How can I BASH Gay USA?
A while back, and it was a long while back, on some stupid ass "Good House Keeping Seal of Approval" Earth Day Celebration and during the fucked up "don't ask don't tell" horseshit that was going on at the time, I accosted some air head at one of the booths with the following statement. "I'm against gays and lesbians being allowed into the Army!" Her eyes widened. "I'm also against women being allowed in the Army!" The eyes widened still further. "I'm also against allowing Blacks and other colorful people into the Army!" The eyes looked about ready to hemorrhage at that point. "So naturally," I said, "I am against white men being allowed into the Army as well!" And what was the brilliant response she gave me with a mindless smile after my argument sunk into I don't know where? "Oh that will never happen." "Well then what the fuck are you doing here then?" I shot back glaring at her until she looked away.
Personally, I prefer wearing clown outfits during sex over camouflage fatigues but if some people really haven't outgrown their GI Joe fetish and you want to be a real Universal Soldier at least have the heart to do something brave right off in the Recruitment office. Tell em that you are there just for the benefits, that you do believe in fragging because you aren't going to follow any orders but you want your uniform and you want it now and if they don't sign you up immediately you are going to sue and scream discrimination.
And when you get you to the psychiatric facility they will take you to...contact me immediately! "Because you are one of the few..." and the truly courageous who I would be proud to follow...even into the abyss of hell.
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Poking the injured Demons of discourse
Do either one of you have any real knowledge of debate or argument? Is character assassination (name calling for the rubes) a requirement to getting the best post?
The way I have seen you two trade constipated barbs of insult, I begin to wonder if this is just pissing contest for the art of insult. There is no real exchange between the two of you. It just sounds like you guys are channeling Glen Beck and/or Bill O'liely. I've intentionally misspelled the factless wonder's name.
But what really bugs me about all this, is that the drama is so fake and contrived it seems a waste of thinking.
SO BREATHE STUPID.
Insults? You're
Insults? You're misunderstanding something Fangs. I would never insult Zen. Which would you say I am exactly? I hope I'm Beck.
Would you like to have a pleasent debate? I promise I'll show you all of my skills. Also I wasn't aware that you spelled his name incorrectly on intention. I'm glad you let me in on that.
The drama (fight) seems fake to you, because it is. If you think I'm trying to insult you now, you've totally missed the point of not only these other posts, but this one as well. Have a sense of humor, and if this doesn't make you laugh (it shouldn't, it's not really that funny) then move on.
I do have a slight problem with one thing you said though. Can there ever be a waste of thinking?
Remy, mon amour! Master-debate moi...por fabour!
For my love, my sweet, my sugar arm candy...pray tell me whose on first if thou knowest, my dear, my lamb chop, my all! Has my metamucil failed me so early in life? Have I not earned the right to get no respect and be dissed by the policia, who had me in chains...and claimed to be "dissed" by me if I so much as looked constipated which they used as another excuse to put the cuffs on tighter...the next time they had the chance?
Why has God punished me so? For I swear when I entered this University of Life I had intended to take Clown Behavior 101. And now alas, alas...a thousand times alas, I find myself as I did on my first day of High Schooling in Politically Correct Thought...to be in the wrong class once again and falling on my face on this path I have chosen, or was chosen for me, to my own Golgotha.
Should we use Black Flag, or a newspaper on the bug...or would nitrous oxide be a more preferable weapon to use on the few, the strong and the "sane" who fertilize the earth of tomorrow with, give or take a few days, 8,000,000,000 years of depleted uranium **...because the death of today's children...is not enough?
For I fear not that my aqualung is working. I fear that it will go on...forever and ever, world with out end. Ahhhh fuck it, ya know what I mean, comrade?
As always, all our love...we haven't given away yet and xox,
Your zennie ;-)
PS.
Still no news on when the trial will be but I will keep you posted. But must I always reiterate that if you do not volunteer I command you to appear, if you have nothing better to do than get up to testify...to see who can, symbolically of course...piss the most all over...their fires of Hatred !
