The Viper Room

The Viper Room was a club filled with anything goes, celebrity party, dead beautiful boys and long lines outside the door. It was easy to get in on Wednesday night, maybe because it is just a rock club now with a past much bigger than the tiny downstairs bar.

The show was fucking fabulous, up stairs was jammed once the show started. I can’t possibly remember what the music was even like, but it was loud and super catchy.

Downstairs was filled with jumping, bumping and grinding people.
Super good times.

Thursday night was we started drinking at 3:00 at the Rainbow. Very dumping, way past it’s day – right – but still I love Lemmy. Motorhead was fucking sick. I mean really sick. Then we went to some place – Santa Marquis? It think that was the name of it…posh – I should have gone pee once more before we left…because the bathroom at The Cat Club is only good for fucking in – not for good for anything else. Seriously. I love dive bars. I do, really love dive bars, but when I am on my 5th drink of the night – I fucking need to pee and I am not going to do that in the back alley. I just am not. Etiquette and class are important, even to Lemmy.

The show was Glamnation – it rocked, hard, hard like a hard thing. (read previous posts, I have forgotten how to describe hard things, cause I don’t see as many as I would like) I loved the place and the bass player from the Kinks was so good and all the other guest stars…

A shout to my many Jimmy Fallon, you rocked hard.

No sleep for 40 hours, drinks for about 17 of those 40. I love LA.
It smells like ass, though.

The Universe

My pussy hurts. There is an entire universe of feeling inside my pussy, right this second. It is churning out new galaxies, star clusters, and clouds of incarnation as we speak. There is a passage of eternity and the gate way is completely wide open. One step into the ether and you are completely lost. There is no distinction; there is no separation between my feeling and you feeling the infinity of humanity deep inside my body.

I have a few simple goals.

To make you forget your name.

To make you forget your self.

To make you forget you are human.

So, forgetting everything else that might be on your mind will be easy.

Wouldn’t you taste the universe if you could?

Just a lick.

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Working Girl

I have a job. You know a work thing that I do everyday in exchange for a small amount of cash. No, I am not a hooker.

My job is great, challenging, interesting and I work with so many fucking smart, funny, extremely talented people – blah, blah, couldn’t be happier, great place to work, blah, doesn’t pay me nearly what I am worth, blah, blah, blah.

Life is great – except that after the most stressful week, I have every had at my job, after working 60 hour weeks, 6 and sometimes 7 days a week almost continually for fucking a year – no vacation, barely a sick day – and there is no real end in sight for me on that front.

Here I am waking up at 5:00 am on a Saturday morning.
I can’t sleep anymore – I love to sleep. Sleep is good. My bed is the best place on earth. My bed is the softest and warmest and most totally fantastical bed in the history of the world to me.
Why, the fuck, am I awake right now?

….it isn’t the cock crowing, because the sun isn’t up yet. So the easy culprit is work, I work hard and all the time, I think about work, I dream about work, I lay in bed at night going over every detail and analyzing every conversation. I have so many fucking conversations in the day, meeting upon meeting upon meeting with little time to digest or regroup. I am tired. I am a little hungry, no time to buy, make or consume food.

…still even with all the stress of my job the thing that is keeping me up tonight or this morning is actually a lack of fucking dick to fucking fuck me.

I tried DIY.

I am just too exhausted to make it there on my own; I can’t do it....people. I need your help, dude I need some fucking hot man foam dripping down my lip. I need someone to push me down and just fucking take me. Please, fuckers don’t make me do all the fucking work here, too. You know I would do anything for you, yet I only ask you for one hard little favor – or big…doesn’t matter what size…might matter…no, fuck it doesn’t matter just the find the hole it fits best and go with your given instinct for fuck’s sake!

I have had the hardest week in my career this week, it will only get harder. Where the fuck is my fucking reward – fuckers? Would someone PLEASE stick a cock my mouth and stop this weak fucking rant?

