Rosanna Arquette - more details later

In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel

Written for her at age 27 ...





Rosanna - Toto

Written for her at age 22 ... she was their 'Muse', or so the tele says ...



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosanna_Arquette - Wikipedia article


http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000275/ - IMDB page/screen credits

(Lyrics & opinion later ... )

Julian

Cubicle Zombies

I was feeling high last night; I made one billable sale last night at my job in the telemarketting offices here in town. Right now I am listening to 'The Great Gig in the Sky', and I am wondering what is keeping me from selling myself? I sold someone else's things, made them happy, and made my boss happy, but is that enough? Can't I be happy & satisfied? I mean in knowing that I have contributed to making the world a better place than it was before?

Does music nurture your soul? When I go to work, I listen to 88.3 FM for classical music, and when I come home, I pour out 97.7 ROCK or 99.5 KISS, expressing myself to unleash all I kept reigned in when I was at my job. I suddenly find myself driving faster, running my car harder, weaving between other cars, moving like a leopard on the hunt, dying to get home or to eat somewhere that I can sit & just 'feel' my own heartbeat. I can 'feel' my pulse, my needs, my drive and then wonder why I am not doing this JUST as the artist I am deep inside my own heart, questioning my personal motives or ideas.

I just need to do it, period.

Last week, I was in the cubicles, seeing where my future lay, wondering if this was all there was to my current incarnation of myself. I asked the girl manning the phone, "Do you like this job?"

"It's a good job", she replied softly, before returning to the robotic motions of her hands and computer, interacting and clicking and entering data. She had nothing else to say to me on the subject, nor any special thing to teach me about my future job or the sterile location or collection of assorted pseudo-professional people with headsets reacting to calls as if they were in "GlenGary GlennRoss", wheeling and dealing.

And that's when the hallucinations kicked in: suddenly, the office supervisor who gently patted me into the space next to the girl I chatted with was on the floor, being devoured by the monstrous members of the office pool, men & women of all ages & sizes rending him apart. People in cubicles has destroyed or ruined faces, limbs missing, bloodied clothing, and yet, they were answering phones, speaking with soft, dull growlings and grumblings, moaning and moving in a shambling mess of death and sadness. Lights flickered, grue stained the walls and floor, machines were sparking or on fire, but still, the zombies did their office job without question. A cold bead ran down my spine, and I was shaking in my clothing, looking around, seeing them surrounding me quickly, but not moving to kill me. I think they embraced me, looking at poor heartbroken Jules as one of their own.

And that's not good in any way.

Art has not sold, things are given away, and I just don't care to be sad. And the bills need to be paid, such as rent, phone bill, satellite, car payment, and everything else necessary to get by before

THIS WEEK I did it myself, and I felt that I was unable but able, thinking to myself, 'If given a task or job, I can do it, no matter how dull or depressing.'

Then I realized that should not be my motiavtion: money. And yet, I've been on a centrifugal track always spinning in a path away from authority, toward destruction, and hapless and divided. I am always going without a path, letting my feelings run the show, being more unable to make myself work or want to work within the confines of the madness of this life, this masquearede of sobriety, of sense, of delight or desire.

I do NOT want to be a cubcile zombie.

Now I am not the only one fearing this idea. I thought there would be no basis so I put it into a 'Google' search and there were the images & ideas! BAM! Now I know it's not just me, so I am rational in having bought a copy of "The Zombie Survival Guide" this weekend at Waldenbooks Sunday after church. So I MUST make a greater effort by going to the art store, grabbing some supplies, and working harder than before on my art & fears and creating something viable.

Without it I am doomed and damned.

Adios for now,




Julian

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/centrifugal

http://www.supertouchart.com/2007/10/31/nycsneek-peeksupertouch-halloween-show-tonite/ - see all art

http://www.worth1000.com/contest.asp?contest_id=17134&display=photoshop

http://cubiclezombie.com/ - future art & card business

http://weirdweirdworld.com/browse/show/1216

http://www.randomhouse.com/crown/zombiesurvivalguide/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Zombie_Survival_Guide

Addicted by Saving Abel

I like this song, period. Nothing more needs to be said on the subject.


