Sisyphus
Today it feels endless. The heave of shoulder to stone. Each inch won with sweat and the scrape of skin on rough grey. The beat of sun and the visceral absence of wind. The burn of light and the grunt of just holding still. The cry of birds, mocking their freedom from the sky. The sweet, barely felt touch of grass beneath naked feet. Felt through skin thickened by an eternity of exertion. Up. Up. Up. No water or wine to quench a throat on fire. No bread to ease the strain of every breaking muscle. No voice of encouragement to move the soul. And no end to aim for. Just a tipping point. A tiny, fractured moment of release. Before beginning again. Nothing else. Just me and stone.
- Dolce's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Comments
frankie
not me - v. apparently you are the only reason that he bothers to 'visit'.
and - of course i dig ya. you know this. and if you werent the positively riveting and very much 'one of us peasants' human being that you are - i wouldnt give a toss how great your writing was, (which it is). if that were the case, i would be equally well served by reading a few pages of sylvia's very best.
one's superior ability and simple humanity should not be confused - and while you are clearly able to lambase wtih impressive linguistics, it seems to be humanity itself, with all it's warts and spelling atrocities which inspires you from the getgo.
so yeah frankie (i'm sticking with that name, because you know where frankie goes, dontcha? and i reckon you're headed there someday on a literary level)
... i'm still a huge and gushing fan of yours. deal with it.
Morts
Here's the sad truth. If I was going to crack it, I would have done it by now my sweet. So ja... although I wish and dream for it, I don't know if it will happen. I seriously don't. And then I wonder if it's important for millions of people to read your stuff, or if it's enough that one or two people read it and are moved by it. It becomes less important as I see my own mortality - what becomes more important is that I just do. Do what I love, which is mostly to write.
Dolce
I got so lost in the commentary I never even read your blog. Which is, of course, quite something. What an articulation of life - I think you sum up what people have felt ever since the industrial revolution when mechanisation began to squeeze out everything that was good about being human, that fight that was so eloquently and intelligently articulated in "Lord of the Rings".
I think there is a real struggle between good and evil. Between light and dark. But it is not God vs Satan, rather selflessness and selfishness, man vs machine. By machine I mean that archetype that would eradicate or eat away everything that is good about the human soul. The Leviathin that is the power hungry machinations of an unchecked and rampant economy built on speed, greed and the unquentiable thirst to deliver to the church of shareholder value.
Like unsuspecting child soldiers in Sudan; or adolescent armies in Vietnam or Iraq; this system's minions are are the working class heroes who sweat and slave to make everyone else rich, but themselves. Who live the guilt as they support a system that steadily empoverishes the world.
There's a thing of beauty in what you have written. The least of which being the fact that you have intuitively captured what the indigenous have always known. They have a saying - that if you sit still or for too long in that which does not feed your soul, then that soul dies. The soul craves wild adventure, unbounded nature and the rawness of life. Everything that the Leviathan seeks to destroy.
damned right it's not ds
allow me to tell you why:
the green gods know i've eaten much worse for the craft - comments about matches and kindling, sexual torture, creative drowning, witches mark. hell man, by comparison - the applemans little poke was a limp cock in the hip.
that said, i adored val. ate his words, fell hopelessly in love with the creative genius in that soul - had faith in his supposed 'artistic' temperament - the kind that understands by merit of his own 'seperation', the same state of being in others. if he had spent half as much time anlaysing my words and having a margin of interest in my world as he claimed: there have been numerous references to the path i followed. as a matter of interest - i am not a practising wiccan - i never was - i am a initiated witch... and the two are not necessarily the same thing. regardless of whether i find buddhism stimulating tomorrow or adore sitchin, my commitment or 'branding' is lifelong. i dont give a flying fornication who is into it or not. i just happen to value the 'friendships and respect' here as highly as any external ones. delusional old wench that i am - that's the way it is for me. this is less about the religious drivel to me than it is about vals obvious contempt for so many of us on so many levels. plain old fashioned human eina, ds.
now. apologies for diverting from your original question... but.
i'm getting just a tad weary of hearing how an artisitic temperament somehow validates cruelty or disdain. if that's the case then obviously any tendency in myself towards the 'artistic' is merely another delusion, because we all know exactly what we're doing, all of the time. i choose not to be a bitch (wasted talent - because incredibly - i'm a very capable one!)
