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[15 May 2008|01:00am] My new favourite song is best of you by the Foo Fighters. I love it. I gather it's been around for years, but it makes me want to scream, to shout, it makes me want to bellow, like a rockstar. It gives me life. I don't even particularly like Foo Fighters, but I love that song. It is that part of me that likes screaming out, for something. I don't know. I like the emotional frailty of it. I wish I could feel that these days. I don't feel anything like it. I wanted Rebecca to come in tonight. I wanted to go up to her. I wanted to lean into a space beside her, to slide up to her side, to put one hand upon her cheek, to kiss her other cheek, to cradle her hand in my own. I wanted to feel her yield to my touch. I wanted to feel the way her body sags as she lets herself go...for her lips to touch mine, for her eyes to close...for desire to take hold. It's a bit difficult when you don't know her, and when she's with other people. Don't worry, i'm just daydreaming again. I'm thinking about what it would be like if she was mine. I love it. It keeps my blood flowing, it makes me happy. I have no connection right now, so i'm just going to write until I do, if I get it back. Yes, so anyway. Being honest, I want her to sleepily gaze into my eyes, see the love reflected. I want her to return my kiss, to run her hands through my hair...to slide her beautiful soft hands over my knee, my leg, my calf. To breathe delicate words into my mouth, to make my hips shake. Overcome with love, I see stars, I am consumed, flames lick my soul, she licks my neck. She tells me things i've heard before, but not in a long time...she grasps my arm in hers, and lifts it to her side, and I sink into her nape. I am inspired, beyond love, beyond anything. I lose all control....she gazes into me, like a mother to a child, leads me on, pierces my stealth, I relent, she is command. She leads me out, into night, into her light. I go along, willing, yet cautious. And in the night, she grasps my waist, she leans into me, purely... and all the goose pimples on me strike a light, hold up to attention. I'm sorry if this is too much, ladies and gents. I'm just inspired, and i'm a little feeling naughty. And i'm on holiday. I think Rebecca would be a little freaked out, but I don't care. She is a nice and beautiful girl. And I am a single man, with a poetic mind and a horny body. So sod it, eh? Nobody has inspired me like this in an age. I should appreciate it. She tells me things I want to know, how the hazel glint in my eyes edges out the black. How now my hair hangs in hers, how cute I am..and I return it...my arm circles her waist, my hands not daring to move into places she has not yet let me, yet eager, so eager...she draws me home, her arrow hits..I am flighted, I am on air, she guides me towards her lips, yet again. Eagerness takes place of inhibition, and I hold her entirety in my gaze, and every feature fills me with love..I am tipsy and hazy, and yet I lay kiss with exact sobriety upon every feature, her eyes, her lips, and her nose..I compare her to a sculpture, I think of the bliss her and I could achieve...I muse upon how ridiculous this all is...then she giggles and takes my hand from me...clasping it to hers and lifts it to her lips, kissing the doubts away.. takes me home. I haven't been home in so long. I'll leave it there. So, if you will, this is what Phylly would be like, if Rebecca liked him and he got with Rebecca. I got on a thought, and I ran with it. Hope you liked that. Night, then. 2 Petty criminals| Get your lovely gas giants here!

[15 May 2008|01:09am] That looked pretty real to me. I just want to re-iterate, that it isn't. As much as i'd like it to be. It is merely play acting. As so much of my love life is lately. Just simply a play. I just want to stop having to make things up. I do like that writing though. God, it makes my mind spin. Mmmm. Night. Get your lovely gas giants here!

