warm cream talkingpillow sweet nothings, whisper.

[foxtongue]

reflection another eye, inner different colour, stumble-crawl my knees underneath suddenly the bed, fallen the guitar thunk lands hard. the person the mirror your name whatwhispers-he this time-makesyouhappy.hips jugular, kisses, together a soft machine. inblown, beautiful unexpected things, replied. replied, answered, this, you, lightning storms. hand textures silk silk finehair better than sighs don't remember anything like this before, too fine, too delightful. we never leave this room, ghost, insubstantial, less-now people have met him. eat your name, cling tongue lovely machines, electricity in the air he. hips, eyes, somethingslides, that feeling before the storm, chest blown, ocean, oceanandwaves, standing pressure. searching this life for someone who understands me cliché love story me now here and understandsees where I'm coming from me. laughter, throat, the feeling of growling, purring, you're not so hard, shift sly, a side aside, that look here, hands with nothing to hold onto but silk and the wall, that's because you're fucking crazy.

madness, he says, you bring me madness.

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[mckenzee.livejournal.com]

madness, he says, you bring me madness.

I can't find the comment where you gave me music, as there are so many "Bloody Foxtongue (porphyre) replied to your LiveJournal comment in which you said:"s in my email, but I wanted to thank and curse you for the gift. Now I must seek out more by some of these, expecially Kahimi Karie.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

*bows* If you do find some more, I would greatly appreciate it if you tossed it my way. It's utterly delectable music.

warm cream talkingpillow...

[uminthecoil.livejournal.com]

*grins*

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

yeeeah my man, you know what I'm talkin' about.

[uminthecoil.livejournal.com]

"hips, eyes, somethingslides, that feeling before the storm, chest blown, ocean, oceanandwaves, standing pressure."

damn, if that don't sound healthy...heh

*bows, blows a kiss and...hold on...does a little dance*:)

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

the only drawback to being with a ghost, as far as I can tell, is that they are invisible and as wavering in thier presence as a lusty christian teenager.

You speak the words I dare not voice....

[van-champion.livejournal.com]

Not yet, anyway. I am still fairly divided between intellect and id, rather like the one whose image I have taken. Perhaps this is why I look to your journal, to see how you bridge that divide. Gives me hope, certainly.

Oh, and add me, already. :)

intellect and id?

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

oh there you are!

I don't know the image and I don't know what you mean. Sorry.

Re: intellect and id. And vampires, gotta have them.

[van-champion.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't think I'd see a time where I'd be stumping you. That being said, I expect that my pop-culture shorthand may realy a little to much on an assumption of its common knowledge.

It's a lot to say in one gulp of text, but basically, my intellectual self, the things I know and learn, and my primal self, my needs and wants, my drives that keep me going, they are not on a first name basis with each other most of the time. (I don't know if I'm necessarily high-strung, but at a social setting such as Skank, I find myself relying on alcohol as a social lubricant, both without and within: It enables me to be a little less withdrawn, a little more in tune with myself.)

A lot of the ways in which I approach this division is to look upon it as being similar to what takes place in the heads of characters such as Nicholas de Brabant, or Liam of Galway (aka Angel) -- or indeed any "good guy with fangs." These creatures are mostly human, not monsters, but they still have a very enhanced id (reinforcing the metaphor of the vampire as representative of predatory sexuality), which they struggle against. I don't think I'm quite so bad, but I do sometimes fear what I might be capable of if all my restraints were gone. (So I'm a very responsible drinker, by and large.)

I probably shouldn't fear so, I don't think I'd be ripping out throats, but I am a little hobbled sometimes, in that I sometimes fear to express my wants, needs, desires -- and when I do it's often so filtered through my intellect that it comes out stilted, which can sometimes put people off.

So it was nice to feel, by proxy, how you let it all out, just let the words flow from the base of your brain, describing details and events in the same breath, the same compression of thought. I don't know that I could ever do that myself, but it gave me a little thrill to read it as it happened to you.

Re: intellect and id. And vampires, gotta have them.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

It wasn't an issue of knwing what the intellect and id were, more of a "what are you trying to say?" which I supposed you answered, albiet with television(?guess) vampire references? I don't relate to this division you're talking about. It's there when I write things out. There's a huge difference between repression and honesty.

Re: intellect and id. And vampires, gotta have them.

[van-champion.livejournal.com]

I don't relate to this division you're talking about. It's there when I write things out.

Well, you've done a very good job of making it look like a stream of consciousness. either way, I'm impressed by what you write, and have been for a while. :D

There's a huge difference between repression and honesty.

A valid point, that. I can be a pretty repressed guy, but I think my LJ has been a reasonably good window as to what's going on. It's not art, as yours so often is, but it does tell the truth.

That being said, impending drama on and offline has made me a lot more cagey, with mutliple zones of increasing privacy and the like. There's a lot not said, just because as I type, I think to myself : "I don't have a lot of enemies, but I do have some -- what can I afford to let them know if they stumble on this entry?" Sinos of omission, and all that.

But you're in the Mutual friends Zone now, so you'll see a bit more. :) Indeed, if you do a little looking back, you'll find my cell number. As good a way as any to keep me informed quickly, especially next time there's a change of date for a strange film.

Speaking of, I've been tempted to write some big piece about Ultraviolet marking a cultural breaking point, but I'm not sure I want to spend my own money on this. If other people were similarly amused by the premise-in-a-blender, that might soften my stance....