Nothing to read here but something of interest.

[Unsound Mind]

With the sweetest of inductions I say hi. Although, I am inclined to give something resembling a comment to this forum and the many members who do post here, I will not. I have reserved the right to criticize those who feel this urgent need to constantly supply these little white spaces with what I sometimes term as "sexually suggestive travesties in writing." Will this ever end, is the question that so often surfaces. Better yet, if it does end, is there any guarantee that it will not return?

Am I concerned for the mental health of those who frequent here? Of course not. But it does not stop me from concerning myself with what I see as an increasing desire for those of you here who are inclined to speak so frequently with absolutely nothing to say. Do not construe such comments as an attempt by me to mock the thoughts that you and I as no one have been so tragically forced to endure. I, myself was not loved as a child any more than a corpse is cared for once it grows silent, and thus is unable to perform favors and fulfill requests for those it was so closely acquainted with in life. Still, there is a lesson to be derived from all of this, and it is that nothing of sanity can ever be learned.

Yours never,
Mine

[nobody important]

Uh huh.

[Teddy Boy]

Can you repeat that, but this time in ENGLISH!!!!!

> With the sweetest of inductions I say hi. Although, I am
> inclined to give something resembling a comment to this forum
> and the many members who do post here, I will not. I have
> reserved the right to criticize those who feel this urgent need
> to constantly supply these little white spaces with what I
> sometimes term as "sexually suggestive travesties in
> writing." Will this ever end, is the question that so often
> surfaces. Better yet, if it does end, is there any guarantee
> that it will not return?

> Am I concerned for the mental health of those who frequent here?
> Of course not. But it does not stop me from concerning myself
> with what I see as an increasing desire for those of you here
> who are inclined to speak so frequently with absolutely nothing
> to say. Do not construe such comments as an attempt by me to
> mock the thoughts that you and I as no one have been so
> tragically forced to endure. I, myself was not loved as a child
> any more than a corpse is cared for once it grows silent, and
> thus is unable to perform favors and fulfill requests for those
> it was so closely acquainted with in life. Still, there is a
> lesson to be derived from all of this, and it is that nothing of
> sanity can ever be learned.

> Yours never,
> Mine

[nhon]

> Can you repeat that, but this time in ENGLISH!!!!!

i've come to alot of post on here where certain people have such a wide and complex vocabulary/grammar, that i would at least have to read it 2 or 3 times to fully understand it. and when it is fully understood.. i realized that they could have just put it in a much simpler form..

[Unsound Mind]

> Can you repeat that, but this time in ENGLISH!!!!!

Although it would be extremely appropriate for me to concede to
such a request, I am sorry to say that at this time I feel no
urgent need to sit and dwell on the complexities of my decision
to post in such an obscure manner.

In short, what I was trying to convey in my intended convolution
was absolutely nothing; while at the same time supplying further
proof to the theory that sanity is indeed relative.

Always yours,
Never

[Cili]

> Although, I am
> inclined to give something resembling a comment to this forum
> and the many members who do post here, I will not.

> But it does not stop me from concerning myself
> with what I see as an increasing desire for those of you here
> who are inclined to speak so frequently with absolutely nothing
> to say.

The irony is killing me. Stop trying so hard. You've almost got it. Okay, alright, you're clever, whatever; we believe you. Now, shoo until you've sharpened your craft a bit.

[Teddy Boy]

Or until his Psychiatrist comes back from vacation.

> The irony is killing me. Stop trying so hard. You've almost got
> it. Okay, alright, you're clever, whatever; we believe you. Now,
> shoo until you've sharpened your craft a bit.

[you know who this is, why won't you say anything?]

> With the sweetest of inductions I say hi. Although, I am
> inclined to give something resembling a comment to this forum
> and the many members who do post here, I will not. I have
> reserved the right to criticize those who feel this urgent need
> to constantly supply these little white spaces with what I
> sometimes term as "sexually suggestive travesties in
> writing."

Nice to have a scientific word for it.

>Will this ever end, is the question that so often
> surfaces. Better yet, if it does end, is there any guarantee
> that it will not return?

I don't know why you would care so much to worry about it.

> Am I concerned for the mental health of those who frequent here?
> Of course not. But it does not stop me from concerning myself
> with what I see as an increasing desire for those of you here
> who are inclined to speak so frequently with absolutely nothing
> to say. Do not construe such comments as an attempt by me to
> mock the thoughts that you and I as no one have been so
> tragically forced to endure. I, myself was not loved as a child
> any more than a corpse is cared for once it grows silent, and
> thus is unable to perform favors and fulfill requests for those
> it was so closely acquainted with in life. Still, there is a
> lesson to be derived from all of this, and it is that nothing of
> sanity can ever be learned.

