L.D.

"When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends up by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance."
-Oscar Wilde

Inopportune Independence

Adamant, strong, rigid:
The Vacillator.

Vulnerable, exposed, denuded:
The Boy.

Artfully crafted,
Abominably crippled.

Power:

My Tormentor.
My Lover.
My Friend.

I like you, But I Don't Miss You When You're Gone

Shield: scratched and tarnished by the indignities of foreign tongue.

Subsistence: warm outer layer, adamantine core.

Emaciated heat,

My erection cools.

A Prettier Shade of Grey

I saw this clip on Raymi's Blog and i have to say this is a pretty good embodiment of a big part of what scares me about religion.

I know that all of that judgment and hate is not what, specifically Christianity, is about for a lot of people.
Unfortunately, for myself anyways, this is what has resonated in my mind for a long time and is what contributed to me originally being turning me off by all religion in general.

It's a bad reputation, that overshadows the people who are actually living fairly un-hypocritical, loving, and inspirational lives... with faith.
I've actually only met a couple people like this....but it was enough to undo my stereotyped perception and make me take a second look at the basis of my opinions.
I still don't know exactly where I'm at.... but it's something that has become important to me to actively think about anyways.

Ta-ta-Ma-Lee-Va

In the event of a disaster;
tornado, fire, break-in, bird flu epidemic...the next ice age...
the one and only thing that i could not live without...
the thing that i would absolutely need to take with me,
and that i would go back for,
whatever the cost:

Is Sativa.

I know a lot of people who wouldn't understand that.
It's a mixture of love and responsibility

(and let me tell you it would honestly take me a LONG time to get over not being able to save my fish and if there was time and the means, they would be number two on my list. I wouldn't have to save my roommate because he'd already be outside, with a big sheepish grin)

anyways, it's more than that.
Having the privilege of taking care of an animal has given me so much;
it's a source of that rarely found thing: unconditional love
it's been humor, company, crazy energy spurts and tons of attitude.

We're not talking right now though.
Because she left safety of the backyard,
gave me five mini-freak-out-attacks,
and when i finally found her,
she was in the front near a busy street
three doors down,
on the neighbours porch.

Way too friendly to be an outdoor cat.