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<description><![CDATA[I'm interested in Arthurian legends, Knightly Ideals, and there applications in todays world!]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Vampire Lover]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<font color="#bf005f" size="1" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"> <div style="text-align:center; "><em></em></div></font> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em>It's a beautiful night as I walk through the forest on the edge of town. The moon rises high in the heavens casting a soft white glow upon the ancient wood as a gentle breeze rustles the leaves and causes the trees to sway to a fro as though they were dancing to some long forgotten tune. Softly I walk along when suddenly a glint catches my eye deep within the wood, and a shadowy figure glides silently through the ancient oaks. Gently I take hold of my rapier, and head off to look closer at this mysterious apparition.</em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em>What seems like an eternity I chase a shadow deeper, and deeper into the wood, becoming ever more lost, and determined. I've never lost my prey, neither in love, hunt, or battle, and I'll be damned if it happens now. After a while In frustration I sit down to take a break, and take a deep drought from my flask. Suddenly in rage I get up, and yell aloud "Who, or what are you that you should elude me"! Slowly I scan the surrounding wood, and see nothing. Finally I turn around to reach for my flask and coat, when suddenly I'm confronted by a shadowy figure of a woman dressed in a cloak with fiery eyes staring as if you were look into my very soul. I try to reach for my sword, but to know avail, for I am frozen in disbelief.</em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em>Softly I wake up In a soft bed the moonlight cascading over the shadowy areas, and the soft red glow from what seems like a hundred candles dance upon the golden tapestries that hang from the high walls. I look under the covers of the bed, and notice my clothes are gone, and in a panic I leap from the bed. Startled, and confused I race around the room like a trapped beast looking for my clothes and a way out. Suddenly I hear a noise, and turn around.</em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em>There she is standing before me. her eyes both fearful, and soothing. I'm powerless against you, and willing. I gaze upon her soft round body and grin with excitement. her beautiful round face, full lips, plump round belly and hips. My cock leaps with excitement as I gaze upon her. With a grin she looks down and walk towards me wrapping her soft arms around my neck. Quickly I grab her in my arms and kiss her my hard cock presses against the soft folds of her belly filling me with even more desire. Softly I kiss her, her lips, neck, heavy breasts, giving in to my carnal desires.</em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em>Tenderly she pulls away, taking my hand she leads me to the bed, and turns around to kiss me once more. Softly I take her and push you back upon the bed. Slowly, and tenderly I kiss my way down her ample body, her back arches with acceptance, and she gives a soft moan. Finally I come to her soft round thighs, and gently part them kissing them as I do. I grin as a sit there kneeling before her gazing upon her soft full pussy. <strong>"Hmm",</strong> I think, <strong>"this is going to be a pleasure".</strong> Softly I begin licking her inner thighs, kissing, nibbling, teasing all around her warm wet pussy, getting ever closer with each tease, until at last I'm there. </em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em>Softly I lick up and down it with each stroke getting ever deeper. I feel her fingers running through my hair pulling it, and moaning with delight. As I drive my tongue ever deeper I reach under with my finger and softly, but firmly begin rubbing her anus. I can feel the excitement building within her as her back arches, and nails begin digging into my scalp as she pulls me closer, and deeper into her pussy. </em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em>With a soft cry she shudders as I bury my tongue deep within her lapping all her juices, softly I drive my finger deep within her ass, all goes quiet, and her breathing changes. I know she's close, I can feel her muscles tense, and I feel the cool sweat running down her body. Suddenly her back arches, and her nails dig deep into my neck as she crys out with excitement. Suddenly she explodes, as my eager tongue laps up her essence, making my cock hurt from excitement. Passionately she pulls my hair, and I rise before her, my cock resting upon her quivering body. <strong>"You better fuck me, you'd better, or you won't make it out of here alive mortal"</strong>! she roars at me her eye's aglow with excitement. </em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em><font size="4"><strong>"My pleasure"</strong> I charge back. Passionately I reach down and kiss her, and place the head of my now engorged cock on the entrance to her very wet, very hot pussy. Softly I thrust, and drive it, then pull it out teasing her. In raged she drives her nails into my back pulling me in driving my cock deep within. With utter joy I drive it as deep and hard as I can go. She moans with each thrust trying to stay in control, but to know avail. With a cry she explodes again, pulling me hard against her breast as I drive deep and hard within her. I can feel mine building, the sweat pouring off of me my breathing becoming heavier, my heart pounding as if it'll explode I try to control it, I try to prolong it, but to now avail, with a roar I explode deep within her filling her with my hot cum. In exhaustion we co lapse together under the crimson sheets and the opal moon, lovers.