Confessions

I really need to think before I type. Like REALLY think because there’s a lot of fucked up stuff in my head that I come to regret letting out afterwards. How about that for a confession?

 

I think the lack of a face in an Avatar conceals your transgressions effectively.

 

Now that's a confession. Mild, but a confession.

I didn't know horses got "STDs" though.

 

Ahem. That song covered by Jeff Buckley.

Leonard Cohen: Making other musicians sound profound since 1967.

 

I'll have to say, I am losing a little bit of myself (that fun and weird bit
that helped me stand out).

Also it has been over a year since I have had carnal relations with anyone.
Oh well ain't going to worry about getting some exciting designer STD.

 

"Trying, ever trying, to keep the world, gone from us, from dying. Let, then, the people of field and stable and earth, striving, be glorified in their giving..." - The Tyrant, unfinished blessing.

"Thou art poet, thy voice, thy face, is poem." - a thousand years

 

Not even with Jill!?



I just needed an excuse to post that. Shame on me.

 

I assert that, in fact, it was the presence of "full-on awkward" which made it so amusing.

 

Lefty? Hmmm

 

Lately that hasn't been a thing either, just lack the will to give shit.

 

Hear ya on that, man. That actually leads to a confession: Adult films stopped doing anything for me when I hit twenty-six. When I see it now its like comedy for some reason.

 

Bullshit.

 

Yeah watching people shag isn't my thing. Into more alternative things.

 

I’m being really weird today and I’m not sure why. I think I’m going to step away for a while before I screw up worse than I have so... bye!

 

A friend of mine's grandfather joined the Army back when horse cavalry was still a thing. As he told me, he imagined himself riding across the plains, fighting the last of the Indian Wars, all that good stuff but they put him in the Veterinary Corps instead. The ratio of horses to new recruits being what it was his entire job, day in and day out, consisted of "skinning back the horses' peckers and washing the damn things," so he deserted the Army and ran off to join the Navy, just in time to serve in the Pacific war against Japan.

 

*gets choked up imagining Helen Mirren as Morgana in Excalibur* SG yep that gave me chills. I was teleported back to the 80s when blockbuster and VHS tapes were king. Rutger Haurer was charming hearts and cutting out hearts in the Hitcher. Near Dark vampires bloody vampires need I say more? [spoilers]the bar scene[/spoilers]

Thanks SG that may have done it.

 

M'lady I have something for you.... @}----

 

You make it sound like having tattoos is a bad thing my friend. I don't have any yet. Soon I hope.

 

The days of our kind are number-ed. As live as I long, I will nevah forget that deep syllabic drop Nigel Thierry does with his voice. Didn't hear it much in Spawn.
Don't forjette about Lost Boys, et al

That would be the blood rose, a Scarlet Carlson, perhaps?

 

A Dozen Black Roses, Nancy Collins.

 

I confess that I have no tolerance for spicy food. I just had some spicy chicken noodles and I'm in agony, lol!

 

You are dead to me.... LOL. Just kidding. But I do love spicy food, (though I guess that also depends on someone's definition of spicy, as I like Medium Spicy)

 

Lol, that is what's so odd about me; I positively love the flavor of spicy food, I just can't handle the heat. Mild is really all I can have without being reduced to sweat, tears and drool.

 

I suppose this is dependent upon venue of acquisition. But I'll plead the fifth on the question to verify.

 

The first step to recovery...is admitting you have a problem. I think I might be out of touch to follow with: "Keep coming back, it works."