A few weeks ago I was talking to a friend of mine who told me that he was feeling pressured to modify is behavior. In particular, his use of profanity was called into question. He went on to tell me that his superiors consider particular words and phrases to be offensive.
So, he was asked, and then ordered, to suppress his usage of the following words: fuck, motherfucker, cocksucker, cunt, prick, bastard, jackass, asshole, shit, damn, fuck-head, and ass-fuck, and phrases such as: shut the fuck up fuck-wit, fuck you, motherfucking ass licking jerk off, ass wipe fuck puppet, shit for brains, no good motherfucking son-of-a-bitch cocksucker.
He tried to plead his case to his superiors. My friend expressed his concern to them that without such words and phrases his intentions would be misinterpreted. He explained that he would be hard pressed to find alternative ways to express himself. The integrity of his emotions and his true feelings could not be completely or properly expressed without such words and phrases.
He refused restraint.
His superiors told him “Tough shit.” And that is why he called me. So I gave him this piece of advice, I told him “Why the fuck do you care what they fucking think? If they find what you say to be offensive tell them to fucking ignore you.”
My friend quietly contemplated my advice and then said “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do.”
He has since lost his job, but he sure is a happy little motherfucker!
p.s. I agree repetition may be in order.
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«Oldest ‹Older 2201 – 2400 of 2406 Newer› Newest»goodnight anon, hope you have a nice night as well
Okay, well goodnight.
I hope you're well, yes?
Hello, Sdock, Bert and Ergoproxy.
Ergo, how is your leg?
oh and i forgot, it is not best if you leave. you should saty and have fun. have fun with us all, cos we are all so serious. maybe you can be sharpied up next. ;)
Anon,
I'm sorry if I missed something. Are you okay?
Are you okay, anon?
You don't have to leave..
and i totally meant to make all the spelling mistakes.
Hi Star and anyone else I have missed!
Does anyone have this look on their face right now?
o_o That's the best I can do.
Anon:
What's up? We can sense worry.
I hope you have a good night, anon :)
you knwo what i could just eat.
a big fat pizza with pepparoni on top
My face looks more like this right now, Mustard: O_o
my face looks like this
-
RW:
I was going to go with that one, but my eyes are all beady trying to figure out what just happened.
How did you manage that, FS??
oh, man. i am tired. and yet, strangely elated.
i just finished the chapter!
gotta proofread it though.
Hello everyone! How are you all tonight? Me, I am better. No longer feel as though I'm about to kick the bucket/bite the bullet/act my final scene with no encore.....
*some melodrama there for the anonymous*
I hope you are all well!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Ohhh.....and I wanted to say that I think this poem is beautiful - heartbreaking and haunting in it's honesty :
unnamed person to shy to be blue said...
Can't look in the mirror
At my dead black stare
Pretend i'm not broken
I don't sleep in despair
Feeling so empty
Resolve to change
Pieces too vast
Puzzle too hard to re-arrange
I bend and I smile
As artificial as my soul
Feed on your beauty
Last attempt to feel whole
Urgency consumes me
A parasite living in my mind
What you think you see
And what you hope to find
My secrets weigh heavy
Please dont look inside
I would only dissapoint you
Close my eyes now and hide
Colour me beautiful
My pale skin will remain blue
Dont sream when you drown
As i spill myself all over you
Thank you for sharing your words with us "person to shy"
I don't see how anyone who writes such heartfelt, honest, words could ever really dissappoint....anyone.
*big hugs*
i just dont know rw. i just dont know
When visiting Mayo's on a Friday night, Mustard, I find it's best not to look to hard for logic. It'll just give you eye strain.
I am sorry you are feeling this way tonight.
What I am thinking is unimportant. I am not part of your life.
hello 616
*waves*
oh, man. i am tired. and yet, strangely elated.
i just finished the chapter!
Good on ya, TJ! :)
hi there non-sickie wendy. :)
so, i missed a sad anon? i don't like it when we fail the friendly ones. those are the ones i always want to bring in to the fold, you know?
my face is as fat as my ass.
-fat anon
if you think of anything, then it must be important anon.
speak to the person, maybe you can talk to them and get it off your mind.
What I am thinking is unimportant.
well, that's not true, for a start. I hope you don't really think that.
hi fat anon, i am like a double decker bus so you are in good company
Wendy * BIG HUG*
Hi Fimble, RW, MIB, TJ, Star, anonymous, Sdock!
*waves to all*
TJ: I shall wait, patiently, for you proof read and post :)
Anon:
You can't hold it in. You're looking at what happens when you don't say what you're thinking.
