Killing me
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Publié :25/12/2021 3h44
Dernière mise à jour :3/2/2022 11h12 6320 vues
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I must re-re-re write everything I post. It is exhausting.
You are not worth it.
Censorship is illegal in the USA...
passion is NOT a pleasant place t o write. O f course they reside elsewhere.
Yo! Y'all in.... let us write! What the fuck?!?!?!
I can see women sticking wine bottle necks into their cunts, three or more men abusing women,
but I can't write the word " w-a-s"? "o-f" "t-o". Number combinations that make my posts make sense?
I won't stand for it.
I'm done. Fuck you. I have an editor, she hates you passion.
My membership ends in a wee
Anyone wanting to read this post-modern writer, I'm at nolessmess within the geemail facility.
This is my last post ( likely not my last edit )
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Little Riddle
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Publié :25/12/2021 1h33
Dernière mise à jour :25/12/2021 17h39 6193 vues
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Ya know what's absolutely insane but makes perfect sense?
Time Zones.
Years back, I had a woman 4 hours off from my time. That's one-sixth o f a whole day.
Tricky... but doable.
THEN, a woman across the pond -- twelve hours, a t least. I never looked i t u p.
Luckily, I worked a 3rd-shift. It kinda fit. We made i t happen.
NOW. NOW. NOW, I live i n a state where you can cross the street and you are either a n hour ahead, o r a n hour behind.
Take a minute o n either side o f that street and take a thought. That's pretty fucked up.
However, New Year's Eve could b e a REALLLLLLLLLLY long night 
When I lived i n Oak Park, Illinois, a dry town. N o alcohol.
But I lived right o n the street that borders Chicago.
Walk out my front door, cross the street... nothing but liquor stores.
funny a t the time. Today i t makes n o sense.
Kinda like all those states that are missing out o n the taxes they could raise i f they would legalize mary-jane.
Here's the riddle... Father Time and Mother Nature got wiskedly ( not a typo ) crazy i n the bedroom. She gave birth t o a child.
Who i s he?
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Unknown Miracles
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Publié :24/12/2021 22h36
Dernière mise à jour :27/12/2021 19h40 6204 vues
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Merry Xmas, Happy Yule, and whatever else you might wanna say about today.
The day Ludwig Van Beethoven published Opus 1 1 0. Written in A-flat Major. That shit ain't easy.
Anyway, marveling about ironies and quirks. There are many worth mentioning.
Donna Ross still lives while Michael Jackson i s dead. That's really weird.
Not too may years ago, ( 20 years? ), Gorbachev resigned. He saw what's coming.
A s long ago a s seventeen fifty-eight, a smart fellow named Palitzsch observed i n our heavens a comet predicted b y another smart fellow named Edmund Halley. First time anyone's predicted orbit reality -- regarding comets anyway.
In seventeen seventy-six George Washington crossed the Delaware River. Almost seems like this day should b e Independence Day for America.
This same day i n 1868, almost one hundred years later, President Andrew Jackson pardons all the Confederate veterans from the Civil War.
1941, Japan finally occupies Hong Kong. Five years later, ( exactly ) the Soviet Union's F-1 nuclear reactor comes online.
And not just last year, Tony Warner detonated a bomb in his RV o n Second Avenue i n Nashville Tennessee that killed him instantly... and a good friend o f mine a bit later.
Issac Newton born on this day. Maybe the The Second Coming : )
1924, Rod Serling - born, going forth inventing The Twilight Zone
1946, Jimmy Buffett arrives on Earth allowing for Margaritaville appearing some 30 years later.
George Michael died today, five years ago.
But the most important thing i s the birth o f the child that became Jesus.
Not true.
Jesus' birth was between June and July.
Constantine allowed the birth t o b e documented in the Gospels, aligning with pagan rituals known a s Yule.
And Santa Clause isn't real, kids.
Very few things are.
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It's not what you think
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Publié :21/12/2021 1h29
Dernière mise à jour :21/12/2021 10h26 6402 vues
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I've been neglecting my blog here. passion won't let me write what I want.
