05-30-2018, 11:40 AM
Day 6 4 loops in the morning A.
Im currently on fire. Only thinking about sex, banging, pulling, being pulled. Nay, it transcends all. My fitness regime has shifted to sculp out in the name of sex. Like, bordeting fucktoy. Im not even sure what going to happen next. Its that powerfull. Its all a reality now to walk out, being pulled, having sex. It feels like crossing over into a reality of sex being akin to breathing. Absurd but loving it frankly.
Also, im expanding my wardrobe. I notice how my sense of matching clothing is lacking, like nothing concrete. This definitely needs some work. With fragrances I have grown lots, its as if there is a smooth input. Like working to concrete and thus sharing the knowledge. I could do sometging with this. Why does my mind throw up forex out of nowhere?
Im almost to sexy to write. Like total bliss and distraction but wanting to note it down still.
Im executing thats for sure now. Im sweating heaps and it aint stoppin.
Still, there is anxiety under the hood. Iritation, agression, anger, short fuse. Memories of D micromanaging and bs'ing through pathetic attempts of amogging. Still, I shutted him down last time, but knowing this trend its "A" stirring up shit internally. Other fragments, memories are taking the oppurtunity to surface through this like a door or wound.
Oh, and Im pretty violent tempered, like stupidity of people get on my nerves. Think having a totally non listening dog running hyper and wild across the streets. Yet the owners dont seem to care or make half assed attempts while doin nothing. It really pisses me off as the overgrown duracell driven rat could end up under my car for example, or the mouth of the neighbours husky.
This right now did in my mood. Oh well.
Looking at nice things directly sets in an knowing and momentum of attainability as well as mentally seeing it as complete, now and worn. My senses get directly pulled in and sucked into it.
Im currently on fire. Only thinking about sex, banging, pulling, being pulled. Nay, it transcends all. My fitness regime has shifted to sculp out in the name of sex. Like, bordeting fucktoy. Im not even sure what going to happen next. Its that powerfull. Its all a reality now to walk out, being pulled, having sex. It feels like crossing over into a reality of sex being akin to breathing. Absurd but loving it frankly.
Also, im expanding my wardrobe. I notice how my sense of matching clothing is lacking, like nothing concrete. This definitely needs some work. With fragrances I have grown lots, its as if there is a smooth input. Like working to concrete and thus sharing the knowledge. I could do sometging with this. Why does my mind throw up forex out of nowhere?
Im almost to sexy to write. Like total bliss and distraction but wanting to note it down still.
Im executing thats for sure now. Im sweating heaps and it aint stoppin.
Still, there is anxiety under the hood. Iritation, agression, anger, short fuse. Memories of D micromanaging and bs'ing through pathetic attempts of amogging. Still, I shutted him down last time, but knowing this trend its "A" stirring up shit internally. Other fragments, memories are taking the oppurtunity to surface through this like a door or wound.
Oh, and Im pretty violent tempered, like stupidity of people get on my nerves. Think having a totally non listening dog running hyper and wild across the streets. Yet the owners dont seem to care or make half assed attempts while doin nothing. It really pisses me off as the overgrown duracell driven rat could end up under my car for example, or the mouth of the neighbours husky.
This right now did in my mood. Oh well.
Looking at nice things directly sets in an knowing and momentum of attainability as well as mentally seeing it as complete, now and worn. My senses get directly pulled in and sucked into it.
The trials you encounter will introduce you to your strengths. - epictetus
