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Old skooly <3

Common reaction...

He slipped into her lover's body. It would be easier, quieter with a familiar face. He laid there for a moment, watching her, wondering what it was that had her so entranced. A pang of guilt almost stopped him from rising slowly to his feet...almost stopped him. His footsteps were mute to her ears, she wore the Skullcandy headphones snuggly on her ears, pushing back her wild morning hair...

He inched forward, like the predator he had become. He knew with one precise motion it would be over. Hovering closer, he smelled the remanence of her lavender perfume from last night. It stung him, close to this human's heart. This body he'd taken over, one of the pitfalls of using such a personal technique. He shoveled the thoughts of remorse further back into his mind, knowing fully that this was his job and there was no way around it.

He felt a single bead of sweat form at the nape of his neck and make the slow descent down his bare chest. Time was running short, with one careful movement he wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind. Her head tilted back, a long, wide smile spread across her face. She was welcoming his warmth, a face, belonging to a man so close and tender to her heart there was no reservation in the intimate gesture.

Grabbing tighter, he slowly moved his arms up her body, releasing enough for his hands to slide onto her fragile, human neck...her eyes fell back to the computer screen, a slight sigh escaping her lips. She was unaware of the underlying undertone, too wrapped up in a lover's embrace. He leaned forward, putting his face to the crown of her head kissing firmly atop her raven black hair. He mused her, then broke her.
He broke her into a thousand tiny pieces...

Her limp body, slid slightly forward in the chair, lifeless, unmoving. Once again, he had done his job, flawlessly without effort.

He returned her lover's body back to the bed, let it fall into a sleeping position. Slowly regaining the life that had been put on pause. He used others without regret, framed them without thought.

He hovered above the bedroom, looking once at her sleeping lover and again at her. Unmoving, dead.

He was a reaper. There was no room for compassion.
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"Dreams Like That" - 7.11.2009 - 6am - xo, K



"Common Reaction" -UhHuhHer <3

I am so tired of the popularity contest in real life and virtually. Who cares how many people follow you? I fucking don't :)

and corrupting your judgement." -Orson Scott Card

"Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone you love is a hostage, sapping your courage

I love love love that in this day and age, anything can be posted via txt msg :) SMS ftw baby. PS- go Lakers!!

And all the words I need to hear from you...

katie,

i don't know what happened to you inside. maybe you hurt cause i was far. whatever the case u have ur reasons. i just know that it is put off too long wayyyyyyyyy fucking long for us not even to share a weekend together.

you mean a LOT to me katie. that has never changed and i dont want it to change. i am at the end of my rope tho. we have to like meet up before the new year.

i am game no bs. so if u have money probs or whatever thats cool. ill come out. i dont care where u are. i will come and chill with my sidekick. i would be cheating life if i dont ever get the chance to share the same space as you... to share the same laughter with u... to watch the same movie with u and lastly to just chilllaax and just act stupid with u face to face. 2 see ur smile in person and to give ya a hug when ur down or happy ... or for no reason at all would give me completion.

katie its like soul shit. maaaadddddddddddd complementary. i feel it and can never ignore it. ever. shit i dont want to. i been there and talked about with u many times. shit to ignore that would be ignoring the best part about being on this earth.

katie i could go on and on. but i don't want to type it out or say it over the phone. i just want it to happen and it will so u will be seeing my face soon. be strong girl. u owe it to yourself the world isn't a sucky place its awesome. sometimes u feel and get hit hard with the dirty sucky ass horrible shit so u just feel more alive when things finally turn for the tide. some heads get crapped on more than others. i dunno why its just the way it is.

i miss u katie all the time. and so many times when im done work or feeling down i wish you were like right down the street. i have learned to live with it. but i do get offended when u say just leave u be and dont care. because if i said the same thing i would hope you wouldnt just leave me be or dont care.

i dont even care if ur into me romantically or attracted to me katie. i just want to be ur sidekick. and u for me. u became a part of me katie. (my eyes r glossy as imtypin this) and .. if something were to ever happen to u somethin inside of me that is soo true to me..a main part of my essence.. would die too. i dont want to be a cold personbkatie i dont. u r my snugglez and it kills me right now thinking of u that u r so far and upset. it eats at me real bad. i would hope me telling u this shows how much u r worth to somebody's life.

so please lets arrange a date or something we can chill. like i said ill come out. somethin tells me ur not so hype on seeing me and i dunno why. because if u wanted it bad enuff u would have made it happen. maybe i am wrong. at least i hope i am.

im gonna go lay on the sofa and think about u now and pass out.