They keep deleting my posts. Blocking them from your view.
I've checked all the rules... I don't know what I am doing incorrectly.
I blog in other locales. Lemme know if you are interested.
But anyway...
This time of year is the most peculiar. I am reminded o f A Charlie Brown Christmas and how the simple-minded Linus must remind us o f the baby in the manger.
I am not the greatest Christian. I'm more o f a Buddhist crossed with atheism and agnosticism. Add a bit o f Nordic mythology. I like mythology.
It resonates with me.
Non-reality.
This is not about that.
This is a call-out t o people I have loved.
Not necessarily in a sexual manner, just true folks that never stop.
My closest friend is already dead.
That's very sad and this is the first Yuletime I have not celebrated with him and his family.
His nickname was Mouse. One o f the most versatile drummers I have ever met. Dude could play ANYTHING. Anything.
That's the end of the sad parts : )
The other most closest friend is Paul. He's a sniper for the US government.
I never get t o see him anymore. But he sends me the most wicked videos.
Destruction. It's quite unbelievable.
Then Dean.
I nominated him for the job I wanted.
He's better at it than I would have been.
Susan. Fiddle player, but much more than that. Audiologist, mother and one Hell o f a chef.
Jamie, also an audiologist. The first woman that allowed anal t o me.
We fucked on her staircase. Also a first time for me.
Amelia, the mother o f my three offspring.
Caretaker o f the flame.
Oddly, NONE o f these folks are on this website.
That seems strange t o me. But what do I know about websites?
I helped invent how the internet works. But I don't know how the internet works.
It got out o f our hands.
But maybe that's okay, too.
Cinthya, Patricia, Diana -- they have my utmost respect.
Cin protects a disabled child. Trish drives hundreds o f miles just t o please me. Diana speaks four languages and makes certain my reality stays real.
I kinda lost where I was going with all o f this.
They'll likely block it out anyway.
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Pleasant Trees
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Publié :15/11/2021 10h20
Dernière mise à jour :24/12/2021 23h20 6292 vues
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If anyone is interested...
I think I've written the best thing I have ever written.
It starts really small and balloons within a very short period of time.
Not yet in digital form.
But almost.
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The Post-Joke Era
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Publié :24/10/2021 6h00
Dernière mise à jour :7/12/2021 9h40 6968 vues
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Humans never cease to amaze me.
I wasn't going to write... anything at all.
But a punctuation mark crossed my IM screen and I laughed aloud and felt I had to vent a
bit.
To whom? For whom?
Why and wonder... Don't get me started.
I spent some time looking at broadcasters on this site.
I'm a little confused.
Where does one obtain a buzz device that is somehow activated by this site?
Seems like a lie.
Prove me wrong.
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Delta Tau
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Publié :10/9/2021 19h27
Dernière mise à jour :6/12/2021 20h26 7847 vues
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Meaning " change i n time "
30 o r more years ago, a British company invented a digital signal processor that is responsible for some o f the greatest music that has ever been made. As an audio engineer... she was one o f the most fun toys I've been allowed t o play with.
Years. Decades later, digital affords a completely different approach t o " how it's done " -- but I digress, forgive me.
I contracted the COVID-version 2 ( which I believe is called " delta " ) a couple o f weeks ago. I was dilerious with fever, which caused all kinds o f mental issues.
I remembered a boatload o f childhood memories that I had somehow forgotten.
They are captured on paper, but I wanted t o share just a few here, if nobody minds.
But first, I gotta say, in the past few days o n this particular site, I've been called a fake and told that I a m " full o f i t" -- neither o f which has a hint o f truth.
Anyway, a s a kid, I played baseball. I was a catcher. Possibly one o f the most difficult positions because he's involved i n every single pitch. Later I became a pitcher, but I like catching the most. He's the only defensive guy that i s looking a t the field from the batter's point-o f-view.
Blurs occurs. Then I was o n Dave Matthews' stage, testing antennae. Proving " coverage " and "range ". 80,000 seats i n a stadium. Everything worked properly and the catering was phenomenal.