</font></em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><em><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font size="4"></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em></em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "><font color="#bf005f" size="4" face="trebuchet ms, sans-serif"><em>The next day I arise to a splitting headache, fully clothed near the road I was on the night before. Upon me lay a single rose, a letter. I reach to rub my aching neck only to be startled by blood. Knowing she could have killed me, I wonder if it is a warning, or an invitation. I get up, smell the rose, dust off, and head home, eagerly waiting to read the letter, and perhaps to run into her again!</em></font></div> <div style="text-align:center; "></div>]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 16:56:31 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Projects]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Tomorrow I'll work on my knights helm, some hair pins, a flanged mace, and a Fat girl pendant I have in my head.]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 08:22:26 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Another attack on Christianity!]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p>Ah yes, the new Cameron film about the truth of the Christ, and his wife. Also the news saying that this would shed light on old misconceptions about Jesus, and challenge the faith of Christians everywhere! NOT MINE, it just makes mine stronger. The more and more the left, and anti Christian hate groups attack, the more my faith becomes stronger. You never hear of Attacks on Muslims, pagans, witches, Hindus, and other groups, Hollywood, and the left always attack Christianity, and our long held beliefs. </p> <p>To me it's blasphemy, and should be driven into the sea, but it also reaffirms that Christianity is the right way to go. It also may finally wake up a long apostate church into some sort of reaction. I do admire the conviction of some of the Muslims, in that they won't take these kind of attacks laying down. The world may actually succeed one day in wiping Christianity from the map, but it's going to be because of Christendoms lack of a will to fight. I'm sorry, I strongly believe in turning the other cheek, but after that's been struck, there's none left, and the battle should ensue. Yes, I'm a Christian, but I also believe I should have just as much of a right to defend my faith as everyone else. I am not a lay down, and take it Christian, deal with it!</p>]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 14:06:17 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for February 22, 2007]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Currently working on a early 13th century great helm for my crusader garb.]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 18:20:15 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Music, an excuse to kill?]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><font color="#0000ff"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode, Lucida Grande">The </font>answer for me, is no! I listen to a variety of music, from Gothic, to medieval, and know matter the lyrics, it never gave me the urge to go out, and do what the music said. I personally really enjoy listening to Type o Negative. Does Type o, make me want to go around biting people? No, I was already like that long before I heard about them. Now there has been a few times I've wanted to kill someone due to music, but because it was three in the morning and it sounded like the block was being invaded by Twisted Sister. Again I have to say down in my heart this excuse is do to a lack of wanting to take responsibility for being just evil, a lack of parental control, a lack for anything better to do, and a feelings based society.</font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff">Some people are just evil sorry, it's the truth, I've run into them.</font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff">Parents either don't care, don't want to offend their children, or too busy working to pay bills thanks to high taxes to pay attention to their children. Sad but true. </font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff">A lack of anything better to do, no where to go for safe entertainment, boredom, no work, etc.</font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff">Feelings based, in that if it feels good do it. Unfortunately know one expects the consequences IE pregnancies, drugs, alcoholism, ST D's, death etc. Not everything that feels good at the time, should be done.</font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff">Until we stop putting up excuses like music, movies, and so on, and except responsibility for mistakes, oopses, and just some people being evil, how can we ever fix our society?</font></p> <p></p>]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 17:56:23 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Chivalry, is it dead]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<font size="6"> <p>Chivalry, is it Dead!</p></font><font size="2"> <p>Chivalry, is it really dead like so many claim, especially women. Of course it's not dead, just seriously wounded, and neglected. First of all, Chivalry, is NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT. So of course, it's out in the cold.</p> <p>Why, well partly Feminism(modern sense), and men.</p> <p>First Feminism, I personally applaud the efforts of the founders of the feminist movement, and their intent, equality in the work place, under the law, and yes to a degree in the home. I have a very Prechristian Celtic view on women, I believe in a strong powerful woman, and I demand it. I want the woman I'm with to be able to take everything I can. I demand the woman I'm with to have a brain, and use it I want a woman that when I'm gone, has the strength, and courage to defend our child, and carry on. My wife, stands with me, faces me toe to toe, doesn't back down, defends our child, has a depth, and wisdom unmatched by any I've ever known, and is my wisdom, and patience. We have been through deaths, an eviction, family quarrels, and so on, and because of God, and Her, We've made it.