Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
The stage is set for you.
I like to think of myself as being good at conversation. But I was shocked at one I was dragged into on a bulletin board on here recently. Outlining the issues will be instructive. Here we go .... I am a recognised authority on a wide range of subjects. I'm a really big reader. I like to think I can stimulate others, challenge them mentally, on many levels. So the profile header I chose reflected that. I merely ticked that option, since it is offered, and said a little about what it meant in my case. So far, so good, you'd think. But this morning I logged onto my account and saw a new thread which, even with its severe and bizarre abbreviations, I could see was aimed right at me and issues I'd raised. This concerned the deceptive beauty of some germane languages ... I'm half-germane, on my mother's side. I always try to be gentile in my opinions. But I had argued with a degree of passion, maybe. But why should that bother anyone? I thought I was making a simultaneously general and personal point, to which no-one could take offence. In the event though it wasn't the case. I'm still striving to accommodate those harsh words tossed in my direction, by some weird notionalist. No sensation can compete with that. I'm fed up with constructed guidance, and sometimes I'm contained within my own pleasure. I'm no cloud, however. I never forget. So I'm not starting now. Anymore broadsides and I publish, ok. Zee
Saturday, June 20, 2009
We live in a remote rural location in the far north west of England. We work hard and thrive upon physicality for its own sake and in environments where that is both logical and inevitable. Fulfillment services what is most essential - and in every case, and without fail. We are prepared for your alteration. Indeed, we have based ideas we've already had upon any immediate requirements you might have of us. Only through manual labour can the world by modified. Our home is open to you if you agree. We are not prepared to elaborate within any detailed discussion, unless you appear sexual, transmitted, a piece of meat. If interested, you will respond with a formal curriculum vitae, medical history and a picture showing your whole face. R & R
Been here before without success. Been away. Fucked up thoughts, getting over stuff - mostly HIM. Giving it another try. Black thoughts though. Ultimately I am looking for a loving relationship. Why is that so strange? I'm in the wrong place I realise. If this is merely idle, then so what? I work hard, and my life is not the one I want. So I'm seeking distractions in the short-term and grander stuff in the longer-term. A little about me.... I like to explore everything that is around me, even if on automatic. The smallest things bring me pleasure, because I take the time notice. Here it is: I AM SENSUAL, if that is your thing. I don't carbon copy. Get over it. Other encounters between two people have no ending. Forget all that. All I know is the
Forget all that. All I know is thekiss was denied.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I cannot wait.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Others limit rationality, no me. I cannot understand why I have been accused as I have been. In my defence, because I was caught off-guard, I listed all kinds of subjective preferences, which, to be fair, I thought would be sufficient given the standing of my central accuser. It wasn't until I was confronted with wider consequences, and the image of your department came more clearly into view, that I realised that I have to go further. It isn't that I've performed some kind of demeaning volte-face, as some have suggested on postings I've seen elsewhere on this god-forsaken site; I've altered not one representation, nor have I realigned any practical goal, nor, indeed, have I been imprecise in my calculations. My preliminary definitions hold. The arguments against me are all about process and achieving a workable consensus concerning what process itself means. Whilst I recognise the validity of claims associated with this key paradigm shift, their emphasis upon conceptual assumptions, claimed as implicit, shared and imminent, is utterly meaningless. Perhaps, by dint of pure authority, you will judge me negatively, and in so doing exclude me for the work I have been doing, faithfully, for over twelve years. I know the truth, however, and I will neither confess nor be silent for your convenience.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
I welcome the opportunity to speak to, and to learn and grow with people from this site.
Much love x
Friday, June 05, 2009
| Ha ha figures walk through me so we can note that i am not walking through them. i am whipped up into frenzies. i am looking for their [...]. i am new to this and don't mind how much deeper i go. hope you're at the bottom when i fall there.|
Thursday, June 04, 2009
To 4evayours: Poor foolish darling, God has no 'mojo' - whatever that is! You use terminologies I neither understand nor care about. But this is not a call by me to be educated by you. My intentions are purely rhetorical; some fun at your expense. I was initially tempted simply to correct your innumerable spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. But, though the savagery of doing so appealled, the excersise would just take too long! I know the Internet is about open-access, democracy and all that guff, but you could at least try to write something legible. Anyway, just to say along the way, guys, after this tirade, I’m heading into hibernation. I've grown bored of this site, as, despite the wishes of its esteamed and well-meaning moderators, I see all the same things discussed day-after-day. I think perhaps I've been here too long, and maybe it is time to find another entertaining waste-of-time! So - bye bye, one and all. Back to my tirade ... Methinks, you're a bit, what used to be called, educationally-subnormal; easy meat, then - oh good! I don't even have to use, what you'd no doubt call, 'big words' to go fatally beyond your ken. I do love a low-input fuckwit on a boring Tuesday night. So, I suppose I should thank you! I won't do so, though ... This is all I'm prepared to do for you, 4evayours ... Come to me, my feral pig, of too-little-too-late; be re-added to the things I aim to curse. Be the hollow bitch on my shopping-list, and I will gladly impose upon you. Joanna
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
I tend its filaments, casting forward, and with it myself, ethereal and genteel. No surrender. Not for this land of black sets and stalkers. Desire falls upon its arching back, replenished by supplication. No flag for equus. No matriarch.