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rgraham666
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ABSTRUSE said:The gates of hell are open, and I've got a golden ticket.
That can't be good.
Should I fill out my will?
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ABSTRUSE said:The gates of hell are open, and I've got a golden ticket.
I better get out my fire extinguisher.
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ABSTRUSE said:The gates of hell are open, and I've got a golden ticket.
Avoid the squirrels.
cheerful_deviant said:I better get out my fire extinguisher.
Are you mocking me?!
*weeping*
Unrelated Blurt: I am so fucking sick of politics. I am so sick of fucking politics. I am so sick of fucking politics. I am so sick of fucking politics. I am so sick of fucking politics. I'm sick whining malcontents who bitch about it instead of getting off of the fucking computer and doing something about it. Sanctimonious self-righteousness is ugly no matter what your political affiliation.
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Blurt: You're kidding, right?
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ABSTRUSE said:The gates of hell are open, and I've got a golden ticket.
Melt it down and make a pretty necklace with a cross instead.
Cloudy - *HUGS*
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yeah, so fuck you anyway, then.
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Hell Part I
After traveling through the gates you find the spot where ignorance breeds contempt.
There are large festering pools of some protoplasmic life form which spawns the demons and shadows that eventually become in-laws.
The fire and brimstone eased my arthritis but the sulphur wreaked havoc on my hair.
The tour guide, a former Miss America, was unpleasant enough and seemed quite knowledgable.
A brief introduction of why you are there takes place and you are given a bottomless cup of coffee, literally, there was no bottom in the cup.
Definitly a look but don't touch kinda place. I don't suggest wearing flipflops.
You are paired up with the person you hate most in life and handcuffed together then the tour begins. It's a walking tour.
At various times your ankles are scratched and bitten by something unseen, I have a theory it's your future grandchildren.
Overall this first level isn't too bad.
The gift shop was closed.
After traveling through the gates you find the spot where ignorance breeds contempt.
There are large festering pools of some protoplasmic life form which spawns the demons and shadows that eventually become in-laws.
The fire and brimstone eased my arthritis but the sulphur wreaked havoc on my hair.
The tour guide, a former Miss America, was unpleasant enough and seemed quite knowledgable.
A brief introduction of why you are there takes place and you are given a bottomless cup of coffee, literally, there was no bottom in the cup.
Definitly a look but don't touch kinda place. I don't suggest wearing flipflops.
You are paired up with the person you hate most in life and handcuffed together then the tour begins. It's a walking tour.
At various times your ankles are scratched and bitten by something unseen, I have a theory it's your future grandchildren.
Overall this first level isn't too bad.
The gift shop was closed.
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tolyk said:This is turning out to be my year.. my good karma is finally coming back to me. First I meet a woman in my area and hit it off, then I get offered a job as a freelance photographer for a sub-contracting company last night.. It's all good
Good for you, Tol!
That's excellent.
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I haven't even gotten myself to college for it yet.. and it falls right in my lap. I mean, I mentioned to ONE customer at work that I'm an aspiring photographer, and he comes back a couple weeks later (last night, while i'm at work) and starts asking me about what kind of photography I do, how much experience I have, etc etc... and then tells me why. He works for a contracting company and he handles all the sub-contracts. Some of the customers want wildlife photography taken some times, so they need a photographer.
Now.. if only I can get my hands on a REAL camera.... Then I'm set. Thinking about applying for a loan to start myself off with that. Camera, lenses, photo printer.. etc
Now.. if only I can get my hands on a REAL camera.... Then I'm set. Thinking about applying for a loan to start myself off with that. Camera, lenses, photo printer.. etc
Inspired by Abstruse's Design Your Own Hell thread:
My own private hell concentrates not so much on physical surroundings, but by those with whom I use to populate it. I surround myself with people who are emotionally unavailable, emotionally vacuous, or emotionally crippled, then live out my days in hope that just one thing I say or one thing I do will reach them, inspiring in them a change to either admit to their feelings or act more demonstratively on them.
Of course this will never happen.
This makes my hell perfect, because it’s like living in a constant state of limbo: Wanting/hoping/needing one thing and never quite getting it. Of course, every now and then these people who populate my hell will toss me a crumb of affection, and starved person that I am I will grab it and make a feast of it, a meal to last another couple of days, weeks or months until the next morsel shall fall –which not coincidentally, seems to occur just when I’m about to abandon the relationship.
“Stay.”
“Why do you want me to stay?”
“Because I’m a selfish bastard.”
And the coup de grace about this hell? I cannot even blame anyone else for the creation of it; I’ve created it all on my own. Joy.
My own private hell concentrates not so much on physical surroundings, but by those with whom I use to populate it. I surround myself with people who are emotionally unavailable, emotionally vacuous, or emotionally crippled, then live out my days in hope that just one thing I say or one thing I do will reach them, inspiring in them a change to either admit to their feelings or act more demonstratively on them.
Of course this will never happen.
This makes my hell perfect, because it’s like living in a constant state of limbo: Wanting/hoping/needing one thing and never quite getting it. Of course, every now and then these people who populate my hell will toss me a crumb of affection, and starved person that I am I will grab it and make a feast of it, a meal to last another couple of days, weeks or months until the next morsel shall fall –which not coincidentally, seems to occur just when I’m about to abandon the relationship.
“Stay.”
“Why do you want me to stay?”
“Because I’m a selfish bastard.”
And the coup de grace about this hell? I cannot even blame anyone else for the creation of it; I’ve created it all on my own. Joy.
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McKenna said:
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
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