Julian

Saving Abel - Addicted Lyrics

I'm so addicted to
all the things you do
when you're going down on me
in between the sheets
all the sounds you make
with every breath you take
its not like anything
when you're loving me

oh girl lets take it slow
so as for you well you know where to go
i want to take my love and hate you till the end

its not like you to turn away
from all the bullshit i cant take
its not like me to walk away

i'm so addicted too all the things
you do when you're going down on me
in between the sheets
all the sounds you make
with every breathe you take
its not like anything
when you're loving me

yeahh

i know it was getting rough
all the times we spend
when we try to make
this love something better than
just making love again

its not like you to turn away
all the bullshit i cant take
just when i think i can walk away,

i'm so addicted to all the things
you do when you're going down on me
in between the sheets
all the sounds you make
with every breathe
its not like anything

i'm so addicted to the things you do
when you're going down on me
all the sounds you make with every breath you take
its not like anything when you're loving me
yeahh
when you're loving me

i can not make it through
all the things you do
theres just got to be more than you and me

i'm so addicted too all the things you do
when you're going down on me
in between the sheets
all the sounds you make with every breath you take
its not like anything
its not like anything

i'm so addicted too
all the things you do
when you're going down

all the sounds you make with every breath
you take its not like anything
i'm so addicted to you
addicted to you

http://www.smartlyrics.com/Song634357-Saving-Abel-Addicted-lyrics.aspx

A Morning After Delight

I was that one for you wasn't I? The one naked with me, rolling in the sheets after a wanton night of passion, and exhausted. I felt you touching me, asking me for the same as the night before, and then feeling put off as I say "Not now ... I gotta take a piss.

... and that vulnerability leaves me open to your seduction.

As I stand emptying my bladder I hear the door creaking gently, and you slip down kneeing at my backside, peppering kisses on my buttocks and spine, caressing the flesh kneading exciting me with your touch. A gasp turns to a shiver, and I feel your hands replace mine where my cock is, cuddling it in your fingers, the left stroking my sac & the right squeezing any remaining drops out before lifting it, stroking it, rubbing the length in your palm, holding it close, and making me hard with your touch. I groan into the space of the bathroom, my voice echoing as my right hand braces me on the wall, while the left reaches back, pushing your head down closer to my body, letting your tongue craze the flesh in search of my tender unsuspecting bung.

I grow harder under your touch, and suddenly gasp, as your tongue dances lewdly on my anus, the sphincter ring being swabbed and stroked, lubed and lusted after as you continue jacking off my cock momentum building, a purring coming from my body, wicked & obscene. My cock fills your hand bracing wide the grip of your fingers, and even I am surprised the kneeling woman who's passion engulfs me like a drowning man, with just these kisses, has me harder than I was last night.

The tongue then stops, and I hear you whisper, "Turn around baby."

I do and see you reclining on the floor, playing with your pussy, pulling the lips open, slipping 3 fingers inside yourself, groaning as you quick-bang your hot slick buttery opening. My eyes see the perfectly erect nipples, your tongue lolling out of the corner of your mouth, the amazing tits jumping moving back & forth as you continue pummeling your sweet shaved cunt again & again. As the liquid creates a sheen on your inner thigh, I hear you whisper, "M-more than anything ... I wanted to watch you cum. I've felt it inside me, on me, and tasted and swallowed all your cum dear. Now I want it to fly ... "

With a hard lump in my throat, I swallow and watch you madly masturbating, and softly answer, "Anything for you .. anything at all ... "

The sound becomed deafening, the pumping squelching sound as you bury your fingers inside yourself, juices dribbling in all directions, the splashing occuring from the force of your fingers fucking the hot bald pussy now gripping four fingers instead of three. You buck under me, and slowly, still spinning and stroking my cock, I tug and kneel astride your ribs, your breast just below my cock, the tits jiggling madly, my eyes gazing into yours', the lust burning us both alive. Pumping fast stroking my balls with the other hands your eyes come off me, and now stare at my cock, the string of precum slipping off the tip and glazing my fingers as I squeeze the junior-jism out like a dollop of toothpaste.

