Eat Your Heart Out

Ok so I sent a message in a vacuum to see if my X wanted to celebrate Passover/Easter weekend together,eat some really nice food, (I was all too willing to prepare with the help of my personal assistant), sample some wine (four glasses preferbly but more if necessary), eat some sweets including me(food and sex go hand in hand for me)...hahaha, tell some funy silly stories even laugh at ourselves and just relax in general. My X has as much manners as a pig in his sty. He doesn't reply. When he does he uses the same format I use only because I remain convinced that he is a coward and lacks the substance to articulate clearly his expectations, needs wants and desires. Calling me is just way out of his relm. What did I ever see in him? What do I see now? Last evening at a dinner party I made mention of his name to someone I trust more than my mother for g-dsakes and without warning WHAM she slaps me with who is this guy? Before I could say one full sentence - she stops me dead in my tracks and says "You're not seeing him, we're going for a run instead - that is a dead issue, leave that alone it does not concern you anymore, forget it, do not call him ANYMORE, wtf is wrong with you she said, don't you get it - it's fucking over over over." So after a funfilled evening she drove me home. The drive was short, but the silence bore holes through me. I checked my messages to see if he replied to my offer to spend some Q time with me breaking bread. Ofcourse there was no response. I dry my eyes and head off to bed. Today I woke early with several things on my mind. 1) I knew I need to be alert for the confrence call that I was going to be having with my tutor and my Prof. at 8:30 a.m to iron the strategy for my upcoming final exam this week. 2) I was really hoping to get a message saying "Yes I think its a great idea to bread bread and drink some wine" but just as my pragmatic mind told, do not hold your breath you will die from the lack of air. For some it’s easier to accept than others. But I don’t think anyone enjoys being ignored. It's like a death occured.  The first few days I cried my heart out. I let out all of my negative feelings, and do almost nothing more all day than to "think about him". Whenever I try to slip in a positive thought, I’ll disregard it right away. It’s my privelege to be sad just a few days a year. Initially I thought it really important in this phase is that you don’t talk to anyone about the break up. At least not more than something like “we’re not together anymore”. I stopped listening to the radio, unplugged the television, because that will fuck with your emotions, and I was already fucked up so why bother.So I just let myself be as sad as I could, without talking to anyone, and without getting feelings from anyone else other than myrself(very important). I got to the point where I was sick thinking about him. I started realizing that he wasn’t "the one" for me, and that I have my whole life waiting, along with millions of cute guys. But the tricky part is the mind has a way of playing tricks on you. I did allow my human instint to get in the way after spending time ridding myself of the emotional baggage that came with this relationship.  I was fluctuating backwars and forward each day, but the crying is over. My heart has harden to its reality. Soon, I’ll meet another guy, twice as nice, and it’s all uphill from here with joy and happiness. So in conclusion I am taking my gal-pal advice and leave this alone. I am going to spend the weekend studying and will be cooking a feast for my girls. Besides they love and care for me. Added bonus, they love my cooking and they tell me so with all the ooos and ahhhhs, but they always ask when will we do this again. Life’s strange isn’t it?