PPS.
Remy, let us always remember the vows we have taken as the Buddhas of the Kali Yuga. All the Buddhas "both" future, present and past would be willing to perform analingus on ever soldier who ever was, is or will be for all eternity...for just 5 fucking minutes of peace in this cocksucking world!
**PICTURES ARE HORRIFYING! SO IF YOUR TUMMY IS "TOO SENSITIVE" TO LOOK AT THEM...EAT SHIT AND DIE AND EAT MORE SHIT IN HELL YOU COCKSUCKING MOTHERFUCKING WHORE OF COMPLACENCY! BECAUSE YOUR IN ACTION IN ALLOWING THESE HORRORS TO GO ON...DWARFS THE GUILT AND EVIL OF THOSE WHO CAUSED IT !
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"There is no laughter in the covens of the witch...some clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch...and the only man with energy yes the revolution's pride...he trained a 100 women just to kill an unborn child!"...Leonard Cohen
Zen, Fangs has a great idea!
Zen, Fangs has a great idea! Let's have a pissing context of insults! If that doesn't work for you, we ought to have a farting contest although I once knew a man, who is now gone peace be upon him, who had a farting contest once and shit his pants so it is kind of dangerous. But I know you, you like danger. We have this in common! I really am not sure what he was talking about. All I've ever gotten from you, and hope to give to you, are kind words masked in vile innuendo and metaphor. Perhaps his post was placed incorrectly... Hopefully we'll see.
So fuck you, my friend. I hope you are the one to eat shit, and I say this with all the love and affection any one person has had for another throughout all of history. We all have our place on the hill, but some live on it, dwell on it and eat off of it. Unfortunately, not many people have the choice to stay or go on that God-forsaken mountain. I hope you find your choice, in good health and in the company of many friends.
I'm sure with your many talents you'll do fine pissing on the fire. I would if I could. How many times after all have you pissed on a fire? Something tells me this won't be the first. I know you'd put my urine to shame anyhow, and someone like me could only do more harm than good. I concede this round, Zen. You are the master-debater. I am just, the amour.
PS: Of course you understand I would bargain for 10 minutes, and just fellatio, but if I must, I must.
As far as the Uranium using bastids. Forgive them, even though they know exactly what they're doing, while doing everything you can think to do short of murder and mayhem to stop them. There is a God, and there is justice and each and every one of us will taste it someday. Only the best Zen.
Remy, after all this...there are still mountains of shit...
and sadly they are becoming fewer and fewer so that the lies and the cruelty and the hatred they are fashioned of can be piled higher and higher like some modern Tower of Babel seeking to reach the very heavens themselves with their stench. And for what purpose? So that those public servants and high priests who play at the very center of that filth and in the sewers that spawns it can enjoy this one life we had to live? So armies can roam the land seeking to protect the starving...from the bounty of food the world could provide and grow...if the piles of horseshit were spread around, like Nature intended for it to be, so that roses could bloom rather than be killed by the concentration and hording of sewage. And etc. etc. etc.
For a mountain of shit is just a mountain of shit...but spread it around and it makes the best fertilizer money can't buy.
As for God, may the entire universe war upon him/her/it/they...I was taught early...very early on...oh, even earlier than that, and AFTER being taught about His Supremency, to feel that "special emotion" and verbally say, "I hate you, Jesus." For how else could you place childhood in an eternal and everlasting hell of guilt with out teaching a young mind that no torture justifies saying such a thing no matter how much he tried not to. And just being inspired to say it behind closed doors...isn't enough. That kind of hatred has to so pure...it has to be the truth.
Which is why I know for a fact that based on the following zen story I must have had the ability to go in and out of enlightenment, liberation and nirvana and any other such cocksucking place...like they all have revolving doors since before...I conceived myself into being.
And I am sure that I posted this once before here, after all it is one of my favorites, but it wont do any of you any harm to hear it again so here it is.
