My journey to get on this long strange trip, has been a mystery wrapped in a gift you didn't know you had until you checked under your pillow. A surprise but the best possible surprise. I'm here in Colorado with Jake. I'm loving every second of this impromptu road trip. I'll speak more later on how everything played out. For now here's a few of the hiking pictures I took. We hiked in Monument Colorado national park. We made our own trial since where we started the trail wasn't clearly marked. Jake and I ended up between two huge rock formations In the shadow of a extinct waterfall using it for shade against the 95 degree heat at 3pm. It was amazing. View attachment 22986 View attachment 22987
View attachment 22984 Brightest red vibrant plight, I resist this urge with all my might. Rain patters, blood scatters. Matters once more what than this? Position played like an escape. Dancer's body graceful drape. Wrist placed delicate with a care. Blood must trust. Do not kick beloved. Do not fuss. Delicate cup porcelain kiss. Milky caress pale white snow blessed skin. Twin points precious red rain shower. There is a must in this lust. Fill this need. Red mist kiss. Pains to take. Dance gladly my Doe. Hand in hand. Embrace my dew drop flower. Taste the dream. Taste the pace with which must trust take.
View attachment 22985 Kiss not kept Nightmares take my dreams that scare. Compare this to a forgotten dream? What is this sound that pounds? A fist that screams in this mis-begotten stream, I miss the dream. I've had nightmares far sweeter than this. Tasted life's blood and found it sweeter still. Bitter life calling yourself something better than my blood. The dreams that I love would make others scream & run. So I twist, so I turn. Blunder in the darkness until I burn. Oh sweetest branch... oh sharpest knife, come this way & take my life. Tides turn & blood flows oh gentlest kiss where darkness flows. Take my kiss oh darkest branch. The heart that skips a beat, my fangs trade that & this. Taste oh taste this sweetest nectar. My lips the brush, your skin the canvas. I take the taste, a thief this dark blessed night. Am I a mirror? Are you the blade? When I move slowly. You move slower still. I plant this kiss. I take my fill. You the glass, your blood my love. I am drunk on this, my bliss your bliss. Reddest branch beaten like a drum. Far flung reaches taking everything that comes. Need is this take away unquestionably plain pain. Replace with texture that bleeds a taste that screams. Faint fear that flows. Becomes deeper than dream, becomes deeper still. A moan sounding scream, that echoes walks a path between both gentle and violent brush. A wall, a stone, a firm hand stands. Cool stones constant caress. Cascade like this, funnel down my endless kiss. Forget these eyes. Feel just this. Miss not those memories, kiss. Remember this. Kiss. Remember this. Kiss. Remember this. Kiss. Kiss. Remember. Kiss. Feel. Kiss. Ache. Kiss. Need. Kiss. Feed. Kiss. Bleed. Bleed. Bleed. For me will you please? Fill my need. Bleed oh bleed. Please I task thee with this. My heart that aches like a numb pulse that quakes. Resonates like a fork that is pitched. Tunes to a resin with which I drew. Palest skin tincured taste. Take me to that reddest place. Space that between no longer exists. From here to there. From point to blessed point. Take to make my body flows like blood to stone. Against you I kiss. Direction becomes a matter of misdirection. Falling upward knees tremble down pulling my love to the ground. Take this taste. I twist this kiss with the fullness of grace, may it keep my sinful pace. My breath that frozen crystalline fear, suspends my crimson darkest kiss. Hold just there, pause. I say just this patiently wait, tasting secrets that slip. Oh excited dew drop kiss. Redder this. Close my pools of darkness starry eyed night. Listless bliss drifts with this. Teeth that take tools to make time to break. Flight along a path that glows behind my eyes. My need that knows. Sour is this kiss not bliss? Death take my breath away this night. Fight not flight, sway not say. Kiss not this. Numbness stay. Euphoric rise and fall of your breast that beats. Palest dress that stares, eyes that stalk begin the hunt. Wolves eyes drift & circle. My innocence you have bestowed, returned to me purest snow. Do take care, now you seem to say. Now we are partners in this stream. I wish this chance to partake and dance. Kiss not this. Miss not this bliss. Neck revealed, turned like stone. Blank page to set the stage. Actors undress after this. Reality blends, stage set, time stands still. Fairest branch. Kiss that kills. Stay the absence of your red eyed glare. Give chase this kiss that will always once withdrawn be missed. Arched neck tall like trees dream, begin to dance within the sway. My mouth lips begin to say, uttered dreams begin the fray. Bitten like this. Kissed like this. Missed like this. Sate this sensation. Fill this need, I have begun to bleed. Please do not break, my arms flutter, quake, & shake. Oh stake your need in me. You won't live to regret. Take that which I bleed, I bleed for thee. Stark dark heart hear my plea. Eat my cry, caress my scream. Fly the wind my heart crimson, doves take flight. Fright which make feather flame, crisper starker still taste my name. My lips compress, steal my time slow my deep deep breaths. Stain my excitement upon your breast. Shoulder this burdened kiss. Wait. Pause. Consider this. Pressure lips. Pressure kiss. Slick. Wet. Tongue. Tenderness. Eternal song rose like red, ocean of never ending dark bliss. Ocean of never ending dark kiss.
