Luscious, you are a very sweet woman and most certainly deserve respect for your life and of course empathy for any situation that arises that could impact this. I for one care very much about what happens to you and I daresay many others do as well. Just because there are countless physical barriers between the lot of us does not impede our ability to share on the most basic and honest of ways. Abandonment tends to make one strong but I fear this strength is the sort of over-tempering that would allow our substance to be shattered with one strong blow. Ironically too much strength makes us rigid and inflexible, and a likely target for a dismal and possibly unavoidable shattering.
All of the above Riya. I am not seeking any particular sort of answer but rather the more intangible perceptions that can provide some solid foundation for unwinding a lifetime's work that was undertaken for reasons that should not exist for one to be complete in oneself.
My friend you are a most cherished brother even though the heavens have played a trick most foul in having our lives be separated by such gulfs of insanity oh yeah and the obvious physical impediments. A man after my own heart who is not afraid to embrace his inner child and let him out for a romp. If being proud of you is a sin then I am assured a warm seat in Hell my brother.
You my friend so often come from the extreme left field and I cherish what wisdom you carry with you. This is not what I would have expected but it strikes a chord deep within my heart. I do believe you may have shared a profundity most quixotic in the deepest sense of healing. I admire your intellect.
Alright 18 views in 10 minutes and nary a single post? I realize that three of the views were by the mods but someone surely has some input? This thread is beginning to feel a mite abandoned methinks... And after all the work I had to do to just convince it that everything was going to be alright.
Yes it appears that my randomly lucid mind has once again ventured into uncharted waters sailing clear off the edge of reason. I was just waxing poetic about the large Alces Alces that I dreamed was clearing my imaginary land plagued with sugar cane infestations. And I was perhaps reminiscing about the quite saccharined droppings that exuded from the non woody end of said beast. Oh so sweet and oddly salty with a light covering of chocolate...
How does this impact an adult life? Especially if it happened as a youth? What does it make you do or make you unconsciously feel you should do? Is it merely a self-preservation mechanism to protect us from being hurt again? How do you overcome this disabling hurt?
Just curious as I am sure we have all experienced it to some degree.
Yeah Hope Faith and Love but I keep those in my heart, and was unaware of your ability to see quite so deeply so i fear i may have been ensnared by the lasso and compelled to tell the truth...
Dust and dreams. Dust from the infernal mine I work in and dreams from the wreckage of a life that is almost finished making me into the man I should just have volunteered for. Damn delusional self will I tell ya...
Who needs a lasso no matter its qualities when you can run so hypnotizingly with all that swaying loot on the top shelf and in slow motion to boot... I can't imagine a better way to have an open and clear view into any man's head... through his dropped jaw of course.
Ken my friend, the character you so generously attribute to my simple self is merely the shadowy mirror of what I can glean from your own. The portion of who you are that leaks out and settles on the humble mold of a man that I am. I could be no more grateful than I am to have met such an endearing man as you to show me through altruism the way to achieve the best that I can be. You my friend are my personal role-model. A getleman through and through.
Ken is the sort of man that if the rest of us men had collectively one tenth of his character the world would be the fantastic place we all dream of. A teacher by example and a beacon to righteousness that shames the brightest stars.
So he is the knicker nicker!!! Damn you woman I was only on page 165 of that particular novel... I wonder if the book store could be persuaded to allow me to trade it for the buttered doorknob (#104 once again for completists)
Where else are we going to get to the Nancy Drew mystery (#103 for those keeping track of course) about the 85 nickers? Damn it man get back to the good stuff...
Personally I would like to see more women running countries. There would only be a few days each month to steer clear of them rather than the random chaos of the male leaders who smile at you while stealing your daughters behind your back. Children would no longer starve to death. If she were menopausal, heating would be free and so would air conditioning. Education would be mandatory and then perhaps men could catch up.
Just think of all the benefits of having a nurturing leader rather than a hunter gatherer?
The first thing I can think about is a bed. The frame alright but there is no way I could ever feel truly comfortable sleeping in any bed that held a person or persons whom I could never know.
How about you? What could you never buy second hand and why?
If you could only see the way she loves me Then maybe you would understand Why I feel this way about our love And what I must do If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says When she says she loves me
Well you got your reasons And you got your lies And you got your manipulations They cut me down to size
Sayin you love but you dont You give your love but you wont
If you could only see the way she loves me Then maybe you would understand Why I feel this way about our love And what I must do If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says When she says she loves me
Seems the road less traveled Shows happiness unraveled And you got to take a little dirt To keep what you love Thats what you gotta do
Sayin you love but you dont You give your love but you wont Youre stretching out your arms to something thats just not there Sayin you love where you stand Give your heart when you can
If you could only see the way she loves me Then maybe you would understand Why I feel this way about our love And what I must do If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says When she says she loves me
Sayin you love but you dont You give your love but you wont Sayin you love where you stand Give your heart when you can
If you could only see the way she loves me Then maybe you would understand Why I feel this way about our love And what I must do If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says When she says she loves me
Chronologically morning but as I am night-shift (not like it matters much as I work in the darkest pits known to man) like Jewish foreskin I am off. Time to saddle up the ol' steed and head off to the stable where I hear they make a lovely straw mat. Back later, probably not much later as PPV's horse has gas from all those frikken beans again.
It burns!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How do I make it stop? Please tell me before I claw my way out of my skin and lose a few pounds of meat that over the years I have grown rather attached to.
Oh well only 11 more sufferers to go I suppose and one more spot to swell up on this one... and here I thought the only swelling that would occur from this sordid thread was in my pants. Live and learn I suppose.
OK enough with the commercials here... back to our regularly scheduled program (European commercials are the same as North American ones right?- 30 second blogs a few in a row and back to the film?)
Now where were we... ah yes the oily jumpsuit and a shave... please do continue.
BarrenPneuma Forum Posts (1,561)
Abandonment...
Luscious, you are a very sweet woman and most certainly deserve respect for your life and of course empathy for any situation that arises that could impact this.I for one care very much about what happens to you and I daresay many others do as well. Just because there are countless physical barriers between the lot of us does not impede our ability to share on the most basic and honest of ways.
Abandonment tends to make one strong but I fear this strength is the sort of over-tempering that would allow our substance to be shattered with one strong blow. Ironically too much strength makes us rigid and inflexible, and a likely target for a dismal and possibly unavoidable shattering.