Years of Rage

I am so proud of my dear friend Joseph. I was just given a copy of his book, "Years of Rage" and I have absorbed it in an instant, to be shocked, to say the least, of this magnificent literary work of art.I was given an advanced copy y him, and finally got to reading it this morning, I loved it so much, that I even wrote the first review for it on Amazon.com:Customer ReviewsMAGNIFICENT WORK OF ART!, February 26, 2005 (Five Stars)Reviewer: Krystaline Beauty "Krystaline" (Chicago, IL)Joseph Suglia proves indeed, to be quite a literary genius, the likes of which has not been seen since the great literature masters of the past. Years of Rage, is indeed a work of art, wraped in a blanket of prolific artform, this novel proves to be work, of what only could come from such a savant character as Joseph's. Highly recommended reading. I will demand this novel from all my pupils, as much could be learned from this rendition of the events that inspired this writing.As much controversy as this book was surrounded by, it proved to be a milestone, and lived up to my expectations completely. And I seldom offer that much praise.Good work! I recommend it to all.K

Feeling Hot, Feeling Flushed, Feeling Alive and Enthralled

ENTHRALLED: adj 1: held in slavery; "born of enslaved parents" 2: filled with wonder and delightContradictive as a word as this is, this perfectly describes me, and my state of being at this time. I feel as hot as furnace, as flushed as spa, and yet this feeling makes me feel alive, and well... enthralled.Despite the constant chaos in my life at this time, I have somehow found inner peace, and rest for my spirit. I have let go of perceptions of the past, false imagery of so-called reality, and have trancended to "see" the world through differnt eyes. Through Krystaline Eyes. This all makes me once again be filled with boundless energy. Energy that once again runs through me freely, except, now, I do not hold onto it, and keep it captive, as it is not mine to keep. It runs freely. It just flows, I feel like the universe runs through me. I understand the I am not in the world... THE WORLD IS IN ME.This sudden sense of awareness comes just in time, I suppose for a reason, as always. I see many good things to come. I have renounced control, and take in all that comes. An you know, it feels extreamly good.K

My recent article for the paper- Comments please!

THE SIXTH SENSEBy Madam KrystalineSQUASHING LABELS: WHAT DEFINES A PLAYER?Player- such a strong word, often times referred to, when speaking about men.But what's to say the same label can't be used to address women?To begin this query, I have to start with the definition of a player first. I've done my research, both in the lab and in the field, conducted surveys, and have come up with the following results (according to popular response):A player is a guy that is food looking, or hs their "look" together, consorts with many ladies, "talks the talk & walks the walk, or bed" (if you know what I mean), often times so good, that ladies will pass along his number to others. I've also found out, that a good player keeps his ladies waiting and begging for attentiona, then leave them gasping for more... sound familiar so far? This gets better!Not only that, but at the top level of players (yes, there are levels), an ultimate player will let the ladies know each other, AND THEY DON;T CARE! In fact, in some cases the desire to be with a player is so strong, that a high level player will take advantage of this, and initiate a 3some or a 4some, or better yet... an orgy.To some women, this is repulsive, and to others it's esciting. And what do the players out there have to say about those who are replused? Well, their response is "They've never run into me, let me at 'em, they'll change their mind" - Spoken like a true player.But what of the female counterparts? What titles are available? Slut, Easy, Tramp, and my all-time favorite Whore. What of all these labels? Ehat of the patriarchal mentality that women are just supposed to lay down and remain on bottom? What if we like to be on top!I'll tell you. For those women that are content, and happy with the way things are, and "like" to remain on bottom, God bless them. But what about the rest of us? Are we stuck with the ugly titles? Or are we too entitled to the label of a Player?I personally prefer Sexy, Vamp, Feline, and Madam, but Player will do just fine. Women have come so far in society, that labels have really become irrelevant, since nowadays we're the ones with the wallet... but that's another discussion!So once again I say to those women who disagree, if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen (don't get involved in the player's game), but to those who love the attention, the sight, the idea, the rush, the escitement, the thrill of the hunt, and the energy drawn from all men, or women, or both! Then go on, be yourself, make no apologies, be a Player. But to all of you I say, just remember the golden rule...DON'T HATE THE PLAYER, HATE THE GAME!~~To be published Jan.20th, 2005. Extra Newspaper Chicago. Insomnia Magazine Section. The Sixth Sense.

Bored out of my mind!

