The wandering perv revisits. :)

Hello again everyone.  I'm sorry to have been such a missing quantity. I can't say I've been doing a whole lot. I still don't have a job, but I *have* almost completed two semesters of my Master's,  and that's been a lot of fun. American college campuses in the summer time are such wonderful places to be. :)

In the last few months I've met, chatted with, and in some cases lost track of several people, and the last thing is something I hate doing. I've been writing a heck of a lot, mostly schoolwork but occasionally something creative. I've finished one short story and I will finish the one I started nearly two years ago that some of you have seen already. And then we have the odd poem. This is one I pasted in my space in FetLife * (oh yeah, I meant to tell you about that, LOL) the other week, in relation to why and how we manage to fall for some people.

 4/21/2012
We never pick them based on common sense,
Status, decor, sensible or mad.
We never think to start on our defense,
What's past is past, will never be as bad.

We won't account for things we may have felt,
And anyway, they make no difference now,
We play again the hand that fate has dealt,
As well as our experience will allow.

Too frequently we just have no idea,
We never know just why they pick on us,
Choose just that moment, catch us unaware,
Although to them, it may be obvious.

The process is a mystery, and yet
We'll willingly entangle in that net.


And here's a picture which has interested me for a little while.  It's by Boris Vallejo and as far as I can see has never made it beyond a sketch. I've sized it down to fit here, the original is quite a lot larger:)

*If you care to -  look me up on FetLife,  I'm ArcticBlue there.  :)