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To Mime, is to interact without Speech, and without Voice. Communication, by non-verbal means. The Mime fills the space around him/her with his/her radiant Lifeforce, and makes himself/herself Vulnerable before his/her Subjects, or Audience, by the exaggeration his/her own insecurities and vulnerabilities for comedic effect. Vulnerabilities thus exposed, the Subjects and/or Audience of the Mime, out of Curiosity, are drawn ever closer to the Mime, and the physical space immediately around the Mime, becomes,...Center Stage. The Mime exposes his/her own vulnerabilities, and that in turn, will siphon forth the insecurities and vulnerabilities of the Subjects and Audience. With decreasing physical proximity between the Mime and the Subjects, the parties involved will grow ever more exposed, and more vulnerable before each other. ### A skilled Mime is able to pull the strings of his/her Subjects, and control them as if they are Puppets. Super-exposed, but still confident and in full...

Her Well-Shaped, Toned, But Distinctly, Soff-Tou-Thuh-Touch, Back. Little K, Sexy Back. She Sounds Hot. Yes, She Is. She Is Like A Book, That I Just Can Not Put Down. Hawt. Sexy Puma Back. As I Brushed Against, And Slightly Depressed, The Landing Strip, Where Her Obliques End, Near Her Spine. I Wanna Hold Her Obliques. I Wanna Rest, My Warm Strangler Hands, Over Her Abdomen, And Massage Her, Right Thare. I Wanna Pin Her Arms, Behind Her Back, So Subtly, So Assertively, Yet Also So Gingerly, And Run My Chin, Along Her Spine, Taking In Her Scent, And Smooth Lines, As I Shall Hold, In My Hands, Her Little Forearms, And Her Little Hands. I Wanna So Delicately, Ascend, To Her Trapezius Muscles, Soft Lines, Smooth Curves, And Pinch Her, Massage Her, Right, Thare. She Sounds Hot. Yeah She Is. Little K.

Fear. Is The Path, To The Dark Side. Fear. Leads, To Anger. Anger. Leads, To Hatred. Hatred. Leads, To Suffering. Righteous Path. Path Less Traveled. Chasm. May The Almighty God Within, Illuminate My Intellect, To Lead Me Along, The Righteous Path. Righteous Path. Path Less Traveled. Unpaved. Unmarked. Untamed. Untrodden. Darkness. Shadows. And Light. Filtering. Trickling Through. Refuge. Asylum. Trust In You Everlasting, Oh Alkonost, Do I Hold. Cover My Eyes, And Lead Me Forth, On Your Own Accord. In Your Footsteps, In Your Gentle Wake, By The Delicate Whisper Of Your Voice, Will I Find My Way. Path Untrodden. But Your Quiet Touch, Leads Me Firmly, Yet Softly, Along The Way. She, Who Illuminates My Intellect, To Lead Me Along, The Righteous Path. And So, Along The Way, Do I Follow. Mellow Voice. Firm Hands. And Delicate Touch. Towards P...

Anointed. She, Who Manifests Before Me, In My Dreams. The Alkonost. She Plays The Harp. She Does Not Speak. But Through Her Harp, She Sings. She Is, The Earth Around Me. The Trees, That Tower Above Me. The Wind, That So Delicately Blows Through My Hair. She Is, The Paradise Around Me. Guardian, Of The Pristine, Remote, Virgin Frontier. She Does Not Speak. But She Sits Before Me, And Plays Her Harp. So Elegantly, With Long, Shapely Fingers. Sitting Before Her, Behind The Towering Stone Walls Of My Castle, I Can Feel Her Every. Cycle Of Breath. Long. Slow. And Deep. As She Sings With Her Harp, And Channels The Power Of Souls, Into A New God. The Most Beautiful Voice, That I Have Ever Heard. Ushered And Welcomed, Into This Peaceful Calm. My Paradise, My Place Of Rest, Is Her Paradise. Sanctified Is She. Alkonost. #################### http://www.metal-archives....

A particular female team-mate, with whom I worked for the past month. Per her request, I will make her name known here, for The Entire World to see. Becca. The Stuff Of Dreams. I can not stop thinking about Her; Her last day with us was Sunday, Jul-05; But even so, I continue to think about Her, every day, throughout the day. She is,...The Stuff Of Dreams. The Energy that she radiates when she enters the room, I simply,... can not resist. Hot Shot. Smokin Aces. Big Bad Rock Star. She is what we all know,...as Sass. I can not get enough. Bring Out Thuh Paddle. I'm Reddy. Her mere presence Rocks Mai World, and makes me feel so very tingly on the inside, and I simply can not resist,...The Energy that she radiates. Distinctly sassy. And vocal too. But between spells of Sass, she exudes this quiet, Doll-Like Essence, that I think is the greatest thing ever. Yes, loud at times, and not afraid to project herself into th...

She painted fire across the skyline. High above the skyline. The canopy. The skyline is burning. She painted fire across the skyline. Breathing. Pulsing. Engulfed In Flames. The forest is ablaze. My home. My refuge. My asylum. Smoking Pines. The City Is Burning. Fire. Ablaze. Scorching. I can hear nothing. Except for the blistering roar, of the fire. Burning. Pillaging. Sacked. Looted. Scorching. Raging. Ravaged. Towering Above Me. The City Is Burning. Incense burns now, and she holds my hand. The Oracle. Her hands, around my wrists. Shaking. Breathing. The City Is Burning. That Is Okay. You Are Here With Me. Flashing like The Silverhammer, before my very eyes. The forest. My refuge. My asylum. The City Is Burning. Scorching heat against my face. I can feel, Nothing. I have nothing left to give. I have nothing left to yield. Empty, like the shells of Brick, th...

