women must go through some pain to seek constant revenge upon men. This
woman in Rhode Island I am staying with is a very well thought out
witch. Never stay with a Psychology Professor, I guess. All the time on her
hands from being passed by, all the pain she must bear besides child
birth, the rib that god took from Adam, left adam a hole in his lung too.
Men are equally susceptible to their loneliness, but at least a woman
can go home with any man, and she can ignore true love as much as she
wants. The man, some of them score, the ones who do not seek true love,
at least. The women bring it on their self, the man has no option, he is
chosen, his fate decided by destiny, guided by a woman in a blue dress.
This is the first time I have lived with a woman. Every moment has been
magical from my end, but her pain on her face from my sins of the time
travel father is the reason for her revenge. She knows I like pain as
her forefathers, but the pain goes onto her and she does not like living
in pain having no memory of perfection. She was someone I thought I
could trust, but she knows exactly what I am up to, she knows every
misstep, and she knows everything but wants me to die in her bed. How many
men have come before? How many men does she have in the back yard? How
many times on the earth on this day the same thing has occurred, how
many times in all the aeons since original sin?
Take my apple make it grey, make me gray also. make me a man by
understanding this. Thank you woman for showing me what you are about. There
is no true love, now I see life is a game of war between the sexes, all
the women who have sat in my car with misty eyes, I thought I was doing
them a favor by being with them to show them the beauty, yet they are
destroyed by staring into my son.
They will all have their revenge on the special men, if he does not
give me his baby then no woman will have him, let the sun burn him down,
naked in shoes of the Indian, there is no love from mother, no love from
father, evil brother say no more, I will top from below and give up
power and leave this earth with total understanding. Yet, no one wants to
hear it. No one wants to know. Revenge is one of the 5 plots, perhaps
the last chapter. How to make this world real? To write the final battle
over my soul, for blurred eyes to acute, and where is my self
destruction tomorrow and when does the path end? Long before I die. I have done
nothing wrong, I knew not to have a baby, and I would never have, so
why does she want to kill me for her pain. I never had the desire once I
was ruined to bring egg drop soup seed into the world, I knew the
difference between perfection and the world that lies around.
"THEY" want me to stay, they still want my seed, the holy graile the
male brain in a queer world, but I love women so much I would give up my
manhood to them and so the holy graile is lost again, just another
loser knight in Connecticut King Arthur's Court. I will sit on the round
table and ask her to wisk her dress to the side to con verse, but I will
ask her, hmmm so you have been at this a while, no sweet wine from sour
grape mash you could have made. She squints, her contacts reflect back
but do not see, kept in too long, mists of Alvalon. Where is my boat to
take me Frodo away, why has Bilbo lived on? His hair has turned Gandalf
grey, and soon to be white, take the young take the vital take my sun
away.
