New Art By Tigress

I guess the best way to showcase a few works at a time would be a slideshow...though I don't think the small size of the slideshow really does them justice...if you'd like to see the full size version of any of them, let me know or you can check them out at my DeviantArt spot...(There's a link over to your left in the sidebar orrrr right here Tigress's DeviantArt Spot ). Enjoy!

Fired Up

Glass of wine. Check. Laptop. Check. Enough raw emotion spilling forth that I NEED to sit down and rant for a minute. Check. So let me just go ahead and warn you now, Tigress is about to vent...I'm posting it in a blog so that you can freely decide "I don't wanna hear that shit" and close the window now if you so choose.

I guess first of all I need to fill you in a little bit on the dynamics of my family structure. I live next door to my mother, with my girlfriend of ten years, our houses are actually semi-connected with an open walkway between them. My mother lives with my older sister (sister is three years older than me), my niece and my oldest nephew, (which my mother has had full custody of since they were both infants) and also my youngest nephew (whom my older sister IS actually raising, he'll be two in September). Confused enough already? Just wait.

I live next door to my mother for two reasons. The first is that she is not in the best of health and though my oldest sister lives with her, *I* am the responsible one, so when anything happens, I'm the one that has to handle it. I've helped my mother through a hip replacement, a knee replacement, two heart stints, a quadruple bypass, and countless stays in the hospital. The second reason is that she is on a fixed income and because she actually owns the house I live in, we pay "rent" to her, which is effectively...half of all of her bills, so that helps her out.

Not only do we pay rent...it is also I that does virtually any repair or upkeep. Cutting the grass, replacing steps, painting, taking care of the way too damn big swimming pool, hell replacing the entire fucking corner of my house because faulty gutters had caused it to rot, (hand rearing 4 suprise baby bunnies). Yeah. I did that. And that's just a drop in the bucket.

But my mother is so ungrateful. She doesn't give me credit for a damn thing I have ever done in my life. ::taking another sip as the tears well up and impair my typing ability for a moment::

She doesn't realize that effectively, my whole life has been on hold for the past 6 years, because my priority has been to try to take care of her. She was the one that took care of my great grandmother, my grandmother, and my great aunt during their last years/months...I was her backup even then, the one to be there and help her. So I guess you can say that I was just raised to believe that when your loved ones need you, you're there. Regardless of how much it cramps your own lifestyle. Family comes first.

So, she's bitching about some things that need to be repaired right now...I have told her, not only does it take money...I do not have the skill set to fix EVERYTHING...for instance, I can pull up your damn toilet, replace your wax ring, and hook the toilet back up (add that to the list of things I've done). But I'm not a fucking plumber. There are busted pipes leaking into our yard right now that I can *not* fix...I've told her we need a plumber for that, instead she buys a trampoline. I told her no one had the money to put into that gigantic pool this year...she filled it up anyway, now the filter is broken, the water is turning green and a cracked piece of pipe is all that's keeping all 33,000 gallons from draining into the neighbors yard. (I think I can fix that though..but she's gonna keep pushing me with her ungrateful attitude and I'm telling you...I'm just gonna slip right on into the "fuck it" stage).

Needless to say, *I*...the ever responsible daughter, have been telling her she needs to get her priorities straight. I told her the house was falling apart. Her response was "I shouldn't have to take care of everything". Fucking what?! Did I just hear you right? I said to her "Is it somehow my job to finanacially take care of this house until your death, is it not enough that I do all the labor, that I've saved you countless thousands?". To which her response was "I hope the whole fuckin' thing burns down!". Fucking what?! Did I just hear you right? You just wished your house would burn down, knowing that is the home of three of your grandchildren...This is when I started crying and told her she had to be one of the most insensitive people I've ever known. Then I told her, perhaps all her fucking negativity draws negativity right to her. Told her that the universe was listening, keep talking shit. That's just the jist of it, we argued over things she likes to throw at me that aren't even closely relevant to the issue at hand.

