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October 31, 2008

where i have been

Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 6:45 am

People I want to tell you…
People I want to share
this ka story of mine….
: There was this teacher
she called me to class
: and said my pants were too long
: but she was ok with long things
she said my hair was disorganised,
: but she said she was ok with hairy things
: She said my shirt was hanging loose
: but she was ok with things that hung loose
She asked me if i wanted to learn
: and I said no teacher
: Im tired, I do not want to write
: but she said no,
: Let me do all the work,
: you just lie there and enjoy!!
: And as I lost my mind
: the lesson I learnt was,
Virginity has no place between teacher and student


September 17, 2008

………am losing it!!

Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 11:19 am

I really love this one ,I may not have written it but it sure touches the deepest part of my heart.

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
It is that we are powerful beyond measure,
It is our light not our darkness that frightens us,
We ask ourselves,’Who am I to be brilliant,gorgeous,handsome

Actually ,who are you not to be?
You are a child of God,
You’re playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God.
It is not just in some,it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,our prescence automatically liberates others.

Thought I’d say thanks to everyone who has helped me accept my shine..Thanks!

September 16, 2008

One Full Night of Insomnia!

Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 7:45 am

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock……..

The sound of the clock on the wall annoys me more with each individual stroke of time passing. Who ever thought that the sound of clock ticking could prevent me from thinking straight especially at a time like this, but then again, without the sound of the clock silence would only frustrate me more. I lay back on my pillow, propped up against the wall gazing at what I knew only too well, my room. With each gaze a new thought. With each thought a single rousing emotion. Anger! Why??? Because no matter what seems to happen in life, things will never fully turn out how you expect them to, people will never fully understand your reasons of action, trust with anyone will always be questionable and thus, you will never be fully at peace with yourself.

Some nights can be lonely when it seems like in the whole world you’re the only one awake!

September 15, 2008

3:07 AM

Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 8:55 am

I cant sleep. Who would have guessed that the smell of 15 minute old sex could prove so fucking toxic? I reek of her. The scent of our spent passion emanating from my very pores. I would kill for a shower but inspite of everything I still care about what she might think. Waking up to the sound of running water, the imprint of our melding bodies still fresh on my sheets. And I dare ask: why should I care? Am I at all fond of her in any way, shape or form? Hardly. If truth be told, shes nothing more and maybe even a little less than a paltry booty call and the sooner she realised that the better.
But still I hesitate. And I ask myself: which one is better- to tell her the truth now and risk breaking her heart or continue to lead her on and forestall that storm until I’m truly sick of pretending? The answer to that one is quite obvious: procrastination is one of my biggest vices; she can sleep well- her heart will not be broken tonight.
I take another drag of the last of my secret stash of happy stix. Damn that feels good. Of course the living room will reek of it tommorrow morning but fuck it, right now I need this. I need to go a little crazy right now. To see the humour in all of this. And if not the humour then at least the lighter side of the tradgedy of it all.
I chuckle to myself. “The lighter side of the tradgedy of it all”? who the fuck do I think I am? I aint no shakespeare, thats for sure.
Here I am in love with a girl who is truly amazing and after losing her once have the chance to make things right and instead of trying my best to do just that, I’m busy fucking some girl who, chances are, will leave first thing in the morning and wont see or hear from me until my dick starts perpetually pressing itself against my jeans again.
The humour in that one will always be lost on me, no matter how high I get.

Chanel!! welcome back did u carry me a wife beater?

September 11, 2008

Induced insanity

Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 1:35 pm

“Bored? How can I be bored? I’m Danny Crane. Even the sound of my name fascinates. More, antipop. More about me?

I’d just like to say that most of us begin life suckling on a breast. If we’re lucky we end life suckling on a breast. So anybody who’s against breasts is against life itself – cheri

for a different note who ever chats can have ur yahoo or msn addresses in the comments coz i am bored as hell!! but antipop it stands!!

September 10, 2008


Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 11:30 am

“Congratulations! After several years of personal and every day life postings, and a total of 1,258 years of blogging experience, we have been unable to recall anyone who pisses us off as much as you do. Frankly, we are tired of your bitching, griping, ass-kissing, sucking up, blowing us off and screwing around as we try to run away from reality.”

B2B, cheri and antipop ur awards are coming!!

