Eye on the the TV
'Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be, like...
"Killed by the husband"
"Drowned by the ocean"
"Shot by his own son"
"She used a poison in his tea, and kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies

Don't look at me like I am a monster
Frown out your one face, but with the other
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child, watches him die
Hands to the sky crying, "Why, oh why?"

Cause I need to watch things die...from a distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
Will write as the story's told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die...from a good safe distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same, so...

Why can't we just admit it?

 

Goodness I miss good music.

 

Do I need any bread and milk.

 

I do!!

 

What is an optimous, someone who isn't continues to deny the truth out of insecurity and fear.

My current thought: How I want to die lol

 

I am grateful I don't feel that way

 

I wonder to be an active memerber to this gret forum

 

Well, that was a hot scene...the girl tied to the tree with her arms behind and the guy was fucking her while holding her up..it looked like a Ponderosa Pine.

 

I love Lioness' sig.

 

i am horney

 

Sooo - I took the Smackeroo to the *travelling* fair (in my hometown, no less) today. He 'really, really' wanted to go - what was I going to say? No? Not bloody likely - not with the row that would have ensued, with me being 'the world's worst mummy' and words to that effect!!

Now, I remember when I was a lass in short pants, and eating my daily ration of Hovis, how, when the fair came to town, it was something to excite even the most sociopathic of people!! We'd hoard (whore?) down there on a Saturday afternoon, laugh at the drunks that lurched about before they ever went on a ride, and the gangs of youths that would go just for a 'face off', and end up brawling before the fair folk issued their own style of justice, turfing them off the premises with a couple of extra bruises, black eyes *and, as in the case of one 'beatdown' I witnessed*, a broken limb. And of course, there were the gangs of teenage girls, all dressed really inappropriately, shirt skirts, tight tops, with an inch thick layer of makeup (usually all smoking their - our - heads off and taking sips from 'Panda Pop' bottles, filled with vodka, cider or gin).

However, when we arrived at the 'showground' today, there were two bobbies on duty at the entrance (this is new, too - fencing around the whole area!!), and signs stating 'no alcohol allowed' and 'no smoking on the wooden platforms').

Now, when I was one of the groups of girls that showed up at the fairground 'way back when', we would flirt outrageously with the 'dirty and unkempt males' that would spin the cars on the waltzers, and flirt just as outrageously on every other ride!! Cries of 'You wanna go faster?' were ALL, without exception, directed toward these groups of hormone-awakening females!!

Is it any wonder then, that I was thinking a trip to the fairground wouldn't be such a total washout for me? That I could eye up the young stallions while Smackeroo was twirled, jiggled, and juddered on rides you couldn't pay ME to go on these days?

While I was waiting for one ride to finish, I silently regarded the males. OLD MEN!! With little to no hair, beer belly paunches and... and... CLEAN CLOTHES!! No oil or grease or a two-day layer of muck on their faces OR HANDS!!

Jesus Christ!! The young stallions from my youth have aged!! Thank fuck I didn't run away with any of them

Oh, and just a side note - there were still the obligatory gangs of girls turning up, dressed in short skirts and spiked heels. I'm talking of ones maybe twelve and up - their faces caked in makeup (some things just don't change after all!!) But, to my horror, I found myself TUTTING at the way they were dressed while thinking 'not in my day'!! Mind you, I do pity them, kind of. They'd got dressed up for the aging *badly* males who were the only evident, apart from the guy manning the 'shoot'em' football stall, who looked like some escapee from a high security prison. Not that anyone was paying him any attention, of course - his 'attraction' remained unvisted every time I noticed it!! NO crowds of giggling teenage girls even glanced his way - or crowds of giggling teenage boys either, come to think of it!!

//end random thought

 

I can't wait to wear this most bodacious pumps I just bought.
Now to find a red dress for them to go with.
Vixen on a mission.

 

Why are Sundays so boring?

 

Valueing my US comic collection....do I sell them off or wait until the prices go up? But what if they fall??

Do I read them again? happy memories...Batman, The Joker, X-men...Silver Surfer...happy days....

 

So the doctor tried to kill me today. Nice one, doc.

 

no fair

 

Some things, and some people become more beautiful as they age.

 

think i will have the chicken

 

mmmmmm pickle