Withhold your cautious judgement...

I like browsing through other peoples blogs.
They give me wonderful ideas for my own, like the clock, shoutbox, links and site-meter.

Occasionally i browse through their content, but usually im tech-spec searching ;p

Today however, i came across a weird poetry blog; some weird white guy and his... somewhat cold, grim sexual darkness. heres an example:

"....GRaiL
I'm on my back,
her throat is raw.

There is no codeword.
There is no safe word.

She spits
and
wipes her mouth.
Like a fighter in between rounds.

The telephone rings at least on1e hundred times.
I can look at her for hours and hours.

She takes a drink
,spits on me,
and puts it back into her mouth
with her eyes open...."

could it just be two people [with bad spitting habits] having a dinner conversation, ignoring the telephone... talking and talking for hours; so much so that the guy got tired and lay on his back, and the girl talked so much that her throat was raw?

Or, you might think "well this guy watches a few too many porn movies aye" but, that is just the way he is. Those are the cards that he has be dealt, swapped and passed, creating a completely different reality to that of our own. Or maybe even to some; something all too familiar.

Respect that.

Do i know what im talking about? who the heck knows. People are different, and so long as you dont hurt me, i will have no reason to stick a kung-fu kick into the side of your eye-socket.

If you want to see more of this guys poetry, check out his blog here:
http://seansinn.blogspot.com/

...wow, you really can express anything you want in these blog things... i sound like a total egg ;p