Cheers

...Season of Our Liberation

The eight-day festival of Passover is celebrated in the early spring, from the 15th through the 22nd of the Hebrew month of Nissan. It commemorates the emancipation of the Israelites from slavery in ancient Egypt. And, by following the rituals of Passover, we have the ability to relive and experience the true freedom that our ancestors gained. So the story goes …After many decades of slavery, during which time the Israelites were subjected to backbreaking labor and unbearable horrors, G d saw the people's distress and sent Moses to Pharaoh with a message: …"the ten devastating plagues, afflicting them and destroying everything from their livestock to their crops. While doing so, G d spared the Children of Israel, "passing over" their homes—hence the name of the holiday. The resistance was broken, and he virtually chased his former slaves out of the land. The Israelites left in such a hurry, in fact, that the bread they baked as provisions for the way did not have time to rise. Many thousands of adult males, plus many more woman and children, left Egypt on that day, and began the trek to Mount Sinai and their birth as G d's chosen people. Thus Passover is divided into two parts. 1) The first two days and last two days (that commemorate the splitting of the Red Sea) are full-fledged holidays. Holiday candles are lit at night, and Kiddush and sumptuous holiday meals are enjoyed on both nights and days. We don't go to work, drive, write or switch on or off electric devices. We are permitted to cook and to carry outdoors. b) The middle four days are called Chol Hamoed, semi-festive "intermediate days," when most forms of work are permitted. To commemorate the unleavened bread that the Israelites ate when they left Egypt, we don't eat or even retain in our possession any "chametz" from midday of the day before Passover until the conclusion of the holiday - any food or drink that contains even a trace of wheat, barley, rye, oats, spelt or their derivatives and wasn't guarded from leavening or fermentation. This includes bread, cake, cookies, cereal, pasta, and most alcoholic beverages. Moreover, almost any processed food or drink can be assumed to be chametz unless certified otherwise. Ridding our homes of chametz is an intensive process. It involves a full-out spring-cleaning search-and-destroy mission during the weeks before Passover, and culminates with a ceremonial search for chametz on the night before Passover, and then a burning ceremony on the morning before the holiday. Chametz that cannot be disposed of can be sold to a non-Jew for the duration of the holiday. Seders which really the highlight of Passover observed only on the first two nights of the holiday. The Seder is a fifteen step, family oriented, tradition and ritual packed feast. The focal points of the Seder are:

• Eating matzah.

• Eating bitter herbs—to commemorate the bitter slavery endured by the Israelites.

• Drinking four cups of wine or grape juice—a royal drink to celebrate our newfound freedom.

• The recitation of the Haggadah, a liturgy that describes in detail the story of the Exodus from Egypt. The Haggadah is the fulfillment of the biblical obligation to recount  mostly to your children the story of the Exodus on the night of Passover.

There's much more but I just don't have time but the central idea is there... Happy Passover! Happy Easter!

STUDYING IS FOR PEOPLE WHO NEED TO GET THEIR PRIORITES STRAIGHT #2

Guess what I am doing at the moment, come on it’s not that difficult. Oh come on guess. It’s in the title for Pete’s sake. Fine then if you aren’t going to guess then I have to tell you. I am studying, otherwise known as the most boring activity this side of the Galaxy unless there exists a planet on our side of the galaxy where a commonly engaged activity is to repeat the word boredom to oneself for 8 hours straight. So I’m studying you ask, what’s the big deal we all had to do it when we were at school, that or you are still at school. The point is that studying sucks, not in particular that it sucks for me. I believe that if you are being asked to learn things which require you to go over it every few months to remember it then clearly you are not cut out for that particular area of study and should be removed from it immediately. That or your teacher sucks.

For the former, I think you should just drop that subject on the spot. Because if the subject holds so little of your interest then, clearly you are not going to go into any field that requires it. But you scream in protest “Einstein failed high school mathematics and look at what he did.” To which I reply AHA. In my opinion if Einstein did poorly in maths at school it probably had something to do with him having a rather unimaginative teacher which didn’t grasp Einstein’s interest in mathematics and all it’s other cousins in the Scientific world. So when Einstein re-examined this stuff in his own time and found he liked it, well then he became good at it very quickly and several years later due to contributions on his part Japan had TWO less cities to manage. So putting aside that maybe having an unimaginative and dull teacher was the universe trying to steer Einstein away from indirectly destroying two cities we can see that if you are good at something then you will probably find interest in it at some point.

Take me as a second example, until about the seventh grade I found English interesting but due to a large quantity of uninspired teachers I lacked understanding in portions of the critical field of punctuation and still to a degree today. But it does not hinder my feeble attempts at writing.

But returning to the topic at hand. Imagine how much happier a place academic institutions would be if lets say you could drop Math in favour of something you enjoyed. Sure we partially get choice in grade 10 but we are still stuck with a few subjects that some of us would rather not do. Computers Science should be made optional is what I’m getting to. Anyway I am going to crawl back to my books and continue studying now...

Philosophical Me

Once again, my little mind has wandered off from reality and into the realm of self-thought. So, I’ve been thinking a lot while people around me assume that I’m daydreaming.

