This relates to 'Wings 'lil venting thread.

But I didn't want to hijack his thread.

This actually stems from some of the shit that's been goin' on.

All this stuff can be found on my blog.

He sadistically roped my hands behind me and took a few steps back.

I could only watch.

Watch as he looked over his instruments.

What would he decide?

When would he decide?

It felt like forever.

I began to doze off.

Occasionally I would wake abruptly to a sound and fixate my eyes on him.

Still, he had not made a decision.

Bastard.

This happened several times more.

Until finally I slept...

...and was awoken with a hard thwack to the side of my head.

I was awake, stunned, confused.

He smiled his wicked smile.

No, no, no, I thought.

His choice?

A firm baseball bat.

And struck me hard across the jaw.

My head was spinning, with panic, adrenaline, anger.

Then came the low blow to my gut.

Nothing hurt more than the blow to my gut.

I vomited, the awful truths.

It hurt so bad.

I had known, and so had he.

He simply waited until I had grown comfortable.

His smile gone, he untied the ropes that bound me.

Took a step back and raised an eyebrow.

There were paths, all around.

Some of those I had come from were now blocked off, and new hazy paths were now open to me.

I've started down one.

It's difficult, cold, and lonely.

Exits line every inch of it, beckoning me, tempting me.

Doubt fills my mind with every step and I question my decision.

But something else keeps me on course on this long, long hazy road.

I just hope I have the strength.

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Heil Frasbee

what the ****???!?!?!?!

who's abusing my choi?????

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If you stare at a white pixel long enough, you notice the throbbing red, green, and blue elements that create it.

If you stare at a fuzzy blanket long enough with your eye so close it goes out of focus, just look at the sparkles; you can see it on the cellular level.

I couldn't read beyond the baseball bat to the jaw. Too violent for me.

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Christ, Fras. What the hell is going ON with you?

I'm thinking good thoughts for you. If I were a religious person, I'd say I'm praying for you, but I'm not, really. Same thing ultimately, though.

My love to you.

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I think all women really want is to be proven wrong about men.

I could really imagine that perfectly in my mind. Really emotional.

<3 Fras.

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There are moments when one feels free from one's own identification with human limitations and inadequacies. At such moments one imagines that one stands on some spot of a small planet, gazing in amazement at the cold yet profoundly moving beauty of the eternal, the unfathomable; life and death flow into one, and there is neither evolution nor destiny; only Being. - Albert Einstein

Fras is the best! , Xbox live biotch after new years cause right now it's fawking crazy busy for everyone!

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http://www.myspace.com/83163164

i wish i had xbox 360. we have regular old xbox, but shitty dialup internet.

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If you stare at a white pixel long enough, you notice the throbbing red, green, and blue elements that create it.

If you stare at a fuzzy blanket long enough with your eye so close it goes out of focus, just look at the sparkles; you can see it on the cellular level.