I've roleplayed with few people but I enjoy it quite a bit. I haven't done it in a long while and would like to get back in that groove especially for writing sake. However, it would be nice to have another person there giving a different perspective, insight and energy into the random story.

I do not play by any rules. I like an open format. Free for all. Just go with whatever's on the top of your head!

So...anyone?

Danny and I went out to a bar with some bikers we know. Mostly Danny wanted to play harmonica with a blues band he liked and me, well I came armed with my notebook and a pen in hopes of some inspiration. I ended up having two long island iced teas the entire night and I notice, as I got more and more inebriated my writing became more and more hostile toward men...but I suppose that's normal in a bar. I also become more self centered lol. Anyway, I 'm writing these in the order they were written so you can see the path and also these are unedited...straight off the top of my head. I may or may not edit them ever.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------


Their music was loud, vibrant and lively. The women curled their bodies to and fro as they danced, mesmerized by the music. Music that spoke of loss, life and it's hardships but how despite all that they kept on and on. Living. Being. Existing. The music was as hard and as gritty as their lives could be at times but also could carry the most beautiful sounds reflecting the pleasures and beauty they could still see and enjoy. Most often the women would join in groups dancing and getting drunk off a combination of the music and alcohol. The men watched close by the edges of the sensual frenzy. It was in these times the people could let loose and finally be free and express themselves. They felt wild yet safe surrounded by their kinsmen and music. They accepted and embraced the pain and pleasure that were their lives. They were free from the numbness of their modern society. They were truly alive.


---------------------
As the dying embers struggle to hold onto their last glow
So we struggle and fight to be who we are
Who we want to be
Letting loose of ourselves so we may feel our own warmth
Know our own dying light
Come together with those other fading embers
And as a whole burn more brightly
And burn on forever.

-------------------------------

Pain, discomfiture
Scream it out.
Release it with one long breath
Make the heavens aware
And make hell scared
Alive I am!
I feel the pain and know
Fractured pieces still moving
Still breathing
This life is mine and I will not let it slip easily from my hands
Oh dear Life and Death
You take and take
But I shall not give you an inch.
I'll enjoy this life of mine
It may be the only one I have.

------------------------------------------
The drunk fading into their thoughts guided by the music of heartache and defeat
Yet they can feel invincible to it all
For the moment hte words of the music is their life story
While others dwell and are subdued
Others raise their laughter in defiance and denial
Lovers and strangers alike dance the dance of intimiates
They all want a moment of happiness
Of glory
Of love
Of attention
Of affection
And with the music, for these moments it can be all theirs
Conversations of what has happened and what will be
Opinions and self righteousness theirs for the taking
We all just want a small piece of love
To be together as some sort of one.
To be surrounded by those we love
To be in our element
Beautiful and hideous
Inside and out
We're all exposed and hoping someone will accept it.

------------------------------------------------
Fat bottom girls
Ain't nothing but the large asses swingin'

----------------------------------

Males.
Watch out when they're intoxicated
They lose all sense of reason
Lose all sense of propriety
But they can still learn
If you but give them the command
For the most part they are harmless
Seeking only those that would invite them in
My lips are numb
My limbs are fluid
But still I never let them in
They may see but will never know more than a glimpse
Fuel for my fodder
All these strangers are

-----------------------------------------
Drink after drink
But I'll never relinquish my senses
Only one may relives those
I am not weak
I am not susceptible
I am grounded even in this drunken state
I am aware
And I remain stronger
The walls build higher and higher with every sip
Only small windows shall you see through
I am the odd one out
The one they cannot have.

------------------------------------
I may come off as distant
But I want you to suffer from no illusions
There is no chance
There is no promise
I have a life I'm quite content with
And there's no room for you.
I have no need for you
I have all that I could want
But ever man needs his whore
And you'll have to find her elsewhere
At best I'll lose control over my cigarette
But never my body to you

Let me just start with mentioning that my dog Ace suffers from heat and flea allergies. In simple terms, both cause him to go insane with biting and chewing and he tears his fur out leaving him looking hairless in spots. Over the years I've managed to get this under some control with Promeris flea drops and a Cortizone shot once a year which is at the beginning of summer or whenever the heat really starts to get intense. Some years he's needed two as those are the only things that really calm his itching. There were times when he literally had a baboon butt because there was no hair and it was red from irritation. Also oatmeal shampoo and tea tree oil conditioner have shown to help him greatly.

Soo...the poor guy has been suffering the past few days and the whining has become...well, insufferable. Also vet recommends i don't bathe him more than once a month so the waiting was tedious. Today I finally got him in the bathtub. I think as much as he dreads being wet he really loves the scratchdown. Also, end of last month a friend gave me Frontline to put on him since I was broke and couldn't afford anything. Well I bathe him and I begin to see why he's suffering. Fleas I hadn't seen before are poppin gup everywhere as the soap suds cause them to freak out and come out. I was apalled at the number of fleas. So he got an extra good scrubdown on every inch of himself. I did my best to kill every flea on him.

The point in all this is I think Frontline is crap, at least for us. I know flea drops do not keep fleas off your pet, they simply kill them when they ingest the medication through the blood. But Promeris seemed to keep the population down and they didn't cover him like I saw today. So, since we have money in the bank he is getting some Promeris today. Also, I'll need to go around and spray the house with some kick ass stuff I got from the vet. It's expensive but it works and since I have little to no carpet in my home it goes a long way. Btw, carpet is disgusting. Wood and tile FTW!

Anyway, I feel better after the bath as I know Ace does to. So, now to get on with tackling the battle with fleas. I do not believe we're infested as we're not getting bitten but better to be careful.

Btw, for anyone curious, Ace is 13 years old and white shepherd/malamute mix. He is orignally from Eureka Springs, AR the town notorious for gays, stoners and liberals. Have I mentioned I love that town??? He was a street dog there and after Danny got him many people said they'd seen him before wandering around. He's been an excellent companion so let's hope I can keep him as comfortable and as healthy as possible!

Sorry, this ended up waaay longer than I planned.

So the big day is tomorrow. The big fuss. The big uproar over the President corrupting the minds of our children. I believe I read that this transcript was released TODAY which if that is true, leads me to believe that people have been reacting to something they knew NOTHING about. So, here's the link to the transcript.

Presidential Address to Students - Transcript

Doesn't seem as scary as they made it out to be.

Oh and another thing, what better way to teach your children about education than to pull them out of school.And what better way to teach them to think for themselves than to think for them on such an issue. And since when did we treat our President with such disrespect as to say things like he is disrupting class? Disrupting fucking class? He's the goddamn president. That means something.

I'm just appalled at the lack of respect that is being shown in this country right now. Whether you like him or not, he holds a position of respect. Feel free to voice your opinions and thoughts but when he talks, you listen. You can't tell me that if he entered a room you wouldn't stop and look.