Hahaha! Not true! I don’t daydream, I just think a lot.

Questions without answers, answers without knowing which is true and what not. Dilemma, dilemma, my constant friend… I think I need to make up my mind soon.

Studying has been awefully boring this semester. I was so bored in with some of the reading that I played with musical notes in my head.

Check this out: BORED TO DEATH  - rearranged -; HATED RED BOOT

See how bored I am? Yeah, you get the picture.

Hot Date...4/1/10

My friends and I are having dinner Thursday evening. Not only because they think I 'need' to get a life, but because they also feel I’m wasting my G-d given energy on someone who does not deserve a moment of my time. So my friend Paula, (Paula’s husband Steven) and Joanna (Joanna husband Constantine) collectively got together and planned a dinner party where I am the guest of honour. Since it’s a holiday they seem to feel it’s a great time to throw such a party where all invited guests would have no excuses but just show up. They have told me also that there will be several single suitors to choose from who are daring and want to meet me. Yikes!So now my stomach is doing that churning thing again. Not to mention the flutter of butterflies in my belly causing bouts of nausea. It’s a day away and I’m not sure what to wear. I could sabotage the entire evening and wear sweats, but that would be cheesy, plus my gal pals would not be amused. Apparently it’s going to formal and I was ordered to wear my Saturday best. In other words wear a dress and a smile. The part that I am excited about is not only do both those ladies have fabulous homes but Constantine is an amazing Chef. Food glorious food…sex of the aged…

Now I know many people would agree that dating, especially the first date is about as much fun as having a picnic in a minefield in Afghanistan. For some reason that no-one knows, to prove that we are one step above lowly animals, humans are required to date before choosing their life mate. For many, a date is synonymous with fornicate. Fornicating is a rather fun thing, something I welcome in the right situation. However, the words just rhyme, and don't necessary go hand in hand. Dating is a very painful process for someone like me. While I could decide to remain forever single and just hang out with a group of friends, I do want to eventually be in a permanent relationship. I liken dating to bungee jumping. You get that adrenalin rush when you meet someone new. It's the anxiety...uh...oh, um, maybe I didn't really like dating as much as I thought I did."

Contrary to popular belief, dating is not easier when you are younger, and dating doesn't get any easier as you get older. Let's cut to the chase and get down to the nitty gritty...What exactly is it about dating that I hate so much? Why does the very word fill me many with fear and trepidation? I got it... Maybe it’s because it reminds me of a job interview. That's probably quite close to the mark. I have to be on my best behaviour to try and impress the person across the table from me that I’m the right person for the job as life partner. And it's the same, if they don't like you, you don't get the job. If you don't like them or they make you feel uncomfortable, you don't take the job.

Dating is as uncomfortable as sitting next to a hugely obese man whose ample body overflows from his seat onto yours on a flight from Dubai to Shanghai, where if he isn't snoring loudly he's farting silently, and every time he lifts an arm you almost pass out from the reek of his armpit. Also its uncomfortable because you're having to move out of your comfort zone and enter unchartered territory and is an extremely daunting. I hate not knowing. Unless I become a psychic or a clairvoyant, I just will not get this knot out of my gut. And if I did know, then where is the anticipation or the surprise? Sometimes you have to just go with your gut instinct and take a chance. More often than not, I can't be bothered to share myself with anybody again. Yeah, yeah, same old, same old. It does get tiring telling the same stories and relating the same incidents over and over again. It is de-motivating to open yourself up again to someone, and risk them abusing your trust and all that openness was for nought.

Oh yeah I hate waiting for the phone to ring for a follow-up date, even if I don't want to see that person again. I am aware that men hate spending money on a girl and then she doesn't put out. Then not only does he feel he wasted his time, but his money as well. Oh well, I guess they'll just have to get someone who equates a date with sex. They think if they spend all their pocket money on a date then they'll be able to get your leg over your neck. I hate the falseness of it, and people being all fake to try and impress you. This is probably because people are uncertain of what they want, and what you're looking for. They take a gamble on what they think you might like, and try and change to be that person. It would be much better if they were just themselves.

