the tar pit

loststar

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so this is a thread to let some steam off
its emotional
it sticky, gross emotial mud that you might not want to get on you
consider it dummping grounds that can take all the bullshit you can throw at it. A place to compost feelings
 
this is my rant, you are officially forewarned

what is love

your words still have power to hurt me
I still have the power to deny my self
part of me is offended when you don't really want to find the truth

would you rake me across the coals if I fucked another
how about if I just came close
or even that I thought about it
or that I used that thought to get off when I slake my own lust

trust
faith
understanding

or is it just that fuzzy feeling that wears out when the brain chemicals are gone
 
Just stopping by to offer a very sincere 'aw bubbieee' and to say I'll undoubtedly throw some stuff into the tar pit myself soon.

great thread, baby. very good idea.

bj
 
soory, my own tar pit is mucky and fucked up and kept deep inside this week, just in case anybody missed me, which it seems obvious, that no one did ;)

that's okay....I'll just boo hoo myself to sleep again

:D

love yall
 
soory, my own tar pit is mucky and fucked up and kept deep inside this week, just in case anybody missed me, which it seems obvious, that no one did ;)

that's okay....I'll just boo hoo myself to sleep again

:D

love yall

I am sincerely always happy to see you here. So there! :kiss:
 
okay, I have some sticky tar pit rant in keeping with the tone of this thread, and beware, it is not pretty.


Those of you know who me and my dealing with a certain man, I will call him "Dick".

Okay, I know him for 8 years, He tells me he loves me, yada yada then as soon as he is free, the motherfucker tells me all the things that are wrong with me. I couldl write a frigging novel about his faults, but I love him anyway.

IT seems I was just someone to whine to. Well, I hope his tiny little balls rot off from screwing aids infected strippers, MALE strippers and I hope he never hurts another person like he hurt me. But what pisses me off the most is I still care and that is why I wish he were dead. But I wouldn't do it, I just hope someone with less self restraint than I have encounters his bullshit bravado and he learns what it feels like to have a truly broken heart,

I will never ever trust another man with my heart again, as long as I live.

Never.
 
you're anxious about coming home
afraid of what you'll find
that the truth might be lying there
that you might have to sleep in the bed you made

your afraid I don't love you
I'm afraid I can't love you

well if your afraid to come home
than I have lost the one thing I was holding on to
because I cant love in a house by myself
I thought I was making a home for us
but if I am not
than what the fuck am I doing here
 
soory, my own tar pit is mucky and fucked up and kept deep inside this week, just in case anybody missed me, which it seems obvious, that no one did ;)

that's okay....I'll just boo hoo myself to sleep again

:D

love yall

I hope this is a telling off place too because NJ you are about to be ... don't you ever ever say such a thing again because I know full well, and you should too, that you are damn well loved (yes loved you daft bat) by anyone on here that you have had any contact with and you hold a very special place in my heart .. sooooo consider yourself told and no more of that shit about not being missed
 
I hope this is a telling off place too because NJ you are about to be ... don't you ever ever say such a thing again because I know full well, and you should too, that you are damn well loved (yes loved you daft bat) by anyone on here that you have had any contact with and you hold a very special place in my heart .. sooooo consider yourself told and no more of that shit about not being missed


okay...I will spank myself for you.

:)
 
kinky moo


moo moo? hey you

I missed you today. You always make me smile. how was the weather over yonder today?

not really sure why I asked that, but maybe because it has been raining here every single afternoon for a week now.

here comes the sun, do do da do
 
hey, and this is kinda for Angeline, it's about dialect and the way we folks talk round these parts.

In NC, when a person is referring to the part of a car that is rubber and rolls, you will commonly here them say something like

"Hey man, your tar is flat..."

I think it has something to do with all the Irish that settled there years ago, and their dialects still hang around in some certain odd ways. I know I can do lots of accents, and one day, it occurred to me that an Irish accent can be manipulated into modern day mountain-folk- speak. You're gonna love Asheville.

I have some pics I will resize later and post for you so you can see the actual peaks, they are fucking gorgeous. There is one certain spot that looks like breasts of a woman lying on her side. We lived ina little valley right below, sort of near the navel, lol.


love you

:heart:
 
moo moo? hey you

I missed you today. You always make me smile. how was the weather over yonder today?

not really sure why I asked that, but maybe because it has been raining here every single afternoon for a week now.

here comes the sun, do do da do

It's hot and sunny and I am having my house painted and a new patio laid in the back garden so there are a men with mucky boots around and I am trying to keep nosy dogs out of the cement but it should look great when it's finished

hey, and this is kinda for Angeline, it's about dialect and the way we folks talk round these parts.

In NC, when a person is referring to the part of a car that is rubber and rolls, you will commonly here them say something like

"Hey man, your tar is flat..."

I think it has something to do with all the Irish that settled there years ago, and their dialects still hang around in some certain odd ways. I know I can do lots of accents, and one day, it occurred to me that an Irish accent can be manipulated into modern day mountain-folk- speak. You're gonna love Asheville.

