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No mail yet. No one interesting within 100 miles of me. The last thing that could have saved this site for me would have been some awesome forums!

They're not. It's all s*xual innuendo (bad, gross, raunchy innuendo at that!) and "Would you sleep with/kiss/make out with/drug/beat/maul the person above you?".

Sooo...I don't think I'll be sticking around here. I'm not into the bar scene, but I think I'll have much better luck there.

The afternoon is full of colours dancing through the bouganvillias in salmon, orange, white,
plumbago violet-blue, flamboyants red and yellow,the sun streaming, pouring from the blue bowl of the sky,heated silk across the skin already damp with sweat. Bees and lizards drowse flash of blue-black carapace,an emerald green much brighter than the olivine leaf it rests against.

Lunch is good, roast beef en croute and chicken baked all golden jostle against hot orange carrots snuggled with translucent onions, cabbage and broccoli combine while avocado partners pale flesh of cucumber spiked with lime. Red wine, clear water, dark brown soda, each glass displays its colours boldly and white teeth gleam as laughter, conversation part red lips and voices weave a harmony around the table.

Utensils still and close together, plates are cleared while satisfaction quiets down the voices
and people drowse like bees and lizards, tan and dun hides gleaming with their mist of perspiration.

The colours frolic, vivid hot and sultry, drowned in light that makes them brighter than the eye can comprehend as nap time beckons.

Well I finally met him and he's perfect in every way. I love spending time with him and everything. I've only seen him 3 times but that's enough to know I really really like him. I hope he feels the same way and that we turn into something more.

Water sheets and slides, down from the clouds, along the ground, skipping and pearling and pooling as it insinuates its tiny floods into each corner. Street light drops to the road and is flung back against the wall; hapless reflection off the water cruising by, adding its decorator touch, with slicks of shine a counterpoint to darkened soil, damp fabric, hair once silver dark and slick against the head.

Skins gleams and ripples, horripilating in the sudden chill beneath the tropic sky now drowned, a deep twilight sapphire shot with grey silk and pink shards of sunset low in the west. Eyes, uplifted, blink and push the world's own tears along the line of cheek, running to the corner of the mouth where tongue tip, pink and stealthy, lurks to taste the air.

Soft, sweet water, born of clouds, of dust from Africa that swathes the skies and brings the taste of harsher sunshines rich with blood to titillate the modern savage dancing here feet bare, skimming over gravel with smooth and practised grace; linking steps to heartbeat, throb of eldritch frog sound while the hiss and thud of rain song sets the rhythm with fat smacks of lucent impact on the ground, the walls, the metal, plastic skins of cars and canopies, man's mark on Nature's compound.

Arms and body stretch and coil, scribing shapes and sigils against the palette of the sky, dance mindless and directed by archaic rules laid down when time first dawned and bared feet marked their tempo on an uncomplicated ground. Souls flung into movement with fierce and wondering joy celebrating life.

I have been lookin 4 love in all the wrong places and wrong faces. It is so hard to find a man that is decent and will treat me the way i deserve to be treated. I give and give but all they do is take advantage,lie play head games and create drama. The last lasted 11 yrs, it took me that long to come to terms that things with him would never change and so, I am back out here trying to remember just how it works if I ever had a clue to begin with. I want to be cuddled spoken to softly, and treated with respect. I give what I get and am loyal to a fault. I believe there are 3 most important things to make love work and last and they are Respect, Honesty and loyalty. You can't have one with out the other and true love consists of all three. I contemplate what it is exactly that I am looking for. Is it too much? I don't think so.....but alas, as of yet the one still eludes me. If I am lucky I will find him, here among all these nuts......

In his dream he was shutting the front door with it's strawberry windows and lemon windows and windows like white clouds and windows like clear water in a country stream. Two dozen panes sqared round the one big pane,colored of fruit wines and gelatins and cool water ices...He remembered his father holding him up as a child."Look!" And through the green glass the world was emerald,moss,and summer mint. "Look!" The lilac pane made livid grapes of all the passer-by.And at last the strawberry glass perpetually bathed the town in a roseate warmth,carpeted the world in pink sunrise,and made the cut lawn seem imported from some Persian rug bazar. The strawberrywindow,best of all,cured people of their paleness, warmed the cold rain, and set the blowing,shifting February snows afire... Ray Bradbury..... It's a story that takes place on Mars. I like science fiction. It keeps on coming true!

Another Friday night, another show filled with music and information that ranged from reviews of Astronaut Farmer and The Last Time, to stretching exercises and ways to show yourself love. As I do here, I mine my life for happenings and moments that hold meaning for me or that caught my eye, held my attention and spin them into words and spit them out a gentle froth of nothing much that floats, alighting here and there, dandelion fluff, a mass of tiny seeds that may someday take root and grow to a thought, an idea, an ambition or intention to achieve...or maybe not. It doesn't matter. I am a messenger, not the message.

I noticed today my show is getting longer as the days shrink and sunrise makes its shift to later on. This will continue to the solstice deep in winter, and my birthday, nine months to the day after the wedding on the equinox. Then the shift will move the other way, clipping minutes off the time I have to talk, to play and weave my tapestries of tangent thoughts and instincts.

Sausages and egg for breakfast, spicy, hot, all brown and gleaming; cholesterol heaven because I am ravenously hungry burning adrenaline full power through the night, no other way to do it for me. I like it here. I don't talk to many, but there are people who I look for, feel concern for when their profiles go to sleep or if they do not post for a couple of days. Others will engage me with a topic or a post that speaks to me of humanity in its myriad forms of pain and confusion and right now the crash is beginning, the tumble from the high of extended performance is turning off the light behind my eyes and sweeping me close to oblivion, light headed and hollow to my bones. Sweet Morpheus has the number to my heart and is pulling at its strings hand over fist to reel me down into his dark sweet cloud the dizzy promise of his kiss outweighs all pretension to literary merit. I must sleep.

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I
am with you..
2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make
you cry.
3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,
doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your
heart.
5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them
knowing you can't have them.
6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is
falling in love with your smile!
7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the
world.
8. Don't waste your time on a man / woman, who isn't willing to waste
their time on you.
9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the
right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to
be grateful.
10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened
11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to
do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next
time around.
12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try
and know someone else and expect them to know you.
13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them
to.

REMEMBER:
WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON.

I AM A 27 YEAR OLD GUY FROM FLOYD CO KY AND EVERY GIRLFREIND THAT I HAVE HAD CHEATED ON ME OR WAS SUCH A LIER .WHEN THE CHEATED ON ME THEY WENT TO GUYS THAT TREATED THEM LIKE CRAP!!!I WAS JUST WONDERING WERE ALL THE GOOD NICE SWEET SEXY GIRLS ARE AND WHY U RUN FROM THE GUYS THAT TREAT U GOOD ????

Granted, I haven't been here long, but...not impressed with the selection of males on here.

I did a search for guys within 50 miles of me, good span of ages, and got six pages of results. In those six pages I didn't find a single guy that interested me enough to write.

I hate to say I'm being too picky, because my requirements aren't many:

1. Have a picture. You can look like a space mutant, I just want to know that up front.
2. Be able to form a sentence.
3. Show a little originality!

The only thing I can think to do is resign myself to the possibility of a longer distance deal, and search farther out. I really don't know.