The Isolated Blurt Thread V: For Vendetta

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Oh, thank God!

Not for anyone here (at least not to my knowledge - HA!)

Fuck you!
Fuck YOU!!!
And FUCK YOU, too!!!


Ahhh..

That helps.
 
I'm not even sure what sort of bug it was, except it had wings and was flying around in my space.

If my eyesight weren't shot I might have identified it.

Putting my glasses on after the fact, it's just a black smear. Maybe a couple legs sticking out. Not sure.
 
Oh, thank God!

Not for anyone here (at least not to my knowledge - HA!)

Fuck you!
Fuck YOU!!!
And FUCK YOU, too!!!

Ahhh..

That helps.
Okay. Well.

Here's the thing.

The whole world has a problem, which is an infestation of assholes.

Now, beating them with baseball bats, poisoning their food, or stopping them from keying our cars isn't going to make them go away.

Setting them ablaze might, but there are laws and stuff.

So.

Sometimes we scream. And sometimes we scream, "FUCK YOU!!"

Which is okay. It's a natural reaction to assholes.
 
Okay. Well.

Here's the thing.

The whole world has a problem, which is an infestation of assholes.

Now, beating them with baseball bats, poisoning their food, or stopping them from keying our cars isn't going to make them go away.

Setting them ablaze might, but there are laws and stuff.

So.

Sometimes we scream. And sometimes we scream, "FUCK YOU!!"

Which is okay. It's a natural reaction to assholes.


Thanks for the validation.

I think. ;)
 
most of today hindered me immobile. i felt trapped in a body bag. broken out by moments of song and laughter. the lightning in the sky far away. cat videos. bacon.
 
You say I must be crazy
Because I don't care who I hit
But I know it's me that's hitting out
And I'm not full of shit

I don't care who I hurt
I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess I'm stuck in
I really don't belong

When I take out my bottle
Filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires
Where Rael has been

No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape...
 
You're safe in your comfort
You don't believe I'm real
You cannot buy protection
From the way that I feel

Your progressive hypocrites
Hand out their trash
But it was mine in the first place
So I'll burn it to ash

I've tasted all the strongest meats
And laid them down in colored sheets

Who needs the illusion
Of love and affection
When you're out walking in the streets
With your mainline connection?

No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape
 
It has never occurred to me, to put peeps in hot chocolate....

brown + blue= ergghhh

White hot chocolate ?
 
Holy shit.....did MsMuffett actually just blurt right now? :eek::eek:
Wow! I did so NOT figure her for a blurter.


The world continues to amaze me.....
 
I'm in NY and I have lots of friends from here.
From the Blurt thread, too.

Some nice, some not so nice...
 
Christmas.
Genesis: The Lamia

The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours strange
A magnificent chamber meets his eye

Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed
Thinking he is quite alone
He enters the room, as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water reveal some company unthought-of...

Rael stands astonished, doubting his sight
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright
Three vermilion snakes of female face
The smallest motion filled with grace
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call...

"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool"

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind
With their tongues, they test, taste, and judge all that is mine
They move in a series of caresses that glide up and down my spine

"As they nibble at the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain
Only a magic that a name would stain

"With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains
The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael...'

"Each empty snakelike body floats
Silent sorrow in empty boats
A sickly sourness fills the room
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom

Looking for motion I know I will not find
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined

"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food...
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers

"Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed, and once again, the stage is set for you."
 
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