i still read val's work - it's no less brilliant or evocative than it was 'before'... i just dont perceive his talent as the automatic right to savagery. i am finally able to separate the beauty of his words from what he feels about the rest of us retards. has he ever ripped my stuff apart? no? but it doesnt mean that i can sit back and watch him do it to others... prostitute my maaitjies for a bowl of compliments and validation.
i dont wish him to disappear, or stay. really though... why bother? if we're all such drooling idiots (frallie exempt naturally - die egte talent mag maar) - why shit on the doorstep all the time? i too get a bit weary of all the knee scraping and oral service offers... but i dont have any sudden urge to tear the originators apart. the difference? i actually 'like' this bunch of allsorts.
ah well. god giveth and god taketh away. i cant honestly say that it all gives me the confidence to keep posting my shit. will have to find a new talent.
anybody up for the very best blowjob?
Morts
That's utter bigotry. Calling everyone else drooling idiots and exempting me. Quite frankly it's like inviting everyone except me to this really interesting but unusual party. Sheesh. I don't know if I like that. I thought we were friends. But now. But now....
*sob*
I just don't know.
What can I say.
*sob*
I thought you liked me. I really really did.
*sob*
I'm shattered.
Jaja... as for the rest. Respect sistah! Big time.
And you're no idiot. I rate you. Lank. For more reasons than just your brilliant poetry.
Morticia
There are some fabulous thoughts and a few truly compelling phrases in this comment - I really enjoyed reading it....
I would add to your reasoning one point though - sometimes self-preservation is a primary reason not to be nasty. I'll illustrate the point with this image, will he make it?
but sometimes....
also, we can we ever be really sure of that which lurks inside ourselves, let alone others...
ta, i think, garyM
i am almost certain that mouse and i are genetically related?
i reckon that if self preservation is the motivation - it's as good as any other. in my case, it's feeling like a right tosser if i lash out... and there are so many other ways, really inventive ones, to achieve that feeling if i desire it! :-)
I think, Morticia,
that I mean the self preservation angle from two perspectives:
Firstly, If you are any kind of reasonable human being, those comments you make, the ones with teeth, they turn to bite you soon after they have bitten your protagonist. Of course if you are cold and have sociopathic tendencies, you are shielded from the back-bite. However, this very cloak serves to protect you from much of the beauty that life has to offer...
Second, it's difficult to see the evil that may be hiding just below the surface: you might be pushing the buttons of an all new and improved Ted Bundy or Barend Strydom (who has by the way just purchased a new car, a Wit Volvo).
got it garyM
it means just what i thought it did! spinning the wheel gently - that's the trick - if you have a heavy hand, that big ass ole tractor tyre is sure to make transkei pie outta you sooner or later?
odd thing is... if we really take the time - to 'feel' our words and actions... being an utter shit, doesnt feel cool at all? at least not to me. i'd rather overthink and overfeel than draw the cloak tighter, yes? and i've known a couple of those thick cloaked buggers in my time... too many.
Hint, Morty
Don't ever try to figure out what Gary means. It'll just hurt your brain. I know - I've tried.
i'm doomed dex...
cause he kinda made sense to me. oh well... probably the callus on my brain that helped.
GaryM
You funny bloggah you!
Mort
Guess you dont get TOO weary of all the knee scraping and oral service offers *wink*
when in rome, sems?
'sides. maybe it's best to stick to what i KNOW i'm good at!
101
So we've had Blogging 101 how's about Blowing 101?, Morty...
Morti
Yeah, the Romans can be quiet a hunky bunch some of them...and those bodies.... *ok semi, thats only in the movies - snap out of it*
You go girl !!!
Oops Morti
dont know if they be quiet but they can be quite the hunky bunch as well....
Morti
you know you are such a cool human being. And sometimes Mort we all say things we regret, we just do and I am not defending anyone, far be it from me to assume that I could. It's our stupid Ego's Morti that always interferes with our humanity, it ultimately ensures our total demise.
vaps, i'm not riding the cycle anymore
it's safe to stop being so darned nice! (although i dig it)
ag. i'm done with it vaps. past the anger. i went away for a day or two - came back without the anger. i simply answered ds. etc. to lay this all to rest, particularly relative to the whole blair witch bit. a bit of a loss to me. no loss to him - there will always be adoring fans - here and elsewhere.
