Sex and Candy

by owen on Mon, 21st May 2007 at 5:49 pm

I feel like I haven't written in weeks. My state of randomness has settled to stream of consistency like a very salty river on a perfectly horizontal plain below the gravity of a small square planet at the singularity. I am living too much in the present. Help me out of the state I'm in. I know I'm not a hopeless case. I wish I was the Hero that never sleeps. Its a beautiful day. Girl you better have fun no matter what you do. Loving in style.

Its been 3 weeks of utter torture since my birthday. The best days of my life. I ordered the wrong thing from the Chinese lady. I thought it was Chow Mien but instead it turned about to be Mala Chicken. My tongue still hurts from the lack of sweet, sweet, sweetness. But instead of leaving that girl alone, I punish my self. I'm good at being uncomfortable. Spending late nights out, instead of sleeping, working, having nothing to do or doing what I've always done. Its all been done before. Its only a matter of time. I'm tired and bored. Multi-tasking. Calculus 2.

The Chemist in one of her moments of disparity said that should the case arise that she should turn 35 and unmarried then we should mix genes. Maybe the fumes where getting to her as it has many a woman. If it makes you happy it can't be that bad. So I asked her why not sooner. She said I should sow my wild oats. You can't tell when a person my be in a puddle on the floor in front of you. When sooner or later is over. Who is to tell what sort of person I may be in 10 years or worst yet how crazy she will be. Law of diminishing returns. The power of wanting you near. Seize the moment.

The Way We Get By

by owen on Sun, 13th May 2007 at 3:40 pm

The tenant tried to lecture me about paying the utility bills on time. Really you need to leave me alone. For one if you can't live without light, water and telephone for a couple a days every month then you clear have no life. Its not my fault they charge people for these things something something, path to righteousness something something, I forgot the quote. Your acting like a crazy mother of three.

A really funny thing happened last week. Goes to show that the more you know a person, they never cease to find new ways to annoy you in your daily life. Like the world was coming to an end. I always said the best is yet to come. Makes you wonder why people do the things they do. What inherent pleasure they get out of going all the way to another side of the island just to drink liquor that they can get at the dirty supermarket around the corner. Music they can hear at the local bar/party/cellphone. Maybe the journey has something to do with it. I never liked travelling long distances, for any reason, its rather unsettling. Hard to remember your way back to reality. A mess I don't want to clean up. No matter how much you avoid the crazy people they always draw you back out of your shell unto a downward slope. Islands and such. Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love.

I was asked on my birthday about what I look forward to and what it is I want. This is a tricky question. The only answer I could come up with ( off the top of head without lying on thursdays) was that I wanted to be happy. Kill me with love. Cause I already have everything I need. Maybe I live too much in the moment, I'll never as happy as I am right at this very moment as I'm typing on this keyboard eating rum cake and drinking white sparkling wine. Of course my wants may change over time, I may want to be less annoyed, ugly kids, people that don't suck the life out of me and a monkey. A rabid monkey. But all that I need is right here with me. Makes no sense wasting our time now, worrying about being happy later.

Dirty Sex

by DLBG on Fri, 04th May 2007 at 4:54 pm

Along the way some where there is a line that is called crossing the border and jumping over into dirty sex. But where is it? I don't know. I think everybody has a different line. So then if one person does one thing and its normal and another person does it and it's dirty. Then there is no dirty sex or is there? Well I don't know, if I start having it then I will let you know. You know what they say about people who like to talk about sex.

Porn is an art, there is alot of thought put into it. Yeah right. Why does the porn industry without even trying, make such huge margins? Why does a dirty DVD cost twice the amount of a regular one? Simply because you all sneak and watch it at home.

Where is your line? At what point does it become dirty?

Strange And Beautiful

by owen on Sun, 29th Apr 2007 at 10:22 pm

Sometimes I end up at a party with a social piranha. A party like every other party where everybody is a stranger to me. But its one of those uptown parties with rich celebrity guests, television cameras, a hired host from Lime Tree Lane and Chinese people. I don't know any Chinese people, at least not personally. Not counting the woman who sells me my chicken fry rice on weekends. I can't call her a friend. But we have a special unspoken bond like strawberries. Whenever I come through the door without me saying a word she says "chicken fry rice?" and I say "yes" - the simpler of my relationships. I smile.

I make a game of it and try to befriend a china-woman at the party. But stalking and hand signals appear to be not enough. I've found that Chinese people are very reserved and rare like monkeys. And if you study the crowd carefully you will see them huddled together in mother-daughter configurations that are hard to penetrate. They are like baby cubs in a herd of short angry Chinese adult elephants. Sweep me off my feet.

If the the opportunity presents itself I try to pass myself off as a black chinaman by standing in the glow of a bright light so that I have squint my eyes all the time. But it never works, they usually runaway before I can pounce and wound. Its hard to see when your blind and disoriented. Disoriented. Small talk fails when she keeps saying what? what? WHAT? And all I can reply is "komichi?". Luckily, the social piranha has me in the corner of her eye and will often rush back to save me before I succumb to the five point palm-exploding heart technique. Put my feet back on the ground.

Love Spell

by DLBG on Wed, 25th Apr 2007 at 10:12 pm

I heard a song yesterday which just stuck in my head. The title was "I put a spell on you". It basically spoke of a man who put a spell on a woman while she was asleep then when she awoke she was in love with him. Now my first Victoria Secret set was love spell. I still have a set now. It's really nice, I wonder though if it gets up into your nose while you are asleep, if it will cast a spell on you. O.k. I have officially gone crazy, because I am quite amused now. LOL.

Anyway in a way scents can cause you to have illusions of grandeur about a person. Yep every time you smell that scent the person comes to mind. I don't know but lately I have been pretty obsessed with all these damn accessories called scents. Now I have too much. They are nice though. Maybe I will mix them up and come up with a magic potion.