Waiting

The body anticipates before the mind realizes sometimes what is coming. There is fullness, like all my breath is filling the soft folds and angles of my body with soft expectation. The exhale will have to wait.
The small waiting quivers in tiny tissue inside myself, my smallest muscles contract and quiver in the thought. My thinking brain tells me to not get too excited, to not use up all the energy before the start. I don’t really want to simply explode for you at the first touch. It is of no use, you are still 1 hour and 45 minutes away from my lips and that time will be spent wanting.
Flushes of heat are already settling in perfect places. My heart is open, torn and raw. As this next minute comes, the fantasy begins. I see our coupling, it is slow and building. Your beautiful cock is my impeccable feast. I am so hungry.

It doesn't mean you can't cum, it just means that I need it more than you.

Softness

Forgiving, giving into, releasing for and opening up the softest part of myself to you.
The hard little bodies running around out in the world, they workout to get that firm, taught stomach, that hard ass, those muscle toned biceps. I have at times, strived to be one of them. Lean, hard edged and tightened up to a cutting figure, I have decided this is nonsense.

Absolute fucking, nonsense.

Men like different looks, different shapes, skinny, thick, bouncy there are tastes for all shapes and sizes. Still, I am not talking only about the physical. There is a softness that is lacking in the personality, the emotion, the speech of these laguna girls.

I want to give in to you. The soft landing place, for your hard soul. The fullness of my hips is the warm home of your heart. The sway of my back is your rhythm to play. I envelope you, I am pliable; I am of your shape and your need.
When you lean into me, I give, I break away and your release is felt first.

This yielding and supple body is your haven and host. It accepts you without question, reflection or doubt. Be the man, I’ll be the woman.

Consuming Behavior

Work consumes me right now. I would rather it were a lover.

Have to remember my regeneration powers, right like anything. We are unlimited. We can continue to grow new cells, revive the old ones in the meantime and slough off the dead weight. This applies to our mental and emotional states as well, right?
Why not?

There was a time when I felt that I could only love one person. Not the case. There was a time when I felt that I had only one orgasm in me at a time. Not the case. There was a time when I thought that my last painting would be my last painting. It consumed my energy, it sapped my power. It was all had and I put it into that piece, moment, climax.
The change is this, that last one, that last moment, that last brilliance or effort or thought is only fuel for the next.
The growth of these emotions, these ideas and this energy is unlimited. I am striving for the ability to do so much more in one minute of the day than anyone around me. I am exceeding the reality and the potential.

I hit a wall. This week was a tough one and I thought for a few days that I was done. I had to say enough. Stop it and move to something easier. Not anymore.

This is the beginning of a metal revolution. My emotional base is strong. My desire is there…my regenerative powers are growing.
Work can eat away at my time, my intelligence and I just cook up more. The glutton will explode its full belly.

What is the work equivalent of an orgasm?
I was going to add, assuming you don’t work in porn, but it is quite possible that orgasms are not the orgasm of porn work, either.

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Warming Trend

It was -5 this morning on my walk to work. I need a warm up.
Anyone have some suggestions on how to get started?

I am a little out of practice.

Maybe join me in my ice shanty for a little instruction.

www.artshantyprojects.org/

Drugs and Television

It is best to do drugs prior to watching television, and worst to do drugs prior to being on television.

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It may also be best to consider the types of drugs that go with the best types of television. For instance, do not watch the news if you are into depressants.

Kiss II

Here is everything you ever wanted to know about kissing:

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Kiss

There are kisses for which you find yourself unready. Surprised, questioning, kisses. Those kisses linger for such a little time; there is no possible way to interpret their meaning. If kisses are ever supposed to have meaning.
I do know that there has been quite enough writing in history about kisses and this leads me to believe there is meaning in every kiss. A saying, a story, a feeling, a note, a little love letter or an invitation.
“Hello.”
“Goodbye.”
“I love you.”
“I miss you.”
“I can’t stand you, but I would really like to fuck you right now.”
"I want more, but I won't take it, not yet."

A quick kiss, a goodbye kiss, an embrace before exiting. It’s off to other things and people and responsibilities, so a quick kiss.
Should have been longer, really.
There is the sense that this shouldn’t happen, that will take some time.

What happens is always exactly what happens. The thing is that people tend to forget that and in general ignore what is directly in their view. Seeing what they thought should happen, what they wish could happen, how they thought things could have happened.
It just is.

Soft, brief kiss, lost to my lips now lingers in the mind and wonders
how much more of a kiss there should have, would have and could have been.
Kiss me again.