Morts
yeah there is nothing that is done in anger that I aspire to. But hey we are here to play no? And geezus we have had some great laughs. What's the alternative look at a box and try to become a TV character, foken Barker Pains. Nah I have to say, even though of late DS has been pah- tik- you- lah- ril- lee vicious and unkind to me and others (I don't want to name names) we still allow him to go on about "those other people" who he says, hahahaha, have nothing, pffft. ( Dagga induced psychosis I think) but as I say far be it from me to retort in anger. I am but a little ray of sunshine offering hope and love to those less fortunate than I. And there are many many less fortunate.
well mort, if you not going to being using it
can i steal this line:
"prostitute my maaitjies for a bowl of compliments and validation"
oh ja and this one:
"the applemans little poke was a limp cock in the hip"
very cool
so can i keep them?... I mean now that you going off to devote yourself to your other talent
anytime, baby, anytime
i dont think that the word limp will be used in my new endeavours anyway - at least not if i train every day! :-)
mort, i've been told
it's all in the neck muscles
also remember to maintain suction
...it makes the way down easier
diablo reckons i'm the bomb
but hell... he has to say that, doesnt he? or he will no longer be a rare example of old married men who still 'get it'. i think he would argue that WILLINGNESS is the key factor!
you been reading too much jezebel baby!
JaHEEEsus!
Go away for a leetle meeting.
Ok.
DS. Pah. Narcolepsy. You are one cheeky little fuck. If I wasn't positive you were twirling my power cord, I'd pout ('cause, let's face it, I can't debate for jam!).
And Val. I genuinely don't think you know what you did (I'm not even sure I know what you did) but I think you hurt Morts feelings. Which, really, is just silly. We all hurt each others feelings. All the time. But considering that half the boys here call Mort Mama, you just dissed their primary care giver. Which, even in the play ground, is a big, hairy no-no. And thanks for coming to chat. I love the way you work *insert evil wink*
Deschter. Did I mention I love you? Really, deeply, truely. I dedicate Amstels to you. When I soap up in the shower, I do it for you baby.
Hids. Be a good boy and slap my arse again why don't ya?
Frallie. Hello! I agree with you. Slippery slope. Slidey. With extra grease.
Dolce
Grease?
Well there you go with the sex writing again. You just can't help yourself, now can you. ;)
den mama. now thats fucking precious.
i reckon i've heard it all now! i'm the primary caregiver. dexi has a breastfeeding fetish?
dolly, please bear in mind that the little blair booboo was a focal point - a straw if you will. the jabs at many others werent light hearted shit either. you know, i get it - the val admiration thing, been there, remember - big time - lost in the magic and the mastery - the kindness and the fantasy, maybe still a little, or it wouldnt hurt.
just - dont make excuses for him. val is a really brilliant lad - we all agree - so it follows, that as a sentient and 'in touch' man, he knows exactly what it's all about. hurt is silly? it's okay to be a fuckhead whenever we choose, as long as it's only here? forgive and forget? one persons discomfort and betrayal cant compare to another's? you dont hurt? if you do - it's all silly anyway?
i dont often disagree with you dolly... but this is the exception. to me - the whole fekking thing has a slight taint after this little genius pissing session on it. i'm way too tempted to give it to our resident genius, say : here, you broke it. i dont want it anymore'. pathetic defenseless, vulnerable mama mort, right - but hey! that's the thing isnt it? we're all allowed to just 'be ourselves' here.
Sorry Mort
Apologies. Seriously. If I honestly thought you were pathetic or defenseless (*snort*), I'd never have said a thing.
Had my it's just a blog hat on. But as we all know. It's much, much more than that.
I know Val got under your skin (and that it was about way more than that comment). Others have gotten under mine. To discover their clay feet. Man. It's like the air is suddenly gone.
And you do have a kinda earth mother, care-giver thing going on. Not a doiley wearing, cap knitting kind of pat-pat thing, but a warrior, wise woman thing. And you know that. So don't diss my call on that ok. All I'm saying is that the boys will defend you. Hell, Dexter defends me too (fekkin' gorgeous, amazing man that he is). Doesn't mean we can't do it ourselves. Just nice to know we've got them in our corner. Val was wondering why he hit a shit storm, and I was giving him a little quarter.
And you and I have more in common than you can possibly imagine. The only difs is that you seem to have pursued the life that I chickened out. Maybe one day we can drink a bottle of wine and talk about it. Somewhere where my boss isn't asking me for the latest figures.
