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The Viper Room

weezy — Sun, 22 Apr 2007 01:54:39 GMT

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

weezy — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 01:16:47 GMT

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. Wouldnâ€™t you taste the universe if you could? Just a lick. image: http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap970821.html

Working Girl

weezy — Sat, 31 Mar 2007 11:29:26 GMT

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

weezy — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 02:22:08 GMT

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

weezy — Sun, 11 Feb 2007 21:38:25 GMT

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

weezy — Sun, 11 Feb 2007 21:06:44 GMT

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. Image Info: http://www.telegraphics.com.au/gallery/template.php3?f=G06

Warming Trend

weezy — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 18:23:51 GMT

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. http://www.artshantyprojects.org/

Drugs and Television

weezy — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 00:54:25 GMT

It is best to do drugs prior to watching television, and worst to do drugs prior to being on television. http://www.cracked.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=880 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

weezy — Thu, 17 Aug 2006 16:48:28 GMT

Here is everything you ever wanted to know about kissing: http://people.howstuffworks.com/kissing.htm/printable

Kiss

weezy — Sat, 12 Aug 2006 22:06:27 GMT

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.

Loring Pasta Bar

weezy — Sat, 05 Aug 2006 21:52:27 GMT

Last night was lovely, as though half me was transported to cuba. The other half of me was clearly still in dinkytown, but that just means that there were clear expectations and little distance between my fantasy and realities. It’s best to keep those two aspects at equidistance. Fantasy/Reality as they are the same thing, just different turns of the head. Sitting on the sidewalk near the building, I turn one way looking into the restaurant and the other way facing the street, large construction dumpster and deconstructed building across the street. Inspiring old men in wheel chairs to fantasize that they have found the fairest skinned girl in all of mexico city. Full green skirt, peach slip, tropical pink silk top and satin ribbon-ed bra with touches of gold – it was a sensual and indulgent night. It certainly could have been more sensual and more indulgent…there is little room at the edge for me to dangle…I want to jump.

An Inconvenient Truth

weezy — Sat, 10 Jun 2006 14:50:46 GMT

http://www.climatecrisis.net/

I should have been

weezy — Thu, 26 Jan 2006 05:48:59 GMT

A librarian, but I don't know how to spell.

Birthday

weezy — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 03:15:26 GMT

Monday the 16th is a mere six days before my birthday. The most magical day of them all. The day a young and slim girl no more than 14 years squeezed out a pretty little pale girl. She pushed and pushed while old Norwegian Lutheran nurses scowled sideways glances at the pitiful and wayward girl. They certainly wished that she might move on and forget this horrible stray. That she should become a decent and humble woman, but they knew that was impossible. The only real hope was for the child. That she would find a good faithful and stoic Norwegian Lutheran family to shed this shameful birth. She found a good and stoic family by which to shed this beginning. An abusive older brother, an alcoholic father and mother that just tried and tired of keeping it all together. She wouldn’t have made the Norwegian Lutheran nurses very pleased, following her first mother’s foot steps to some degree. However, she is grateful for their presence at that birth. She is grateful for the judgmental glances at her little mother’s privates as she pushed through that barrier between life and not life. I wonder to myself – being a person born to a young girl, on the same day that Roe v. Wade took effect, would I be here? The answer is always the same – yes, no, doesn’t really matter. It’s all a great big bunch of strange instances and moments and connections that mean very little in the whole universe. So, in a few days – it will be Sunday, the 22nd. It will be the anniversary of me, the anniversary of a great and useful change to the population of women and men in the United States. I do indeed wish that my mother would have had that same choice. My being could have come through another or not at all. Having grown in the environment that I did – receiving gifts is an uncomfortable activity. Norwegian Lutherans do not accept, help, gifts, favors or anything from others. They will indeed be just fine, all by themselves, just never mind them, because after all it could be worse. However, I am trying to live past that negative tradition, to grow and become accepting of all things that come my way and genuinely appreciative and grateful to things given to me. If you would like to help in this effort – please – let me know. I would be happy to work at accepting your gifts of cash, jewelry, shoes, clothes, anything pretty really.