A young student asks the zen master, "How long does it take for a man to become liberated." "Ohhhh, a whole life time." So the young student says to her master, "Then how long does it take for a man to become liberated if he hates God." "About a week, butterfly." he answered.
Moral of the story: there is so much pain and injustice and inexplicable Evil in the world that any wo/man who loves God unquestioningly and fears It...is nothing but a divine ass kisser who is pathetically interested in saving ONLY their own utterly worthless derriere. Whereas any wo/man who Hates their God and in fact strives to hold such an "all powerful" being in nothing but the most absolute contempt and defies it to terrify them with any fear of hell by not wasting any fucking time on their own asinine judgment but instead pushes the Divine Fucker out of the way to leap into the Abyss where the real action is going on...is going to find those revolving doors real quick.
But just as an aside not to Remy, and to let you know there are no hard feelings...I could care less about the party going on in the Abyss. I'm working on breaking into Limbo...and don't worry about these few Laws of the Innocence that reigns there because your hate isn't pure enough...so I know your love isn't pure enough to want to study...about how to get there.
"ALL of history is nothing but an illusion...and what happens historically depends entirely...on how much truth you can tolerate."
"No one has lived longer...than a dead child."
"Three months into the womb and I was already beginning to record memories."...Salvador Dali, peace be upon him(...and who I love more than God but I think he is as big an idiot as the Divine sometimes as well!)
Remy, in our next discourse I will tell you I wouldn't love you any less...even if you were a woman. And unfortunately I know you feel the same about me if I were a woman. But that's not my fault. After all, home made apple pie by any other name, even if you called it "shit pie", would still be some tasty good shit but I have been trying not to smoke any bad shit because I know you know how good...some bad shit really is! Stay high, asshole. And you tell me if this is a warning or a stamp collection...I am thinking about transferring all my hatred from God to you because He isn't doing a fucking thing with it. So love and trust in Mother Nature. ;-)
STEADY...STEADY...STEADY. READY. AIM. FIRE!!!! I HATE YOU!
PS.
Remy, got a great file to send you about the Psychedelic Experience. Look for it in your email. I don't have a site/link for it or I would give it here. Hmmmm, gonna need yours and a few other peoples help on figuring out how to get this one out to everyone. And I do too hate myself more than you do me...and you can just wait along with everyone else to see what Joan Jet has to say about that, dude!
Zen....You heathen!
I never thought you'd be the type to want the easy road, or to place blame unjustly. Sure it takes a lifetime, but can you tell me a better way to spend a life? Yes of course, sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll, and I do agree that all those things are not only necessary but a lot of fun, and I am well versed even in my young life as to all of them. Now you'll probably expect me to say that I wanted more out of life, so I turned to God and away from the cosmic pleasures, but I hope you know me better than that. I personally intend to have a lot of fun while I can, and a lot of misery while I can, and so on and so forth until I am crushed by experiences, all of them no matter what breed of suffering I endure, good, even though I may not think so at the time. I'm not the type to go through life spiritually blind. I was/am the kid that incessantly asks "why?" partly for the satisfaction of annoyance, and partly because at times I need a straight answer. But as far as I can tell, the answer to why we suffer is obvious, and it's not because it's God's will, far from it actually. People starve because of anothers will, you know this. There are rampant diseases because it makes certain humanoids a lot of money, there are wars for the same reason. God could never, and never should be asked to change these things. He's not the one that spilled the milk.
Here you are, my friend. Let me give you and all others a small taste of the meaning, the very reason you and I are here.
This is what takes a lifetime, and while you may be liberated in only a week in most ways you'll be a slave for the rest of your life, not because Jesus wasn't accepted into your heart, that's secondary, but because love is missing. This is the only real solution to most of the worlds problems, the problem is convincing everyone else of it's truth. The very idea that love is better than hate scares the shit out of most people. Hell a lot of people make their living based on hate, whether they realize it or not. They're paychecks depend on the idea that another person is inferior and not deserving of their righteous caring. Look at all the people who hate homosexuals yet still claim to have Jesus living inside of them, almost like a virus. You know as well as anyone I'm sure that there can be no darkness where the light shines, no hate where there is love, and even further no crime where there is justice. See my friend, love is God, love IS the being. Love for all life means no need to seek God because he's already with you, believer or not, if that makes any sense. As far as Heaven and Hell, let's just try to turn this Earth into paradise, then we don't have to worry about Heaven and Hell, we'd already have Heaven the best of both realms.