Because there are many of us out there that don't have the opportunity, even in play, to let that side of ourselves be known. In daily life, I don't get to meet too many available people. I have my eye on one, but it has become apparent to me that it would be too impossible to achieve anything if they don't bend a little bit and help. But they don't. They plow onward, and I'm left behind. So, I'm left alone night after night, and don't know where to go. No matter what I do in my life, and no matter how set in my ways of being a loner I am, there is a part of me that needs to be awakened.

Have you ever read Lady Chatterley's Lover? It's like that.

I personally don't ask for much. I don't need constant attention. I can go for days without it, but sexuality is completely different than companionship. We can express it without actually liking the person.

[the one who doesn't make any sense]

what's a teddy boy?




Mark Simpson is One Sick Bastard

[now, i see what you're saying]

Let's say for two seconds you knew how you felt about someone. Something happens, and you aren't sure what they think. You wake up a bit bruised from the ordeal.

Part of you wants to carry on as if nothing happened, because you have to do that in real life. It's not like you can honestly expect anyone to listen to this with a straight face. As much as it hurts, you will never get an ounce of pity or help from anyone, and after years, you become good at it. Your friends are never going to come to your aid. They've found a new group to go clubbing with and left you at the house all to yourself. Not because you were a terrible friend. It's because they've completely changed their life objective and dumped anyone that doesn't fit it. The other friends whine pitifully that they are seperated from their loved one a total of 10 days. A large part of you wants to kick their ass to the curb because of their sorry unfounded whinefest, but once again, you must remain quiet.

Part of you wants to hold up your head and show that it takes something much bigger to flatten you.

Part of you so desperately wants it to happen again and again because even their taunting is the best attention you've ever gotten.

All these voices in your head and none of them winning. Think about that over your filet mignon.

[the deadest thing alive enough to die]

Try Prozac! It worked for me.

> Let's say for two seconds you knew how you felt about someone.
> Something happens, and you aren't sure what they think. You wake
> up a bit bruised from the ordeal.

> Part of you wants to carry on as if nothing happened, because
> you have to do that in real life. It's not like you can honestly
> expect anyone to listen to this with a straight face. As much as
> it hurts, you will never get an ounce of pity or help from
> anyone, and after years, you become good at it. Your friends are
> never going to come to your aid. They've found a new group to go
> clubbing with and left you at the house all to yourself. Not
> because you were a terrible friend. It's because they've
> completely changed their life objective and dumped anyone that
> doesn't fit it. The other friends whine pitifully that they are
> seperated from their loved one a total of 10 days. A large part
> of you wants to kick their ass to the curb because of their
> sorry unfounded whinefest, but once again, you must remain
> quiet.

> Part of you wants to hold up your head and show that it takes
> something much bigger to flatten you.

> Part of you so desperately wants it to happen again and again
> because even their taunting is the best attention you've ever
> gotten.

> All these voices in your head and none of them winning. Think
> about that over your filet mignon.

[Unsound Mind]

> Because there are many of us out there that don't have the
> opportunity, even in play, to let that side of ourselves be
> known.

Maybe the side of you that is waiting to be witnessed is not fit for play.

>In daily life, I don't get to meet too many available people.

That's because too many available people are already taken.

> I have my eye on one, but it has become apparent to me
> that it would be too impossible to achieve anything if they
> don't bend a little bit and help.

Maybe they are waiting for you to break a little bit and help.

> But they don't. They plow
> onward, and I'm left behind.

Put yourself ahead of them so when they plow forward they crash directly into you.

> So, I'm left alone night after
> night, and don't know where to go.

You do not need to go anywhere to get where you want to be.

Stand perfectly still and soon you will arrive.

> No matter what I do in my life, and no matter how set in my ways of
> being a loner I am, there is a part of me that needs to be awakened.

And that is most likely the part of you that while awake and aware wishes it was still asleep.

> Have you ever read Lady Chatterley's Lover? It's like that.

I refuse to believe that anything is comparable to "Lady Chatterly's Lover."

> I personally don't ask for much. I don't need constant
> attention. I can go for days without it, but sexuality is
> completely different than companionship. We can express it
> without actually liking the person.

And such an expression can leave you feeling just as empty as they day you died.

I am,
Nothing

[Unsound Mind]

> Let's say for two seconds you knew how you felt about someone.

If I knew you longer than two seconds I would know how you felt about everyone.

But even then, knowing such things for only two seconds would not be sufficient enough time to know how you felt about anyone.

> Something happens, and you aren't sure what they think. You wake
> up a bit bruised from the ordeal.

Remain asleep.

Then there will be little time in the day for life to allow you to feel bruised.

> Part of you wants to carry on as if nothing happened, because
> you have to do that in real life.

