Silver Coin

"Every day we face the same truth that life is fleeting, that our time here is short and to honor the fallen we must live our own lives well."-MoopyDruvine

New TV Channel

So, if I was going to invent a TV channel/station, I would make it soft porn. Jokingly, like Fox, but I admit it:). Examples would be: Cruel Intentions, Sex in the City (ABC version or HBO version after 11pm). I don't know if the words soft porn is exactly what I want, but I think it's right. It would be for stress release, not sexual release. It's to have you enjoy enough to release endorphins which helps with stress. Now, it would be hard to decide what gets added. Like, some scenes from Pretty Women are good, but it's a long movie. Would it be worth it to watch the whole thing. And a family guy episodes with sides boobs was funny.

Now, when I have the channel, I may add in the evening, sexual ideas for monogamous relationships. Like porn for the catholic couples (married), preformed by a catholic married couple. Or an exploration of Carma-Sutra, to help the monogamous relationships. [As a
person, I think monogamous relationships are the only way. You start jumping partners, and you are wasting your soul away.]

I may never get to see my new channel, b/c I only have basic limited cable (I'm cheap). Well, until it is created, enjoy your brothel, but remember, it's not sexual desires, it's non-stress desires.

The Difference

The sand felt cold between my toes, as I remember the first time I met him. We were slow dancing on the pier. There was always slow dancing on the pier but I was in love. We jumped into the ocean; me in my white diamond studded formal dress, not caring how wet it got. When he first kissed me in that ruff ocean, it was romance.
Then it all goes to hell…
There was the intro of jive on the pier and it was wild. His kisses had more than romantic, it was burning. We were making out on my bedroom floor, as we rolled around. It would feel like we were drag racing against each other and passing joints back & forth. I remembered his six strongest friends carried his coffin that day. It didn’t rain.
The wind today is hiding my unimportant tears.