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"You're Beautiful"
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
Ok, so those lyrics may slightly exaggerate the situation, and we might both be in love with completely different people. But it pretty much suits. WHAT THE FUCK BOYD? This is stupid, you always fall for those you can't have and when you finally have someone who has fallen right back, you go and fall for someone else at the same time! ARGH! Silly stupid fucking bastard. So here I am taking a leaf out of my Jakey's book and writing it all down, figure he must get something out of it so it's worth a try...
Had yet another dream about her last night, I figure this all must have alot to do with the fact that she's a girl- she could never do to me what Brian did, I have nothing to fear with her. So I keep on dreaming, and it would be ok if it was me, her, and Jake. But it's not it's just me and her. Feck. Better get on with the description, huh? Wish there was nothing to describe. This is last night's episode, anyway, though it's mostly the same every night.
It's light, really light, every inch of her is lit up and she's glowing like a fucking angel, all that's going through my head is 'there's no way I deserve this'. But in my dream it's happening anyway. There's no build up just- me inside of her and gentle and her sucking me in like a vacuum, wet heat, not like a man- it's not like I've not slept with a woman for a long time, I know what to do, I'm familiar with it. But it still blows me away. The thrusting is easy- that's either because in real life I'm fucking thin air or because in the dream she's close- or both. But it's easy and smooth and beautiful and hot and passionate and she's moving underneath me and running nails ever so gently over the skin of my back, my face buried in her neck as I thrust in, out, in, out, like breathing. Her hair is spread out around her all golden and shining in the light from- wherever the light is coming from- and her breasts are full and soft beneath my lips when I kiss a trail from her neck downward, always at that point I think- come on, she must be an angel, or a Goddess- no normal human could ever be this amazing.
Then she cries out, breaks the silence, and I cry out too, and I'm going to come golden and powerful and clear and then I wake up. And I never come. And I can't touch myself, it's too painful to even think about that, and nobody else can touch me. So I just lie there, frustrated, until the erection subsides and I can get up, have a shower, draw a few sacred patterns in blood on my thighs, and lie drying in bed until morning comes.
Exciting life, innit?
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
Ok, so those lyrics may slightly exaggerate the situation, and we might both be in love with completely different people. But it pretty much suits. WHAT THE FUCK BOYD? This is stupid, you always fall for those you can't have and when you finally have someone who has fallen right back, you go and fall for someone else at the same time! ARGH! Silly stupid fucking bastard. So here I am taking a leaf out of my Jakey's book and writing it all down, figure he must get something out of it so it's worth a try...
Had yet another dream about her last night, I figure this all must have alot to do with the fact that she's a girl- she could never do to me what Brian did, I have nothing to fear with her. So I keep on dreaming, and it would be ok if it was me, her, and Jake. But it's not it's just me and her. Feck. Better get on with the description, huh? Wish there was nothing to describe. This is last night's episode, anyway, though it's mostly the same every night.
It's light, really light, every inch of her is lit up and she's glowing like a fucking angel, all that's going through my head is 'there's no way I deserve this'. But in my dream it's happening anyway. There's no build up just- me inside of her and gentle and her sucking me in like a vacuum, wet heat, not like a man- it's not like I've not slept with a woman for a long time, I know what to do, I'm familiar with it. But it still blows me away. The thrusting is easy- that's either because in real life I'm fucking thin air or because in the dream she's close- or both. But it's easy and smooth and beautiful and hot and passionate and she's moving underneath me and running nails ever so gently over the skin of my back, my face buried in her neck as I thrust in, out, in, out, like breathing. Her hair is spread out around her all golden and shining in the light from- wherever the light is coming from- and her breasts are full and soft beneath my lips when I kiss a trail from her neck downward, always at that point I think- come on, she must be an angel, or a Goddess- no normal human could ever be this amazing.
Then she cries out, breaks the silence, and I cry out too, and I'm going to come golden and powerful and clear and then I wake up. And I never come. And I can't touch myself, it's too painful to even think about that, and nobody else can touch me. So I just lie there, frustrated, until the erection subsides and I can get up, have a shower, draw a few sacred patterns in blood on my thighs, and lie drying in bed until morning comes.
Exciting life, innit?