Vocalizing Enraptured Misery

I won't soothe your pain.

I won't ease your strain.

You'll be waiting in vain.

I've got nothing for you to gain.

And just in time, in the right place...

Suddenly I will play my Ace. 

 And then when you remember,

The dry dying embers,

You'll swallow late September,

And I'll finish as a member.

I won't soothe your pain.

I won't ease your strain.

You'll be waiting in vain.

I've got nothing for you to gain. 

Suddenly emerging with grace. 

The Pursuit of Happiness

I’m on the pursuit of happiness. 

I’ll be fine once I get it.

I’ll be good. 

So I’m ignoring this attempt to break me.

Forgetting your thoughtless words.

.

People tell me, slow my road. 

 I’m screamin’ out fuck that. 

You’ll never get those years back.

Tell me what you know about me.

Nothing. 

Rather drown in your own shattered sorrow.

I’m on the pursuit of happiness.

I’ll be fine once I get it.

I’ll be good.

And I know everything’s shinin’ down on me. 

Que puedo compartir mucho tiempo contigo,

pasandola bien,

Que podrias ser una gran companera,

Me gusta mucho tu forma de ser,

Tu sentido del humor,

Tu forma de ver el mundo

Sos de la mujeres que no abundan...

Commanding Your Attention

The woman is unnaturally appealing.

Her luxuriant hair and arresting composition appear flawless in the muted lighting.The elevated stage upon which she stands enhances the extraordinary image of supreme perfection she is striving to create. The music starts to pulsate. Her motions are simultaneously intense and fluid- suggesting she is acutely aware of her audience while being blissfully oblivious to them. But her attention is beside the point- what matters is that her audience is thoroughly transfixed by her ostensbily preternatural capacity to move her body.
With adept precision, she interlaces her final movements with the music’s finishing notes, creating an illusory double helix of flesh and song…

(imMature Audiences Only)

The Japanese culture and language have done much to expand my own puny horizons within the last year and a half of my life. This is due in part to dating someone with Japanese heritage and also to enrolling in a Japanese language course this semester at school. I also have been harboring a not-so-secret dream of moving to Japan after I get my undergrad degree next year. So, given the aforementioned reasons coupled with my insatiable interest in linguistics and sociology I have done a considerable amount of poking about in all-things Japanese. During one of my cultural explorations I stumbled across a little something the Japanese call hentai. According to my very dear friend, Wikipedia.org, hentai can be described as:

"...a Japanese word that, in the West, is used when referring to sexually explicit or pornographic comics and animation, particularly those of Japanese origin such as anime, manga and computer games. In Japan it can be used to mean "metamorphosis" or "abnormality". The word "hentai" has a negative connotation to the Japanese and is commonly used to mean "sexually perverted", (Wikipedia.org,2009).

Ok, so I guess I am THEE last person to discover this wicked little tidbit of Japanese culture. Feeling like I just unearthed priceless pirate booty, I raced to share my fortunate find with my boyfriend who smiled sweetly at his "Sleepers Precious" (that story will have to be another blog post unto itself) and kindly rained on my proverbial parade by informing me that just about everyone (save the one delusional exception standing before him) knows about hentai. My mental jury is still out on his assertion but what do I know?

Well, I'm glad you asked! I'll tell you what I know: Hentai is cartoon porn lubed up with a hearty helping of bizarre sexual surrealism which is repeatedly rammed down the viewer's throat until you can longer distinguish your squealing from that of the bonded school girl who's getting deflowered by a man with tentacles.(Yes, A-hole, TENtacles, not testicles...well, maybe he had both but I digress...)What's even more disturbing to me than the some the images themselves is my half-cooked idea of this being considered as "normal" in some circles. I understand that it's meant to be fictitious in nature (right...?) but my wonderbox starts to wonder real hard-like when acts of sexual "deviance" and sexual violence start to enjoy a label of "normalcy". And I'm not even talking about gettin' freaky in, ahem, unconventional ways- (although some of the imaginative modes of sexy-time depicted in some hentai-s make me feel like I score a paltry 2.3 on the Slut Bucket Scale of Naughtiness)- I'm talking about the striking prevalence of eroticized sexual violence (which is typically carried out by a supernatural being or, as I noted in the latest hentai I watched, a pack of sex-crazed female high school students bent on fucking the new female teacher) which is geared towards an unwilling victim (who is usually an infantilized female sporting unbelievably perfect double D's who was completely oblivious to her own sexuality prior to being attacked).

I know that virtually all porn is supported by implicit and/or explicit notions of abuse but I'm convinced there's something more to this hentai thing. At this point in time I can neither confirm or deny whether I have watched more hentai than is recommended by the Surgeon General but, hey, who's counting?

Word, MoFo (An Exclusive Report)

As you will read below, I have a clinical obsession with words. One of the symptoms of this type of "condition" is having random (and at times slightly embarrassing)words pop into my head where they then make themselves at home in the cushy folds of my gray matter. And these little parasites are not content to just bob around in my brain brine- no sir, they DEMAND to be recognized, verbalized and, at times, written down...many times. So, with that little admission of insanity, I plan to post these insistent little letter leeches as they assault me with the hope that being made famous via my most distinguished blog they might let me sleep at night.

Today's Word, brought to you in part by the play dough I made today, is:

NECROMANCER

Main Entry: nec·ro·man·cy
Pronunciation: \ˈne-krə-ˌman(t)-sē\
Function: noun
Etymology: alteration of Middle English nigromancie, from Anglo-French, from Medieval Latin nigromantia, by folk etymology from Late Latin necromantia, from Late Greek nekromanteia, from Greek nekr- + -manteia -mancy
Date: 1522

1 : conjuration of the spirits of the dead for purposes of magically revealing the future or influencing the course of events
2 : magic, sorcery

Beats the shit out of me why that word has been lodged in my noodle but what can ya do?
P.S. You were right, Chris. Nerd!

Some unclear clarifications

Dirty Assertions

It starts with some unclear clarifications.

Synonyms: unclean, filthy, grimy, grubby, soiled, foul, sullied, polluted.

Synonyms: declaration, statement, claim, allegation, contention, affirmation.

I have an almost sick obsession with words. I have a running list of words that are not to be uttered in my presence- words that upon hearing them make me shriek with disgust. My childish outburst is usually followed by a vicious death threat directed at the verbal offender.