[15 May 2008|03:20pm] This doesn't really feel like a holiday. It feels like a succession of days off rolled into one. Because every limb is tired. I feel like i've been working even though I haven't. I am so lethargic. The good thing is i've still got another whole week to rest. Last night I was very naughty, both in terms of drinking, and with that writing I did. I don't care in either case, it's my holiday. I'm allowed to indugle. If only I could indulge with that fucking sexy shitter i'd be well happy. She's alright, that broad. But she's still damned elusive. If she's not there on Saturday night, well...i'll take that as a sign. I believe in fate. Sort of. Though I do realise that sometimes fate needs a nudge. I might...might do a course soon. If i'm not going to America this year then i'll have money freed up to do something else. I could always do acting, something i've always had a desire to do, but never the time. There's also the psycho-analyst part of me too. Whenever I talk to French Andy and Larry, I feel a sort of interest in the subject that I don't get from anything else. It's heavily linked to my writing, I think. A greater understanding of how the brain works is a good step to better writing. It's a concept I made up, just then. Exercise what makes the brain tick, isolate it, and you can use it more effectively. I'd also like to know how others tick, and why they act, think, and do the things they do. Because sometimes what people do is beyond my understanding. That includes myself. I can oscillate wildly between certain modes of thinking, many of which are not necessarily helpful, and not a little bit self defeating to my ultimate cause. However, some of them are brilliant. Some of them really make a difference. I am definately more in tune with my brain than most, and i'd like to exploit that. At least before age disintegrates it and I end up being spoonfed mustard in a dank retirement home. The brain, the soul, the mind, is what elevates us above the savage, ladies and gentlmen. Remember that. Get your lovely gas giants here!

[15 May 2008|03:35pm] 1. Don't mimic every single expression they pull. 2. Don't pour lager into their lap and offer to lick it out. 3. Don't tell her she'd look good with the face of a spider. 4. Don't ask her how pink her clitoris is. 5. Don't put a stick through the arms of your shirt, so that both your arms are held out, like a scarecrow. Get your lovely gas giants here!

[15 May 2008|05:27pm] I am growing tired of Madonna. This haddock faced, gremlin bodied fifty thousand year old hag...is still slithering across stages across the world, her tits sagging into her knickers, her ragged, disguting face still peppering audiences with baffling outbursts. During Radio One's nauseating and bumlicking One Big Weekend, she was heard to say "FUCK THIS PLACE UP!". To thirty thousand schoolkids. With no seats. What are they going to do? Get a pick axe and hack up the concrete? Stupid fucking bitch. Nothing would give me greater pleasure, than to watch Madonna stumbling at gunpoint through a field of wires, poisonous snakes, and burning hot coals. Her voice sounds like an iron grate being scraped along a road. Her vagina is probably so slack you could fit Jupiter in it. And I hate the stupid cunting tart. What galls me most, is the utter obseqiousness with which this filthy fucking harpy reguarly has her arsehole licked out by all and sundry, venerated as a sort of goddess...when she is merely a slightly ageing, bony, diseased looking ghostly apparition. If she turned up in my room in the middle of the night i'd call the police. Get your lovely gas giants here!

[15 May 2008|06:09pm] There's a boy racer going up the street in his car, at about seventy miles an hour, in a village road. During the day. He could run over anyone, and anything. A cat, a child, a dog, a pensioner. What I want to do, is get a wire cable, stretch it over the road, just before he drives through the road again. I would then set up a camera, fixed to capture the precise moment that his car hits the cable, stops violently, catapulting his cocksure male twenty something, sneering stupid face through the windscreen, the impact hurling his limp, ragdoll body harshly over the bonnet, and flying into the street in front of him. I'd prime the camera to take frame by frame footage of his broken, bleeding fucking lad face as it hits the road, smashing and snapping his skull on impact. The irresponsible, pointless, limp dicked fucking priapic cunt. Get your lovely gas giants here!

Rock and roll arsehole [15 May 2008|06:36pm] http://youtube.com/watch?v=ksEx1iTQoNY Get your lovely gas giants here!

Boredome, thy name is ....er..boredom... [15 May 2008|09:07pm] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27oRzpgwBsw&eurl=http://lj-toys.com/?journalid=2829613&moduleid=125&auth_token=sessionless:1210881600:embedcontent:2829613% Get your lovely gas giants here!

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