As if you could ever hate me.... All the best Zen, you heathen.
Look, Remy...I never thought I would have to say this to you...
but with age comes a lot of things which you, my friend, are obviously not aware of in the least. And foremost among those things is that your bladder simply no longer has the will, nor the inclination, to piss very far. And secondly, it no longer has any interest what so ever in stock piling a great deal of urine to be used as weaponry no matter how dangerous the pissing contest is. Thirdly, firing at will can even be a crap shoot, as you stand there with your dick in your hand at the public urinal smiling at 10 or 15 or more young men who have already pissed and gone while you are still pissing your life away...just trying to piss...so you can get on with your life and back into the fight.
As for asking "why" might I caution you against believing the cocksucking Catholic nun who says a week into kindergarten that you can ask any question of her with out fear of punishment and she will answer it honestly and not tell your parents. And then after seeking assurances from her so much that we can ask any question of her and she will answer it truthfully and with out repercussions for asking it nor tell our parents what we asked...that she actually got angry at me needing such assurances.I made the childlike mistake of believing her and even worse...trusting the bitch enough to ask what was the most honest question I could fathom at the age of 5.
"Why can't the boys look up the girls dresses?" There was a little laughter that died quickly away...until there was enough silence in the room of over 90 children for everyone to hear her say very clearly to me, "Go to the corner." Oh, I tried to protest for almost a whole moment...but I had already been well trained at home for that kind of betrayal. And to top it off she told my mother what I had asked along with this statement, "Every year we get one like him...but don't worry. He will learn."
And after the beating I got home for making such a fauxpas...my open theological questions pretty much dried up for a long while and so I just assumed...that being your mother's mouth whore when dad was gone was normal but it wasn't polite to talk about such things. For as she explained to me in a way I could understand, it was my fault that I was so seductive and made the woman who gave me birth...enjoy those things. And she also taught me well...that those acts were a sin for me and I didn't want to tell anyone about them because I certainly wouldn't want to make "mommie" mad. And do you seriously think you would have been willing to make her mad...had you been in my place?
Because let me tell you Mengele...could have taken lessons from her and what she did behind closed doors. But I know now that in the whole world during every one of those nites and days...I certainly wasn't alone. Because sooo many fucking children in so many other countless places were enjoying the same evil being perpetrated upon them in those very same moments. And in third grade the girl behind me was so whacked out...in hide sight, I am more than sure she was sucking off someone.
I confess to you and to almighty God, Remy, that I did really fuck up massively though, through out not only my youth...but virtually all of my life by forgiving and forgetting and forgiving and forgetting and ad nauseum. So I really hope you will take this to heart...do NOT forgive anyone who does not want to be forgiven. Because while you may take some kind of holy joy in it...that is the easy road and you will find in the end it is worse than the hard road for you to let them waste a whole life time...with out ever having a conscious.
My mother was a 14 carrot sociopathic psychopath who thrived on chaos. When ever she wanted to give me an especially good beating...the pretext was to say the rosary. Don't know if you are Catholic or not, Remy...or just a good Christain Yippie. But the Catholics have their own mantra they use while saying the rosary. Chanting the Our Father every ten chants of the Hail Mary along with a Glory Be. These are, or at least were, associated with certain "mysteries" of redemption. The Glorious Mysteries, the Joyful Mysteries...and a couple of others. But mom's favorite of all was the "Sorrowful Mysteries". They go into graphic detail about all the things that any poor moterfucker had happen to them when they were crucified. Now, I am going to be a little facetious here but this is pretty much of a reasonable analogy of them that I know you will see some enui and black humor in...or maybe I should say "grey humor" just to keep the aspiring politically incorrect people off balance tonight.
