Remy, you FOOL...for the Love of Jesus! You are absolutely right...err...uhhh...ummmm. I mean absolutely CORRECT as always!
And if you can't have haters for enemies....what is the point in having them at all?
I don't know about anyone else but I am sick and tired of all us wanna bee Messiahs and Messiahesses, however humanly frail as we are, trying to save the world from being engulfed by HATRED! Don't YOU at least see that we are just wasting our lives? Why must you always seek to help the most depraved with hate try to understand that all the HATRED they are obsessed with having for others...is all meant for themselves? Can't you just love the sins of Lust and just endure those times when the spirit is willing but the flesh is too weak to fuck all nite like we use to...when there were more good drugs around? Can't you think, in hopeless times like these, of God's greatest creation of all? Pussy itself! Think of Emma Goldman's pussy. I know a lot of men ate her pussy and knowing Emma, I'll bet a few Women ate her pussy too. Now isn't that a happier thought than trying to save haters from KNOWING that it was the Yids who killed that fucking Jew boy Jesus and KNOWING equally as well...that the world is flat too? Don't you know that they have documents to prove that Jesus was born of a virgin and that is how the haters crucified him then...just as they do today? By deifying him with nonsensical miracles instead of seeing his Divinity...in everyone. Haven't you ever read the scriptures where he said, "What ever you do to least of my brethren...you do it unto Me."
Can't you see that the haters interpretation of that is absolutely righteous and who he was really referring to when he said brethren is blacks...because they call each other "bro"? And he didn't even mean the black sistahs either otherwise he would have said, "What ever you do to the least of my brethren and girl friend...you do it unto Me." Haven't you ever heard that other old saying of Jesus' either, "Love your enemy as yourself." The haters are right again on that point also. He didn't mean to kill your enemy with Love...he meant to obliterate them...with Hatred! That is what it means to love your enemy as yourself.
Why must I constantly have to come back from my wanderings on the lust filled porn sites to this cesspool of political b.s. just to advocate sexual perversions over hate as a way to salvation, when all I have to do with the whores of love that I hang out with on the dirty channels is to remind them of the political ideals of Christ. And that cumm Judgment Day everyone of those fallen angels are going to be held accountable...for not inflicting more orgasm on the world than they they took out of it! Need I say more...or is there still a dry eye in the house?
Well alright then let me just say this. Karen hasn't sat on my face all day or all nite either. The fucking slut left me yesterday for one of her other husbands...to go a "Talking Heads" concert. And she is not going to be back till FRIDAY! And she left me with the kids, a sink full of dishes, the wash and a house that is a disaster...a lousy six pack(which is already gone) and rolling tobacco. Who the fuck does she think she is? Satan? Venus? Aphrodite? Lucifer? Mother Nature? Or...? Which of course she patiently explained to me on the nite before she left...by taking a beer in her hand, blessed it(by guzzling it of course) and then giving it to me while saying, "All of the above...and I am sick and tired of living like this. I expect the house to be ready for painting by the time I get home."
What a fucking whore! Well screw her. I haven't done a god dam thing all day but watch tv and tell the kids to shut up because I am busy writing this. And I intend to not do a god dam thing she told me to do either...until I have a cup of coffee, another cig and call her just to ruin her time by saying that I didn't feed the children last nite...the steak I had promised to grill. I'm going to fix it tonight after I feed them a late lunch of potato pancakes before I start torturing HER kids by making them help with the cleaning no matter how much they wale and scream. Boy, that'll fix her ass!
OMFG! I can't wait until she gets back...just so I can tell her how much I hate her right now! So see, Remy, there is a time for every season under heaven and by the time she gets back I intend to hate her so much...I'm going to fuck her death! And I don't care how many times I have to kiss her, or where geographically...on her body I have to do it, to muffle her dieing cries of, "Oh dear God, please! If I have one more multi-orgasm...I just know it is going to kill me!"
(Oh shit! Maybe I should at least do the dishes before I call her!!!!???????)
