Thoughts from the drunken throne.

[Rollinbones]

Born under lucky stars, we all wonder how here we are,
and so many others... beautiful as they were,
are no longer all they were, and...
yet we reach around for them and call their names...
We, smile and tell them things and yet... no answers come...
But here we are.
Faulty... smiling, sorry for not being everything we're told to be and how everything is wrong but, just...
being all we can and hoping... it's,
that we're enough for a world that doesn't stop zinging, in funny circles way too fast...
Way too fast...
Circles that never last.
Like ripples in a puddle on a street that no-one's actually looking at while they're inside sipping coffee.
Diamond's don't stop twinkling.
Just like the neon signs. But they are dead and cold and folly.
Don't be a diamond.
Be a silly sunflower, dancing on the wind and wondering if the world finds you beautiful.
But keep shining and pointing your face into the sun.
One day you will feed the birds and hopefully, they'll shit your seeds out somewhere pretty.
Hopefully, someone will see a random sunflower and think...
Why can't we all be beautiful like that?

Please share your drunken missives of the soul.

 

[Rollinbones]

Also. I fucking hate cucumber. That is an important thought that transpires through drunkenness into my whole reality. Cucumber is akin to Coriander. At a DNA level you can either eat Coriander or not. It tastes like soap. Cucumber is the fucking devil too. The brits ate cuke sangers while playing tennis. I don't know how. I scrape the selveged skregs of it off my sandwiches and yet it renders me recurring into burped stupidity for the day and tastes a lot like diesel. My DNA would probably declare me a Neanderthal, if my prose does not lift me above cave paintings, and it would support my theory that Coriander and Cucumber aversion are genetic purities that distinguish survivors from the ilk of vegans, intolerants and lactose averse people who rejected their mother's titties.

/kicks the soap box aside and fetches beer.

 

[SimonDoom]

If I were drunk, which I'm not, I'd probably say something more interesting or poetic in defense of cucumbers, but I like them. Especially in the form of Kosher dill pickles in a sandwich or hamburger, or as relish on a hot dog. But also in gazpacho. I'm one of those born with an affinity for coriander (in the states we call it "cilantro" in its natural form; coriander is the ground up spice), and I put it in as much stuff as I can.

My main aversion is lima beans. They taste like wax to me. I also dislike the smell of eggs. I enjoy food with eggs in it as long as the cooking eliminates that smell.

Concerning beautiful things: one of the most beautiful things is a murmuration of starlings. Starlings are loud, raucous, unmusical, annoying, and invasive birds, but they sure do look good in massive flocks flying and undulating against a twilight sky.

Plus, the word "murmuration" is one of my favorite words. It's cool that somebody came up with a word for that.

 

[lovecraft68]

Some politically themed venting I came up while half in the bag a while back and my wife who has published several collections of poetry was egging me on to try and write one.

Darkness falls, or has it risen?
Hate and fear, the permission has been given.
the powers that be watch on with glee, satisfied with the job they have done.
Family and friend, neighbor and co-worker, all ties have been undone.
United we stood, but oh how quickly unity crumbled, how quickly the veneer of civility fell away.
Now the evil rides, it rides the far too easily obtained divide which grows further every day.
We hate and we spew in self-righteous indignation for our hate is just, and theirs not so.
In a span of a few years, we lost all that generations fought and died to give us the freedom to sink so low.
Ignorance and malice is what has been allowed to prevail, and the few who stand strong are far too few to prevail.
We have wrought our own doom, and there is no coming back.
But all that matters is that we say it wasn't my side, it was theirs who launched this attack.
But Irony will have the last laugh as even though divide and differences will be our fall
We will die as one, victims unwillingly united by the one thing left that at the core, unites us all.
That one thing we still all share, the one thing that mends the rift and, in the end, seals the tear
For what all the haters still have in common, is the worst trait of all, fear.

My wife's comment was. "Sorry, I asked."

 

[SimonDoom]

I'm inclined NOT to look at things in a doom and gloom way (despite my pen name). It's a matter of perspective. Where some seem a world hopelessly full of shit, a dung beetle sees an opportunity. Be a dung beetle.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

Also. I fucking hate cucumber. That is an important thought that transpires through drunkenness into my whole reality. Cucumber is akin to Coriander. At a DNA level you can either eat Coriander or not. It tastes like soap. Cucumber is the fucking devil too. The brits ate cuke sangers while playing tennis. I don't know how. I scrape the selveged skregs of it off my sandwiches and yet it renders me recurring into burped stupidity for the day and tastes a lot like diesel. My DNA would probably declare me a Neanderthal, if my prose does not lift me above cave paintings, and it would support my theory that Coriander and Cucumber aversion are genetic purities that distinguish survivors from the ilk of vegans, intolerants and lactose averse people who rejected their mother's titties.

/kicks the soap box aside and fetches beer.

Alas Bones, our friendship is doomed before it had a chance to take root. I love cucumbers in all their forms, raw, pickled. My bane is green peppers, bell; red, green, or yellow, chilies, jalapenos. Ne'er one has ever offered me offense, nor have they ever cast an aspersion my way. Totally innocent of any derision or ill intent on their part, i just cannot stomach that unique flavor they bring to whatever they touch. One stray offender can ruin an entire pizza for me, and woe the deli worker that lets one kiss my Philly Cheese Steak for surely as the sun shall rise on the morrow, he will be remaking that sandwich.

From whence do such negative feelings arise I cannot say, yet still, the innocent pepper must rue my discontent. Where I a better woman, I might attempt amends, but sadly, 'tis not to be.

Now, should you have another beer, perhaps we can discuss our budding friendship.

