Dear fucking lord I'm feeling bifurcated.
I'm currently in my roll of office henchman, meaning that I spend much of my day looking for things to read on the net, so if you need an update on Abu Graihb or the Friends finale, just drop me a note. My preferred roll is one that only seems to come to me when I'm half-drugged, half-asleep, or otherwise disengaged, is that of a diabolic general leading an army of fiends and the dead against the forces of light.
Don't go thinking that I have anything against the forces of light; I just think that evil has more style. Fluffy angel wings or sleek, slick bat wings, you decide.
But back to henching: being on this site could, considering all the girls nipples on the screen, technically get me fired. But, life is short, and I have a crush on Mary (an extension of my live tyler thing) so I'll just keep on with it until I find more gainful (useful) employment.
About half-asleep, I think I achieved the state of "beat" as characterized by Kerouac today. How? By spending way too long in a gym sauna. I was getting a little obsessed by the whole how much I could stand thing (see my obsession with fiends, who obviously hang out near terrible infernos, above), and kinda overheated. It was fun to watch the steam pour off my body when I came out into the air.
Perhaps that's all. Perhaps there'll be something about B&D or necromancy (that's 'mancy not 'philia you sick bastards).
I'm currently in my roll of office henchman, meaning that I spend much of my day looking for things to read on the net, so if you need an update on Abu Graihb or the Friends finale, just drop me a note. My preferred roll is one that only seems to come to me when I'm half-drugged, half-asleep, or otherwise disengaged, is that of a diabolic general leading an army of fiends and the dead against the forces of light.
Don't go thinking that I have anything against the forces of light; I just think that evil has more style. Fluffy angel wings or sleek, slick bat wings, you decide.
But back to henching: being on this site could, considering all the girls nipples on the screen, technically get me fired. But, life is short, and I have a crush on Mary (an extension of my live tyler thing) so I'll just keep on with it until I find more gainful (useful) employment.
About half-asleep, I think I achieved the state of "beat" as characterized by Kerouac today. How? By spending way too long in a gym sauna. I was getting a little obsessed by the whole how much I could stand thing (see my obsession with fiends, who obviously hang out near terrible infernos, above), and kinda overheated. It was fun to watch the steam pour off my body when I came out into the air.
Perhaps that's all. Perhaps there'll be something about B&D or necromancy (that's 'mancy not 'philia you sick bastards).
fatale:
thanks for the comment on my first set! such the nice boy you are!
lizbet:
RYN: Virginia IS for lovers you know. *grin*