The first sorrowful mystery...Jesus is condemned to death at a kangaroo court. No pertinent material of the defense was allowed to be submitted into evidence. The second sorrowful mystery, Jesus gets a 2 by 4 shoved up his ass and the shit beat out of him. The third sorrowful mystery, Jesus is voted the most unpopular boy in Jerusalem causing him a great pain and psychological trauma. The fourth sorrowful mystery, Jesus has to help Sisyphus push the rock up the hill and fucks it up by falling down three times while he is doing it. Fifth sorrowful mystery, Jesus decides he has had enough of this shit and decides to bail out while on the cross by dieing.
I was 5 when that crap started and I couldn't read. And I didn't have the real ones memorized at all and even if I did occasionally say the right one when it became my turn to say it...I would still got a beating...just because that was the way it was. Violence and religion and sex...hell, I could have all three of them in one nite before I could even read if that is what she decided I should have.
Read, or if you don't have the time(it's a big book)...see the movie Sybil. There is another book out entitled A Child Called It which you could probably read in an hour. But to get an idea of how much self hatred can be instilled in someone if it is done by a real master at it...get the movie The Man In The Glass Booth with Maximilian Schell. And after you do I will tell you about the time my "mommie dearest" had me read Mein Kemph for a punishment...and if I didn't she was going to throw out all my writing...which of course she did anyway. I know...that is true, man, and ironic of you to say that because that is exactly what my Mother Nature said after I got out of prison the first time and what Karen said just the other nite "...life goes on."
xox,
See ya in Nirvana, dude! ;-)
PS.
I have absolutely no difficulty what so ever with putting any adults who would draw in a child's trust, like the nun I wrote of at the beginning of this "story", in the same category with the most violent of pedophiles. For it is because of their early on betrayal of that trust...a kid will never tell anyone of their victimization in time...and simply learn not to trust anyone to help them. And I know...because I have been there...and done that.
PPS.
Only told you this publicly to let you know...I'm wooping the shit out of them bad demons now. Only wish I had managed to be this far along 40 years ago...my life might have been a little different if I had. And the war mongers...a lot more terrified of me than they are now.
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"There is no laughter in the covens of the witch...some clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch...and the only man with energy yes the revolution's pride...he trained a 100 women just to kill an unborn child!"...Leonard Cohen
I guess it's not my time yet
I guess it's not my time yet to have pissing problems. I apologize for my rather insensitive remarks, and I would like you to understand that it wasn't meant literally. :o)
I, for one, was never much into any belief structure. Once you get wrapped up in the idolatry (sp?) and, well stupidity of Catholicism (sorry catholics), the ritual, etc. I would assume one would lose focus real quick. The emotion is replaced by a golden calf, or a cross, it doesn't matter which. The idea that everything will be just fine so long as you adhere to the structure (the very word makes me feel dirty), that you're invincible because of it destroys lives not to mention souls. Have you ever seen umm... shit... I think it's called "Sister Mary explains it all"? It's a play about a Catholic nun who stands up on stage and takes questions from the audience and then ends up freaking out and killing a few people in the name of righteous Godlike judgement, or mere frustration at their iniquity. Yup, I'd say that pretty well sums up my opinion on Catholicism.
I'm sorry for the things that happened to you. The thought that supposed representatives of God would ever do anything like these things you've described is sickening, not to mention one of the few people that is supposed to be looking out for you. These experiences would destroy most people. Yet you hang on. I have a lot of faith in people like you. If we're to have our Woodstock Nation, then we're going to need more of you.
Eh well I must be off. I'll confess it took me longer than it should've to write what little I could here. Too much thought, not enough... eh.... hmmm..
All the best as always.
PS: One rapes the body, the other rapes the mind. Agreed.
PPS: Always use whatever you got. Happy trails, good mushrooms, and there are no substitutes for a good lady.
Re: How can I BASH Gay USA?
