Sex. I'm driven by this need. Sometimes I feel like a preditor even though I'm starving I pass up the weak and timid. It is the strong and wild I wish to devour, but I'm not a good enough hunter. A few years ago I fooled myself into thinking the most amazing sex would lead to a perfect relationship. I wrote poetry describing the spritual side of sex. Did I over dramatize it? I think so. I'm wondering if I'll ever have a relationship where love and sex collide. It makes me think because of the relationship I had with my ex-wife that I'm the one to blame. I must place too much importance on the thrill of making love.

Art. The ultimate expression of art when bodies slither into each other. Perfume and cologne scents mix while fingers tantalize bare skin. This is where I'm consumed by desire. I'm lost with the thought of what I want to experience. The touch, sounds and taste of sex drives me to go further than I've ever gone before, but yet I'm wondering if she is at the same place. This musing doesn't last very long because I'm too eager to explore her body. I don't want to be inhibited. Let me do what I want and you'll feel good. Yet there is an apprehension in her body. And while we continue down the same reliable path something in the back of my consciousness wonders what it would have been like if she would have been free.

Imagination is a wonderful thing. It is the only place where perfection is achieved. Life is full of imperfection. Smoothing it down to a workable solution seems all I ever do only to have to resurface. It leads me to believe that I'm not going to find this kind of situation unless I continue to dream it up. I guess it is why I strive to write. At least on paper it can't go too horribly wrong....

cya laterz

Chuck Norris. What is the freaking humor in this? If you haven't heard about the latest internet fad, check this site out. I can see a little bit of humor of this, but this is spreading around the 'Net faster than a virus. Well I'm beginning to believe this is becoming the new type of virus, but there isn't a software fix for it. I can't find a Chuck Norris setting on my firewall to block the stupid jokes.

Last Monday when I was at basketball, one of the guys started to spout the Chuckisms. I couldn't believe it. I suspect it will run its course like the pet rock did back in the day. I certainly hope so, because if this is what passes for humor these days, then I'm thinking our society is in sorry shape. Whatever happened to the good ol' days when Jim Carey talked out of his ass....Well maybe we've never been in great shape....

cya laterz

I'm sitting in a hotel in the middle of Wausau, WI. The HBO theme song blares in the background as it introduces the movie, "Ray". Its the third week in a row I've been up here. I have XML bouncing on my mind. Those stupid resolutions try to wedge there way into my conscious thought, but I beat them to a pulp becausae I'm too lazy to do anything about them. So I thought I'd open up my blog and blurp some things onto the vast Internet.

I often wonder if I have a ton more readers of this thing than I think. Not like I mind or not, but it wouldn't be cool that some strange idiot in Wisconsin has a large, secret reader base. I'm sure that isn't going to happen, but it is one of many happy thoughts that get me through the day.

Blips of happy thoughts to get through the day. Do you have these things that make your day go by? Like watching a beautiful woman walk by. You may not know her name, but her walk mesermizes your heart and the scent of perfume grasps your imagination by the balls and pulls you upwards. You don't get up, because they have laws about stalking. Its over as soon as it started.

These things get me through the day. And yet I'm left with a pastey taste in my mouth because those things just don't satisfy me. Guess I better go get a piece of chocolate cake.

cya laterz

I've had about three different kinds of posts in the past week or so, but they all seemed quite distressed and hokay. Death and hatred and how they related to little ol' me. I'm not going to be surprised if this post becomes a topic on one or both, but I've either resisted or didn't feel I had enough experience to speak about either one.

Take death for example, its not like I've died and I know what it is like so I can comment on it. Rather I've had the strange feelings (espicially at night) when it creeps up on me and I wonder what it will be like when I die. I have no memory of life before I was born (heck before I was 5 or 6), so what is it going to be when I die? There are many theories and beliefs about the afterlife so it is hard to understand which one to believe.

Then there is this whole thing about Hate. What makes a man(or woman) become so filled with raw hatred that they are willing to die for the cause? I guess if you view it in reverse we have young men and women dying for our country as well, but a rational person would realize the difference between the two. What makes a person strap on explosives and walk into a crowded area and denotate themselves to kill and wound as many innocent bystanders as they can? I can think of many other extreme examples like what drives someone to kill their spouse? It amazes me what people will do because they hate someone or something else.

cya laterz

It's January 3rd already! Where has this year gone?? Oh yeah that's right I've spent it watching Battlestar Galactica i'm hooked. I think its the best Sci-Fi show in forever. Yes my friends, geeks and nerds, I think it is better than even Star Trek (even the older NG shows).

Season three starts this Friday and I need to buy and watch season two before then. What ever am I going to do? I don't think I have the time and the end of season one almost made me wet my pants from surprise. I hope the writers continue with the clever plot developments and twists. I am pretty interested on how they explain a lot of things that has happened so far. Which of course is why I want to continue to watch it. I hope I'm not fed some bullshit story like the end of War of the Worlds.

Again happy fracking new year!

cya laterz