Rebranding

Well just that I suppose.

I am having trouble finding a good background.  Well, suitable.  To my needs.  At this current junction in time.

Sexual deviant.

That.

To those ideas, we just watched Russel Brand's special Messiah Complex.  And the interview about it on MSNBC.  Both hilarious and thought-provoking.  Both were.  Both were, both.  There.
Sorry, youtube break.  Which is funny cause youtube seems broken.
Hey!  I can see now!  Thanks friendly neighborhood asian!  Now if only I could type.
Back to Brand.
He makes some very interesting points and observations.  He also has an incredible grasp of the english language and an impressive vocabulary.
He was also funny.
But I wonder just how much is his own personal belief, and how much is just show.  I would imagine a good mix of both.  Go watch it, it's worth it.

Now on to the main point of this conversation that you didn't even know.
Love
Lust
Admiration
Infatuation

These are all things that seem to come and go.  Much like a tide.  And that rhymes when you use the rest.
We all can attest to the fact that we have the ability to love more than one person.  And that love comes in such a grand variety.
But why do we still hold onto the confines of only loving one person at time.  And by no means do I mean cheating.  I mean being open and honest with anyone we are with in any way.

Ahh, stories.  We make our own story don't we?  And yet are fascinated by stories other than our own.  Probably because they have something different than ours, and perhaps something we find ourselves wanting but missing.
So randomly I've been  watching a series from HBO called True Detective.  With Woody Harrelson and Matthew Maconoheigh.  However you spell his name.  Now this is oddly in the same vein but yet not as the earlier comments.  Because the show is mainly about rape, murder, and unfaithfulness.  At least that's what I've gotten from it so far.  But it is fascinating in its own right.  Still don't want that though.  Especially the rape or the murder.
::wink::
That's supposed to lighten the mood.  Now to bring it back down.

We will return to your normally broadcasted broadcast in a moment.

I, lately, 1. Cannot type, and B. Have been feeling extremely disconnected.  I mean, I spent December and January away in the literally god-forsaken land of West Virginia.  Where everything ended pretty well awful.  And then come the first half of February, left for New York for one of the greatest/most expensive trips I have ever had in this life so far.  And upon returning and figuring how to recover, left for Boone.  Well, Hickory and Boone.  Mainly to now catch up what was lost.  Still worth it.
But to the point.  I feel very little connection to a concept of home now.  Even our place, albeit is our place, doesn't feel the same right now.  Understandable as I HAVEN'T BEEN THERE!   And the only person I still feel really connected to is my wonderful wife, but yet, I haven't gotten to see her beauty much lately.  And I'm sorry my friends.  I must seem like a ghost at this point.

So I'm just saying, it's curious to see the intersecting lines between having a discussion with ones significant other about polyamory, becoming increasingly disconnected with what I thought the world was, and watching a show revolving around the worst things humans can do to each other.
Just sayin.

Although I would imagine with anyone else, this cocktail of thoughts would be dangerous.  Lucky for me, they aren't new.  I'm seasoned.  Ok I kind of had a joke lined up for that but lost it.  Poop.

Again though, and on a potentially final note, not all of these thoughts will stay around.  Some with come and go, while other intensify and wither.  Everything metronome-y.

I really should make a religion::COUGHcultCOUGH:: around metronomes.

Ok not done apparently.  The fingers ache to type.  I have unleashed the beast!  And I still have my pants on!  seriously though, I do.  I swear.  Don't look at me like that.  Wait until after I mention this dream.

So two more things:
I have apparently started sleep talking/more like yelling again.
Last night I had a dream.  A very, sexual, dream.  All I can remember from it was the fact that I was in a room or house, with about 3 other rooms that could be seen.  It really reminded me more of a dorm or office to be precise.  And there were about 5 other people in my field of vision, mostly female I'm sure.  With only a small number wearing clothes.  I was still male.  Just to keep you on track.  While I was leaning against a door jam, this chick sitting on a couch and I catch sight of two other chicks kinda, dancing, mimicking something on perhaps another screen in the next room.  It is humorous to watch.  And chick on the couch says, "That makes absolutely no sense."  My response, "Agreed."  We both shared a quick laugh as we were just about the only ones to notice, and then she gets up off the couch, revealing she is completely naked, strolls over to me, and by stroll I mean dream, one minute she's standing up, the next she's in front of me, and says, "I think you and I will do just fine together."  And then we are magically transported to another room.  Where shenanigans were actually about to begin, but then I woke up.  And I'm just glad my roommate in this hotel was still asleep.
Attention, see at.
The interesting part is how my subconscious creates females in my dreams.  I have dreamt about an alien chick before.  But this chick was rather shorter than me,  curvy to a desirable degree, had awesome boobs, and was blonde.  My mind is a strange, I don't know if I'd call it wonderful place.
Also and last, I have been fighting and seemingly winning a strange bronchial thing.
Wish me luck.

And more than anything kiddies, keep those minds open.

Sexy, feeling strange.