just passing through...

I tried to link here a video of Syrian riots and the dead, but it just turned on some 'sex-and-sarah-palin' -stuff - is youtube in league with Assads?

You have to have a birthday. today is mine. I'm old. Never mind... I don't mind as long as I don't realise it, that is: feel it in my bones... and I don't. I feel just the same as ever. Mostly horny.

But that bloody Syria... It doesn't help them, the publicity. All of us who want to know can watch those videos and nothing happens. Maybe it is money? On the other hand it could be a kind of fear: if we go and interfere, they shall come and interfere our things. Probably both.

I never liked television: it was like a tap and shit would flow from it and there was nothing you could do but take the shit.

Yes, it was supposed to go on but i forgot where...

the touch - how can i live

without it! NO WAY! But then i think of all those women that have been cut, their clitoris removed - and they can NEVER experience the joy of orgasm! So it is said - i thought that as they still have the g-point... but it is said that it doesn't function without clit - they have the same nerve knot... It is just so sad, so silently inconsolable grief...

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this is a very tender pic...

and after all it is both of them that suffer - the joy of coming together is so immense, that you just make it a habit!

and this is better than the dead little girls with bullet holes instead  of eyes... but you just can't forget them...

omg

I'd love to do that... and somewhere else too...

Public places are so arousing and make me horny...

it is hard

to keep your head and pride, not to cringe to anyone. Just have the facts. Facts are facts, you can't deny them - you can walk over them, forget or ignore,  but they remain facts! =)

do y u know why...

LYNX LYNX

In an early morning five years ago I saw a lynx walking on the field just some metres away. It was surprisingly high and un-catlike in the faint morning mist. And it did move my heart. Gave me a piece of the wildness from it's heart - we shared that moment. And went our separate ways.

 This is a dead animal, but it did walk the wilds, hunted and slept in cold night and days... and now it is gone - just the shell remains...

Been a prisoner

here, in this house for 20 years. It is a fucking long time. Just one or two nights away once or twice a year. Never a holiday. Always at service. Might call that loyalty. Responsibility. LOVE.

Unbelievable if you start to think about it. Don't. It is just absolute freedom: I have chosen my prison. Not others. Not any belief I had or ambition.  And that, I believe, is ultimate freedom. 

Take it or leave it ---

I don't like competition,

I like unique. 

And then you are lonely. Alone. No-one cares. Never mind. I can stand it. I've stood it all my life!