the Collective

[kenny]

He told me that I always have interesting stories to tell, and to me they are not that interesting – I guess it’s just how the words fall onto ones ears or in front of ones eyes. Let’s take yesterday for instance; I woke up and I looked to my left and there was a wonderful woman, I sat up and flung my feet over the side of the bed to make my way upright so that I could bash the alarm clock. As I made it to my feet and looked down – I saw another wonderful woman, but she was not in my bed, she was slightly protruding from my closet floor. Now I will just stop there. I will let your mind draw the conclusion as to why I have a live breathing girl in my closet, for that is how I will make it seem more interesting.

(GIJoe) don't act like it's some elite club

I remember the night and the very moment the way I looked at you changed. The night we shared a silent bond, the night I decided that I would stand by your side if ever needed. It was a late weekend night and Denny's was the rally point. The night was nearly over and I had started to back out. I immediately had to stop because of some jackass who sped around the corner. I could have made it, but I waited - after all I am in no hurry. As his car passed I continued to pull back, cranked the wheel and throw it in to park so that I could talk to some of the others in our crew. As we discussed the plans for the night, that yokel who cut me off started yelling, telling me that I should watch where I am going since he doesn’t understand that freeway speeds are not acceptable in a parking lot, and the moment he got too close to me, you shut him down. Not because I couldn't fight my own battle, but so that I didn't have to. Sure we don't get along under the same roof, and sure we all talk shit but that shit means nothing. You are family, one for all and all for one - happy belated birthday Chris.

He was right; it is not some elite club, just a group of friends that take care of each other when needed. We span across the world. We inhabit SLC (Utah), Oregon, Washington, California, Colorado, Texas, Indiana, Illinois, Ohio, New York, the UK and last but not least Mauritius. A family of friends, ones that don't judge one another, ones that will protect each other and lend a hand when needed, people that live their own lives and not others, various names, various affiliations all forming something I like to refer to as...

Her sentence started off with "Guess what?” sometimes this is a start to a small string of sentences, sometimes they are long - but last night, they filled my well. Words, so many words, all pieced together - all forming something crafted for my ears alone. Words that removed doubt, words that reminded me that someone does care; words that gave me a sense of worth, and lastly they were words that left my mouth without any. I just looked in to the eyes across from mine, and stared. There was nothing to say, her words robbed my brain of speech with their kindness, what could I say? Thank you was not enough. Nothing is enough, not for this beautiful soul...

These dreams; so vivid that there is no way to decipher where reality ends and dreamland begins. The air is uncomfortably humid and I feel my eyelids getting heavier. I cannot stay awake, no matter how hard I try - the shifting of the horse’s hips as he makes his way up the mountain pass is too hypnotizing, he wins - I lose.

A lot of random thoughts, all of which pollute my mind on this fine morning. I could stop or I could just keep typing little chunks of nothing.

The glass of rum fell to the floor, and the impact shot a spray of liquid in all directions, like my warm seed on her belly. I have not seen her in years, but I can smell her. Her scent owns me, it is too familiar. Words cease and animal instincts take over. I breath heavier, I burrow, I must find the nectar that I need, I must taste it.

In completely unrelated news:
Although sex with animals is not illegal in Washington state, Urquhart said that investigators were looking into whether the farm, located in Enumclaw, 40 miles southeast of Seattle, allowed sex with smaller animals that resulted in animal cruelty, which is a crime.

“If you’re talking about sheep or goats, there could be some issues,” Urquhart said.

What the hell? Having sex with larger animals is ok, it’s not cruel because they want cock they want to fuck and cum in and on humans, but the smaller ones like sheep and goats... they don’t. So if you have sex with them or vice versa, you are committing a crime. Wow, strange words, strange days, strange looks and strange news... it must be getting close to the end.

You need not reply. You don’t have to. That’s how far it has gone. I know all of the answers without a reply. I used to be able to see them, now I feel them. I feel every little aspect of your life. I feel your craziness, I feel your pain and I feel your joy. I feel everything, I even feel you right now. It’s odd.

More cow bell!

[aadil]

OMFG! Those bastards want to bone Bambi! :S

[Katie]

Oh, if only I had a girl that cute in my closet.... the possibilities

[aadil]

Am not a cute girl but u can take me, Katie! (^^)b

[Katie]

Woot! I have a closet gnome!!

[kenny]

Originally Posted by Katie

Woot! I have a closet gnome!!

I love you, BUT YOU SHOULD BE STUDYING!

[Katie]

Sorry... ::Slumps off and walks away::

[kenny]

Originally Posted by Katie

Sorry... ::Slumps off and walks away::

Oh no! No slumpping! Smiles damnit, smiles!

[aadil]

Reminds me, I should be studying too.

[Katie]

Woot! I finally finished my finals. Now for a couple months of peace, quiet, and hopefully get some camping done! Mmmmm moab...

[cold]

I miss Moab. And the San Rafael Swell... =(

[kenny]

Fuck yeah, I want to go camping soon.

[jackieO]

Originally Posted by Katie

Oh, if only I had a girl that cute in my closet.... the possibilities

I'll live in your closet, for cookies.

[Katie]

What kind of cookies? ::Racks brain::

[jackieO]

Fudge Striped. Hhhhmmhh. Oh or chocolate chip. Please say bye before you go.