Entry 5:
Addicition to the InfernoPage 3..nice to see you have made it.
-Sincerely, Puckfly
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Entry 5:
Addicition to the Inferno
As minions of the night, it isn't surprising for us to welcome the night and shun the day...but we do this for many different reasons. Does the daylight hurt our kind? No I think not, however-many more interesting things happen when the sun goes down. But let me jump off the subject of light and dark and get down to describing the night life and this particular aspect....the vampiress' of the night.
Where do I even begin? Ah yes, the first impression: It was humid as if stepping inside a corpse and hearing the resounding thump of the bass echo off the walls much like a heart that still beats. Everywhere in this smoke-filled dance club bodies writhed in unison as if drawn to the smell of sex, perfumes, and alcohol. The resounding beats of Limp Bizkit's "Nookie" are still thumping against my temples! This portion of the night life has been supressed from me for so long...I am indeed addicted to this place, and the prey is still fresh. If you are in the area-join us on Thursday nights for the hunt...just make sure you bring enough money-$3.50 for a bud light is kind of pricey....but then again--Blood is a free alternative....
Entry 5.1: Sensory Overload
This is just an after-thought to what I wrote previously. My friends and co-horts have politely pointed out that I am suffering from sensory overload, which may be the case. All I can think about are the countless bodies moving in unison to the rhythm of the night. Entranced by the movement as well as the "eye candy" and I cannot think about anything else now. When I close my eyes, all I see are patrons at the club, dancing seductively. The beats still vibrate against my skin...I am experiencing a transformation inside me, and I know I cannot stop it.
There is a little gathering that will be taking place every thursday at the haven known as "Inferno", and I must say that things really heat up in there. The Isle of MTV's Fantasies has nothing on this place or the people packed inside. All I can say is "Hell yeah...and that's the bottom line!" Sorry, that was uncharacteristic of me I know, but in this place...what character are YOU meant to play? The suave playboy? The flatteringly cute yet under-sexed frat boy? or the geeky wall-flower nursing a $3 bottle of tap water....?
Entry 6: Wordless Seduction
She didn't have to say a word to me, yet I was under her spell. She is like a vision of beauty unlike any I have ever laid eyes upon before. I know not her name, yet we both share a common interest in one of the forms of art: Photography. Words cannot begin to describe what I have felt, yet I will try to describe what I saw and in that I hope you can appreciate how I felt then, and how I feel now...
Today could not come soon enough, for we share tuesday's only. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say, and it must be true....for I cannot wait until the next meeting. But I am getting ahead of myself..it all started three weeks ago, when I first saw her sitting in the room. I had come in late (as always) and what first brought her to my attention was her hair-do. It was cut playfully short (above her neck, somewhat) and she had a cute up-turned nose (so I thought) that leads the eye to her eyes...points of bright inquisitive diamond light. It was after that first glimpse of the facial features (I'm a sucker for a face...I guess I am doomed to be a portrait photographer.-naaah!) that I began tracing the curves from her neck down to her ankles...perfect symetry all around. It was as if the same body type of Christine Aguilera and Britney Spears was bestowed upon this girl before me....
That was then. Today she spotted me walking from the art building while she was fiddling with her Nikon N60. She greeted me with her angelic voice and I gave back a response...why did she have to wear white today? It's such an angelic color to be stirring devlish thoughts...especially when the lights go out. This was such the case during a rare slide show today. She came in late and sat next to me (Oh joy of joys) and not necessarily the way a nice girls sits either. Legs crossed, uncrossed and opened, creeping into my "territory" so to speak. But I cared not, for I was but an ogre that was sitting next to a creature of beauty. During the slide show, she kept falling asleep, and oh how sleep brings out the innocence in a person. If you do not believe me, then look at pictures of sleeping babes....ah how they resemble cherubs, no?
It was kind of ironic how today's slide show was on the importance of light and shadows, and how one can capture each through various techniques to convey a mood. I was half studying the slide show and half studying the mirage that was seated next to me. I understood, at the instant she stretched her entire body while still seated, the wonders of lights and shadows. The light cast from the slide projector and being bounced off the projection screen illuminated her entire torso from head to foot....She had an amazing curve that started at the slope of the neck, formed nicely around the breast and descended below into the legs. She was definately a work of art in my eyes...and now I have known beauty and have been hypnotized by it. I close my eyes and I see her. I dream about her now... I cannot understand how she is able to do this and was able to do this before even saying hello to me...But I vow to snap a picture of her and scan it for the world to see her beauty...if she agrees...
Thank you for your time everyone, if you've made it this far...I don't know if I've illuminated anything with my recent rambling, but if you've made it this far, then I thank you whole heartedly for sharing this journey with me...I can't promise anything as far as future events are concerned, but I will tell you this: Everything I write is true emotions..I will only write when something stirs me so deep inside I feel I need to share it with you, and so I say thank you again, for letting me be part of your life...and with that I'll stop this rambling and think about this girl, who's name I cannot recall, since we haven't formally met...yet.