Don't get me wrong...I love my mother. Dearly. It was just a little over two weeks ago she was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance...and I was honestly scared out of my mind. ::fighting back another well of emotion:: But what can I do when I *know* she needs me, but I might as well be fucking invisible...because that's how much my opinion (or my common sense) counts? What can I do, when I long for a little freedom of my own, but there are bigger responsibilities that need to be taken care of? What can I do when she purposely, willfully hurts me--for seemingly no reason, despite all I've done? I don't know. All I know is that my "heart" tells me I should be here...but being here causes me a little heart trouble of my own...and sometimes, I just feel broken.

3 Things

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Three things that scare me:
1:	Losing a loved one
2:	Heights
3:	Violent Storms
Three people who make me laugh:
1:	Margaret Cho
2:	Carlos Mencia
3:	Kat Williams
Three Things I love:
1:	My family
2:	My animals
3:	Writing
Three Things I hate:
1:	Being lied to
2:	People that can't drive
3:	The smell of parmesan cheese
Three things I don't understand:
1:	War
2:	Politicians
3:	Racism
Three things on my desk:
1:	Pens
2:	Pepsi
3:	Camera
Three things I'm doing right now:
1:	Filling out this survey
2:	Watching TV (European Vacation)
3:	Greening my aura
Three things I want to do before I die:
1:	I want to own a new age holistic/spirituality center. (One day)
2:	I want to do some extensive traveling, exploring, leisurely touring of the world.
3:	Publish a book
Three things I can do:
1:	Digital Art
2:	Play the djembe
3:	Web design
Three ways to describe my personality:
1:	Demanding
2:	Playful
3:	Protective
Three things I can't do:
1:	I can't whistle very well (sometimes I can, sometimes I can't...it's the wierdest thing.)
2:	I can't do anything mechanically with cars (except check the fluids and pump gas) Yeah, I know that's not very butch of me lol
3:	I can cook, but I can't *bake* worth a damn. Muffins, cakes, breads...are fire hazards when left to my charge.
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Whispers

Your voice shivers through me

Like breezes shaking time-worn boughs

And I can't resist that ancient call

Slide your whispers along my skin

Let them sink deep as bone

Breathe my name,

A fervant, sighing psalm

And I will lift my face to your sun

And unfurl my limbs

Singing like new leaves

Dancing in the warm winds of Spring.

Painting Life Into Her

I was bored tonight--so I decided to do a little digital painting. The original is first--the second one is my version. I really enjoyed doing this one, I think it turned out ah'ight. :)

ORIGINAL

Tigress Version

                                        

The Imprisoned Flame

I wrote this last night, sans electricity, in the midst of a storm. (It's actually storming right now as I post this, but at least I have electricity today, so I'm not going to complain-lest I curse myself into darkness once more).

The power is out. It has been out for almost four hours now. I have candles lit everywhere and the two rooms I can see from my seat here on the couch are awash in a warm orange glow.

So far to entertain myself, I have played the drum, tortured my guitar, watched three episodes of American Dad and one episode of the Squidbillies on my media player. I'm thankful it was charged-my phone wasn't so lucky, it was dead as hell with no way to charge it...so no twitter buddies to share my dark ordeal with. Sickening and frightening, our dependance upon technology. Electricity, phone, internet...granted, I'm addicted to them all. Ah, but technology is a fickle master, lulling you into a false sense of security--prepared to desert you at any time.

As I contemplated this fact, I fell into the trance of watching two candles, side by side. One candle, a small tealight in an aluminum container, meant either for emergencies or for setting into a much nicer container. Small, inexpensive, and simple-you can get a bag of 100 of them for like 4 bucks. The other, a dancing flame within a glass, "king of spades" candle holder.

