So as to be vulgar....

Sex is today's topic.

Or rather my lack of.

I could end the blog there and I would probably save you the time of reading exactly what is in the line above, however I feel like writing and I am listening to music, and well it's a fuck-um blog.

I've notice that the premise of sex has been confused, contorted, distorted, and has become something of a misunderstood animal. So here I am to explain.

Sex is a physical and pleasurable act. Now my version of sex involves me and a woman two if I ever become so lucky, but of course there exists all manner of sex, and humans aren't the only ones who make sex. Dolphins even fuck for pleasure I hear, but then again if I had a cock I could wrap around a woman's waist I think it would pretty much remove any pleasure besides shock from their experience with me (I also hear dolphins have a cock they can wrap around someones waist. I will never swim with dolphins). Anyway, the odd thing about this is people (not just women but in my experience I am talking about women when I say people) have the tendency to complicate the fuck-sex. They throw in emotions and stipulations and boundaries...seriously it's no more complicated than my erection gets put into your vagina or mouth . I mean you can put your vagina in my mouth that's acceptable too. So why the fuck does it have to becomes an event involving love, or a relationship? Why would you really want to be in a relationship anyway? Then instead of having this fun exploratory session you have arguments and flying objects, un-met expectations...such a hassle over a basic genetic need to copulate, and hell I don't even want children I'll wear a condom to prevent that.

Now I know I have just prevented myself from sleeping with 90% of any number of women who know me and will read this but let me set this straight.

I'm really just trying to convey the idea that sex is not an emotional act.sex is a chunk of skin holding in a lot of blood being shoved into a skin receptacle. And male cats have barbs on their penis to keep the female cat on it... so seriously at least we aren't cats.

Also I had this sex story in my head.... but you'll have to ask to read it cuz I'm like that.

And the Christmas seasons rushes in yet again...aparently my warnings wont stop this behemoth.

You know I have nothing against the season, the person the season is supposedly for (even though he gets two...what a hog). I take issues with the people hypocritically spouting off their nonsense and then shooting each other and stampeding retail employees.

Seriously. Toys, gifts, bullshit. All I want for Christmas is the National realization of the ignorance involved with consumerism. People say communism is evil...and when I say people I mean ignorants and the people that think the world owes them something. I know people who think that Obama is going to take money away from them and give it to "lazy black people who don't want to work", now this is racist and the people who said this to me don't try to hide it but still.
My idea of communism may be off or skewed but this is how I see it.
We all do something. We are all well educated because that's how it should be. We all have what we need and access to what we want. No one is better paid simply because of what they do. No one is left hungry because come on...there is enough shit to do in this world...and we can always cut the work week in half. and create twice as many jobs. Ahaha see. Now, I understand that it is not that easy. But it is plausible with a global economy. instead of paying the people who make cars 30$ an hour they can make 10 an hour. The children in sweatshops in china and the Philippines...they wont be working, they will be in school and their parents can make 10 an hour doing the work. See how this all works... you cut out the fucking ultra rich ceo types because they're fucking not worth the money and everyone benefits. Don't tell me that the American Billionaires drive our economy, that's bullshit of they made just as much as everyone else there wouldn't be an economy to drive, it'd be called the steady rhythm of life. Think of a 20 hour work week, one that still enables you to survive the same way you do. Except that you'd have more free time to socialize, spend with your children, chase tail, get fucked up, learn, whatever the fuck you want.

That's what I want for fucking Christmas.


That and an acoustic guitar,a 12x12 wacom intuous tablet, and to put my p in a v.

I'm simple like that.

And maybe an editor for my blog.


On a lighter note. I don't know why but I've been boycotting waking up in time to go to class. I wake up naturally before 10 am rarely do I sleep later and if I didn't have an alarm going off at 6 am I'd probably wake up at 8 no issues.

And here's a riddle for you. What's worse than Rat's running around in the ceiling?

Cat's trying to get your attention and affection while you sleep that's fucking what. It's be cute if it happened to anyone else, but the warm fussy feeling wares off rather quick when I realize it's 2 am and my cat is crying and putting his little cat paw through the hole he just made in the ceiling panels...I really fucking hope there's no asbestos in them.

pure white snow.

My icy heart melts at the sight of undisturbed snow. I am filled with wonderment s it crunches underneath my feet. Trees never look so beautiful as when they are entirely covered like they were when I drove to Colorado a few years back.

I drove home early Sunday morning and was greeted by the level ivory fall. I decided to take a walk in the still morning. The wind was calm but it still bit the tips of my ears. It is refreshing, every step leaving behind me taint from this year. The second time around I feel strong, I feel as if I am now leaving behind me all that I cannot bare anymore. The third time around I see how my tracks differ and I walk between them. I realize that nothing is truly left behind, only dragged by the chains of memories further and further away from where I stand now.

I wish I were more like the snow. Able to leave and be forgotten till next I come around to be beheld. To come and go at whim. To drift away when it's time.

I wish I could end more nights like that, With proper reflection and thought around such a calm and serene setting. I like that feeling of being truly alone and left to myself, away from the judgements and follies of others.