Too Red, to Read

Rest In Peace, Christopher

2011-12-17T23:40:00.001-05:00

Random Notes

2011-09-11T03:17:00.001-04:00

I'm beginning to see all the words, all those small moments, marching forward. Then, again, maybe I'm just bored or have to get laid. Probably both.
Maybe, I should just take back what I just wrote. Oh, fuck it.
Love ya,

Abe's Heart.

Second Run: "Love Dance"

2011-08-29T01:13:00.000-04:00

I'll wait for you at the station.
I'll be holding some roses.

Lets dance together,
My love.

Rewind: "The Nude Valedictorian"

2011-03-25T22:57:00.000-04:00

The Elks Hall was hot as a brick-oven, set at 450 degrees Fahrenheit. Sweat poured off the walls; poured off, each person packed inside. It wasn't long before the tall, cool, glasses, of Long Island Ice Tea, were passed 'round the main room by white-coated waiters.

Here, amongst the haze of sweating, laughing, red-faced people, he couldn't see the daughter; because, quite frankly, she hadn't arrived yet.

Of course, she wanted to make a proper appearance~~get herself all gussied-up, and back into her cut-offs and tube-top. He could see her father, though :

His friend, the father, stood off to one side of the room, too embarrassed to make eye-contact with anyone.

His daughter, The Valedictorian, hadn't worn the cut-offs and tube-top underneath her gown, and that, (I suppose) was the cause for her tardiness.

She'd graduated, with Top Honors, in Science and Physics and Chemistry, and Microbiology. You'd think she'd make this a good, proud day, for her parents..[but...Oh no, she didn't. ]:

She got to the conclusion of her "Farewell, to the Graduating Class of 2007", and then, shucked her cap, high into the air. So far..so Good!

Then, without pause, she zipped down, the long zipper of her, crimson-colored, gown, and let it fall off her shoulders...There, right there, it laid at her feet. She kicked the gown into the first row seats.

**

She now stood, stark naked, nude, bare-ass, in front of the entire audience, including her parents, her aunt (who had traveled from New Orleans), her brother, friends of the family (which included myself), and 100's of other's..the parents, and relatives, and friends of the parents & relatives of her classmates.

**

She stood, nude and gleaming, in the hot, afternoon, sun.

Feet planted, next to the Speakers' podium, everyone could plainly see her body, exposed. Everyone saw.

Some laughed, and others cheered, but that wasn't the consensus. No one stopped her, or draped something, anything, over her. I guess we were all just shocked, and embarrassed for her..no one moved, or took her off stage.

She spouted something about, "Being FREE and LIBERATED!," then, twirled about, and shook her bare bottom at us.

Most of the people gathered now at the "after"-party were friends, and close relatives, of the young Valedictorian. The Elks Hall had been rented, far in advance, and a local swing-band (that played a Rock-and-Roll version, of "Pomp and Circumstance"), had been hired for the day.

As yet, The Lady of the Day hadn't arrived. The Long Island Ice was flowing.

**

The Father, I know him well. Work with him at the Law firm. Upright guy. Church-goer. Such a shame, that his Daughter, (who, truth tell, I'd only met a few times) seemed like a nice kid.

It just wasn't right. The poor man can't even look at anyone, without blushing scarlet. Can't tell, if his face is red with anger, booze, or embarrassment...but, my guess is:

It's, all three.

**

Her Father's sister, Aunt Kitty, had come all the way from New Orleans for the big event. She was standing next to her brother, when her Niece, (The Valedictorian)came through the front door, striding, into the Elks Hall. His Daughter was wearing the cut-offs and tube-top, once again. She was beaming, smiling.

It was visibly apparent, to all eyes in the room, the young woman wasn't wearing her panties, beneath those cut-offs. THE TWO, ROUND CHEEKS, OF HER ASS, were peeking out from each hem of the short-shorts.

Those shorts looked like they were painted, molded, to her bare bottom.

Her friends gathered around her, and patted her on the back. Her boy-friend, picked her up, and twirled her about; then, set her back on her feet, and gave her bottom a playful swat, with his open palm. He shook his two, index, fingers at her, with the "SHAME, SHAME" sign.

I was standing next to the Father's sister. His sister watched the Valedictorian's boy-friend, give the naughty graduate a smack on the ass-cheeks, and turned to her brother, and said, "See. That's what you should have done a long time ago, only a little swifter, and proper-like. That girl's spoiled~ ~very full of 'erself, I'd say. You know wat they say, 'bout "SPARING" THE ROD?~ ~ well, I'd say she needs a little lesson 'bout that....Graduation, or not!!"

** "Kitty, don't you think she may be a little too old for that."

** "Hell, don'cha think she wuzz a little too old to be exposin' erself?"

** As the young graduate made her way around the room, giving and receiving hugs, and kisses, and congratulations, we talked together about the "proper" response to the misbehavior we all were a witness to, earlier that afternoon.

["SHE could use a good spankin' on 'er bare bottom, righ't here, in front ah ever'one," Aunt Kitty pronounced].

** Too put it as gentle as I can..I must say, I was beginning too see Aunt Kitty's point of view. Not only that, but so was the young Valedictorian's Father.

** I watched the Father, walk over to his wife and whisper something in her ear. The wife, (who only minutes before, was staring at her daughter, bending over to kiss a relative, with her bottom thrust out, [showing more skin again]) was now, beginning to smile, just a little bit.

** Before long, Aunt Kitty, and the graduate's Mother and Father, had cooked up a plan of action.

** "Well. That little whipper-snapper's gonna wish she'd kept her gown ON, fer sure! Jus' lookie there, at 'er britches~~She's naked as a babe under those cut-offs. Jus' have a seat young man. You're a Lawyer, am I right? Well, you're about'a see JUSTICE carried out. GOOD AND PROPER!"

** "You don't mean..."

** ..."Jus' wait an' see. I think yah gunna see da young lady's bare bottom again!"

** I sat in a corner chair, sipping Long Island Ice Tea; sweat dripped from my forehead.

** The Father had placed a chair in front of the bandstand.

** The band leader was given a card to read from.

** The Mother stood, with both hands folded over one another, at the edge of the crowd.

** She turned to her daughter and said, with a slight smile on her face,"Well, honey, you sure know how proud of you we are today...but, that doesn't excuse the embarrassment you caused us, and the spectacle you made of yourself..."

** ... "OH, MOM..."

** ..."DON'T 'OH MOM,' ME...Now, you just listen up, it's okay..today is your day. I think..and I think I speak for everyone here today, that it would be swell, ah, just super..if you got yourself naked for your party also!

"Really, sweetie, that would be the best thing you could do..."

** "You really want me to be nude for my party...butt-naked, for all my friends & relatives, again?"

** "Sure, we do. After all, you wanted to be 'FREE AND LIBERATED', right?

** "Well, yes, that was the spirit of it, sure."

** "Well, go ahead..TAKE OFF those cut-offs..Take off, that TUBE-TOP...Take off..those SANDALS!!"

** "Geez, it's sooo HOT in here~~might as well be comfortable. Everyone want's to see my BIRTHDAY SUIT, again! Okay Mom. They've all seen everything already, I guess. What difference does it make? It'll be FUN..Great pictures for my scrapbook,, huh?"