I moan, looking down fascinated with your mouth, the one which showered my mind and body with praise and kisses, loving me, delighting in me, enjoying me all through the previous night. I stare transfixed with your incredible double-d's wiggling fleshbags I couldn't devour enough of in our wild exchanges or Kama Sutra stances losing ourselves in the variety of things we did coupling ourselves together again & again.

"Did you like fucking me like you did baby? Repeatedly, angrily, wantonly taking me whenever the urge struck you last night?"I could only nod, watching you speak as naughtily as you did on the phone & cam calls we had before meeting. Your body jumped sharply, and you continued pumping rolling your unseen hips under me banging yourself faster, harder into the delight of your touching your own clitty and fingering your pussy.

"Was I the cocksucker of your dreams dearest? Did all the dicks I tasted, face-fucked and sucked off make me better than any porn queen you've ever seen?"

Another gulp, and my acknowledgement: "Yes angel ... better than anyone I've ever seen, spoken to, or touched. Noone was ever as good as you?"

My rhythm increased, the pounding a need, a deed, an accomplishment. I fist-fucked my own cock for you, groaning watching your face seeing your eyes flutter as you slid a finger inside yourself the response of you touching and teasing your own clitty as the other hand kept puming inside you, my body unsure of how many fingers were inside you or if you had a fist buried inside that wet-velvet paradise.

I felt my body shake, and you were convulsing to your own orgasms, the liquid fire spreading between us on the towel-ladent bathroom floor, watching you watching me, both masturbating, aching to please each other.

"Were you surprised you got so hard babe?" Her whispers were angelic touched of priaprim to my cock, inducing madness with the erection. "Did you like being buried in my ass? Sodomizing me, making me your ass-fucked bitch in heat? Did you love how I wiggled as if I wanted you to stop, making you buttfuck me faster ... when all the time I just wanted you deeper inside my anus? Did you love it too much?"

She grinned, lewd and alive, the incredible tits jumping around in my vision, up and down, sending shockwaves into my mind, making me move faster, pump my cock harder, the rock in my grip sliding up & down like a pneumatic hammer, bouncing wildly, fucking my fist, wishing I could be wrapped up inside anything she offered me.

"Do you want to cum over me, coating me with your stickiness?"

I nodded, gasping, then felt your fingers dancing on my buttocks; one finger slid over the lubed ring of my anus, still wet from your previous probing and the small trickle of sweat down my spine, and I felt the fingertip slide inside me. I gasped, eyes agog, body erect, watching you smile wickedly. A second later the tip stirred inside me, and I felt my jaw drop as my sphincter accpted the intrusion.

Suddenly, the prostate flexed. You hadn't touched it yet but I knew my urgency was there and my cum jetted out of my dickhead, showering you in an arc of white, splattering your amazing tits & cleavage, frosting your nipples, and splashing onto the chin and lips. Your eyes glimmered in the morning light of the bathroom, a haze added to our morning masturbation, and then they flickered. A drawn out musty scent filled the room and as I pumped and squeezed the last of the cum from my fingers I saw your body jarred under me from your own orgasm.

Tenderly, you pushed me foward, over your craning lips, licking outward, suckling the tip of my cock, drinking the last dribbling drops you could from my vein. I groaned as you gently teasingly bit the tip, then moaned as the cock now lay on your tongue, you nursing it back to life, loving it with your licks and desires, the eyes closed in the path of heaven we found.

"I love you", I said softly.

"I love you too", she replied. "I just hope my husband doesn't come home too soon again."

Can you hear that in your voice, the sigh in mine?

Do you want to hear it happening?

Always,

Julian

Dinner with Dolly

Today, (Thursday July 24, 08) I was having dinner in San Antonio amid the fears of Hurricane Dolly, or rather 'Tropical Storm Dolly', though at this point she hasn't deserved the title in any direction. She was a fizzle, hydroplaning a few cars with wet roads, and scaring some of the people as they drove to work with me in the telemarketting firm I work at in Northeast San Antonio.

