Yesterday I was hanging out on the roof of my house, and if you have never done this before, do it, because it will blow your mind, or at least it blew mine. You see there was a lightening storm going in the distance. I've seen plenty of thunderstorms and lightening storms in my life, but for some reason this one struck me dead in the heart. I guess it might be due to the fact that I have never really taken the time to just sit back for an hour or so and watch it. I'm always just looking at a storm for a few minutes, enjoying it, and then going about my business. Not this time though. Something was different this time and yet it made it so perfect.
The storm must have been a couple miles away from me, but it didn't really matter. It was the overall environment of the whole thing that was truly captivating. There were mountains in front of the clouds and every time lightening rained down it looked as if there were bombs going off in the distance. I sort of used my imagination a bit and put myself in a WWII scenario in London where I was actually watching Nazis bomb the town in the distance. Regardless it was a prolific experience. The point I am trying to make with all of this? People need to start slowing down and taking life millisecond by millisecond.
You have 24 hours in a day, but how many of those hours do you actually appreciate? Take this a step further and ask yourself the same thing with minutes. How about seconds? How about milliseconds? Etc. Etc. I don't know about you, anonymous reader, but I am always rushing around and planning things. Very rarely do I actually just sit down and do nothing for awhile. I never just sit and listen to the wind, or lay in the dirt and watch the clouds go by, which I did while I was on my roof. People get so wrapped up in their life that it can become hard to breath. My advice is to take a step back every now and again, breath, and just look around you at all the stuff you take for granted.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Have Fun With It
It holds itself against my skin. I force it further against my warmth. For some reason it feels the need to cry out, so I let it. I sort of enjoy the sound of it. It's like vocal gasoline for the mind; fuel for the fuel injected.
I cradle the beast within my arms and begin to stroke its neck, like a mother with her child. I begin to whisper to it to calm the poor thing. "Hush, my love. You are scaring yourself." The body begins to quiet down. It feels the care contained in my voice. The altered sense of well being that everything is fine. "What I am about to do is purely for financial pleasure. A vacation from the norm, using you as my conduit."
The pink abomination continues to squirm in my hold. In response I reveal my utilities of operation. My meticulously cleaned knives. Not a single one with a scratch or dent. It would make my brother proud. He always claims I'm so messy, but really I'm just a guy. A mess can be a good thing. A mess can be a great thing. A mess can be a moment. A moment where you let yourself go.
I pick the smallest of the knives. I catch my reflection off the blade. My hair is still gelled from the previous night of female fondling. Breasts large enough to cause a riot. Women floating around in a room of male erections. All of them calling out for their primal fuck. Grab her by the hair. Pull. Let her know you are there. Let her feel your presence. Because that's what it is all about these days. Presence. And now I am going to let this young thing feel mine.
I place the knife against its skin. Anxiety begins to swell. A sea of fears and hopes that are now channeled through a piece of metal. "My children never cleaned their rooms when I told them to. I don't know why, but I feel it's very mature of them to stand up to me. The problem is that there is no one standing up for you now."
The epidermis is parted, creating my own unique red sea. I stop for a moment to watch the ruby liquid greet the air. I breath deeply, close my eyes, and begin to feel further. I meet the dermis and let it shake hands with pain. The subcutis suddenly finds itself sitting next to agony. Blood launches itself towards my face. A vein. The crowded tunnels of life. It cuts and spews outward. Ejaculated out. A facial of the best kind.
I cradle the beast within my arms and begin to stroke its neck, like a mother with her child. I begin to whisper to it to calm the poor thing. "Hush, my love. You are scaring yourself." The body begins to quiet down. It feels the care contained in my voice. The altered sense of well being that everything is fine. "What I am about to do is purely for financial pleasure. A vacation from the norm, using you as my conduit."
The pink abomination continues to squirm in my hold. In response I reveal my utilities of operation. My meticulously cleaned knives. Not a single one with a scratch or dent. It would make my brother proud. He always claims I'm so messy, but really I'm just a guy. A mess can be a good thing. A mess can be a great thing. A mess can be a moment. A moment where you let yourself go.
I pick the smallest of the knives. I catch my reflection off the blade. My hair is still gelled from the previous night of female fondling. Breasts large enough to cause a riot. Women floating around in a room of male erections. All of them calling out for their primal fuck. Grab her by the hair. Pull. Let her know you are there. Let her feel your presence. Because that's what it is all about these days. Presence. And now I am going to let this young thing feel mine.
I place the knife against its skin. Anxiety begins to swell. A sea of fears and hopes that are now channeled through a piece of metal. "My children never cleaned their rooms when I told them to. I don't know why, but I feel it's very mature of them to stand up to me. The problem is that there is no one standing up for you now."
The epidermis is parted, creating my own unique red sea. I stop for a moment to watch the ruby liquid greet the air. I breath deeply, close my eyes, and begin to feel further. I meet the dermis and let it shake hands with pain. The subcutis suddenly finds itself sitting next to agony. Blood launches itself towards my face. A vein. The crowded tunnels of life. It cuts and spews outward. Ejaculated out. A facial of the best kind.
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