Friends have told me of the mistakes I will never make. For example: "A good date with just a good bonk. They both felt that animal attraction and end up having the most mind-blowing passionate sex on the first date. Then, the guy never calls you back." Obviously, they were just looking to get laid and nothing more.

I console myself with the fact that thus far FATE has intervened and spared me from a probable psychopathic pathologically schizophrenic stalker rapist. Surely I can come up with a multitude of reasons but it is because it's a pain trying to feign interest in learning about someone else who doesn't really interest me. And of course you don't want to appear rude, but who gives a shit why their partner cheated on them and ditched them. So as I was composing this message I was taking stock of some of the irritants of dating, and why I just can't stand doing it....

• I really hate it when I can't get their name right on the first date. Okay, this is a bad mistake to make and maybe I need to make up a silly song with their name in it to get it committed to my memory. Calling a date by the wrong name is a faux pas of the tenth degree. I've done it and I highly do not recommend it especially if you like the date.

• I hate awkward silences when we both try and think of what you can say. If we’re having awkward silences, then we obviously don't have much in common.

• I hate being asked what are you thinking about. Find an online psychic course and you'll be able to tell what I’m thinking. You'll never be able to figure out what I’m really thinking, so why waste your energy trying to read my mind.

• I am never sure if I am reading the signals correctly, like does he want sex on the first date because he is paying for dinner. If he is I need to call my mother and sharpen my Houdini skills and make myself disappear, FAST!

• I never know when I should call him to thank him for a NOT so interesting evening but dinner was great. I just think it's a polite thing to do, especially if the getaway was quick. But if he calls within five minutes of leaving me is tantamount to stalking. And please do not inundate my inbox with text messages because for me that is definite passion killer.

• I hate blind dates, especially when people misrepresent themselves. Buffed body and intelligent can turn out to be geeky and weedy with an IQ the size of a retarded ant. Sometimes, friends misrepresent friends when they set you up on a blind date. There's also a hint of desperation in the whole blind date scenario. If they're so perfect, then why are they resorting to blind dates to get a date? Not that I'm not worthy but think on this for a second...  times up.

• I hate breaking the ice the first time by saying the wrong things and then feeling stupid afterwards. Like saying the most random things and many Freudian slips are made at times like these. I've called a date by my former husbands name...OPPS! Or like him catching me staring at his crotch or him at my mammary glands. Actually if I like the guy I find it sexy when he ogles my body.

• I hate it when other people show an interest in my date and start to flirt with them while I'm  standing right next to them, and your date likes it. If they're basking in the attention like a chimpanzee at a chimpanzee's tea party in the zoo, enjoy it for a New York minute because I will dump you right there and move on. Not classy. Don't do it. At least not with me.

• I hate saying goodbye at the end of the date, not knowing if he’s going to kiss on the cheek or lips or what. I typically go for the European double cheek kiss, and if they want 'lips on the mouth' type of kiss, then they can make the first move and latch onto my lips like there's a magnetic pull of some kind. But I better be feeling you otherwise this could spell rejection.

• I hate it when my date is trying to be funny to impress me and I find it hard to smile or laugh as what they said wasn't at all funny. If you can't make me genuinely laugh, I just dump him. Smiling falsely will give me serious wrinkles and will require me to have expensive plastic surgery in the future.

• I hate it when after dating for a while; my date loses their manners and farts and burps after drinking anything, especially beer. But I’m supposed to be pleased that they feel comfortable enough around me to show me the real deal. It’s offensive. Stop it.

• Dating is exhausting as smiling inanely hurts my face. As mentioned above, it is not good for your complexion and appearance and there will be long-term effects. Maybe a pharmaceutical company needs to develop a 'Dating Tonic' which serial daters can use to boost their body's energy levels.

