THE WORLD IS ITS OWN MAGIC

Haven't I?-he thought. Haven't I thought of it since the first time I saw you? Haven't I thought of nothing else...He sat motionless, looking at her. He heard the words he had never allowed himself to form, the words he had felt, known, yet had not faced, had hoped to destroy by never letting them be said within his own mind. now it was as shocking as if he were saying it to her...since the first time i saw you...nothing but your body...that mouth of yours, and the way your eyes would look at me, if...through every sentence i said to you, though every conference you thought so safe, through the importance of all the important issues we discussed...you trusted me didn't you? to recognize your greatness? to think of you as you deserved-as if you were a man?...The only bright encounter in my life-the only person i respected...the lowest of all desires-as my answer to the highest I've met...for that degrading need, which should never touch you, i have never wanted anyone but you...i hadn't known what it was like, to want it, until i saw you for the first time. i had thought: not i, i couldn't be broken by it...do you know what its like, to want it? would you wish to hear what i thought when i looked at you...when i lay awake at night...when i heard your voice over a telephone...when i worked but could not drive it away?...to bring you down to things you cant conceive-and to know that its i who have done it. To reduce you to a body, to teach you an animal's pleasure, to see you need it, to see you asking me for it, to see your wonderful spirit dependent upon the obscenity of your need. to watch you as you are, as you face the world with your clean proud strength-then to see you in my bed, submitting to any infamous whim i may devise, to any act which i'll perform for the sole purpose of watching your dishonor and to which you'll submit for the sake of an unspeakable sensation...i want you-and may i be damned for it!

...DO you know what I'm thinking of right now, in this moment?...
...you look so young, so austere, so sure of yourself...what would you be like if i knocked your head back; if i threw you down in that formal suit of yours, if i raised your skirt-

-Hank Rearden (character in Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged)

Best Wishes,
Ronnie

Making romance to a book

Here is an oh eight picture of me that I found on James Jardines delightful blog!
Thanks Jamsie! If you are offended by my crotch grabbing antics please accept my apologies!


Currently, I am reading The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. By "currently" I mean that I have been reading this book for several months. Time is relative to whatever you want time to be relative to. I have been loving the book with tremendous passion in the past weeks though! I am almost finished with it. I recommend that you all read it. A plus Ayn Rand!

Stareye-R is playing guitar on an ocean splitting ship that seems to carry him far.
Stareye-R plays guitar on a sky scaling vessel that travels to Mars.
Stareye-R gaits about the African safari, caressing the elegant animals body.

i have to boost my brain and stroke my geniuseniusniusiususs.

increadiblysmartidartoutsharpobjectsthatmakeloudsplatterslikefartsthendepartbeforethe
smellentersyournosedisenchantingyourheart.
yourfaceistheplagueandmyfaceissmoothlychizledandshaved,myhairflowsdownlikewaves
attractingalltypesofbabeswholiketodancesexyatraves.

with a tank i run on sentences and phrase things like a magician who is on a mission to never be frank. narrating tales unleashing spells that make your brain swell to the size of infinity. is infinity the trinity of god spirit and sun or are you people disillusioned by the matter of fact nature of the visible sun?

grow out of it and shout about it silently, less violently and be gracious like when you close your eyes and blindly dream.




Everyone should listen to an audiobook or podcast and doodle. i promise you will retain more information.