Tag: textures

Sociopath

I’m proud to say that a big part of me is a sociopath.

I don’t care about most and I don’t want to change that.

Sometimes, I find myself thinking on how I will like to hurt some people

Or how I will like to rip someone’s nipple out with my mouth! Just for pleasure.

It’s easy for me to stop physically my movements, but in my head.. in my head…

It’s a horror show! That I like. Sometimes.

[Justification] it’s note even that horrible.

This all sounds “bad”

But I can help to thinking about this kind of things once in a while…

I share it with my partner and we laugh about it. Yet..

I go to bed and really fantasize about it.

Am I a secret murderer?

Forget it.

Not everything has to be analyzed.

*I don’t like horror movies.

The dance of The Lotus Flower

Are we to keep the flower alive?

If the word alive means to die

Is the flower to die?

Perhaps, this is where the hallucination of immortality comes to play.

We procreate to keep vibrating the rhythm of life going.

Even when there’s no natural life on this planet left. The symphony of us all will last and resonates a great while. like sound waves. -With our perception/measurements of time of course.

The world isn’t broken

The word doesn’t need help

The world just is

It’s just being a world.

Not doing, but by being.

…Just simply being, rotating, floating, shifting and carrying us.

We…

We do by being

We just don’t be

We want change and all

We enter rabbit holes and restless thoughts of wanting to be.

Well… you and I

Them and they

all of us, organism of this planet

Already are. Part of all.

One of those days

In a dirty house full of people

I chose your tears and pain

Over moaning setup noises

I saw your raw perturbed thoughts eating you alive and slowly.

I wanted to ask for some more consensual ways to eat/devour all of you.

I didn’t want to use my voice at that time.

I just wanted to be alone for a while with you.

You said you wanted to be dominated by me.

And I couldn’t help but to close my eyes and fulfill myself with pleasure and quench my imagination with the thoughts of us playing with fire, it was great.

I hope you don’t mind.

One of those days

In a dirty house full of people

I chose your tears and pain

Over moaning setup noises

I saw your raw perturbed thoughts eating you alive and slowly.

I wanted to ask for some more consensual ways to eat/devour all of you.

I didn’t want to use my voice at that time.

I just wanted to be alone for a while with you.

You said you wanted to be dominated by me.

And I couldn’t help but to close my eyes and fulfill myself with pleasure and quench my imagination with the thoughts of us playing with fire, it was great.

I hope you don’t mind.

Tasteful

Forget about the ordinary flavors

I invite you to the extraordinary

The flavors of hot, cold, colors, words and feelings.

Please, leave the intellect in mute.

Just let it observe us, me.

Mmmh… the taste of hot.. feels warm on my tongue..every molecule of my tongue it’s awakened, going fast through the categories I once registered.

This one is different!

Almost velvety.

It has no flavor! just sensation and some texture. It is dense and smooth simultaneously

Ahhh

The taste of cold. contrast.

It’s crispier, lighter.. playful while using up specific zones on my tongue, unlike warm.

That ones uses all of my mouth.

Tell me about the taste of your feelings, please

Dismembering and Remembering

This pastor started talking about Remembering.

He was really getting my attention on this topic because he was just simplifying this as much as he could “unusing” words.

It was fun.

He said; that to be able of remembering usually takes dismembering (now that’s a word)

Dis-membering it’s like a new puzzle in a bag.

With all the pieces mixed and making no sense of the picture.

But wen you start Re-membering it all starts to make a little more sense to us and we can start putting the picture together.

I loved this analogy.

We (humans) really make no sense yet deep inside our core we know that there is a “picture” that makes more sense internally; becoming closer to remembering our essence it’s a little more…

It’s…

Calming in a way.

Okay people!

I wish we all can remember more from our dismembering so we can put together a great picture with our perfect imperfect fractals of life!