"i couldn't disagree with you less."
regarding life:"it is an inside job." form meg & chris live at Carnegie hall
"never reject an idea:
because it seems impossible---
because you won't get the credit---
or
just because you see something wrong with it!"
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
in anticipation of you...
loved your email...
you assertive bottom...
you wrote:
"Got your art. Loved all of it, especially the pencil drawings...
I want to make Your fantasies cum true..."
you left more than just my mind a stir---
it will be both our pleasure when i rim your for sure.
i'll have taht silk cord ready...
and get some clothes pins for our play---
now, if my poor word smithing
'got u hard and wet..."
you safe word being red---
i so hope to give you a fuck that you'll never forget...
i'll kiss you when we've
gotten up the last stair...
pull you in my room
and off with your shirt
pardon my boldness,
but i am a romantic flirt...
then mouth you---
ears,
neck,
shoulders,
chest,
tits,
tummy,
and belly button;
while unbuttoning your jeans...
then shuck them to the floor
and push you on my bed...
lick your cock...
suckel your nuts...
lift up your legs over my head...
tongue your man seam..
and rim your ass as in our dream...
then roughly turn you over...
doggy style and plug your hole,
prolong our pleasures my fervent goal...
and as at last we are just about spent
i'll lift you up so your back is at my chest
then play with a tit---
and grip your nut .
our futures to invest.
we shoot..
you in the air
and i deep in your butt,
then pull out abruptly---
flip you over, so you were as before.
lap up your seed...
for this i adore...
breathing in your satyr's scent...
then howl and praise the Lord
of all of us who are bent----
loved your email...
you assertive bottom...
you wrote:
"Got your art. Loved all of it, especially the pencil drawings...
I want to make Your fantasies cum true..."
you left more than just my mind a stir---
it will be both our pleasure when i rim your for sure.
i'll have taht silk cord ready...
and get some clothes pins for our play---
now, if my poor word smithing
'got u hard and wet..."
you safe word being red---
i so hope to give you a fuck that you'll never forget...
i'll kiss you when we've
gotten up the last stair...
pull you in my room
and off with your shirt
pardon my boldness,
but i am a romantic flirt...
then mouth you---
ears,
neck,
shoulders,
chest,
tits,
tummy,
and belly button;
while unbuttoning your jeans...
then shuck them to the floor
and push you on my bed...
lick your cock...
suckel your nuts...
lift up your legs over my head...
tongue your man seam..
and rim your ass as in our dream...
then roughly turn you over...
doggy style and plug your hole,
prolong our pleasures my fervent goal...
and as at last we are just about spent
i'll lift you up so your back is at my chest
then play with a tit---
and grip your nut .
our futures to invest.
we shoot..
you in the air
and i deep in your butt,
then pull out abruptly---
flip you over, so you were as before.
lap up your seed...
for this i adore...
breathing in your satyr's scent...
then howl and praise the Lord
of all of us who are bent----
JOEY
my furry otter, archene's son
weave out our history
in taestry yarn...
i'll choose the fine scotish linens
and you the china pattern.
we will sew each other's wedding robes,
thestand in apollo's temple
and there proclaim our love...
i'll pipe out a song for you
you'll reciete a p
then we'll sail the seven seas
and ride in ballons abov french wineries
and wailk the acnient drominade of the clets
worship a panthaeon in the temples of old...
in egypt, india, japan and perut
then etch in the earth's hard mantle our love that's true.
and after years together
at last we'll die
and the gods of olympus
in the heavens above
will name the consilations for our love
12/04/2003
the golden verse of pythagoras
interpreted by Althea Northage-Orr
Pay honor first to the Immortal Gods,
As order hath established Their Choirs;
Reverence the Oath,
The Heroes great and good
Revere thou nest,
and earth’s good Geniuses, paying honor as are due.
Honor thy parents and thy next of kin;
Of others – make the Virtuous thy friends;
yeild to their gentle word, their timely acts,
nor for a petty fault take back your love.
Bear what thou canst;
Power cometh at one’s need.
Know this for truth, and learn to conquer theses:
Thy belly first, sloth, luxury and rage.
Do nothing base with others or alone;
and above all things, thine own self respect.
Next practice justice in thy word and deed
and learn to act unreasonalby in naught;
but know that all must die.
wealth comes and goes—
Of ills the Goddess Fortune gives to us
bear meekly thy lot,
and greive at it,
but cure it as thou canst.
Remember this:
Fate gives the least of evil to the Good.
Many the reasonings that on our ears fall,
both good & bad..
admire not all of such,
nor shun them neither.
If one speaks flase be calm.
And practice ever this that I now say:
let no one’s word or deed seduce thee
to do or say, snything not in thy best good.
First think, then act,
Lest foolish be thy deed.
Unhappy are those who thoughtless act and speak.
And that which vexes do not do,
Do nothing you do not understand;
and learn to love what is good,
then sweet will be thy life.
Nor should you your body’s health neglect,
But give it food nd drink
and exercise in measure,
that is, to cause it no distress.
Decent without van show thy way of life;
By unmeet expenses like one who envious make
Nor niggard be: In all the Mean is best.
