should be down to a quarter and the end of november be off the meds entirely.
2) Go To School. Every day no matter how sick I am. Learn a good work ethic and get my bills paid off.
3) Clean my room. Clean my car. Just be at least reasonably clean at all point in time.
4) begin taking yoga as a means of relieving my pain and try other alternative methods of pain relief.


Wednesday, July 08, 2009

the confederacy will rise again

This isn't about the confederacy. I'm not really even a confederate, I just enjoy using that word and support states rights and think california could seceede if it wanted to.
What this is about is the fact that I'm not some cookie cutter little woman who will conform to all stereotypes of humanity and femininity.
Good God but I hate these smarmy plain little bitches who go around blathering on and on about how shallow I am becuase I'm beautiful, or what a slut I am becuase I enjoy sex and find nothing wrong with having it in a consensual manner. I quite frankly don't really care what people think of me in general, however it deoes hurt me when people I considered my friends turn against me because of my intrinsic and different nature. If I were a man no one would consider my behaviour odd but since I'm a woman I'm supposed to want these 'things' that I don't even honestly understand. Cuddling, for instance, instead of sex. Please, can you just fuck me? If i'm to not lie I do enjoy cuddling at some points but the ratio of cuddling to sex should be sex alot and cuddling sometimes. Monogamy is another one that I'm not entirely fond of. One person? I'm not sure one person could satisfy all of anyones needs at any one point in time. But people continually judge me and cause me problems and drive me mad because of all this monogamy and cuddling and expecting me to read minds and understand things and I DONT UNDERSTAND IT.
I am a sexual being. I find nothing wrong with finding sex IMPORTANT. I find nothing wrong with finding physical attraction important. I find nothing wrong with being thin, or with being fat, or with being BLONDE or with being anything really but I want to look the way I look and I wouldn't look this way if I didnt LIKE it. I wouldnt DO what I DO if I didnt LIKE it. You all seem to have problems with me right now because of something that I can't even control not that I would control it if given the choice.
I LIKE SEX. I dont CARE if no one else seems to, I dont CARE if you think I'm a shallow hedonistic bitch becuase IM FINE with being shallow if it means that I can have sex and not be ashamed of it. If I can be me and do what I feel is right by my standards then I dont care that you think I should be some milquetoast unmadeup sexless DOLL. I'm not GOING to stop having sex and as andrea so lovingly put it, being SEXATORY. If I see something I want i'm going to take it, especially if it was supposed to be freely given. dont throw something out and then get ANGRY when the raccoons come to dig it up out of your TRASH that you THREW AWAY.
SEXSEXSEXSEXSEXSEXSEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've said it. im a shallow hedonistic sexatory bitch in heat animal.
yiiip, mother fucker. Yip.


Thursday, July 02, 2009

I petition the mouth as the portal to the soul, over eyes any day.
Yes you can gaze longingly into someones eyes and windows blah blah blah.
I state here that the mouth holds so much more than an eye.
Inside a mouth is an obscene creature we so fondly call the tongue. It is an oozing wet muscle that senses delicately and is covered in a viscous slime we fondly refer to as saliva. It is an almost external appendage with the ability to extend beyond the confines of its native habitat. Mimicking the pulsating and tender internal organs of the body and yet entirely visible at moments of its hosts choosing. Hertofore are the teeth, also reminiscient of secretive organs. They are sharpened bone thrust upwards violently through gum tissue in a mockery of broken bones through skin. It only hurts twice in our lives as they burrow up through the lining of our mouths, and then they are slowly ground down through the constant pressure of chewing. Onwards the mouth leads into the portal of the throat down into the insides of our glistening innards. This is the outward manifesto of our internal bodies. It is the only public orifice leading into our bodies that we have, the others covered up modestly and considered innappropriate to expose in polite society. The scent of the mouth is considered to play a significant role in social interaction among humans, more so than perhaps any other animal. The health, dietary habits, social status and sexual hormones can all be detected in the scent coming from this highly esteemed orifice. It is taken care of in an increasingly complex manner, with various implements and ungents being used to stave off decay and unpleasant odour.
The mouth plays an incredibly important role not only through these, but in a few other ways as well. It is a way of communication, being the gatekeeper of all speech. "In the Beginning there was the Word and the Word was God" is a prime example of how important speech is to humans. "silver tongued scoundrel" or "filthy mouth" or "lying through their teeth.". These are all examples of attributing the mouth to communication and its import. Almost all societies of humans have some version of spoken speech, despite sign language being a perfectly reasonable alternative even for hearing humans. Why is this? I say, so it is spoken so shall it be.
Not to mention that the incredible visual effects it has, communication being the least of which. It is perhaps the least refined off all the features of the face, with our polite lashed eyes and our almost vestigial noses. It is the most animal and base of our visual facial palette, being likened to a sexual organ by many. It ingests food and in the society in which I live in, you chew with your mouth closed so you dont look like a 'savage' which would be someone more animalistic than the ideals of your cultural background. You cover your mouth when you yawn or zhagareet (the trilling noise bellydancers make) or when you burp. Showing the inside of your mouth or sticking out your tongue is considered crass and rude when done excessively or out of context.
It is an important aspect of human sexuality also, of more than sexuality, of intimacy.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Kissing is something that humans take to an art, something that most people consider normal and healthy. I beg to differ in that it can't be healthy with all that bacteria in the mouth being squidged around with oozing goo and such, however I myself cannot but admit to indulgently engaging in such activities with choice partners. It is like sex, but less dangerous. It is like sex, but can be done in public situations. It is like eating, but it can't make you fat. It releases hormones that stimulate affection for people. It is an intimate activity that requires some level of skill.
Kissing can be contrived to represent love in some way. "sealed with a kiss." as though the exchange of bodily fluids represents some form of bonding or contractual agreement. It is considered, in western society, as almost an obligation to perform before engaging in other sexual contact. Hence my main point in that the mouth is the seat of the soul and not the eyes.
I forget to mention hate, did i? That so fond of a subject of mine, I would but hardly consider leaving it out.
I spit in your face. I spit on your grave. Go suck it. I think those are fairly self explanitory.
why, all this speak of mouths is indeed engaging my vitriol and stirring what I fondly call my soul.
there you are, darling. Right in the eyeball.