In death there is no carrying on, just remaining.

It is impossible to fully accomplish that in life.

At least a real one.

So, try to imagine being dead.

It curves the appetite.

> It's not like you can honestly expect anyone to listen to this with > a straight face.

Still, it is possible for there to be deep concern in laughter.

There are indeed things sad enough to laugh over, and more importantly, funny enough to listen to.

Anything labeled profound is never worth keeping a straight face over.

Beware of those with little expression.

They are never truly listening.

Only waiting to speak.

> As much as it hurts, you will never get an ounce
> pity or help from anyone, and after years, you become good at it.
> Your friends are never going to come to your aid. They've found a
> new group to go clubbing with and left you at the house all to
> yourself. Not because you were a terrible friend. It's because
> they've completely changed their life objective and dumped anyone
> that doesn't fit it. The other friends whine pitifully that they
> are seperated from their loved one a total of 10 days. A large part > of you wants to kick their ass to the curb because of their sorry
> unfounded whinefest, but once again, you must remain quiet.

Friendships are considered important to someone only until the other person has something to say.

Anything more takes too much time to care about.

> Part of you wants to hold up your head and show that it takes
> something much bigger to flatten you.

But holding your head up will only make you a larger target for something much bigger to flatten you.

> Part of you so desperately wants it to happen again and again
> because even their taunting is the best attention you've ever
> gotten.

Maybe their tauning is the best attention you have ever allowed.

> All these voices in your head and none of them winning. Think
> about that over your filet mignon.

Oh but you see, it is likely that these voices in your head have little in common.

Some of them must either be killed or learn to compromise.

My only suggestion is that you make an attempt to choose only to allow voices of similar interest inside your head.

It is their very own conflict that is causing you your very own conflict.

Again and again,
And Again

[broken record]

> Maybe the side of you that is waiting to be witnessed is not fit
> for play.

It doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. It's not like they were actually acted upon. For example, morrissey taunts the crowds with his stuff, but would he actually take each and every one of them home and sleep with them? The key is to lead them on in a way where they know they will be unlucky, but think that they aren't.

> That's because too many available people are already taken.

> Maybe they are waiting for you to break a little bit and help.

Hey, where do you think I went last month?

If there are other ways of getting to point B, then nobody has bothered telling me what they are.

> Put yourself ahead of them so when they plow forward they crash
> directly into you.

But if they are the Phantom Menace, then it does you no good if you can't see them.

> You do not need to go anywhere to get where you want to be.

> Stand perfectly still and soon you will arrive.

I've been sitting in this chair for a few years. I think my other self is hanging out at Baskin Robbins.

> And that is most likely the part of you that while awake and
> aware wishes it was still asleep.

> I refuse to believe that anything is comparable to "Lady
> Chatterly's Lover."

Oh yes! It's a fun book, and there is something so true about it. One of the first books that shows a woman can't live on bread alone.

> And such an expression can leave you feeling just as empty as
> they day you died.

If there is no afterlife, then I won't have the conscience to know I'm missing anything.

[this again]

> If I knew you longer than two seconds I would know how you felt
> about everyone.

> But even then, knowing such things for only two seconds would
> not be sufficient enough time to know how you felt about anyone.

Just a bit of words. I was asking you to be in my place for that amount of time.

> Remain asleep.

> Then there will be little time in the day for life to allow you
> to feel bruised.

> In death there is no carrying on, just remaining.

> It is impossible to fully accomplish that in life.

> At least a real one.

> So, try to imagine being dead.

> It curves the appetite.

But I don't want to be dead. I had been in a state where I merely existed for many years and I look back on them with a sort of regret. They are my missing link. Now, I'm supposed to be the sum of what I had matured from, and I'm now supposed to be fully able to accept any consequences or advances given to me, and in reality, I don't know how. I pay for my lack of knowledge.

> Still, it is possible for there to be deep concern in laughter.

> There are indeed things sad enough to laugh over, and more
> importantly, funny enough to listen to.

> Anything labeled profound is never worth keeping a straight face
> over.

> Beware of those with little expression.

> They are never truly listening.

> Only waiting to speak.

Still, this is not something you can say to them. They don't understand, and you know why they won't understand. It's just something for me.

> Friendships are considered important to someone only until the
> other person has something to say.

Truthfully, I substitute the word "friend" for what she really is...acquantaince who was once a friend. And no, it was not because she opened her mouth.

> Anything more takes too much time to care about.

Then why care about anyone?

> But holding your head up will only make you a larger target for
> something much bigger to flatten you.

Depends on who is looking for you, and how fast you can run. Rambo can eliminate an entire VC army, and he is just one guy.

> Maybe their tauning is the best attention you have ever allowed.