So after seeing my fears of becoming a cubicle zombie arise and grasp my throat like a steely-gripped undead from the grave, I shivered and smiled, and then went with my class, thinking carefully about my decision. I have no choices as there is no money coming into my pockets, and I'm scared. Just scared of being lonely, bored or in a rut I may never escape. But I am here and that's what matters, period. No more crying or wringing of my fingers to the Heavens. It is what it is - nothing more nothing less.

But ... I could have dinner at least. And I had a nice dinner, including a beer. I smiled, wrote a letter to one of my friends, and listened to the song "Encadenados" by Luis Miguel from his 'Romances' album. In the beginning is a sweeping romantic violin opening that makes the heart flutter and the song touches you like the two lovers longing for each other in the depths of Hell, Dante's vision of obsession and ultimate sacrifice as they leave behind God & love for their own pleasures.

But like I mentioned, the opening & melody is very pretty.

I had a beer, some hot food, relaxed with this & a little more music, and went home to write this blog entry.

It was a nice evening.

A little company would have made it dessert in my heart.

Blessings,

Julian

***********






Encadenados lyrics

Tal vez seria mejor que no volvieras
quizas fuera mejor que me olvidaras
Volver es empezar a atormentarnos
a querernos para odiarnos
sin principio ni final
Nos hemos hecho tanto, tanto dano
que amor entre nosotros, es martirio
jamas quiso llegar el desengano
ni el olvidio, ni el delirio
seguiremos siempre igual
Carino como el nuestro es un castigo
que se lleva en el alma hasta la muerte
mi suerte necesita de tu suerte
y tu me necesitas mucho mas
Por eso no habra nunca despedida
ni paz alguna habra de consolarnos
El paso del dolor, ha de encontrarnos
de rodillas en la vida
frente a frente... y nada mas

http://www.elyrics.net/read/l/luis-miguel-lyrics/encadenados-lyrics.html

And if you want to know what these amazing lyrics mean ...

http://www.love-that-luis.com/lyrics-romncs/encadena.htm

Streets of Fire - Music & Lyrics

When I grew up in the 80's, we had the roots of what's now considered 'rock-a-billy' coming out with the Stray Cats & a few others that had a rock & roll/redneck appeal to their sound, fast lyrics & raunchy guitar. All you were ever missing was the Chuck Berry 'duckwalk' ... and these songs made us all smile & think & wish we could be this adventurous, alive and amazing.

Enjoy!


Julian

------



Fire Inc. lyrics, - Tonight Is What It Means to Be Young lyrics

I've got a dream 'bout an angel on the beach
And the perfect waves are starting to come
His hair is flying out in ribbons of gold
And his touch has got the power to stun

I've got a dream 'bout an angel in the forest
Enchanted by the edge of a lake
His body's flowing in the jewels alive
And the earth below is starting to shake

But I don't see any angels in the city
I don't hear any holy choirs sing
And if I can't get an angel
I can still get a boy
And a boy'd be the next best thing
The next best thing to an angel
A boy'd be the next best thing

I've got a dream 'bout a boy in a castle
And he's dancing like a cat on the stairs
He's got the fire of a prince in his eyes
And the thunder of a drum in his ears

I've got a dream 'bout a boy on a star
Lookin' down upon the rim of the world
He's there all alone and dreamin' of someone like me
I'm not an angel but at least I'm a girl

I've got a dream when the darkness is over
We'll be lyin' in the rays of the sun
But it's only a dream and tonight is for real
You'll never know what it means
But you'll know how it feels
It's gonna be over (over)
Before you know it's begun
(Before you know it's begun)

It's all we really got tonight
Stop your cryin' hold on (tonight)
Before you know it it's gone (tonight)
Tonight is what it means to be young
Tonight is what it means to be young

Let the rebels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted
Let the rebels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted
Let the rebels begin ...(Tonight is what it means to be young...)
Let the fire be started ...(Before you know it it's gone...)
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted
Let the rebels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted

Say a prayer in the darkness for the magic to come
No matter what it seems
Tonight is what it means to be young
Before you know it it's gone
Tonight is what it means to be young
Before you know it it's gone

Ah...

