20030705
Uh, Thought Crimes Must be Punished is disgruntled by the fact that a white student who was simply posting a flier advertising a speech to be made by a black speaker was persecuted for racist remark because that flier stated how the "government puts blacks in circumstances similar to slavery."
I'm probably conservative and Republican in some ways, but not as long as that Bush still occupies the White House. So until then, it's Democrat all the way. I pray, pray for the Democrat success. If only they could campaign better and not seem so . . . so portrayed as anti-American or anti-Right.
Democracy is a bad, bad thing. It creates a polarized political system (partisanship) that divides and feeds off of itself.
The earth to the sky, itself finite, is forever. Let me see if I can make a fiery speech. Next post, please.
I'm probably conservative and Republican in some ways, but not as long as that Bush still occupies the White House. So until then, it's Democrat all the way. I pray, pray for the Democrat success. If only they could campaign better and not seem so . . . so portrayed as anti-American or anti-Right.
Democracy is a bad, bad thing. It creates a polarized political system (partisanship) that divides and feeds off of itself.
The earth to the sky, itself finite, is forever. Let me see if I can make a fiery speech. Next post, please.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
I realize that many other blogs are also discussing the fourth of July, but bear with me. We planned to go to Jack London Square, but then Uncle J said that he was planning to go to somewhere near Lake Tahoe or Lake Chabot (shuh-BOH) to play with fireworks. After we had an Independence Day Dinner, we decided not to play with firework but to watch them from afar, that is Cal-State Hayward. We had a view of the Bay Area and could see the tiny fireworks amidst the lights of the city and the stars (it was a cloudless night). In other words, it almost sucks. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't as good as the idea of going to Jack London Square and being able to see the fireworks right up close, the sparks filling up the sky, and the sounds exploding in your face. And the music that accompanies it provides an enjoyment that distance viewing lacks dismally.
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
I realize that many other blogs are also discussing the fourth of July, but bear with me. We planned to go to Jack London Square, but then Uncle J said that he was planning to go to somewhere near Lake Tahoe or Lake Chabot (shuh-BOH) to play with fireworks. After we had an Independence Day Dinner, we decided not to play with firework but to watch them from afar, that is Cal-State Hayward. We had a view of the Bay Area and could see the tiny fireworks amidst the lights of the city and the stars (it was a cloudless night). In other words, it almost sucks. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't as good as the idea of going to Jack London Square and being able to see the fireworks right up close, the sparks filling up the sky, and the sounds exploding in your face. And the music that accompanies it provides an enjoyment that distance viewing lacks dismally.
20030701
He Who the Sword of Heaven Bear, Should Be as Holy as Severe
Part 3 of 3
Disneyland, Universal Studios, Hollywood, CSUN, Chinese food, Del Taco, Hulk Premiere, Charlie's Angels, LA Parking Ticket ($35), Walking with Cavemen
I sat. The bed knew not to creak. I nimbly touched the tips of his right index finger. I saw him peeked out of the corner of his eyes. I then merged with his hands, our fingers crisscrossing and then closed like good-behaving school children.
Then I moved closer and put his hands on my head to feel him ruffling through my hair. I released my hands and continued contact. I slided down along his arms, ensuring that they never leave the skin on which they touch. Along the way, soft tuffles of brown hair are felt. They stood on end. I knew that there was some ticklish instincts that he was feeling. I reached his shoulders. I then moved closer, so that I may touch his spine. Starting with his brown hair, I slid to count. 1, 2, 3 . . . but I gave up, moving back up the spine and to his arms.
I gently pushed them down with my hands as I moved closer to his oh-so-warm body. With encouraging breath, I let him move down my back. I placed my lips on his, taking in the bottom first and then the top, feeling his contentful humming. With my tongue, I pushed his lips open and promptly he stopped. As if in gentle defense, his tongue lashed out at mine, preparing to wrestle.
Soon, he took on a new initiative, and proceeded to undo me. I hesitated. He sensed, but continued his goals. How can I be feminine when my basest needs are flaring up? How can I resist, telling him to cease and desist? No, once it starts, nothing can ever stop the consummation, except three things: disease, disgust, and disagreement.
Part 3 of 3
Disneyland, Universal Studios, Hollywood, CSUN, Chinese food, Del Taco, Hulk Premiere, Charlie's Angels, LA Parking Ticket ($35), Walking with Cavemen
I sat. The bed knew not to creak. I nimbly touched the tips of his right index finger. I saw him peeked out of the corner of his eyes. I then merged with his hands, our fingers crisscrossing and then closed like good-behaving school children.
