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“Renounce”
Thank you, “Frank” for playing this word game with me. *wink*
10:20 PM 4/12/2011
kneeling before this altar of flesh – dressed in the finery of fingers
draped over each section of silken, luxurious skin
my breathing in slow motion – inhaling velvety hairs
a mouth opens to confess – lips dripping communion wine
bitter blood – tainted with sin & seduction
into each soft fold – cascading over the roundness of a breast
the hollow of a navel
this bodily temple of desire
I will not renounce the religion of your body
your soft golden gaze
enchanted by the rhythmic thrumming of your tiny moans
escaping as prayers from the lips of the damned
into the air, small souls rising to Heaven
turned away like ash falling to the Earth
surrendering to the damnation of my lust
10:32 PM 4/12/2011
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Sympathy for the Wicked
It’s funny how much sympathy customers have for me today since I sound like I drank a 50 gallon bucket of Jim Beam and smoked about 100 cartons of smokes. People keep calling me “sweetie” and thanking me profusely for doing my job. I wish every day were like this. And, I sound kind of sexy … if you like chicks who sound like 40 year old meth-heads who’ve hit brick walls full force with their vocal cords.
I promised to fill you all in on the “shenanigans” that took place the weekend before last. I’m feeling a little less hot on the subject but I can tell you that 1) I got “tow-up-from-the-floor-up” 2) I (at first) involuntarily made out with “TD” and someone else I hardly know. *blush* This lead to someone in the restroom (because “TD” followed us to the unisex restroom) yelling “some of us would like to use the restroom!”.
After this incident, I ended up arm wrestling with a GORGEOUS guy with tats and then we “sparred” in the parking lot.
Did I mention I was “tow up”? *sigh* I shouldn’t drink in public, it just leads to me wrestling men in public. This of course is usually entertaining to others but still, it’s a little odd after the fact.
After the Friday night of strange events, I did have a nice outing with “TD”. We went to an art fair in Tempe and each bought some beautiful watch peices. We had a very nice lunch and even shared dishes. I think mostly because I ordered a pizza (small one) which “TD” graciously helped me finish (most of). I ate some of his olives. He ordered the Mediterranean plate – apparently we both really like Greek food.
Otherwise, not much else going on. “C” and I went out this past Friday after I spent a week sick but working. We had a few drinks but nothing exciting happened. I’ll expound on any additional thoughts … later.
God, I had some seriously F*CKED UP dreams this weekend. I dreamt about my family, I dreamt of disembodied head-bearing torso’s doing sick things, I dreamt of my old HS and zombies that eat their own flesh. *sigh* Was it the Nyquil? The Depakote? Am I just insane?
*shrug*
Back to work shortly. *jams to Falco “Where Are You Now?”*
- k