http://randomtruth.net/blog The Journals of a Sadist Fri, 06 Feb 2009 23:28:05 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en February in Texas this year finds me subjected to a brisk southern breeze that drives temperatures into the seventies and finds me outdoors with more frequency than I should, should, be enjoying considering the woes of my neighbors to the not-to-far north.  I'm a bastard, but if I could bottle ... http://randomtruth.net/blog/?p=874 I've been so silent of late and for once it isn't my coldness sending me into some emotionless void.  I am just still.  I don't pace, and I don't prowl or claw the walls with restless anger or rage.  It's a quiet that I appreciate even as I suspend my ... http://randomtruth.net/blog/?p=870 A thick, soft blanket of fog covers everything outside, and the cool, welcoming darkness beckons to me like a lover with open arms, or better, open thighs.  I want to suck in the air and feel that same coolness invade my lungs.  I want to disappear into the mist with ... http://randomtruth.net/blog/?p=866 One of the curiosities of being who I am is that, no matter how long I work, or the fact that I do have a regular job (during the daytime), it seems that no matter how hard I try (and I do) I can't, just can't get my mind to ... http://randomtruth.net/blog/?p=861