A Dream Within a Dream~

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream. E.A. Poe

Ah, but how does one wake up from a dream within a dream?  You can't. You have entered a loop. If you woke up, where would you be? If still in a dream, how would you see? Would you believe that two and two are three or would you run for the door screaming that it is four! What if when you opened the door, the outside world were a corridor? Would you check all the doors, elevators, and such or flee down the stairs while going up as much? ~ March 28, 2012

I didn't want to do it, but...

The hate factor goes on and on. To think that I would be nice enough to extend friendship so that I would no longer hate nor be hated by my boyfriend’s ex snot cloth. Oh, do let me explain a snot cloth. A snot cloth is a fuck friend that you use and discard. They are good for a fuck, a movie, and some dinner, but that is the extent of it. He is still her friend, but the friendship is non-sexual and thus limited to the balance of things a snot cloth can do when she is not being spastic or a plain ol’ pain in the ass. Yup, it is limited to dinner and a movie. When it comes to movies, I call her double feature creature. On my request, he called her so that I could speak to her of friendship. I had suggested that we bury the hatchet in the ground rather than in each other’s head. However, the initial acceptance has since been declined. This being the case, the hatchet is aimed toward her head and every blow that I can lay to cause damage will be done. Doesn’t this sound about right? I think so. In talking to the bitch, I kind of thought she was kind of cool except for the part where she admitted to me that she has been stalking everywhere that I have been writing. Yup, she even stalked me out on ALT. Oh by the way, she has been a member since 2003, but she has never had a relationship in her 40 some odd years. I guess she struck out here too (big "L" on her forehead). Can you imagine? Well, if you saw her face you would be able to image it. Frankly, I don’t know how he ever stuck his dick in her for she is like Medusa; look away or bag her head. Ah, a pussy doesn’t have a face anyway. Maybe her sick obsession with me is a form of flattery, but it is one that I do not need. Does she not realize that I too could stalk her, but why would I? I do not find anything overtly exciting about her. I don’t find pathetic exciting and I am not all into fantasy books, fairies, or Winnie the Pooh. I prefer the depths of philosophy, sociology, psychology, history, physics, astronomy, photography, politics, economics, business, computers, combat, warfare, anarchy, revolution, et al. I am no powder-puff lame ass looking to play little girl. Lest I forget to mention, she has to go to mental therapy every Wednesday and apparently she discusses me. This too could be considered a form of flattery, but again, it is not one that I need. Does she not have her own life? Meh. In speaking with her, she tried to compare her hair pulling event 5 years ago to a battle I had with two people in a Hells Angels bar in which I was charged with 2 counts. One count being assault the other harassment in Manhattan Criminal Court for which I pled down from a felony on the assault charge. I see a great difference here. Do you? Then again, we had some common ground, but in listening and truly listening, it was like she was trying to outdo me with her life’s little episodes. For the sake of a friendship, I let this pass to the back of my mind, however, as you can tell, it has returned to the foreground. No folks, I am not worried about him hopping in the sack with her dry ass pussy as he knows I would dump him in a heartbeat, but before that I would laugh my ass off at him. What bugs me is the fact that she hunted down where I write and was honest enough to tell me how deep the rabbit hole goes. In lieu of friendship, I was willing to forgo her behavior. Well, this can’t be done now can it? Nah and no way. No one can find all the places I write unless they are specifically hunting for me. Nice job Annie CJR! Now hear this. If you want, I will let you know every time he sticks his cock into me; I will tell you just how wet he gets me and how I have multiple orgasms as soon as his cock enters me; I will let you know every type of sex we have and where we have it; I will share the stories with strangers and the strange individual called you. Then again, I was doing that without knowing you were watching. In doing so, I hope you continue to eat your heart out as you were just a rebound fuck friend snot cloth who is now just a friend snot cloth. I am his partner which is something you never were and will never be. You guys were friends for 20+ years and it took the break up of a real relationship in 2005 or 2006 for him to fuck you? Man are you are stupid! No dear, I don’t mind that you take him out and treat him. I think it is wonderful. However, if you are looking for him to pay you back in love or sexual favors, don’t hold your breath as you will turn a nasty shade of blue. ~ Arachne ~ March 26, 2012 @ 2:47 a.m. EST P.S.: If you are still stalking, which I know you are, I hope you have enjoyed my new literature.

My photo of Venus~

Venus as seen on Wednesday, March 21, 2012 through the lens of my Nikon.

She That Captures My Eye~

There you are in your brightness looking deep within my soul
I seek you out and you find me
Remind me...
Soft silver glistening to catch my eye
Aye, indeed I am caught
But alas what words can I give to my experience of you?
You who drives me to strain
Blocking out the unnatural glow
Always wishing to go with you...
Away...
Stay!
I love you more than you know
Lest I would not seek you so
Oh lady I seek you
You peak me and my attention
Draw me up and take me to that place we both should go
And go we shall when the sun dies
Aye, sweet Venus we are products of the same source ~ Maggie ~ March 18, 2012