The Isolated Blurt Thread XL : This Shit Is Pointless

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fuck the autumn. i like sunlight. overcast skies for weeks on end are horrible. when you pray for rain or snow just to give the grey monotony a point that's a bad thing. no es bueno.
 
I hate hot and humid. I also hate bitter cold. No win for me.

I also hate when people post 5 paragraphs of "stuff". I am done after a few sentences. Lit should be like twitter.
 
Try reading some stimulating smut before shut eye. Even if you don't rub one out, the last thing your brain absorbs tends to influence the direction of your dreams.

Well, works for me, anyway! :devil:


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when you state your truth, and people are offended.

i am going no where but here. maybe i will go to the market today.

it is how i process things unfiltered.

i am just saying who i am.

if you judge me as a cunt afterwards, then that is your right.

i will not edit myself for others.

i treat lit like a journal, and i was taught to get the most authentic self, you do not curb your words. later, if you do not like a page, you can fold it in half, but there are no erases. no white out once it is down. editing comes at a later stage, and this is unedited.

if there is a topic, sometimes i just respond to the first sentence, because train of thought runs away with me, and i chase it. that is my truth. i play in the public arena with items picked up from here. if it is out of here, i speak in convoluted code, and no, it does not have to do with you or you. i try to keep things as vague as possible, but still try to express my own feelings through written word here. maybe you think i should keep a private journal. that may work for you, but i choose to write this right here, because i can. because i want to. because there is some need for me to document into the infinity of the internet what escapes from within my soul. i do not do it to hurt anyone. those are my intentions. for the record.

i reserve the right to change tomorrow.
 
I LOVE autumn, everything about it.....except.......


Winter follows.
 
i'd slap the autumn i know silly in a heartbeat. that girl really needs to stop it with all the damned babies already.

don't get me going on birth control.

i wish i could snap my fingers and have tubes removed.

nazi super powers.

with the best intentions.

i may need to start praying for my soul.
 
I LOVE autumn, everything about it.....except.......


Winter follows.

That is the bitch of it, however, when i was younger, participating in winter activities, skiiing , snowboarding, snowmobiling was really fun.. I really looked forward to winter, as I reach close to 50.. Not so much anymore..

STiLL LOVE AUTUMN .. Love the change of trees and such..

Here's a view of the river i fish at , at my summer cabin in the Cooks Forest PA, and the trees turn in Autumn.. looks really pretty

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i would love to be on the river with cool air caressing my skin.

that is peace.
 
don't get me going on birth control.

i wish i could snap my fingers and have tubes removed.

nazi super powers.

with the best intentions.

i may need to start praying for my soul.

IUD!!!!
 
I tried that.

I dreamed that a tornado picked up the house, and when it landed it smushed hashtag. I was in a strange land. A bunch of little trolls were dancing around singing "We represent the mansplainer's guild, the mansplainer's guild."

I had to find Laurel, and it was a long trip, but I had help.

You were there, Zumi, but you were a lion! And St Peter was made out of tin! He said he welded the suit himself. And Radiohead was a scarecrow that looked like David Bowie. Well, I suppose all scarecrows look sort of like David Bowie, but whatever.

And then Fata Morgana flew down on little wings and I told her that I wanted to go home. She said "Quit whinging and go home, you cunt."

And that's when I woke up.
this belongs in the story submissions :cattail:


I dreamt I was getting ready for bed and a man came into my room and tried to rape me. I fought him off, but only barely. I hate fighting struggling dreams. They are always so strong and I always have trouble fighting back. I always feel clumsy and weak. A female relative came to my rescue and took me to her apartment. Barry Manilow was her neighbor. He was upset because they kept raising his rent at a faster pace than everyone else. I couldn't stay there long though as she had to go to work. So I went to a friend's place, but it wasn't a house. It was a tree fort built over an alligator swamp. A mountain lion tried to attack me but I ducked and it landed in the alligator swamp and got eaten by the alligators. She also had three dogs. One of them was running around being erratic and crazy. It ended up jumping straight into the alligator swamp and got eaten too.

Then I woke up.
another crazy dreamer. do you dream lots, every night, and often wake up tired as if you've been busy for days?
 
my broken puter wasn't

go figure!

turned on fine for the repair peeps, and i had it back this morning. H is well happy he has his back to himself :D
 
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