“The Great Pleasure In Life Is Doing What People Say You Cannot Do.” –WILLIAM BAGEHOT

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Fighting Physical Cravings: How Does One Do It???

Sooo…

…How Does One…

…How Do YOU Fight Those Cravings Of The Flesh???

How Do You Not Feel Affectionate…

…Nor Aroused…

…Nor Just Plain Horny, When You See Certain Parts Of Your Lover That GREATLY Turn-You-On???

I Don’t Even Mean This In A Dirty Way.

Not Really.

The Blade Of Their Hip–Bone, Slightly Sticking–Out, Lightly Exposed, While You‘re Laying Together.

(((That's MY FAVORITE, By The Way.)))

Or, The Curve Of Their Neck Into Their Naked Shoulder.

Or, Their Amazingly Clear And Beautiful Eyes, After Removing Their Wiry–Glasses.

I Sincerely Can’t Help Myself In The Presence Of These Things.

Strange, But Wonderful, Sensations Flood My Mind And Body.

I Want To Trace, And Lightly Tongue, That Hip–Blade.

I Want To Nibble And Nite And Kiss The Neck, The Curve, And The Naked Shoulder.

I Want To Stare Into Those Eyes Allllll–Night–Long…

…And Into The Following Morning.

THE SPARK…

…My Muse…

…My Lust…

…My Love…

…My Desire…

…Makes Me Burn.

Not With Anything Bad.

No.

Well, Not Really.

But, I Do Burn.

I Burn With WANT And NEED.

How Does One, In The End, Fight Against WANT And NEED???

I Can't.

The Song Stuck In My Head: “DAMAGED PEOPLE” by DEPECHE MODE (2005)

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“We‘re Damaged People…

…Drawn Together…

…By Subtleties That We Are Not Aware Of…”

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“…Disturbed Souls…

…Playing Out Forever…

…These Games The We Once Thought We Would Be Scared Of…”

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“…When You‘re In My Arms…

…The World Makes Sense…

…There Is No Pretense…

…And You‘re Crying…

…When You‘re By My Side…

…There Is No Defense…

…I Forget To Sense…

…I‘m Dying…”

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“…We‘re Damaged People…

…Praying For Something…

…That Doesn‘t Come From Somewhere Deep Inside Us…”

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“…Depraved Souls…

…Trusting In The One Thing…

…The One Thing That This Life Has Not Denied Us…”

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“DAMAGED PEOPLE“

by DEPECHE MODE

…Is A Truly Skipped-Over AND Underrated Jam, My Peeps.

Truly AND Honestly.

It’s Very Odd.

It’s Very Quirky.

It’s Dark AND Brooding.

Yet, All The While, It Remains A Beautiful Song.

Period.

This Is Actually One Of My Favorite Songs From The Album “PLAYING THE ANGEL“…

…An Album Jammed With Favorites.

“PLAYING THE ANGEL” Was Released In 2005, With Most Reviews Saying This Particular Song Was One Of The Drags Of The Album.

People Just Didn’t Warm-Up-To-It Like I Sincerely Felt They Should.

Me?

I Loved The Entire Album, Including The  Song “DAMAGED PEOPLE“, And I’m Quite Unsure Just How Many Times I’ve Listened To It.

It’s A Song That Gets My Brain AND Heart Churning AND Burning Overtime.

At This Moment, This Song Is Locked Into My Mind.

I’ve Been Listening To It The Bulk Of The Morning, And That Sincerely Prompted This Post.

Honestly, I’m Not So Sure What To Say.

I Have Something Written On Paper, But I’m Slowly Realizing I Don’t Really Think I Should Say To Y’all Everything It Actually Says.

I Think I Made It TOOOOOO Personal.

Just Know This, My Peeps…

…I’m Dedicating This Post To Someone.

The Other Inspiration For This Bloggin’ing.

THE SPARK.

Everyone, Whom Works In A Creative Field, MUST Have A SPARK.

Period.

A Muse, If You Will.

Something/Someone That Inspires You.

Something/Someone That Makes You Want To Work.

Something/Someone That Brings You Great Joy In Life.

I Have One.

You (likely) Have One.

