I’m having a fantastic glass of Clos du Bois 2004 (or two)…a feat I generally only take on about once in a 3-4 month cycle….along with a flaming rant or two.
So here’s my quarterly Rant-page.
I need these occasionally – I know I’m just grieving my yearning to be loved, devoured, desired.
But I do hope you enjoy it with the same dark humor I have!
If you had a terminal disease, what would you do to die complete?
I got news for ya’, we all have a terminal disease –
it’s called Life.
100% mortality rate.
Tomorrow’s not promised to you.
What are you waiting for???
“What else do you want to know about me?”
For the 10th time, you say.
What?? It’s getting a little bit old.
That’s very funny, Casanova.
Ever heard, “make it all about her”?
Here’s your question –
What do you think you have
to open me
than every other emotional/spiritual 12-year-old
who wants to be up inside me?
You’re so funny, Narcissismo.
I’m so sick of
I say I’m poly – he says he’s sad.
I won’t mother his fears – now he’s hurt and mad
I can’t open my mouth without him collapsing!
What’s so painful
that death can’t conquer it?
Please figure out how to burn through it
Find your freedom
Don’t bury it. Burn through it to Transcendance.
In other words –
Get a freaking backbone!
I have more, but I think that’s quite enough for now.
LOL ok one more – all my fave music in one fell swoop: