ploptoken

yeah. so it happens that i find myself writing again. i'm not as shocked by my letting my thoughts out to the world. but, i am surpirsed that you reading them. one of these days, hopefully, i will learn why we are so intrigued in others. why i keep looking at these very lovely ladies. why it arrouses me such that they are undressing in front of the camera. i am not there. i can not touch them or be with them. i can only look at a distance. i will never know what it's like to smell Voltaire as she passes next to me. but i do have the honor to see her in her most basic and bare form. so for some reason i feel gratefull for that.

i happily pay the fee that allows me to see such beauty. beauty.... hmm... it's hard to explain to others why a woman with such exquisite markings is beautiful. they look at me like i'm mad, but they over look the time she has put into decorating her body. they over look it and only see the fact that she has disfigured her body. disfigurement to most is perfection to others. pain is not painful to all. just the few that are too blind to see past the initial shock of not being normal.

normal... hmm, normal. for some reason it sounds strange. it's bizare, but i don't care for normal any more. my life has been normal for some, and boring ofr others. like now. some people find this boring. others find it obsurd to be spilling my thoughts on the internet. but everyone let you into the mind everytime they decided to interact with... anyone. just seeing you in a certain place reveals more about you then you may imagine. but for some reason this songs is taking over my thought structure. so right about here, i think i'll end this.