A Bright Clearing I AM.

There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

It Is When Blood Profuses The Mind, Really.

"The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer—because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement, not the possession of a brainless slut. ... He does not seek to gain his value, he seeks to express it. There is no conflict between the standards of his mind and the desires of his body."

What now, love? Did the fire burn too deeply... too quickly?

Sigh... I now see the ashes falling from the altar.

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