It's not my fault I'm gorgeous, intelligent and great in bed. :P
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Must Stay. Away From. The Sandbox.
I am still alive.
Just busy with life.
And rebuilding my machine after some odd things going on.
Ready to rock once more...
Thank you, so kind, so gracious.
Please, do remind me to repay the favour some time in the future.
Good night.
OK
Time to be a bitching twat...
What is it with some people?
And am I the only person that deletes multiple posts, edits atrocious spelling and grammer and deletes the garbage?
I constantly fix links and combine posts as well.
Can there really be so much of it, that all dozen or so Dominars do as much as this?
It must be an avalanche of crap if this be the case.
Today, I got back from a few days off, to find posts with nothing but random letters, the worst spelt post I've ever seen and a whole load of "I agree" (or along the same lines)...
And the content....Sheesh.
How many people are going to post "Thats true, cus I can do that"?
And how many more sycophants will spout forth their vague 'wisdoms', for those of little mind to swallow like a porn queen.
It's mildly depressing. And though I don't disparage those that play their own role, fulfilling their fantasies as much as the next man would, I do find it slightly infuriating when they come up with some obvious bullshit and expect a reasonable response.
The worst part, for me, is seeing that the unknowing, or perhaps uncaring, will only feed their habit...
I suppose I'm as guilty of procrastinating as anyone, but life pressures leave little time. And then, I just want to escape from the stress. I used to do it by delving into the forum, to get my brain thinking.
Now though, it makes me more stressed to read...
How the world turns.
I always wondered- If the world stopped turning, would we all fall off?
My internet has been flaky lately...
Much to say about many things, but since I have no time in my lunch hour, it must wait.
sorry to have offended anyone with my last rant.
Today is Rememberance Sunday in the UK.
Pretty much the same as Veterans Day in the US.
It's a day where the military elite and the common soldier, can revel side by side in the pomp and circumstance of honouring the dead.
And this is not something which I criticise. For indeed, it is the only time that the Queen bow's in respect of anothers sacrifice for this small nation, once Great, Britain.
And what was it for?
The cause of freedom?
Perhaps we have enjoyed our liberalisms to such an extent in recent decades, that we have lost our understanding of war as a society.
Even the Falklands conflict, was a distant and short-lived affair. Before that, the Suez crisis was something largely ignored in the public mind.
Our government stayed out of Vietnam and prior, we had little inviolvement in Korea.
I think of Isreal and the middle easet, but again, these were battles in the time of sparse communication and public awareness. Coming at the time when the UN was but a new-born baby, there was little international legal framework within which countries had to abide, under threat of prosecution by their peers.
And even now, the UN is largely irrelevant, due in part to the continued use of the Security Council veto rights. Enjoyed by the US in it's crusade to provide legal cover for Isreals continued subjigation of the Palestinian people.
I argue continuosly with people who state that Isreal is not an apartheid state, but I say it is, as defined in the same manner as South Africa.
The downtrodden live in slums under daily threat and genuine fear of death and destruction of their homes, with little or no political base upon which to prosecute their tormentors.
And what might you ask, has the US and UK to do with this state of affairs, surely it is not our problem, we are not responsible for the bloodshed which the Arabs and Jews inflict upon one another?
And this is the common misnomer of the 'Middle East Situation'- that we are free of blame, that we are not bound morally to solve this crisis.
For we, the UK, dictated to the Arabian nation that the Jewish diaspora would have a home there. That over the decades, we have supplied all that was neccessary for this to be achieved- legal, financial and military means.
And today, the US supplies the political cover which allows for the continuation fo military action by a professionally trained army against civilian insurgents (see civilians with guns).
How?
Through UN veto and military grants and aid loans.
Isreal is the single largest recipient of military aid from the US o the planet.
Without the actions of the US and UK governments, there would be no state of Isreal. There would never be any Iraq war. Without the dictatorial and imperialistic interference in the affairs of others, none of this would have come to pass.
So, we, as the people responsible for voting for our governments and their policies, are also responsible for these crimes.
On this day of mourning our war dead, I ask who mourns the dead from our wars, in Iraq, Afganistan and the host of other nations which the European colonial powers have systematically destroyed, or allowed to be destroyed thorugh our support or apathetic inactivity?
We deny the memorial of those we kill because of 'victors justice'. Always the enemy is evil. Always they are out to do the same to us as we did to them. But is this really the truth, or simply a fabrication of propoganda?
Where is the freedom of speech against these crimes, when the US can unilaterally deign to block a resolution against murder?
We live in dire times and none I know have the will to stand against the inequities of our so-called justice.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
I don't want to miss a thing
"get a life"
So many recently seem to have a need to tell me what I should do with myself.
At least this was one of the least offensive.
I suggest that if I did 'get a life' (moreso than I have already), then BS threads, such as by the person who provided this succinct advice, would be even more prevalent.
I suggest that it isn't myself who needs to do this, but those who feel that VR is their life.
"your a very distasteful person you know that?"
Oh, so do I know the distaste of my heart. My woes are fetid and putrid, for they are born of frustration and anger at this savage world we live in.
To know the pettiness of other's mind, who feel that they know, that they are the superior, that they may dictate who is to have freedom.
And in the retrospect, it is true- many are superior, with greater sanctity of soul, of mind and body.
And this trinity, in which I habitually fail to respect, pays back my self-abusive nature three-fold, yet are my only possessions in this place I call reality.
My taste is impure, my heart pumps poisoned blood and my thoughts, are filled with ideas which are darker than I'd wish to bring to the light.
Hiding within this shell of congruity, lays a beast if immense proportions, ever prying for those barest fractures in my mind, my self.
What might one such as they who accuse me know of such pain?
I say naught.
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