Just to let everyone know...I am not going to just let this post be buried and die like it is expected to do or even more so...hoped it will be. For I do intend to raise it from its coffin from time to time like the proverbial vampire I want it to become only to suck the blood and the spiritual energy itself from faggot male soldiers and faggot female soldiers who think those army fatigues look sexy in any way or it requires anything but the most depraved of cowardice in these dark ages...to be in any armed forces! For to claim otherwise is to imply nothing less than because there were alleged humans in the hierarchy of the nazis having sex with members of their own hate filled body types...they were bringing some kind of sexual equality to the world.
Because, when all is said and done, I will take the courage of a drunken ugly ass drag queen with a 5:00 o'clock shadow on her face at six in the morning to walk down the Tenderloin with arm and arm before I would accept any cocksucker of a dyke's or an ass to the mouth shithead fag's "protection" in THEIR'S, not my...war! Then again, I might be tempted to come out of my G-d forsaken atheism to accept allah as my personal savior...if one more fucking insane with bravery Imam comes out of the closet...like I just saw one do on Democracy Now.
"Several girls embraced me...then I was embraced by men. Is my passion perfect? No...do it once again." Do it once again. Do it once again. Then my demons whispered softer, "Now do it till you get it right...and then we can begin. Then we can begin... And then we can begin..." :-(
Here is the real truth about that cocksucker Remy!
First of all, if you read his provocative communiques to me that are below you will see that he never once tries to rebuff my sexual advances. What is more he never says clearly, "No! No! No!" in a way that would stop me from looking up his Scottish kilt to see...if he has sex. What is more, I say what was he really saying when he said "Please...often..."?
But I am also sorry to say now that I may be a fool and he may in fact be one of those straight guys who just has an eye because he is a fag and incorrigibly evil because he is very good at being unwilling to be prone...to insulting. And if you ever see him walking that lonely path looking everywhere he can to kill the buddha tell him I will always be here for him to do things to...if he would just bring along a couple of girls...to show them how to have a husband swapping party.
"Cause I'm going to try for the Kingdom if I can...and the girls with all their sweet talk well they can all go take a walk...and all the dead bodies piled up in the WORLD...and I guess I just don't know...and I guess...I just don't know..."
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"There is no laughter in the covens of the witch...some clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch...and the only man with energy yes the revolution's pride...he trained a 100 women just to kill an unborn child!"...Leonard Cohen
Ok, what type of girls are
Ok, what type of girls are you into? ...husband swapping party? Old friend, call it what it is. A sick horrifying depraved massive orgy, complete with all the tools a carpenter needs, all the drugs anyone could hope to consume, and way too much sunscreen.
I would never kill the Buddha.
Ohhh, Remy, my love, my darling...
you know "...how I feel under your command" and if you don't this is neither the time nor the place to mention it. But why must you constantly bring up nirvana to me...isn't my handshake firm enough? Isn't my embrace warm enough? Isn't I hard enough? Isn't I poor in spirit enough? Tell me what do you want me to do.
I missed my psych evaluation to prove I am competent to stand trial. But my lawyer wants me to have one anyway to "cover her own ass" in the event of my being found guilty she was afraid I might say I am, or was, or will be crazy and I don't know what I am ever doing...like the el Presidente does too.
Do you have any idea yet what you are going to telepathically command me to do next? Will you magically appear to get up and testify at the coming trial only in order to show them what power you have over my mind? Will you tell me to raise my hand, which I will do, raise my leg, which I will do...piss on the D.A.'s table, which I will happily do for you, if only to show them that you, and you alone, and not Abbie Hoffman, has control...over my bladder.
Please advise if you know when the train left...for parts unknown.
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"There is no laughter in the covens of the witch...some clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch...and the only man with energy yes the revolution's pride...he trained a 100 women just to kill an unborn child!"...Leonard Cohen
This train, does it have
This train, does it have cattle cars, and is it carrying thousands of humans slammed into extremely tight quarters with no food or water for the entire trip to which ever.... silly summer camp it is indeed attending? Because if we're talking about the same one, it left sometime around 1/20/01, and still hasn't reached it destination, but will surely arrive soon. Now understand of course that this train has been running for many years prior to this last departure. Why am I telling you of all people these things? You know much better than I, how the insanity wields itself.
