boobsweat. that is all.

i’ve been scrolling through countless pics of the recent event, and have thus far found only one that contains the face i’ve looked for. perhaps i shouldn’t try to intervene, perhaps i should let fate roll the dice and see if i cross paths again. i guess i just know “me” enough to think that if someone stood out so distinctly, i should at least take notice. especially amidst a sea of beauty and black leather……

my toes fucking itch like crazy omg

well, not history really…. on nov 9, 2346: Romulans commit an atrocity now known as the Khitomer Massacre, slaughtering over 4000 Klingons on an agricultural colony. Worf and Kahlest are the only two to survive.

there was a girl at the show last weekend…that really stood out…and i’ll never know her name…usually those are the most alluring, the most deadly… will i ever find her? ever see in her eyes?

and i’m still awake…and i can’t sleep….which is oxymoronic for me to say that “im still awake” and “i can’t sleep” isn’t it?

i keep thinking of that weird bit from teh old STP song….”where did (mary?) go….and where’s my last cigarette….”

work will come so early tomorrow…actually i need to be awake in about 4 hours now, so it would be nice if i could freakin SLEEP sometime…i don’t even know what’s on my mind that is keeping me awake right now.

i think i’m craving comfort and seclusion with another…maybe craving sanctity or forgiveness…forgiveness from those that i shouldn’t even be asking.  sometimes it bothers me that that one person said she wasn’t ready to forgive me, but then again, i never did anything wrong…my selfless humility urged me to apologize for actions that weren’t untrue or detrimental…

sometimes i’ll never understand my wicked torture of loving all of you and hating humanity at the same time…please, someone, show me that you’re not all the same?

ahh….sigh….

so much to type and say, so little time……..so we wait just a bit longer.

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steps…walking…feet…legs…i hear you, the rustle of your clothing as you walk around the room…the skin you hide under that clothing…how warm is your skin? would you be cold to the touch, or warm and moist from perspiration? would you have a taut stomach…or the small fluffy roll that so many girls have…just enough to pinch, and not enough to call fat… silk? cotton? lace? nylon? what would you wear…and would it depend on the day? the clothing? the temperature? whether or not you’re going to get fucked that night? whether or not you’re TRYING to get fucked that night? woud you wear pants to hide your unshaven legs, or would you keep them baby smooth all year around? how would your legs feel if i touched them right now? are your knees sensitive to the touch? perhaps the underside of them? how ever slightly would you gasp at my touch…of my fingertips nearing your skin…or my proximity…of my lips near your neck, near your ears…near your own lips…would you close your eyes? would you stare at me and tremble? or would you be forceful…would you initiate it…would you take charge…or be entirely submissive…