“I will not serve that in which I no longer believe whether it call itself home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use, silence, exile, and cunning.”
-James Joyce.
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;Consume;
Her taste, sublime nectar now running down my chin, I consume it. And bite her lips for more.
Her scent, intoxicating incense burning my soul, a psychedelic dream. I consume it. And dig into her skin for more.
Her gaze, an endless abyss of beauty, an epiphany. I look into her, and get consumed.
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I get off on smelling things.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. *
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more." "
The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe
I hate to hear that Lucid. I understand how it is though. Sometimes we have those rough spots in life and have to just follow our hearts through the battlefield. You keep your head up though, keep smiling, and keep walking, and you will see the light before you know it.
I am doing pretty good. I am training for the WoW Arena Tournament atm, so that has been my main focus for the past week and will be for the next 5.
Meh. I'm not opposed to pot. Never have been. As far as I'm conerned, like anything else, if used in moderation, it's no harm.
No need to stress. Papers, imo, are always 5% preparation, 5% intellect and 90% bullshit.
it is coming along swimmingly, thanks.
today is the first day in almost nine weeks where i don't have to race to the theatre right after work and i'm looking forward to nothing more than kicking back with a homecooked meal and a movie. *relaxed sigh*
how goes your day, darlin'?