NO OTHER GIRL OR PERSON CAN REPLACE YOU AS MY SIDEKICK KATIE! NO ONE>!

I LOVE YOU. -XXX
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Falling sky grows darker every day,
the moonlight fading as you walk away.
All the roads that lead me to your heart...
have gone astray.

My hands are tied behind my back,
and I’m weakened by, your slow attack,
you take me in, then change your mind again.

Your spinning wheel won't lead me to your view,
and all the words I need to hear from you...
holding on, but I guess I'm out of luck
...and still in LOVE with you.

My hands are tied behind my back,
and I’m weakened by, your slow attack,
you take me in, then change your mind again.

Hold my face in your hands, look into my eyes...
so I understand all the thoughts inside your mind.
Tell me it's time...

My hands are tied behind my back,
and I’m weakened by, your slow attack,
you take me in, then change your mind again.
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Loves an excuse to get hurt.
-circa 2006-

Aint it funny...

when you can truly smile and be happy for someone other than yourself, especially after the heartache.

I want to elaborate, maybe later today... :)

I am happy that you are finally happy.
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Several hours later lol...back from a long day of Easter egg hunts with family, friends and good food <3

I have so much fun with the people closest to my heart, who know and love me for who I am...all day errrrday...

which brings me back to this blog. I happened across something today that made me smile and think to myself how lucky I am and how lucky we all are to find peace in those we love.

There were days that would go by, that I thought I would never truly be happy and truly have someone to call my other...then my eyes opened and there he was, my bisou, my heart, my world.

I have never felt so much UNCONDITIONAL love for someone as I do for him, my heart aches for him and I give into him. I have given my whole heart to him and I have seen that someone who was once very dear to me has found this very same thing in someone else...

I am elated. I never thought the day would come that I would so selflessly share in the joy for another person in love. But I am, grinning from ear to ear :)

Today was an amazing day, tomorrow is an amazing day.

xo, K



The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how:
The clouds above opened up and let it out.

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.

Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing floodlands to your door
Have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

So come on, come on
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"Transatlanticism" Death Cab for Cutie

Long time coming...

Been a little bit, lost touch for awhile...lol literally took me 30mins to figure out how to get my log-in info back :P

But I have, obviously.

What to say, what to say. Joined Twitter today/tonight, I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the thought of finally giving in. I guess it caught my attention when Mike said he'd reg'd just so no one could take his 'username' :) Decent idea if I don't say so myself...hence the recent dive into pop culture phenom again :gag:

Oooh well to each his own, I'll be addicted in no time I'm sure. BTW am making a list of all my usernames/log-in's as we speak since I'm aging and remembering every silly site I've clung to over the past few years is nearly impossible.


On to something more substantial, with substance?!

I haven't written Justin again since my 1st attempt was rejected...OMG perfume?! Really it's now not in the best of interest of anyone for a letter to smell of perfume...MY GOD, what a travesty. The 'shock and aww' of it all was quite damning to my psyche, if that's the word I'm looking for. Anyways...I've written, pages and pages even after I couldn't figure out how to accept a phone call from him I wrote. I wrote to say 'I'm sorry' for being such a shitty penpal, I wrote to update, I wrote because I missed his words...I just wrote to write. LOL at grammar.

The point is I wrote and I said things like 'Oooh I'll mail this for sure' and now it's several weeks later and I haven't found my way to the PO and now instead of actually writing like the un-shitty person I think I am, I'm writing on this ancient blog about writing instead of writing to him. BLAH. It's all BLAH...



and I'm not going to say 'Oooh I'll write now and send it off later today' because I'm sure I won't.

I suck at keeping in touch via old fashioned pen to paper love.

I don't know what else to say now, except that I'm glad to have found my way back to this blog, my blog.


Write soon. xo K

"Do You Still Want Some Head..."

-- Thanks to Greg for writing this piece inspired by the picture below <3 --



I wiped the glare from my eyes, as she sat on the side of the bed, in her hand was an object, revealing the skull of a man's head. I paused to speak; the fear did begin to creep down my spine to the tips of my feet.
Remembering how she joked of killing her prey, with the skills of a black widow, in her passionate love play. I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling, as her tongue creased the curves of my stomach, her touch was of sexual healing.
Her eyes were cold and deep with care, as I reached out to touch of her silky black hair. She pushed me back down on my back, climbing upon me as a lioness preparing to attack, my heart pounding to a similar pack with this queen from hell, this I must tell, for her fragrance was of a spell binding smell, and still those eyes, those eyes upon me they fell down into my soul. For as she spoke, I did obey, to her every command I was her slave of ecstasy's array.