Im going to miss this place. This beautiful space that set me to a better pace. I thank you for all this and more. From the tips of my toes to my deepest core. Cherished places are these, where you can mix your feelings with the trees. Thank You.
If ever you need proof in this world of certain things. All you need do is open your eyes to see. How much I love you & how much you love me.
Slides in close, pressing herself closer to jake. Feeling his feeling. Tasting his need, she presses the tips of her fangs slowly against the surface of his skin. Feeling. Feeling his anticipation. Knowing his wants. Smelling his desire. Chasing the dream. I press my fangs slowly deeper past the surface of his texture. Past the texture of his skin. Into the place where they belong. The place where they have always belonged. My love. My beloved. My piece. My prince. My place. My home. My heart. My love. Come to me my sweetest red. When you awake I will find you there and taste you. That place. That space. Feel you. Need you. Thirst for you, oh sweetest branch. Oh lovely river that place that streams dream of, that place where all rivers meet. The source of my need for you. That source of your need for me. The two become one in an endless glowing river, bathing us in a soft gentle breeze that flows like a cool kiss over our wet lips. Meet me there and I will see you. Meet me there and I will need you my beloved. That piece. That place. That peace. That space. I drive my daggers deep into that sweetest of skin towards something sweeter still. How can this be? How can I find purchase in a place that is warmer than anything I have ever felt. How can this be true? It feels like your blood which flows past my lips. So lovely I try to endure this sensation and not be overwhelmed by your bliss. Keep me close beloved, hold me dear. Take my pains I give you and place them somewhere safe for when I come. I come for you. I come. I come for you. My love. Do you feel that? That tingling sensation? The brushing of fingertips over your hair? Across your skin? Do you feel me? Do you feel my fangs? As they Press... Press... Press
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Checks to see if I'm dead?... No I'm still red... This red still weeps... My feelings cut so deep... Offer my neck so sweet... Otherwise I'm incomplete... Again I recall what's said... Sadder things I have not bled... I feel this feeling begin again... Like madness to sweep... Don't want this feeling to sleep... How many times have I seen you creep... Up and up and up... Drawing me on the cusp... Taking what you need... It's no matter... How many times I bleed... I feel instead... This red... This need... It's for you and you alone that I bleed... Come now don't flee... I'll be more sorry than you know... If you run... I will have to show... The time on the clock is nigh... Taming this feeling... Something impossible to hide... If I take this step... Will you trust?... *Bites my lip* That what I do I must... How many songs have you sung? Sing again please?... If I have I struck. The chord of your neck will show... My smile has begun to grow... My smile has begun to grow... My smile has begun to weep...
View attachment 22982 This is mila, she along with her four brothers was saved from an abandoned house. They had no momma kitty when they were found. They were all skin and bones. They've all been found homes. This cute one went to my nephews fiancé, her sister is the one who found and saved the kitties. SO CUTE! View attachment 22981 View attachment 22980
I went out with a friend today. One mission in mind cruising down the most scenic spots we could find. We got a little side tracked and hit a locale Mexican restaurant first, I was feeling adventurous and asked the waitress if they had any extra hot hot sauce. She brought out what she had, it wasn't much hotter than the medium even though it did have some heat to it. I asked her again, this time making a special request did they have any hot peppers they could throw on a plate for mr next to my burrito two tacos some rice and beans. She smiled at me like it was an unusual request that she might not be able to fulfill. My friend and I hear her and the cook speaking Spanish over the partition. Afew minutes later she came back with two grilled jalapeño. Nice flavor still not very hot. To be continued.