Ag, mort. I don't want to fight. Not for real.
Truce?
no need for truce dolly
no war to begin with. i was feeling pretty akward yesterday... a bit flustered by the way this thing just blew up. chivalry is not dead? felt bad for the appleman too - for the storm that i seemed to be at the centre of, when i generally stay well clear of thunder... and because while i had an eina, i dont have a yen for a messy divorce.... good memories and all, you know?
but yeah, bless them all for being so unstinting in their protection. often, i get into those 'wtf - why bother with blogging?' mindframes... and then there's those crazy ass loyal beasties, that always lure me back. frightening how much one can grow to 'love' these anonymous buggers?
and you're one of those crazy-ass-love-'em-to-bits beasties dolly. surely you know that?
sometimes i wonder why fate didnt send me a long haired brahman farmer with a little red tractor and pathc of land in the hills. i might have been better served being a barefoot farm wife, tending to the beasts... far less complex!
Ja Mort
Fate. He's a bastard.
Glad we're good.
Now, please write. Anything. Something.
Ok?
Um..yes, please...I second that...Morts,
Vaps, Dextra, Fluts......where be the posts these days?
Come on people....bleeding gums and other nasties!
i'm about to give you more
a cryptic letter to val - which some have read, but i want him to read them again. he will understand the public declaration. even if most dont... he will.
Cool Morts...bring it on
Arbchick
!!!
eeeuuuuw. you're no mother figure to me, Morty.
DS
I can't find your comment. But it's in this mess somewhere.
I probably do romanticise the old blog a lot, because that's where I lost my blogging virginity. But then I also met some really interesting people there - interesting characters.
Travelled a lot of other blogs since then, can't say I met anyone overly memorable there. (Maybe one person, but that's it). So there's that.
Then not absolute freedom, but greater freedom than that I experienced on other blogs. Then the set up - which is replicated here - part forum, part blog is unique. So that also adds to the 'romance' factor.
Then again I am a romantic. I see a lot of the world through rose coloured glasses - especially people. It is at once what's good and bad about me.
I agree Ms F
People should not be worried to say what they really feel here. There is a massive unshackled freedom in that. But, you should also be able to take it. That how this wonderful shiney coin works. It makes us all up our game. Makes us really think about what we say. Makes us use language more like a scapel and less like a blunt kitchen utensil (JOKES). I sometimes feel so utterly inadequate here. Sometimes I take things WAAY too personally. But I come back. Every single sodding day. For the last 18 months. That's longer than most of my relationships.
Oh. Fuck. I'm sad, aren't I?
Dolce
I think you come here because you know we adore your mind. And you make me laugh my arse off. And you are rude to me. And you don't care. And I smaak you shtuukkkend cause you can like to dive and like small horses. Lets not forget the grey pubes, thats a real no. 1 hit in any language.
Dolce
Im with you.
Im not a brilliant writer, and the majority of people here are, and most times I feel inadequate as well. Im also way to sensitive when people say things but being here is helping me with that. If being so sensitive to what people you dont know (havent met) say then what must we be like in 'the real world'? Im trying to deal with it and take it from where it comes.
I love the exchanges that go on and the atmosphere (at most times). I can get away with the kak I talk as well (and alot of it is).
And like you...I come back. Its like an addiction. Its a drug!
PS : You are definitely not sad :)
Dolce
If you are sad...my God, what does that make me...you can say it, it's fine...
Dolce
I think the only thing that matters is what you think of yourself. Honestly. Absolutely. That's the only thing that's important.
And if you come back here everyday. What of it? Why judge it? As long as you're having a hoot that's all that matters.
We all feel like frauds. Everyone. I swear. The more I speak to people the more I find it's so prevelant. I think the real art is just doing what you love and enjoy.
Fuck I'm rambling...
Yes Frallie
you are rambling.
I think i'll ban you for that.
--insert eyeroll here.
Dex
I will choose to ignore this comment for now. But I won't forget it.
Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
i would ban her
if only to read the rant that follows
ds
If I didn't think you were uber cool I'd call you a cunt right now.