Staring, mezmerized by the candles, I noticed the small tealight-the candle with it's flame free and uncovered, exposed to all outer elements, was barely moving...it was so still it looked as if it were in a state of suspended animation--it almost didn't seem real. Though I'm quite sure it would singe my flesh if I were to touch it. The other candle, the one in the fancy "king of spades" candle holder, is dancing madly, wildly...like an illuminated prisoner struggling to escape the confines of it's glass prison.

As I watched, I wondered how this could be...that two candles could be right next to each other, and one be so obviously in turmoil as the other remains peacefully still, virtually unmoved. I found it more surprising, almost ironic that it was the sheltered, protected candle that so adamantly wished to escape, each flicker a dance of sheer turbulence as the flame licked the sides of the candle holder.

I couldn't help but to think to myself, that people are alot like these two candles. Give them freedom, allow them to shine and illuminate the world...and they remain at peace. Calm. Still. Unmoved by the winds of change. Confine them, limit them, and their flame struggles to be set free, unable to fully fulfill their purpose to illuminate--to shine--to bring a gentle glow to the world. At the same time, I became aware of how the attributes of these two flames can exist within the same soul. One--calm, serene, open, glowing...the other--caged, violent, flickering back and forth between light and dark, constant struggle to be free of the glass walls that protect us, and at the very same time imprisons us within ourselves.

Is it best for us to stay behind the glass for the sake of shelter? Or is it best to take a chance--that we will not only still burn brightly, but infinitely more beautifully when we risk the exposure, despite our vulnerabilities, to shine beyond the walls?

I think my answer came about an hour ago...when the king of spades candle holder shattered out of nowhere, completely untouched--a tiny explosion of glass, in the floor, all over the countertop on which it sat.

The madly flickering flame had escaped.

Thinking...Thinking...Thinking

I've been reading some deep blogs lately. Beautiful blogs in which people freely bare their souls, sharing their thoughts, their hopes, their fears, their past,their present, and their dreams of the future. You might say "Tigress, that's what all blogs do, that's what they're for". Wrong. Not like this. I connect to these blogs in a way I never have before. I don't know why it's taken me so long to find these blogs or these wonderful, down to earth, real people. I guess I was just looking in the wrong place. (Thank you Twitter, you piss me off sometimes...but you've opened up a whole new world to me, and for that...I still love you).

To those of you that are brave and open enough to do this, I envy you. See, I am one of those that typically hides my emotion beneath a charming smile (unless it's anger, I can sometimes express that emotion far too easily, but I'm working on that). I've always been one to try to handle my shit on my own and I keep my negative emotion's bottled, hidden away--tucked neatly back into that dark space of my soul where no one else can see it...I don't know if it's because deep down I don't want to feel I'm putting a burden upon someone else, or if fear just keeps me from finding the right words, or if it's just trust issues with the world in general.

I can write fiction or fantasy all day long (can't promise it would be good, but I could write it). Ask me to sit down and write a simple paragraph about how I "feel"...and I'd be stumped. Perhaps it's not "stumped" as much as it is so many things would come flooding to the surface at once, it seems it would be impossible to recover one pearl of coherent thought from the tide.

But these blogs have me thinking, deep thoughts. Good and bad. These blogs have not only inspired so much creative expression within me...they have inspired the urge for emotional expression as well, a need to open up. A purging, a cleansing if you will. 

I haven't quite worked up the courage to lay it all on the line yet, but I feel the tide rolling in.

Update: Oh, and I think I'm PMS'ing (look, that's personal...this could be the start of something good) 

Watching A Muse

This post looks amazingly long, but it's actually on two pages in Word. Just a little something--this may just be part 1, I still have some thoughts coming together on this particular story...but I haven't quite made up my mind whether to continue or leave it as is. Any feedback is appreciated. :) 

It was shortly after 10:00 am when I decided it was a beautiful day, and I found myself longing to take a swim. There are days when the condo’s community pool is full of children, and the way I was feeling—I didn’t feel much like dealing with the noise and activity of a lot of children running about so I walked out on the balcony to survey the pool. 

