Finished DUNE last night. Totally lived up to it's reputation, and then some, and then some more, and then even some more. Prophetic to say the least! I am utterly in awe of Frank Herbert, not just as a reader and a fan, but as a writer. The depth of his characters and his writing is astounding. I can't even imagine how his mind works! He writes unlike anyone I've ever encountered. The only thing I can tell is that homeboy smoked some good grass while writing that book. That's the only thing it could be, cause the only times I've ever been able to focus with such precision was when I used to do this weird Zenish thing with dope.
I picked up DUNE MESSIAH, the next in the DUNE CHRONICLES. I'm such a geek, but I don't fucking care. I'm only a couple chapters in and the book is already kick ass. I think Paul should just kill all his rivals and enemies. He's the fucking Emperor, the fucking Messiah, and the most powerful man the universe has ever known. Who is to stop him? Even if everyone outside of his home planet rallied against him, he still controls the spice, the melange! His mere threat to destroy it forever gained him the throne to the Universe. Seriously; all he has to do is kick all the off-worlders off his planet of Arrakis and control the spice with an iron fist; keep people from hording private caches by selling them fixed quantities. With most all of the universe's elite addicted to the spice, anyways, they'd have to do whatever he wanted or they would die from withdrawal.
Man, spending so many weeks binge drinking sucks. The one night I don't and I feel all achy and headachy and uncomfortable. I forget how fast your body acclimates to alcohol. Plus I'm quiting cigarettes cold turkey, which is much less then fun. No worries; tomorrow I'll dig into that bottle of Black Opal. God damned if it doesn't smell awesome, and I sipped from it when I opened it and it tasted glorious. The only thing is it has a fake cork, and I put the corkscrew too far into it, pierced the back, so I can't lay it on it's side of it bleeds out. Still, the fake cork is cool because with the next bottle I'll be more careful and I'll have a cork that goes easily back into the bottle. That's always a big plus.
Man, NEKO has some big ass knockers. Big like on the scale of MARY's knockers. I wish my dick was as proportionatly big.
I'd be a popular guy, no doubt. lol.
OK, so I'm going to go lay back down on my bed and try to focus on the book. I'm incredibly uncomfortable with the lack of cigarettes and alcohol, but maybe I'll call up that girl from the gas station so I have something to poke on? No? Would that be wrong? I mean, just a couple more months and I'll have gone a whole year.
Oh, and this kind of cute, definitely willing, chick in my government class just broke up with her guy and gave me her number and all. All I want is to have sex with her, but know I'd probably end up dating her for a while.
OK, see, here's my problem;
I feel bad dating someone when I know that, in the end, we're just going to break up. It doesn't seem fair. Yet, at the same time, all but one of my relationships will end in a break up (assuming I take a different road then the rest of my family and only marry once). But still, there are some women that I just KNOW I would never stay with a for a long time. But I feel bad just, essentially, using them for sex until I find someone better and/or move on with my life. Yet, this is what all guys, and most women (at least down here) do, too. Am I just too empathic? Too guilty of the pain I've caused previous?
Fuck it, I'll go for it, but I'm staying away from the gas station chick! She's too dangerous. She's got that look of all my ex-girlfriends/fuck buddies that made me leary of women for so long.
I picked up DUNE MESSIAH, the next in the DUNE CHRONICLES. I'm such a geek, but I don't fucking care. I'm only a couple chapters in and the book is already kick ass. I think Paul should just kill all his rivals and enemies. He's the fucking Emperor, the fucking Messiah, and the most powerful man the universe has ever known. Who is to stop him? Even if everyone outside of his home planet rallied against him, he still controls the spice, the melange! His mere threat to destroy it forever gained him the throne to the Universe. Seriously; all he has to do is kick all the off-worlders off his planet of Arrakis and control the spice with an iron fist; keep people from hording private caches by selling them fixed quantities. With most all of the universe's elite addicted to the spice, anyways, they'd have to do whatever he wanted or they would die from withdrawal.
Man, spending so many weeks binge drinking sucks. The one night I don't and I feel all achy and headachy and uncomfortable. I forget how fast your body acclimates to alcohol. Plus I'm quiting cigarettes cold turkey, which is much less then fun. No worries; tomorrow I'll dig into that bottle of Black Opal. God damned if it doesn't smell awesome, and I sipped from it when I opened it and it tasted glorious. The only thing is it has a fake cork, and I put the corkscrew too far into it, pierced the back, so I can't lay it on it's side of it bleeds out. Still, the fake cork is cool because with the next bottle I'll be more careful and I'll have a cork that goes easily back into the bottle. That's always a big plus.
Man, NEKO has some big ass knockers. Big like on the scale of MARY's knockers. I wish my dick was as proportionatly big.
I'd be a popular guy, no doubt. lol.
OK, so I'm going to go lay back down on my bed and try to focus on the book. I'm incredibly uncomfortable with the lack of cigarettes and alcohol, but maybe I'll call up that girl from the gas station so I have something to poke on? No? Would that be wrong? I mean, just a couple more months and I'll have gone a whole year.
Oh, and this kind of cute, definitely willing, chick in my government class just broke up with her guy and gave me her number and all. All I want is to have sex with her, but know I'd probably end up dating her for a while.
OK, see, here's my problem;
I feel bad dating someone when I know that, in the end, we're just going to break up. It doesn't seem fair. Yet, at the same time, all but one of my relationships will end in a break up (assuming I take a different road then the rest of my family and only marry once). But still, there are some women that I just KNOW I would never stay with a for a long time. But I feel bad just, essentially, using them for sex until I find someone better and/or move on with my life. Yet, this is what all guys, and most women (at least down here) do, too. Am I just too empathic? Too guilty of the pain I've caused previous?
Fuck it, I'll go for it, but I'm staying away from the gas station chick! She's too dangerous. She's got that look of all my ex-girlfriends/fuck buddies that made me leary of women for so long.