I don't know what to do with myself!!!I've been writing for the chicago tribune RED EYE newspaper as a special contributor for years, and I did it just for fun. I've mostly written for the Casual Sex Column, belonging to a friend, and mostly focus on sexual or relationship topics; you know the Taboo stuff. But recently, through helping out a friend I've been asked to write for a local newspaper called the EXTRA, by doing so , theyn are offering me my own column, within a magazine section they call Insomnia. I've come up with the name "The Sixth Sense" for the column, and it would include a radio segment in the Insomnia radio version of the paper on a local radio station Power 92.3 FM, in Chicago. The first edition of my new column is this thurday, deadline being Monday @ noon. I have tons of articles, and in fact I wrote a new once specifically for the new edition to kick off with a bang, to my first version of the column. I've also been asked to give seminars on similar topics, because for some reason people believe I have all the answers and are begging for a seminar, absed on this column.The trouble is, that I should be excited, and I am, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the opportunity, but I can't help but think, this might tie me down, and although I cut the deal only under the conditions that I'm not required to come into the office, work from home, e-mail my articles, and even to the radio show interviews via phone if I want to, I somehow don't feel as thrilled as I should!All of my friends are jumping for joy, and telling me I am weird for being so numb about it, but I can't delp it. I still maintain my magical studies, and am still exploring my recent awekening, and learning to harness my abilities, and gain control, and maybe somehow, because that has been my priority, this is not as significant as it once would have been to me.DOn't get me wrong. I'm happy. Just not thrilled. I'm bored, with everything just comming to me so easily. I thrive with challenge. I yearn for excitement. I love it when things seem unreachable. And now, things just come. What to do?I'll have to find something. Since my main skills ly in event planning, perhaps it would be a challenge to organize a gathering of all of us, and share the many ideas we all type about.Until then... I will keep brainstrorming. Any ideas?

I experienced KARMA...

To bring in the summerOr dream of the fallTo live in the winterOr let spring befallAll time is relevantWith not enough daysNot enough hoursNot then, not today...The future is distantThe future is now.To question cunundrumsDidn't work thenWon't work now...The zealous rapture of open tree limbsThe richness of breathConnecting yet higherTo become goddess and nymphMuse of the worldThe world is mineTo capture the strengthTo capture the mightI enter the zoneTo never returnTo the empty abodeI belong here where there's passionLike a fire I burnToday and foreverThe future has changedThe future is nowThe future was then...

Enveloping New Rapture...

You were there, and engaged my stareYou were near, and felt no fear.You were looking for a rush, as was II've met you before, who's the stranger?You, or I?You filled me with interestYou filled me with lustYou handled me wellYou took controlAnd let me have itI let myself goI absorbed your mightI think the only trouble is,You like it too muchAnd of this, too much I cant give upThe last time I didI got caught up in the raptureI simply can't loose focusI must therefore departure...

Delinquencies...

Why did you invite me to meet?Why did you promise me time?Why did you say we were in this together?Why did you ask me to give you a key?Why did you ask me to share by dresser drawers?Why did you have me meet your wife?Did you try to test me? Did I pass?Have youreally changed? Or is your passion past?Are you scared? Did you fall in and pull back?You don't call anymore. We used to talk everyday.You owe me. I made you. I'll brake you.You know that. So why pretend?I see through you.And your now a shell. Like you're under some spell.I've found out more about you.I've researched you and your past.There's things you haven't told me.I wonder why that is?Are you telling me all? Did you just forget?Or is the past just the past?Who are you? And did I really find you?Did I make you want to be? Did I make you pretend?Did I brake you? Or did I rape you? Or did I make you unmend?Yesterday I saw, and I didn't cry.Yesterday I saw, and felt no guilt.Yesterday I saw, and felt the power.Yesterday you saw me, and felt a coward.I grieve for you no more, although I still want you.I yearn to bask in the glow of your power.To absorb your strength, and give of my flower.You hve note felt since that power.It's been some time, I used to count the days.But I rather enjoy the thought of the memories.The moments we shared, as the dreams turn to haze.Now I just count the money, That only for me you'll make.I've given you gloryI've given you fameAnd you try to destroy itBecause you'r afraid.I can't believe youThis is not youYou don't fool me...I'll still be here when you're through.

Just thoughts...

To reach the sunTo reach the starsTo open doorsTo open barsTo bring about esolutionI covet theeAnd fill with passionMy naked bodyYour daily rationEnamoured affairAnd sweet caressI swallowed your beingAnd accept no less!You came to meAnd took from my flowerAnd now you think on your ownYou have powerThings are not What they seem to beAnd I will not restUntil you drink from my flowerAnd once again we are set free And share this power!

I've chosen a New Journey...

I recently, because of everything that's happened, found myself good at everything, and fulfilled by nothing. I have been on a self discovery journey. Trying to establish, what, or who I want to be. I know what, I am now, and who i am... but what should be my path.I think this is a question we all ask ourselves often, and throughout our lives. However, I feel a calling to "be" with people. It's unexplainable. Since I can remember, people are drawn to me. Even more now, than ever. At first it was just giving a good piece of advice to a friend, and then it was phone calls all the time, now... well I feel swamped!This was the main reason for my recent exile. I needed time to THINK!I'd like to think that I feel like I'm back. I will embark in the learning of several new languages, since I have a gift for "communicating" with people, and I will be attending several courses to help "channel" and "hone" my gifts better. I've decided it's time for me to just accept what I am, or have become, and accept that I am not like the rest. That was very hard. I don't think I'm superior (although I like to think I'm smarter! LOL), but I cannot remain in the shadows any longer.The attitude in me is back... I feel like being a bad girl again! All this goody goody stuff, was driving me nuts. I feel the fire again, and the desires. So I will embrace both.I'll have my cake... AND EAT IT TOO!!!