Anguissette

I've seen it.  I've seen that look in your eyes; that look like fury, like fire, like passion and blood and sex and death.  Yes, I've seen it.  I have seen that look in your eyes again… this time though, you weren't looking at me.

I was sitting around last night and this came out. I t hin kI might use it for the story I've been working on, but who knows... And then their bodies met.  It was years of repression welling up and spilling over between them until the sheets were soaked with their lust for one another, but it was deeper than that.  True, their bodies craved the touch.  Their very skin had cried for joy at the closeness, the touch of naked flesh to naked flesh in the most intimate of places.  But, at that moment when he slipped inside of her, when she had taken him in, welcomed his coming they had known it was more than lust.  This was more than hormones and

Okay, I haven't done this in a while because, shit, my life has been going so well I haven't been pissed off enough to really rant, but tonight I've got to. Fucking people who can't control themselves.  I can't stand these people; they use a lack of self control to justify whatever they do wrong.  People, who cheat, eat themselves into being bed ridden or beating the pulp out of someone else because they, "just couldn't stop."  Well you know what, that's BULL SHIT.  Humans in all their glory are given the ability to control their responses to stimuli.  We can chose to ignore the urge to beat a man to death because he hurt our feelings, and w