I've known about SG for about 1 year now, but I only just signed up. I love the girls on here - everyone is so FUCKING HOT!!! I adore the freakiness, the frankness, the fetishes, and the fucking kinky fantasies of all of the self-confident and self-indulgent temptresses of SG. I would love to be an SG myself = everyone exudes such fucking confidence and a "get busy living or get busy dying" sort of attitude. All you girls FUCKING RAWK!!! (By the way, I love to use way too many exclamation marks).
I'm so high out of my damn head right now, I feel like the room is spinning. I think I'll go tackle something creative. I've been working on a painting for my friend's birthday, and it's been turning out soo damn rad! It's packed with aliens and jellyfish and skulls and eyeballs and atoms and a beautiful, mesmerizing woman whose eyes fixate on yours relentlessly. I love it! I'll see if I can post a photo of it online when I'm done.
Anyways, off to finish watching I, Robot. It's so fucking fun to watch it stoned off my ass with my roommate. I shall leave you with a couple of quotes I think embody my krazy perspective on life for today:
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
- Ghandi
"To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!"
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Here's another poem I wrote recently:
out of the depths and into the sun 3-11-05
i’d forgotten what it was like
to really see the sun, to look outside
and not feel like crawling back into bed,
burying myself in the safety of sheets
and in the repose of dreams that never
seemed to come true,
but were more like stale yawns
that stifled my smiles
as well as my hope
that things would get better
for a while i searched for answers
in all the wrong places, thinking that a pill or two
might rocket me to a world beyond the melancholy,
beyond the depths of the void
that had become my home
and felt so familiar,
like a quiet desperation
that didn’t know the meaning of self-respect
or even how to say no
i thought that life was supposed to be easy
and that love could be found
in a drug-induced haze,
in the arms of men as emotionally frozen
as any glacier,
only caring that my lips satisfied
their hard-ons and sucked
that selfish glint from their eyes
all the short-cuts i knew
only led me to danger,
and now i’m still struggling
to dig myself out of a hell
of my own making –
but each day it gets easier,
and the sun keeps shining like a beacon
in my night,
the stars like searchlights
in the depths of my void,
guiding me slowly back to safety
and to a home
that remembers my smiles
I'm so high out of my damn head right now, I feel like the room is spinning. I think I'll go tackle something creative. I've been working on a painting for my friend's birthday, and it's been turning out soo damn rad! It's packed with aliens and jellyfish and skulls and eyeballs and atoms and a beautiful, mesmerizing woman whose eyes fixate on yours relentlessly. I love it! I'll see if I can post a photo of it online when I'm done.
Anyways, off to finish watching I, Robot. It's so fucking fun to watch it stoned off my ass with my roommate. I shall leave you with a couple of quotes I think embody my krazy perspective on life for today:
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
- Ghandi
"To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!"
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Here's another poem I wrote recently:
out of the depths and into the sun 3-11-05
i’d forgotten what it was like
to really see the sun, to look outside
and not feel like crawling back into bed,
burying myself in the safety of sheets
and in the repose of dreams that never
seemed to come true,
but were more like stale yawns
that stifled my smiles
as well as my hope
that things would get better
for a while i searched for answers
in all the wrong places, thinking that a pill or two
might rocket me to a world beyond the melancholy,
beyond the depths of the void
that had become my home
and felt so familiar,
like a quiet desperation
that didn’t know the meaning of self-respect
or even how to say no
i thought that life was supposed to be easy
and that love could be found
in a drug-induced haze,
in the arms of men as emotionally frozen
as any glacier,
only caring that my lips satisfied
their hard-ons and sucked
that selfish glint from their eyes
all the short-cuts i knew
only led me to danger,
and now i’m still struggling
to dig myself out of a hell
of my own making –
but each day it gets easier,
and the sun keeps shining like a beacon
in my night,
the stars like searchlights
in the depths of my void,
guiding me slowly back to safety
and to a home
that remembers my smiles