Whereas the thought of the action preseedsthe result is never quite the sameMind walking without Gepeato’s stringscan journey back from and to great things Touch the thing you see and it will ceaseto be the same for which you touched itPraise away nay the play and insteadso much you love without loving the host Love…
In the throws of passion, the element is the action.Generating that element takes pairsthat want mutual existence,not self serving vapid transparence. She doesn’t put out, he doesn’t talk,He doesn’t put out, she doesn’t talk,Communication is key,That is the philosophy. Could one reach such an enlightened state,that all there is pleasure to masturbate? My world desires…
Yeah, it happened on Saturday and I am just now putting something down about it. Its been a busy week already and it shows no sign of slowing down. Yet I did get to compete in a code competition and really not do as well as I would have liked at the C++/Java portion of…
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke… the pounding anthem plays. "Where was I going…" ah yes, I was heading to (class, my bike, a friend’s house, to get my mail, to the club, or a place to eat). As this anthem goes, I know that it is time for me to move my feet, to head in…
For some time now I’ve been concerned, nah, that is such a weak word, terrified, about our government, our economy, and our ability to seek happiness (you do know that this is one of our liberties as a citizen of the US, right?). We see over and over the government thinks that if they aren’t…