Then lastly, m y son was born. The most amazing thing I have ever seen. He's almost 30 now -- a successful marine biologist.
All these things are true. Why would I lie?
A s a n example, I include a photo that I rarely share.
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A Handful of Things
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Publié :26/7/2021 11h05
Dernière mise à jour :10/9/2021 20h04 9643 vues
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… or " All Over the Map ".
Another schitzo post, drawing bits from other pieces I am writing for other audiences. Think o f i t as a greatest hits selection… you, the reader, don't have t o muddle through the B-sides and lame entries.
First, thoughts o n material things. There was a time when I owned a warehouse, full o f professional sound reinforcement equipment – most o f which required two or more strong men t o maneuver from floor t o truck t o stage.
Many of the rolling roadcases had duplicates. Spares. Stuff fails hundreds o f miles away from headquarters. Some remote locales don't have an outlet that can rent the same thing; so critical gear was always duplicated.
These days however, there is a very long trail o f sound equipment behind me… in my past. Gone but not forgotten. Glory days, I guess. I DO miss my pianos – haven't touched one in over a year.
Today, I am a minimalist. Everything I own fits into my four-door sedan. This has been proven many times over during the past three or four years.
I still like t o visit flea markets and garage/yard sales t o look at all the "stuff" people are trying t o shed from their balance sheets. Sometimes I'll leave with a knick-knack; something I certainly don't need but was too damn cute t o not have sit atop a window ledge or countertop (my current residence doesn't have a mantel unfortunately).
This almost dovetails into part two. Character.
When I write fiction (which is quite often), my favorite activity is characterization. I write pages and pages o f a character's backstory. Much o f this exercise doesn't make it t o the actual story being written but I was taught by a much better writer than I, "You must know EVERYTHING about your character or i t's not real."
But a fictional "character" is merely the second definition o f the word. The primary meaning o f "character" is an attribute or feature that distinguishes an individual person. Kinda the same thing, but not quite.
I'm reminded o f the statement by Mr. Wolf, a character in the film Pulp Fiction, in which the two are differentiated. He says t o his niece at her father's junkyard, "Just because you ARE a character doesn't mean you HAVE character." -- Or something like that anyway.
My feeling is that "character" – in the primary sense o f the word – is how a person behaves when no one is looking. Almost like a form o f integrity or dare I say, quality.
I let that hang there on purpose. Quality is an entirely different discussion t o which I refer any interested reader o f fiction one (o f many) tomes I have read that changed my life: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by the esteemed Robert M. Pirsig His exploration into the "Metaphysics of Quality" says more about the topic than any I am aware o f otherwise. I f you know others, please let me know.
So then, mentioning "qualities" o f a person's character leads me into two more ideas. The first o f which is the comparison and contrast o f "courage" and "bravery".
Oddly, multiple sources claim these two are synonyms. But I disagree. Courage is not a quality. I t is an ability. A choice. A person with courage chooses t o confront something without any fear. This person is usually driven by a cause – a belief that he or she feels is worth fighting for despite multiple reasons not t o.
Meanwhile, a brave person is simply that – brave. I t is a quality o f a person that does something without any fear. Bravery simply happens, courageousness is a learned trait.
This finally leads me t o the issue I am currently having a difficult time writing about: fate versus destiny.
Since I'm at a complete loss, I ask you, my intelligent readers: was it fate that you have read this far? Or was it your destiny?
