"Between Fences" - "Stormchasing"

You are so *VERY* in MY Bed!!!

You are so *VERY* in MY Bed!!!

Got Milk?

Ok, so I have always lactated, since I was about 19. I have always taken guilty private pleasures in my sweet milk until recently. No more. I got myself a breast pump to play with and I love how it elongates and sucks my nipples so erect but more than erect...electric shivers to my nether regions. It's a bit difficult to masturbate and use it at the same time, though. Oh and before I forget we have a new site in the works, I will let you speculate what thats all about.
It's still under development but I think my best friend and partner in crime has things well in hand, so to speak. Oh and all my other blogger friends should be happy to know that they are still listed and now on a ranked site with no other content yet!!

Can't find the words...

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Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet" - On Death

On Death

Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."

And he said:

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Big Log

from The Principle of Moments

My love is in league with the freeway
It's passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
And the questions in thousands take flight
My love is the miles and the waiting
The eyes that just stare, and a glance at the clock
And the secret that burns, and the pain that won't stop
And it's fuel is the years
Leading me on
Leading me down the road
Driving me on, driving me down the road
My love is exceeding the limit
Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
Distance and longing, my thoughts do collide
Should I rest for a while, on the side
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror, still expecting they'll come
Sensing too well, when the journey is done
There is no turning back, no There is no turning back, on the run.
My love is in league with the freeway
Oh, the freeway, and the coming of night-time My love,
My love, Is in league with the freeway.

A.A.A.D.D.

Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide my

car needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch

table that I brought up from the mailbox earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can

under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbagefirst.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out

the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check left.
My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to

my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside

so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the

refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke a vase of flowers on the

counter catches my eye--they need to be watered.

I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that

I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water

the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water

and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the

remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide

to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up

the spill.

Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

the car isn't washed

the bills aren't paid

there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter

the flowers don't have enough water

there is still only one check in my check book

I can't find the remote

I can't find my glasses

I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really

baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it,

but first I'll check my e-mail.

Do me a favor, will you?

Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember to

whom it has been sent.

Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!

Do you ever wonder....

maybe when you are out walking the dog like me...what the inside of those humble abodes look like? And what the people inside them are doing? I know I do...does that make me a peeping tom?