i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
not for sale or rent

so my birfday came and went. no multiples this time. why is it that the greatest sex-for-the-sake-of-sex i have ever had is with a guy that frequently pisses me off? i mean, we spent years perfecting our little game and it's like nailing intricate maneuvers in dance or a long scene on stage - stunning, perfect, something to behold - but when you are done, you break and, backs to each other, walk away. well, i guess i always knew that there would be a point where i would have to tell him "no" in a way that is clear, concise and permanent. he may even believe me this time, but as it stands right now, he's still too free with my personage even within the realms of casual contact.

onward ho! speaking of whores, there is some mistaken idea out there that i'm a whore or something. that is so not true - i don't get paid! but really - i'm picky and resistant and slippery and when it comes to pinning me down most people can't. it's like hacking - i'm encrypted and you don't have the right key - but once you are in it's full access and oh, so sweet.


0 pimps going home disappointed

confessed on Wednesday, Sept. 27, 2006