** "That's it..Go for it, Jennifer," her Mother replied.

Hard to believe it now, but Jennifer actually went along with her Mother's suggestions. This Valedictorian was full of herself; used to getting what she wanted:

** She didn't give a lick, who saw the shaved pubes, or, the pink lips of her pussy. She didn't care if her asshole was visble, to all, as she bent over, and shook her butt at us! The sweltering sun, all afternoon, blazing down upon her butt-crack, would not have given her the proper sting, the proper perpective, of a bare-bottomed spanking. Aunt Kitty was right: Jennifer was spoiled.

** As the band began to play, the young graduate, got down on the floor, and unbuttoned her cut-offs. She lifted her legs, into the air, and with each hand, pulled the cut-offs at the waistline. She shimmied her butt, as the cut-offs were pulled down, inch-by-inch. She smiled as the people clapped their hands, and egged her onward.

** Her young classmates weren't told of the planning that went into this. For all they knew, this was a spontaneous act, of naughtiness, acted out, with purpose, by Jennifer, once again. Everyone else, all the adults..were fully informed of the situation...[Believe me, I saw more then a few CAMCORDER's and Pocket-Camera's put into service, as Jenny got down on the floor.]

** Then, after much tussling, she finally got the tight shorts down to her ankles. Her bare bottom, and crack, were on full view now. She kicked the cut-offs, across the dance floor, out of reach. With both hands, placed upon her butt-cheeks, she twirled around:

break-dancing, butt-naked, below the waist.

After two swirls, while bringing up the REAR, Jenny, took her hands away from her ass, and lifted each leg in the air. Lying on her back now, supine, she spread each leg out, showing off, way-too-much, for anyones taste.

(It was as if Jennifer were possessed by something beyond her, not able to control her heat, her visible excitement. )

With her eyes, gazing at the ceiling, she kept each of her long legs spread out.

** Then, with a shout of "YES!" Jennifer, kicked both, bare, feet out, sending her two sandals flying, across the room. They landed right in front of her father, seated in front of the bandstand. He picked up a sandal, and turned it in his hand.

** Meanwhile, Jennifer, reached up, lifted her head, and pulled off the tub-top. She released both of her shapely breasts; her nipples erect, standing at attention. Jenny's breasts were not large, but they were beautiful. She really is a beautiful woman...without shame, of course, but I guess we ALL have our lapses in judgment.

** Now Jennifer, was nude again! She rolled, onto her stomach, and lifted her bottom up, off the floor. The Band played a disco beat, and Jenny (as her friends called her), got on her knees and cocked-out her bare-ass at all. She began to shake..shake..shake...her very exposed booty!

** This is when her Father motioned the band to stop playing. He was fuming, I could see, but was trying not to show his anger.

** You could see EVERYTHING SHE OWNED~~Perineum to the MAX!~~vulva to anus! HE couldn't wait, I could see, to wrap his arm around her waist, and take her, ass-bare, across his knees. Waiting for just the right moment, he slapped the discarded sandal, once, upon his palm, then placed it next to him, on the floor.

Jenny got up and stood, facing, everyone~~smiling now, from her head to her bare toes!

** She saw her Aunt Kitty, and waved. Aunt Kitty, big smile on her face, waved back.

** "Hi, Aunt Kitty. I guess you all get to see me in the buff, again. After all, it is MY day. It's soooo HOT, everybody. Thanks for coming, and celebrating with me, on such a HOT-HOT DAY! OHHHweeeooHH,it feels good to be nude, and FREE and Liberated! Thank you, ALL, for understanding the spirit of my nudity today...and the unexpected gesture of asking me to be comfortable at my party too!!

" You guys are great. Guess I showed you all a little more than I should have..but, it's me...just as I was on the day I was born..(Shaved and all, too boot, huh?) This is something I've wanted to do for a long time. I guess I've always had a hankering to be something of an exhibitionist.

"Thanks for letting me have a little fun, on my great day~~I worked awful hard, and made the grade

"Now, you see me fully~~A ripe, beautiful body; toned, tan, and butt-naked, for all to see!!"

** The Father, during his daughter's second speech of the day, took the tube-top and the cutoffs, and went out back of the Elks Hall. He tossed the discared clothes into a Dempsy Dumpster, and closed the lid. Then, re-entered the Hall. (Jennifer would remain Naked, all afternoon, and night.)

**When my Friend, and Law Partner, returned, he sat back down in the chair; watching, and waiting.

** "Can I have everyone's attention please," said the band leader, reading from the card provided, "Including, our special Valedictorian?"

** Jennifer looked over at her Father. Then, her eyes shifted back to the stage. She definitely was beginning to feel somewhat self-conscious. Her face told the tale; a beginning flush of red upon each of her cheeks.

** "Well, son," Aunt Kitty, said to me, "Here goes. She's gonna get just what the doctor ordered. Did you ever see anythin' like that dance she did? Right there, on the floor, spinning on her tummy, an' yah could see see everythin' God gave 'er. She should be completely ashamed of herself..but she's not. She wants to show 'erself. She wants to be naked in public, prancing around in front of ever'body, with her backside bare, and her tits shaking. Well, Well. We'll jus' see about that! "

** The band leader read on :

"There is a special gift..the Father of the Valedictorian would like to present to his daughter. If Jennifer would be so kind as to approach her father, he'll be happy to present her with a Graduation Gift.

"I'm sure she'll find her gift endlessly rewarding. Come on, Jenny! Step on up. That's the ticket."

[The "ticket" reference was added, on the card, in order for Jennifer to think of the tickets to Europe, she had hoped were the gift. Her father & mother paid for a European Vacation..Full tour package, and beaches..All Summer long!]

"Honey, I have a gift for your Graduation," The Father said, "Both, from your Mother & I. Would you walk over here please.That's a good girl."

Jenny, looked around the full room now; her eyes searching the faces of her friends and relatives. We were all kind of staring at her backside...the round cheeks of her shapely bottom. Her females friends, were open-mouthed; not really believing what they were seeing..Jenny, bare naked, in front of all her family, and friends~~jeez, she's gonna get it, all right [That's what her female friends were thinking!]

** Sweat was beaded on Jen's forehead, and her back, and her two buttocks. She gleamed with the exertions of dancing. Her boy-friend, she could see, was smiling, with a half-goofy, grin on his face. Now, she looked as if she were having second thoughts about all this, {God, I'm NAKED~~EXPOSED~~in FRONT of EVERYONE. Oh, Daddy...I'm sooo naughty! So ashamed!...was the look on her face}

** She glanced about the floor, as if she were searching for her clothes..(the cut-offs..the tub-top..the sandals. ) She looked as if she wanted to crawl underneath a rock. She wanted to cover herself, hide. Her ass-crack was shining under the lights, gleaming in sweat..but then, goosebumps began to appear also...a reddened flush, entered Jenny's face.

Oh, she knew now...just how naughty she'd been..she felt too exposed now. She'd just "GRIN AND BARE IT," as the old expression went.

She walked forward, slowly now, and stood before her father. He was seated, both hands folded in his lap. Now, Jenny was standing, right in front of him. She bent forward a bit, and said, "So, Daddy, where's my present, huh??"

** Everyone in the room could hear the audible gasp, rising from one side of the room. Her female friends were outraged at her tone of voice. So spoiled~~they wouldn't dare speak to their parents like this! ("ohhh, my!" ; "Jenny!", was the gasp & consensus: One, swift, spanking...and NO trip to Europe, for this Valedictorian!!)