PS: DS. That is some hectic ganja logic. If I was banned how would I rant. Have long drag and let me know about that.
frallie
ja...just been burning into what little social capital i have today...sorry for gaaning aan
anyway i am a dick. for sure. not a cunt...which should never really be used in a derogatory sense...i mean considering the beauty of its referent how could it be a bad thing to be called 'cunt'.
so the sooner you realise i am shit the better off you are. and stop being so nice and diplomatic...i won't respect you if you nice and dimplomatic
OK ds - you asked for it...
Here it comes.
I've always thought you intelligent, interesting and filled with integrity. An intellectual. The fact that you are self depricating makes me respect you more. You remind me of a friend of mine - a guy called Andrew who is a poet and speaks at the Black consciousness spoken word events. He wrote this real cool poem called: "I fought apartheid from my couch" which is a salute to the real fuckers like me who really did nothing consequential to support the cause. (Ja I was almost arrested at a Cosas rally, but ja did I do anything of any consequence to make a difference. Nah! Didly squat).
So ja. That's me being diplomatic.
And really I don't give a shit about the politics of the word cunt.
But you. I've always thought you very cool.
haha frallie
well don't worry...you won't alway think i'm cool. just wait, you'll see...once you know me better.
so you go to BC spoken word type things, huh? ;)
i'm probably a little too old and jaded for that scene...but is your friend 'andrew nel'?...if so, i'm nothing like him ...and tell him i want my money if you see him
either try harder ds
to be despicable, or come to terms with us digging you man! as you may have noticed, i can get pissed, and get the hurt or outraged look on... but all in all ds... i kinda dig you. bugger whether you can be a twat - currently, you arent... and at the very least - at least you dont dance about in your fancypants, with a pigsticker in your garter.
i'm handing out the luuurve right now brother - cant avoid it - just have to live with a spoonful of admiration.
from you mort
i take anything i can get
oh lawdy ds
i think i stopped breathing for a sec. that's gotta be the coolest thing i've been told in a long while. or...
i coulda fecked up the intention of your comment - as i'm prone to do.
but hey, i'm holding onto my original interpretation. it's a keeper.
;)
!
ds
Truth is we're all assholes after a fashion. I think if in part you realise that there's some salvation.
And no, he's not Andrew Nel.
He's Andrew Miller.
SA poet's brutal honesty and originality make this no ordinary debut collection
- 04 March, 2007 : Sunday Independent
Hintsa's Ghost, Andrew Miller's debut poetry collection, calls to the fore all the sleeping dogs that were left to lie. His reach is broad enough, taboo subjects are brought to the fore and once again we realise why they were ordered them to stay in the closet - they are embarrassingly stinking.
He's the kind of guy that doesn't try. He just is.
ahh okay, frallie
my andrew is drunkard loser...a real piece of work (which is why i figured he reminded you of me). this guy sounds like the go-getter type...so no, nothing like me
Actually ds...
He's a cripple who had a major drug problem. Now he's just this funny, intelligent, incredible guy who hangs around the fringes trying not to die.
eish!
are you trying to make me feel callous?
actually that GM sister i think also raved about his stuff. i'll look out for his stuff
No man ds
That's just who he is. Don't tell me you've got a cripple bigotry. ;)
Interestingly enough Rapport called him a cripple and kind of insinuated that he was juicing that. (I can't think of anyone who would choose a terminal disease as a publicity stunt, but anyway. The facists - I think his poetry just upset their racist sensibillities.)
And Frallie:
don't forget to tell him DS wants his money.
Oh shit. Deep breaths.
phew.
Sorry guys.
Dex
You been drinking again, or are you just naturally this gifted?
Frallie.
You should have seen it from this side.
Tell him I want my money.
No. Yes. No. I'm okay now. Really.
Classic!
fuckin CLASSIC, ds.
tell him i want my money.
oh man. ha! fuckitty I can't stop laughing. Ja can't trust anyone who talks in vertical and uses punctuation in strange and interesting ways, hey.
tell him i want my money.
aaijaaijaai. Sorry. You guys were having a serious convo. I just could't help it. Sheesh thats the best!
F: I know a celeb.
DS: Tell him I want my money.
fuuuuck its killing me! Oh man. Okay I'll stop. Shit. What a moment.
the irony, dex, is
that i really do want my money...eish. bastard
errm... while youre at it guys
if anybody knows a dude named harvey, who worships depeche mode... i'd kinda like to have my black leather biker jacket back.
DS
stop oh fuckin please JUST STOP its killing me
Dammit!
where's Hiddy when you need him. Fuck my tummy hurts.