I petition the mouth as the portal to the soul, over eyes any day.
Yes you can gaze longingly into someones eyes and windows blah blah blah.
I state here that the mouth holds so much more than an eye.
Inside a mouth is an obscene creature we so fondly call the tongue. It is an oozing wet muscle that senses delicately and is covered in a viscous slime we fondly refer to as saliva. It is an almost external appendage with the ability to extend beyond the confines of its native habitat. Mimicking the pulsating and tender internal organs of the body and yet entirely visible at moments of its hosts choosing. Hertofore are the teeth, also reminiscient of secretive organs. They are sharpened bone thrust upwards violently through gum tissue in a mockery of broken bones through skin. It only hurts twice in our lives as they burrow up through the lining of our mouths, and then they are slowly ground down through the constant pressure of chewing. Onwards the mouth leads into the portal of the throat down into the insides of our glistening innards. This is the outward manifesto of our internal bodies. It is the only public orifice leading into our bodies that we have, the others covered up modestly and considered innappropriate to expose in polite society. The scent of the mouth is considered to play a significant role in social interaction among humans, more so than perhaps any other animal. The health, dietary habits, social status and sexual hormones can all be detected in the scent coming from this highly esteemed orifice. It is taken care of in an increasingly complex manner, with various implements and ungents being used to stave off decay and unpleasant odour.
The mouth plays an incredibly important role not only through these, but in a few other ways as well. It is a way of communication, being the gatekeeper of all speech. "In the Beginning there was the Word and the Word was God" is a prime example of how important speech is to humans. "silver tongued scoundrel" or "filthy mouth" or "lying through their teeth.". These are all examples of attributing the mouth to communication and its import. Almost all societies of humans have some version of spoken speech, despite sign language being a perfectly reasonable alternative even for hearing humans. Why is this? I say, so it is spoken so shall it be.
Not to mention that the incredible visual effects it has, communication being the least of which. It is perhaps the least refined off all the features of the face, with our polite lashed eyes and our almost vestigial noses. It is the most animal and base of our visual facial palette, being likened to a sexual organ by many. It ingests food and in the society in which I live in, you chew with your mouth closed so you dont look like a 'savage' which would be someone more animalistic than the ideals of your cultural background. You cover your mouth when you yawn or zhagareet (the trilling noise bellydancers make) or when you burp. Showing the inside of your mouth or sticking out your tongue is considered crass and rude when done excessively or out of context.
It is an important aspect of human sexuality also, of more than sexuality, of intimacy.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Kissing is something that humans take to an art, something that most people consider normal and healthy. I beg to differ in that it can't be healthy with all that bacteria in the mouth being squidged around with oozing goo and such, however I myself cannot but admit to indulgently engaging in such activities with choice partners. It is like sex, but less dangerous. It is like sex, but can be done in public situations. It is like eating, but it can't make you fat. It releases hormones that stimulate affection for people. It is an intimate activity that requires some level of skill.
Kissing can be contrived to represent love in some way. "sealed with a kiss." as though the exchange of bodily fluids represents some form of bonding or contractual agreement. It is considered, in western society, as almost an obligation to perform before engaging in other sexual contact. Hence my main point in that the mouth is the seat of the soul and not the eyes.
I forget to mention hate, did i? That so fond of a subject of mine, I would but hardly consider leaving it out.
I spit in your face. I spit on your grave. Go suck it. I think those are fairly self explanitory.
why, all this speak of mouths is indeed engaging my vitriol and stirring what I fondly call my soul.
there you are, darling. Right in the eyeball.



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