somewhat reluctantly. Walking past a newly built apartment complex, which looks very modern, surrounded by, what feels like, something built a hundred years ago, I spotted a woman in her mid thirties. Very plain looking, a 5, maybe a 6, just getting off her bike. She's wearing a dark skirt and a white blouse, nothing spectacular. She's not thin but not chubby either, she looks very normal, ordinary, a forgettable face. I imagine what she is going to do when she gets home. It's pretty late so her husband is already home. He's made something simple for dinner but she is happy anyway. She loves men that can cook. They will have a glass of wine with the dinner, the summer weather affecting their hormones. The heat bringing the sweet taste of love, only enough to last a few seconds on her tongue, and make her want more. After dinner they part. She hits the couch and reads a new feminist novel by Camille, desperate to come of as strong and independent. She knows she's just deceiving herself. After a while she puts down the book, her train of thought broken, her lust awoken. She goes to the living room and looks at her husband. Brown hair, he still has a lot of it left but it's thinning. He's a little older than her, she can't even remember by how much. They met at the university. She could not tell what made her end up with him, neither could anyone else, at first glance. His height is average and he's moderately handsome. Green eyes. She loves his eyes. She walks up behind him, sitting in the couch, watching TV, and starts rubbing his shoulders. He stays dormant but when she gives him a kiss and pulls his arm the animal rises. They kiss and undress on their way to the bedroom. They leave the drapes open, that's the way she likes it. The thought of someone watching, she says, has always been a turn on. They consummate their love. Fueled by the body's own happy chems, the act is quite vigorous. She can see a fragment of long lost desire, from 15 years ago. Is it really lost, or just at the bottom of the well, she thinks afterwards.
Fuck this, I'm not bored anymore.
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Anonymous2006-05-11 20:29
Words, words, words, they are deceitful little bastards.
fuck... I am bored
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!btr76hqMa62006-05-11 20:36
She thinks again. If it is at the bottom of a well, how can it be retrieved? A well once so full of passion that simply cupping her hands to its surface would capture desires and quench the thirst she rarely felt. Now a well requiring seemingly endless effort of lowering and forcefully submerging to fill and raise a pale of stale love to pour into a crystal glass and savor. A love which is tame, the water so far down the well where wind can never reach like his ear which her breath no longer moistens.
Don't all marriages go stale? Your sex drive can't be that high forever. Sad thing is people base their future on their raging hormones. "ZOMG, the sex we have is no longer interesting, that means our whole marrage is a mistake! I nevar loved them for any other reason other than their body!!!11"
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Anonymous2006-05-12 0:49
I went out today too. But the sun was too bright so I went back inside.
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Anonymous2006-05-12 0:55
I went out today. To walk my two dogs. It was an average and humid florida late evening. The sky had patchy clouds, and I wasen't totally certain if I'd make the entire walk before it started raining. As I walked down the road with my two dogs I spoted a car turning into someones driveway and backing out. People constantly mistake my road for another one, since it sends with lane, and the other one with drive, both have the same first name though. I didn't give it much more thought than that. I walked past a house with a pair of ugly dogs barking against the fence at my dogs, and my own dogs just kept walking without a care. I came to the first turn and my dogs began to pull at their chains trying to get into the grass to sniff and be doggy-like. I walked down the road for about twenty minutes, then tured back. Walking home, I saw that same car that was turning into the person's driveway. How interesting.
I went out today. It was the first time in ten years since my soft, tender skin felt the warm rays of the sun. Feeling like a bornagain virgin, I danced to the warmth that encompassed my body, the fresh spring air that filled my lungs, and the music of the crickets. It was like heaven. I spent several minutes in this eternal bliss. I wished it would never end. However that was not to be, because when I looked down I realised that my shoelaces were untied.
Woe is me.
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Pordapod2006-05-12 21:13
I went out today, walked around the fresh air, and I continued to formulate my next plans for my life. I have recently been asked out, and then I spent a good long while walking and talking with a girl. Her and I walked for quite awhile you know, the sun was shining, there was a cool breeze, and overall I remembered what it was I had orginally come to do, suprisingly not her. No no, I didn't want this one to become too attached, for I knew her to be frail at the heart. I instead have spent my day wandering around as much as I can, comtimplating a lost love, and overall what I will do to change myself. This world has left me a lot so randomly, I guess I must take it in stride...
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Anonymous2006-05-12 22:04
I went out today. God rained on me. I went back inside to cry.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy