Death, love and McDonalds

So.. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything. I guess due to several reasons, including the unearthing of my LJ by a friend, my lack of desires to do anything at all, my hyperfocus on Wow and the debilitating emotional infusion I’ve been submitted in. Yeah, that’s true. Queer as folk, funny that I liked the 12th episode of the 5th season after Kuma told me it was uneventful. I mainly liked it cause it reminded me of the first season and about what is a gay relationship like. The little things people have to deal with. The jealosy of Emmet, the possesivity of Ted’s new bf, the slight misstep of emmet’s football star bf. All that crap that it’s so unimportant for the rest of the world but when it happens to you makes your world rattle and shatter.

It was a rather disturbing period when he, abruptly focused on himself selfishly ignored the world that sorrunded him, him as an object of desire contributed to fuel the ethereal glow of pain that separated both twins. They should be together, the battlemaster said. But it’s no use, they are not twins anymore. Time, history, pain and lust made them both too different to concurr in sharing their seeds for the sake of the eternal flame fire. I need your seed, the warlock said. I can taste it on my lips. But it was no use, they never, ever shared the soul connection again.

Yeah, as sad as it sounds. But I’m afraid it’s true. I?m not too excited about things to come. What would come? Besides a whole pile of fucking nothingness!

More people dying. That’s a bunch now.

Sunday. Peter was here, we were on my bed talking while I was browsing the net on my PPC. He got a phone call. Was his sister to tell him that their mother died. He was obviously confused onw what to feel. Anger, sadness, greed and confusion all convoluted in his mind. He left, I ate the cookies. Will call him later.

Novios. Nosivo. Lol… not correctly spelled, but you catch my drift.

The lottery has been knoking to my door, or more like calling on the phone to invite me to share the steam of nakedness. Should I? Temptation of the unknown. Emotionless discouragement.

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