Lust Reaper's blog: "Notes To Self"

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The HornivoreRandom Brutal Sex Master (RBSM)

Don’t ever marry, you’re The Hornivore. Roaming, sexual, subhuman.

The Hornivores (you) are some of the most screwed up and naughty beings in the Universe. And their numbers are growing, mostly due to skipped or misused contraception. You care not. There’s one thing you want, one sole need.

Half manly, half bestial, you act on instinct, and animal charisma smoothes the way. It’s unlikely you’re driven by much other than your own selfish, orgasmic requirements. Your appearance and personality have evolved for the hunt. Ass beckons, you oblige.

For the record, you can happily bang all personality types, however your match percentages might be low with the kinder, more sensible people of the world, purely because they all wish to avoid you. Good luck to them.

“One day, the villagers came with torches to the house. In the smoldering ashes, stray dogs looked for cooked flesh.’

Not completely unexpected. 

messy, tough, disorganized, fearless, not rule conscious, likes the unknown, rarely worries, rash, attracted to the counter culture, rarely irritated, positive, resilient, abstract, not a perfectionist, risk taker, strange, weird, self reliant, leisurely, dangerous, anti-authority, trusting, optimistic, positive, thrill seeker, likes bizarre things, sarcastic

Aries and Sex

The Ram is more of a tiger where sex is concerned and, like many other sleek animals, loves the hunt -- that steady pursuit of the ultimate prize. Aries is a physical and fearless lover and is blessed with the stamina to go all night long. They are not afraid to experiment sexually in their quest for pleasure, which means an open-minded lover is a must. The Mile-High Club must have been invented for these folks! It's safe to say that Aries' lover must be able to satisfy, or the Ram will move on. The dominant sexual partner will likely be the Ram, and while eroticism is important, a mental connection is also favored by this sign. As if Aries weren't passionate and demanding enough, they also want to be made to feel secure in a sexual relationship, lest jealousy rear its ugly head.

Funny how they get it right sometimes.  The beauty of generalization.

So I was thinking the other day about how I can't wait to travel again, and among

other places visit the UK to see some friends, and the U.S so I can observe Americans 

in their natural habitat. ^^ And it got me thinking, about those people 

I've met here who I would mind not having met in person if I happened 

to pass by their area; so Here's a list with no particular order, and the why.

-Kins:  because of his wit, his humor and his beard.

-Rev:  because he's scottish, and actually posts intelligent answers to stupid questions or generalities, when I consider it a wasted effort.

-Sho:  because she was the first person I met here and the first friend I made here. I don't think I would have stayed into the fu if it wasn't for her.

-Katiemae : For just too many reasons.

-Jenatalia: For being such a wonderful dork and as bad as me

-Emanon:  Because I think we'd have really big and interesting conversations.

There are other people I have met in the mumms (as the people on the list, funny huh?) that I like/respect/admire/masturbate to but the above list refers to people I have "known" for a while and after being away for 7 months from here, I can honestly say I missed reading them If not actually talking to them.

So this also marks the 1st really personal/revealing blog, so yay for me and the 3 people reading it ^^.

so to all on this list, respect.

It's been a long day, like most days are.

A lot has been happening and I have much food for thought and material I could write about.

Thus, I'm besieged by doubt; Whether I have something concrete rather than vague to write about. Wether it will again sound pretentious and patronizing as my writing tends to, in my mind. If ,in the end, the result has any value.

I assume all aspiring writers are harangued by their own little potpourri of fears and doubts.

I should set a day per week to write, whether I have something ready or not, I guess.

I have all kinds of ideas; from erotic fiction of which I have had a couple of scenarios I'd like to write down, to abstract ideas, to fantasy  and other types of fiction.

Insights, conflicts and conclusions. Deductions and experiances. 

There is much I'd like staring back at me. 

In the end to be able to take all those pieces and attampt to make a whole.

To eke out form and function that reflects the content. To find the chord that resonates, to the tone that crosses the divide of the written page and makes the reader and writer a couple, rather than a pair.

Co conspirators , colleagues, companions. Walking the ink road side by side rather than staring across each other.

so, Note To Self: Write.

I am putting sunday as the one day a week for now and see how well I keep to it.

So.

I'm home dressed up in layers like a hobo, making a used tissue pyramid and coughing like an aged alcoholic.

I had coughing and a runny nose all week, but the fever just hit me today.

The lack of sleep the past couple of days,  the smoking and not that many juices might have had a slight part to play. Might. I admit to nothing.

As such I'm sipping lemon tea with honey and imagining what kind of kingdom would have used tissue pyramids...

Furthermore I have no idea why I'm writing about it.

Must be the fever talking.

Also to warm my feet the only thing I could find were a pair of slippers (might be the wrong name) shaped like sheep with hearts on them and. yes I kid you not, pierced ears. With silver earings.

No. They are not mine.

Seriously.

I'd rather batter my head repeatedly against the wall and plunge my head in a barrel of napalm than buy such a thing.

They do keep my feet warm though.

The bastards.

I have locked the door in fear of someone seeing me in them or even worse take a picture.

So I salute you all, as my eyes dart to windows and doors in fear of phantom paparazzi.