Friends

weezy — Tue, 27 Dec 2005 00:23:00 GMT

I love them. Here are some of my favorite people in the whole world...they are never on tribe...because they have other shit to do...but they are my favorite people in the world. Jane: http://people.tribe.net/1aab3808-a880-49f0-973e-74cfc0c20e4a?_click_path=Application%5Btribe%5D.Person%5B1aab3808-a880-49f0-973e-74cfc0c20e4a%5D Jack: http://people.tribe.net/jackflack?_click_path=Application%5Btribe%5D.Person%5Bfe02b802-6103-4643-8223-4a0eb1558f16%5D Mike: http://people.tribe.net/7bf57fa6-2256-484a-b9f5-2d84724d0a2e?_click_path=Application%5Btribe%5D.Person%5B7bf57fa6-2256-484a-b9f5-2d84724d0a2e%5D Dan: http://people.tribe.net/9396acb9-9b81-4b04-9c20-c21790b2843d?_click_path=Application%5Btribe%5D.Person%5B9396acb9-9b81-4b04-9c20-c21790b2843d%5D All of you need to send them a friend invite - because they really aren't doing anything fun...they just don't know how much fun tribe can be...come on now, everyone must get stoned.

Fucking Motherfucking Fucked-up Ass Suckers

weezy — Thu, 08 Dec 2005 21:28:07 GMT

Well - I was going to get started on my Oprah questions...but until they start flagging me...one last hurrah. Don't you just love tentacle porn? http://www.the-emperor.org/wiki/tentacle_porn/ http://www.bigempire.com/sake/manga1.html

The Big O

weezy — Mon, 05 Dec 2005 18:22:50 GMT

Oprah is pretty remarkable. At least, that's what everone says...alot. I mean. I think I have heard how great she is...like...sixty times this past week. 23 times from David Letterman and I didn't even watch the show. So...I am going to have an Oprah Week. Here are some self discovery questions from her website - I will be answering them all at length. As soon as I get over this nasty, nasty hangover. Sundays are such a drunk fest for me...I wonder what Oprah takes for her hangovers. My Oprahific Questions What interest, passion or desire are you most afraid of admitting to yourself and others? What would you do if you knew you could not fail? What do you love about yourself? What would you do if money was not a concern in your life? What one thing do you dream about doing that you've never told anyone? What do you fantasize about doing while driving your car or taking a shower? Who do you know that's doing something you'd like to do? Describe yourself doing it. How could you make the world a better place for yourself and others? Who do you think you are? Have you labeled yourself a mother, student, caregiver? What are the other parts of you? What did you love when you were a child? What's stopping you from moving forward with exploring your passion? List five things that you want. List five things that you're good at. Do you know the difference between them? What drives you, and what gives you satisfaction? When you were young, what did you know you would do when you grew up? How would you like the world to be? What would you regret not having done if your life was ending?

Arrested Development

weezy — Fri, 11 Nov 2005 21:21:38 GMT

They have cancelled my favorite television show. Now what will fill my life's void? By the way, I need a job. Any offers? Well, what I need more than job or a super funny television show is money. How about it people? I need ideas.

Girlfriend from Hell for Hire

weezy — Wed, 21 Sep 2005 02:06:44 GMT

Are you happy with your life, maybe not entirely but things are going fairly well? You have a little money? Perhaps you have a great girl? Feeling like nothing is too hard or too painful? Well, allow me to help you change all of that, that’s right for a small fee I can turn you into a broken, lonely, loveless old fuck in a matter of months!! Sure, you are probably thinking to yourself – WHAT? HOW? Not ME? Well, sure why not YOU? There is no reason to spend another day with a nice girlfriend, heck I can get her to dump in just one day!! Savings account??? No need to worry I will have it drained in no time!!! And what are you doing in that nice shiny car? You deserve worse, much, much worse. It will be dented, broken down and later mysteriously stolen and then returned smelling a bit swampy, ALL THAT and constant psychotic behavior for a low, low monthly fee. And when you sign up for the Deluxe Suck ME package, I will throw in an impending lawsuit for free. Stop walking around with extra cash in your pocket, a sense of self worth and all that luck on your side!!! Call me today!

Sugar Baby, Inc.

weezy — Wed, 17 Aug 2005 20:22:27 GMT

I am planning on becoming a corporation. I will need a logo, a mission statement, a PowerPoint presentation and plenty of investors that are able to provide to the dramatic growth and potential of being me. I believe that I can build a stronger, faster-growth company in myself with the help of outside interests, a strong board of directors and committed share holders. I have identified important long-term trends and built a strong portfolio of myself in global growth markets, including my healthcare, my transportation, my security, my financial services, my energy, my entertainment and my advanced materials. My portfolio is designed to generate consistent cash flow growth for me as well as earnings growth for me, since cash serves as fuel for further growth. I have unique capabilities - a strong balance in the sheets and one of only six industrial "Triple X" ratings.

