Slipping

[meccahi]

Empty. Silent. Ashes are not always Grey.

When winter sets in it seems the emotions lay low. All those that is except lust and lonliness.. and perhaps a glancing of bitterness.
But I'd rather not think about that. I have too much of the optimist in me.
But I still want my dreams back. They've been lacking and somewhat in absentia of late. As well as inspiriation. I know there is a connection. I don't want to push things..but my patience is wearing Tiffany thin..

Work... is work. It pays well. Pays better than anything I've had in the past from a shmoe job. Guess I should keep it as long as I can.. but these hours are truly gay with a capital Fuck You.

Same goes to The Ex.

I must say I really do love the penis. There is no way for me to be a lesbian. I LOVE the Cock.
Like I said.. Lust is running heavy lately.

I also think that working saps my energy so much that creativity gets killed. I hate that. But I do like being able to pay for things with my own money.

Rar. Short and pointless update... but I know more must follow..