In my view of the whole thing - dating sucks and I hate the thought of it. I’ve been wondering for some time now, is there another way to meet up with a life partner, other than going through the trials and tribulations of dating? Here's a thought. Let's look at animals, as humans are really just a slightly more advanced form of animal. Take dogs for instance. They don't date at all. When the bitch is ovulating, she gives off a scent that attracts every randy dog in the neighbourhood. She lifts her tail, the dogs sniff her posterior end, get an erection, mount her and bonk away until climax, then leave, never to see her again. Imagine, if we were like dogs. If some perfume factory managed to create a special scent called 'Ovulation Scent.' When a woman knew she was ovulating, she'd spray herself with Ovulation Scent and walk down the street. Soon, males from all over will be following her and only the strongest will get near her. He'd have to sniff her nether regions, whip out his erection and fornicate madly, before zipping up and going back to work. This could do wonders for the motel industry, in case people don't fancy just doing it on the street. Physiotherapists and masseuses will also make a fortune as many men will put their backs out when bending at the waist to sniff a woman. All this increased business - perfume companies, hotels and physiotherapists might also create more job opportunities and ease the global credit crisis. People will be more relaxed - women because they'll only be having sex when they're in the mood, and men - because they'll be getting plenty of action as they'll continually encounter women wearing 'Ovulation Scent.' This could be something to look for in the future.

 I''ll follow up laterif things go according to the above.  However, in an event things turn out GREAT, I will not be back because I never kiss and tell.

Deaf Ears

Ting!

To you, adored one ... Well spring of my loin desire, exquisitely souvenir of all my loves lunacy. Fuck you are one hot sexy thing. Shit - you are my all encompassing sexy things! I couldn't even stop thinking about you all day in my head. I tried to pass on to you that message. 'Jasmine' is a lovely name. A subtle perfume on the air of a warm and humid evening. From a small pink flower with dark green foliage. Perhaps that's the fragrance you can smell right now? Something whispered at me that "he thinks your slippery", and he wouldn't open the note from my trembling heart, trembling like a stabbed bird with my trapped desires for your elicit sweet sweet sugar words. But even I knew it was like some carelessly worded backhanded compliment- you knew what you meant to say. "Damn man - I dig your skinny ass, but bad!"

What Makes Me S-Tick

A  man who:

* Where my head always find the right spot on his shoulder


* With ease I fit into your arms and rest my cheek on your chest...

* I may take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worthwhile, when your face lights up at the picture of me...

* The way I fish for your compliments even though I know that you think I am most beautiful and sexy woman in your world...

* Your choice of sexy Denim, white shirt and cologne; the fact that you actually wear them, simply because you know I think you look sexy hot and I like it when you wear them...


* How cute I think you are when we argue and you dig your heels in to make a point and be heard...


* The way my hand always finds yours when I feel vulnerable or insecure...

* The way I imagine you smile and feel when you see my name on your caller ID unexpectedly...

* The way I sit with your legs sometimes tucked in under mine, in a sexy way, or twine a leg through mine in a public place...


* The way that you kiss me when I least expect it...


* The way I fit/fall into your arms when I wanna cuddle or cry or when I am tired or sad...


* Then the way you apologize when I cry over something silly...


* The way you say "I miss you" when we are apart...


* When you say "I love you" and I know that it's for REAL!

Cause your eyes tell me so...








                                                                                                     
Russia and Afica has never looked so good!!!
 You wear it  well William

What I want for my Birthday

1) Courtney Love to spontaneously combust- I don’t know the physics behind it or how it is possible but someone out there smarter than I am will. Maybe you have to give her like thirty alka-seltzers or something. Perhaps mix pop rocks with Pepsi, I don’t know but I want this to happen. Additional points if she covers a camera crew from TMZ in blood and gives them HIV so I don’t have to watch their crappy guerilla interviews anymore.

Sweet...but is it really?

