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Sunday Art Break ( For a Friend)
Posted:Dec 15, 2019 9:58 am
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2019 3:47 pm
~Prints By Marci McDonald... These are the prints I was telling you about.

Sunday Vinyl
Posted:Dec 15, 2019 7:07 am
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2019 3:49 pm
* Happiness Is A Warm Gun ~ The Beatles ~ The Beatles
* Estimated Prophet ~ Grateful Dead~ The Very Best Of The Grateful Dead
* Addictive Personality ~ Grahm Candy~ Holding Up Balloons
* Always Be My Baby ~ Mariah Carey ~ DAYDREAM
* Where Is My Mind ~ The Pixies~ Surfer Rosa
* Feelin Alright ~ Traffic ~ Best Of Traffic
* Strong Enough ~ Sheryl Crow ~ Tuesday Night Music Club
* Since I've Been Lovin You~ Led Zepplin ~Led Zeppin III
* Time Has Come Today ~ The Chambers Brother ~ The Best Of~
* Like A Friend ~ Pulp~ Great Expectations

~Like A Friend

Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now
Wipe your feet on my dreams

You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me, baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh, and I'll come running
Just to do it again

You are that last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
And like a car crash, I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane, I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I gotta stay till the end
Let me tell you now, it's lucky for you that we're friends
Pain and Pleasure
Posted:Dec 14, 2019 2:40 pm
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2019 12:56 pm

She was Everything
Posted:Dec 14, 2019 9:24 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2019 2:57 pm
She was everything,

A magical goddess witch queen.

With fire burning in her eyes,

and pixie dust in her kiss.

A dealer of lust,

and I was a fiend.

I took a sip from her chalice,

and I knew I'd never been the same.

One taste would never be enough.

The softness of her flesh,

the siren's song of her moans,

I was crazed with need.

Desire bubbled in my blood,

a feral urge to claim her,

to take everything she had to offer,

And still, search for more.

To mark her as mine,

climb inside and unshackle

The wildling that

lived inside her soul.

Where did this creature come from

And how did she know

How to unravel me so?

Posted:Dec 13, 2019 9:33 am
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2019 9:20 am
And maybe I made him into more than he was supposed to be.

Maybe he was just supposed to be my winter fling, but I couldn't help making him my summer love as well. He could have been just a lost boy, but I made him into someone I needed to save. Really, he could have saved himself if I let him.

Maybe I mistook that kiss as a result of years of build-up emotions, but when I'm honest with myself, we could just have been two people that needed someone at the time

Maybe I made him into my home, but in reality, his hug was just the warmth I couldn't give myself.

Maybe I made him into my one, into the one, my destiny. While really, he just was my first love and many might follow.

But my biggest fear is that I saw him as my love, but all he was really ever meant to be was my friend.

The Exception.
Posted:Dec 12, 2019 3:26 am
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2019 6:49 am
Chaos swirls in her soul. A torrent of darkness that instills fear in everyone she comes close to.

Except him.

Numbness wraps her heart. Rejection and pain are her constant companions barring all from touching her.

Except him.

Caution rules her mind. Careful calculation is her protection, analyzing every encounter with everyone she meets.

Except him.

Tension owns her body. Always ready for a fight, never letting down her guard with anyone.

Except him.

She does not care, she cannot love, there is no one she will ever trust, ever be vulnerable to, ever let in. No one, ever.

Except him.


Posted:Dec 12, 2019 3:04 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2019 8:30 am
Sometimes people walk away from love because it is so beautiful that it terrifies them. Sometimes they leave because the connection shines a bright light on their dark places and they are not ready to work them through. Sometimes they run away because they are not developmentally prepared to merge with another- they have more individuation work to do first. Sometimes they take off because love is not a priority in their lives- they have another path and purpose to walk first. Sometimes they end it because they prefer a relationship that is more practical than conscious, one that does not threaten the ways that they organize reality. Because so many of us carry shame, we have a tendency to personalize love’s leavings, triggered by the rejection and feelings of abandonment. But this is not always true. Sometimes it has nothing to do with us. Sometimes the one who leaves is just not ready to hold it safe. Sometimes they know something we don’t – they know their limits at that moment in time. Real love is no easy path – readiness is everything. May we grieve loss without personalizing it. May we learn to love ourselves in the absence of the lover.

— Jeff Brown
Kink version of the song "My favorite things"
Posted:Dec 11, 2019 5:33 am
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2019 10:58 am
Teardrops on faces and cane marks on kittens
Gag her and bind her, or else you’ll get bitten
Flog her and whip her and laugh as she sings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cursing and struggling and fucking that’s brutal
Choke chains and torture, a resistance that’s futile
Cold steel that flashes and the fear that it brings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in tight bondage with firmly bruised asses
Tease her and taunt her and smile as she thrashes
Begging for mercy and the peace you can bring
These are a few of my favorite things

When the bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

How I wanted Him
Posted:Dec 11, 2019 4:22 am
Last Updated:Dec 12, 2019 9:11 pm
I wanted him in the bluntest way.

I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms.

I wanted him in the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back.

I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read.

I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree.

No amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him.

~Beau Taplin
An Offering....
Posted:Dec 10, 2019 12:14 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2019 1:23 pm
“This was our rhythm, our worship: give and take, gift and receive, honor and entrust. Making love to this man wasn’t just an expression of my feelings for him or a carnal, physical need—it was an offering.”

— Rachael Wade

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