so the story goes…

how is it  that i am always being fed the same lines?

now i cant but help to believe it is true.

I AM TOO INTENSE. no one can handle me. i finally took hold of things and acted on that six year ache. and it was just right, and he kept telling me wonderful things, and i was smiling and biting lips and piveting hips… but then it came. he pulled back. and said i was too intense, this was too intense, he couldnt handle it and it had to stop. so i said okay, i understand and respect your honesty.

but this isnt the first time someone has said these words to me. its always something, people tend to need to break eye contact with me because the way i pirece them and dont look away, or the electricity from my fingertips pulsating to their flesh, or my lips and how they move, or deep riveting motions…. emotions even that.. i emit.

i intimidated the intimidator. who ever would have thought?

someone somewhere has to be on my level.

sorry for my absence, i have just been living INTENSLY and paying consequence to my lifestyle. even if that only means not coming home, or using this glow box as means of entertainment. its moving so fast. and i love every fraction of a second that passes. intense intense intimidating. oh la la.

shift and shake me.

i want someone to take me on. intimidate me i dare you.

"People Usually Surrender To Their Own Destructive Impulses."