The miraculous technology of the World Wide Web allows me to whine to the entire world.
So yesterday I had an appointment to take my car into see the car Dr. I wake up on time. I get there on time which is unusual for someone like me. Of course this was not going to be routine. Why? Simply because whenever, I am on time that spells trouble trust me. The guy at the counter bombarded me with dumbass questions like “Are you from around here?” As if. I replied no, but I should be because your service sucks. And the reason it sucks so bad is because everyone from around here is either to dumb and affraid to point this out. Or are all simply on permanent vacation so they have time to waste. Then he follows up with “How you did you find us”? Well I opened up the telephone book and called the first number my lil’pinky landed on, and you were the lucky ones. The integration ensues to where Einstein says: “What’s wrong with your car?” Nothing! Since you and I actually never met before I wanted to take this opportunity to meet you here and now. Instead I said: Well Mr. if I knew I would be behind that counter asking the questions and not you. This should never have come in the form of a question. I am here not only because I drove 35 minutes out of my way to get here but also because it’s your freaking job to take my car and tell me what is the matter. No. He wants to have a friendly chat. At this point I announce I will wait outside. I grab my keys and walk out the door. While I’m outside the owner arrives. I said lets go for a drive. He obliges me. Awesome!!! We arrive back my car immediately goes up on the hoist. Around 20 minutes later he calls me into the garage to point out all that is wrong with the twisted piece of metal and fibreglass box I drive. He says this needs fixing…that needs fixing…and those need to be replaced…blah blah blah. Kool fix it. No we can’t. We have to order all the parts and we can’t use old parts they must be new. I’m kool with that too. You know why? After that hit and run accident I had and the schmuck was caught the Insurance Company agreed to fix everything. So now I have to bring my car back on Tuesday and leave it for an entire day. Which entails planning and I really do not plan much, I just let things happen naturally. I really dislike cars, and driving in general. In fact, I loathe it. So bear with me as I detail my reasons…

• Now, Driving is wasted time - I don't learn anything, I don't get out of the car any better of a person than when I got in.

•Driving is stressful public transit, I feel is much better.

• Sitting in a car is bad for you. I hate being cooped up. Human bodies need to move, and poorly designed car seats only make our bodies hurt more. I can't stretch with both arms or twist my spine around, or I'll die.

• Driving demands all your attention - I can't read a book or take a nap while I'm driving or I'll die. Both of these are much more productive activities.

• Any small diversion of attention, like changing the radio station or yawning, can result in death. Who wants to die for a yawn? The consequences seem all out of proportion to the benefits.

• Cars pollute. They stink and they make walking down the street a miserable experience.

• Cars detract from my freedom. I have to service this thing regularly, feed it gas and oil, etc. It's like I'm the slave to the car. Not to mention the thousands of dollars per year to keep it running.

• Cars have contributed to the suburbanization of society, and the resulting sense of alienation that people feel. People drive home directly from work, into their automatic garage, into their house. They lock the doors, close the windows, and then wonder why they are lonely.

• Cars detract from my ability to choose. There are places that if I want to go there, I *must* drive a car. Why am I forced to do something I don't like?

Have you ever noticed the huge fraction of society's resources that goes to service the automobile industry? Look at the number of car commercials on TV and on the radio. Look at the vast amount of land space given to gas stations, repair shops, roads, parking lots, etc. Look at the huge amount of time people spend driving and servicing their cars. Mihaly Csikszentmihaly would call cars a memetic parasite, something that feeds off the effort and attention of human beings. Cars are so dangerous. Whenever someone dies in a plane crash, there's a huge public outcry for the FAA to spend millions of dollars pouring over regulations, investigating, etc. Yet every year many thousands of people die in car crashes in the Canada alone! And no one seems to care. What's going on here? How have we been so thoroughly duped? Anyone know of a good honest Mechanic? That's next...

Brillance

My friends hate me because I'm stupid. They always have to rub in how smart they are, but instead of making me think they're smart, it just makes me feel more stupid. They use big words and make up overly thought out responses to everything I say. I'll mumble, "Man it's cold out." They'll yap back, "Actually, according to the laws of thermal dynamics, space-time fluctuates relative to the magnitude of heat radiation, therefore it is not actually cold." Seriously, who cares?

Lies That Men Have Told Me

"I don't go out on many dates..."

Lie. This one immediately sets off my bullshit detector. Why the hell do guys say this all the time? What do they want, my sympathy? I recently had the misfortune of talking to a guy that claimed he rarely went on dates... yet every night of the week he goes out for a drink and hangs out with some girl at the local watering hole. Hmm... going out, hanging around with girls... sounds like the equivalent of a date to me, jackass.