 

[yowser]

Alas Bones, our friendship is doomed before it had a chance to take root. I love cucumbers in all their forms, raw, pickled. My bane is green peppers, bell; red, green, or yellow, chilies, jalapenos. Ne'er one has ever offered me offense, nor have they ever cast an aspersion my way. Totally innocent of any derision or ill intent on their part, i just cannot stomach that unique flavor they bring to whatever they touch. One stray offender can ruin an entire pizza for me, and woe the deli worker that lets one kiss my Philly Cheese Steak for surely as the sun shall rise on the morrow, he will be remaking that sandwich.

From whence do such negative feelings arise I cannot say, yet still, the innocent pepper must rue my discontent. Where I a better woman, I might attempt amends, but sadly, 'tis not to be.

Now, should you have another beer, perhaps we can discuss our budding friendship.

How on earth do you make a killer chili without your bane? It cannot be possible.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

How on earth do you make a killer chili without your bane? It cannot be possible.

Ground and dried peppers don't have the overwhelming flavor of their 'fresh' counterparts. As such, that nasty taste doesn't permeate the chili. Somewhere in a box in an attic I have a cheesy certificate and a small cheap trophy from a chili cook off that says I know what I'm talking about, or used to, so... LOL

 

[SimonDoom]

Ground and dried peppers don't have the overwhelming flavor of their 'fresh' counterparts. As such, that nasty taste doesn't permeate the chili. Somewhere in a box in an attic I have a cheesy certificate and a small cheap trophy from a chili cook off that says I know what I'm talking about, or used to, so... LOL

Is salsa out as well? Chili I can understand, but I don't see how you can make a good salsa without fresh peppers.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

Is salsa out as well? Chili I can understand, but I don't see how you can make a good salsa without fresh peppers.

I don't eat salsa for that reason.

 

[WCSGarland]

Do I have to be liquored up to rant here?

 

[Rollinbones]

Do I have to be liquored up to rant here?

Kind friend, it is not required but often encouraged.

 

[Rollinbones]

Alas Bones, our friendship is doomed before it had a chance to take root. I love cucumbers in all their forms, raw, pickled. My bane is green peppers, bell; red, green, or yellow, chilies, jalapenos. Ne'er one has ever offered me offense, nor have they ever cast an aspersion my way. Totally innocent of any derision or ill intent on their part, i just cannot stomach that unique flavor they bring to whatever they touch. One stray offender can ruin an entire pizza for me, and woe the deli worker that lets one kiss my Philly Cheese Steak for surely as the sun shall rise on the morrow, he will be remaking that sandwich.

From whence do such negative feelings arise I cannot say, yet still, the innocent pepper must rue my discontent. Where I a better woman, I might attempt amends, but sadly, 'tis not to be.

Now, should you have another beer, perhaps we can discuss our budding friendship.

My darling wife shares your aversion to humble green pepper. I sneak them into chilli sauces by fermentation to round out all the flavours. Perhaps I shall put aside our differences over cucumbers to foster a shared chilli appreciation.

 

[Rollinbones]

Plus, the word "murmuration" is one of my favorite words. It's cool that somebody came up with a word for that.

I love that word. It reminds me of one of my own favourites, "Petrichor".

 

[Rollinbones]

My wife's comment was. "Sorry, I asked."

I often have to tell people, "I can tell you... But, I can not 'untell' you."

 

[WCSGarland]

Do readers start reading series from the back? I just finished a series, and the last chapter has easily twice as many views as the rest individually, and four times as many as the least viewed (3rd ch). I don't get it.

 

[SimonDoom]

I love that word. It reminds me of one of my own favourites, "Petrichor".

Like minds. That's another of my favorites. One of those things you don't expect them to have a word for!

 

[ElectricBlue]

Do readers start reading series from the back? I just finished a series, and the last chapter has easily twice as many views as the rest individually, and four times as many as the least viewed (3rd ch). I don't get it.

Readers are strange.

Perhaps the last chapter is astonishingly good, and a bunch of people have read it twice.

Or, it's unbelievably bad, and they read it twice because they didn't believe it the first time.

 

[Rollinbones]

So, if i was writing a story with a blind protagonist, and they needed to take a shit... How i would let my readers know that the blind person knew they were finished wiping their arse?

 

[WCSGarland]

So, if i was writing a story with a blind protagonist, and they needed to take a shit... How i would let my readers know that the blind person knew they were finished wiping their arse?

When it squeaks?

 

[Rollinbones]

 

[Kumquatqueen]

Do readers start reading series from the back? I just finished a series, and the last chapter has easily twice as many views as the rest individually, and four times as many as the least viewed (3rd ch). I don't get it.

A lot of readers just look at the New stories in a category. or search for tags. They don't seem to care much if they've missed chapters - though may then click on the first. So if you have 4 chapters of getting people together, and then a kinky foursome in ch.5, it'll likely score better than earlier ones.

 

[NuclearFairy]

It's kinda funny that it's called incest/taboo when the only taboo in it is incest. I mean to be fair I can't think of any other taboo that the site allows that could be put there. Although I suppose teacher student and boss employee could also be taboos?

 

[Rollinbones]

It's kinda funny that it's called incest/taboo when the only taboo in it is incest. I mean to be fair I can't think of any other taboo that the site allows that could be put there. Although I suppose teacher student and boss employee could also be taboos?

I’d like to write a catholic nun meets meets a naughty protestant priest story. But i strongly suspect that it would less well received due to theological differences that Great Aunty Alice pegs her grandson.

 

[Rollinbones]

How do all the virgins on here know where to put their dicks? I had to scrabble around with mind like I was playing quoits.