No No
she won't go!
Ja Vaps
It takes just three to make a mob. You gang bangers.
HideousMan out
got to read for a bit... this book is too good... will check back later.
Buh Bye
Hiddy
you woosie come back and fight like the girl I know you are. *slap*
Hiddy
don't overdo it with those Hardy Boys paperbacks now...
Could someone,
preferrably Dex, HM or Arb explain what I did wrong? I get the feeling that this is not about my "Witch" comment to Arb? Or is it? I thought you were just hating on me for fun (people are like that sometimes.)
Val...*ahem*...allow me
basically....I'm entitled to think you are a dickhead....because you have done NOTHING but insult me from day 1. Yes, I'm a literary peasant, no, I cannot write...blah, blah...fekkin'...blah.....BUT did I ever say anything to the contrary about myself...I THINK NOT! You don't know me from shit....you've been here for what...??? a few weeks?
Then, you insulted the craft....and were generally derogatory about witches, e.t.c......AFTER you had been just generally crappy about other people here and THIS PLACE IN GENERAL...got on your high horse with your torchie worchie and your Klu Klux Klan apparel and fucked off back to iblog....well....fine....no need to share with us all your general opinion of the 'level of intelligence' etc. that you feel is oh, so lacking here...could have just drifted off in the night.....nicely......bye bye now...
So, Morty...who has always admired your work...(as did/do alot of other people here)...took it rather badly that you had to A) be a fuck about this place...where we all feel comfortable
B) assume that the little witchcraft game we were playing had anything to do with you...which IT SO DIDN'T
C) be so insulting about something that she finds comfort in and you clearly know nothing about.
Right.....clear enough for you yet?
Or should I get my crayons out?
i dunno guys,
i like that you telling bigots kak...but i got to wonder...i mean just the other day i read a blog here about bigotry where the author, before comparing crime in SA to black perpetrated genocide on whites, admitted that she is a biggot...and if i remember correctly, the overwhelmingly response was, "don't worry, we all that way". now shit has been posted about Christians, andreas posted that blog about thinking the word "kaffir"...and so on...and nobody said a thing...in fact they were congratulated in both the above cases... but ja...i guess prejudice against witches is not the same thing
DS
thats not the point, bru. Nothing to do with insults as such or witches.
i just didn't like the sight of a knife in the back of someone who did not expect or deserve it one little bit. thats all.
And I also didn't expect it to turn into a whole tirade- it was just a personal gripe, which I would've aired no matter where we are.
dex, don't get me wrong
the whole knight in shinning armour...ja, it's what i like about you bru...a sense of justice and honor where those words actually have real world meaning....dex, that's not common and i would never suggest you censor it
maybe however you can spread it more evenly...rather than so thick
ouch DS
got me right in the nuts there.
haha.
bastard.
eish dex
haha...maybe i was just a little sore at your comment on the fascism blog. in truth...i don't mind if you burn val at the stake...so to speak
and mort is a friend of mine as well.
hmmm ds
count yourself lucky i don't feel like buying a dictionary and starting a debate with you.
Dex
You'de lose, Dex, he's riding the magic carpet...
Nos
ha!
that's funny.
True as well.
ds
A question, which does not support or deny your argument. Merely because I am curious.
Are you completely without bigotry. Is there nothing that you judge, or are intollerant about or are predjudiced about? Are you absolutely free of any ideological based predjudice?
ARb
but stick pokin' be our national pasttime? So why you bitching? The boy did good. Mind you, you're easy pickin's.
Halla - if you read this, remember: Arb is permanently pre-menstrual, except when she's menstrual and then she's like that chick in Species.
Oh Fuckitt.
Perhaps you should speak to Mort. Remember her?
val
im doing the latter... i just think you are far too opinionated... yeah we're all here to voice ourselves, but you just seem to feel so superior to everyone else that it really gets on my tits. so wait for dex or arb, im no help
Thanks
Opinionated, Holier-than-thou. I like to be told what I feel. Anything else? Is this why I've been called a juvenile fuckhead, weirdo, beret wearing toss, etc?
"weirdo" is not an insult
just a statement.
i quite frequently piss people off. can't be bothered about it. i have been roasted on here for being catholic, an alcoholic, a PR person - feck. you name it, i have been given shit.
gotta learn to roll with the punches.