With that thought I looked down at the patio and was surprised to see only one of the sun beds already occupied. Great! It looks like I’m going to have some adult company today. The young woman was oblivious to her surroundings as she lay still in the sunshine whilst reflected flecks of sunlight from the surface of the pool sparked from her oiled body. 

As she lay there I appraised her with my artist's eye. Her, natural, unfettered breasts, surmounted with dark, almost perfectly circular, nipples were obviously heavy and I guessed at a large cupped thirty four inches. Her waist was thin and her stomach flat but she had the flared hips common to women of the region. Her long legs were toned, neither too fat nor too thin…the kind of legs that always caught my attention, legs you dream of having wrapped around you. 

I was tempted to fetch my sketch pad but at that moment she moved slightly, turning her face more fully to the sun, and the small shift was enough to bring instant recognition. The woman was my significantly younger neighbor, Izabel. I knew that she had just had a birthday and was now 23…but she exuded maturity, a confidence, a sexuality that some women so much older than her had yet to master. 

 It now seemed so wrong, standing there watching her, but, as I was about to turn away, she reached blindly for the bottle of sun oil. She held it over her stomach and allowed the dark viscous liquid to trickle slowly onto her skin. When a small pool had formed she started to work it over her body and I was fascinated by the way the combination of her glistening skin and the fall of sunlight emphasized the shape of her different muscle groups. 

I had done some life painting, it was not my subject of choice, but, at that moment, it was almost like seeing the human body for the first time. I continued to watch as her hands moved slowly upwards until she was massaging her breasts and it took a few seconds to dawn on me that her touch was now more delicate. She was no longer working the oil into her skin; instead, her palms seemed to be gliding over the shallow mounds. 

I willed myself to take a step back from the balconies edge but I remained rooted to the spot as I watched her fingertips gradually come together to delicately pinch her nipples. As she did so I felt my own nipples begin to tingle and then stiffen. I drew my robe more tightly around me, unconsciously blaming the slight breeze, but there were other signs which I guiltily tried to ignore.  

For the next couple of minutes I hardly drew breath as I watched her teasing herself. She concentrated on her breasts but, every now and again she moved a hand down to draw lazy circles over her stomach. 

In those minutes I tried to reason with myself. However you looked at it there was no excuse. I should have crept away and respected her privacy but her fingertips were now grazing the waistband of her bikini bottoms and I found myself wondering just how far she would go. I suppose I was envious of her free spirit, the brazen, risqué way she touched herself, completely ignoring the likelihood of getting caught. I could never have touched myself in that way in such an open space even if I believed, as she no doubt did, that no one else was around.  

As I continued to watch she arched her back slightly and held her stomach in. This created a slight gap where her bikini hugged her waist and her fingers, as though surprised at finding this opening, began a tentative exploration. 

I watched as the back of her fingers bulged the blue satiny crotch and it was almost as if I could feel the touch on my own body. The temptation to slip my hand into my robe was almost overwhelming but that was a step too far even in my current reckless mood. 

Her hand moved lower and I caught the briefest glimpse of her mound before the elasticated waistband trapped her wrist. Her movements were lazy, unhurried, as she stroked her oiled fingertips over her mound and I could hear the coursing of my blood in my eardrums as I stood unnaturally still in a silence broken only by the courting of insects. 

I must have been there for more than ten minutes as she continued to maintain an easy rhythm and I wondered just how far she would take it. It would have been easy to believe that she was falling asleep, so languid were her movements, but then, at last, she gently arched her back and shivered into a long, lazy, orgasm. 

When it was over her body relaxed once more and I was forced to retreat in haste as her head lolled towards me. 

I found that I was breathing quickly and I wanted nothing more than to bring myself the same pleasure that I had just witnessed but my guilt won out and I disciplined myself to take a shower.  

Afterwards, I went downstairs to find that the cook had laid out a simple breakfast and I indulged myself with fruit and fresh baked bread whilst perusing the morning papers. 

