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You think it's all over and then, b/c God hates you, he calls at 1 in the morning. B/c you're a fucktard, you end up at his house w/in an hour. You wake up at 6, you look at his handsome face, those full lips you pretended to forget and you hate the bastard for being so wonderful. Infuriated w/his radiance, you get your things, you leave while he's still asleep. You walk down the street towards the train practiacally eating your entire pack of cigarettes, grumbling and growling in anger. When you get home, the refrigerator door opens and never closes. You listen to The Black Star album and stare a hole into your fresh new $8 pack of Camel Lights, willing yourself to spare your lungs. "Fuck it" you mutter. "I'm just going to have a cigarette. I'm going to have a cigarette and smoke the shit out of it. Then I'm gonna have a another and smoke the shit out of that one." I hate men-- b/c I love them so much. God I'm lame. I called James and asked him what men are doing when they're not busy turning women into psycopaths. "Jacking off" he laughed. "And drinking beer." Wtf? Well... ask and idiot and you get that kind of answer. There is a point to all this, I swear. The point is this: To all my ex-boyfriends: get aids. You're all massive walking ball sacks and I would like for you to rot in hell. But we can still be friends. To all my potential boyfirends: "I love you, I hate you, the sex was good last night, why didn't you call me, who's she, I hate you, why won't you love me." There. I've nagged you and you've ignored me. We've had a relationship. Stay the fuck away from me.

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Thanks izzy, I missed your voice.


keep on fucking, keep on smoking, if it keeps you writing like that.

but I hope you are never a martyr for your art

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Man you've got man trouble all over you!!!!
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ST, I missed yabbing. Dave... you have no idea. lol.

--k

Hmmmm how do you relief yourself for it then????
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Fahgettaboutit.
In the big scheme of things, men are but a dalliance for women to please themselves with. Not to be taken too seriously my dear.
Standing, yes.
Slouching, often.

Enjoyed reading you.
H

Hester got a point Izzy, and Joan Rirvers says get a dog.
We are just here to sweat for ya, a male appendages to your beautiful dark body. Think about us as earrings. We are the ultimate accesory.

I don't knowIzzy I was only in it for the pleasure of it.


To bad love has to be a power struggle


Joe campbell talks about the zeal for the organs for each other, I suppose he meant the genitalia, but I think he could have meant our brains. Cause I think that is where love sits. It comes in through the eyes and ears, then the lips, the hands the arms, penis and vagina should be the last organs engaged.

But you know how teen spirit stinks. Love stinks, a sticky afair..

If this is about the goofy looking guy you posted a picture of
I can understand. He is pretty cute.

I am 65 if you start at day one I average a lover about one every eight years. That comes out to 7.125 women. I can't remember who the 1/8 of a woman was. A brief affair. There have been a couple that felt like true love, and one that was true love. I always enjoyed a revenge fuck. Of course at the time I did not know what it was and it hurt like hell. But it was sweet too. She had this long term affair that was the real deal she thought. Then he traded her in for a later model and she was crushed. So she went and found the biggest loser she could, fuck me , to spite him.

Oh well, what a tool I am. In the morning mellow light I turned to her and smiled and she said "you are an ass hole." My speciality short romances.

I think LT said it best.

Romance
Romance is a concept
best served in the surreal

ST, the pic of what guy? Hest... it's a terrible terrible reoccurance of every relationship I've had in my short life. Of every kiss, of every touch. It just hurts more when you close your eyes at night and see his face. It feels worse when you touch yourself and can only think of what his hands feel like. Forget about it? Forget about what?

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This guy. But the picture is gone.

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... ght=#25032

This might sum up what happeing with you!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40Mpmj1d9yA
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interesting ventilation. I hate women for being so god damned beautiful. I hate the fact that certain women have eyes that can cause me to spontaneously combust. I hate deep, passionate conversations. I despise that warm, gooey feeling that I get when I am wrapped up in a womens soft, delicate arms. I really get sick thinking about that smile on my face when I was a position to walk down the street on a sunny day holding a womens hand and feeling like I was with someone who really gave a shit. Oh sweet, sweet women..... Tell me you love me and stay just long enough for me to begin believing it, Tell me you love the way I live, tell me you envy my convictions and spontaneity, tell me it's cool with you that I like to drink a keg of beer with my dinner, tell me that you love my poetry and adore my passionate nature, lay with me after sex and rattle off pathetic banter of how you'll love me forever and nothing will ever change, oh sweet, sweet women...kiss my soul, swallow my cum, bandage my bleeding heart...oh sweet, sweet women...giggle at my jokes, weep from my poems, understand my logic, live in my stories, pretend, pretend, pretend.....

I love them all. I just can't remember why.

izzy, truck, yab

this is why I love you guys

you are honest enough to talk about real subjects

I refer you to my latest column

I think it suits the topic

izzy, you prove me a liar

That guy, ST, was just a friend. Nothing of the sort that could make me melt, the way this idiot ex of mine does. If only it were he... *sigh*. Yab... you have no idea how much more we hate it than you do... no idea. LRod... as I've always said... if can prove the other person is wrong, you're always right. And might I add that I am simply delighted that it was you! Dave... where do you get this stuff? LOL.

--k

I know nothing. I will tell you this freely and for a long time. I know nothing. But sometimes I think I do...which is of course complete bull shit rolled in toilet paper. I know this because I am so often proved wrong. But, regardless, I forage on, looking for wisdom in every nook and cranny, up every brook and dale.

It appears that...

Either love has a tendency to die very quickly or all these people out there who are "fucking like bunnies" are merely in lust, getting their jollies where and how they may. And if you're not absolutely certain you love a person I really think you should be content with your own hand. There are hearts out there being hurt all over the place. Practise a little (or a lot of) restraint, a little (or a lot of) self control. Wait for that one person who does it for you like no other. And then, if you've given it your best shot and God is kind and in your corner it should work out. If not, if you lose him, then at least you've lived and loved, and that's nothing to sneeze at...there are people who have never even come close to having that.

It's like the words of that song..."I never really cared until I met you". I think you will find that to be true. But you won't know it's true until it happens.

I'm gonna dangle from a limb here and say that loving someone is a blessing and a privilege, and does not die, never dies, nor can it be killed, if you realize what you've got, most people sadly do not. They do not treasure love, and it should be, must be, treasured. True love does not die. I'll utter those words on my death bed, I believe them to be that true. I really believe it. (Do I hear someone sniggering? ...stop it! I take love very seriously!)

Anyway, if you love this jerkwad then give him time and space to come to his senses.

Loving someone, holding them in your heart is the warmest of feelings, nuttin' like it. And you always want the best for them. Yes, you might get ticked at them, heartily dismayed, but that warmth never truly ever goes away.

Anyway, I'm sure you were just venting. It's nice of you to share your life's dilemmas and dramas with us. I'm always interested in what you're doing you silly twit! Carry on. May you find the utmost happiness in your life. I am certain you shall, but maybe, just maybe try being a little more discriminating with your delectable attentions.

Oh, and you really must try to get this unreasonable "infuriation" of yours under control. You got fucked by someone you really really clearly care about...what you complaining about!?!?

Anyway, disclaimer...I know nothing. Does anyone really?