Lost Love Lust

Tags: purpose

• contrite.

  She puckered her lips and stood there.
  “Levator Labii Superiorus. Don’t tempt me, you know we’re on the clock.”
  She brushed her hand up against her gun and was reminded of the tasks at hand.
  The lights flickered as she watched his shadow disappear and reappear.
  He flowed as he worked, like a king in his throne, he was [...]

• beasts & feasts.

  “So what do you think it is that makes us who we are?”
  Lust contemplated her answer as she listened to the sound of the food crushing in her mouth.
  “I think its a contemporary lack of self control. We refuse to deny our true beings. We realize that we are animals, and that the predator will [...]

• philosophical indulgences.

  So, I have decided to make up a type of writing challenge for myself.
  I would like to randomly take an element from daily life, and philosophize about it.
  Its origins, its meaning, and perhaps its purpose.
  From elements of love, to elements of cooking.
  All elements of life.
  There must be something behind everything.
  And I will warn you, you reader [...]

• spontaneous combustion of opinions.

  I would like to discuss a few matters, to put them “on paper” as one would put it.
  Many times, friends and I would discuss religion, and I would be asked what I “believe” in. 
  My replies were usually scattered, and I truly felt the need to put them down somewhere to organize them a bit. So, [...]