The temptation to take a swim was still strong but I was not sure that I could face Izabel quite so soon after the morning's events and so I refilled my coffee cup and made my way to the new studio. I had two commissions to be started but as I stood before the pristine canvas I could not focus my mind on landscapes. I picked up a fresh piece of charcoal and quickly began to dash off a series of bold curved lines. 

I had started to draw a female form but, once again, I was pricked by my conscience. Almost without thinking I modified the outlined beginnings of muscles groups and what emerged was the drawing of an angel.

I was enjoying myself and I began to apply paint to the canvas in bright vivid swirls. I worked feverishly for over an hour before I stepped back to take in the sweep of my creation—I had been inspired, and she was beautiful…breathtaking. 

I stared at the canvas with a blank look in my eyes—wondering about the depth of inspiration she could provoke if only I could feel her shudder beneath my touch.

Fucking Frenzy

I think somebody kinda threw down the gauntlet for me today on this one--hehehe I'll not mention any names, but you know who you are....so I couldn't resist taking up the challenge....and Tigress saiiiiiddddd: 

Looking down into your beautiful eyes

As I experience the magic between your thighs—

 

Slow moving, teasing you—coaxing you to raise your hips to me

Fingers tracing down my back—fucking you is sheer ecstasy

 

Sometimes I like it nice and soft—Sometimes rough and rugged

A hardened nipple between my teeth, As I gently tug it

 

I could fuck you endlessly, straight into the night

Wrap your arms around me baby, hold on nice and tight

 

A ragged moan escapes me, as I feel your every move

Roll your hips –yeah, just like that—we fall into a groove

 

Whispered love upon your lips—drives me deeper still

Don’t let go, baby girl—We’re fucking til we spill

 

Every gasp, every sigh, you make –drives me de-licious-ly insane

I want to fuck you so good girl—I make you scream my name

 

My hand slips beneath your ass and pulls you up to me

Can I ever get deep enough? Ohhhhh baby, let me see

 

Bitten lips, your hands on my hips- for this luscious little drill

Your love has got me so damn buzzed—is it a dream or is it real

 

A scratch down my back awakens me and I let out a muted hiss

Melting inside, as we ride—this wave of utter bliss

 

I lean down and kiss you softly-bestowing passion upon your lips

I whisper that “I love you, baby” and you hold tighter to my hips

 

In and out—slow and deep— mmmmm -the feelings getting stronger

I’m about to blow baby girl, I can’t hang on much longer

 

You kiss my neck, as our bodies flex and whisper “Daddi make me cum”

My hips start rolling double time as two souls become one

 

I bite my lip as I ride, my fingers tangling into your hair—

Your softness grinds beneath me perfectly “Oh,yes love…stay right there!”

 

My thrusts come harder and harder—exquisite mix of pleasure and pain

As we both explode together—my baby screams my name

 

Softening against you-as you do that little purr you do

Still grinding slow and deep-my love—Are you ready for round 2?

A Lick

Slowly, tentatively my tongue reaches out for that first delightful lick

My mouth waters in anticipation of 

The very first taste of your sugar on the tip of my tongue

You're so, so sweet --my eyes roll back for a moment

You're a confectionary rapture

Up and down--masterful strokes from the tip of my tongue glide

Searching...tasting, savoring, appreciating your flavor

Exploring perfect valleys downward--tracing flawless slopes back upward

Round and round with absolute devotion

As delicious, rainbow ribbons of color melt into my mouth--

Bet 'ya thought I was talking about something else, huh? ::sticking out my rainbow colored tongue:: Tricked you :)

Silent Conversation

So twitter's down for scheduled maintenance, I'm all alone with my thoughts...the lights are low and Maxwell's "Pretty Wings" is spilling magic from the speakers across the room. What, oh what, could come of that? ::smiles::

A field of fresh green clover, a sky of brilliant blue, sunlight warm on bare skin...

...with slow, deep strokes, we raise each other ever higher, ever faster until at last the peak is reached.

