Don't be so quick to slander the man who walks with his hands so that he can stand on the clouds. the white slave band around it's neck emanates an illusion of authority while it kisses the feet of the one so called saviour. the hand walking man steps towards oil stains of a lost childhood and carries the prints throughout a lifespan of -30 years. The very oil that the fully clothed maidens of saviour stained on the portal of a small girl. cruel intentions of least passed kept you from growing as you sit in a crib that is ten sizes to small? strip yourself bare and walk out to a world where ignorance of decadence is a folly. the world seeks your pleasures as much as you seek it's, and if we are to die this night, then we will walk on our hands and pass the faces that say otherwise. nakedness is a worship we could all bare, those who remain warm by cloth, not by each other, are forever bound by authority of a world forsaken and a drunkard filled with religious cries.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Why it's Beautiful
It is my hope that you would not think me a pervert for detailing a beautiful thing. i am simply speaking what is and always will be a truth. one of the most beautiful yet somehow taboo creations of nature is the body of a woman. when a woman asks you "why?" "Why are you so obsessed with the female body?" a man cannot reply in one simple answer other than "Beautiful". if you were to ask me to describe the beauty of a woman's soft flesh the answer would be one to sit down for.
a woman's body is something that manages to remain delicate through out time. the curved landscape of Her is one that must be tread with soft lips and burning passion. the movements of each muscle are like that of a symphony, calm and mellow then transition into a fast paced crescendo. to my knowledge there is not a better place to shed a tear than in the warm shelter of Her breast which is placed so close to her heart, a heart which sings you elegant lullabies to bring you back from your sorrow.
the way Her hair roles over and rests on every inch of her landscape is like a forest of happy thoughts, happy memories, and dreams of what is to come. As you bury your nose into this forest and take in the sensations of its smell you cannot help but be overcome by her euphoria.
Suddenly she notices your presence and turns Herself over to bring you to her world, a world of warm comforts and beautiful poems that will never be written. To feel, for just a moment, that you are apart of her body and her mind is a sensation that cannot be matched by any other. to become entwined with her beauty in a place that time seems to cease forever and all that can be heard is the song of her true voice. You wonder why something that should last a lifetime is so brief and then realize that to walk her halls and know her being is a privilege that must be kept sacred and loved.
finally you have nothing else left to do but observe her one last time, watching as Herself curves around Herself. her landscape rising and falling at a slow steady pace. you wait for hours to receive a glimpse of the one part of Her that you see every moment but, like an addict, cannot be contented. when She opens the doors to her soul you are taken back to Her euphoria. a soul staring back at you. those windows are the most precious and most coveted part of Her.
that is why i am obsessed with the female body. that is why it is beautiful. an escape from this reality. a haven for my tired soul. That is why you are beautiful. because when you are in my arms, you make me whole.
do not think me poetic either, for i am very much a man. I am just explaining as truthfully as i can.
-.db.
a woman's body is something that manages to remain delicate through out time. the curved landscape of Her is one that must be tread with soft lips and burning passion. the movements of each muscle are like that of a symphony, calm and mellow then transition into a fast paced crescendo. to my knowledge there is not a better place to shed a tear than in the warm shelter of Her breast which is placed so close to her heart, a heart which sings you elegant lullabies to bring you back from your sorrow.
the way Her hair roles over and rests on every inch of her landscape is like a forest of happy thoughts, happy memories, and dreams of what is to come. As you bury your nose into this forest and take in the sensations of its smell you cannot help but be overcome by her euphoria.
Suddenly she notices your presence and turns Herself over to bring you to her world, a world of warm comforts and beautiful poems that will never be written. To feel, for just a moment, that you are apart of her body and her mind is a sensation that cannot be matched by any other. to become entwined with her beauty in a place that time seems to cease forever and all that can be heard is the song of her true voice. You wonder why something that should last a lifetime is so brief and then realize that to walk her halls and know her being is a privilege that must be kept sacred and loved.
finally you have nothing else left to do but observe her one last time, watching as Herself curves around Herself. her landscape rising and falling at a slow steady pace. you wait for hours to receive a glimpse of the one part of Her that you see every moment but, like an addict, cannot be contented. when She opens the doors to her soul you are taken back to Her euphoria. a soul staring back at you. those windows are the most precious and most coveted part of Her.
that is why i am obsessed with the female body. that is why it is beautiful. an escape from this reality. a haven for my tired soul. That is why you are beautiful. because when you are in my arms, you make me whole.
do not think me poetic either, for i am very much a man. I am just explaining as truthfully as i can.
