Blog entries by duskboi
Niggling ranting shiper leering random cheering faceless whispers tear and rend the impure flesh your teeth are rotting out your head they don't want you did they ever it was only a matter of time you keep breaking you keep taking you keep whining like your owed you keep trying to get things...
The young man's mother, trying to support her family suffered for her own mistakes. Devil's choices, desperation and anger, and the noxious things taken into her stomach, into her veins. Her Eldest Son, tasked so often with the care of his brother, hemmed in with rules and lectures and ideas...
Once upon a time there was a boy. He was talkative and cheerful. He asked his mother questions that left her scrabbling to answer. He followed his big brother everywhere. They moved around a lot and he would find one girl in each town to love like the sister he wanted, not the big brother who...
Okay, I'll admit it as a bottom, I'm fairly aggressive as a rule. I like to do for and to others, even when what I'm doing is commonly regarded as a passive act. (no I don't often get fucked within an inch of my life, generally, I'm doing my best to fuck myself with your dick.) I really enjoy...
When i was growing up, my mother had a potty mouth. I being the person I was at the time (quiet, shy, bookish and well and truly terrified of my mom in her worse moods) kept my ears peeled for my own safety.
Whenever any man in her life pissed her off, (or anything that wasn't a woman)...
So the Basement Bear is out of our home. Lord Lovely and I celebrated this fact with what started as a makeout session in the kitchen, then led downstairs to the basement for more and a serious attempt to get me to cum while he fucked me senseless. Didn't quite manage the handsfree thing...
So much freaking waffling in my life. So many pleasant and not so pleasant distractions, so little time. Since May Signifigant other's wife has had us guesting her younger brother. She has instigated a "no nookie" ban in the house and a "no luvin" ban on myself in particular as she doesn't...
BLOG Monday 7th December 2009
My Work Schedule this week
M - 4:30p-10:30p
T - 8a-3p
(actually part of next week as far as Walgreens scheduling)
W 8a-4:45p
Th off
F 8a-4:45p
Sa off
Su 9a-3:30p
M 4:30p-10:30p
T 8a-4:30p
Saturday I assisted S in cleaning and rearranging bits of the living...
A couple of days ago I had a strange dream. It involved a high altitude house that I reached via a flying/gliding vehicle vauguely of a dune buggy. In this open framed, high altitude house was a woman dream-knowledge stated was Skytiger and her children. I grabbed a paper and though the words I...
What am I to you?
You share with me your hearth, your home, your bed, your body.
You've been gone for over a week and haven't called once. Not even to tell me that your plane landed and that you are alive.
I don't know if I ever remember you saying you love me or if I've ever said it in...
Was directed to this http://www.scribd.com/doc/16355867/Obamas-Motion-to-Dismiss-Marriage-case via one of the comics I read.
Basicly what it's saying is "You didn't file your suit in the right way with the right courts to even be considderred, so we don't have to answer to you.", "It's too...
Conversations with old friends, resonances in books most recently read mix with imagined dialogues, with bits and flashes and scenes from memory .
Meditations on stories that cross paths with each other. Upon conversations that mayhap should have happenned. Upon the echos left in places and...
Little though I have to show for it. No job, no solid or passionate idea what I'm going to do with my life, and while I have collected more things, I still ---interupted by phone call---
Hey! I may have something of a job in three days, at worst case it's gona be a day or two per week at one...
Butte Mountain Railway, Or; The Games Children Play.
Okay, after fleeing from the Camp of Angels for a brief stay in the state of Washington, my mother, brother and I ended up back in California. Mom promptly hooked up with the people she had known before our rapid attempt to excape the not...
Gods I hate this laptop sometimes. I lost my job due to labor 'm trying to re-seed my applications around the town where I live. Lord Lovely is also suggesting applying for jobs in Springfield, though I mislike that idea because it costs us all money in gas and gives Lady Lovely one more excuse...
Between working strange hours. Reading and gaming voraciously, having my poor, almost a year old acer laptop start going on the fritz (really should have made that backup disk:redface:), I haven't really worked on anything worthwhile. No stories real or imagined. Hardly any poetry. No studying...
So, I've been all sorts of festive leading up to the holidays. Santa cap or elfcap on almpst every day at work, decorating the tree and the house, bought a real holly sappling for the entryway window and a false holly garland which I turned into a holly crown for the the day before and the day...
Yeah, yeah. I know some of you out there tell me "the past is gone, stop fretting over it." But I just can't do that sometimes. I think perhaps it is because the deeper Me knows I haven't figured the right things out.
Steeling a convention from Jason, the song for this blog is
YouTube - Kelly...
Out on a Lark by ~Brightoak on deviantART
http://brightoak.deviantart.com/art/Not-All-Bad-105544394
Not terribly surprising that L'arc is harder for me to get servicable text out of. It's hard to weed the home movie reels of his that I see in my minds eye. Because L'arc wouldn't be one...
just right
YouTube - Alanis Morissette - Underneath - Official Version
*wobbly smile as he wanders off to lay down and read*