** "Go ahead, Jenny..Look behind the chair..Is your present there?"

** The moment had come. I watched now, as Jenny held her right arm, across her chest, covering up her breasts; her left hand, she held over her closely shaved pussy~~ to all eyes, a twin to an expelled "eve" in the Garden. She had to lean over, with her bottom facing us...

...lean over, and look behind the chair. {Is that where the tickets to Europe are??}..lean over, now, and look over her Daddy's shoulder. Aunt Kitty and I moved to the side of the bandstand, (watching Jenny, profile now.)

**** Jennifer, ever so slowly, leaned across her Father's left shoulder-blade , and peeked behind the chair. She scooted her ass, back and forth, trying to see through the floor, for her present..being careful not to slap her dad in the face with her bare breasts.

"THERE'S NOTHING BACK THERE DADDY...Where's my present?? What's up, with this...huh??" Shimmying her bottom; trying to be light-hearted about her nakedness..her "naughtiness."

** "SHAME,SHAME, SHAME ON YOU," her father, replied.

And, with that, Jennifer was grabbed, firmly around the waist, and tipped, ever so nicely, across her Daddy's knees. The nude graduate's eyes were staring into the floor; her ass was raised high, with both her bare feet kicking. Jenny, completely up-ended, was now, wiggling upon her father's lap.

Aunt Kitty, standing next me, let out a whoop, and patted me on the back. I spilled my Long Island Ice Tea, onto the dance floor. We watched, as Jenny kicked both bare feet; both her soles, were brown, and caked;dirty, from the stage and dance floor.

Her father held her firmly round the waist, as she struggled to get out of this predicament..{oh, those Camcorders were "recording" it all. Flashbulbs, going off, on all sides}

** "Oh, Jennifer, for shame! Spank her good now, brother!," Aunt Kitty shouted-out.

It was as if a tidal wave had entered the room; a tidal wave of hoot's and glee, from Jenny's female friends; a wave of gasps and exclamations, from the older relatives, (who watched, as their hubby's clicked cameras, and "zoomed-in" upon those two, upraised buttocks) and, everyone, the young and the old, were finally witnessing the all too evident, and now, nude and unhappy, graduate, filling her "scrapbook," not with Vacation photos, but.....This most NAKED moment of all..{"Guess ya can forget about those Nude Beaches you were telling us about..huh, Jenny!," one lone graduate (a red faced, female friend), shouted, for all to hear!}

**At this point, Jennifer had stopped trying to wiggle out it, and kept her head down, and her ass high! With her left leg, just about falling off her Daddy's lap, Aunt Kitty and I were getting an eyeful of the nude graduate's puckered asshole. I motioned to Kitty's brother, to bring her leg back onto his lap....

....with one, quick, look at his daughter's open crack, he took his hand, and gave her one, open handed, spank, dead-center, ("ooOOwwwhAhh")..then, grabbed her dangling leg and propped it, back up!

** "GO AHEAD! SPANK "ER GOOD, SO SHE DON'T SIT DOWN FOR A WEEK! THAT'S IT!..WARM HER FANNY, GOOD!," screamed, Aunt Kitty.

And so it was:

In the heat of that Elk's Hall, on a bright, sunny, June afternoon, Jennifer Colepepper, received the greatest gift she ever received. All those present, including her dopey boyfriend, had to concur with all they'd witnessed.

** "YOU'RE GONNA LEARN THAT YOU CAN'T ALWAYS DO AS YOU PLEASE..AS YOU WANT.." He smacked her, across both buttocks, hard..then, leaned down and picked up one of her discarded sandals. [Visions of Jenny, tossing the sandal's off of her feet, and letting them fly across the dance-floor, would be re-played, again and again, in the coming years!]

"You want to be Nude, huh?" (Spank*).."OOOhhAwwH"

.And, with that first smack of the sandal, across both bare buttocks, the real spanking began. The white bottom, was soon a crimson patchwork; no longer happy in it's exposure...

** "Shameful, Jenny!..We're proud..but not of your final day in College!"
..(Spank! Whack! spank-spank-spank-!!)

**It was spectacular, strange, and justified, all in the same instant. We'd seen it all, at this point. Jenny's father let into her backside with a ratta-tat-tat, and a left, and right, cheek assault..spanking vigoriously. Just when we thought it was over with; Jenny, resigned, and meeting the sandal, and bringing up the rear, as her father threw the sandal to the floor....

** ....the band, gazing now, from the bandstand, upon the young woman's ass-cheeks,~~~blazing red, along with her face; both her breasts, hanging free, and her ass, lifted high~~struck up, "Pomp and Circumstance" one more., rousing, time.

As, the band played, we began to clap and count out loud....

As the red-faced father, a small smile playing along his lips,

raised his open palm high, once more.

"See..young man," Aunt Kitty said to me, "There's our Jenny! There's the girl...
Our Valedictorian...just righ' ....just righ't"

~~And, for all those gathered....

The band played on...and on, and on,

and, on.

The End.

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"BLUSH" (New Video from "Shortbusnormal")

2010-10-01T03:37:00.000-04:00

~x~Abe's Heart.

Cognitive Dissonance Redux: 2007-2010

2010-08-11T03:09:00.000-04:00

When I posted this video, in 2007, It caused a small stir. Viewer's thought I was stoned. I wasn't.
This video still holds its meaning....Cognitive Dissonance, again.

Oh, for Christ's Sake!

2010-06-06T15:44:00.000-04:00

Aquarius

You're flat-out amazed at how well today is going -- and how quickly everything falls into place! Your hot ideas are pushing the envelope pretty far, but it looks almost too `easy.

Character Study: Izzy B. [Part Four~~Conclusion]

2010-06-06T15:33:00.001-04:00

Izzy is a good man. He sees himself as a good man. What he contributes to the household makes him proud. He's a good son.
His father, (who Izzy, "lives with") is the opposing force-field, setting up barriers. Izzy walks a fine line, each day, looking for the next land-mine, under foot. (maybe, being alone, like his father, is his fate, Izzy ponders; his thoughts, running freely on a rainy day.)

He thinks, "What happened to my life. I used to be in love." There's a cat moaning outside his window, and it's Springtime.

Izzy is still learning, still growing up. "You're never too old to learn something new," his father says to him.

Izzy B. is tall and slim. He seems to have been born slim, and was a lanky adolescent, sitting on the sidelines, while the other boys and girls ran about, playing games. He has a heart condition, wears glasses, and is shunned by his peers. (There are days when he feels so low, the thought of ending his life intrudes his otherwise rambling thoughts. He never follows-through, with self-destruction. He'll march on, regardless.)

What Izzy needs is work; an honest days labor.

Lately, he has been fearful of work, feeling he wouldn't measure up, that it'd be too much for him. The ash-pit of depression is too close, too much with him.

Izzy asks, Who am I?

He hasn't found the answer yet.

And so, what would Izzy write about himself, if he'd ever write about himself??

That, my friends, is for another day.

`X~Abe's Heart.
[end]...?

Character Study: Izzy B~~[Part Three]

2010-05-09T16:42:00.000-04:00

He wonders at his isolation, awaiting some other who can understand. Self-pity disgusts him; exposes his most vulnerable areas.

Every little bit of writing, of singing, makes him feel better. Sometimes, it is better to be unknowing; to be apart in a crowd. What Izzy would like, very much, is to be loved; not just loved lightly, but loved for his faults and imperfections. Like anyone, his emotions sometimes get the better of him; his sensitivities, tuned-up, too high.

