A Poem for Our Day
Just a little bit of respect to our day of remembrance. Lyssa is coming over tonight, I’m picking her up from Campbelltown station at 7:45 p.m. tonight but let’s just get straight to the poem because I have to get off now.
How many times can I apologize,
I’m sorry, please forgive me, I’m sorry,
Where I buried for thee my past demise,
I’m sorry, please forgive me, I’m sorry,
Where I should have shown but none deceitful,
I’m sorry, forgive me, please forgive me,
For bestowing you with lies unlawful,
I’m sorry, forgive me, please forgive me,
I’m sorry for all the hurt I’th induced,
For all the anguish and tears that didst fall,
For all fresh wounds I’th opened profusely,
And foremost my lies I repress overall,
Unto my mischief that walketh through mud,
All my condolence comes thick as mine blood,
Waking Up to Phone Calls
Before I head off as the time is 6:36 p.m. now due to me having a shower in preparation of getting ready let me speak of the day so it doesn’t lag on again. Today I was called around midday by Ralf telling me that he had a brand new mobile phone. Too tired to talk I informed him that I would call back when I was awake. Two hours later Lyssa gave me a call and still half asleep we talked about the night happening.
Lyssa was trying to forget her plans but her only problem was coming to my house. Lyssa’s brother wouldn’t drive her over in Carleigh’s car and when she had Carleigh on the phone she asked if Kuper could give her a lift but the selfish bitch said no. Her reason “I don’t anyone driving around in my car” yet Carleigh gave Kuper the car to drive around so what gives. After my telephone conversation I went back to sleep waking up at 3:00 p.m.
Lyssa gave me a second call and even though I was waking up she quickly got off the phone telling me she would give me some time to sleep. Despite my bid to stay on the phone she was more willing to let me have my sleep. Calling Lyssa back after ten or so minutes she was on the phone and angry. Asking why she was so angry Lyssa told me she would call me back with that answer and got back to her call.
A Photo Shoot Rip Off
When Lyssa rang me back she was hysterical and upset at the woman called Tabitha regarding her photo’s. Lyssa was under the impression that she would get her photo’s after the photo shoot but Tabitha laughed and said “No dear”. The price for each photo if Lyssa wanted to keep one was $100, what a ridiculous price. Lyssa broke down in anger but didn’t show it on the phone despite her obvious loss of $350 for nothing.
Ralf and His New Phone
While I was speaking to Lyssa about this Ralf had come to my house and while I was upstairs collecting some food that my parents had just made on the barbeque I answered the phone upstairs. That’s where Lyssa and I had our conversation for about ten minutes while Ralf was downstairs waiting. You might think that’s a bit rude but Ralf gave me the same treatment for longer when I was at his one day so go figure. Finally telling Lyssa that someone was downstairs for me she let me go in a huff and puff because she thought I didn’t care about her problem.
Seating my food on the ground I listened to Ralf tell me about his new phone that is a duplicate of Keith’s phone. What’s with this group, first it was buying cars then it was buying the ‘Play Station’. Next on the following list was the Hawaiian shirt and now people are buying mobiles from each other and to suit each other. Myself, I’ve never followed this trend but I was close to buying a ‘Play Station’ for my own purposes. Never have I been a follower and not really considering myself a leader anymore, I lead myself.
Ralf read some of my Greek books I stole from Airds High School as he read about Alexander the Great. After all his bogus stories I told him that I had to eat and soon after that he left to eat at home.
Plans for Saturday Night
Calling Lyssa back we talked about getting together tonight and after reading Lyssa the poem that I had just written we made arrangements. Since Lyssa can’t get a lift of any sort she has decided to meet me at Campbelltown station where she will catch a bus to from her house. From there we will both catch a bus to my house and while here we will spur a great night of pleasure.
A Dream Worth Noting
Just one more thing before I go which I think should deserve a mention. This morning upon waking up near 3:00 p.m. I had one of those wet dreams but this one was superb. I was dreaming that we were in a house sort of like the one we rented at ‘Waves’ but with two separate rooms. One was larger but the one where I had my ordeal was the smaller room with two bunks. One of the bunks had heaps of blankets on top and it was concealed in darkness.
Remembering that this girl and I stopped (Where this girl would have been nothing to fancy, she was sort of Pavlina’s build but with a half decent face) we decided to get down to business. Concealed behind the blankets I took down my pants and she gave me oral straight away. This might sound a tad explicit but you can read other parts now if you would like, you have been warned. As she was giving me oral I made the position as pleasurable for me as I could pretty much over the top of her head having her lie on the ground.
With my legs spreading for pleasure I asked her if she would swallow so we wouldn’t get any on the carpet, it was a big thing to me. She nodded her head and then I came and I remember very distinctly that she tried her best to eat it all and at one stage almost took her mouth away but cared more for my complete satisfaction. It seemed as if she was swallowing a whole drink with how long this orgasm went for me, that’s when I woke up and felt fulfilled.
The cleanup came up just after that and that was a great way to wake up, a great feeling to feel. There is a better positive to this, if Lyssa and I do anything sexual tonight I will probably last much longer due to the fact that I’ve already gone off before we get together. I could be wrong but if anything happens tonight which I strongly feel will then we shall talk about it in the next entry.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
