Icarus's blog: "Hope- by any other name."

Le sigh.

I'm horny and bored.
Yeah, nothing new, and I have to mow my lawn this weekend. /joy.

I just need a minute to gather.
Decompile.

So... for the last couple months, I've felt someone calling out to me.
Like this distant cry from someone that didn't know my name.
Like they couldn't find me.

It was weird because I felt like I knew that hopelessness behind it, and for once it wasn't mine.

I dunno who, some part of me really hoped I did.
Then it
just
stopped.

Horniness, that's all status quo with the phase of the moon.
The brightest night out I wrote cerebus, and let's face it that wasn't a "fuck me" poem, that was an "I'm going to fuck you" poem.

It's a different kind of horniness, its ... cerebreally uncerebreal- if that makes sense. Like mating season for me.

I'm really in a property mindset right now. Something I can own, fuck and ignore
for some reason I feel like I'd be more at ease if I could.
And somehow, I wouldn't mind terribly if she asked to stay over the night. She just has to be pretty and quiet right now.

Sucks being multinatured. But my thoughts are constantly occupied in this concept, I don't even have a type, or an individual in mind.
Next week I will.
The week after that I'll want cranberry juice.

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So some things have to get done... I hate having to do things during a weekend.
I hate having to do things >>

I'm still me, and I can pay my bills now, but this isn't the forever kinda answer for me.

There's no room for hammocks and shutup sex here.