My Current Favorite Thing(s)

this is my latest venture into the world of art. It kind of got messed up a bit when converting it from a pub to a gif, but its the best I could do with out the whole thing turning blue...like the first time I tried to convert it.



AND SOMETIMES, I FEEL LIKE WRITING POETRY, SOME OF IT IS MUCH BETTER THEN OTHERS

There is no desire stronger then the desire of another's touch
Wanting to wake up next to them
Feeling warm, happy and fuzzy
Wanting to stay
To hear them speak
But you just listen to them breathe
Not wanting to move
For fear of waking them
For fear of the arm moving off your shoulders
You nestle closer to them
Burying yourself further into their grasp
And gently drifting to sleep again
--Bexx



this is by my friend gregg:
this grand thing we call life gets boring from time to time,
but i keep living because i must,
for my mother and father, sister and brother,
friends who care, and a girl who loves me,
who i have not found yet...
and i love them all too,
they have taken care of me,
been there when i needed them,
even when i didn't!
my heart has been broken,
many times,
its hard when they are friends of mine,
but it would be harder to not be friends,
because i love them as friends,
and life would be more difficult without them.
life is full of journeys,
some painful,
some joyous,
but all important,
so take my word for it friends...
its worth it, live it up, don't give up, and peace! :)
--Gregg Spillane


one of my fav ANI songs:

out of habit
the butter melts out of habit
the toast isn't even warm
the waitress and the man in the plaid shirt
play out a scene they've played
so many times before
i am watching the sun stumble home in the morning
from a bar on the east side of town
and the coffee is just water dressed in brown
beautiful but boring
he visited me yesterday
he noticed my fingers
and asked me if i would play
i didn't really care a lot
but i couldn't think of a reason why not
i said if you don't come any closer i don't mind if you stay
my thighs have been involved in many accidents
and now i can't get insured
and i don't need to be lured by you
my cunt is built like a wound that won't heal
and now you don't have to ask
because you know how i feel
you know how i feel

art is why i get up in the morning
but my definition ends there
and it doesn't seem fair
that i'm living for something i can't even define
there you are right there
in the meantime

i don't want to play for you anymore
show me what you can do
tell me what are you here for
i want my old friends
i want my old face
i want my old mind
fuck this time and place

the butter melts out of habit

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