I'm glad, to be honest, that I alone can make you piss yourself. It might sound heartless to say such a thing, but with the perfect timing such an asset can come in handy. I think you know exactly what you should do, and you don't need anyone else to make up your mind, however since you asked. I wouldn't unleash any bodily functions in the courtroom, not alone. Why not turn this pigfest into a party? Why have just you pissing yourself and farting and whatever else crosses that wicked mind of yours, when you can have 40 or 50 others to drive home the point of such disrespect for this institution of justice, along with you. Now tell me, is that not political theater? Does that show enough contempt? I'm sure it could if it was done right. It's the subtle points that are worth making. But why ask me for suggestions when it's clear that you are the master of these actions?
Jesus God man.... If you're crazy then what hope do the rest of us aspiring loonies have? But even still, some people do work very hard to be lunatics, others, like those fucking idiots in power were born with the gift. Eh well... Take very good care of yourself.
I'd gladly testify on your behalf, but appearing out of thin air ain't so easy.
Correction to the Politically Correct Disctionary of Big Brother
The following words have now been approved for use and authorized as having an acceptable "politically correct" ideology.
airhead(air-head) n.genetically modified and sexless balloon usually of yellow, or red, or auburn, or brunette in color and just as often may be paunchy and/or bald
The following words have not been approved for inclusion in this years smaller Politically Correct Dictionary of Big Brother
carbondioxidehead(censored)
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nIhILiST, sometime solipsist, part time poet, full time Artist, force of Chaos & Anarchy, erotic writer to be, prophet unwelcome in my own land, the buddha is a shit stick & if you see it on the road piss on it for it is an impediment to your enlightenmen
Heyyyyy Remy92!
I read your profile and I must say I am appealed that you would find it necessary to resort to cheating at such an early time. When we started this WAR of the sexes no treaty was ever signed authorizing the use of a highly evolved heart...to do battle with WMD! In fact I have seen so few of those around lately I was beginning to wonder in my aloneness...if I was just dreaming that I had ever been touched by one before. But be forewarned...honestly, sometimes I feel like a character of myself posting and that anyone who really wanted to get into the same mindset should be able to do the same. And it seems at least mildly surreal to think of myself in that way.
It is kind of like when I read a few pages of one of Ann Coulter's books awhile back, but not long enough, because I wanted to get a real feel for "conservative feminism"(WTF is THAT???) And while going through it I thought to myself, "Jesus Christ Almighty, she actually gets paid for writing this horseshit? Because even I could do a better job of writing this crap than she does!"
Thanks for the poem and I didn't forget to say back...I wuv you too!
xox ;-)
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nIhILiST, sometime solipsist, part time poet, full time Artist, force of Chaos & Anarchy, erotic writer to be, prophet unwelcome in my own land, the buddha is a shit stick & if you see it on the road piss on it for it is an impediment to your enlightenmen
Haha! Thanks much for the
Haha! Thanks much for the kind words! I wish I had more time to respond, I must be off in 5 minutes and I'm nowhere near ready. I'll just leave it at, welcome to the community, and "Speak your mind...if you dare!" (or whatever I called it). I very much look forward to the things you have to say! Take care of yourself Zen, and everybody!
Heyyyyy, Remy...can I BASH you?
Wish you had had more time to post too...but as Nature whispered to me after doing two and a half years in prison for using a toy gun to hold up a gas station that had a fucking 2 inch thick bullet proof glass between me and the attendants, "Life goes on..." And it really wasn't so much that I was stupid...as hungry. Nor was it so much that I wanted to take up a career as an "armed robber"...I was more than very happy as a petty shoplifter...but after getting caught just one too many times, even knowing what I liberated really belonged to me just wasn't enough anymore...to keep my hands steady.
