This is fact not Fiction for the First Time in Years...

To parallel a quote by one of brilliant mind, your temptation is foul.

Still how sweet it tastes when I ignore my other senses, and breath you in.
Release.
Does anyone know how it feels?
True release.
I do.
It's orgasmic and overwhelming in the most beautiful sense.
Like lifting a weight, thats been plastered to your back since day 1.
I hardly remember day 1, but I remember release.
I feel release.
I drink, breath and juggle release.
I live Release.
Join me.

I dare you.

I see past you...

I know exactly what you are trying to do...but I will not fall for it....it may actually be the other way around...oh the irony that could bring....

Officially Done.

Officially Done...
Dealing with shit that I do not deserve.
I am a strong confident entertaining woman and I have worked hard to be the person I am, I am done dealing with being treated like a bitch, and a whore, and being disrespected. I'm not hung up on no Aretha Franklin shit but R-E-S-P-E-C-T is all I will take from here on out!

Getting so drunk I don't remember.
I have realized completely many many times that to have a night where you can not recall the memories is a waste of life, even if someone tells you, you had a good time. From here on out, I will get tipsey and maybe play with getting drunk but I will not get wasted, scwasted, hammered, plastered, or any other slang adjective to describe the reason I have kissed quite litterily everyone I have ever met.

Worrying that my thoughts are small and insignificant.
One of the most intriuging and exciting people I have ever met told me I am the most intriguing and exciting person he has ever met, and I never even metioned that I felt the same way first. The only conclusion that can be drawn is that if someone that real and wonderful feels the same about me, I must be the shit too! I love my friends!

.more to come im sure.

MIND IS BLOWN...I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME....

Meeting at a gravestone

I have never been this speechless, I'm not sure I have ever been speechless at all. Up until now words have been my bitch. And she was a submissive bitch, but beautiful really beautiful, sometimes gruesome and sad, and sometimes a raging angery bitch. She was so good at cutting someone when they were already bleeding, or making them bleed when they thought they were untouchable, still she had the most caring hands and soothing voice to make you forget you had been wounded at all. She was prettiest when put to music, and lonliest when put on a page, but she was mine. Then came, you, you are the master of words, you call her your mistress, and I was busy making her my bitch.


Feel free to keep blowing my mind day after day and I will give you all the fuel you need to do it!

Irish whiskey and diet dr. pepper

man did I get shitty shitty last night...and woke up with a burnt pretzel next to my bed...with a bite out of it...damn.

That being said, I have the best friends in the whole wide world and everything is coming together like it is supposed to!

But for now I need you...

I've been drunk all day, rediscovering why music blows my head off and sends it places where heads were not meant to go. 

I think that I like to make sure that I have options but I don't like to explore the options whatsoever. 

I could never divorce you without a good reason and though i may never have to its good to have options. 

Oh Shot You Never Got Caught....

and even if you did it caused no harm, couldnt keep my head it's all in fun...shoulda hadda lotta fun.

Prismatic

"it's all, all a game baby."