A Journal of Sorts
2 + 2 = 8 ? (this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you) ~ Don McLean ~ but will she like Libbo? sometimes I, or is that just parts of me (there's a verbal congugational challenge for ya), still remain (or remains) fixated on an image of first love (which for me was younger than is legal, but then, I was the younger party at the time) as my romantic nature (or maybe just Libbo?) is definitely most stimulated by waifs (in terms of appearance, not in terms of helplessness or ignorance that may or may not be associated with the term in some contexts)... innocence, remember?... honesty without harm?... . o O ( oh where have you been? ) O o . the difference then between the everyday pedophile (there's a word that should attract big brother's attention... hello bb, look around and if you find a friend, let me know... hey, even big brother can get lonely, right?) and Libbo is in the act, or lack thereof... Libbo follows the same philosophy, ethics, and ideals as the rest of me... respecting the legal system and social morees is just part of the game of life and at least in this life, I'm not looking to cheat (oh, well, occasionally in video games for statistical purposes, but then that's part of that game and does no harm... cheating at life does harm and that's the one serious irrevocable {or is that indelible} line I refuse to cross {above all else, do no harm, remember?}, no matter how much my nose itches at the time {most sensitive just out of a profound hot cold shower, especially after being wiped at least once... when emerging from such a stimulation one should endure the itches as an extention of the climax, but that's another story}... where were we?)... my bottom line is do no harm, not even in fantasy (I think)... so in closing, don't let your libido fall in love with me until you're legal, ok? (hearts and minds are much deeper anyway)... maybe this is why so many humans lust after (and pay lots of cash just to look at) the lean bodies of youth (how many teen movies or pop stars came out this year?)... remembering the first time - that irreplaceable wonder and excitement never matched by anything life might bring (no matter how mature or rational we try to become)... depth is euphoria, but firsts are ecstacy... first love first lust first truth first trust first comfort first release first passion first peace maybe your first time wasn't everything you wanted it to be but mine was perfect and nothing can take that away from me do you remember the first time you looked into someone's eyes and knew they were looking at you do you remember the feeling of understanding when you first felt something true and the first sweet bliss of that first sweet kiss when melting was all you could do it's so sad to think there are some people who don't even have a clue of what unconditional love can do has it every happened to you? so I seek another as in touch with the child inside as I seem to be who might understand what I mean here (and everywhere in my rambles, everywhere)... no explanation is necessary if you are truly in touch with your inner child... and in the end, the sex is the least of the wonders after that... now, what was this journal entry about? |
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