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dance the orange. peel the grain. and be not for being. nor others.

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written words that wooed me...march 2006:
"Attracted to her intangible charm, it was initially, a welcomed old feeling • A Semi-optimistic chance of potential happiness • Weary, yet horney, I approached the only woman I felt a sexual connection • Driven by lust & her animal magnetism, I chanced the opportunity to approach Miss.Right • Now, having had much conquest, rejection was the last thing on my mind • Overconfident & cocky, I just hoped this lovely lady could stimulate me, a bit • So used to being turned off by an attractive creature, my thoughts were: another fun night with a new suitor is all • Skilled in the game, I knew the more chances I took, the more likely I would find someone who could hold my attention • Not expecting more than a single dance, I was extremely surprised by engaging conversation & sincere emotional attraction • Connections like this rare, though frequent, so I was still pessimistic of anything more than a new friend •
I enjoyed the pleasant presence that was there, expecting it short lived, however • but, something amazing happened • Somehow, between all the dancing and pleasant courting, I didn't loose interest in the slightest • Because I am superficial & very shallow, I just knew, though, that when we get into a well-lit area, she would become a toad, but like a reversed-cinderella story, the beauty did not wean • It was after midnight, my lust faded, my horniness subdued, and genuine attraction & INTEREST FILLED the flood gates • promises of eternal happiness were all I thought of • Every person in the club no longer existed, but she • I had the whole world to ourselves, still trapped in the spell • No one else will ever make me as happy • Not only was the moment special, it was significant because No longer did I care about my needs, pleasing my princess became my driving focus."
-scrabble pimp

Retirement aspirations:
train & finish the ironman marathon • cuz i wanna die running & fighting • pushing physical limitations are my (cheap)self-help therapy • beauty in pain, the underdog, and empowerment through seeking no approval, except from a stop-watch • i.e. amazing athletes who discipline through disabled parts • they expect no attention except from themselves in training • if this phisicality is vanity, then so be it, so as long as i hold the mirror (and a decent bench press) Remember
"No VietCong Ever Called Me Nigger"
Muhammad Ali's Vietnam Legacy, 1966...
Random:
i wish to swallow silence better • to drink cricket echos from daquiri of pain • better • selling arms-length-space too soon • without tasting first • leaving silence fully scorn • avenging the edges of my tongue • by fire c10
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