[To be continued...]

`x~Abe's Heart.

Character Study: Izzy B~~[Part Two]

2010-05-05T20:45:00.000-04:00

Izzy knew he was an outsider; however, he feared being viewed as such. If he had to go out into the world, it was always alone. He knew, also, that everyone was alone, fearing, maybe just as he. Maybe, being lonely was his fate:

For Izzy B., the days seemed too long, and the nights too quiet; his solitude, if he wasn't careful, became oppressive; his room, stifling.

One day, he'd be able to tell his story. But, for now, in the silence of his room, Izzy couldn't get the words out,---frustrated, he throws the parchment across the room, tipping it, into the wastepaper basket---the very act of writing, of communicating, his feelings, as such, becoming muted in their tones, like stoic soldiers, marching on, marching on.

[To be Continued...]

`x~Abe's Heart.
May 5, 2010.

Character Study: Izzy B.~~PART ONE

2010-05-02T19:15:00.001-04:00

At Fifty-One, Izzy B. could still see himself as the embodiment of a tabula-raza; his mind, one of a Rabbi or Monk, with his books. He craved quiet and solitude; restful moments, unbound, bringing all noise to heel.

Daily, his father's radio spewed rants, offending Izzy's ears. When Izzy found some quiet, he embraced it, and read his books, and wrote poetry, and stamped his words in stone.

(He, Izzy B., thought to himself: What's in a name? He still did not know himself; and if he didn't know himself he was lost; just biding the clock, one day into the next, without rhyme or reason.)

And so, he goes on, living the life of a contemplative, as if each word were a final testament; a last gasp, strung from the heart.

(to be continued...)

`x~Abe's Heart.

FYI

2010-04-06T02:13:00.000-04:00

I've added two more videos (by "ShortbusNormal") on my video retrospective blog. I'll be adding a video each night.

You can view the videos @ "CLICK ME"

Going to see "AMERICAN IDIOT" on Broadway This Week!

2010-04-04T23:27:00.000-04:00

Gotta LOVE Green Day!

Just Roll With It

2010-03-04T16:00:00.001-05:00

Just roll with it. Don't think too much.
I can read these words later,
Thinking myself to sleep--
Or thinking myself to sleep,
I can read these words later.

This is what you get
When you stop alongside a dark road;
Your headlights are fair game,
They say.

I'll keep writing. I will.
Even though the destination
Is as fickle as a created butterfly.

Fly.

`x~Abe's Heart.

JENNIFER's STORY (Continued):

2010-02-20T03:10:00.000-05:00

Here....Click me

Hold On Hope!

2010-02-16T04:42:00.000-05:00

Hold On ~Number Two @ Yahoo! Video

~Abe's Heart

Still kickin' at 51! (Feb. 12~Lincoln & me)

Poems...and, a question for you:

2010-01-31T15:23:00.003-05:00

Can a poem be sexy & morbid at the same time????...Jeepers! I've got to keep writing to get better.

Click the title of this post. I'd like to hear your opinion on my latest poem--(the video, by the Yeah,Yeah,Yeahs is a good one too!)

`x`Abe's Heart.

The Videos of "Glass House Clouds" (Ya-Hoooooooo!)

2010-01-16T17:40:00.000-05:00

Ahhhh, those were the days!
(Yahoo STILL has not deleted these. (And, I Still like these 19 videos)...

For those who are too red to read: Thank you.

su Yahoo! Video

~x~Abe's Heart.

Spankings for the New Year!

2010-01-03T02:47:00.000-05:00

You may have noticed that I've deleted the "Amber and Mandy Stories" blog.
Sometimes, the creative juices just aren't right.
I've been writing lots of poetry lately (as well as, a Novel-in-progress:)...The spanking stories are definitely on hold.

Of course, this doesn't mean I won't ever write them again.
In the meantime...enjoy the sexy poems.

Or, you can watch this video:

You run around...

2009-12-22T01:53:00.000-05:00

...Doing your best to be happy. You've had that song buzzing your head for the last three days. She sings, and you cannot see anything but the cool emotion, tingling your spine.

The holidays are tough for me.
This song ...I love.

Peace and love, always,

~x~Abe's Heart.

Latest In-box Infestation: "Hold That Tiger"

2009-12-09T13:19:00.000-05:00

`X~Abe's Heart.

Oh yeah! Ho-Ho-Ho!

2009-12-03T20:27:00.000-05:00

Don't know...

2009-12-01T17:32:00.000-05:00

When I'll be back.
When I'll be able to write as I've done.

Happy Holidays to everyone who drops in here. Love you.

`x~Abe's Heart.

It sure is good to see Carrie Underwood rockin'

2009-11-20T15:34:00.000-05:00

One:

2009-11-05T21:52:00.000-05:00

Don't let it go by
without a shout-out,
a hey you, and a here's another!

Yes. It's anniversary time, again.
The days are numbered, so don't forget,
to clasp them tight and say, amen!

One year, baby. Here's to another...and, another....and,
another...with, love:

~x~Abe's Heart, always.

EROGASM #1 : Halloween Edition

2009-11-01T23:03:00.001-05:00

So here is my first linkdump. You can copy and repost it. If you have any erotic links for me please send them to

erogarden@gmail.com

The Bite

Randy Pumpkins

The Witching Hour Approaches

Halloween Heels

Halloween Party

You Want MORE Candy, Fatty? Be Careful What You Ask For

Keep vampires sexed up – or, the curious case of “the Mormon Anne Rice”

Spooooky Sex Toys

Halloween Fuck

Hot, crowded and smoky, the dance floor writhed and pulsed as the music played louder with each hour. Hot bodies pressed close to one another in the tight space. The music, the heat, the smell of sex permeated the room. Halloween has come again and we were going to celebrate.

Thanks, to the Bad Girl,

for keeping the flame going!

~x~Abe's Heart.

Okay....

2009-10-28T01:13:00.000-04:00

....So, the next time you feel like stompin' on someone's face with your big, black, boots, jus' put on this fuckin' song and shout the shit out of it. Get your blood up, and sing, ya dingus!

Out!

~x~Abe's Heart

I'm scattered...Did'ja Notice?

2009-10-17T00:37:00.000-04:00

I've got so many places on blogspot
I don't know where to write next!

I'm going to spend some time reading other peeps
blogs for a while. Its been, like, forever since I've dipped
into the sexiness out there...(that's my Cali-by-way-of-New-York-Voice!).....

.....Maybe, just maybe, I'll end up at YOUR BLOG!!!!!!!!!!????

See ya soon. I'll make my way through "Paradise of Reads" list...then, the "followers" list......

`x~Abe's Heart.

no title

2009-10-12T15:52:00.000-04:00

She was curious. The kind of woman who couldn't wait for anything, she was; two strokes of the brush, sent her into orgasm; and, three strokes, sent her heart chiming.

He'd work on it, dreaming of the next scene, the next words. She'd play his game, 'cause she loved it. The whole house would sing with their love-making.

Years of curiosity,
making his kitten purr.

Yep...that's her.

Poetry

2009-10-04T20:59:00.000-04:00

POETRYpoetryPOETRYpoetryPOETRYpoetry....
.....Click me!

[I've been busy, gathering together a new book. Some of these will be included]

Stay True, It'll see you through!