So, Tell Me, My Peeps…

…WHAT/WHO INSPIRES YOU???

WHAT/WHO MAKES YOU WANT TO WORK???

WHAT/WHO BRINGS YOU GREAT JOY IN LIFE???

Please Let Me Know, My Peeps.

To Say I’m Curious Is An Epic Understatement.

I Want To Know What Makes You Feel Like Doing This Kind Of Thing, Or Any Kind Of Thing, Regardless Of What It Is.

I Know What Makes Me Happy.

I Know What Makes Me Sad.

I Know What Inspires Me.

I Know What Makes Me Keep Coming Back For More.

So, What Does It For YOU, My Peeps???

Anything???

Anything At All???

There MUST Be SOMETHING???

Right???

RIGHT!!!

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I’ve Been Putting Pen-To-Paper So Much…

…I’ve Nearly Lost Myself Here.

I Don’t Mean To Neglect Y’all, My Peeps, But I’ve Been Trying To Take Things In A Whole New Direction.

New For Me.

New For You.

New For Us.

My Fire…

…My Drive…

…My Want…

…My Need…

…My Desire…

…They’re All Returning.

Returning Harder And Faster Than I’d Honestly Known Was Even Possible.

I Was Burning-Out.

The Fire Had Seriously Dimmed.

It Felt Choked.

Smothered.

Almost Strangled Out Of Existence.

And Then It Happened.

The Spark Came Into My Life, And It’s Not Letting Me Go…

…I’m Not Letting It Go.

The Fire Is Burning Hotter And Brighter Than It Has In Forever.

Things Are Changing.

Inside And Out, They’re Are Changing.

And I’m Loving It.

I’m Loving Every Bit Of It.

Am I Setting Myself Up For Failure?

Maybe.

I Don’t Really Care.

No Risk, No Reward.

Right???

RIGHT!!!

Soon, You’re All Going To Start Noticing The Transitions I’m Working-Out.

You’re Going To Hear Me Talk A Lot About The “Clean Slate“ And How It Can Literally Mean Everything.

I Wanted Nothing More Than A “Clean Slate“…

…A “Fresh Start“…

…A “New Beginning“…

…However You Wanna Put It.

Now, I’m Getting That Chance.

I’m Making That Chance.

I’m Taking That Chance.

It’s Mine.

All I Have To Do Is Own It.

And, Own It, I Shall.

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And Now, For Your Listening Pleasure, The Song That Totally Says Everything I Need It To Say Right This Moment…

“INSIGHT“

by DEPECHE MODE

…From Their 1997 Album “ULTRA” !!!

Enjoy It, My Peeps.

You Already Know I Do…

…I Am…

…I Will.

Always And Forever, I Will.

I’ve Given You An Insight Into MY Life…

…I Just Hope To Reward Your Loving Patience.

Later On, My Peeps.

We’ll Be Talking More VERY Soon!!!

Holy Hell I’m Tired… …But I Want To Write.

The Days Continue To Seem Longer And Longer.

I Can’t Sleep.

I Can’t Properly Express Myself.

In Day To Day Life, My People Skills Are Failing…

…Though I Never Really Had Any To Begin With.

I Can Talk Myself A Blue Streak, But I Just Don’t Seem To Make Sense.

Nor Do I Honestly Ever, The Bulk Of The Time.

I Continue To Flounder In An Endless Circle.

I Simply Don’t Understand Myself A Lot Of The Time.

Why Must I Just Tinker And Putter With Things I Find Important?

I Want To Write.

Write Like I Used To.

Like I Liked To.

Reckless-Abandoned In Full-Force-Mode.

The Rest Be Damned, Ya Know?!

I’m Just Thinking Toooo Much.

Therefore, I Feel Like I Accomplish Very Little.

It Just Doesn’t Look Right.

It Just Doesn’t Feel Right.

When I Read Things Aloud, They Just Don’t Say What I’m Wanting It To Really Say.

Like Really REALLY Say.

SO…

…I’m Going To Re-Start Something That I Used To Do Constantly.

I’m Going To Start Keeping A Journal Again.

I Feel I Must.

