Suzuki Cycles - Product Lines - Cycles - Products - Burgman 650 - 2011 - AN650A

Suzuki Cycles - Product Lines - Cycles - Products - Burgman 650 - 2011 - AN650A

I want this beacuse of reasons.

This door shall yield to no command, save for a song from a genuine band

La da da da da

I'm gonna bury you in the ground.

La da da da da

I'm gonna bury you with my sound.

I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink veins I'm gonna-



Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess,

is that what you want me to do?

Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect

like all your little loyal subjects do.

Sorry I'm not made of sugar and I'm not sweet enough for you.

Is that why you always avoid me?

That must be such an inconvenience to you, well-

I'm just your problem

I'm just your problem

It's like I'm not even a person, am I?

I'm just your problem.

Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do.

I shouldn't have to prove anything to you.

I'm sorry that I exist I forget I'm an enemy on your black list

But, I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you.

So, why do I want to?

Why do I want to?

Can this really be true? Please, please, please, please, please?

Thursday, May 27th, 2010 -- It's like graduation day for you; after seven years of erratic Uranus in your sign, you are finished studying at the School of Unexpected Changes. Today, Uranus leaves fishy Pisces to enter enterprising Aries and your 2nd House of Self-Worth. You are beginning a long-lasting phase when you can improve your self-esteem and find ways to increase your income. Start by setting new goals at work but remember that the improvements will not happen overnight.

Spork! An Erotic Love Story (Edited Together From The Star Trek Audio Book) from cirrocumulus on Vimeo.

Spice

Waking up to the 4AM CALL
"Yesterday, where were you and who were you with," you asked?
Alternating between evasions and excuses
Having fun using them

"It's just you," you said?
Too cliche...It makes me laugh
Just want to be tied together with someone?

Bitter and HOT SPICE
I'll give it only to you now
My TASTE that makes you dazed
Feel it with your body?


"I want to meet face to face"
The suggestion I was aiming for
If we love one another, it will be okay?
Unlock the key and to the LABYRINTH

"I love you," or something
It's stratigical, this GAME of love
The one that fails, loses right?

Bitter and sweet SYRUP
Let only me taste it
With the TASTE of your body and piling up skin
Satisfy me!


I don't know about loving
For me this is just right
Something like love, I don't need
Passion is easier right?

Hey, my SPICE
I'll give it only to you now
My TASTE that makes you dazed
Feel it with your body!

Wishing for a friend, getting a monsoon and earth-shaking thunder.

I'm feeling lonely.


I usually do. It's a part of being a Pisces, or at least that's what my horoscope description says. I always have believed it. But I digress. I usually let this feeling collect, sometimes without knowing it, and then it pours over me, filling my being with sadness and making me contemplate what might be my 'issue.' Why do I feel the way I do about this? Why can't I tell anyone? Why do I feel wrong for feeling this way? Why don't I feel justified in being lonely?


I read a story this morning for the second time in maybe a year. On fanfiction.net, there is a story in the TV section, under Star Trek: The Original Series, called "voices" by author matchboxcars. In it, Spock is distressed for many reasons, and Kirk convinces him to head out for shore leave with him. Their friendship is strengthened on this camping trip, even as they were very close before that. They have a perfect bond; Kirk and Spock are the 'Mary sue' of friendship. That's my first point. I long for a constant companion. A best friend.

I argue with myself constantly, trying to tell myself that the way things happen in shows or movies, or stories is simply made up. But the thing is, most stories, or events, or emotions have a bases somewhere in truth. Those truths may be exaggerated, but something like it exists. I want to believe that I'll find the perfect best friend for me. Whether that be in just a person, or a partner, or a pet even. I have a wonderful family, and I talk to them about many things. I suppose that's why I feel so wrong in feeling lonely, because they love me so. But I also feel there are somethings you can only discuss with a close friend...

I bring this up often, I feel, to any of the friends that I have who don't know or have forgotten, and do the same with my family. I may have even posted about this before, somewhere. But I have a friend who considers me her best friend, her wing man, her rock. I used to think that she was all of those things to me as well. But one day, an old friend came to visit with us. We were all talking, and I was expressing some of my beliefs to this old friend, when my 'best' friend interrupts and says, "Oh, that nonsense." Nonsense? Is that what she thought?

