Inside My Head

I have 15 demons inside my head, I try to ignore them while they try to control me.  Sometimes they become extremely loud and boisterous preventing me from doing anything and then I have to resort to smoking opium to get any peace.  I try to reason with them and I tell them that I don’t want to be their zombie, but most of these demons are pure evil.  They once told me to stab myself in the face with a scissor and I was bleeding all over the place and they all just laughed at me.  They seem to like Black Sabbath music and especially the song ‘Black Sabbath’ that this chose to be named after.  They were originally called Earth till they found out that another band was using that name.  They got Black Sabbath from a 1963 horror movie starring Boris Karloff which lead singer Ozzy Osbourne and bass player Geezer Butler went to see.

They started rehearsing some new material, and they experienced a supernatural experience.  Geezer and guitarist Tony Iommi were playing new riffs for Ozzy and drummer Bill Ward when, much to everyone’s surprise, they both strummed the same notes at the same tempo, although neither had ever before heard the other one play that piece.  They were convinced that this was an omen, Geezer christened the song and the group Black Sabbath.  They realized that a lot of people were paying money to watch horror movies, so they figured that they should start writing horror music, and when the hairs stood up on their arms, they knew it was strange, but they all liked it.  The thing is that Black Sabbath never practiced black magic, they never aligned with the dark forces, as they stood against black magic and they never tried to conjure up the devil.  Black Sabbath engaged in white powder not Saran worship, but many satanic admirers became their fans.

Butler was obsessed with the occult at this time, and he even went so far as to paint his apartment matte black and placed several inverted crucifixes and pictures of Satan on the walls.  Ozzy Osbourne gave Butler a black occult book, written in Latin and decorated with numerous pictures of Satan.  Butler read the book and then placed it on a shelf beside his bed before going to sleep.  When he woke up, he claims he saw a large black figure standing at the end of his bed, with a sinister stare of impending doom.  After a few frightening moments, the figure slowly vanished into thin air and Butler ran to the shelf where he had placed the book earlier, but the book was gone.

The band had another brush with the devil, which happened one night, after they finished a show, when they returned to their hotel and found the corridor leading to their rooms was completely filled with people wearing black cloaks, sitting on the floor with candles in their hands, chanting “Ahhhh”.  They climbed over these people so they could get to their rooms, but they could still hear them chanting.  They called security, but since that didn’t work, they synchronized their watches, opened all of their doors at the same time, blew the candles out and sang “Happy Birthday” to the intruding Satan worshipers to piss them off.

I have my own big and scary monsters and they look like beasts and wear masks to become more villainous to me.  I wake up every morning to fight the same demons and my only solace is that one day the grim reaper will be coming for me, and I am ready to look the devil straight in his face and scare him shitless after all of the torment these demons have put me through.  I will smile as I take these bastards with me and drag all of them straight to hell.

What is this that stands before me?
Figure in black which points at me
Turn around quick, and start to run
Find out I’m the chosen one
Oh no

Big black shape with eyes of fire
Telling people their desire
Satan’s sitting there, he’s smiling
Watches those flames get higher and higher
Oh no, no, please god help me!

Is it the end, my friend?
Satan’s coming ‘round the bend
People running ‘cause they’re scared
The people better go and beware
No, no, please, no

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #360 that uses a picture by Yuuki Morita.

The Trees Have Her

It was supposed to be a leisurely camping trip, but it turned into a horror story.  We were on Spring Break and we decided to go camping.  This decision came at the last minute, as we initially planned to go to Miami Beach for fun in the sun.  Stories were all over the news about how Miami had become a super spreader for Covid prompting the police to declare a curfew, but the crowds were acting up, so the cops started pepper spraying everyone, which didn’t sound like much fun.  Jenny’s parents owned some land in the New England forest where they built a cabin, so we wouldn’t need tents and there would be bathrooms, which all the girls liked.

