My brother doesnt like you. No, hes not too fond of you. But my sister My sister, she likes you a lot. And if I didnt know any better, Id say she loves you, dog-boy. But I do know better. I know she doesnt love you yet. But its coming. You can count on it. But really, what has she ever done for you, my sister? She hasnt rescued you, hasnt saved your life. She hasnt carried you bleeding all the way through the forest to the hospital. She hasnt done a single damn thing for you, dog-boy! And yet youre so receptive to her. You seem to enjoy her company mor
It doesnt matter that hes older than I. I dont care. It doesnt bother me that hes constantly running after women that he meets about town, often wt the bathhouse or the bar. I know hell never look my way. I know hed never think of a man that way, let alone one like me. It doesnt matter; I still love him. Maybe it bothers me a little that itll never be, no matter how badly I want it. Maybe the unfairness of it frustrates me, that Im just a pawn in Love and Fates twisted games. But no, that is not what hurts me the most. What wounds me the deepest is not the longing look in his
Aaagh. Writers block. I cant concentrate on my research. For once. I didnt think it was such a big deal such a small boy. Those hollow black eyes. Just a quick flick up to mine, and then he vanished. The little black boy with the tummy. But that look remained. That empty Im all alone, desperate I need a friend, bold I know youre not interested look. A look I know only from women. A false look because I am interested. Whats really behind those dark eyes, that expressionless face? This is what Im trying to write about when Im supposed to be portraying a
Cool fingers wrap around my wrist
Not in a loving embrace
But in a harsh block of my attack,
Icy fingers that leave burning imprints
In my skin.
Sky blue,
No,
Sea blue
Eyes glare,
As if piercing through my body,
Through my core,
Through my soul,
Through my everything,
Until they reach my Nothing,
Until they reach the place where I keep myself
Locked away.
The wet, sapphire eyes unlatch that cage
And free me
From myself,
Only to beat me black and blue,
Blue as those eyes,
Those eyes that hate me.
Those eyes I love.
A fire to melt the ice surrounding my heart,
Frozen there by so many lost loves;
Water to quench the flames of his anger,
His passion.
Roped in by those red-flecked, golden eyes,
So different from my own wet, blue ones.
And while I yearn to feel
Pale skin pressed against tan,
I know it will never be,
For neither of us will relinquish our boundaries,
Always circling, never touching,
Yet always connected,
Like two oboros dragons.
Flames that burn as they lick my skin,
Like many thousand lizard tongues.
Fingertips brush my jaw
As I dodge a well aimed punch,
Sending shivers down my spine,
Shivers I turn into anger.
For I am not
Its not what you think. Well, it is what you think, but not for those reasons, not for those reasons at all. I do like you, I like you a lot. But you know this; like is not love. Look at me, look and Im going to ask you a stupid question. What clan am I from? Inuzuka, ding, ding, ding! House of dogs, barely more than animals. Do you think I have a choice? My instincts are no more sophisticated than my dogs. Im driven to choose her, because shes a her. Im driven to choose a female, to find a way to reproduce eventually, find the warmth of a females pelt. I need a mate as much as I need a lo
Another uneventful day. Pain levels were moderateabout 6. Still no case. Cuddy wore that low-cut, red sweater of hers, the clingy one. Didnt get a chance to comment on it before she shipped me off to the clinic. Such is the price of having no patient. No interesting morons today, just the usual cold and flu crew.
-H
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Pain levels average 7 today. Wilson was supposed to come over for pizza and beer later tonight we were going to watch that new Hopkins show and laugh at their stupidity and inaccuracy, but he stopped by before he left work and said he c
Transformers 3
From Michael Bay's website [actually found here http://www.comingsoon.net/news/movienews.php?id=64450]:
"Transformers 3 has been going very well. We are going to shoot in LA, Chicago, Washington DC, Florida, Texas, Africa, Moscow, and China. On the talent front, we just locked in Frances McDormand and John Malkovich. Both amazing actors I've always wanted to work with. We also just got Ken Jeong, he is the super funny actor stuck in the trunk from “Hangover” and the Doctor from “Knocked Up.”
We start shooting pre-shoots in about one month."
Bleach
Warner Bros. has picked up an adaptation of the manga.
So here's what DAzebras is doing this summer: I'm learning Vulcan.
Yes, you heard me right, Vulcan. As in the native language of Mr. Spock, one of Star Trek's central characters. I think the only thing nerdier than learning fictional language from the show is learning to speak Elven from Tolkein.
Still, it's fairly awesome. Gramatical construction is a piece of cake after four years of Latin. However, pronounciation is a bit difficult and fairly alien [pun intended]. I suppose this has something to do with studying Latin as well. The good thing about dead languages is that you don't have to speak them on a regular basis. However, I