Whore-licks and the Cathartic Process
Elusive like serotonin.
On this quest for ultimate happiness, I encounter many obstacles.
How is it that one can be walking on clouds one moment, and contemplating the ratio of pen dullness to skin strength, if the pen were to slip and you are suddenly stabbing yourself in the throat?
There is no substitute for human touch.
What is it about that most sensory organ – the skin – that makes your brain short circuit in the most delicious way, causing worries to diminish and total warmth and internal glowing to ensue?
When you cant touch the one you love, find a suitable substitute.
In the end, there is nothing more satisfying, more healing, than a steaming cuppa hot choc.
posted by AristoNeeks | 10:11 am
you gotta take what cums your way
before you turn out
the burning light,
let me have it
just one touch
one last caress
the beautiful skin
of so many ways,
supreme errogenous zone
born into the world with it
we are,
naked
born of sinfull flesh
a million generations old,
born to expect
to recieve
to beg
for just one
final caress
before the light goes out
forever.
sassycat, riiiiiiiiiite.
sir eric!
beautiful.
just beautiful.
how do you capture what my mind means to say, so effortlessly?
alas, - i am about as far from human touch as i am gonna get.
probably.
[insert sad face here]
If I got stabbed in the throat with a pen, I wonder if I'd be able to scream ink. That'd be pretty black metal, really. I could move to Norway and front a band with an indecipherable logo. Sweet! Where's my Sharpie?
morb, that'd only be metal if you happened to use a black pen.
but, be careful, some inks can be poisonous -- you wouldnt wanna get some nasty rash while poking holes in your throat..
altho... a handfull of corpsepaint could probably cover any rashes..
go for it!
How are you hangin in there? please don't stab yourself with a pen.
Glad to say hi one more time! Talk to you soon!
And I mess up all the time, big expensive screw ups. Nothin new.
Peace out.
Agreed. I think I will go and have some hot choc right now.
Posted the above poem on saturday night! Hope you like it still. It's in good shape, means a lot to a lot of different people.
Thanks for the inspiration, friend