Night Shift With Needfull

Hi, Needful.

How's things going? Hope you're on the track of recovery...

If you wanna talk, bend my ear.

Hey man. I'm just...dealing or trying to. Going nuts sometimes, being alright the next. So far we have yet to reach the Lethal Weapon, drinking with a pistol in our lap stage.
 
Hey man. I'm just...dealing or trying to. Going nuts sometimes, being alright the next. So far we have yet to reach the Lethal Weapon, drinking with a pistol in our lap stage.

Hey. We're all dealing with "it". You just have to take it day by day. Some days will be sunny, some days you'll be close to Lethal Weapon.

If you can manage to maintain a simmering level of insanity, like Riggs, you can survive. Hell, maybe you can find justification to blast the piss out of some people who desperately deserve it.

Trigger locks are the key. Send me the keyring.
 
Its a strange thing, sometimes I feel like curling up and hiding in the dark. Others, I just feel like a nasty, wet, marathon fuck with some naughty little girl who may or may not remember my name in the morning.

I don't know. Maybe I'll shave my head and become a Buddhist Monk.
 
Its a strange thing, sometimes I feel like curling up and hiding in the dark. Others, I just feel like a nasty, wet, marathon fuck with some naughty little girl who may or may not remember my name in the morning.

I don't know. Maybe I'll shave my head and become a Buddhist Monk.

Man, I feel that way at times myself. To be honest, it's worse in the summer for me. I work nites and days, 12 hour shifts, and when I get off in the morning, especially when it's real sunny on a weekend, it just pisses me off, 'cause I know I have to go to bed, to get rest for another nite, while all my friends have plans for the lake, or cooking out, or poker and beer that nite, etc., etc.

Marathon fuck? Yes, please! You and every other man out there, my friend.

I've kept my head shaved, that's no big deal. The monk thing? Celibacy by force is ok, if you're willing to work on your situation. Celibacy by choice? Oh, hell, no! They don't even touch THEMSELVES, for God's sake!:eek:
 
Man, I feel that way at times myself. To be honest, it's worse in the summer for me. I work nites and days, 12 hour shifts, and when I get off in the morning, especially when it's real sunny on a weekend, it just pisses me off, 'cause I know I have to go to bed, to get rest for another nite, while all my friends have plans for the lake, or cooking out, or poker and beer that nite, etc., etc.

Marathon fuck? Yes, please! You and every other man out there, my friend.

I've kept my head shaved, that's no big deal. The monk thing? Celibacy by force is ok, if you're willing to work on your situation. Celibacy by choice? Oh, hell, no! They don't even touch THEMSELVES, for God's sake!:eek:

LOL yeah my current celibacy by force is getting old though. At least if I made the choice and gave up on ever having anything it would be...my choice.

And as for the night shift, constantly working, missing out on life thing...I kinda feel you and kinda dont. I dont actually have any friends. But since I have no money or time, thats not all bad.
 
LOL yeah my current celibacy by force is getting old though. At least if I made the choice and gave up on ever having anything it would be...my choice.

And as for the night shift, constantly working, missing out on life thing...I kinda feel you and kinda dont. I dont actually have any friends. But since I have no money or time, thats not all bad.

I understand. Try being married. It's not much different.

You do realize you're talking about self emasculation, don't you? Of course, you could be the ONE to explore self enlightenment for the masses, so that feeling of fulfillment would be nice, I guess.

Been there, dude. No money or time sort of precludes any activities of the fun sort.
 
I understand. Try being married. It's not much different.

You do realize you're talking about self emasculation, don't you? Of course, you could be the ONE to explore self enlightenment for the masses, so that feeling of fulfillment would be nice, I guess.

Been there, dude. No money or time sort of precludes any activities of the fun sort.

Bro the real tragedy is that eve without the equipment, the portions of the brain that deal with sex still exist and so...you still desire. If only I could excise the need to touch, to feel another human being touch me. To be wanted.

Then maybe a lot of my pain would be gone.
 
Bro the real tragedy is that eve without the equipment, the portions of the brain that deal with sex still exist and so...you still desire. If only I could excise the need to touch, to feel another human being touch me. To be wanted.

Then maybe a lot of my pain would be gone.

How about this. Leave the desire alone, and deal with the pain. Take as long as you need, because pain is long term, and it takes some time to settle it. Only after you have sorted it out, may you begin to address the desire.

Maybe folks see you struggling with the pain, and it makes them shy away.
 
How about this. Leave the desire alone, and deal with the pain. Take as long as you need, because pain is long term, and it takes some time to settle it. Only after you have sorted it out, may you begin to address the desire.

Maybe folks see you struggling with the pain, and it makes them shy away.

*Looks at watch* 25 years, 10 months and 7 days so far...
 
No, just tired. But lets talk about some silly shit that'll make us laugh.


I once drank whiskey with an ex-con named Buger who wanted to see my tits.

I won a trip to Paris, France when I was 16. Along with 34 other teens, I flew to Europe. While there, 4 of us, all guys, got on the Metro at 1 am. We were propositioned by a man who wanted to take all of us back to his place for a little 4 on 1. We beat the shit out of him.

Hey, we were country boys, what can I say.
 
I have nothing constructive to say. I just wanted to say that. Because I am lonesome and reaching out to the empty night in search of someone to touch...me. Or maybe just listen.
 
Look...for what its worth I appreciate your words and the meaning of helpfullness. But don't tell me about how young I am. Youth has nothing to do with the years you've lived. Its inside...the damage to your soul. My years mean nothing. I'm tired and that makes me old.

I forget.


The young know it all already.
 
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Not even going to go there. I'll ask tat my words be taken as they are, separate from me, so that you might find them worthwhile.

And I am not currently in the mood for anything so serious. I'm just gonna leave this alone for now. Maybe let it die. I seems time.
 
Is there anyone out there tonight who would like to keep a sad, lonely, sick man company through the long hours of the empty night?
 
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