Sopef Log for July, 2004
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Nectar of Godliness
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, July 8, 2004 00:10:50“It's icky,” she says. Say what!? That's like telling an addict that cocaine is “icky”. But don't take my word for it; ask the king, father of kings.
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Swim Un-Wear
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Saturday, July 10, 2004 14:48:17I call it “swim un-wear”, since the attraction of its design is the ease of not wearing it at all. Now, that's some real innovation.
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Spam Spam Spam: Comments & Trackback
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, July 11, 2004 13:37:06Comment and trackback spam sucks. I feel so fucking brilliant for having this utterly obvious idea to solve the problem. I think someone owes me a blow job.
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The Ringleader (of submissives)
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, July 11, 2004 23:00:23I have neither seen or nor spoken to her, but I think I'm in love with Remittance Girl already.
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Investiture
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Tuesday, July 13, 2004 09:10:46*sigh*
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A Taste
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Wednesday, July 14, 2004 23:07:34
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Remittance Girl's Trifecta
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Saturday, July 17, 2004 13:31:45Remittance Girl now becomes the first person in SOPEF's history to garner the attention of three Log postings in one week. Thanks to her assistance, we now have a happy ♀ favicon!
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Out of the Cave
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Saturday, July 17, 2004 23:48:44I am beginning to emerge from the cave where I have been hibernating for the past six months. Naturally, as I blink uncertainly and try to acclimate to this thing called “sunlight”, I have a few questions.
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Intimacy
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, July 22, 2004 04:40:55Mouth to mouth, skin against skin, flesh unto flesh and chest pressed to chest, we coalesce and I hold you. You are totally mine.
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Owned
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, July 22, 2004 12:00:32Neither future nor past may now ever deny that at this single moment frozen in space and time, I have possessed you.
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The Light-Well
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, July 22, 2004 12:00:36A single object sat on the large table beneath the skylights. Though it brightened the room, it also seemed somehow to dim it by comparison; for the object shone brilliantly, penetrating the space around it, dividing it even while fulfilling its purpose. “That, my dear girl, is a light-well.”
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The Christening
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, July 22, 2004 18:02:36It is a sacred duty, the calling of things in intimate knowledge. He would do this right; for he knows well the secrets of a trust far deeper than simple identification.
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Black of Hellish Cold
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, July 25, 2004 04:36:29
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No Rest for the Wicked
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, July 25, 2004 11:07:08I am a sexist, racist, fascist, capitalist, imperialist anarchist authoritarian. Just letting you know.
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Discipline of Survival
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, July 25, 2004 14:46:33Sex and discipline. Discipline and survival. Sex and survival. The three form a triumvirate of solid pillars upon which to rest the foundations of success in life and happiness.
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Illusions
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, July 25, 2004 16:37:49Life is an illusion, a dream of the soul; and thus is it richly fitting to weave illusions within illusions, patterns within patterns to add new tastes to life's delicious repertoire. There are many ways to approach this; one is through optical illusions.
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Animated: A Call For Submissions
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, July 25, 2004 17:36:52I see you daily as numbers and hostnames in my server logs. Now, I want to hear from you — yes, you.
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If Not Alive: Sex and Survival, Part 2
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Monday, July 26, 2004 15:39:11On one of the worst nights of my life, I phone-sexed one of my lovely Internet girls.
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If Not Alive (Part 2, With a Poll)
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Tuesday, July 27, 2004 03:39:04My anguish for you is the hiss of a frozen blade sliding forth from its scabbard to slice the dead flesh of this gangrenous wound away from my body so it does not infect me.
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“It Existed.”
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Tuesday, July 27, 2004 10:18:04“Hush, sweet girl,” I crooned in her ear. “Nothing is vanished. It was beautiful and can never be taken away from you. It existed.”
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Nourishing Beauty
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Saturday, July 31, 2004 11:29:52I need this strength; I need this power. I take avidly to my rations of spiritual bliss with the same edgy discipline as a soldier in the field met with a rare hot meal.