I have some pics I will resize later and post for you so you can see the actual peaks, they are fucking gorgeous. There is one certain spot that looks like breasts of a woman lying on her side. We lived ina little valley right below, sort of near the navel, lol.


love you

:heart:

I wonder what you would make of the Norfolk accent (which is where I grew up) ? Oim gorn ta Swarfum fer arr derrs troshin all far nothin ... don't worry even the rest of England can't understand it lol!
 
It's hot and sunny and I am having my house painted and a new patio laid in the back garden so there are a men with mucky boots around and I am trying to keep nosy dogs out of the cement but it should look great when it's finished



I wonder what you would make of the Norfolk accent (which is where I grew up) ? Oim gorn ta Swarfum fer arr derrs troshin all far nothin ... don't worry even the rest of England can't understand it lol!


Someday, I hope to get across that there pond and meet some of the wonderful people who post here, in person. Maybe you could show me around a pub or 2 and we could write some verse together. :)

and hey, I am used to men with mucky boots, I am usually the only woman on most jobs, rarely are there more than maybe, 3 of us, and then, all the guys act like I am either a lesbian or a slut ( I am neither), except in my dreams and then I am often both, lol..

So, it can be hard work, every job, I have to prove myself over and over, and it gets tiring sometimes. But the reward is that I can travel, see things, meet people and then, years later, go back and see what I helped build. A tangible legacy, sort of thing, ya know?

The example of Norfolk accent you posted, well, I couldn't fathom but maybe 3 words, so far. Cool that you can write like that, I once had a poem posted in southern dialect and it got trashed so badly, I cried, now people do it all the time, and I don't usually cry now when my work gets trashed, I just ignore them and try harder, lol.

In a way, a poem is like an internal dialect, some folks understand, some don't and neither is good or bad, right or wrong, it just feels better when they DO get it.


:rose:

ps, now is when you can tell me what you said :D
 
Well bearing in mind I grew up in a farming community and my father was a shepherd what I said was : I am going to Swaffham (pronounced Swoffum) for a days threshing all for nothing ,,, not very interesting really lol will have to dig you out some better ones.

Funnily enough I would have loved to have been a Brickie (bricklayer/builder) but the girl's school where I had won a sholarship threw up their hands in horror at the thought amd I was shoved into a large Insurance firm which bored me rigid til I went out one day and joined the WRAFs. Come to think of it I have spent my life running away must come from when I was a child and had nowhere I could run to.

Anyways we are building walls round the garden and I am going to be able to have a go so finally I can be a brickie lol
 
okay, I have some sticky tar pit rant in keeping with the tone of this thread, and beware, it is not pretty.


Those of you know who me and my dealing with a certain man, I will call him "Dick".

Okay, I know him for 8 years, He tells me he loves me, yada yada then as soon as he is free, the motherfucker tells me all the things that are wrong with me. I couldl write a frigging novel about his faults, but I love him anyway.

IT seems I was just someone to whine to. Well, I hope his tiny little balls rot off from screwing aids infected strippers, MALE strippers and I hope he never hurts another person like he hurt me. But what pisses me off the most is I still care and that is why I wish he were dead. But I wouldn't do it, I just hope someone with less self restraint than I have encounters his bullshit bravado and he learns what it feels like to have a truly broken heart,

I will never ever trust another man with my heart again, as long as I live.

Never.
There aren't too many states between us. I could make a road trip and come down there and wallop you. I have plenty of sticks in my yard. Don't let a dick bring you down like that. I've been there.
I hope you're not still talking to him...
 
ooohhh! an audience? tee hee

now if only Conrad Dimple would appear, and pat my nekkid rear

:)
Oh, I just saw this. lol I wrote more Conrad poems recently. I need to write one about you, a frog or squirrel, and Mr. Dimple. :D
 
There aren't too many states between us. I could make a road trip and come down there and wallop you. I have plenty of sticks in my yard. Don't let a dick bring you down like that. I've been there.
I hope you're not still talking to him...

LOL, I read that wrong, at first glance, it read " I hope you're not still stalking him..."

no Sweet Evie, I am not talking to him anymore. I told him to go fuck himself, which, it seems, he already had been doing. He showed himself as a liar and a creep and I realized I was better off without that in my life...especially on the net as I have to deal with a similar drama in real life. I'm okay ,and truth be told, I dont really hate him, just hate what he did and how he went about it.

He wanted someone who accepted him as is, but he refused to reciprocate in kind.

it's okay.

now, about that whalloping :D

and I would LOVE to read some new Conrad poems. He is already a legend here in my house. My girls ask quite regularly if there are any new sightings.

:)
 
I've typed out my rant and kept it to myself to protect the guilty .. if that makes sense which it probably doesn't
 
I've typed out my rant and kept it to myself to protect the guilty .. if that makes sense which it probably doesn't
I've written long emails to lovers -- with complaints, with demands, with woe-is-me, with all sorts of drama. Fortunately, I did learn, at some point, to stopping sending them... most of the time. It works just as well. Once it's written down and you let off some steam, you feel better. So keeping some rants to yourself is a good thing. But what you posted makes for boring reading. I want the dirt!!! :devil:
 
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