Isolated Blurt Thread

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How's this for an isolated blurt?

Where the hell are Perdita and the Patron Saint of Erotica?

Was Perdy finally kidnapped by a gang of those Roman Catholic priests she hangs with, and shipped off to a convent for her own good?

Has our Patron Saint left her decaying jungle compound? At whose beatified little feet shall I now worship?

The whole damned place has changed. I feel like a fish out of its oil slick. Turned my back for five minutes...it looks like it's been raided by the porn gestapo.

Had a hell of a time resetting my password because I forgot which email address I used to register with some years ago. Finally I remembered I had a Literotica email address, but even now I'm in, I am not sure if I can do without Perdita and the Patron Saint of Erotica. Are they missing persons? Should I file a report, for the second time in as many weeks? (Why do people keep vanishing on me?) Were they lost in the strange electronic beast I myself have just escaped from by the skin of my teeth? Did they suddenly wake up one day to find their identities gone? Did some suspicious character like Amicus knock them on the head and leave them for dead?

Oh no! Wait a minute, this wouldn't have anything to do with their poitics would it? True free thinkers with an open international forum for their thoughts, jabs and jokes, riddles and rhymes, words and deeds? In George Bush's America? No wonder they've vanished! I bet they're in Guantanamo this very minute, turning knowingly to each other just before the lash bites again into their sweet flesh, and murmering, "This ain't Kansas, Dorothy."

Look, Amicus, I know they were liberal in all sorts of ways but they were important to me, okay? I assure you Perdita and the Patron Saint of Erotica are not Islamic spies. The Patron Saint is a Florida baptist gal with issues. Perdita really does hang out with priests in San Fransisco. And yes, they do sometimes read and discuss her erotica too. I'm sorry to finger you like this, Amicus, but you're the only one I see here rotten enough to slip these two ladies a powder.

Damnit, where am I? This is like Tingluey's Homage To New York, or someone else's Cerebral Revolver Shot. I have another girlfriend in real life, who suffers from memory glitches. Suddenly I know how she feels. Time and space have broken their contract with me. They have moved without my authority...Pardon me, did I just fart?
 
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Gary Chambers said:
How's this for an isolated blurt?

Where the hell are Perdita and the Patron Saint of Erotica?

Good morning, sir. ;)

shereads is still about. Perdita skipped town a few months back, but is still in contact with a few here.

Lots of new faces in the AH, but the old reprobates are still kickin'
 
moonlight elf said:
Dar luv, how am I ever going to catch up to you?

Congrats! :kiss:


The Playground. :)

Play as many games as possible that require only one word posts. If you've ever stopped in the Playground you know what I mean. Nearly everyone there has about 20k in posts, but they are all almost one word posts.



Now on to my blurt:

I feel like such a damn loser. Everytime I put myself out there hoping to connect with someone I learn that something just isn't going to work out...like they are already madly in love with someone. :rolleyes:

I know that's life and things happen. I just have to take a step back and not worry about it. I'm trying too hard I know. It's just that I so damn hopelessly romantic that I swear someone is out there for me. I know she is. Why can't I find her? My heart pines everyday longing to connect with my one true love. Everynight I go to bed wondering if she'll come to me in my dreams...everynight I dream of death and suffering. My friends die in my sleep. I burned in Hellacious fires last night, barely escaping death myself only to be lunged into another situation of survival and mayham. Sadly I'm used to the dreams. I'm used to the feelings of rotting flesh and the crips images that haunt me so. Damn my vivid mind...my uncany grasp on suffering and pain. The funny thing is that even when my heart is at peace...I still dream of death and suffering, only I'm at peace with it all. I just wish that for one night the happy rainbow that starts out would not to into an rather vicious army of some kinda monster or another Hellbent on killing me and everyone I care for...manly my family.

So...heart stomped on again...oh well...

Why do I try so hard? Too scared to be alone. To scared to be happy with myself. Once again I need to step back...just be me...which I am. That's why this is so hard. I finally am me, and I'm being shot down, but it happens...I guess. There's nothing wrong with the fact that someone doesn't feel something towards me, but in the same regard it isn't wrong that I hurt like Hell because of it. Time is relative and I know that when I do find the right person for me, it'll be like we've been together forever, and shall remain so long after death.

Lucky and Vella...you are my constant insperation that true love does exist. Whenever I feel like nothing is worth anything...I think of you two and carry on just a little longer. Much love to both of you. :heart:
 
impressive said:
Good morning, sir. ;)

shereads is still about. Perdita skipped town a few months back, but is still in contact with a few here.

Lots of new faces in the AH, but the old reprobates are still kickin'

Thanks IMP, I needed that kind of reassurance to get my feet back on terra firma. It's unfortunate Perdita has moved on, but I do have her email addy somewhere. And as for Shereads, well no one has a right to even contemplate writing stroke without first paying homage to our resident saint and obtaining her blessing. It would all be quite pointless without her.

I'll get used to the new decor, I suppose. Right now I feel as though I've been visited by a team of mad decorators fom the BBC, who remade my world while I was out shopping using colours and materials I would never otherwise give house room. No wonder Rikaaim is so disturbed right now. He's looking for something familiar and reliable, but it's nowhere to be seen. Amazing how many true romantics are found in a pack of porn writers. Guess I'd better hang out for a while and see if I start to feel comfortable in these new more clinical surroundings. Someone needs to remind the software industry of the first rule of good maintenance: "If it isn't broken don't fix it."
 
I'm starting to get belligerent with my house guests... does anyone have a problem with that?



;)
 
carsonshepherd said:
last time i had a house guest, my dog bit them. they haven't been back.

hey, it worked :cool:


my bird bites my houseguests. but they ome back for more...
i have whacked houseguests.
 
oh.. they're cajun and eat everything. dogs birds cats and everything in my fridgerator
 
4degrees said:
you have dogs birds and cats in your fridge?
I'm a vegetarian.. although no one else is. so I wouldn't be surprised what's in the freezer.
 
neonurotic said:
I'm a vegetarian.. although no one else is. so I wouldn't be surprised what's in the freezer.

i don't think much surprises you, actually..
 
Dar~ said:
I'll fold your laundry. Will you do my dishes?

if you put the laundry away in the drawers and hang up the stuff that goes in the closet, i'll not only do your dishes but i will also cook.

I have 4 loads piled on the bed...waiting....while my boyfriends watches TV...
 
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