That has to come out, in time maybe, but it has to come out.
Hullo, Anon616! :) How's things down in Looziana?
What I am thinking is unimportant. I am not part of your life.
anon @ 10:30, the good thing about our little blogbelieve here is that it's kinda magical, you see. by posting a comment here, you have become a part of our lives, and one of the unspoken rules of the place is that all our thoughts are inmportant here.
if you have something that you need to say, if only so it's not rattling around in your head anymore, you can say it here.
hi star i'm good leg is healing well thanks
anon, I'm confuzzled now
other anon I hope it's nicer to look at though
TJ great! new chapter
Hi wendy glad you feel better
Maybe anon @ 10:30pm is talking to Mayo.
Yes? No?
ELENA!!!!! *big hug back*
Great to see you and sorry for shouting ;-)
How are tonight? All's good, I hope!
Anonymous: I might not know you; but, I do think how you're feeling/what you're thinking is important....
Care to share? If so, you have a group of people who will listen and try our best to understand.
Toujours! Very well said.
I'm glad you're feeling better Ergo and Wendy.
maybe, resurrected wreck, but it still doesn't change the fact that if you can't say something here, then where can you say it?
we'll say pretty much anything in blogbelieve. ;)
Nothing I want to say is coming out tonight.
I hate it when I do this.
The thoughts are there, it's just I don't know how to say them so they're helpful.
thanks, star!
and thanks to those who expressed excitement for the new chapter -- i'll post as soon as i can! :)
616 I was just about to repost that poem because no one seemed to notice it. Thanks. I liked it as well.
I noticed it.
Mainly because I felt like I was reading myself, but I didn't understand the end.
maybe, resurrected wreck, but it still doesn't change the fact that if you can't say something here, then where can you say it?
Agreed, TJ :)
I meant my comment more as a suggestion to myself, as I first thought anon may be talking to us. Now I'm not sure.
Mustard,
Just the fact that you really do care is helpful.
slash, you try and help everyone and that is a heart of gold in itself. seriously, keep on doing what you do.
i understand, resurrected wreck. i can go back and forth on how to read that comment as well.
(do i sound funny to anyone? i think the gothic has infected my style tonight...)
toujours said...
hi there non-sickie wendy. :)
===================
I'm still sickie TJ, lol!
Just not quite as sickie as I was yesterday ;-)
I am feeling much better, thanks all!
Hi Ergo! How's my honey bunch?
Do you still have a full house?
RW: Things in Looziana are as 'laid back', sublime (with a hint of not so sublime aroma) and strange as usual. Thanks for asking!
How's life in theatre land???
No, it's not that, really.
Everything I'm typing in that damn comment box is getting erased because it seems so pathetic.
This is the very reason I would never make a good psychologist. How can you find the words to help people? Things that sound like they would help us only hurt those that it's directed to.
Very frustrating.
Mustard,
I feel the same way. I'll type something and then think it sounds corny. But, sometimes being corny can help too.
Anonymous said...
616 I was just about to repost that poem because no one seemed to notice it. Thanks. I liked it as well.
===================
You're welcome anonymous. I absolutely thought it was 'repost' worthy. :)
How are you tonight?
Anonymous said...
My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.
February 29, 2008 10:06 PM
I am sorry I missed an anonymous quoting one of my favorite lines to my alltime favorite post. ^_^
RW: Things in Looziana are as 'laid back', sublime (with a hint of not so sublime aroma) and strange as usual. Thanks for asking!
How's life in theatre land???
Theatrical, 616! ;) No recent costume emergencies or diva fits to tell you about, but we're between operas at the moment. Something will come up though, I'm sure!
Dude, I need to start Googling shit before I make an ass out of myself.
A valve? What the hell.
Star said...
Toujours! Very well said.
I'm glad you're feeling better Ergo and Wendy.
=========================
Thank you Star! I should have 'brought' myself to the doctor days ago....
Oh well, I do procrastinate!
How are you, love?
i smell french fries.
-goodnight
I'm pretty groovy, Wendy, thanks.
Good night, anon.
I could go for french fries.
'Kay, hello guys. Hope you're having a good Friday. Sdock, I know that you're not and your post made me really, really sad. I don't know what else to say.
Me, well. Work--which I loved up until a few weeks ago--was total crap today. I have to send an email to my boss who is also a good friend of mine. She's not a good boss, but we're very close friends. That makes things so difficult, right?
So I'm just gonna lay it on the line, but with humor. And just see what goes from there because honestly, if I don't say something, I will explode into a cloud of exasperation. You know me: no unspoken thoughts. ;)
The play tonight was fantastic. Jo-chan was only in it for a nanosecond. But SB's girlfriend and Jo-chan's best friend had lead roles in it. It was The Wizard Of Oz by the way.