September 8, 2008

During AWOL

Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 6:19 am

My lips tightly pressed against hers, her tongue in my mouth, I pulled at the edges of her panties. They were made of lace and were richly textured beneath my fingers. She lifted her hips off the mattress so I could begin their journey southwards. Breaking our kiss I leaned back and slid them down her thighs, past her legs and over her feet.
Gripping them with one hand I held them up.
“So what do you think?” she asked me with a sly grin on her face.
“Well I dont usually go for red,” I started, “but pulling them off of you…well that was a pretty narley experience.”
She laughed. Gave me a playful slap.
“Narley? Who even says that?”
“I guess now you do.” I said poking her in her side.
Tugging at my wifebeater she pulled me in for a kiss.
“Youre crazy, you know that?”
Breaking the kiss again after a few minutes I asked her,
“But why red?”

i think antipop can explain the red since she loves it!!

September 4, 2008

Proposed Beach BHH

Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 6:34 am

my compostion for the hottest blogger who will attend BHH on the beach and u cheri will be in charge of the cocktails, carlo will supply the swim suits, cb will do the public relations and baz will be in charge of the music, dee will over see the whole function, antipop will preach, chanel will be miss photographer, detamble will serve the food, dark knight in charge of sercuity other cheri will allocate them duties!!

That business baby
Cause I really wanna drive you crazy
Wanna kiss wanna rub wanna lick wanna touch
Wanna put it inside you baby
Wanna climb on top of you
And give it to you for an hour or two
Until you come I
Wanna hit it from the back oooh
So stroke for a minute or two because its so tight
Woodie hind right
Got the time right
From that midlight
To the sunlight
We can have a little Sex in the City
Baby you can be Carrie
I’m a be Mr. Biggs right
Cause you so fine
And you just right
But you look much better with me
So dont be mad at cha girl
And never tell me that its nice to know ya

September 3, 2008

Btn Me & x Factor!!

Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 6:24 am

Although she gave me her lips, there was no amount of convincing on my part that could get her to give me her body. Not willing to throw in the towel just yet, however, I tried to coax her by slipping a hand beneath the folds of the baggy Uganda 2006 Medical Team t-shirt she was fond of wearing every time she came over. Deftly stopping me however, she gripped my wrist and issued me with a stern “No.”. Unlike other girls who’s no’s were often “Not now’s” or “I’m tired’s” I knew from past experience that her no’s really were no’s- I removed my hand.
“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” I asked her a moment later, trying to battle the confusion raging around in my head.
“It just wouldnt be the same.” she muttered.
I thought about that for a second.
“Well you wont know unless you give it a try…”
I was coaxing again, my tone playful.
“It still wouldnt be the same Lloyd. I just have too much on my mind right now.”
I lay on my back. stared up at the ceiling.
“Uh-oh. Ive heard that before. What’s it this time?”
“Same thing as before,” she answered snuggling next to me.
She placed her head on my shoulder, her hand on my face, played around with my beard.
“Not helping.” I intoned quietly.
“Sorry.” she muttered and removed her hand.
I was silent for a few moments and then,
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Fire away.”
I paused for a second to make sure I phrased my question properly,
“If you knew that, and I’m using your words not mine, ‘It just wouldnt be the same’, then why did you come?”
She sighed.
“I thought I could handle it. I thought I could handle us just sleeping together. I guess things just arent as simple as that. My emotions keep on getting in the way.”
I heard her and I could tell that she was telling the truth. and that sort of made it hard for me to force the issue. and so acknowledging her admission I suggested that how about we just go to sleep. Readily agreeing she rolled out of my arms to the edge of the bed just so that I wouldnt get any ideas. But as she said just moments before, “Things just arent as simple as that.”

September 1, 2008

why i missed BHH

Filed under: Uncategorized — dannycrane @ 3:57 pm

She didnt fuss, she didnt fight but instead guided me herself. As I entered her inch by inch I realised I had forgotten just how tight she was. I was going to have to take it easy with her or it was going to be over for me before it even began for her.
Easier said than done I realised as she stepped out of her jeans, I lifted her off the tiled floor and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We were both hungrier than I could have imagined and as we climbed higher and higher, it became more febrile, more manic, more urgent, more frantic. It was rough, almost primal in nature.
Setting her down, I just managed to pull out of her as I came, spraying the inside of her leg. An involuntary groan issuing from my throat as I did. After a moment or two, of which we used to catch our breaths, she roughly pushed me off of her and told me to get dressed. I did so without saying a word, wiping myself down, pulling up my jeans and buttoning them up. I watched as she washed herself down before pulling on her own jeans. I threw on my vest but didnt bother with my shirt simply flipping it over my shoulder. After slipping on her bra she told me to go and get her handbag, she needed to freshen up- she had work in half an hour.

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