2 weeks ago or so, i got some ernie ball guitar strings to replace the string i had busted. I tried to tune my electric to Soundgarden - The Day I Tried to Live. String pinged saying nope cant do it. Couple days later got the ernie ball strings, unstrung and restring my guitar with all new strings. I tuned em to standard tuning. Played on em for a couple days, they felt much tighter on the neck of my guitar than my old strings. I went to play some metal sounds on i started a heavy slide back and forth and back and forth. It made a great sound but had the unfortunate side effect of sawing like a chainsaw through the top left side of my middle finger's callous on my left hand. Instantly i felt the string cut through the skin of my callous, cursing to myself i looked at the damage. A slim gouge the length and shape across my middle finger bit deeply into my skin, i saw red. It hurt like a sonvagun. Two weeks later it's still healing, only acouple days ago i was playing guitar despite the injury, i opted to skip using my middle finger in places because i knew if i pressed down on the string to play that not at that angle with my middle finger it would hit directly where the cut was. So i skipped a few notes here and there. It's starting to heal up but here's the kicker, my ring finger on my left hand is starting to gain the same damage that my middle finger got. These strings are destroyers of worlds!
This is my first blog post *cheers* thanks Iain, thanks everyone who replied to this thread. I was simply telling a strory of a extremely strange episode in my life. As everyone began posting replies I've flipped and flopped over in my ideas of what I was going to do with this as a backstory. Some of this story absolutely has to be there(maybe). It's context for Trixie and Thelma. Lazyboys demented reasonings, his story about his life and cat briefly mentioned, just so everyone knows enough of him to get a picture that this guy ain't right. Here we are my first blog post. In my writings just so everyone knows. "There is no spoon." There is also no such thing as good grammar and punctuation. I'll try to keep my blog posts from becoming walls of words. Right now at the beginning this is the best I can do. A vampire steps out from behind a tree and leans against it looking at you. Her eyes glow brightly as she peers at you through the chilled air this night. She wears a Blood Red Tophat. The hat is adorned with a long feather the same shade as the hat, playing cards are stuck into a crimson sash that wraps around its base. The cards are all kings and queens, except for a joker pinned between them on the front. The joker card looks eerily like the vampire who stands before you. Smiling the same smile with those bluer than blue eyes. She shows you her fangs in a broad welcoming grin. "Hello." She places her hand on her chest, touching the pitch black dress trimmed in white lace that resembles flowers. "My name is Honey Hatter, it's nice to meet you stranger." The dress is so dark it almost seems to absorb the light. The white lace goes down the sides of her dress, around and around the edges of this strangely beautiful plumage. Tiny pearls adorn the flowery lace every so often seeming to have no rhyme or reason in there place. A large sheer black lace cloth shadows the pleats of the dress from behind. Black thigh high stockings with white flowery pearled lace show primly. The front pleats of the dress fashioned of the darkest shadows is very short not quite covering all of her thigh. Her shoes that seemed to once be purest snow white ballerina shoes, were now stained in blood. The blood didn't cover all of the white ribbons of one ballerina shoe, ribbons wound up her legs tied in red and white bow ties just below the knee. Angelique could've been the bride in some dark myserios wedding. Angelique smiles prettily when you say you name. "Welcome friend." Grinning broadly. "I think you'll find what you seek here." She gestures sweeping her right hand pointing towards the large hole in the tree. It might as well have been a door. Looking closer.... it was. A red door with a white pearled handle stood flush inside the tree. She disappeared back behind the tree. Whispers on the wind. "Good luck." ---------- This story is true it happened to me, I witnessed these events as they played out before my eyes. Parts of this are going into my vampire book. Beware all ye who enter here past the point of no return. Welcome to Fright Night. Also if anyone has some more disturbing idea additions to this already disturbing tale I welcome them. I already have a idea planned out that's going to make this shocking event even more shocking. It's possible. Try not to drink anything you might have your beverage of choice shooting out your nose. You've been warned. Listen to this song while you read this story, its the theme song for events that play out. I went to a comic book convention. At that time nearly everything I wore was denim. A Hard Rock Cafe New Orleans denim jacket adorned my shoulders. Jeans, black comic t-shirt, and hiking boots. Two girls stood behind me checking me out, I turned my head slightly noticing them notice me. My girlfriend Glenys from my teenage years, rounds a long table filled with comics. She sees me her eyes lighting up. She screams my name making a mad dash for me. Glenys was very short, 5ft tall. I stand 5'8". She's always been a little sprite of a girl. Which is ironic because she worked at the renaissance festival as an elf, glued on pointy ears and everything. Running full tilt she hurled herself into my arms. I didn't expect