2009-09-23T12:16:00.001-04:00

How did I know he'd do so well?

`x~Abe's Heart

PS: Support our President....and, Support our Troops

Continued.........:

2009-09-22T22:09:00.000-04:00

I love the new post editor. Why do I love the new post editor, you may be asking? ...Well, for one thing, the writing looks so fresh and new! (doesn't it?..I mean, really!)...

...It has been a very busy week. Let me tell you: My father is losing his mind..this is very tough, so hard to deal with. I'm going to be honest here [It must be so difficult, not having short-term memory..I feel for him, and I'm as frustrated as he is.]

I sticking with him.

If I'm not visiting your blogs, or you don't hear from me for a while...well. Now you know why. I'm taking care of him, as well as myself. I know I'm not alone. Thank you, for reading here & commenting.

`x~Abe's Heart.

Sugasm's coming up!

2009-09-04T08:53:00.002-04:00

Giving props to "Sugasm".

I've got some poetry goin' on this week!

Yay!

Hey you!: Go take a peek at the profile page....."Sexy Poems"

Love as always, Abe's Heart.

Postin' up a storm!

2009-08-23T14:42:00.004-04:00

It's a lazy Sunday today.
Is anyone reading blogs today???
Come on, tell me you're reading my naughty stuff(?????????????)

So? Have you seen Hurricane Bill???.....

.....Drat! I'm bored.

`x~Abe's Heart.

PS: It's a Miss Heap kinda day ~~ CLICK me!

Oh, My!

2009-08-21T12:40:00.002-04:00

New "Sexy poem"

~[click, above...."sexy poem"]~

love as always,

Abe's Heart.

Did you ever?.....

2009-08-18T12:58:00.004-04:00

Did you ever feel like writing something, even when you're drawing nothing but blanks?; the blanks of writing, I mean....They're like, totally out of sync with everything else, once you get the bloody words onto the bloody paper. It all looks like some Englishman's inflection, gone to fucking hayseed, ya know what I mean?
There isn't any words sitting between my legs, dumbass. So, what's this shit all about.

Christ, if I know. I'm just gonna sit here, like the f-ing Karaoke-King, and drink cool water and wipe my brow, sweating like a pig, see?...

Oh! go to buggers! I know you. I do. You're gonna leave this fucking gin-mill and toddle on home, and damn well write every god-damn word I'm saying. All for the love of your self-masturbatory life...Go on, bugger off..see if I care?

Yeah. But, did you ever???

AMBER, AMBER, AMBER,....so, Naughty.

2009-08-05T16:11:00.003-04:00

CLICK, click, click-through, the word,

"CLICK"

SEXY POEMS! .... click!
`x~Abe's Heart.

On The Beach:

2009-08-04T10:41:00.005-04:00

In praise of the female form, Summer Time is the perfect time for the "bottom-man"
You know "the bottom man," surely; he's the one who's gaze lingers, long after she'd walked away; he's the one who massages sun-tan lotion, and sunscreen, onto the two hemispheres of her ass, her golden-tan ass, buttocks, backside, rump, and booty.

On the beach, you'll find her, stretched out, in all her glory.

Here where the shore meets with the horizon, the "bottom man," smiles, while doffing his cap. She is hot. She is matching herself, with nature on her side. She is the glorious Summer-time's ultimate attraction....attraction....attraction....

....attraction. With, praise,

and,

love.

`x~Abe's Heart.
I've gotten back to the "Mandy & Amber Stories" You'll find the latest posts here >>

Click

Posting for Pup!!

2009-08-02T00:35:00.003-04:00

~x`Abe's Heart.
ps: Yes. I do love Shakira.

Just in Case You Haven't Read it.....

2009-07-05T12:39:00.000-04:00

....Here's a Mandy & Amber Story, before "Telephone"

Enjoy!

click me !

~x`Abe's Heart.

As you can see...

2009-07-01T15:22:00.001-04:00

I will be posting here again,
plus, "Paradise of Reads,"

Plus, again, New Sexy Poems....

...and, the slowly continuing Vampire Venture. [see post below]

(...We'll see:)

`x~Abe's Heart.

[check the profile page, and read wherever you'd like. Welcome!]

LIBERTY STREET:

2009-07-01T15:15:00.000-04:00

"CLICK me"

poems:

2009-06-29T19:41:00.002-04:00

Branching out
in wonder
all the time.

Life will toss you
for coins
or rhyme.

Sing a song,
smile,
in giving pause
to pain.

Water.
Fire.
Air.

Breathe.

NEWS YOU can USE!!!

2009-04-26T17:06:00.003-04:00

All New posts will be here : "click me"

Also: I've been playing around, just a bit, with a new blog. If you like vampire stories...."click me too!"

[.....here we go!:)]

`x~Abe's Heart.

California Dreaming: "Mount Tam":

2009-04-17T07:08:00.001-04:00

`x~Abe's Heart.

Coming Back Slowly:

2009-03-27T13:16:00.003-04:00

I've been posting some bits & pieces,
[at, "Paradise of Reads" ].

THINGS ARE LOOKING A BIT BRIGHTER...GOT A JOB PROSPECT THAT LOOKS GOOD AND I've written some pages I'm very happy with [Novel-in-progress].

I'm taking things slowly: One day at time.

I'll try to keep the blog going; however, it's new home is at "Paradise of Reads."

...see: Profile page.

PS: That's where you'll find links to my favorite blogs, also.

I'm glad to be back.

Love you all,
~x~Abe's Heart.

Farewell...and, love:

2009-02-11T22:20:00.003-05:00

2000......................................................>10 !

Farewell, Bloggers. I love you all.

See you in the Funny Papers.
(next year)
`x~Abe's Heart.

PS: ~~tug on the ear~~

Till We Meet Again:

2009-01-30T00:45:00.002-05:00

...I remain,
in heart & mind,

true.

~x~adam.

Playlist">
Music Playlist at MixPod.com

To Calisto-Demon & friends:

Calisto-Demon~~Today, my Profile tipped into 4,000 (a dubious number, at best.)....

...On Feb. 12th I'll be 50, Abe Lincoln will be 200 and this blog (as "adam") will be History. It was a good return & an even better History (His-story)...

...I remain the same man I was when I began blogging in 2005. I still search, like "adam" for meaning in a world, not yet, what it should be, but with a vast knowledge of what it "could" Be.

Imperfect I arrived. Imperfect, I go.

Give me a year, that's all.
I know I'll be back.

In a year...a year.

~x~adam.

January 30, 2009 12:30 AM

It's tough..It's very tough.

2009-01-27T21:25:00.003-05:00

Gotta get goin'.....

Love you,

adam.

"Apple Cider"

2009-01-27T02:08:00.000-05:00

Latest video from "PoetHeadsUp."

No. I haven't gone insane.
(not yet, anyway)

`x~adam.

P.S. > My little stick on Long Island is coming undone. I apologize for not being completely "here"...My Visiting hours (making the blog 'rounds) is a crap-shoot lately.So goes Exhaustion. Take care of yourselves & others. xo,adam

P.S.s. : I'm just going to keep adding to this. I gotta say, to anyone still reading here. Hold on..hold the fuck on. You ain't seen Nothing yet. I'm fucked up..truly, fucked up, headwise.

Truth.
:(

I can play around, and laugh, all I want.

