I love the way, they smile with there eyes. I love how they play with there hair, and make the hair smell so good. I love to make them laugh it’s just fun. I love them all sizes. I love how they LOVE ALL THE TIME. I love when they get prepared for a night out cause girls love having fun. I love touching them gently. I love how the skin feels when we gently move our fingers all around their body. I love the test of the flesh after a hot steamy night. WOOF it’s getting hot in here well now I will caresse my girl cause I just LOVE HER…. tell your women, or tell your man. Big or small, harry or shaved all men and all women deserve love……JUST LOVE…….LOVE…..LOVE…………..I love you babe.
Nature the best place to be at peace with yourself, with one’s spirite and soul.
Spring the sound of birds churping, creek’s thawing, the flow. The flow of life
in the water, the water as it is melting away. Streaming towards, towards
another day…I pray. I pray for this new day, and the next to be one without
harmfull obstacles in my way…or do I…for obstacles are what makes us push
for it…what is it?…Our way to be one with…so glorious…so peacefull…so
many thoughts…nature my religion, beauty in all its splendor. Nature my
religion without walls, let it be for all…FOR ALL.
Getting skunked just sucks. Now there are many ways to getting skunked and myself well I guess I had my share.
Playing cards: Now this is a good one why? cause I guess we all share this one. Poker or playing Asshole, Crazy Eights or Youker. Hoping for the card you know that card that you really need but nope you never fucking get it. It just plain sucks.
Drinking Beer: So, SO, SO, many times at parties you set your beer down for whatever the reason, maybe it’s conversing and moving your hands like all us French men do. Or it’s just a plain old hey sweety hold my beer for a sec…and you come back take a drink and come out with a smoke or Half-Full beers left by stranger that dont seem to have to much spit in them and to drunk that you dont care…ya you know who you are. It just plain sucks.
Smoking Crazy Weed: Memories take me back to times when we would buy crazy weed, fuckin hydro skunk donkey dick weed. You would some this shit then think or do some crazy shit, like try to make each other pass out after just inhaling a huge bong hit and just freak the fuck out…Fiouff crazy shit. Or get so fuckin high that you grab your parents camera only to film the sickest cheech and chong remake only to leave it on the camera for your parents to see the next day because you forgot to erase it…sorry mom. Well it just plain sucks
Well there is allot of stuff I could talk about that explains in my view getting Skunked, but the true reason of the meaning skunked is really getting skunked by a fucking skunk. Today after 9 years of sharing our life with our awesome coyote-husky yep thats what he is…well he got caught by a little fucking skunk and it was like two inches away from his face whitch we are lucky because that skunk pee is so potent that it could seriously harm him by blinding him, but he closed his eyes just in time.
He ran straight at the skunk and tried to kill it like he usually does to a ground hog or a fox and usually he kills them straight away but this time the skunk was not dead now for all you readers my dog is not a psycho he is just in-touch with his roots being part coyote his natural enemy is a fox and there food in the wild are usually rabbits, groundhogs and sometimes if you can’t stop him in time a skunk.
But this was our first skunk holly shit does it ever stink when they are that close AHH Fuck…. I still smell it. We just washed him with tomato juice and he still stinks awell he is our little boy and boyz do like do get dirty so we are not mad poor little guy he looks so sad because he knows something is wrong but hey its there way and well, it just plain sucks cause you got skunked Sniper hahaha.
I’ve only just been introduced to this technique of sharing thoughts by my wonderfull niece who said that it might help me vent. So here it goes.
I often walk alone or with my dog sniper,happy and also deep within my thoughts. I look at the stars and smile I’m happy. I cross people as I walk and I’m polite, I say hello, good evening or good day and I get nothing in return yet sometimes I meet these people elsewhere on different days doing different things and notice them being polite to others but yet when I approach to try to get my hello back as I say it, I get shot down. Why is that?. I try to be nice and I’m happy to do so but nothing sometimes even the elder’s do this to me and there the ones that should give the example not us well atleast i’d like to thing so since they are always talking about how our generation has changed. Well I don’t know, it makes me sad sometimes after I’ve been having such a good day. Not too long ago, a family member of mine told me how they had talked to one of there friends who had just seen me for the first time and said that I looked pretty scary and that they would’nt want to meet me on the streets, and it really hurt me. It really did. I’ve got a big heart specially as i’m getting older and things like that make me feel like I’m a big Ogre. A big Ogre ya it makes me not like who I am, inside and sometimes it’s those little things that count like just saying hello or smilling when I smile as you pass by me whoever you are. I’m just smilling how bad can I be. When all I want to be is good,but to them hmm. to them… Well I guess i’m just an Ogre with a Heart. Thank you. This was just a ripple in my sea of thoughts without a rock….