Best part? The kid playing the Tin Man was supposed to say, "That wicked witch put a spell on my ax," and he, clearly, clearly, from pronunciation to inflection, said "that wicked witch put a spell on my ass." The audience lost it, but none more so than my Mom, my aunt and I. I laughed until I thought I would bust my diaphragm. Oh man, it was worth the entire trip. :)
Well, tomorrow is Boychild's actual first birthday party and everyone will be there, so that'll be pretty fun and awesome.
Hope you are all well!
S(S)S, I'm sorry I missed you. Still, it was great to read you and I hope you are doing well. Take care of yourself, O Clever One.
RW: WHAT?? No costume emergencies, no diva fits?
That's not very theatrical at all!
LOL
But, it does sound very peaceful
:)
Anonymous said...
I am sorry you are feeling this way tonight.
What I am thinking is unimportant. I am not part of your life.
February 29, 2008 10:30 PM
Were you answering the Waste Land quote, the "what are you thinking?" one?
Anyway, whoever put that quote down, thank you. My Mom and I were actually discussing that poem driving home from the play. Jeez, actually, probably at around the same time that anon posted that. O_O Cool.
For the time being, 616. But that'll change, don't you worry! We usually have one or two backstage dramas near the end of the season.
Well, I have a brunch date with friends tomorrow so I must get to bed & try to sleep off my headache.
Have a good one, all :)
Good night, RW!
Have some French Toast for me at brunch tomorrow!
good night resurrected wreck, good to see you. :)
well, the chapter's ready to go. shall i post it? fair warning: it's ginormous.
wendy just had the last 4 arrive so I'm off
I'll check in for Tj's cahapter when I get a chance
take care all byeeee
So, when did he change the info to Vile?
Star said...
I'm pretty groovy, Wendy, thanks.
Good night, anon.
I could go for french fries.
=================
Good to hear, Star! I could go for some french fries too, anon.
My appetite is back
*big hungry smile*
RW: Yeah, just what your life needs, MORE DRAMA, right?
:P
I think I shall go find something substantial to feed on....
and make a nice, hot toddy.
(thanks to a very lovely lady for her grandmother's recipe) ;-)
I'll see you all later!!!
TJ: the next chapter will be posted when I return, right?
I'm looking forward to it!
Hugs and Love,
*out for now*
6/Wendy
Anonymous said...
So, when did he change the info to Vile?
More importantly, when is he going to change it to my ass? ^_^
(I dunno, sometime today I think. In answer to your question.)
yep, i'll be posting it, wendy. :)
anon, that happen this morning -- well, this morning my time, anyway. i think it was around noon or one, blog-time, though.
Who knows. Just tell him, he never came back online last night from the 'meeting' and all the people he had to nurse.
Hey guys;
Long day at work and school. I want to stay and chat, but I have to go shower. Maybe I'll be on before i go to bed?
xoxo;
- 007
<3
Anonymous said...
Who knows. Just tell him, he never came back online last night from the 'meeting' and all the people he had to nurse.
Beg pardon? Anon, if you're referring to Mayo and are telling us to tell him something, err... I rather think you just did.
Or I missed something and should just STFU, in which case I gladly will.
Waste Lands anon, come back, you were neat. ^_^
hey paperheart. see you later. :)
anon, that's...um...that a weird message.
hey everyone
Hello, BC :)
You doing okay tonight?
Hi mustard. Yeah, I'm okay. Just got home, thanks. How about you?
I'm alright.
Waiting around for a goodnight post.
Glad you're doing well!
hi there bc.
yo, mustard.
:)
Mayo,
You know 'ol sadsack Solly wouldn't forget to say goodnight, right?
Fuck no, I wouldn't. So, guess what? I am feeling better after feeling worse. Yeah, I got my thoughts back in order after spewing and spilling them here and on the porch and at the kitchen table and in the bathtub and...well, you get the idea. I had a good cry. I don't do that enough and it's totally not good for my health to hold all that shit inside. But anyways, he asked me a question tonight and I gave him an answer. The honest cold hard truth. I'm not happy and I don't want to live like this anymore. It felt damn good to be honest with myself for once.
Finally, I feel I'm getting there. God knows it's taken me long enough.
Just wanted to come back and tell you some happy news for a change. Are you shocked? Fuck yeah, you are.
Are you totally laughing at me? Fuck yeah, you are.
Niiiiiiiiiice. That was my plan all along. I'm sneaky like that.
