The last year has been amazing (that is an understatement)! One of the most important lessons I have learned over the last year is to dive head first towards fear - whatever I am afraid of (publishing a book, public speaking, starting my own business, etc.), I need to (relentlessly) pursuit it, grit my teeth, & bear it. On the other side of fear is exactly where I need to be!
If you missed #Coachability - Episode 52, where we celebrated the one year anniversary of the very first episode of #Coachability , you can still watch it! You can find "It Is More Than a Game - Part 3," on my Facebook page.
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We are so excited to finally have our friend Kaly on this episode. Not only is he our interviewee for but he is now the official musical feature for Chai Tea Party!
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NO SLEEP FOR THE WICKED
HOW I MEANT TO MEAT YOUR MOTHER
Vibrator's held together by duct tape after she dismantled it. Dialed it up to an unrecommended setting beyond factory rating. Lost most of the screws that hold it together. Hence the tape. Probably both an electrical and health hazard now.
Frantically banging herself, I realize her fuckhole is a symbol for her soul. It's emptiness is torture. No pity even remotely in my scorched mind, I float around and enjoy my orgasm. I shoot cum everywhere. I shoot cum on the t.v., on walls, out an open window, on an old sandwich lying on a table. I look down, see the socks on my feet, cum on those too.
Labcheck. Back to girlfriend. Vibrator yanked out, I fill her physically, symbolically. Rail her for longer than I really want to, until I find I'm fucking a squid. Tentacles waving around, I look the octopus dead in the eyes and I FUCK.
The girlfriend enters the room eating a sandwich (the sandwich), she asks, "Are you fucking a squid?" I gulp, "I think it's an octopus?" She chokes, coughs, something not right with the sandwich, says, "One of these times you should let me be the narrator." Fact: An Octopus Never Smiles.
I blank out. Exit void to the episode. Regain awareness. Blurry & alone in a soiled anecdote. Love is not in the air. Smells like something that won't wash off.
And The Socks Were Still On... THE END.... FINALLY, RIGHT?
(25/09/2017) - It was a cold & cloudy evening as I sat down on the corner of nearest coffee shop in town. The leaves started to falling down, covering the street with yellow & orange-ish colors, marking the end of summer season. Several people passed by the road next to me, dressed differently than 2 weeks ago. Long sleeves, jeans & boots are the usual outfits, covering their body from cold breeze of Fall. They walked in motion, keeping themselves busy by talking with someone through phone, sipping into their favorite hot drink, rubbing their hands together to stay warm. .
The situation inside the cafe was nothing different. A middle-aged woman stood before the cashier area, dressed in black leather jacket with jeans and dark brown boots. By her side, a small boy covered in bright orange parachute jacket clutched into her hand, his eyes wandered around the room, checking the situation as his mother studying the long board menu stamped on the wall behind cashier area. On another side, an old man with his wife sat on the corner bench, facing each other with 2 cups of hot chocolates. They were smiling, mumbling words that I couldn't hear. His wife letting out a small laughter, fill their moods with joys. 'How much in love they are!' I spoke to myself, wondering if my life could be like them in the next few years, sitting on my favorite coffee shop along with my husband, remembering all things we've been through.
I flicked my gaze back on to the book in front of me, pressing my fingers toward a pen, moving it gently across the paper, typing words by words into paragraphs. My mind were overfilled with ideas, pictures and visions, yet they are stuck in words. The slow melodies flew through small earphones that hanging on my ears, A man with his soft and gentle voice, telling how madly in love he is with a woman of his dream and thinking of getting married and spend the rest of his life with her. I was touched, smiling on his voice before I could continue on words, writing my thoughts and ideas before the cold wind swipe it away.
Words, Coffee and People : The Fall is Here, by Dinda Annisa Rizqiyah
i wrote this in the wee hours of the morning, still high on the alcohol you pumped into my veins. i like to look at things like this sometimes. things that remind me of the girl i used to be. things that remind me of the people we used to be.