I'd rather be a Lesbian

W hy do guys always ruin my life? What breed of satisfaction could they possibly strive for by manipulating me and giving my vagina false hopes of ever having a part in the system? Males plow through my dignity and leave nothing but the long shot that I may come home one day and find them sprawled out naked on my bed. Honestly, why? I'm about ready to find the blueprint of life, crawl through the ventilation system, and sneak into the closet through a heating duct. I bet it's a lot better in there than it is out here.

...Figs!

 They say the proper way to eat a fig in society, is to split it in four, holding it by the stump, its clitoris...and then you open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, pink, moist, juicy honied, heavy-petalled, four petalled flower is exposed....

You throw away the skin, which is just like a four-petalled calyx. After you have taken off the blossoms with your moistened lips...

But the vulgar way, is just to put your tongue deep into to the creased opening, and take out the soft sweet flesh in one bite...

It is said that every fruit has its secrets. The fig is a very secretive fruit. As you see it standing, growing, you feel at once it is symbolic: and it seems male. But when you come to know it better, you will agree with the Romans, its female...you realize it is internally female.

The Italians vulgarly say, it stands for the female part; the fig fruit: the fissure, the yoni. The wonderful moist soft smooth muscle, passageway towards the center into heaven; its involved, its in-turned, its soft, its juicy, so so sweet, openly pledging heaven, ooo it’s so delightful.

Now you know, there is fruit that is flowered inward, womb-ward. It was always a secret, and that's how the female should be.

It is my dream to some day, lean back and watch as you will indulge your senses. – Jasmine

if

"If you think small; the small will come. If we think firmly on the best, on the positive, and we strive for it; only the best will come in our lives"

...How to make a woman happy!

It's not difficult. To make a woman happy a man only needs to be:

"Superman"

When you love someone so deeply what would you do? lasso the moon, or capture a falling star to light up their life. When you love someone so passionately what would you do, swim the depths of the ocean just to capture a fallen tear.

When you love someone freely, who will you become: will you be my superman, never to live in fear of krypton taking away your super powers? When you love someone with all that you are, and you fear more than anything losing the love that consumes your every thought, what do we become when we love someone so deeply, that we find it difficult just to breath without them; when you love someone so passionately, love does not come

Masquerade

Stand where you can see me in this closing slice of light. I will show you myself, peeling cleanly from the ribs so you can see it, that fantastic pulsing violet, gulping over beating muscle like a waterlogged rose.the high heels in the kitchen, her slim spine arching with gorgeous laughter, red nails on white skin and the watch that told m you worked late.
Dead centre, a sharp split with your name on it.

Grace

Tonight I will sleep on your side of the bed and knead the beads of your spine against my knuckles like rosary, a striking utterance of grace.

HIS SONGS!

Have laid back and watched you most of this night, your

wordless tunes on strings that could break like a heart in your hands.

I can hear your mind through the chords, inscrutable as the sphinx,

enchanted by the way a note walks on the water of your eyes

as I want to hear your words.

THE ART OF SILENCE...

"It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the lover struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words."

-T.S.Eliot

아침 여자 같은 사내, Morning Sissy

아침 여자 같은 사내, 희망 희망 you' 잘 보다도 그 어느때로 재 하기. I' 잠재 고객 및 나 일반적인 서론 전자 우편을 쓰는 m는 지금 막 당신이 저를 원조할 수 있는지 생각해 보고 있었다. 우리는 모든 클라이언트에게 보낸ㄴ다는 것을 무슨 씨를 주장하는의 Pitoni 견본은 아래에 있다. 종종 시간 나는 그것을 변경한다, 그러나, 나는 그것에게 주의 움켜잡을 더 만들기 위하여 그것을 휴양하고 싶다. 당신의 LIL'를 도우십시오; 멕시코 자매 그래서 그녀는 진짜 캐나다인 같이 마지막으로 보상될 것이다!! 단지 당신은 당연히 시간을 있어야만. 사랑 산

... LIES WITHIN

"I've never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful.

The most beautiful view is the one I share with you."

