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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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She did not believe in hell except for the one she made for herself by not remembering. So, Remember she would. Only Seventeen, when she first walked onto quicksand. Warm and unstable. With a false sense of control over circumstance. Cute and smart to a point she was better off hiding both and a... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A little off Track

I got a little off track yesterday. I am hoping that an immediate new post will be helpful in removing the taste of the last post from all our mouths. Will your hands on my hips steady me or send me to hell? The need for your mouth does it threaten my sanity? All that i know is that at 6:30 in the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Open Forum Survey.:) Do relationships need to be squished into tight little rule filled boxes to survive? Love changes. People change. I can still love everyone that I have ever had a relationship with (not talking necessarily sexual here folks, but even then) The relationship can change without me... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Let it slide creep in and out from my fantasy to yours. Entice me. Bring me to your side. let me color your black and white with my red. Intrigue me. Let me know your wildness. let me sooth your soul. Break free into my languid and heat me with an urge to arch, to touch. A rent of cloth as you... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 5, 2009


she drove steady down the rivered road. water on the right her hand lightly caressing the gear shift. Fingertips lightly brushing back and forth to the song on the radio. Unnoticed and uncontrived a rhythm of their own. Hair carressing the wind and the back of her neck lost in silence and need.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 4, 2009


OK. neighbor and entourage gone. Lovely time had by all, and I didn't drink any wine. Smallest child almost sleeping. Husband ironing. (yes ladies I have convinced him ironing is good for the soul) (i might have had a little vodka and diet) The really cool part about this blog is that no one really... Sign in to see full entry.

Explaining myself

There are way too many parts of me, and some may think that they don't all go together, but apparently they do. Perhaps not well or neatly,but someone thought it would be fun to combine and stir. So I hope that no one that reads my ideas on spirit or family or music randomly falls here and has a... Sign in to see full entry.

The mind as sex organ.

Honestly, laughing. while trying to figure out what the hell sexy is at 46. Wit, perhaps knowing how to spell? Why does a guy have to speak intelligently to make my nipples hard? Maybe I am too visceral. insanity is way hot. mine not someone else's. Why the hell does else's always come up with a red... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


What prompted her to do the things she did? To take the risks, to play it safe? To manipulate reality to fit? The outdoors were refuge;sometimes just the driving. Quiet, she needed quiet. The constant Movie noise, the repeating everything, when the inaudible happened. When had he gone deaf? When had... Sign in to see full entry.

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