Careening corners and skidding stops, blasting vibrations and crisp punches landed upon the ear drum. Blurs sneak deftly past, a tunnel of chaos. Floored by thumping hearts, perspiring brows, speeding their way towards the unknown. Smelling the energy, feeling the pulsating power, drugged by adrenaline, a slave to its authority. Tightly gripping the leather, touching, grasping, dearly the circle of life, that holds the line between exhilaration and decimation. Controlled explosions masked by glitz and shine, sexual curves and lines cover rippling muscles, defined by bold geometry. Angrily snorting, huffing and puffing, tensed for the thrill; chills down the spine, masterfully advancing toward the finish line. The machine absorbing the intentions of the commander, becoming a vessel of the masculine hormonal urges. A machine no more, as the vital fluids rush throughout the pipes, feeding the angry eyes that shine wide ahead, illuminating the night. Second by second, minutes pass; two sets of eyes in unison, devouring each other, devouring the night, the road, the rubber, leave no trace.
How fun!
When nothing makes sense, and you're searching for answers to the deep questions of life, this blog probably won't help. These are merely writings that have no basis in reality. If you enjoy surrealist paintings, these are attempts to paint them with words. It's all a bunch of bullshit, though.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Entry 4: Contentment
Skidding blissfully across the silky smooth glass. Fuzzy mind of contentment. Lazily letting the invisibility play and dance with your hand. Eyes to the sky, scanning idly, not settling upon any one thing. Encircled by enriching warmth, the whole earth slowing down. Energy focusing in the mind, radiating peaceful tranquility, a void once now filled. What more is there than this? Small wafts of deliciousness float, skip, float, encompassing the omnipresent beauty.
Muscles lethargically contract, bringing cool liquid pleasure. Water tumbling down, warm, soft, and comforting, feathery touch of divinity. Tickling the sensitive receptors in the center, creating a fruitful organic cornucopia of ease. Fall into the gentle embrace and let it carry you away.
Muscles lethargically contract, bringing cool liquid pleasure. Water tumbling down, warm, soft, and comforting, feathery touch of divinity. Tickling the sensitive receptors in the center, creating a fruitful organic cornucopia of ease. Fall into the gentle embrace and let it carry you away.
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