May 15, 2011

safari lover

dear to crawl into the arms of a lion diary,

i know you would bite me. wild animals are very dangerous subjects to cuddle with, or feed, or even simply walk past. but it can be done. some people just have a talent for such duties. i, however don't. i cant even be around goats without them horning at me in some way or another. snakes either, i have eleven fang marks in my finger right now to prove to anyone that, even though that was a set up. anything can be a set up- if you were to ask me, but nobody ever does ask the opinion of a retarded whore. i quit expecting anyone to ask my opinion on anything much that matters anymore, knowing my feelings were never part of the equation from the start was something that took a long time for me to get used to, and now that i have- there ain't a big part of me that would choose to have it different. but for a second, maybe, to crawl in and be encompassed once again, swallowed up by the mighty feeling of the powerful promises of those lies i believed with all i am inside me- i would- just for one long sweet kiss and a tug at that bottom lip.