2009-01-23T23:53:00.002-05:00

The feeble-minded will still be taken advantage of.
The middle class will still be impelled to look downward,
Angel.
The boxcar will only be a memory,
fading in the distance.
The peddler will forever be knocking on the backdoor.

Someday, my princess will come.
I can play around, and laugh, all I want.

All I need is more
important.

In between trains,
my sight transcends clarity.

The stiff-fingered boy
writes incessantly
about life.

The old man shakes his head
in wonder.

The thought moves on,
as a ticket is punched.

**
I can play around, and laugh,
all I want.

**
~x~adam. (posted @vice&verses)copyright 2009.

Where Ya Goin'?

2009-01-22T04:35:00.003-05:00

I'm in a really scattered mood. In every word,
my dear, you'll find a blessing
or, a curse.
Don't step on my tie,
break my session
with passion,
or,
ride the train with strangers.
If you happen to catch me talking to myself,
pat me on the back,
smile,
and say,
Where ya goin??
**
(These days, it's the only relevant question.)

With Humor & Grace, We Begin:

2009-01-20T13:54:00.004-05:00

"I'm a Lefty...Get Used To It."
~President Obama.

You could not find a better example of "Don't Box me in."
You gotta give it to him.

**
Change cannot occur without this. The Future, the Youth of our Country, has spoken.

Let them have the credit, and the Future they deserve.

**
I love The USA & the World.
Yes WE can. Believe it. A Call to Service: NATIONALLY.
**

Onward, within the Last word..for Politics.

~x~adam#2 and a half.

It's that time...once again...in memory...

2009-01-20T02:42:00.002-05:00

Here << click me!

(....smiling down, I know)
~x~adam.

There are...

2009-01-20T02:15:00.001-05:00

...no last posts.

You'll see whatever you want to see.
The world, never as bright as it is today.

One small bit of Change,
and We're free.

Take this moment into your heart;
let it breathe for all.

I gather the silent bitterness
brewing in my enemy's heart;
recognizing each potion,

a puzzle,

a call,

a child in the woods.

There are no last posts,
to blur my forward motion.

~x~adam. 01/19/09 ~~for MLKing & President Obama

EDIT: 1/20/09~2:14AM

Exactly...Still feel the same way, damnit!

2009-01-19T00:56:00.000-05:00

(Posted this @ShortbusNormal Videos [2007-2008])...desperate, for change.

`x~adam.

Ps: There is a feeling growing within me. I don't know who reads me any longer. I've probably turned off more than a few people for not being "sexy" enough. Too bad, I say. The real deal is flying forward.

My brother-in-law is hospitalized. My Sister is gearing up for Divorce Court. My father is fuming in anger, loss, rage, and a collection of "false memories"...The hurt is endless, effecting all in my family. My mother, God rest her soul, is looking upon us with sorrowful eyes.

I don't care anymore, if I'm "sexy" or not. I want to live, like anyone else; someone who counts, no matter what...no matter where...no matter when.

"Sexy" is only half of it..if that.

If that.
~x~adam 01/19/09~12:55AM

Now, it seems.......done & over & done again...

2009-01-16T00:22:00.001-05:00

...and, OVER.

**

x,adamNumber2-and-a-Half.

I've Reached That point:

2009-01-14T16:59:00.005-05:00

In the grand scheme of things it may be a small thing:

Everyone, at some point, reaches that point where they question their worth, their value, in the eyes of others. We look for validation; for a sense we actually mean something to another.

I've lived with the word, "IDIOT" ringing in my ears. In a moment, those I love have hurt me more than any "school-yard bully."

I'm stealing from Maya Angelou [sic]: I know why the caged bird
sings.

I may be the reincarnation of Abe Lincoln [born on his birthday & holding on, w/ my humor & Marfan's] I'm wearing his "Death-mask," today. The Civil WAR in our HOUSE is nearing its breaking point.

I want to get off the train.

This "idiot" has reached the end of the line.

I've reached that point in Time.

The voice says: "You're not of value."

"You're an idiot" (useless)

I've taken in the sickness of my father....

...I'm throwing up.

He faces me towards the mirror...Idiot, Idiot, Idiot, Idiot, Idiot.

**
I jump & run for the hills....

**

No longer useless; although, GONE.

~x~adam.

Just what the Doctor ordered...

2009-01-12T03:50:00.000-05:00

...and, nothing else.

x,adam.
Latest poem & video here > CLICK ME!

Only Francesca will understand.

2009-01-11T15:41:00.001-05:00

I miss you, hun. You're a friend and a lover.

truth.
~x~adam.

There's nothing sappy about this. It's still a beautiful song..:

2009-01-11T14:27:00.001-05:00

It's your life..Never surrender.

You raise me up - Westlife - MyVideo

Sugasm # 156: Goodnight, Sweet ..sweet.

2009-01-10T16:45:00.000-05:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #157? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Mouth Music
“Can you feel the heat of my lips taunting you yet?”

4 a.m.
“My mouth craves skin and I dip my head to her shoulder.”

Wanting
“I want my whisper in your ear to make you shiver”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Too Honest

Editor’s Choice
To Richard, A Dedication. Confession #205

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Body like a battleaxe
The Fantasy of Infidelity
Hollywood-The Diva Bull Who Hated Condoms
The Making of a Stripper With Benefits
Sex In A Bar Fantasy
Touch
Unbidden Fantasies
Yearning
Your Smug Grin

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
Fetish Interview with Mistress160
Immagini di un convento — Sexually Active Nuns
Top Five Tuesday: Our Favorites of 2008!

Sexual Poetry
When I think of her eyes…

BDSM & Fetish
A day in the life…
Donald D.U.C.K.
Energy Independence
Flip the switch, and make it burn…
His piss slut
Pre-Christmas Adventure
Seaside Vacation Spanking with a Switch
Seven In One Day
Short Sweet Visciousness

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Merry Christmas

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
But You Don’t LOOK Gay!
Dirty Boy
Interracial Depth
The Perverted Negress: Origins
This is Your Brain, on Masturbation [podcasturbation]
What Does a Big Penis Feel Like to a Woman?

2009-01-10T13:37:00.002-05:00

I know, as I work things out, it's best not to post here.

To my readers:

I apologize.

x

Sometimes, you have to look beyond yourself...

2009-01-10T10:05:00.002-05:00

...and see the dance
from a distance of years.

Memory is a funny thing;

it holds on

and creates space for filling.

Looking beyond myself,

what moves me

is the courage I see in Others;

the life lived

and,

the Dance, even if it may be the last,

a gift.

...CLICK ME!

~x~Adam#2 and 1/2.

I know...

2009-01-09T02:05:00.005-05:00

....how much of a bummer I've been lately.
{note to self: In all future reference to the bad days: Drop the word, "bummer."}

I'm sorry to say, it was inevitable. I try too hard, I know.
I fear explaining myself.

Honesty, impels me to just be myself.

All I can do, as I wander 'round, is hope for understanding.

It's not your problem...

..if I hate myself and where I am and swallow myself up with where I could be and wish that those who claim their love for me, consistently show it by making me feel smaller than they are.

That's the crux of my absence here.

I don't know, anymore, who I am.
I know, I don't like who I've become.

I'm back to that valueless place I was months ago...

...holding on. Wishing, with all my Heart,

I were somewhere

Else.

[I don't know when you'll see another post from me.