I am so,...severely,...Independent and Efficient. Severely. I am so,...fucking,...SEVERE. And,... I have an Incurable Sweet Tooth,... for Oozing Eroticism,... and Gushing Sexual Drive. Her Ass,...Will Sooooooooooo Be *Mine*. Thuh She-Wolf. She will finish her work for the day in Thuh LSD Office. And that is when I will so softly click-open Thuh Door, and step into her Office. Sitting There, Ihn Thuh LSD Chair. Right after Closing, will be etched into her Booking Portfolio,... my Name. The Coveted Sirin, Leading Me Ever Closer. I Can Not See. I Am Blinded. But I Can Hear Her Mesmerizing, Ethereal Song. Upon Raging Waves. Towards Rocky Shores. The Numinous Alkonost Flies Overhead. Her Enchanting Voice. I Can Not See. I Can Not Move. Blinded By Her Voice, So Beautiful And Magnetic. Drop The Anchor. Drop The Anchor. I Can Hear Nothing, And Remember Nothing, Except For Her Voice. Relieved Of My S...

Smooth. And Virile. Powerful. Her presence, influences The Tides. Her Fingers And her Gaze, Are like The Wind That passes through the thick canopy Of The Vast, Mountainous, Titan Forest. Her straight hair, blows in The Wind; Steadfast, She is the master, of her own domain. My Master, Oh Satan. She stands alone, And she walks alone. But I hold the immense Inner Strength, And the undeniable Inner Courage, To approach her Without hesitation, On my own free will. Dark, short straight hair Not any longer than shoulder-length. And no shorter than chin length. She ties her hair back in a bandanna. From The Land, does she come. And off of The Land, does she live. She dresses in dark, earthy, neutral colors. Expressionless at first glance. But she is Fearless, and Peerless, as I am too. Expressionless and Silent, At first glance to most. And most run away in fear, Because The Wolf is not afraid To use her Tee...

I search for The Right Female Partner, a She-Wolf, who will Answer My Prayers. I am an Outlier, a Survivor. I am Fierce. I am Feral, and Untamed. I am Rugged, and Hell-Bent. I am Hostile, Territorial, and Distant. She need not be so Hardened. She need not be. Ruggedness may be cultivated, with Practice and Dedication. All that I ask, is that She be Brave, and Patient. I have been Solitary for my whole life, very slow to place my Trust in anyone, shutting everyone out. The Goalie Box Mentality. But I am learning, gradually so, and sometimes painstakingly so, how to let go of These Chains, and let others into my Goalie Box. All that I ask, is that She be Brave, and Patient. She need not approach me right away, for I am Unapproachable. She need not make herself known, for I will innately sense and know of, Her Presence. On The Crag Yonder, I will see Her standing, watching me, when the sun is just so in the late-afternoon sky. A few days later,...

Yes. I am a Wolf, and I search for,...another Wolf. A Female Wolf. A BDSM-Centric Relationship. She, who will become my very own,...Secretary. She will tend to my,...Bookings. Like The Wolf,...I will be able to Watch Her,...whenever. And She will have the freedom, to invite Me,...into Her Office,...whenever. Thuh LSD Office. "....Come And Sit Down Here,...Right Next To Me.... ...In Thuh Chair Here,... Which I Kept Warm,...Just For You,... Just For Us.... ...I Have Something To Show You...." Between Thuh Sheets,...Ohv A4 Paper. A Female Wolf. Sparse Of Words. Watching. Tracking. A Female Wolf. Ravenous. Insatiable. Full Of Lust. Invite-Only. I'm Invited. Sometimes, I will sit at Her Desk, in Thuh LSD Office,... and she will step into The Room. Coming in closely, and sitting on the armrest of Thuh LSD Chair, right next to Me, brushing right up against Me,... Bum,... and Torso,... She will lean ...

She is always either gazing outward, silently, or smiling ever so subtly and alluringly. But always afar. Yonder. She has opened up to Me, very subtly but noticeably so. In the months previous, she showed no emotion before me or in my presence. Just like Overseas, just like The Non-Civilian Me. Sometimes, like The Ground-Zero Me. Her presence used to be ominous, and her eyes and much of her face, used to always be in dark or shadow. Under the unspoken assumption, that this all-encompassing distance between She and I, would always remain. Raging Fire. Empty Shell. Scorched Bricks. Tattered Flag. The Ground Zero Me. But she has changed, or rather, evolved, gradually so, as I have too. What I see now, is a rural house. A country house. Quiet. Spring-time. With the birds so delicately audible. The leaves on the trees, fresh and green, swaying in The Placid Spring Breeze, which permeates inward through the open window, along with The Soft, Gentle Sunl...

Son Of The Wolf. Bestial Lust. Carnal Hunger. Tooth. And Nail. Atoll. Storm Of Damnation. Boat. And Anchor. White Sand. Tsunami. Windswept. Barren. Blinding. Splintered Planks. My Rock. My Fortress. My Anchor.