I've got a dream when the darkness is over
We'll be lyin' in the rays of the sun
But it's only a dream and tonight is for real
You'll never know what it means
But you'll know how it feels
It's gonna be over (over)
Before you know it's begun

It's all we really got tonight
Stop your cryin' hold on (tonight)
Before you know it it's gone (tonight)
Tonight is what it means to be young
Tonight is what it means to be young...

The things they say
And then the things they do
Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...

The things they say
And then the things they do
Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...

The things they say
And then the things they do
Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...

(Tonight is what it means to be young...)

http://www.soundtracklyrics.net/song-lyrics/streets-of-fire-a-rock-&-roll-fable/tonight-is-what-it-means-to-be-young.htm



Streets Of Fire: A Rock & Roll Fable lyrics
Movie "Streets Of Fire: A Rock & Roll Fable" soundtrack lyrics
Fire Inc. lyrics, - Nowhere Fast lyrics

Lying in your bed and on a Saturday night
You're sweatin' buckets and it's not even hot
But your brain has got the message
And it's sending it out
To every nerve and every muscle you've got

You've got so many dreams
That you don't know where to put 'em
So you'd better turn a few of 'em loose
Your body's got a feeling that it's starting to rust
You'd better rev it up and put it to use

And I don't know how I ever thought that I could make it all alone
When you only make it better
And it better be tonight
And we'll fly away on those angel wings of chrome in your daddy's car
Waiting there for you tonight
I'll be there for you tonight

Even if you don't have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll
And even if you don't have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll
And your speed
Is all you'll ever need
All you'll ever need to know
Darlin', Darlin'-

You and me we're goin' nowhere slowly
And we've gotta get away from the past
There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby
But we should be goin' nowhere fast

Everybody's goin' nowhere slowly
They're only fighting for the chance to be last
There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby
But we should be goin' nowhere fast
It's so much better goin' nowhere fast

Ah...

Stalkin' in the shadows by the light of the moon
It's like a prison and the night is a cell
Goin' anywhere has gotta be heaven tonight
'Cause stayin' here has gotta be hell
Dyin' in the city like a fire on the water
Let's go runnin' on the back of the wind
There's gotta be some action on the face of the earth
And I've gotta see your face once again

And I don't know where I ever got the bright idea that I was cool
So alone and independent
But I'm depending on you now
And you'll always be the only thing that I just can't be without
And I'm out for you tonight
I'm comin' out for you tonight

Even if you don't have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll (ready to roll)
Even if you don't have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll
And your speed
Is all you'll ever need
All you'll ever need to know
Darlin', Darlin'-

You and me we're goin' nowhere slowly
And we've gotta get away from the past
There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby
But we should be goin' nowhere fast

Everybody's goin' nowhere slowly
They're only fighting for the chance to be last
There's nothin' wrong with goin' nowhere, baby
But we should be goin' nowhere fast
It's so much better goin' nowhere fast

Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Speed us away!

Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Speed us away!

Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Speed us away!

(We're goin' nowhere fast!)

(Ah...)

http://www.soundtracklyrics.net/song-lyrics/streets-of-fire-a-rock-&-roll-fable/nowhere-fast.htm

Don't Know Why - Maybe I've Been Bad

Hiya Perverts & Pervettes,

I hope you're in a good mood since I am not, but all I can do is hope, right?

And thus as I get closer to the end of my summer I realize that I'll never fuck a woman like a porn star again.

So very fuckin' sad.

At least there's some images of 'what might have been'.

Maybe I've added these to remind myself I am supposed to be repugnant and coarse, vulgar & obscene.

How else do you do it? Wiggling art added to the blog!

Let this be your lesson: "Wait for nothing; take if you can't earn, steal if necessary and ride your dreams to their fatalistic end."

Always,

Julian

p.s. "Hopefully down here they're moving ... ;-) "

"At least until PhotoBucket catches on ... ~lol!~