Because I'm not a normal person. I get unnerved by everything. The idea of being personally responsible for someone's happiness is too big a concept for me to comprehend. I live very plainly, and I really don't know what to do with guests.

> Oh but you see, it is likely that these voices in your head have
> little in common.

I think that they do. How will I be better off in the end? If it explodes and he has already changed his mind, and if I end up going home, what will there be for me when I return? After all, that is what I have left.

You see, as boring and as trivial as my life can be, I can imagine much worse situations for it than a failed venture.

> Some of them must either be killed or learn to compromise.

I never have peace for a second.

> My only suggestion is that you make an attempt to choose only to
> allow voices of similar interest inside your head.

> It is their very own conflict that is causing you your very own
> conflict.

What can I say? I'm a very conflictual person.

But what about you? What do you want out of it? How would you like to go about it? It's nice to have the ideas that you do, but I assume the reason you persist in your methods is because you want something out of them.

This is what I mean by bending just a little. I don't mean anything emotional, I'm talking about logistics. Simple questions of where to go and what to do. It's nice to feel all you want, but if all you want is the emotion, then you are sitting in the right spot.

By the way, you might like to know that I sent your Silly friend a gift. Maybe when he is done with it you can beat it out of him. I was surprised to find that he is a bit friendlier with me than I thought he might.

[Tough Girl]

Who are you and how did you get to be so sexy?

> If I knew you longer than two seconds I would know how you felt
> about everyone.

> But even then, knowing such things for only two seconds would
> not be sufficient enough time to know how you felt about anyone.

> Remain asleep.

> Then there will be little time in the day for life to allow you
> to feel bruised.

> In death there is no carrying on, just remaining.

> It is impossible to fully accomplish that in life.

> At least a real one.

> So, try to imagine being dead.

> It curves the appetite.

> Still, it is possible for there to be deep concern in laughter.

> There are indeed things sad enough to laugh over, and more
> importantly, funny enough to listen to.

> Anything labeled profound is never worth keeping a straight face
> over.

> Beware of those with little expression.

> They are never truly listening.

> Only waiting to speak.

> Friendships are considered important to someone only until the
> other person has something to say.

> Anything more takes too much time to care about.

> But holding your head up will only make you a larger target for
> something much bigger to flatten you.

> Maybe their tauning is the best attention you have ever allowed.

> Oh but you see, it is likely that these voices in your head have
> little in common.

> Some of them must either be killed or learn to compromise.

> My only suggestion is that you make an attempt to choose only to
> allow voices of similar interest inside your head.

> It is their very own conflict that is causing you your very own
> conflict.

> Again and again,
> And Again

[Mr. So & So admirer]

Mr. So & So, I presume?

> If I knew you longer than two seconds I would know how you felt
> about everyone.

> But even then, knowing such things for only two seconds would
> not be sufficient enough time to know how you felt about anyone.

> Remain asleep.

> Then there will be little time in the day for life to allow you
> to feel bruised.

> In death there is no carrying on, just remaining.

> It is impossible to fully accomplish that in life.

> At least a real one.

> So, try to imagine being dead.

> It curves the appetite.

> Still, it is possible for there to be deep concern in laughter.

> There are indeed things sad enough to laugh over, and more
> importantly, funny enough to listen to.

> Anything labeled profound is never worth keeping a straight face
> over.

> Beware of those with little expression.

> They are never truly listening.

> Only waiting to speak.

> Friendships are considered important to someone only until the
> other person has something to say.

> Anything more takes too much time to care about.

> But holding your head up will only make you a larger target for
> something much bigger to flatten you.

> Maybe their tauning is the best attention you have ever allowed.

> Oh but you see, it is likely that these voices in your head have
> little in common.

> Some of them must either be killed or learn to compromise.

> My only suggestion is that you make an attempt to choose only to
> allow voices of similar interest inside your head.

> It is their very own conflict that is causing you your very own
> conflict.

> Again and again,
> And Again

[suzanne]

> Mr. So & So, I presume?

Of course. The king of internet porn to turn around and complain that someone else is doing it. He was always the leader of the "do as I say and not as I do" pack.

Very sorry indeed.

[Holly GoLightly]

> Of course. The king of internet porn

Oh please you obviously weren't clever enough to detect the humor in Mr. So & So's posts.

>to turn around and complain
> that someone else is doing it. He was always the leader of the
> "do as I say and not as I do" pack. Very sorry indeed.

Hmm... I detect some bitterness.

[suzanne]

> Oh please you obviously weren't clever enough to detect the
> humor in Mr. So & So's posts.

All I saw was a bunch of moaning about him being dead.

> Hmm... I detect some bitterness.

Good Lord. The "we love Mr So & So for being a twat like us" club comes to his defense.