When we got there, we were surrounded by the natural grandeur of a tranquil world, the silence of nature, a place where peace would soothe our souls and it just had this amazing effect on us.  It was a blessed silence which was unlike the silence that we could experience anywhere else, as this was human silence, with plants and animals living together in harmony.  We heard the stir of dry leaves as the wind blew, as this vast forest seemed virtually untouched by man.  We were there to party and we brought our tunes with us so we started cranking up our music.  That got our hearts racing and our blood pumping through our veins.  We felt the rhythm and we all started dancing and Jenny stripped all of her clothes off saying that she wanted to be more in tune with nature.  It didn’t take long before all the rest of the sorority girls had stripped down as well.

Three girls, Debbie, Jade and Susan wanted to go exploring, so they got dressed and went out into the darkness making sure that they stuck together so they would be able to find their way back to the cabin, but something haunting seemed to lure them deeper into the woods.  Debbie had the unmistakable feeling that spirits were roaming around this neck of the woods and she said that her stomach was starting to curdle.  Every single hair on her arms stood up and she admitted to being scared to her very core.  Jade grabbed her hand, but it felt like ice and now she was also frightened, and tears flowed down her face.  Susan said that the exploring trip was over and that they should return back to the cabin now before survival seemed hopeless.

Susan managed to calm the girls down a bit, at least until the trees reached out and grabbed Debbie and they spoke saying, “We have her now!”  This caused Jade and Susan to run all the way back to the cabin.  When the girls asked what happened to Debbie, they didn’t know what to say, but eventually when Susan was able to catch her breath, she said, “The trees have her.”  Christine said, “what have you been smoking and now really tell us where Debbie is.”  Susan spoke again saying, “You will have to follow me, because what I am going to tell you is going to sound unbelievable.  These tree branches with hands reached out and grabbed her and Jade and I couldn’t comprehend what was going on, so we ran all the way back here.”

Jenny spoke saying, “There is a bridge between the known and unknown worlds and it is very possible that the fatal effects of climate change has bound these trees together to fight against mankind.  Trees must make do with only the resources that they have at hand for their entire lives, thus they must attract or find within their reach all that they require to sustain their existence.  This means that they must be able to re-ingest any waste that they produce, because that waste has become an inescapable part of their environment.”  Susan said, “Jenny please stop trying to impress us with your knowledge of Biology and grab that gun which you told us that your dad has stashed here and open up the shed so we can get the chainsaw, the axe and the hatchet, as we have to rescue Debbie from the clutches of those trees, before it is too late.”

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #359 that uses a picture by Brooke Shaden.

Swollen Head

The arrogant bastard thought that he was more intelligent and more important than anyone else and his exaggerated opinion of himself became his downfall.  He had been impeached twice and survived because his followers all had their heads up his ass, which made him think that he could walk down Madison Avenue and shoot somebody and he would get away with it.  The pompous a-hole ended up contracting Cerebral Edema and it could not have happened to a more deserving prick.  His enormous brain broke through his boney skull as his whole head kept growing till his neck could no longer support the weight.  When he died, his base created a statue of him so they could come by and kiss his feet.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #356 that uses a Google picture.

Working on My Technique

They were her breasts, and most of the women that I have been with referred to their breasts as “their boobs” or “their girls”, and some just called them their left breast and their right breast, but Tatiana gave each one of hers, their own name.  Tatiana called her left boob Ekaterina and her right boob she called Sergei.  She said that she named them after the world champion figure skating pair, which she loved to watch.  Tatiana has a spectacular pair of breasts, which I would consider to be world class, but she did not want this to be her personality trait.  I am a breast guy, I really love breasts, and I like em big or small, perky or slightly saggy, or real or surgically enhanced, as boobs are incredibly awesome, and they’re a lot of fun to play with, but you have to know what you are doing.

I have learned to mix it up, because Tatiana told me that she doesn’t like it when a guy latches on and just keeps on sucking, as that makes her feel like she is a cow, feeding her young and she said it feels like a sucking machine is stuck on her boob.  The other thing she told me that turned her off was a gut kneading her breasts, like he is handling bread dough.  I know enough to use my tongue and give it a few licks and also that I have to work my hands into the mix.  It is surprising that if you ask a woman how she likes it, most of them will be honest with you and even throw in a few pointers, OK that was a pun.  Knowing the right breast and nipple stimulation always enhances sexual arousal, so I am always willing to invest some time with this type of play.  Tatiana did have one quirk about her breasts, as she felt that Sergei was slightly larger than Ekaterina and that is why she gave her right boob the masculine name.