The Sugasm will have to do, for a bit. (a poem..a poem. That's all.)

x,adam2*1/2 ~note: "...quiet desperation." is an original, new poem. It is written w/the writer, John Cheever in mind~particularly, his Short Stories of Suburbia, where the main, male characters, are always riding the Train. My Father was a Conductor, on the Long Island Rail Road & a Chief of the Fire Department. The title, is a steal: ..Men, living lives of quiet desperation.

I suppose, in Uncertain Times, we try to explain to Ourselves where we've been. And, yet, as little as we know, we also try to make sense of where the connections lie. Our History is not individual, you see...The Train rolls on and we take from it, hopefully, what is best.
Only, the best of Us, as family.

break-

2009-01-07T10:03:00.000-05:00

down

9:58AM~pouring rain.

Reconsidering, every little thing, is death.

[They say, it doesn't rain in Hell.

Don't believe it.]

Serious:

2009-01-06T20:58:00.006-05:00

At times, I wrestle with myself; not the beating-up, self-lacerating, kind of wrestling you see on Spike. What brings me to sudden silence, and long absences, is the kind of wrestling not written, or viewed. It is for the confessional, the serious-minded, spirit, clinging to a battered boat.

My emotions (lately) are as windswept as the reflective memories of a Katrina survivor. [If the house I live in could be seen as analogous, I'd board up my heart, and apply for disaster relief.]

Each day, each hour, brings another storm.
There is little I can do to change those I love.

My family is in "serious" trouble...

...and, my absence is only temporary.

In order to be here [here, being, this space] I have to calm myself, gird myself, like a strong levee.

There are no rehearsals, or reversals.

**

I don't like how I've been feeling. Even to myself, I'm a burden.

I've scattered myself; blown myself, into the wind.

Like dust, an Urn on the Mantle...crying, crying,...

...flying, away.

Hold on, Son, I imagine him saying to me.
Instead, each day is a contest of Wills...

..a contest I'm sure to lose.

Fin~01/06/09~9:19PM

**

~x~

Jesus Christ! ...and, I thought it was just the Flu!!:

2009-01-06T18:52:00.003-05:00

click photo to enlarge. lol!
~x~Adam 2-1/2.
o1/06/09.~6:54PM

Okay. Tell me the truth:

2009-01-06T12:25:00.002-05:00

Are you as tired of me
as I am?

(good.)

That means it must be time to Change....

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Confession: I'm not as in love with myself
as you think.
I'm time weary...still working on it, friends.

~adam#2-1/2.

SHORTBUSnormal Is Gone!

2009-01-04T23:51:00.000-05:00

However, each day, I'll be posting his Videos..Starting from the beginning!

You'll find him in my Profile(wink*)
Love yez,
SinfullyAnon.

ShortbusNormal's FINAL video:

"In Transit"

....message sent.

2009-01-04T13:34:00.001-05:00

Click me!

The Tipping Point (...In the Life of a Blogger)

2009-01-04T10:38:00.001-05:00

Everything Falls into Place:: Okay.
So, I may not be the swiftest duck in the pond --(but, who IS,
anyway?)--and, Momma may have told me not to come...(jus' kiddin'
Ma!)...

...but, there comes a day when, [ yes, my
furry-sexy-friends] every little-gosh-darn thing falls into place and
instead of talking like some maddened political hack, gone wild, all of
your sentences (bold as brick) fly as free as the wind, as subtle as a
B2-Bomber..

..and, even that, is just right..(but, further to the Left, in 2009!:)

And, so:

Do not dismiss these ravings. I'm fucking on to something..and, if the Wind blows right, it may turn out to be:

Perfectly, Imperfect.

:)
Happy New Year.
LOVE yez, all,

SinfullyAnon, nevermore (Hawwwwwk!)
(also known as ShortbusNormal, Poetheadsup, and TV2guy @ YouTube)

Da LIST!

2009-01-03T08:35:00.002-05:00

Hello.

If you're new to my blogs, or me, this post will seem like an invitation to seek me even further than you've ever had to seek another blogger. (Then, again, if you've spent only a little time reading me, you've probably realized I have an odd affinity with run-on sentences, which in the blog Universe are a number-one causal factor in boredom, and not only that: run-on sentences, induce sleep, and just may cause you much harm in the Real life world of English Teachers and spank-crazy, schoolmarms.)

(breathe....)

So, if you know me, you know I've been agonizing upon what (WHAT?, Sinfully, are you going to do with all these bloody-blogs!????:)

Later on today, I'll be back. (Yes..My nephew turns 11 today, [Birthday Party!] and I must be going!)....

...Later, I'll present "Da LIST" [note: Da List, is a List of Keepers! Meaning: The blogs I shall continue to Post on. The Main Blog & its naughty companions.]

It's time to make some Changes, friends & peeps & frienemies! (..frienemies? You know who you are..You're not reading me{or, maybe, you are:}

See ya later.

~x~SinfullyAnon
01/03/09~8:50AM

Frozen In Time...and, The Angels are Laughing!:)

2009-01-02T07:01:00.005-05:00

....go!....[see da sidebar,k?]

~x~

Happy New Year, Friends!

2008-12-30T07:06:00.002-05:00

The Best is Yet To Come.
I'll be here...there, and everywhere.

You know me: Forever,Adam.

x,sinfullyAnon.

"Gone" [Part TWO]:

2008-12-28T22:30:00.001-05:00

Take it all in...

...and then, let it go:

With love, this day
and always,

adam/SinfullyAnon. here too! <

And,...you can also "click" the blog-post title..and, enjoy the Journey. Do You Know What Quoz is???????????????
OUT THERE,baby. On The Road.xx

And, again: A lot of what has been before (adam, cain, Will, etc. etc.) can now be read/viewed all in one place! [Ain't that the Cat's P.J.'s..puss-puss:]..and, that place would be here>> ON-SUGAR "CLICK"

And, if all that were not enough to read in one night! Travelin,' baby...you can end-up here [pun-intended]..and, read a Winter's Tale (revised really)..A New Year's Story (can you say, "Paul & Amber")...yep! Their baAAAAAaaak!

Right here >> click!

[Tell me, truthfully: Do you care about any of this? Why do I poll these things? Who am I, Bill Clinton?? (not!:)]

Gone (part One):

2008-12-28T11:15:00.002-05:00

Stay, fuckin', tuned.

Dat Guy, is dead!

(wink*)
~x~SinfullyAnon.

Just a short note:

2008-12-26T09:22:00.002-05:00

I exported "Paula's Confession/Jennifer's Mom" blog over to Wordpress. Now, it's paired with the Jennifer Blog.

Jennifer's tale continues...at Wordpress, as well.
(she's just as "naughty" as her Mom! )

Genes Matter.
~x~SinfullyAnon.

When I think of her eyes, and what they take in...

2008-12-26T07:28:00.004-05:00

...everything is just as it was and always will be.

She sleeps in a blue colored dovecote and runs through green colored fields, getting closer;

pulling me closer...

...endlessly, into her arms.

Somehow, we always awaken together:

shared, merged .... a fantasy, uninhibited, sipped like a glass of new, red wine.

Her eyes behold the same things I've taken in.

Our merging, has emerged, in Love.

ShortbusNormal's latest(wink*):

I'll be saying more about this later, I know; ...

2008-12-25T13:03:00.002-05:00

...however, at Christmas, it seems more important than ever.