NOIR EROTICA

Have you ever had a secret? Have you ever been haunted with thoughts that aroused you, and scared you at the same time? Thoughts of pleasure that made you feel uncomfortable? Have you ever been tortured with thoughts that you wouldn’t want to admit to anyone else turned you on? Crystal has such a desire. Actually, it was more like a painful secret.

Jack Jack...Jack!

"If you were my homework,I'd do you every night."

IT'S ALL IN A LOOK!

TINY BLESSINGS

COMMENTARY...WHO NEEDS IT?

I n high school this is how I was taught to write essays: the "writers pyramid;” the "four R's." Tease all facts out of the first draft, re-write, and write, coherently into the body.
 Avoid plagiarism; proper punctuations, check grammar, check spelling, all is good Ta-da! Essay 101. The essay could be boring or exciting, even historic. But that's immaterial. A style reveals the writer's personality and or voice.

HANDS DOWN...YOU WIN!

Heart of Stone

GREAT WONDERS

PEACE OFFERING

RED CARPET

IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND

HE-ART!

WHY IS IT?

3 PASSIONS...

Three passions have governed my life: The longings for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of humankind. Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
 In the union of love I have seen in a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined. With equal passion I have sought knowledge.

BEST WAY TO RUIN SOMEONES DAY-CLICK TO VIEW

TODAY!

Today I woke up with the belief that I was going to take it easy. Well yes I'm going take it easy. Three former school pals are coming over at 5p.m for dinner. We decided it would be a nice way to toast the end of a great month: Black History month. Fast-forward –So I dragged my tired heels to my desk. Turn on my PC. Checked my school email and low and behold a letter from the University in my inbox. Immediately my stomach goes into overdrive which turns into panic. My stomach begins to do that churning thing. I begin to hyperventilate and immediately I grab the cordless phone called my tutor, who I have utmost respect for and fully trust.

I CAN SEE THE FOREST, JUST NOT THE TREES

I am in no way ashamed of how I feeling. But here I go again yakking about wanting to see my honey. That's just how I regardhim because really he is a honey.

My friend who for no other reason than she wants to peeve me off say: This is hands down the best advice you'll ever hear. Write it on your wall right now. In fact, tattoo it on the inside of your eyelids: “FORGET ABOUT HIM.”

Guys are not only overrated, but they're way overqualified for the job.

I like to think that I'm a pretty reasonable woman, but sometimes I can get carried away. In the case of what I am about to say, I've taken a couple hours at the gym today and the corresponding shower time to attempt to exhaust the anger out of me. But that didn't work, so here goes. I attend University of Buckingham. Buckingham is the name of the street where I live. I’m taking all my soft courses long distant because I thought this would somehow keep me connected and current. It's not a bad school, but it's not Harvard or Stanford or Richmond. Despite being in Newfoundland, this school bills itself as a fine university.

PIECE OF BLACK HISTORY

                                                                Need I say anymore!

REALITY CHECK...USELESS OBSERVATION!

I get an awful pain in my gut whenever someone says the word "reality." The real bad ones will cock their head to the side and squint like they're deep in thought. "Reality," or whatever word you want to use to define this unfortunate ability to perceive the world, is bad enough without hearing people try to articulate it. Reality is dirt and everyone knows it. That's why ranting is so stupid. Why pick out individual things to hate when you could say, "I hate everything?"

INTELLECTUALS...MY A$$

P eople that try to sound smart by forcing words and concepts into their vocabulary that wouldn't otherwise be there. Everyone will come across someone like this at some point in their lives. A lot of men are guilty of this, and don't even get me started about the. Men do it because they think women will stereotype them as stupid if they don't talk about politics, sports or some other such boring topic that nobody really gives a damn about (and let's face it, most men are dumb; boo! hsss! Yeah, yeah,

SEXUAL HEALING

Masturbating around people is fun, but it can have an overall negative influence on your personality. For example, you go to a movie and you're all alone in the back row. You begin stroking yourself, and all of a sudden a terrifying wave of paranoia rushes over you. Frantically looking around, you pay attention to every little thing people movement because you're worried they might catch on to your horrible agenda.A girl in the row in front "Look at that flower," to her girlfriend. You hear that and think, "Flower? Pedal? Hole? Moist? Wet?