Then I moved closer and put his hands on my head to feel him ruffling through my hair. I released my hands and continued contact. I slided down along his arms, ensuring that they never leave the skin on which they touch. Along the way, soft tuffles of brown hair are felt. They stood on end. I knew that there was some ticklish instincts that he was feeling. I reached his shoulders. I then moved closer, so that I may touch his spine. Starting with his brown hair, I slid to count. 1, 2, 3 . . . but I gave up, moving back up the spine and to his arms.
I gently pushed them down with my hands as I moved closer to his oh-so-warm body. With encouraging breath, I let him move down my back. I placed my lips on his, taking in the bottom first and then the top, feeling his contentful humming. With my tongue, I pushed his lips open and promptly he stopped. As if in gentle defense, his tongue lashed out at mine, preparing to wrestle.
Soon, he took on a new initiative, and proceeded to undo me. I hesitated. He sensed, but continued his goals. How can I be feminine when my basest needs are flaring up? How can I resist, telling him to cease and desist? No, once it starts, nothing can ever stop the consummation, except three things: disease, disgust, and disagreement.
20030630
Part 3 of 3 is coming, sorry for not posting for the last several days but the computer crashed (again). Seriously, I'm not sure what's wrong. (frowning)
He just laid there, splayed. I had the sense of autumn, with all its fallen leaves of gold, red, yellow, and other colorful hues. I am too cold. There I saw in his eyes multitudinous fires, recalcitrant to my winter. I urged him from my bed, but with protean charisma, he instead drew me in. I was trapped. He is an enveloping all, and I am just the snowglobe. When I am shaken, I display the wintery scene, but I am important nothing. I am losing my will; I must resist. Even then, I feel a certain something below my navel. A pressure. And below that area, is of course, the "(@(&." It grows too big for the britches.
He smyrked. Myschyevyous Puck. "Come on, no need to be afrayd. Y'll close mi eies yf iou don't want me to look. Just put mi hands where iou want them," he sayd. Y gaped and nodded. "Y am naked. Iou are clothed onli below. If iou want, Y can touch onli iour chest, and never venture to that nether regyon untyl iou consent to dyrect my hands where iou wyll.
He closed eyes and moved to lean on his side facing me, his hands outstretched. He began humming a tune to which song I do not know.
He just laid there, splayed. I had the sense of autumn, with all its fallen leaves of gold, red, yellow, and other colorful hues. I am too cold. There I saw in his eyes multitudinous fires, recalcitrant to my winter. I urged him from my bed, but with protean charisma, he instead drew me in. I was trapped. He is an enveloping all, and I am just the snowglobe. When I am shaken, I display the wintery scene, but I am important nothing. I am losing my will; I must resist. Even then, I feel a certain something below my navel. A pressure. And below that area, is of course, the "(@(&." It grows too big for the britches.
He smyrked. Myschyevyous Puck. "Come on, no need to be afrayd. Y'll close mi eies yf iou don't want me to look. Just put mi hands where iou want them," he sayd. Y gaped and nodded. "Y am naked. Iou are clothed onli below. If iou want, Y can touch onli iour chest, and never venture to that nether regyon untyl iou consent to dyrect my hands where iou wyll.
He closed eyes and moved to lean on his side facing me, his hands outstretched. He began humming a tune to which song I do not know.
Voice cried, reacting to the coming age,
Where that brash nation, whose twin brothers fell,
Many foes and allies therein enrage
Stands 'lone, in pits of coldness that is hell.
Look, those whose natures are so-called conserved
Have lied, mischief of factions now supporting
Here now, the largest state trapped and unnerved
Making democracy fail, now deporting.
We must then pray for that each clank we hear
Each bang, each crash, each vote to hereby show
That the governing remains, allays the fear
That the system does not know where to go.
Such is government, clueless what to do
With us the governed, and including you.
---AJF
Where that brash nation, whose twin brothers fell,
Many foes and allies therein enrage
Stands 'lone, in pits of coldness that is hell.
Look, those whose natures are so-called conserved
Have lied, mischief of factions now supporting
Here now, the largest state trapped and unnerved
Making democracy fail, now deporting.
We must then pray for that each clank we hear
Each bang, each crash, each vote to hereby show
That the governing remains, allays the fear
That the system does not know where to go.
Such is government, clueless what to do
With us the governed, and including you.
---AJF
To Tile263, your message was received, but the commenting system went bad again. Sorry. I'm signing up for another commenting system and see how it works. I'll miss you, too! Let me know what you're doing if you can!