I was touched today, beyond belief, when my Father handed me a Christmas Card, and within it expressed his love & pride in me.

A small moment, with huge returns..

As a blogger friend of mine says, at times,

"Life is good. It's very good."

**
Love to all, this Holiday Season.

~x~SinfullyAnon.

MERRY CHRISTMAS! From The GHOST of CHRISTMAS PAST:

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ADAM!!!! (oh no! Not again...:)

~x~sinfullyanon/adam(?)

Fun With PhotoShop #2:

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Happy Holidays!

~x~SinfullyAnon.
(On leave, till further notice. see: previous post.)

Take Me Away

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It's not just a feeling anymore.
It's a knowing which knows a train wreak before it occurs.

The heart clutches up,
unable to stop those wheels from turning...

...And, all your worries and words
are screamed at the sky,
unheard.

Take me away now. And, only to leave what's of value.

~x~SinfullyAnon --12/20/08

By God, I Hope so!

2008-12-19T01:36:00.000-05:00

Aquarius

You're in a great place to deal with personal or family issues -- your own sense of centeredness is quite strong, so you ought to be able to reach out and make some positive changes.

**

more later...as always.

~x~SinfullyAnon. 12/18/08 --1:37PM Ps: Here's a fun little game to play. For the Holidays:

"Winter Bells" <<

Decision Time....

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...But, first: "The Trouble With Boo" (a fiction)

"Click me"

~x~SinfullyAnon...and,boo.

There are no Problems, Only Solutions!:)

2008-12-11T23:26:00.002-05:00

Considering the "Twittishness" of my posts lately, it'll come as no surprise I've been giving lots of thought to all the blogs I have floating out there in (what I've come to call) The Universe of Blogs,
or "The Matrix."

I've reached a point of "Closure"...(maybe not, in my personal/family life; however, that will probably never be something complete..a death, a loss, can linger, unchanged)...in many of the blogs I've loved posting on, but still want to hold on; still want them "out there,"...I never want those pieces of myself to disappear..never.

And, so, I've come up with a solution.

Still working on...however, when I'm done I'll guide you still, and with hope & love, I hope you'll continue to follow me.

(more later)

Go vote...(see the sidebar.)
!~x~! ~SinfullyAnon.

Closure.

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The Question of Closure.

(more later)

~x~

Blush*

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Click to enlarge!
~x~SinfullyAnon. 12/08/08
another story is coming!

I'm posting this all over the friggin' place today...

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It is

a Universal Post.

I may miss some places. It's okay.

Better? You better, you better, you bet!

It's not THE WHO.

It's The What, The Where, and The When.

Happy Holidays, friends & family.

["the wind shall hear my words..."]

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

~x~SinfullyAnon. 12/06/08~1:40PM

traveling....searching, again.

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PS: Alright. I'm a bit calmer now.
See: "Boo" in the sidebar. That is where you'll find me.

(never give up..no matter what:)

NO TITLE /Afterword:

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I'm not kidding. This blog is done with..Kaput!
It is "COMPLETE"....and hanging for all to read..Red,

or, otherwise.

good-day.

~x~SinfullyAnon FOREVER!

Rainy Days & Mondays:

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So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

How to change your life:

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1. Do whatever you can to lessen the stress in your life.
2. Quit smoking.
3. Use the mirror as an affirmative, positive, object in your life.
4. Realize that, yes, you are imperfect...but, lovable.
5. Underwear? Forgettaboutit!
6. Use sugar sparingly.
7. Quit smoking (2nd. try!)
8. Smile, damnit!

[Note:

If none of these work, try disappearing for a while.

That is certainly a change!]

~x~SinfullyAnon. 12/1/08~6:29AM

Today's Sermon..by, Dish-ram Wass-Cloth :

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Praise bee! I 'ave so much to bee

thankfull for. Lookit all dee fine peeple

arriving by finger-out-on-highway!

I have so many arrive!

14 Stalkers!..I mean, pardon: Followers!

Happy peeple, all. Praise bee!

(We now return to SinfullyAnon's Blog..already in progress)

~x~SinfullyAnon.

Getting Motivated For The Holidays! :

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click to enlarge. go ahead..go make your own.
11.28.08
~x~sinfullyanon.

A Quiet Companion:

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Why is it we never see

Beneath the surface of things?

When all is quiet

I'm on tether-hooks:

Suspended, within all the unasked for noise;

Although, singing

A soft prayer

For the Quiet .

~x~SinfullyAnon~11/25/08

PS: Taking a well needed rest..Love, to all, till Monday.

Happy Thanksgiving!

"On His Blindness" (a parody/John Milton)

2008-11-24T05:27:00.001-05:00

*On His Blindness*

When I consider the bulb burnt out I cannot see it
Ev'ry night is a struggle in the room with a view
And, my only talent is the nakedness I hide,
Scorning me, in it's youthfulness unseen; an
Unspent coil, a snake, to serve my Maker,
far from the Garden wall...There's no accounting
for it...

...Lest he return chilled.

Why is God a day laborer,
and all Darkness on Sunday?
I fondly ask..no light, no incandescent bulb
Is Bright!

It's okay, I'll pay the bill,
on the 'morrow.
He'd made me strong to Work
Nights.

And, if I can find my Best Clothes
In The Darkness,
I shall stand and serve forever
in a candle-lit restaurant.

~x`SinfullyAnon~11/24/08~5:29AM

Stretching towards Sodom~wink*

2008-11-23T16:58:00.004-05:00

I may be going completely out on a limb here; however, the time has come to stretch whatever boundries I've worked within.

I like telling stories.

Therefore, I have set up a "new" blog for "new" stories. The title of the blog is, "Where Diana Waits." You can find it in my profile.

I added links to "Suspended In Disbelief" [in progress] & "Sexual Nostalgia" [Complete, and posted in 2007]...

..I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

Diana Waits...:)

~x~SinfullyAnon.

MUSIC for The Weekend:

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Still Lovin' The Sounds:

~x~SinfullyAnon. 11/21/08.

Kicking 'round Kilbassa!

2008-11-20T09:29:00.002-05:00

Satire, sometimes, dies on Saturday Night.

I've been kicking 'round this whole "Kilbassa-HNW-Parody" thing, [see: "nightly writes" in Sidebar] and, it seems to me, what I set out to do has embued the project with a lack of resemblance toward the "real thing."

First off, my knowledge of Montana is obviously lacking. In all honesty, Montana is not the peat-bog I've presented~~dialect, aside, you can't fool a resident (particularly, one as articulate as the "real thing")~~and, for this I apologize.

That said, I'm thinkin: You know, Sinful (wink*), this project isn't half-bad. It may not be "half-nekidd," and it may be half-assed, but you certainly don't have to throw the naked-baby out with the bathwater...

...I mean, what's so bad about a little riff upon the simple simplicity of the "country man"; the timeless evocation of Mythic personages; and, satirical bliss we find in laughing at ourselves. Are we so pompous in thinking ourselves greater than the farmer who watches over his pigs with loving dedication? No, I say..This is America! We have the capacity to celebrate as well as question the Civic nature of our intellect.

And so, I shall find a way to continue in my Parody of "Half-Naked" [I'll spell it the way I want, damnit!] Thursday, knowing it's half-assed reality is only a shard of our shared humanity.

To those who say, "Satire is dead," I'll reply:

Maybe so...but, it sure is fun.

~x~SinfullyAnon. 11/20/08