I am afraid

weezy — Mon, 15 Aug 2005 23:34:41 GMT

Although, I have had a few good applicants, no one with the precise qualifications stated has applied for the job as listed. As this position remains open, there is room for freelance and contract positions with this department. These positions are on a trial basis only and do not qualify you for further employment, once your project is complete. Projects currently underway are: Late Night Sake Drinking Marijuana Smoking, with enhanced Humping Vegan, No Refined Sugar or Flour Brunch Eating Please, send a SASE to me with a 3x5 card stating your desired start time and which project and project deliverables your skills best meet. Expect 6 to 8 weeks for delivery. Shipping and Handling charges may apply. Fucking off during work hours is at the sole discretion of the person in charge of foreplay.

Applications request: Assistant Sexware Systems Developer

weezy — Tue, 12 Jul 2005 17:09:38 GMT

Duties include, but not limited to Vulvalur gratification, Clitoral Identification and Stimulation, Sucking, Teasing and Fucking of all operational and online systems. Plus, occasional maintenance of interpersonal communications interface. You must be able to obtain quality beverages and system enhancing substances or naturally enhancing activities that stimulate mind and body if ‘drugs’ just aren’t your bag. You will be responsible for your own transportation and location expenses. Please submit the following: Qualifications General IQ Greatest Areas of Interest as they pertain to the Arts and Sciences Random Medical History Last Laid Position Level of General Enlightenment Recommendations helpful Degrees in Mathematics and/or Philosophy a plus!! Submit in the form of a comment, please. Part-time position, excellent benefits. EOE This is an entry-level position. There is no room for advancement.

Hot

weezy — Thu, 07 Jul 2005 03:26:17 GMT

Weatherman says that we are in for a heat wave, a long lasting, week or more of 90 plus, humid. It’s not good, this heat wave prediction. It leaves my body too warm and my mind slowly churning all the ways to touch without actually touching. How do you make someone cum without touching their skin, not a hand, not a finger, not even the tip to brush against those sensitive parts? I am thinking of air, blowing hot and cool, the longing that would build with lips so close and yet nothing to feel but a slight change in temperature, a slight breeze to tickle. Cool fabrics, silk can feel cool to the touch or smooth cotton lace, a slight texture, an airy fabric that catches hot breezes. A hot wind that blows against me and pushes my skirt between my legs, sticky, sweet-hot pussy feeling every bit of air and fabric on a hot, hot day will certainly make me long for a cum, if it weren’t so hot. A little touch, a little ice, a little cool water running down my back and a little kiss of my lips, won’t feel too hot on your hardening cock. Will it? It's cool tonight...better get some work done before the weather turns.

Sleep

weezy — Tue, 28 Jun 2005 18:42:45 GMT

I sleep lightly, most nights, waking at sounds from the street below my windows, waking at weather changes, waking at touches and brushes of flesh from the man lying next to me. Spending most of my time in a dreamscape, thinking through each scene, I analyze the content and intent of my subconscious. I find delight and diversions and questions and answers, while my body is still and unable to respond my mind is full and living a completely different sort of life. Then I feel something, soft and warming, my dreams take a turn and no matter the content previous, they find a way to pleasure and desire. They create a lustful story, a strange fetish of the path my mind was on just a second or less ago, they can turn a scrabble game into sexual foreplay, a discussion with strangers about ghosts into a supernatural orgy; it can turn driving, flying, walking, dancing into fucking at a turn. I wake enough to feel my lover’s hand grabbing between my legs, pushing into me from behind is his hard cock developed from his own dreamy sexual sleep. Touching me, we float for a while, into and out of these states, our minds altering our dreams to fit this new physical sensation, our bodies becoming more and more aroused from our dreaming minds’ efforts to make sense of this sexual feeling and put it to good use. The waking desires take over and we turn our bodies from lethargic relaxation to motivated action, sucking and fucking in the middle of the night. No words, no communication except the moans and fucking groans and oh, my fucking gods in the center of the hot, dark bed, seconds, minutes and pumping, grinding, groping moments of getting to a huge, dream-soaked release of lovely, fucking cum.

Fucking Thunder

weezy — Mon, 20 Jun 2005 20:33:08 GMT

There is a huge fucking thunderstorm cloud passing overhead right now, the sky is getting dark and my windows have nothing but a soft green haze of light coming through them. There are two or three drops of rain, that is all. The thundercloud is churning, rolling over, drifting heavily, waiting to release so much more. The agony of the thundercloud waiting to drown the earth with rivulets of water and burn the sky with brilliant flashes of lightening, and whip the strongest, tallest trees to the ground with her wind; that is what it feels like in my cunt right now.