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Mirror image
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Publié :15/7/2021 8h05
Dernière mise à jour :21/7/2021 10h44 9178 vues
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Well she's kind o f like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul
And she's kind o f like a movie
Everyone rushes t o see
And no one understands i t
Sittin' in their seats
Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day o f the week
People look right through her
Baby doll, check your cheek
And she's kind o f like a poet
Who finds i t hard to speak
Poems come so slowly
Like the colors down a sheet
She opens her mouth t o speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' t o be
I've been achin' for a while now, friend
I've been achin' hard for years
Well she's kind o f like an artist
Who uses paints no more
You never show me what you're doing
Never show a soul
Well, I saw one o f your pictures
There was nothin' that I could see
I f no one's on your canvas
Well, I'm achin' t o be
She closes her mouth t o speak and
Closes her eyes t o see
Thought about an' only loved
She's achin' t o be
Just like me
-- Writer: PAUL WESTERBERG
From The Replacements' 1989 album Don't Tell a Soul
The soundtrack t o my sophomore year in college. Highly reccommended.
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Fill-in-the-Blank
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Publié :9/7/2021 17h46
Dernière mise à jour :3/2/2022 11h13 9876 vues
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If I had a million dollars, I'd _____________________________________ .
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" Ready or not " ...
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Publié :8/7/2021 15h56
Dernière mise à jour :26/7/2021 16h08 9407 vues
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…" here I come ".
This post will likely seem schizophrenic. Just because sense is made for me, doesn't mean anyone else will understand. ( gosh – writing a sentence without " t o " or " i t " can be quite a challenge : )
Beginning as three ( if not four ) different posts, for brevity, I have consolidated them.
First: announcing your orgasm – ( thus the title line )
Do you tell your partner when you are coming? Does your partner tell you?
I don't mean moans, groans and squeals; I mean actual words. If so, what is spoken?
Secondly: brand loyalty
As an example, I purchase Kraft cheese products exclusively. Duracell batteries. Aussie Moist shampoo and Dial soap. Other than that, I'm pretty flexible – a variety of foreign and domestic automobiles, different clothing, sometimes a change is good. Many lessons can be learned in trying new things.
So I ask you, my readers, what brands will you simply NOT compromise? More importantly, WHY?
Third: meets
Personally, I can tell as many good stories as bad. I don't regret any of them.
I'm curious… would any of you share a story of a meet originating from this site? As detailed or not as you wish.
I almost married a woman I met here about five years ago. My last threesome was arranged here. I have others, I'll share them over time.
Lastly: breaking
Researching for a short story, and because the topic fascinates me endlessly, I've been reading a lot about quantum mechanics – Heisenberg, Schrödinger, Einstein and all the others. Their experiments and thought experiments. Mind-boggling.
The idea that human observation MAKES reality.
Anyway, Niels Bohr postulated this idea of the " quantum jump " – when there is an abrupt transition from one energy level to another. The moment when the point-of-no-return occurs. A change in condition. One moment a dropped coffee mug is intact, a moment later in pieces on the kitchen floor.
In human relationships, is there a quantum jump from being a couple to being two singles? Or is it more like classical systems where transitions are gradual and energy states change over periods of easily measurable time? I've experienced both and would like your thoughts on previous relationships ( or maybe one you are in right this moment ).
Any and all comments are greatly appreciated. Have a great weekend!
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One of us
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Publié :18/6/2021 12h43
Dernière mise à jour :26/7/2021 16h54 9824 vues
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's Friday and I should be writing my " Friday Fill in the Blank " ( on another site ), and should also wrap-up a story about " Bridges and Staircases " ... the suspense is slingshot worthy.
Instead, I write unto you. I am your humble servant. I'm always looking; hoping I'll find the one intellectual that can tie-in.
Building on a previous post of my own, I think about the reading skills ( and the reading habits ) of a post-virus society.
No. that. A post-internet society.
Here's some good news: someone is out reading.
I thank the tiny handful of my readers. Encourage others. And the commenters will receive the greatest gifts of words.
Where did the words go?
Must one be over the age of 40 t o understand the written word?
I sent this on a personal . But I think should be PROCLAIMED.
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Writing for? Writing's sake.
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Publié :17/6/2021 11h34
Dernière mise à jour :26/7/2021 17h03 10175 vues
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Is possible?
I keep thinking I must post a sexy picture or story.
Don't people just think about, reflect and even comment on things other than sex?
Here's something I found sexy. Because, at a distance, 's a fabulous abstraction of body parts.
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