She started to remove her black blouse slowly as she wiggled upon me, in a childish but sexy way. My manhood was on a rise, as if it had a mind of it's own, for in my heart was fear, of this lady in black who continued to draw near.
She whispered, "I won’t hurt you, unless you want me to?" I thought to my self, what am I to do? "Can I touch them?" The words slipped pass my lips, referring to her now exposed, perfectly round and firm breast, with the pointy tips.
White suckles like carnation milk, waiting to be engulfed by my watering mouth. Placing her hand behind my head, she leaned forward as to nourish me as a baby being fed, with milk. As my mouth began to fill with her juices running down my chin, I thought to myself, she must be an angel, fallen from heaven or one up from hell, because this must be a sin?
She lowered my head so gentle back to the bed, as the room began to spin slowly as I encountered flashes of red. She climbed down to stand at the side of the bed, smiling with those eyes, she softly said, "I want your body, your soul you may keep", "when we finish making love, you will fall into a deep sleep". "If you awaken, your life you were allowed to keep, now close your eyes and try not to peek".

Fuck this, I thought as I tried to move, but my body was numb to my command, what must I do? The milk from her breast were as laced with cocaine, I had no control of my soul, nor my brain, seems as if nothing remain. She moved to a tune, that only she could hear, as she removed the rest of her clothes, oh my dear. This Goddess was so fine that I began to shake, trying to reach out to touch what only God could make. That’s when I realized that all of my body wasn’t incapacitated, as the bulge below began to get eradicated. She leaned over me, bending at the waist and kissed the helmet shaped head so infatuated. That my eyes began to roll back in my head, like I was totally debilitated, from the milky delight, that I suckled from her nipples.
As her lips parted, to slide down the shaft of my enormous tool, I noticed that she had pulled up a stepping stool. To help her adjust for an even stroke, as she tried to engulf the fullness and began to choke. The plunging of her head, in harmony with her sway, brought a smile to my face, as the brightness of a sunny day. She sucked so gently with rhyme that encases all time, as my heartbeat quickened my fluid entwine to that helmet of mine.

Like the gust of an oil well, my cream did cum; filling her entire mouth flowing out was some. Down her chin, dropping to my pubic hair, her pumping so frantic as if she didn’t even care, that she was sucking the life right out of me, if I were able to move, I wonder if I would flee?
The sucking sound had stopped, everything ceased to be, and she wiped her chin clean and stared eagerly at me. "Are you still in the land of the living?" Her words soft toned to my ears. This is only the beginning of a journey worth giving.

Being the poet that I am, I don’t understand why I hadn’t caught on to her plan, to seduce the man who she had entrapped in her hand, like the skull of those before. The spider sucks the life from its mate, as she has done to me. One more round of that and my life is through. So let me think fast, if I’m going to last, through this night of sexual bliss, until daybreak comes with a new morning mist.
Come here I requested, sit across here as for me to taste, with your long sexy legs spread wide, knees on each side, and your hidden valley above my face. The words flowed smoothly as my mind began to unwind, my thoughts so divine, for this Goddess was so fine. When she was in place, for me to lick her in that place, that would cause her to embrace with those silky thighs, the side of my face. My tongue crossed over her clit back and forth until she moaned "Oh Shit", "This is it", "don’t stop". Her hips began to dip, up and down. As my skillful tongue slid in and out of her pussy so wet, I would bet that she had came at least three times already. The sweet taste of her love juice, had a spell-binding cause, that made me pause and then just locked my lips over the entrance of her mounds, rapidly inserting my tongue into her hole, like a miner drilling for gold. The movement of her pump slowed down and increased again, as my lips held on, as releasing was a sin. Her honey pot rewarded me with honey for days, her cries for me to stop, ignited a blaze in my mouth as I felt the weight of her limp body down upon my face, my how sweet her pussy did taste.

She pulled herself up and stood at the side of the bed; silent for a moment she soon began to speak.
"You have earned a second chance to live this day, but when you leave this place, come not back this way". "For my venom is deadly like a scorpion upon its prey, when you awaken, you must leave have nothing to say". She stood over me and looked deep into my eyes, as I felt my soul leaving this body my eyes closed slowly.
I wiped the glare from my eyes, as she sat on the side of the bed, in her hand was an object, revealing the skull of a man’s head. I paused to speak; the fear did begin to creep down my spine to the tips of my feet. Then I remembered her words
"when you awaken, you must leave have nothing to say". But that skull in her hands, some poor fellow didn’t know the power of giving good head.

Unpublished work
Copyright © 2008 by Gregory L. Ransom
Aka: Poet Master