to see her there. Surprise covered my face I'm sure. She smiled her broad pixie like grin at me. I couldn't help but smile back and be infected by her infectious overly joyful spirit. She said how good I looked, I told her she looked amazing. I asked her how she was doing, what she was doing at the convention. (Hindsight. She was probably there to buy Elfquest comics. Another irony?) Checking out comics and merch like me. The two girls behind me moved off after witnessing the personification of pure joy leap at me. Glenys and I talked for a while. She offered for me to come over to her place and hang out with her friends. I said I'd love to, she exchanged information with me. I went to her place a few nights later. It was an apartment on the first floor. Knocking I was invited in (thank goodness, because if I wasn't invited in I would've been standing outside all night.) I enetered the apartment. A spacious living room lengthwise connected to the kitchen. Seven people were spread out evenly across the room. Glenys sat on a stool next to the counter, she waved excitedly at me. I walked over to her after saying hello to everyone. Talking with her for a bit, I don't remember what the other people said. Except for the next events to follow. I had migrated back towards the middle of the room. The apartments cat, a long haired brown, gold, and white sauntered into the living room. She acted like she was Queen of the castle, she was. The cat strolled over to me nuzzling my leg. I bent down to pet her, I love cats. The man of the apartment sitting in his La-Z-Boy chair called the cat over to him. I'll just call him Lazyboy since I can't remember his name. Warning danger Will Robinson, click spoiler for the disturbing true adventures of honey hatter. Bestiality in spoiler you've been warned. Spoiler Lazyboy picks up his cat and commented that she was in heat. I made an "ahhh" sound. That made sense. Still looking at me he took a cue tip out and started masterbating the cat right in front of me and the rest of the people in the room. I felt a cold shock of horror wash over me. WTF is going on!!!!!!! The cat started going crazy under his loving touch. I felt like I had just entered the Twilight Zone Movie. Where was Albert Brooks and Dan Akroyd when I needed them! I'm sure they're close by. Lazyboy looked at me as if this was the most natural thing in the world. He looked at me as if this kind of thing happened all the time. (Which it probably did.) I looked around the room, looking more closely at everyone in the apartment to gauge there reactions. I might as well have been standing in the middle of a vampire orgy where Lazyboy feasted on virgins... I was surrounded by the worst of the worst vampires. The kind that sit and smile blithely as they watch their Lord Masterbater show his tender mercies to his favorite cat... Dear God Get Me Out Of Here!!! Was all the screaming voice inside my head was saying over and over and over and over! I studied everyone's face slowly, they looked like this happened all the time. I... looked... at... Glenys... The personification of pure unadulterated joy... I can't remember the look on her face, except that she was sitting there unfazed. I felt like I had been punched in the gut and had my lungs ripped out of my chest at the same time. Vertigo hit me hard like I had walked out into traffic and a semi had launched me skyward. I looked back at Lazyboy sitting in his La-Z-Boy, trying my best to keep any reaction off my face. I tried to adopt the look of the other vampires in the room. If this was a casting call I would have not received any call backs. Still masterbating the kitty cat... DEAR GOD! How long have I been here??? Has Lazyboy been masterbating that cat for hours in front of me and everyone else? The cat continued loving every second of his.... "It was so nice seeing you again Glenys. I've got to go. Bye." I fled quickly the way I came got into my car and never looked back. That was a trip down memory lane. Anyone have an idea to make this story more disturbing after I left? —---------- All these years I never thought of it as anything than a extremely messed up situation I walked into. Much like Arya Stark's kill list seven people got added to my stories kill list. One will survive, six will not. Quanta you helped me reconsider the importance of the event. I don't need to add the disturbing events of that night to the story, just the cast of characters. The story isn't going to describe any of those events. I'll put them in a different place. Then one by one they'll expire until one escapes and only Lazyboy remains. You all will know the story behind the story though. —---------- This happened to me(unfortunately). I'm not going to use this story I think, I'll create a whole new one for them. I've got a prologue in the process 3,400 words in. Introduction of my two main characters to each other. The unnamed vampire(still having trouble coming up with a name for her,) and Angelique the Russian ballerina, I decided she is not present day. The two see each other for the first time circa 1943 at a forest pond in Russia. What happens to the six of the seven characters? I asked this of myself earlier. Six of the seven die bloody deaths including Glenys. Sorry Glenys you invited me to a disturbing situation, your character has to die even though your made of pure joy. I think of this group of friends as a larger disturbed Scooby Gang. Trixie the lesbian cheerleader who is a genius but unrecognized smarts by the friends. All except for her girlfriend Thelma(name change later) who knows just how...