Poor Gullible Bastards

Poor Gullible Bastards

Dream big

Win big

Bet big

Lose big

Warning abound but

Whispered hopes inflate

Slim to none chances

Into possible reality

Poor gullible bastards

5/9/11

Form: free

I *Can* Has Maths!

I *Can* Has Maths

                It has recently hit me that I need to re-learn my mathematics from basic arithmetic on up. So, I have been searching for books that will help me with that. I am currently trying out Teach Yourself -  Complete Mathematics. I am going over some basic arithmetic in chapter one, and I definitely need the overview. It kind of bothers me that I am having difficulty doing this basic arithmetic with pen and paper rather than with a calculator. However, I am using a calculator to check my answers, as well as the answer key at the end of the book.

                I think I am going to need to also pick up a workbook, though. The sections are short, to the point overviews of everything, rather than the dragging in-depth crap that I hated and got overly bored with. The downside to this is that the little exercises and tests at the end of each section are short and there isn’t a whole lot of practice to be had for each lesson.

                Something tells me it is sad, though, that while reviewing chapter one, which is relatively easy, my brain is having “ow” moments. I haven’t had to think of this shit for a long time…

The Joy of Canes

The Joy of Canes

                Canes can offer a variety of sensations. Most often, they sting quite badly when hit with them. They can leave interesting marks and can be used for precision work, focusing in a line on one location. The welts they leave behind are excellent. All in all, canes as weapons of sexual torture and enjoyment offer a good time for all involved, so long as you like that sort of thing.

                I do.

                Last night, I got to participate in a couple of sessions that focused on pain and sensation as well as, “getting to know you” play at a weekly party. I got to spend some time in the top position with someone who was getting a feel for how it felt to be gently caned by both a thick and thin rod. Then, his mentor and I played, with him beating me with the canes that I had made over the last couple of days.

                Some things I learned:

*Wood from the craft store, even if it is thicker, is *not* the wood to use if you are going to put it to heavy use.

*The ribbon wrapping as a decorative element succeeded in acting as a safety element, keeping the cane from splintering.

* I totally missed this.

I am looking forward to hunting down some proper wood, wrapping it up in ribbon, and finding willing partners to beat on.  

Here are some pictures of my canes:

The top one is my ladybug cane. The middle one is the Rainbow cane that I broke. The bottom pink and white polka dot one stood up much better than the rainbow cane.

This is me actively bending the rainbow cane at the break. When it is not actively being bent, it just looks like a crooked rainbow stick. There is no wood showing. We broke this stick on my back, not the new guy.

This is what the rainbow stick looks like when it is not actively being bent.

6/16/11

               

Seductive Fear

Seductive Fear

Try to suppress the fear

Feel it choke you

Feel it try to smother your breath

You are powerless against it

And it galls you, doesn’t it?

To be beholden to this fear,

Helpless before its enormity

Feel as it consumes you

Body, and what passes for your soul

Embrace it and allow it inside

Let it become part of you, change you

My fearful fear-filled

Young little lamb

My cowering newly made child

Feel the fear inside of you

And give into despair.

4/27/11

Form: free

There are times when fear seems to be a default setting. It is hard to push past that and emerge on the other side of experience. 

Zombies and Z-Day musings

Zombies

Dead

Rotting Flesh

Corpses shuffling

Unnatural movement limbs fall

Off

Drop

Fingers and

Flaps and bits of flesh

Stinking, nasty in the

Sun

Moans

Unearthly

Sounds that echo through

Abandoned streets; people hunker

Down

Hide

All living

Breathing beings for

You are only brains on the

Hoof

Dead

Are walking

And are stalking all

Of those who are left; hunting

You

5/17/11

Form: crown oddquain

Before I met my husband, zombies just were not my thing. In fact, this particular type of undead actively creeped me out. Ever since he managed to sit me down and make me watch Shaun of the Dead, though, I have begun to like this particular horror genre. 

Don't get me wrong, the prospect of zombies does still give me the chills. My husband is convinced that since the idea has been put out there, there will be some asshat out there that will manage to make it actually happen, and Z day is something that will happen no matter what we do.

Much like Judgment Day (the Terminator variety).

I am working on getting more in touch with Rule #1 (Zombieland). Otherwise, I will be one of those poor fat fucks that get eaten.

Shadows Made Of Light

Shadows Made of Light

Illuminated in darkness
My soul shines brightly
Casting the shadow of light
Upon the landscape around me

People mistake me for
A creature of light and life
Because the shadow I cast
Brings life to them
But there is no life without light
There is no light without darkness
And as there is death in the dark
So it is in the light
Life and creation demands both

I am a creature of darkness
My shadow casts light
I am death in life
Life in death
And all the shades in between

5/27/11

Form: free

Waiting Spider

Waiting Spider

Cloaked in shadow, watching

Waiting for the perfect meal

To just fly right to the trap

Patient and calculating, almost

Meditative in contemplation of the

Delicate, sensitive tendrils of

Webbing that were spun from

Her bulging abdomen

Vibrations through the web are

Caught by her feet and she

Rushes to her prey that is

Flailing, failing to free-itself

Of its final resting place

As she bites down to immobilize

The unlucky being with her venom

She quickly wraps it up in the broken thread

For future eating

After setting aside her juicy morsel

She goes about the important business of

Repairing what that unfortunate creature

Destroyed in its panic

The delicate silk flowing steadily

From her body as she weaves

Another beautiful, deadly trap

For the unwary

She settles in to await her

Next hapless meal

5/9/11

Form: free