06/29/05

I was digging a hole with my bare hands – through foundation, soil, and mud. And a dark presence seeped into the hole, like oil, but it was evil (for lack of a better word). And I couldn’t get it off of my hands, and it was splashing on the walls, and was going to seep into my house. Frantic, I woke up.

06/27/05

I don’t know who you are, but you wake me from my slumber. Above me, you smile – a gentle, knowing smile. You never speak or gesture; just hover there, your hair blowing in an ethereal breeze. I bet you were a beautiful woman, because you are a lovely spectre.

06/27/05

Where on – no, I mean IN – a living body can information be stored? Consider bytes and chips of information obsolete. That risks setting off metal detectors. But good, old-fashioned paper documentation. A human courier pigeon. Non-detectable by x-ray or metal detectors, and even a cavity search. Perhaps the perfect candidate is someone missing an organ (spleen, kidney, or gall bladder). They already have an empty space. You can attempt to create a small cavity in an arm, thigh, buttocks, or abdomen, but the major risk is cutting through nerve masses. Wouldn’t want to render the courier helpless, now would we? So, we should be agreed that candidates either already have certain organs removed, or we do it for them. Gentleman of the Board, our medical and scientific staff are in the process of engineering the biological canister that will house the documentation. There appears to be a minor setback of the host body rejected the capsule as an invasive foreign body; however, we may be able to harness the advances in stem cell research and cloning to create the capsule using the host’s own tissue; therefore eliminating the foreign body dilemma. With your continued support, within the course of a year, we could change the face of espionage, sway wars, and secure alliances – to the highest bidder, of course. Thank you for your time, gentleman, and we look forward to the Board’s approval.

06/26/05

I will reclaim my throne of bone, and blood rivers shall echo throughout my chamber.

06/15/05

Erotic thoughts dance in my head, invading my concentration and playing nasty little games with my libido. Throughout the day, I’m taunted and teased by my own desires, until finally he is home. A kiss – hot, passionate, desperate. Mad wrenching of clothes, and then flesh against flesh. Salt and sweat mingle into a pool of bliss. A coupling wrought from hot desire and longing. A sweet end to a day of self-torment and bridled needs.