...racing hearts give way to driving loins as we couple now most deeply each feeling the fiery warmth now welding us together.

...like surf before the hurricane, pleasure washes over helpless lovers, awesome in its power and draining us of strength.

...lying spent but warm within you, your breath against my neck, tracing the curve of your back into the flare of hip.

...satisfied for now, that some things left unspoken have at last been brought to light.

...and hoping we will always be able to talk so freely.

Castles In The Sky

Just sharing some of the pieces I've been working on--yeah, I got on a castle kick...what can I say? There's a few others besides castles, like "Twilight Tigress" I threw in just because they don't fit into any particular category right now. I hope you like them. 

Our castle stands atop the hills
And offers strength of spirit
Place your hand little one unto mine
And I shall lead you to it. 
The family castle is now your home
The stones grow ever stronger
For the castle's built on love and hope
Alone you are no longer.

Behind these walls that rise up high
Lies a garden lush and green
It's offerings bountiful as the sea
And beauty yet unseen.

Drink the waters that beckon you near
They'll fill your heart with hope
Feast on the knowledge offered here
For that will help you cope.

Our fires will fill your soul with warmth
To cast off the chill outside
Yet stay not here within these walls
They were not built to hide.

Swing wide the gates so you can see
The world lie at your feet
For without what hides beyond
The castle's incomplete.

Mount our stallion strong and true
For he shall be your guide
His legs have carried those of us
Who've ventured far outside.

Fear not what you do not yet know
Lead on and find your star
Fill your pack with experience
That you shall gain afar.

The good times will outnumber bad
Though sometimes you shall fall
It's at that time that you should seek
The strength of the castle wall.

For no matter the path you choose to take
No matter the strength of tides
You need only look inside your heart
For that's where the castle resides. 

castle poem 
by Nancy Rakovszky 

 

5 Things You Want Your Kids To Know

1.  I want you to know how to win and lose gracefully.

-You can stand tall without standing on someone-and you can be a victor without having victims.

-"You're not obligated to win, you're obligated to keep trying to do the best you can, everyday."-Marian Wright Edelman

2. I want you to learn how to be respectful towards others at all times.

-Every human being, of whatever origin, of whatever station, deserves respect. We must each respect others, even as we respect ourselves. 

-"Respect for ourselves guides our morals, respect for others guides our manners."-Laurence Sterne

3. I want you to learn-and truly know what it means to love. 

-Love and kindess are never wasted, in it's sincere form--it blesses both the giver, and the recipient. Understand that some people in your life may come and go--that never diminishes the love shared, for the love you put out there, made the world more beautiful from that moment on. 

4. I want you to learn responsibility. 

-I want you to learn that your word is your bond...how to stand up like a man and admit to your mistakes when you make them, and to try your best to correct them when you do. We will all make mistakes, no one is perfect...I want you to take the high road of strength and honesty. When you make a commitment or a promise, keep it--and always, above all--cherish, protect, love & provide for any precious life you bring into this world. 

-"My will shall shape the future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man's doing but my own. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me, or I can be lost in the maze. My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, (see number 1) only I hold the key to my destiny." -Elaine Maxwell

5. I want you to know that you are loved--unconditionally. There may be times when we don't like each other very much...there will be times when we fight, argue, & generally disagree...I realize that's part of you growing up, finding yourself, and finding your own voice-your transformation from boy to man. Know that every rule I imposed, everytime I grounded you, everytime I forced you to look me in the eyes and listen to me...despite that "I can't stand you" look in your eyes...I did it to teach you something to take with you throughout your life, something that will make you a stronger, better man in your future, in the long run. No matter what you have done, no matter what you do--you are loved, and my love will not waiver. 

Those were my 5 things--but I just have to expound a little bit more...things I've read or heard worthy of passing on. 