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i am here compelled by an urge filled with disagreement
how fond i am of logic in that as soon as the sockets start rolling i am able to contrive some sense and some meaning, infusing it little by little with each moment that flies by. and it is within this sense of logic that this made up story which is taking place in front of my eyes is played out.
how i detest those around me that bream with confidence, so entirely submerged within self righteousness, wallowing in everything this society gives them. yet it still pales in comparison by my dislike of those that mimic them, trying to be just like them ... brutish, indulging, blind!!
then there are the rest of us ... fighting to make sense of a world that will not for a single moment yield to a set definition. we are left in utter confusion!!!!! i am me and you are you, so what right do i have in attempting to understand. we are two people surrounded by different circumstances, tempted by and overpowered by different vices. it is this difference that springs forth the illusion of individuality. it is this idea of individuality that binds us to misery, loneliness, death
what would happen if i said that i understand? what would happen if i told you that i see? actions, inactions, the meaning .........
it would not matter! the unceasing force we are in possession of, be it divine or primal, compel us, even if we see it, even if we understand it. that is why life is in fact a divine comedy.
you will do as you have always done
PS you must forgive me for my arrogance.
The on going saga of a hubbie with a wife...with many husbands.
She is still alive...unfortunately. And the reason? She finally came waltzing in with her favorite boy friend at 1:30 this morning so drunk on having a good time with him...that she could barely walk. And in fact she was so out of it and so completely oblivious at how furious I was at her thinking that everything was alright...she acted like she could care less that I absolutely refused to kiss her trampy ass at all...except for a perfunctory lite little peck...on her left cheek. And I only did that because her oldest son was still up waiting with me for his mommie dearest to return and I didn't feel he should be subjected to seeing my rage at that hour of the nite. After all, the boy is only 19!
So then what does she have the gaul to do after rolling around on the floor for all of five minutes paying more attention to one of our two dogs than she ever has to me just because he missed her so much(he got violently ill, threw up and pooped all over the bathroom and of course I cleaned it up...you don't think I need a butler to worry about her sharing her "affections" with too do you?) she announces that she is too tired to stay up any longer and that she is going "to sleep". She then retires...outside to call her favorite husband who lives in Texas! Well, I don't need to get hit in the head with an axe to take a hint so I did what any self respecting one of her harem would do under similar circumstances...I slept on the couch.
I just got up a few minutes ago after a terrible sleepless nite trying to solve all the problems in the world which she obviously could care less about because she knows she always has me...to worry about them...whether I want her...or not. So I'm still giving her the silent treatment which she doesn't know about yet and I'm going to continue to...until I see her again. I just heard her a few minutes ago outside singing and so help me fucking God Almighty when I get to "her kitchen" if I have to make my own coffee this morning...I'm going to tell her to kiss my ass this time!
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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
NO!!! and i disagree
frailties of human nature, numerous as they are, are still only vices implanted into our head by deamons. in this world where deamons are not vices and vices are caused by deamons it is the reason for such a state of affairs. because i can say that a concept defined in a sense of a non-corporeal being that persides over my very essence causing me to act in manners not befiting that of a saint is weak. the scientific approach we must employ in understanding ultimately excludes faith. once we exclude faith then we exclude the "profound". since there is no expression that would move us profoundly we must find an outlet...no matter what it is! so therefore you f*ck, you write, you push and you prod until something overwhelms you..... what does science tell us of that which is profound, what is profound ... NOTHING.
ITS all made up! even the deamons .... we are the instigators, we set the wheel of karma in motion ... i am the deamon and i am the vice ... existence is
now that i know this i am my own master and i can build and create and fashion after that something that stirs within me. if we are brothers and if we are to love eachother we must see this commonality. but yes and still yet within this commonality deamons rear their heads ... I am not G-d since i am imperfect ...
since i am imperfect i will create an imperfect world and show that i am a poor master! that is how i will repulse you, make you hate me, judge and condemn me
in the end nothing really matters and the only thing that will save me and you is our earnestness, cloaked by patience. maybe then we will find immortality hidden withing one hundredths of a millisecond. then we will see G-d ...
now that i've seen him this unstructured method by which i've found him escapes me ... i am yet again lost, brought back to this world of attachment, because i must attach to these commonalities to remain sane ...
funny how volnerable i am in that i can not see, i feel as though i am a blind man without his aide ... this is what they refer to as "individuality" ...