-So Good You Wanna Slap Your Momma-

That's right party people, this guy is running the show for the next four days. What does that mean exacty? Well, it means:
a) Nothing but the best in food (though we're going for one meal a day... deal with it)
b) Nothing but time on our hands and loud music
c) Shadow~!
d) I get to use MY computer
e) W'gasa

-Confusing-

What is love but a connection?
Is it patience if it hurts?
Fantasy is the first step in pain.

Lying on the floor near the corner of my bed I stare at the cealing watching the sun dance across a fan spining lazy circles; Above on the bed, in a sea of white sheets, she dreams. Shadows cast by the leaves and branches outside flicker over her skin and soft linen dress. She stirs causing her arm to slide off the side of the bed. Reaching forward I gently take her hand and press upon it a light kiss. Sounds of her rising begin to fill the silence of the room and soon I find myself staring into her drowsy eyes. Pulling herself free of the sheets she smiles; Once again I see her face hanging over the corner of the bed. I prop myself up to meet her gaze. There we stay for moments that feel like an eternity. Softly we kiss and in a burst of giggles she finds herself being pulled to the floor.

-Arrrrrrrgggggggggggggg~

That about sums EVERYTHING up. It easily covers this friend-demic/best friend issue (as that's all my will can seem to muster is a silent scream of agony), not to mention this whole "spiritual" deal I've been pushing around in my head for... oh, forever. I've been putting round after round of HE-Logic Shot into my head but it just doesn't seem to be killing off these thought processes. Oye-Veh. Bro, I really should have pushed my issues onto you rather than listening to the constant rambles and frustration that comes with you and this girlfriend of yours.

I mean here's hoping for whatever sick twisted ideal relationship or healthy medium you two can find, but until you both get your heads out of your asses... leave me alone. I don't want to hear about you two... you're killing me inside.

Honestly, killing me.

Yes... I believe I have reservations: Pity, party of one.

-Bewilderment-

How do you tell someone that they consume your thoughts?
How do you tell them that they light up the dim existance that is your life in ways that are beyond all words and expressions?
How do you explain that dispite all the frustrations they cause in your life, with every passing day and each tale of tribulation your feelings grow deeper?
How do you tell her that she is the first person you think of when you have good news to share and that her voice is the last one you want to hear before falling asleep?
How, without fear of damaging what you already have, do you sing praises of her heart, intentions, mind and beauty?
Most importantly though, how do you do you find the strenght to keep to yourself feelings that are bursting against the walls of your heart and mind knowing that if they do they will change things forever?

-The Embodiment of My Avarice-

   It's hard to put into words, expecially in the artistic manner that I desire, what I experienced tonight. There was depth in a shallow man that, while it may not have touched him, has greatly effected me. Revelation always seems to come in the most unlikley of places through the most unlikley of sources.
   Tonight I felt embarassed for doing something that I believed to be right. I was thought a fool when I knew what I was doing. On top of that I came face to face with the cynicism that I so clearly rely upon for survival and was appalled by it.
   When you come face to face with what you fight daily to not become, how do you respond? Do you ignore it or do you observe and correct? Is it possible to supress the Beast?
   I had planned to write something profound. I had planned to just write what I'm feeling towards the whole ordeal, and that is what it has become. Instead I offer this and challenge you to do the same:

In the face of Avarice present an offering of Charity.
In the face of Wrath present a heart of Compassion.

-Antigone-

Dearest Antigone-
   It seems like ages since we last spoke and an eternity since I last felt your embrace. Since we parted I have been unable to think of anything but you. Oh what calamity has befallen me that would cause me to now loathe that which I could not live without? I feel as a prisoner must; but how much worse is this fate? To be surrounded by the beauty of the sea and to be unable to share it with you. Each night I search for signs of you in this vast expanse. I turn my head towards the stars and imagine you staring at the same shimmering sky as I.
   No longer do I dream of unseen destinations and no longer do I desire to understand all that is to be understood on these untamed seas. I will gladly surrender this life for you. For all that I once loved and yearned for have now, in comparison to your beauty and grace, become a plague upon my heart and soul. With each passing moment I pray in an ever increasing fashion that we swiftly conduct our buisness and that I am able to once again return to your embrace.

My Dear, pray as I do for God sent winds and Angel's wings that I might speed home to you.

-The Flip Side-

   We met there once. In a world of haze and darkness we found light. We drifted those streets and stumbled down each alley with confidence that we would find our way to the sea. While I cannot recall the specifics of that evening I know that what we shared was beyond all description and all comparison. I am sure we lamented the time lost and laughed about the days to come. In the dark labyrinth that now consumes my mind I find soliace in the knowledge that what we shared will stick with us well beyond this morning and the day to follow. Despite the trials and turbulent seas that await us rest easy knowing that my thoughts dwell on you, and while we may never meet again I shall save you a seat on that old park bench in the hopes that we will once again meet... on the flip side.