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This place is the reason it's over. This and a few dozen (probably) more "pointed" reasons.
It must feel very freeing for you to have all your friends here commemorate you for being just like them.
You were f*cking around the second I went into rehab, don't lie. And as far as I knew, we hadn't broken up yet.
Yes, we are and have been broken up for some time now. But after reading a few things here, I really, truly, never want to speak to or think about you again. Any guilt I felt is gone. My former pain now disgusts me.
I won't bother to write what kind of "person" I think you are. Seriously, goodbye forever. Stay away.
you are causing so much pain
don't deny it. all you do is tell everyone
what I have done.
there is nothing I can say or do to repair the damage between us
you are free to do whatever you want, and I won't say a word. I don't know why I am the bad guy for not wanting to reply
it's been two years almost. you've been with how ever many guys you claim. because you seduce and are insanely popular here. I am no one here.
I do not want you to be poor and desperate and whatever else. but for Christ's sake, you kicked me out in June 2017 when I had a steady job. I did not abandon you to your depths and debt. You threw me out and tried to have everyone in sight, and on this site too.
you kidding me? I am not responsible for you two years after we broke. you are not a victim, you are a blaming crazy person who victimizes others.
you come off so nice and just pervert here, though
Around nine thousand years ago, if you're whatever faith
your ancestors grabbed thin air
spoke that probably "what the f*ck just happened"
even though the word didn't exist yet
such must be their incredulous first thought
if you prefer evolution, the same thing must have happened
aside from this first thought, what could have occurred to further benefit?
I imagine someone, lost forever in paradise
does not see fleeting things as sun and rain and death
as having anything new, different, defining
if we were fantastically happy and left with no warning to know otherwise
we'd become conscious of whatever this is
all are born to lose
but in your whole life
you don't mention it
is the best way to be?
All my life I have wanted this Rotato. I have long dreamed of it; I am beside myself thinking of the moments it could make possible. Sometimes I dream that you and I are but a single being rotating on the Rotato. It makes me tearful and joyous to think of the wonderful times that can only exist and be ours in this way. Please look deep within yourself and ask whether or not this is your fondest desire as well.
Here I am many centuries ago considering the possibilities that are only possible now. It is inexpressible that which I am expressing here. The glint in my eye I swear is only ever for you and my Rotato. With your gorgeous ears please listen. The peel of thunder in our past torn sky pronounces it for all time.
I shall always have a penchant for you, beautiful appliance.
I would like to discuss non-relationships. What is a non-relationship? I don't know. It's something I have just invented and I hope to figure out what it is here.
To start, there's a guy on the street that asks me for a cigarette. Do I have a non-relationship with this guy? No, because we have this relationship where he wants something and where I say something.
A stray dog starts to follow me around. Never seen him before. Now we have a relationship where he follows me and I try to figure out who he has more of a relationship with than me. So now I know this dog, and it's not a non-relationship.
Since this seems hard to figure out, maybe we can get at it by asking what a non-non-relationship is. Is that the same as a regular relationship? Do the two "nons" cancel each other? This is an age old philosophical thing. In short, constructively speaking, they do not. So what is it, constructively speaking? Probably that we don't know if it's a relationship or a non-relationship. If I imagine a very large talking shoe, I can not say in which relation we stand, as I can offer evidence for neither. Nor can I fashion the shoe so as to vouchsafe reality to him or her; to do so would establish a relationship indeed.
Nor, analogously, will I endeavor to define a relationship. I don't know anything about that. Unless I'm a shoe and I come to life and there's this other shoe and we tie our laces together. . .but this has never happened.
So I have no idea, really. Come to think of it, I don't think I invented it, either. But I think I know who did.
The dog claimed he did but I think he was just trying to get some attention. The smoking guy's dead, and everything else seems to stick to its own kind. I miss thinking I knew what the hell was going on.
If you want to have a non-relationship with me, I have nothing to say to you. Literally. Don't want to blow it, do you?
(on connectingsingles)
For several days now I have been dutifully awaiting the ability to write somewhere other than the poetry section. As well I have been trying to decide upon an idea or a topic, if you will, to write about. I do not yet know how effectively I am able to convey ideas or topics, but I will do what I can not to bore you or make you run away screaming.
It may or may not be customary to introduce oneself in a blog like this. I will err on the side of the latter. For now.
There are some events that occurred that perhaps played a part in my joining. Perhaps the "perhaps" in tenuous. In any case I am often maudlin and bitterly sarcastic, though always respectful. Please don't take anything I say personally, unless I tell you to.
Assuming a more positive air, I am grateful to all of you for having me, and I look forward to the most varied and intriguing discussions we can muster. For we must all have others to talk to, and must even more (muster) have someone to relate to. Even if we believe we can only relate to ourselves. Which doesn't seem possible to me, but perhaps (perhapser?) this is an acceptable first idea.
Do people expect to find themselves in a relationship? I believe that I believe a "good" partner would be one in which one can lose and find oneself, if that makes sense. If one has only been able to do the former in the past, I would submit that they had not done it to the extent they believe they had. Like many other things, I believe it is a matter of stepping out of one's own way. It feels like a loss of control and is frightening, but something inside us knows very well what to do.
So there. Sorry my first choice wasn't fun or amusing. And I apologize that I don't have time to comment until later (if there's anything to comment to.) I shall not disable them. Ever.
Nice to meet all you.
"we do not accept unsolicited manuscripts" -- Charles Bukowski
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