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Three new reviews up, two gigs and one Ep review.

Kunt & The Gang at Zaks with supports

Ollie And The Wallies at the Pitz with supports.

Ep review of "Liberal Containment" by Aurora's Shadow

I also have about 5 reviews coming up for bands on Friday, another Cd review due soon and my first band interview in a few weeks.

I thought I was in love, Completely and utterly. Little did I know that I was only desperate to feel it. I was lying to myself and not even knowing it.

I curled up in his arms and felt his hardness against my thigh, and slid away, but he pulled me close. I gave in, aching to be fulfilled.. but that's not what I got. It was nothing like you hear or read or see. I didn't feel anything until he was all the way in. And then I felt pain. He pulled out and I rolled over on top of him, trying to get some sort of pleasure out of the act. But nothing came of. I rolled back and he followed, only focusing on his thrusts. That was when I stopped him. The jerk hadn't even bothered to get the right sized condom.. it slid off. I rolled away from him and pretended to be too tired, but really, I was scared

You see, the last thing I wanted was to get pregnant. The last thing I wanted was to doubt his love
but by the gods, I did doubt his love. It felt real at moments, fake at others.
I was fading in and out of unconsciousness when I felt him enter again, this time rougher. Harder. I felt no pleasure. I pretended.

My body shivered when I woke the next morning. I glanced around and realized he was there still, pressed close to me.

St Patrick's came and he partied. I didn't. I couldn't. But he got drugged and drunk and had sex with some girl, a complete slut who was convinced she was better for him than I was. She even went after me through the internet. I wanted to hurt her. At that time I still was convinced I loved him.
When he left for Indiana, to turn himself in, I convinced myself I still loved him, that everything was fine, but deep down, something inside of me ached. Burned. Told me that it was all lies. I wanted desperately to feel that love that I felt at the beginning. I wanted to feel safe. But I didn't.
When I finally broke it to his mom that I wasn't feeling the same, she understood, delivered the news. He was in jail. I felt like crap.
By that time, what little ties there were had broken on my end. I hurt to think that I hurt him, but at the same time, part of me knew. He had lied. Cheated, torn me apart, and all the while never gave me pleasure.. only pain.
Later, September, I realize how terrible he really was to me. I have a new boyfriend, the first one since the cheater, and he's kind, sweet, gentle. Goofy, and fun to be with. And last night, I gave him my "second virginity." I swear, I will never look back at my ex again. Ever. He ruined me.. left me hurting and worried. I still find myself worrying about what my new boyfriend is doing, even though deep down, when he looks at me, I feel the love. I see it in his eyes. It's not lies. I know beyond the merest glimmer of doubt that he would not hurt me.. and that keeps me going to strike the next day with a smile and a higher step. I can't get enough of his laugh, his soft caresses. And I know, without even realizing it sometimes, that he is what a man truly is. Gentle, kind, protective... and when I stare deep into his eyes, I DON'T see the darkness within him, like I did with my ex. I see a glimmer of mischief and hope, a happy glow, and.. me.

Here's what I have so far for the musical I am writing

STALKED

Breif : Adrian Jackson wakes up one day, to find out his entire life has been turned into a musical. Trivial matters being discussed in song, why is this happening?

Scene three :
Outside the house, the whole street has exploded into song about morning, and how great it is, similar to that of one of those broadway morning scenes,
except more council estate. Adrian is confused, but asks no questions

Scene four :
Inside the car on the way to work, Adrian is skipping through channels on the radio and settles on something in a very boring voice discussion very boring
subjects, general BBC Radio 4 stuff. The voice on the radio slowly creeps into song. I need to listen to shit radio before I write anything for this bit. Joy

Scene five :
At work, Adrian works in an office job, boring, drab, dull dull dull. Adrians co-workers start tapping in a rhythm to the next song to be sang, at this point,

I know how it ends, but I can't tell you that can I?

Hello. My name is Adrian Jackson. Sorry it's taken so long to respond to this, but I actually overslept this morning, and so I didn't leave my home on a former council estate until quite late, and got stuck listening to a tedious program on Radio 4 about the new super-sewer they're building in London as I drove to work.

I was pointed at this thread by one of my co-workers at my somewhat drab office job who is now tapping rhythmically at his keyboard. I may have to have him killed.

Anyway, given all that, can you tell me how it ends? I mean, obviously I've got a right to know, and it would make it easier for me to make any plans for the future.

Hilarious! Thanks the laugh woke me up a little bit.

Ummmm, I never finished writing it, due to other commitments, but, you hang yourself, your feet tapping out a steady rhythm to the stool you kicked yourself off.

Sorry *hugs*

But now you know how to prevent your death!

I burn all my stools tonight!

(Or maybe wait until November 5th, because I'm a cheapskate and I can get a decent free bonfire out of it that way...)