Do that which cannot harm thee.
When first thou doth from soothing sleep uprise
Hasten about thy day’s intended work;
Nor suffer sleep to fll on thy soft lids
Till thrice tho hast each act of the day recalled.
How have I sinned? What done?
What duty misses?
Go through them first to last,
And if they seem good rejoice,
If evil, reproach thyself.
Toil at and practice this: this must thou love,
This to the path of Heavenly Virtue leadss.
By the One who gave us the Tetractys to our soul.
Fount of Eturnal Nature this I swear; begin thy work,
first having prayed to the Gods to accomplish it.
Thou, having mastered this,
That essence of God and mortal men shalt know
Which all things permeates and all obey.
And thou shalt know that Law have established
the inner nature of all things alike.
And thou shalt know for what cannot be,
Nor aught that is impossible shall escape thee.
Thou shalt know
Self - chosen are the woes that fall us.
How wretched! For we see not good so near
Nor hearken to its voice – few only know the pathways of Deliverance from Ill!
For Fate doth blind us all,
who up and down,
with countless woes are carried by her wheel,
and bitter strife companions us
and does us secret harm.
Provoke it not, O Humans!
But only yield and in yielding find escape.
O Father Zeus, t’would free from countless ills
Did thou but show what Genius works in each!
But courage! We are the children of the Gods,
and sacred Nature all things hid reveals.
And if the Mysteries have part in thee
thou shall prevail in all bade thee do,
and thoroughly cured,
shall save thy soul from toil.
Eat not the foods prescribed,
And use discretion in lustral rites
And the freeing of thy soul.
Establish high that soul
that best of chairoteers.
and if at length, leaving behind thy body
thus dost come to the free Upper Air,
then shalt thou be
deathless,
divine,
a mortal one no more.
As order hath established Their Choirs;
Reverence the Oath,
The Heroes great and good
Revere thou nest,
and earth’s good Geniuses, paying honor as are due.
Honor thy parents and thy next of kin;
Of others – make the Virtuous thy friends;
yeild to their gentle word, their timely acts,
nor for a petty fault take back your love.
Bear what thou canst;
Power cometh at one’s need.
Know this for truth, and learn to conquer theses:
Thy belly first, sloth, luxury and rage.
Do nothing base with others or alone;
and above all things, thine own self respect.
Next practice justice in thy word and deed
and learn to act unreasonalby in naught;
but know that all must die.
wealth comes and goes—
Of ills the Goddess Fortune gives to us
bear meekly thy lot,
and greive at it,
but cure it as thou canst.
Remember this:
Fate gives the least of evil to the Good.
Many the reasonings that on our ears fall,
both good & bad..
admire not all of such,
nor shun them neither.
If one speaks flase be calm.
And practice ever this that I now say:
let no one’s word or deed seduce thee
to do or say, snything not in thy best good.
First think, then act,
Lest foolish be thy deed.
Unhappy are those who thoughtless act and speak.
And that which vexes do not do,
Do nothing you do not understand;
and learn to love what is good,
then sweet will be thy life.
Nor should you your body’s health neglect,
But give it food nd drink
and exercise in measure,
that is, to cause it no distress.
Decent without van show thy way of life;
By unmeet expenses like one who envious make
Nor niggard be: In all the Mean is best.
Do that which cannot harm thee.
When first thou doth from soothing sleep uprise
Hasten about thy day’s intended work;
Nor suffer sleep to fll on thy soft lids
Till thrice tho hast each act of the day recalled.
How have I sinned? What done?
What duty misses?
Go through them first to last,
And if they seem good rejoice,
If evil, reproach thyself.
Toil at and practice this: this must thou love,
This to the path of Heavenly Virtue leadss.
By the One who gave us the Tetractys to our soul.
Fount of Eturnal Nature this I swear; begin thy work,
first having prayed to the Gods to accomplish it.
Thou, having mastered this,
That essence of God and mortal men shalt know
Which all things permeates and all obey.
And thou shalt know that Law have established
the inner nature of all things alike.
And thou shalt know for what cannot be,
Nor aught that is impossible shall escape thee.
Thou shalt know
Self - chosen are the woes that fall us.
How wretched! For we see not good so near
Nor hearken to its voice – few only know the pathways of Deliverance from Ill!
For Fate doth blind us all,
who up and down,
with countless woes are carried by her wheel,
and bitter strife companions us
and does us secret harm.
Provoke it not, O Humans!
But only yield and in yielding find escape.
O Father Zeus, t’would free from countless ills
Did thou but show what Genius works in each!
But courage! We are the children of the Gods,
and sacred Nature all things hid reveals.
And if the Mysteries have part in thee
thou shall prevail in all bade thee do,
and thoroughly cured,
shall save thy soul from toil.
Eat not the foods prescribed,
And use discretion in lustral rites
And the freeing of thy soul.
Establish high that soul
that best of chairoteers.
and if at length, leaving behind thy body
thus dost come to the free Upper Air,
then shalt thou be
deathless,
divine,
a mortal one no more.
Monday, December 4, 2006
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