KC
just give me their effing names, yes those who were rude to you and horrid. Is there no gentleness and beauty left in the world. *Sigh*
vaps
ag - a year of therapy has sorted me out.
KC
That's really good news, do you still have Dr. Grazioli's number?
val
ask the people who said them... beret wearing toss, that was me... and yes, it's because you come across as a self righteous twat, that doesn't care for anyone elses drivvel yet insists on hanging around to read it... oh and also because you play the dark, brooding and mysterious artiste... who generally wear beret's... and because i think you're a toss.
Hiddy
just fuck off back to bed until you've sorted out your arse from your elbow or your Vaps from your Val. And about that date, well you can just fuck right off now :)
God, I love
being on holiday.
GGGGRRRR Ramon...
*good feeling gone*
Ramon
bitch.
Had a fantastic day!
Of course, now I'll have to go and have beers, but you don't want to know about that.
Ramona
bastard!
Dolce
Definitely a potential motivation speaker. But such is the life of us the old King Cole's of the world, "When he was up he was up and when he was down he was down and when he was half way up he was Australian."
I thought it was Dex
who had the semi?
Okay Dolce
*Vapours best attempt at trying to look intelligent* ahem what's a semi, the one that Dex is supposed to have, is that inference to the fact that he and semi sweet have blog sex or what?
Vapour
Im hurt!!!
Dex and I dont have blog sex. Sies on you.
SHOTGUN!!!
haha, shotgun, got to love calling shotgun
Ah HM
You dont have to call it...its your special place :)
haha SS
what a charmer lol
So HM
Is it working then? huh? huh?
SS
maybe O.o
dammit, i hate these kind of convo's... my brain stops functioning...
Focus HM
Start thinking with your ahem head.....but yeah...there's more serious stuff going on here...
SS
it's the lack of blood in the upper region of my neck thats causing the loss of concentration... i apologize :)
hids, that happens to me as well
i find it helps when i wank
siesstoned
crass man crass. What ever happened to the term masturbate?
point taken
noted, hand cream at the ready...
HM
Lack of blood generally causes a 'failure'.... its cool ;)
Semi
what a relief, so does that mean you have an, ahem, opening?
Vapour
Ive got lots of ahem openings....depends on which would suit you...cos I can work around you
Sems
on form today I see, look I'm keen sems but I'm not getting intimate whilst your ex is watching that's just to much pressure to expect any type of memorable performance.
Vaps love
So a threesome doesnt grab you then? Oh well......
Vaps
neither half way up nor down. A semi.
*sigh*
It's no fun if you have to explain it.
Aaaaaaand...we're back in the gutter again.
Geez
and hear I was promoting Vapour as the king of sleeze, oh well time for a new personality. Okay Dolce what do you think was the effect when Moses struck a rock and water gurgled out of it?
Pity
The resonance of this brilliant post will soon be drowned out by bad-phone-sex-between-asian-anime-characters comments.
DUDE
if you don't like it here -
WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCK OFF?
not getting enough rimming at home?
Shame. Poor sensitive little poet/artist/asshole.
Evil Betty
I'm just voicing my opinion. Besides, I'm not the one with the semi. Pfft.
Okay Then!
i'll start paying you visits over at iblog and voicing opinions. Would you like that, sweetheart?
Sure you will.
See you soon!
THIS IS EXACTLY
what I'm talking about. Now you're trying to have creepy phone sex with me too. What is wrong with you.
*yawn*
sorry Dolce. I'll carry on with this elsewhere.
No, don't Dex
I kinda like it.
In a strange sort of way, I agree with Halla. I love all the irreverant crap that goes on here. But I also love it when everyone let's their guard down and really bares a bit of their soul (not just their emoticon boobs). There is so much beauty here, it's kinda shitty that it gets buried in blahblah stuff a lot. It's part of what makes this place as rich as it is. And to be honest, there's been a lot more of the irreverant crap lately (which is cool, so don't all raise your collective claws/eyebrows). And I like Hal, for all his prickly artistic-ness. He's seriously fukkin' talented. I wish he'd stayed. But he didn't.
That said, if this was a stick poke, I'm losing my touch. The thick skin is nowhere to be found.
And Deskie, I love you!
val
i think he's rather pretentious... fought with him before on iblog... he got fucking owned...
but how is everyone on this fine morning?
-ass slaps all round-