</p> <p>Unfortunately, feminism, has gone way off base, and has become very belligerent, hateful, immoral, degrading to women everywhere whom chose to stay at home, rude, and degrading to men, and genocidal.</p> <p>Now the men. I'm sorry, I don't care how much of a bitch someone can be, try to be chivalrous to them. Doing this not only is polite, but proves to the world of women that we as men are still here, we will not change, we will not be bullied, we will not step down from our God given order to be me, and take care of our families. Now don't take this as a reason to go forth and conquer. Oh no, I'm going to say something biblical AHHHHH! The Bible says, Love your wife, like Christ loved the church and be willing to give all for her. Now this can apply to both married, and unmarried. Treat women with respect, honor, and love. Men expect women to bow down, and kiss their feet every time they walk in. Wrong, That's stupid, Do you really want a slave? Why? Wouldn't rather have someone who can stand with you, fight alongside you, carry the load of daily life alongside you? You want women to honor you, etc, Do the same for them, and they'll do it for you. In closing, Yes the Bible says wives submit, but says nothing about slavery. It also says, Don't be unevenly yoked, Translated, be with your equal, and you'll be happy! Chivalry is only dead in the individual whom chooses to let it die.</p></font>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 16:05:20 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Fat Woman]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<font color="#c00000" size="7" face="Lucida Sans Unicode, Lucida Grande"> <p>Fat Woman!</p></font><font size="2"> <p><font color="#c00000" face="Lucida Sans Unicode, Lucida Grande">Ahh Fat woman, is there any kind more beautiful. Yes, shocking, I said beautiful.</font></p> <p><font color="#c00000" face="Lucida Sans Unicode, Lucida Grande">I personaly love fat women, I think there sexy, beautiful, and a joy to be around. 99% of the ones I've been around have been strong, intelligent, beautiful, passionate, romantic and yes, very good in bed. I'm not afraid to admit, that I love'm, in fact I married a very beautiful, mysterious dark haired beauty, and we've been happily married for years. I'm sorry, I just like a woman with enough ass I can grab, bounces every time she walks, and has an attitude that she's a queen, and to hell with everyone else. </font></p> <p><font color="#c00000" face="Lucida Sans Unicode, Lucida Grande">Throughout history, from primitive, to not so long ago, fat women were considered to be beautiful. After all, whats the Earth mother? a Fat woman. I don't call fat women BBW, Thick, etc, I call'em fat, and proud to do so. Truth is wimpy men can't handle a Fat woman. Why do I say that? 95% of the complaints I've heard is she's bitchy, demanding, etc. So, grow some balls, and be a man she can look up to, and maybe she'll stop being bitchy.</font></p> <p><font color="#c00000" face="Lucida Sans Unicode, Lucida Grande">I'm so tired of the whining men, and society, dancing around the issue, or being hateful. Truth is, women aren't supposed to look like 12yr old boys, not supposed to be filled up with silicon, and they do it because of men. That, I think gives women the right to be bitchy. Further more, if men expect all woman kind to be a size 2, God Forbid, then I personally as a man, believe they should all have to loose weight, get penis enlargements, and look like Arnold. Also, all you closet admirers, shame on you, because of your unwillingness to stand up, your contributing to the stigma, eating dissorders, and low selfesteem, of present, and future Fat women everywhere. In closing, and old puritan saying comes to mind, "God bless me with a full barn, and a Fat wife".</font></p></font>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 18:38:49 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[The need for Knights, and moral base!]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<font size="4"> <p>The need for Knights!</p></font><font size="2"> <p>My belief is that Knights are needed now, more than ever. I firmily believe that there is a place, for the romanticiezed Arthurian ideals. Now, what does Romanticized mean to me. A quest for honor, loyalty, duty, strength, mercy, love, chastity, faithfulness etc. All these things are attainable, if we want them. </p> <p>Unfortunately, we live in a modern world, where morales, and virtues are frowned upon as being outdated, extremisim, and intolerance. Outdated, yes by a pleasure seeking world whom never plans for the consequences. Extremist, yes, if you have know will power, and know self control. Intolerant, yes, intolerant of injustice, evil, murdering of the innocent, intolerant of apostacy, intolerant of turning a blind eye. To me, if you know there is evil being done, and you ignore it, you condone it. </p> <p>I believe that yes we need knights, and we need a return to some kind of morale base. If we don't, we are doomed to repeat the disasterous falling of Rome, the Etruscans, and many other civilizations that became greedy for pleasure without responsibility. </p> <p>Before we as a society can stand truely morale, and blameless as a whole, we have know right to question any society on issues of human rights, power/conquest, mass genoside, or any other topic which we wreak on our own people, from the very innocent, to the very old. In closing, our founding Fathers declared with Divine Guidence that We The People are free, but they did it with a morale conviction, and the idea of freedom with responsibilty.</p></font>]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 16:03:20 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for February 16, 2007]]></title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 16 Feb 2007 06:21:04 GMT</pubDate>
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