Did I dream this?

Dangerous sex is just a dream I had;
No need to say his name,
You won’t have heard of him,
Cause he can’t exist
‘cept in my invention,
Though I would prefer to be his.
He throws me down,
When I’m crying out no,
And pins me to the bed,
Yet inside I say go;
It can’t be rape,
It’s someone’s dream,
And I love his scent,
His body, taste and freedom,
And most of all
I love the fear of his dangerous sex.

My Public Idaho

True happiness comes when you have all the elements of comfort at you disposal: a nice outfit - so you are not worried about how you look to others, good hair of course, money in your pocket to spend, a small gathering of friends to whom you can share in-jokes with, a buzzing pub and/or club so you can feel part of a much larger community, a drink in your hand to release your inhibitions so that you may approach some vaguely attractive person and talk them into sleeping with you, and finally a cigarette so you can look like you really don’t care anyway – which is very useful when your sexual advances get rejected.

This is nirvana. There are so few pieces needed to complete this puzzle we call the meaning of life, it’s a wonder that not everyone is trying it.

Estate Agents and Gerbils

The nature if conflict is hard to figure,
Beneath the heart is a powerful rigour,
To make the world into your own back yard;
Yet with so many people, the task is so hard.

My gerbils have been fighting, what can I say; I'm at my wits end.

Estate Agents

Hey, I hate estate agents. Money grabbing toe-rags. What more can I say; well I annoyed one today. He had been a bit off with me over the phone, so I paid him a visit and told him to his face that he wasn't fit to be a sentient life form (in not so many words). I was scared that the message wasn't getting through, but hey, as I walked away, and he shouted abuse at me all the way down the street, I had the satisfaction of knowing that at least he was as angry as me. So I guess we're even.

Addendum

Firstly, in my last entry I mentioned 'John Street Market;' to those of you not familiar with the North of England, John Street Market is Bradfords equivalent to the New York shopping malls. My mother-in-law gets all her finest stuff there. One christmas my partner bought me an expensive Italian designer jacket (very nice), when we visited his mother she said, 'Oh yes, that's nice, they're selling them down John Street for £20.'

Secondly, I forgot to talk about the film I watched at the weekend. On TV was Scooby the Movie. Mostly rubbish, however the actor who played Shaggy did an excellent rendition; and every movie needs a good shaggy.

Introducing the Family

My boyfriend just phoned his mother:

Apparently their car hasn't been working, they took it to the garage who opened up the bonnet to find 2 condoms in the engine. She's not affraid of bird flu and she bought scottish duck legs at John Street Market, that were going cheap (or quack!). The vicar has organised a petition, to prevent a whore house being built on the waste ground down the road. Oh, and it's snowing, which she thinks is disgraceful for April.

Introducing Meee!!!***###???

An Ode to Thingy

Harsh is the lesson of moving on,
From a dream of love that broke and died;
Harsh is a heart that will never feel the same,
Cause I fell in love and Harsh was her name.