I was shocked. All of those times when I was talking about my beliefs, how down I felt about things related to it, cried and showed her my feelings, she thought it was all nonsense. I must of sounded completely stupid to her. I certainly felt stupid after hearing her say that. I wish she had told me this so I could have shut up and saved the world some oxygen and her some time. I was shocked because I never thought anything she believed in, anything she did, anything she thought was nonsense at all. I know that sounds impossible, but it's true. I always supported her, listened to her, believed in her. She may have done the same for me then, she may be doing it now. I know people think negatively about certain traits or beliefs of their friends. But I can't helped being hurt at the fact that I accepted her without thinking or saying anything like that, and she thought I was nonsense.

We're still best friends as far as she concerned. We still talk about nothing, I listen to her problems, I still talk her off the ledge, I'm still her logic, we hang out sometimes when she's not busy. But, I'm more her best friend than she is mine. I just wish I had what I am to her. Someone to talk to without abandon, someone to confide in. Someone to talk me off of the ledge, let me know I'm okay. Someone to just listen if that's all they can do for me. I just wanna feel like someone cares about me like I care about my friends.

I'm not saying that I'm the perfect friend, but I... Just listen, just talk. I don't judge them. I don't hate. I let them feel like they can let it all out. It's something I think I'm good at. I wish I had someone like that...


The second point from the story, is a line. Kirk and Spock are sitting around a campfire when Spock notices that Kirk is in thought wonders aloud what he is thinking about. Kirk begins to talk about his childhood and past camping trips, and the last line struck a cord with me:

"When you listen to people talk, talk about nothing at all, the world just seems safer, quieter, worth living in.”

I miss being able to do this sort of thing. To sit in the drive way, or on a bed, or a carpeted floor, or at the kitchen table with good friends and talk about nothing. I like participating more, but to listen is nice as well. I feel so content in those moments. I love simple things like that. It really does make life feel worth living. Hanging out and talking about nothing...It's right up there with sliding into a cool bed with cool sheets and breathing. This is also a reason I wish I had more friends, or that the friends I have weren't busy. To just sit around and talk of nothing. It makes me wish even harder for a best friend. A Kirk to my Spock.


I feel a bit better, I suppose, just having let it out. There's a lot more to it than just this, but, that's for later. Maybe I wouldn't bottle my emotions up so much if I could just...yeah.




Dif-tor heh smusma.

I had a dream about Zachary Quinto's...

...fashion sense.


lol. I can't remember the whole dream. But, I do remember two of the tops he wore, and two of the locations in my dream.

The first one was a lacy kelly green number. Lace lined the bottom, neckline, and sleeves. The sleeves were poofy, like a disney princess dress, just less dramatic. The top also had a plunging neckline, nothing too raunchy, and then a strip of green fabric going across the neckline for...nothing. Just a part of the look, I suppose.

We were in a hotel or something similar; there was blue, white, and red striped wallpaper, with a light-coloured wooden chair rail. There was a window on the left side and sun light was shining in. You could see some trees outside, and the sky was kind of white. Zach was standing near and/or over a table.


The second top Zach wore was a rocker T. It's actually from the recent issue of In Style magazine. The one that has Sandra Bulock (sp?) on the cover. It's black, one sleeve missing, the other flowy and girly. In the magazine, it had a silvery lightning bolt on it, but on Zach's there was a silver outline of Cid Highwind from Final Fantasy VII.

Then we were in a salon. Zach was a sylist there, and sporting the same emo hair he had in the early 2000s. The salon looked like a mix of my high school's salon and the salon from 'Beauty Shop.' I can't remember who he was working on, but I came in for a closer look at Zach as he worked. I then said aloud that I remebered his shirt, and my little sister's voice cam from somewhere and said, "Yeah, Cid Highwind is on it."



So, yeah. Heh. His fashion sense is very unique, but I don't think he'd be wearing these....I hope.

Sorry if this wasted your time.

If you read it.


Dif-tor heh smusma.