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nIhILiST, sometime solipsist, part time poet, full time Artist, force of Chaos & Anarchy, erotic writer to be, prophet unwelcome in my own land, the buddha is a shit stick & if you see it on the road piss on it for it is an impediment to your enlightenmen
Bash me until your heart is
Bash me until your heart is content. What did you liberate?
Remy, if liberation is all you are concerned with...
I will disrobe my soul to you...but before I do I have a confession to make. Long ago, in fact soo long ago, I was even prettier than I was in the hospital for the criminally insane. Please don't be mad at me, but my first trip to a place like that was because I just couldn't handle solitaire after I was put in that cell for trying to get the other slaves to revolt. And before you even start going into it...I want you to know that this is not the time to be discussing that on a public forum. And if YOU would just attain the state of mindlessness for a moment...maybe I could have a chance to get my own thoughts together to tell you what I started out to.
Now where was I? Oh yes, in Green Bay, Wisconsin soo many seasons ago that if you were smoking last year's bumper crop you might even be tempted to say that time never happened. And maybe you are right! But this is what I remember anyway. I was doing some gorilla theater with a group of would be "Bread and Puppeteers". OMG! Remy, PLEASE! If you would only stop thinking of what I am trying to say...maybe I could finally get it said and we could move on from there!
At any rate, of course I was the most vocal and "craziest clown" of the bunch which led to rumors afterwards among some of those student's, who hadn't managed to "drop out" in pursuit of the the more difficult "I'm Already In the Real World, Phd. Ha! Ha! Ha!", that maybe I was really an agent provocateur. So part of what I would like to say is after being in a position where I had to sell my blood, and then plasma, for food and after spending a winter on the streets of NY homeless and after several years in prison for, as I told you, holding up a gas station with a toy gun and then after more years in institutions for the mentally ill, which were worse than having the entire list of the mind diseases I was accused of harboring from a cure...and of course after doing SOME of my share of LSD, psylocibin, hashish, opium(recommend it highly but ONLY a couple times of year), cocaine(ohh, hell that is so expensive who has the money?) and after being experimented upon with lots and lots and lots of psychotropic drugs...I am NOW beginning to wonder if it ALL really did happen!
So the simple truth of the matter is that I think I know myself, at least, a little better than you do and because I really like you...I don't want you to get involved with me...if I really am an agent provocateur. Because then, I could even be working for the DEA or the CIA or the KGB or MOSSAD or Wal-mart security personnel or the Chinese Secret Police...or heaven and hell both forbid...all of the above! OMG! Remy, this is not the time to be asking for a dance...we have to solve this major problem in our relationship first. So send me an email to zenbuddha77@gmail.com but promise me you will send it ONLY if I know how to dance...so we can discuss this in greater detail. Needless to say, you are going to need my real name so you can contact all of those agencies to find out if I ever have worked for them...or even if I am still on their payroll now.
I promise you with all my heart...that this an original "opening line" that I never got out of any book like that lame ass Kama Sutra...but if you want to use a strap-on on me...I suppose I have no choice. This is only a minor inconvenience but I do have a fantasy of having Ann Couter watch while you are enjoying a piece of ass. However, in light of that fact, would it still be OK if I wore my Bozo clown face during the ceremony...and hold on tight to the memory of my Teddy Bear named Blinkey?
Will someone please tell me if I am making any sense...because I am sooo CONFUSED about my life!
As usual, all my BASH...I haven't given away yet...and then some,
zen(a/k/a Tom)
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I finally broke into the deepest and loneliest cell in hell and found myself chained to the wall...please advise, if I have found the key to open...the chastity belt of your soul...or if I have yet managed...to get under your leaves?
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nIhILiST, sometime solipsist, part time poet, full time Artist, force of Chaos & Anarchy, erotic writer to be, prophet unwelcome in my own land, the buddha is a shit stick & if you see it on the road piss on it for it is an impediment to your enlightenmen
I have to say, you are very
I have to say, you are very interesting. Please post often!