NonSemperAestas's blog: "Time Brings Revelation"

Okay, so... I went out today down to the Missouri Botanical Gardens here in St. Louis. They were having an orchid show there. The orchids were absolutely gorgeous to behold by the way. Well, I also had my camera with me. So I took a number of pics. I've posted a few of them so far...30 or so really does equal a few. I'm mentioning this because I'm hoping at least a couple of people will go check them out. This was my first time out with this particular camera. Also, the shots I took are unedited so far. However, I would you, my dear reader, to check them out. Oh. One last thing. A couple of the pictures in there are for people...they'll know who they are.

So as many of you know I have not been feeling well. Also, as many of you know I recently had a most interesting reaction to some cold medicine that led to an interesting text message being sent to a friend of mine. Well, in this latest entry the story continues...sort of. This was more of a misunderstanding than it was anything else... I woke up this morning with a throat that was rather sore. Consequentially my voice, unless I was forcing it to be normal sounded a bit like Russel Crowe's voice...sometimes a bit like James Earl Jones' voice. Anyway, skipping a few details here, I had gotten ready for work and headed out the door. I got in my truck and called the lady I love...the wonderful Mistress of Wolves. I explained to her that my voice was all sorts of bleh and that I felt like I should be telling some Roman mounted cavalry a certain thing: "If you find yourselves riding alone through green fields, do not be afraid. For you are already dead and are in Elysium." That or that I should be saying, "Simba. Simba! Stop being a little bitch and go avenge me...you pussy!" There was a slight misunderstanding at that point. Apparently it was believed that I was seriously tripping balls right then. Which just made it that much more fun. In retrospect I realize now that I should have just played it up and had more fun with it. The End I will leave you all with a song...some people are under the impression that "A Whole New World" from Aladdin is a pervy song. Well...re-work it and it really is... I can show you my penis Big and sparkling and splendid I can make it extended On my magic mattress ride I can open your thighs Rock your body like thunder Over, sideways and under On my magic mattress ride A whole nude world A new fantastic way to screw Everyone tells me "No," I need a blow So I can start my screaming (Jasmine) A whole nude world My sizzling space you never knew But when you're way down there Engrossed in hair Now I'm in a whole nude world with you (Aladdin) Now I'm in a whole nude world with you (Jasmine) Unbelievable size Indescribable squealing Leaning, bending and kneeling At my moist and gaping thighs A whole nude world (Aladdin) Don't you dare close your thighs (Jasmine) A hundred thousand sperm in me (Aladdin) Hold your breath, it gets better (Jasmine) I'm like a shooting star I've come so far I can't go back to my virginity (Aladdin) A whole nude world (Jasmine) Every thrust of your thighs (Aladdin) With new positions we can screw (Jasmine) Every moment gets wetter (Both) I'll lick you anywhere Hey, I don't care Let me share this whole nude world with you (Aladdin) A whole nude world (Jasmine) A whole nude world (Aladdin) That's where we'll be (Jasmine) That's where we'll be (Aladdin) A thrilling taste (Jasmine) Of my hot place (Both) To you from me!

“We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty.” Mother Theresa

The following is a clip from one of my favorite shows... "A few things I've learned on my travels through this crazy little thing called life. One, a morning of awkwardness is far better than a night of loneliness. Two, I probably won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister. And 3, while I'm down there it might be nice to see a hint of pubis. I'm not talking about a huge 70's Playboy bush or anything. Just something that reminds me that I'm performing cunnilingus on an adult. But I guess the larger question is why is the city of angels so hell bent on destroying its female population." ~Caifornication~

The night before the burial of her husband's body, Catherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of "Cat," and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. "I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it," she said. "I think that's what he would have wanted."

Okay, so back in the 80's there was the drug campaign of "Just say no." I think this campaign should come back today. At least for me when I'm sick and taking cold meds. "Bryan, just say no to cold meds." Having said this I will now tell you, my dear reader, my embarassing moment of the day. I'm home today, sick as I have been for the last 2 (3 really) days. I've awakened one other time in the course of the day to take medicine and get some fluids in me. So, I wake up again mostly delirious and I send a text message to a friend of mine. The text message went as follows: "You're turning into a penguin. Stop it. Could you please tell the monkeys outside my door that have worked out a script for Hamlet to go away?"

Why does the Snoop D-o-double G carry an umbrella? fo' drizzle! What does Snoop Dogg use to keep his white clothes clean? bleotch! Okay...let the tarring and feathering commence. Just keep in mind, I didn't make you read this. You chose this fate!

I write this knowing my answers. I just feel like I need to get the questions voiced...so to speak. Is there something so wrong with being even somewhat different? I am a walking conflict at times. Often at odds with myself. You see, I tend to not think so very well of myself. This is what I do. Yet at the same time I often think I am better than a lot of other people. I try to do things that set me apart from others. Things like work harder, maintain my integrity, even things like having a strong sense of personal hygiene. Today I've been ridiculed and ripped on by people because of one of those things. You see, I like to smell good, I like to use good hair products, I like to dress at least fairly well. When did it become unacceptable for a straight male to do those things? Apparently, because I am a straight guy I'm not permitted to like the shoes I like. I'm not permitted to be smart when it comes to shopping. I'm not permitted to shop at a salon for the hair stuff I like. I'm not permitted to like or enjoy listening to artists like Ani DiFranco (the woman can play a mean guitar). I'm not permitted to smell good. Why is this? When did it become "unmanly" for a man to do those things? I'm vexed by this. I know it sounds stupid, but it has pissed me off. I guess I am done with my petty little rant about shit that doesn't even matter...or at least it shouldn't. Oh well...goodnight...

In just under two months I get to go somewhere. I get to go see the woman I love. On her birthday. This makes me most happy. I mean happy too. :-) I'll be there from around noon on the 20th all the way until early morning on the 29th. :-) I am happy and looking forward to this. Anyone have a time turner they want to let me borrow? They work both ways don't they? Don't they? They'd better, dang it.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" The good Dr. uttered those immortal words year ago. Some people have said that the inauguration of our new president is the culmination and realization of a great dream. How can that be? I have heard so many people say that they feel it is "about time we had a black man as a president." Today, I have heard a great many people say they voted for our new president because he is a black man. Now, having heard those things and remembered Dr. King's speech, can one really say that the good doctor's dream has been realized?