mephausto

Agenda Items - Special Return of the Dragon Kicking Chuck Norris' Ass Edition
1.) Agenda Items
2.) Conglomerate
C.) Fond Farewell
4.) Other/Check In

BigDirtyS is something akin to humanity achieved. Nala is always more dangerous in person. I apologize to John for his wounded breasticle, that was mean. I'm not apologizing to Josh, because I know you still had fun and could have knocked my head off at any moment. Mia is rocktacular. Hel is seriously impressive in person. Stewd and his ass are always fun. KittensMittens is nothing less than total fun. Katie, even in brief appearances, is taxing on my cardiovascular system. MistressXXV makes prostates happy. Mephausto... well, who really cares?

I will be departing for lovely Santa Cruz (where the air smells like warm rootbeer and the towels are oh so fluffy), bright and early thursday morning, to visit my older brother and hang out with him until monday night. It sounds like we'll have a blast and I'll finally get to see big sur. plus, there's in-and-out burger. and more west coast sushi. and surfing. I'm going to be one content boy for a few days there, you better believe. and I'm not going to touch a computer. this obviously means I won't be updating or really reading anything until monday, so I will bid you all a fond adieu until then, with many hugs and good, sunny california vibes in your direction. then, of course, I will see plenty of you at Stewd's for a good time like you won't believe.

I'd write something here about the current state of affairs, trip aside, and how well things are going, but I can't really say things are going well... even though "it was a good day" just hopped onto the headphones. but I'm not in love, I'm not in lust, I'm not even deep within my daydreams these days, just more living and dying all in one. but in an effort to get from page one to page two, I'm typing and keeping things moving as always, supposedly in motion, just one breath away from the next and one step behind the last. so here goes, one more time underneath the stars and over the sun, so very far and wide to run and hide from the shadow that begs release, this demanded connection coming from deep inside of me, from deep inside of you, from deep inside this hole we all know and this whole we all deny, this monkey on my back just one last rider in the journey, deprived of rest and love by the cruel crop he weilds even though a purpose i still do not find, even though a task I do not have, just one more lap to freedom, you say, just one more lap to run, a quarter mile to continue this distance between you and where you began, sometimes ending in a question of usefulness of motion and the taxation of muscular use because no act of love is free and the words she spoke as her hand squeezed mine come to bear as the headlights stare me down, "don't budge an inch and you'll be okay, just let me deep inside and I'll fuck your life away."

there was no going back from the day I claimed I could see
for now I only bear witness to the illusory experience called
you
and
me