• Don't go for looks, they can decieve. Don't go for wealth, even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile.
• There are moments in life when you really miss someone so much that you want to pick them up from your dreams and hug them. Hope you dream of that someone.
• Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you are here, NOW. Try to enjoy it. 
• May you have: Enough happiness to make you sweet-enough trials to make you strong-enough sorrow to keep you human-enough hope to make you happy-and enough money to keep you comfortable. 
• When one door of happiness closes, another opens. Be we often took so long staring at the closed door, that we don't see the one that's been opened for us. Don't stare too long at the door.
• The best kind of friend is one you could sit on a porch, swing with, never saying a word and then walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've ever had. Friends like this are rare, so when you find one--try to keep them, but if you can't...know that you were both blessed by the experience. 
• Always put yourself in other's shoes. If you feel it hurts you, it probably hurts them too.
• A careless word may kindle a strife-A cruel word may wreck a life-A timely word may level stress-A lovely word may heal and bless
• The beginning of love is to let those we love to be perfectly themselves and not to twist them with our own image, otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
  

I really could go on and on with this blog--there are so many things you wish to instill in your children--but as much as we try to teach them, ultimately we have to have the strength and faith to let them go, let them fly--and trust that they were listening, at least to the important stuff. 

Kiss Me In The Rain

Walking in the rain
and in the pain
you are beautiful
as the force of water

               sculpts
                        your
                              form,

               subtractions
                          through
                                 erosions,

                 leaving
                          essential
                                  remainders

and the promise 
to cleanse you, 
the bones of your
essential aliveness 
dancing their shine 
through your flesh. 

You are beautiful
in the rain and when
I kiss your mouth,
my bowed lip above
your bowed lip,

waters dancing down
                 
                 as 
                         from 
                                  eaves.

L.E.S.B.I.A.N

Longing
Encounters within
Sensual, seduction, satisfying
Beginning to end
Incredible 
Arousal intensifying
Nothing but desires fulfilled

Measure Your Fears-Would You, Wouldn't You, You Did

Ok, so when I can't think of anything to write, don't feel like writing, or am just plain bored--I'm a survey punk. So sorry if you're the type that doesn't like surveys--I think they're fun, they pass the time, and occasionally, yes, occasionally they even give you a cause for some real introspection. 

So--you might have to suffer through a survey or quiz every once in a while, thrown in randomly amongst all the juicy stuff. Forgive me ::grin::

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Pet a snake:	Have owned a few snakes so I gotta say not scared of that one.
Spend a week in an empty room:	Empty as in people? or material things? I wouldn't be "scared" to.
Ride in a hot-air balloon:	Nope
Sky dive:	Nope
Sing in front of a huge audience:	I've done that
scuba dive:	I'd do it--in a shark free zone lol
Sit in the front seat of a roller coaster:	I've done that
Deliver a baby:	I'd do it if I had to--I've delivered animals, does that count?
Swim across the Amazon River:	Uh hell no! Can we say piranah, crocodiles, anacondas--pffft...YOU swim across it.
Change careers:	Done that a few times
Disappear for a long period of time:	Nah, sometimes I wish could, for a little while anyway.
Walk through the forest alone at night:	Done it.
Join a space mission:	Nah--I'm good right here on the ground.
Tell everyone what you honestly think of them:	I'm always honest about what I think of them--but if I know they are they sensitive type, I may soften my words slightly.
Call off your wedding:	No, I don't think I'd do that
Walk naked through New York City for 10 minutes during rush hour:	LOL No, I would not do that--yeah, I'd be scared.
Walk up to Mike Tyson and call him a girl:	Yeah--I'd do it, he ain't about to hit me
Disarm a bomb:	Yes I'd be scared to do that--hopefully that scenario won't pop up for me.
CLean the outside windows of a skyscraper:	::grins:: Call me a wuss--but being that high up in the sky just ain't my thing.
Draw a mustache on the Mona Lisa with a permanent marker:	I wouldn't do that--not out fear though, but out of simple respect for a priceless work of art.
Go on tour with Elvis:	Unh huh baby--I'd do it
Go swimming during a thunder storm:	I've done it.
Preform surgury on your best friend:	I'd be a little scared, but I'd do it if I had to--(if I knew what to do).
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This Or That--Music

