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Lust Returns
Lust can overtake us in any place... Warning: Adult, graphic material. Read at your own discretion. As I mentioned in my last post, recently I have been overcome by sexual…
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Sin Sucks
Sin sucks… Let’s see, when I lead a life that is filled with sinful thoughts and behaviors, such as lusting after every woman I see and frequent and unbridled masturbation,…
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The Road To Happiness
The road to happiness does seem to lie in certain way. Last week I was falling into sinful behaviors, or bad habits, quite a bit. I wrote about them in…
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Erotic Love Within Marriage Is Hot
We don't hear enough about eroticism in the context of marriage. A nice discussion over at Alte on married sex: http://traditionalcatholicism.wordpress.com/2011/03/03/the-relief-of-penance/. It is nice to know that married Catholic and…
The Poetic Beauty of Claude Lorrian’s Summer Landscapes
Claude’s use of light and shade is always beautiful. I have written a post on this great French painter before; but good art can always be appreciated without end. Claude…
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The Goodness of Married Sex
In my last post, I referenced a nice discussion over at Alte on the pleasures of married love. I mentioned in her comment section that I found this to be…
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I Burn
Physical desire is such a powerful thing... Sometimes the flames of desire flare up inside me. I wonder where these things come from? Tonight is one of those nights. After…
The Tropical Beauty of Blue
Blue is my favorite color and this photo is filled with luscious blues. One of the things I enjoy about the tropics are all the different shades of blue that…
Happy May Day!
May is my favorite month of the year. It is the true beginning of the perpetual warmth of spring and summer, and the flowering of so much beauty. It is…
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Great Poetry
William Butler Yeats, the great Irish poet (1865-1939). This is one my favorite poems, by W.B Yeats. I don’t have much to say about it, except that I have always…
