Witch's Blood

I'm not going to write about my first thought because... well, I thought it out already, and this is a journal, not a diseration.I have decided to keep the journal for the time of Elul.

Lord, I just swa the bob Dylan bio and it had all of those wonderful people, gathered together at one time, for one cause. The cause is still there, and so are the people, but things are so scattered, so slow moving, so often unseen. The revolution is slow, slow, slow. How do we find each other? How do we move to each other? How do we find our public? How do I find those who are waiting for my stories?

Now it is Elul. Time to keep a journal. Time to reflect a little. I am not afraid of time. That is the one thing about Sabbaths, the fear that I am not doing when I should be doing, that I will run out of time. And then the fear that there is entirely too much time, that I will go numb with boredom with all the time stretching.

When I speak of repenting this Elul, one thing I really mean is that I want to thoroughly change. I want to change the way I perceive things. I want to deepen. I also want something awful to happen to those sons of bitchs who live across Howard Street, and who's noise I am always hearing. At that note I'll leave off this journal and slouch slowly to bed.

If we're going to need anything this Yom Kippur, we're going to need a new sort of religious person. Every sermon is the same these days. Every priest and preacher and rabbi seems to think that the antecdote to their shrinking congregations is to build up Catholicism, build up Jewishness. Now I have even heard of Hindu extremism. All the people of religion fighting each other, different schools of the same religion struggling for their own version to take precedence. How sad when anyone with eyes can see that the new people of God will come from all people. All over the world people of faith are coming together, and we must come together. Enough of this war business. This Yom Kippur I am praying for unity. I am praying for people of true prayer truly concerned with God to come together in the difficult, difficult work of love. I spent the first twenty-odd years of my life looking for the right title, the right name, the right way to describe myself by which picture of God I prayed to. Now, I understand why Jesus said the son of man has no place to lay his head. We have to let these names go for God's sake, and become homeless.

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Looking for some Spice of Life

27, 5'10", 165lb, 31w, Average, Brown Hair, Some Body Hair, White, Looking for 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/ Group Sex, Misc Fetishes.

Recently divorced, and heartbroken, wants to dive into the dark side and just get laid.





The dark
is the place where all life
is conceived
and every dream is born
somewhere
east of porn
lies the yearing touch
the spurting fire
we need

and could it be
that i could be the spice you
need
and that we could be
seasoning for each other
that where darkness meets
light
virtue meets sin
and we are held
in
glory?

Um, um, i want to be with you
oh, i
can't wait to be with you
ah, God, just to taste you
fly to me lover
fly to me!

come to me sexy, come
come come
come candy cane
licorice wand
see me all mouth a'water lovely
come, quick
come