I have always been too lenient with the dark side of my nature. I am always toying with that fine line that we know we should not cross, teetering on the edge to see juuuust how long I can stand it or how far I can go before I turn back. I suppose this is one of those situations. (Due to professional concerns, I do not post public pictures.) NOT looking to hook up, just conversation when I am bored. ===Thought I would put one of my favorite poems here=== THE SECOND COMING Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of pionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? -- William Butler Yeats, January 1919