I never noticed any difference between her boobs, but I encouraged her to talk about her breasts and I enjoyed helping her measure them at times.  Talking about Tatiana’s breasts seemed to turn on both of us because her nipples would get so hard and a big part of me was also.  I learned not to zero in on her nipples, because she said that they were always sensitive, so I would massage above and stroke the bottoms and the sides while I was kissing her lips, her ears and working my way down to her lovely neck.  When I thought Tatiana was ready, I would make a move for the dark-colored circle that surrounded her nipples, better known as her areolas.  I would stroke her nipples and then circle my fingers around her areolas.  I watched her face while she smiled and I knew just when she wanted my mouth on her nipples and I always knew that Sergei should get as much attention as Ekaterina.  We never got into any of that nipple clamp stuff and I think it is more exciting by staying real.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #350 that uses the picture Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982.

One with Nature

Alexandra Sophie is a French artist and photographer, who was born in 1992.  She grew up in the Franche-Comté countryside and she discovered photography during her childhood using disposable cameras.  Due to sickness, Alexandra had to stop school and she became a self-taught photographer that loves to make magic with a camera.  Her work focuses on young girls, and she likes to shoot them in natural surroundings with a natural light.  Alexandra lives in a world of fairytales and she likes to believe that in everyone there resides softness, love, dreams and innocence.  Her fine art work questions identity in all forms, human kind and its relations with the environment, sexuality, as well as age and growing up.

Alexandra has found a subject that she cares about and she puts her whole heart into her work, so others can feel her compassion.  She is able to place these beautiful models in unique playful poses that looks so natural and spontaneous.  In this photo above, she is using a technique that she calls the sleep pose where she positions the semi naked girl on her side with her elbows bent so her hands can be placed in front of her face.  To get the look, she needs to ask her model to lie totally still, and this is no easy task with all of the plant life that she surrounds the girl with.  This pose gives off a timeless appeal, that is especially useful for tapping into a dreamy, nostalgic mood.  When Alexandra is not taking pictures, her favorite thing to do is picking flowers while she is wandering through the forest and she uses these flowers to adorn the girl’s hair.  Some of her pictures have an exotic flare, but all of her nude photography is tastefully done.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #348.

I’ve Got the World on a String

‘I’ve Got The World on a String’ was composed by Harold Arlen, and the lyrics were written by Ted Koehler.  This song was written for the twenty-first edition of the Cotton Club series which opened on October 23, 1932, the first of the Cotton Club Parades.  The 21st edition of the Cotton Club Parade was the second production that the songwriting team of Koehler and Arlen wrote for New York’s Cotton Club.  They had one outstanding number from each Parade that went on to be a hit, which was an impressive achievement.  The Harlem Cotton Club closed in 1936, moving to a new location on Broadway and 48th Street, which closed in 1940.  American jazz singer Aida Ward was the first one to perform this song live, but she never recorded it.  The song was recorded and popularized by Cab Calloway who had a #18 hit in 1932.   Frank Sinatra’s single was released on June 15, 1953 which reached #14 on the charts and in 1956 he put this song on his compilation album, This Is Sinatra!.

In Frank Sinatra’s hit song ‘My Way’, he states “Regrets, I’ve had a few”, and this might be about his career back in early 1953, where Sinatra hit bottom.  He couldn’t get a record contract, and he could not even get booked into a nightclub at this time.  It was bad, he was broke, lost his fans, lost his voice, lost his agent, lost his movie contract, lost his TV show and lost his record label.  The singer once said that he wished he had stayed with Nancy Barbato, whom he married in 1939, but instead he dumped the mother of his three children to be with Ava Gardner, and because of Frank’s fame many women made themselves readily available to him.  Gardner and Sinatra seemed to enjoy a lot of the same things, like jazz, alcohol and sex and they were both insecure and dreaded being alone.  A photo capturing them together was taken and it was printed in magazines and newspapers, which caused Frank to fall out of favor with his more conservative fans who criticized him for being unfaithful to his wife and for being unfaithful to her with a woman who was considered by them as morally questionable.  The negative publicity led him on a downward spiral that only recovered after he landed the role of Private Angelo Maggio in the 1953 movie From Here to Eternity.  Frank and Ava wed, but their union lasted two years, however despite their split, Gardner used her influence to help Frank get this part.