(Ahem--as you can see I don't listen to metal/hard rock very much...though I consider myself musically diverse, alot of that shit is just hard to listen to. It gives me a headache.)--and what, no country or blues category? Ah I guess that would have made this survey on the lengthy side--(drumroll) And now for my Music This or That-

This or That: Music Created by flyboy51 and taken 3 times on Bzoink
Metal/Hard Rock
Disturbed or Godsmack?:	Godsmack
Rage Against the Machine or Anti-Flag?:	Rage Against The Machine
Korn or Limp Bizkit?:	Limp Bizkit
Linkin Park or Nine Inch Nails?:	Nine Inch Nails
Dropkick Murphys or Flogging Molly?:	Never heard of them
Metallica or Pantera?:	Metallica
Machine Head or Arch Enemy?:	Machine Head
Devildriver or Bury Your Dead?:	Never heard of them
Slayer or Iron Maiden?:	Iron Maiden
Guns N Roses or Motley Crue?:	Ohhhh tough one---Guns N Roses I guess
Dimmu Borgir or Behemoth?:	Never heard of them
Cannibal Corpse or Decapitated?:	Never heard of them
Shinedown or Theory of a Deadman?:	Shinedown
As I Lay Dying or All That Remains?:	Never heard of them
Lamb Of God or Mudvayne?:	Never heard of them
Seether or Three Days Grace?:	Seether
Avenged Sevenfold or Breaking Benjamin?:	Nevery heard of them
Throwdown or Hatebreed?:	Never heard of them
Amon Amarth or Children of Bodom?:	Never heard of them
Five Finger Death Punch or Mastodon?:	Never heard of them
Rob Zombie or Marilyn Manson?:	Rob Zombie
Staind or System of a Down?:	Staind
Classic Rock
The Beatles or Rolling Stones?:	The Beatles
AC/DC or Aerosmith?:	Aerosmith
Chicago or Boston?:	Boston
The Animals or Monkees?:	Monkees
CCR or America?:	America
BTO or REO?:	REO
Bad Company or Free?:	Bad Company
Lynyrd Skynyrd or Neil Young?:	Lynyrd Skynyrd
Jefferson Airplane or Badfinger?:	Jefferson Airplane
Black Sabbath or Led Zeppelin?:	Led Zeppelin
Cream or Nazareth?:	Cream
Bob Seger or Bruce Springsteen?:	Bob Seger
Buffalo Springfield or The Byrds?:	The Byrds
Elvis Presley or Chuck Berry?:	Ah come on! Can you really compare these two--they're totally different
Deep Purple or The Eagles?:	The Eagles
The Doors or The Doobie Brothers?:	The Doors
Grand Funk Railroad or The Guess Who?:	Grand Funk Railroad
The Who or The Hollies?:	The Who
The Human League or The Buggles?:	The Human League
John Cougar Mellencamp or Journey?:	Can't choose--I like them both almost equally
Kansas or The Police?:	The Police
Rap
DMX or Notorious B.I.G.?:	Notorious B.I.G
Eminem or 50 Cent?:	Eminem
Flo Rida or Kanye West?:	Flo Rida
Young Jeezy or T-Pain?:	T-Pain
G-Unit or D12?:	D12
Ice-T or Ice Cube?:	Ice Cube
N.W.A. or Public Enemy?:	Public Enemy
Lil Jon or Lil Wayne?:	Lil Jon (Yayahhhhh!! What?!)
Ludacris or LL Cool J?:	Ludacris
Savage or Snoop Dogg?:	Snoop Dogg
Slim Thug or Young Buck?:	Young Buck
Soulja Boy Tell Em or T.I.?:	T.I.
Three Six Mafia or Mobb Deep?:	Three Six Mafia
Tupac or Dr. Dre?:	Tupac
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