*CLICKY CLICKY*click above for a rare sighting of one of my multiple personalities, The Hand, in a more-eerie-than-scary not-quite-right old-timey photographfolks, on this Halloween Night, before the mischief, before the scares and the scars and the screams and the goblins and the ghosts of dead loved ones, before proving yourself cool to the older bullies or getting it on for the first time with a gorgeous full-lipped woman, both things accomplished at an abandoned haunted house, meddling mothers and fractious fathers, before the inevitable Halloween After-Party Orgy, and the true Halloween horror of living alone, please put down your carton of rotten eggs for a moment, your whipped cream for your boo, and your boos for your bad neighbors, your rolls and endless rolls of toilet paper, and reflect, we must reflect on this night, think about our lives and how we are connected and desperately apart, we must ponder as we look through our open-aired and water-logged houses, now with no more facade, what facades do we still put up with others? put down your Obamney mask, your penis glitter, your glow-in-the-dark dildos, and your full bars of chocolate, and reflect...think deeply like the old Catholic monks and monkesses used to do, like Teresa, the Catholic rock stars of ages and galaxies long ago and far away, have a Dark Night of the Soul where you question everything, put down the apple-bobbing and the cock-bobbing and the bad, tacky princess costumes and the artificial dry ice smoke and cotton-candy spider webbing for one moment...and pick up your lighters, flick that beautiful diamond-encrusted lighter you got from an ebay mugging, engage that flame, turn it on and stare at the flame, reflect upon that flickering flame, that fire is you, that flame is your life: hot, burning with passion, on, fueled by desire and jealousy, destined to one day flicker out, to end, to end with no explanation nor meaning, this weathered journey, and that is why it is beautiful:CLICK HERE, MY FRIENDS, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK, AND EXPERIENCE THE NIGHTCLICK HERE FOR THE NAUGHTY HANGOUT.
THE LATE PHOENIX: I WANTED TO BE FAMOUS. INSTEAD, I HAVE THIS BLOG.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
TNH: TOUGH
*CLICKY CLICKY*click above for a rare sighting of one of my multiple personalities, The Hand, in a more-eerie-than-scary not-quite-right old-timey photographfolks, on this Halloween Night, before the mischief, before the scares and the scars and the screams and the goblins and the ghosts of dead loved ones, before proving yourself cool to the older bullies or getting it on for the first time with a gorgeous full-lipped woman, both things accomplished at an abandoned haunted house, meddling mothers and fractious fathers, before the inevitable Halloween After-Party Orgy, and the true Halloween horror of living alone, please put down your carton of rotten eggs for a moment, your whipped cream for your boo, and your boos for your bad neighbors, your rolls and endless rolls of toilet paper, and reflect, we must reflect on this night, think about our lives and how we are connected and desperately apart, we must ponder as we look through our open-aired and water-logged houses, now with no more facade, what facades do we still put up with others? put down your Obamney mask, your penis glitter, your glow-in-the-dark dildos, and your full bars of chocolate, and reflect...think deeply like the old Catholic monks and monkesses used to do, like Teresa, the Catholic rock stars of ages and galaxies long ago and far away, have a Dark Night of the Soul where you question everything, put down the apple-bobbing and the cock-bobbing and the bad, tacky princess costumes and the artificial dry ice smoke and cotton-candy spider webbing for one moment...and pick up your lighters, flick that beautiful diamond-encrusted lighter you got from an ebay mugging, engage that flame, turn it on and stare at the flame, reflect upon that flickering flame, that fire is you, that flame is your life: hot, burning with passion, on, fueled by desire and jealousy, destined to one day flicker out, to end, to end with no explanation nor meaning, this weathered journey, and that is why it is beautiful:CLICK HERE, MY FRIENDS, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK, AND EXPERIENCE THE NIGHTCLICK HERE FOR THE NAUGHTY HANGOUT.
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And yet a flame can be snuffed out in an instant, its glory gone but for the scorched wood it has left behind. We can only hope that the mark we leave upon the world is more permanent in the shifting sands of time.
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~Kazi xxx
We were all set to talk about how cool the Death Star pumpkin is, and then you go baring your soul and make us think. Deep words indeed. And "Nutshell" is one of my all-time AIC songs.
kazi: i just burnt myself on the flame, staring at it for too long
jj: stay tuned for my treatise on the impossibility of destroying a Death Star with just one shot...
I have no words, I am speechless, breathless in the wake of your prose. You have me in the palm of your hand...
(Apologies for my tardiness, gorgeous... :*)
cheeky: babe, it's your comment which always makes my week :*
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