When you have the world on a string, you feel happy and confident because things are going your way and it seems like everything will work out for you, because you are in complete control of what is going on in your life.  Instead of having someone or something pulling your strings, things will just fall into your lap, they will drop from the skies, and all things will turn out to be marvelous.   The world seems different when you are in love, you’re sitting on a rainbow and life is beautiful, as long as you have a hold on the string.

I’ve got the world on a string, sittin’ on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life, I’m in love!
I’ve got a song that I sing

I can make the rain go, anytime I move my finger
Lucky me, can’t you see, I’m in love
Life is a beautiful thing, as long as I hold the string
I’d be a silly so and so, if I should ever let go

I’ve got the world on a string, sittin’ on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life, I’m in love
Life is a beautiful thing, as long as I hold the string
I’d be a silly so and so, if I should ever let go
I’ve got the world on a string, sittin’ on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world
Man this is the life
And now I’m so in love!

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #347.

She Comes in Colors

A rainbow followed her like she was a unicorn.  Some people chased after the rainbow looking for a pot of gold, but even when it rained on her parade, she knew that the rainbow was sure to follow.  She never went over the rainbow, but she did catch a rainbow trout one day.  Her radiant beauty allows her to emanate rays like a rainbow, she shoots her colors all around, like a sunset going down.  When she reaches her orgasm, she comes in colors and it is indescribable.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #346.

Oddly Curious

Jeff said, “I really like your new wheels Craig, this ride is far out.  The one thing that I don’t understand is why am I seeing this crescent moon that is straight ahead of us, but when I look in the rear-view mirror, I can see the same moon only reversed in angle and it is black instead of being white.  How can the moon be ahead of us and behind us at the same time?   Mirror images are usually seen as being flipped horizontally, and not vertically, so “Food” in the mirror, would reads as “dooF”, with the letters being backwards, but the reality is that the mirror isn’t flipping things horizontally or vertically at all, it’s actually flipping them along the z direction.  Why would the mirror invert the image colors, that makes the least sense of all?”  Craig replied, “I think that you may be flipped in the z direction, as I told you to only to take one of those green and purple pills.”

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #345.

Newest Ventilators

An increasing number of U.S. Covid-19 patients are surviving after they are placed on mechanical ventilators, which is a last-resort critical care measure that is easy to use and can be utilized in invasive or non-invasive modes.  A new full-featured model gives the patients more comfort by showing them an image of their skeletal system along with these butterflies floating elegantly around to stimulate their lungs to take in more oxygen.  This idea came from Muhammed Ali who coined the phrase “float like a butterfly”.  The flight of the butterfly was diagnosed and it was found to be bumpy as it moved through the air, with lots of ups and downs as it pushed itself forward and this turbulent movement was found to work well for avoiding predators, because as they ducked and weaved, it becomes harder to catch them.

These butterflies have been coded to defend themselves against the coronavirus which enters into the lungs and affects the respiratory track and they are able to stimulate the production of pulmonary ventilation by working in conjunction with your lung muscles.  The primary advantage of these new units is to keep the patients occupied with the graphics, so the ventilators can deliver uninterrupted breathing support which the patients can tolerate.  Patients that have been put on these new ventilators are able to talk and they seem to exhibit less symptoms of gasping for breath.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #344.

Sex in Space

I thought that title would get me more readers than a saxophone in space.  NASA astronauts are only allowed so much space for their personal items, but Jessica Meir wanted to play her saxophone while she was on the International Space Station.  It must have been fun for her floating in zero gravity while playing the instrument.  I wonder what song she was playing?  Jessica likes to keep moving, you know she’s never gonna stop moving, because she’s rolling, she’s the rolling stone.  And when she wakes up, it’s a new morning, the sun is shining, it’s a new morning and she is going, she is going home.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #341.