-.db.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The Tale of Mac Donard's
During my extremely long and eventful life i have subjected my body to numerous reincarnations of fast-food. Oh yes! I've tasted it all. From baconators to fried chicken, i've walked many heart clogging paths.... but only one has forever left me with a most painful memory...... a demon known as McDonald's. A corporate giant, a home for murderers, some would say population control. the tale i am about to tell you is not for the fat of heart...i explain.
July 9th, 2003 a man by the name of Jose Montanez comes home from a long day of work. on his way home he stopped at the local McEatery for a Mcburger and some Mcfries with a free McSprite. all of which combined make a total of $4.26 (including the McSprite.)
Jose takes a seat in his $149 leather reclining chair and turns on Will & Grace. He unwraps the greasy burger and takes one gigantic bite and feels the tender tickle of grease roll down his throat. at that exact moment a man in a Conan O' Brien mask bursts into his home with a shotgun and shoots him in the face. the next day his family sued McDonalds for his murder. Thankfully they won, but the McAtrocities didn't stop there.
March 21, 2010. A woman by the name of Carla Swanson gives birth to a baby girl named Jennifer Swanson. Jennifer is born a obese. Another lawsuit towards McDonald's. later review determined the fat birth had nothing to do with the genetic history of fat children, this one was extra fat.
And finally we come to my story. Oct. 2, 2011. I hadn't dared to touch McDonald's food for about 6 years (long enough to finally clear my palette of it's taste.) and after those six years i decided to go back to that forsaken place. "Why?" do you ask?..... well I had answers that needed questioning. so i returned to the closest McEatery and burst open the door. a woman and her tubby child were headed my direction to exit the "restaurant" so i punched them both in the face. i then stomped up to the register, slammed my hands on the counter and looked the employee straight in the eyes and asked, "are you the proprietor!?" to which they responded, "No, i just work here. what can i get for you sir?" we then shared five minutes of uninterrupted eye-contact. as i stared deep into those tiny high school eyes i finally whispered: "I want what has been known to take lives." the cashier gave me a nod and went to the back. when they returned they handed me a salad.... and a diet Coke.
......did i survive you ask? i will tell you now that i did survive with only an incredibly unrepairable Colon. I believe that McDonald's let me live that day so that i could write this blog, thus increasing it's infamy. my story will grow to be a fable you tell your children, it is my greatest hope that they suffer not what i have suffered. so when you get a craving and you feel like tasting something nasty, i beg you not to eat at Mac Donard's.
July 9th, 2003 a man by the name of Jose Montanez comes home from a long day of work. on his way home he stopped at the local McEatery for a Mcburger and some Mcfries with a free McSprite. all of which combined make a total of $4.26 (including the McSprite.)
Jose takes a seat in his $149 leather reclining chair and turns on Will & Grace. He unwraps the greasy burger and takes one gigantic bite and feels the tender tickle of grease roll down his throat. at that exact moment a man in a Conan O' Brien mask bursts into his home with a shotgun and shoots him in the face. the next day his family sued McDonalds for his murder. Thankfully they won, but the McAtrocities didn't stop there.
March 21, 2010. A woman by the name of Carla Swanson gives birth to a baby girl named Jennifer Swanson. Jennifer is born a obese. Another lawsuit towards McDonald's. later review determined the fat birth had nothing to do with the genetic history of fat children, this one was extra fat.
And finally we come to my story. Oct. 2, 2011. I hadn't dared to touch McDonald's food for about 6 years (long enough to finally clear my palette of it's taste.) and after those six years i decided to go back to that forsaken place. "Why?" do you ask?..... well I had answers that needed questioning. so i returned to the closest McEatery and burst open the door. a woman and her tubby child were headed my direction to exit the "restaurant" so i punched them both in the face. i then stomped up to the register, slammed my hands on the counter and looked the employee straight in the eyes and asked, "are you the proprietor!?" to which they responded, "No, i just work here. what can i get for you sir?" we then shared five minutes of uninterrupted eye-contact. as i stared deep into those tiny high school eyes i finally whispered: "I want what has been known to take lives." the cashier gave me a nod and went to the back. when they returned they handed me a salad.... and a diet Coke.
......did i survive you ask? i will tell you now that i did survive with only an incredibly unrepairable Colon. I believe that McDonald's let me live that day so that i could write this blog, thus increasing it's infamy. my story will grow to be a fable you tell your children, it is my greatest hope that they suffer not what i have suffered. so when you get a craving and you feel like tasting something nasty, i beg you not to eat at Mac Donard's.
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