Dear dearpointless:
One man's art is another man's pornography?
One man's beauty is another man's obscenity?
Rings a bell?...
Wanna ring mine 'cause I wanna ring yours?
Wonderboy is a pussy I preffer Wolverine. He's macho.
What's your point? Do you have one or are you just here to vent your anxieties and insecurities in public?
Are we supposed to act like your therapist or as a friend that you don't have?
Just wondering.
Tsk. The last lover I gave myself to, I mean, give my entire self to, I ended up slapping his face and finding my glasses splotched with blood.
But I know what you mean Lucy. The thing that bugs me though is... the morning. And then it all changes. We are so... kind to each other. Kindness! Full of empty promises and sweet smiles that... that I thought were sacred.
God.
It hurts. It hurts.
It sounds more like you are a delusional slut who'll fuck anybody and then wonder why it was so empty.
Heightened expectations leads to heightened dissapointments. A common modern plight of the over-pampered.
I hope you're a female cause you sound kind of gay.
If you had slapped me I would have shoved your head through the nearest wall and then licked the blood off of my face and smiled as I walked away.
Is the predator always to blame or is the prey responsible for its own stupidity also?
When will we stop blaming others for ourselves, when will we accept responsibility for our own choices?
The universe is indifferent sweetheart, deal with it or get the fuck out of the way!!!!
ACTUALLY -- LOL! I find strangers... sumptuous. Dark figures. Dark rooms. Dark sex. Dark mornings.
Dark spots on your genitals, dark circles around your eyes, dark coffee, darkness in your soul.
Are you so vacuous?
You would rather give yourself to nothingness than have nothing at all, pathetic.
Have you heard of dignity? Its looking for you.
That was the freakiest part. You see, my father was an "intellect" -- but I was "not". He turned me onto Nietzsche for some queer reason, probably wanted to show off, like all of them... could never figure that one out.
Ah, but you not understanding is excactly what is wrong with you.
Did you know intellectualism like baldness skips a generation? Some say we inherit our minds from our mothers.
Tough luck.
The fact that you took it as "showing-off" says more about you than him or these others.
Maybe you should become a 'born-again' Christian and find solace in myth and servitude.
The wilds are no place for stray sheep. There are wolves about...wait....what was that?!....run....run it comes.
Oh -- the talking clouds, and the growing trees... and still, the stars twinkle.
Now I feel like I'm showing off.
Showing-off what, your rambling romanticism?
Are you pure emotion or do you have reason as well?
Stop crying and start acting or just write me a poem.
Wouldn't God approve of thought? Divine thought? And in choice expect reason for it, right? It is reason He demands -- not "divine" thought that's already tired and a template for conduct. A hard cock is a beautiful organ: can you justify it? Hence your ignorance. And your distain. Don't accuse your God for your shortcomings.
Who's this 'He' guy you mention?
Man, you are an idiot.
If one needs to see first hand evidence of the effects of Christianity on the mind look no further. Follow 'dearpointless' and her postings through time.
A fascinating example even if quit pathetic.
Why must I justify my hard cock to you or at all?
The only thing I accuse my god of is your existence.
Riiight... back on subject. You know Lucy -- I'm not anything special.
I could have told you that sweetheart.
Now why don't you answer Lucy's question or are you afraid of it?