When You Can’t Stop Thinking, You Eventually Realize That’s No Way To Think At All, Fo SHO.

Everything Gets Muddled.

You Have To Just Put It ALL Down.

Pen To Paper.

If I Don’t…

…Well…

…Hmm…

…I Don’t Know.

So, What Do I Know?

I Do Know I’ll Never Say Everything Exactly Right.

I Do Know Most Things Lose Something With Repeats.

I Do Know “STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE“ Is Honestly The Superior “TREK“ Series, Though “STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION“ Will Always Be My Favorite.

I Do Know At One Point I Wanted To Have BURT REYNOLDS‘ Baby.

I Do Know I’m A Total Hack At Most Things In Life.

What Else Do I Know?!

In The Words Of Mr. GROUCHO MARX…

“…And East Is East, And West Is West, And If You Take Cranberries And Stew Them Like Applesauce It Tastes Much More Like Prunes Than Rhubarb Does…”

Everybody Got That?!?

GOOD!!!

‘Cause I Sure As Shit Don’t!!!

I Just Want To Write.

And Now…

…As I Sit Here, Writing In The Dark…

…I’ve Just Written Myself Into Another Circle.

DAMMIT.

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I Want To Write… …I Need To Write.

I Feel Most Comfortable With My Pen In My Hand…

…And Plenty Of Paper To Write Upon.

I Like To Type-Up My Work, Sure, But I Sincerely Prefer Putting Pen To Paper.

I’m More Comfortable That Way.

My Handwriting Is Unique Enough That Only I Totally Understand It All.

So It Feels So Much More Personal To Me.

Are You Like That?

Is Anyone Like That?

Anyone?

How Many Of You Are Far More Comfortable That Way?

I Think Better That Way.

I Can More Completely Construct My Thoughts.

I Think I’ve Just Lost My Focus.

I’ve Lost My Drive.

My Determination.

My Personal Purpose.

I Write Sometimes Just For The Sake Of Writing.

I Write Sometimes Because I Sincerely Have Something To Say.

Sometimes, It’s Meaningless.

Sometimes, It Means Everything.

Sometimes, I Pray That Someone Will Read What I Write.

Sometimes, I Don’t Give A Shit If Anyone Reads Any Of It.

Sometimes, It’s All For You.

Sometimes, It’s All For Me.

Sometimes, It’s All For Us.

And Sometimes, I Just Don’t Know Who/What I’m Writing For At All.

Do You?

No, Of Course Not.

You’re Not Me.

How Could You Know Why I Do As I Do?

Exactly.

Everyone’s Different.

Everyone Does Everything For A Different Reason.

Well…

…Okay…

…Sometimes We All Do As We Do For The Exact Same Reason.

I Acknowledge That.

But For The Most Part…

…We’re All Doing What We’re Doing For Our Own Reasons.

I Just Wish I Could Get My Thoughts Straight.

I Wish I Could Stop Thinking In Seemingly Endless Circles.

It’s Maddening, Honestly.

But, When It’s All Said And Done, I Come Back To My Writing.

It’s The One Thing I Have That I Can Truly Call My Own.

Well…

…Okay…

…My Writing AND My Mistakes.

Both Are My Own.

Perhaps That’s Why I Combine Them So Often.

Nothing Feels More Mine Than Writing About My Mistakes.

I’ve Made Some Whoppers, That’s Fo SHO.

But Everyone Has.

Whoppers Abound, I Know.

When I Make One, I Almost Immediately Break Out The Pen And Paper.

I Try To Put My Thoughts Together.

I Try To Make Sense Of What Happened…

…Of What I Did Wrong THIS TIME.

Sometimes, It Helps Like Nothing Else.

Sometimes, It Only Makes It Worse Once I Realize Exactly Where I Went Wrong.

I’m A Mental And Emotional Dweller.

And Today, I’m Dwelling.

I’m Dwelling HARD.

So…

…I’m Writing.

Trying To Make Sense Of Things.

Thus Far…

…It’s Not Helping.

Not YET, At Least.

Give Me Time.

I’ll Get It All Worked Out.

With Pen In Hand…

…I’ll Get It All Worked Out.

I Hope.

I Hope.