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I wanted this, but didn't win it on Ebay.

Organic Vodka, yummm

A locally produced Organic Vodka has come out and the nifty part is that it is made right near my childhood home. Well, about 20 to 30 miles from my childhood home. Still, given the population that means it is right next door.

Article to the West Central Tribune Story.

Link to the Prairie Vodka Site.

Link to MNSpeak related post.

No.

Do Something

This "lady" needs to never be on television again. On the internet fine, but not on television. Send in a note to fox and get her off their list of idiot pundits.

Terrorist Penis Attacks Russia

I heart Bollywood.

I wanted this, but didn't win it on Ebay.

Softness

Forgiving, giving into, releasing for and opening up the softest part of myself to you.
The hard little bodies running around out in the world, they workout to get that firm, taught stomach, that hard ass, those muscle toned biceps. I have at times, strived to be one of them. Lean, hard edged and tightened up to a cutting figure, I have decided this is nonsense.

Absolute fucking, nonsense.

Men like different looks, different shapes, skinny, thick, bouncy there are tastes for all shapes and sizes. Still, I am not talking only about the physical. There is a softness that is lacking in the personality, the emotion, the speech of these laguna girls.

I want to give in to you. The soft landing place, for your hard soul. The fullness of my hips is the warm home of your heart. The sway of my back is your rhythm to play. I envelope you, I am pliable; I am of your shape and your need.
When you lean into me, I give, I break away and your release is felt first.

This yielding and supple body is your haven. It accepts you without question, reflection or doubt. Be the man, I’ll be the woman.

Consuming Behavior

Work consumes me right now. I would rather it were a lover.

Have to remember my regeneration powers, right like anything. We are unlimited. We can continue to grow new cells, revive the old ones in the meantime and slough off the dead weight. This applies to our mental and emotional states as well, right?
Why not?

There was a time when I felt that I could only love one person. Not the case. There was a time when I felt that I had only one orgasm in me at a time. Not the case. There was a time when I thought that my last painting would be my last painting. It consumed my energy, it sapped my power. It was all had and I put it into that piece, moment, climax.
The change is this, that last one, that last moment, that last brilliance or effort or thought is only fuel for the next.
The growth of these emotions, these ideas and this energy is unlimited. I am striving for the ability to do so much more in one minute of the day than anyone around me. I am exceeding the reality and the potential.

I nearly hit a wall. This week was a tough one and I thought for a few days that I was done. I had to say enough. Stop it and move to something easier. Not anymore.

This is the beginning of a metal revolution. My emotional base is strong. My desire is there…my regenerative powers are growing.
Work can eat away at my time, my intelligence and I just cook up more. The glutton will explode its full belly.

What is the work equivalent of an orgasm?