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2005-08-19 - 3:02 p.m.

the wild cherry lifesaver interlude


I could have stayed at kitty's party all night, if I had the night off and a transporter-type device to beam me there... it looks like it would have been a fine party to crash, which leads me to wonder if you've ever crashed a party... and that leads me to think about the recent movie about wedding crashing... any good?... I might wait for it to reach the tube... but that has nothing to do with the second part of this entry except to be the opening distraction... kind of like the commercial girl and her hot sweaty action...

these cherry lifesavers are a little like heaven is supposed to be... oral orgasms are repeatedly exploding through my head... I have not quite started drooling yet, so there's still time to find another activity for my mouth, but since I am sitting here by myself and kissing the computer is not even fun when a libido fantasy is puckered up on the screen cuz I am kind of a purist about natural flesh (I'm not into artificial boobs either... I think they are an unnecessary waste of silicon... I mean, imagine the chips that could be made and the connections that could come from those chips... and speaking of chips, a little salt would be cool about now... where are those pretzels...), I'll just keep sucking on these absolutely oralgasmic cherry lifesavers...

but wait, it's an omigosh moment...

I love you...

truly...

and I'm not even a barber shop quartet... old song, I know, really obscure reference there, but that is what you get when you get inside, behind the candoor, deeply lost in the life in black and white...

you might even find colors...

I mean colors in a metaphoric sense (for those who need to be lead around a bit more), not in any gang related sense, though I'd love to form a gang with someone, I haven't had a street gang since I was in elementary school, or in any old just cherry lifesavers, which may just be my favorite color of red... yes, wild cherry lifesaver red is my favorite red flavor... I mean color...

my mouth is getting very loud...

do you lose control of your lips and tongue after a few (or a few dozen) cherry lifesavers?... I must remind myself to be quiet in public... most people do not like loud lip-smacking sounds... at least not in public... I do my best not to cut my tongue or the room of my mouth, but accidents do happen... they are worth the pain, though, these cherry lifesavers... you must know that, if you know anything at all...

and you oughta know this too...

feeling cared about is the most precious thing...

caring is, but feeling cared about proves you're not the only one doing it... it's like the other point in the line that draws the picture that brings something out of the relative nothingness of stardust... or unlimited Napster downloads for a year, I mean, imagine that... cherry lifesavers and unlimited music downloads for a year?... now we're really getting closer to heaven...

and someone who cares about me, really?... someone who loves me?... why do these eyes of mine cry... don't they know?... don't they believe?... oh, precious belief, where hast thou gone?... do not forsake my oh my be-lief... bm, bm, bm... and another song reference bites the dust... lub-duh, can you hear my heart beat...

Melissa Etheridge sings Precious Pain... Tanya Tucker sings I've Learned To Live... Patty Smyth sings something I don't quite have the name of at the moment... the sugar, perhaps... I mean, maybe the sugar is clouding my memory, not that the song might be called the sugar or even the sugar, perhaps... but that might make for an interesting song title...

the sugar, perhaps
fueling my taps
see my feet fly
kiss the ground goodbye

the sugar, perhaps
sends me off the maps
and we never know
where we may go

it's the sugar, perhaps
that rat-tat-tats the raps
got to feel the beat
tapping in the feet

on sugar, perhaps
kick it with the caps
now we can fly
and kiss the sky

I actually did not realize just how much sugar is in a single cherry lifesaver... 13g... 16g carbs... sugar is the first ingredient... that's what makes it so good... sugar, not corn syrup, high fructose corn syrup, but sugar.... so six cherry lifesavers have about the same sugar/carb content as a 24oz (710ml) bottle of Code Red...

ummmm, maybe I should have stopped at twenty...

bzzzstff...

or is that bzzzffst... something like that... and of course there's lack of sleep... I would probably not truly find myself until I slept at least a few days... a few weeks off would be a good start, actually... to get back to one's self, I mean truly rediscover the unique biorythms that make one who one is, that takes time away from schedules and routines and obligations to other things... that's why monks wander off to mountaintops and meadows and the like... I'd like to do that, however I'd like to do it with someone else who is doing it for the same reasons... just to prove once again that I can trust another unconditionally enough to look for myself with them...

but you knew that... sorta...

there was a point to all this and if I can remember the title of the entry then maybe it'll jog my memory closer to whatever that point was, but then, that too may have been one more carefully (or carelessly, for that matter) planted distraction deliberately subconsciously or not meant to lead you astray, or ash tray, but not ass tray, of that we can be fairly certain, for I believe the fecal material has the right of way back there and no promise of val halla or anything else has been influential enough to dissuade me from this bit of reasoning... yes, you can say that my shit goes one way, and call that a theme or motto or something... but that's not to say all shit must go one way and I respect and applaud every individual's right to decide for themselves in which direction their shit should flow...

speaking of detergents (I mean tangents and I have no clue as to where the detergents came from, though there was a lot of shit in the previous paragraph and disinfectants are useful in cleaning up, but I assure myself there was no conscious prior reference to such subject intended), I am pretty sure that haven't used the work fuck in this diary for no apparent reason until now...

so wild cherry lifesavers loosen the lips and might require a PG-13 rating, aye?... well, they are wild cherries, after all, and I have been popping those cherries into my mouth for the better part of hours now, at least... hey, I remember being asked in some survey somewhere what my ideal job would be... popping wild cherries, that comes close to an ideal job for me... ever wonder about the life of a wild cherry life saver?...

ever slide your tongue around the outer rim of the hole just to tease it?...

you do know to take extra care of your tongue around the slits and bumps, right?...

this could so be a conversation if I was into writing dialogue...

me: fireworks are going off in my head...
you: is it driving you out of your mind?...
me: no, but it's got me laid out on the floor looking up for my mind...
you: spread eagle?
me: possibly
you: so your mind is being driven out of you?...
me: something like that...

Alex does it so much better... but I'll not self-depricate myself into a hole from which I will give up my right to do it badly... and it's not the size, after all, it's the cleverness with which we use what we've got and ultimately, knowledge is the most important thing of all, especially if the unknown turns you on as much as it might... ignorance may be bliss, but knowledge is euphoria...

hail euphoria, euphoria rules the waves...

or was it uforia?...

what's that, ghetto euphoria?...

some of my dialogues might be sensible in a Marx Brothers film perhaps, but here we may or may not be closer to home and now, there's less rhyme or reason to my dialogs that there is to my entries (or so I say) and meanst whiles, sweat poring out of her glans, when the light hits her skin just right you almost forget she's so cool she'd be smoking in the boys room if there was a boys room around to be smoked in...

updating that last story, she'd be sucking wild cherry lifesavers because, as we all know, smoking is bad for the lungs and other living things, m'ok?...

so much perspiration, so little time...

I mean, I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony as much as the next guy, probably more, but until I figure out how I'll just keep suggesting the world suck on cherry lifesavers and wiggle the tongue until proficiency is obtained so you can try to get as much out of these little blushing holes as I do...




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