I don't trust anything I hear.

I pick up the papers and everything is about new accidents, new disasters, new policies, new announcements, new conclusions, new warnings, new advice. I turn on the radio and I hear more accidents, more disasters, more policies, more announcements, more conclusions, more warnings, more advice. Turn on the television, more same old new accidents, disasters, policies, announcements, conclusions, warnings, advice.

Does it not make you wonder where and whom all these come from? Do you not question their existance? Does it not frighten you that the smartest living species on our planet get puppeted around by everything that they hear, unknowingly soaking in information every second that is a covet design of that seemingly average looking stranger by the street cloaked in mediocrity? Do you not wonder what is behind all the bulletins and advertisments and movies and shows that constantly feed you with ideas and thoughts and mentalities that you should have, which you later forget and take them on like your own, thinking it is part of human nature and common sense? What constitutes common sense in the first place - that menu, that waiteress, that date and that experience of the last that tells you that the lump sitting in front of you at your table is chicken?

Think about this: You're a chicken. You're couped up in your shelter. Everyday the only thing on your mind is food, sex, and what you're going to do next. Maybe the occasional coup gossip and politics bug you, but other than that, if it is not work picking around looking busy, it's speading your wings and sunning yourself with the rest of the chickens. You look around..and think you're the most beautiful chicken, or the ugliest, depending on your character and how the other chickens react to you. Sometimes the coup is crowded, with many many many others of your kind. Sometimes there are few. You don't know what is outside of your coup, in fact, you don't even know there's an outside. It never occured to you. All you focus on is what goes on immediately around you. Get old enough, you get promoted, respected, looked up upon, produce more eggs and when it is time to retire, you die.

We laugh and scoff at the value and commodity of chickens. What makes you think humans are any different? What makes you think no one is rearing humans...just.
like.
chickens.

Be my hand in my hand
As we stroll along the sand
Be the sea indulging me whole
When I need protection from the cold
Be the moon in my sky
You and I we'll raise up high
Be the wind that caresses my skin
The next time we're out for a spin
Be the red of my blood
From the beat of my heart's thud
Be the breadth in my air
As you twirl your fingers in my hair
Be the stilness in my silence
Present even in our acts of violence
Be the mirrors of my gaze
As we share a love unfazed.

I cannot fall in love.
I cannot cannot cannot fall in love.
I cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot ABSOLUTELY NOT fall in love. And it's difficult.

In a Nutshell, this is what has been happening:

Last month: Girls Gone Wild!

Last week: Girls Gone Wussy.....

This week: Girls Gone Workaholics.

(I never knew there were so many 'W' words before.)

I'm crazy about this guy. Not (only) because he's hot and talented and funny, nor is it (only) a crazy lust driven obsession - there are probably plenty other guys out there who offer the same thing.

But this one, killed me, the moment he said
"I love my job. The only reason I love my job is because I fucking chased after it."

I mean, I've always knew I'd go after that softie under the whole 'i'm too cool to be cool so let me do the fuck i want'..but this knocked the fucking cherry off the whipcream and replaced it with a goddamn gobbstopper that jammed my system and made me choke.

Now, my eyes water everytime I think of it.
This guy loves his life, his family, his work, his passion, his ambition, his people and isn't afraid to show it.

You got me, tore me open, ripped my heart out and made sweet love to it.

I'm doing all I can making a bet on you.
Now take me, muthafucker.

I'm bored.
With life.
At 23.

My life is coming to an end.

"Babe I love ur, we can have fun together anytime u want, I can show you the real pleasure of love and make you beg for more :O
:) YESS, BEG FOR MORE.

My number: 97 ** ** 70

Geeme a call! Let's play safe together, if you think u can handdle me :) "

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Ok. I think I'm done.

"The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along."

- Jelaluddin Rumi

We had a record breaking 14 chicken wings in 1 sitting.

Anyone wants to challenge?

"gosh!!! wats on the other side of the tatoo??? sure wish i cld hike over the crest n view the scenery...."


>> "Well, I'm sorry, but you probably wouldn't be able to take it. You'd get a hard-on that would shoot up your nose and knock you senseless."

(I must say though, 'HIKE' is not a term normally associated with my chest. 'PEER' or 'TRIP' might be a better choice of words.)

When things couldn't get any better,
they did.