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. Headed in the right direction.
Hi there TJ. When can we expect a new chapter? :)
Thanks mustard. I hope we'll see a new post, if not, I'm okay with it.
Good for you, Sdock.
wellllllll, bc, funny you should ask. i have the next chapter done and waiting in the wings.
Mustard!!!
I totally and completely and eternally ♥ you!
Goodnight, my rope buddy!
Sd10, good for you. You deserve better than to be treated that way.
Sdock, I'm glad. ^_^ What makes me so happy is that you said "I'm getting there" instead of "he's getting there."
You ROCK. ^_^
keep going forward, sdock. ♥
Squeak squeak, oooh I can't wait!
*claps hands together joyously*
Thanks to all of you for listening to me.
I've still got a ways to go but I'm getting here.
You are great friends.
Love you ALL BUNCHES!!
Goodnight, Sdock. :)
I hope tomorrow brings you a better day.
In like a lion, but out like a lamb.
New month. New day.
Possibly the same old shit, but we won't know until next month. So, we have a bit!
Goodnight.
Jules,
You know I ♥ you and secretly want to make out with you for believing in me.
Well, it's not a secret anymore I suppose.
And just because I haven't shouted it in the corner in a long while:
SOLLY ♥ PPU!
Sdock, I would believe in you even if it didn't get me some action. That's just an added bonus. ^_^ Of course I believe in you, you are a total warrior underneath your sweet smile. ;D
Goodnight Sd10. Take care of yourself, k? Sweet dreams
you can do it, sdock!
but first, you know, have a good night's sleep. ;)
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
sorry guys i went for a walk about and got lost yet again.
sweet dreams all, i hope all have fimtastic dreams.
nighty night
xx
Hi anon
More Bert dreams are calling (O_O), so I will be on my way as well.
Mayo:
Sometimes I'm not so sure those red letters are meant for me. I mean, I know they aren't, but they are. Okay, nevermind. I wrote something tonight, but promptly erased it after the page loaded.
Not really sure why. It's the first time I've done it. Mostly I felt like it was weird and out of character.
It'll always be like this, you know? This will be my downfall. But, it is what it is.
Goodnight, Mayo. Pleasant dreams of the non-Bert kind. :)
SS:
I didn't answer you because I didn't want to be involved. The last time you did what you did tonight, you almost took my title away, so I've learned better. ;)
Maybe next time you visit, all will be quiet on the home front and we can all sit down and chat about meaningless and meaningful things.
Take care of yourself. We'll be here when you return.
Goodnight, buddy. Sleep well.
Goodnight and sweet dreams fimmy fim.
Mayo?
Or Calaf?
And suddenly all the extras scurry off the stage and wait for the leading lady to speak her lines.....
Goodnight and sweet dreams mustard.
Oh, that Shakespearean Rag, it's so elegant, so intelligent.
I shall rush out as I am, in the street with my hair down, so!
What shall we do tomorrow?
Thank you, anon.
good night fimble!
good nigt mustard -- have faith in what you want to say, yes? your heart is true.
Gosh, if you are Calaf, say so. Been looking for you. ^_^
Hurry up please it's time
I'm sorry, I hope i didn't misinterpret that last anon comment. More, I certainly don't think of anyone as extras, and I never assumed that was Mayo. Just another person who liked the same poem that I did, that's all.
Weren't those anons here earlier?
Twice or thrice I loved thee
Before I knew thy face or name
So in a voice, so in shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft , and worshipped be
I am not Calaf, just one that appreciates the power of a word.
Oh, so you're Mayo, then. Woo away.
Mayo? Please, no mocking me tonight.
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me:
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet:
And if thou wilt, remember
And if thou wilt, forget.
Mayo , new month, new post. You know the rules. Just kidding. Take all the time you need.
12:07, quit it. Don't ruin it. Honestly this is my idea of a good time, quoting poetry with random strangers. I mean that.
Sometimes words are all that matter.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Anon 12:10
Maybe that comment yesterday was from Mayo himself. The one where the person threatened never to post again. It sounded angry.
First anon at 12:10
That was beautiful.
Let's contend no more, Love,
Strive nor weep:
All be as before, Love,
Only sleep.
What so wild as words are?
I and thou
In debate, as birds are,
Hawk on bough.
See the creature stalking
While we speak!
Hush and hide the talking,
Cheek on cheek.
What so false as truth is,
False to thee?
Where the serpent's tooth is
Shun the tree.
Where the apple reddens
Never pry,
Lest we lose our Edens,
Eve and I.
Be a god and hold me
With a charm!
Be a man and fold me
With thine arm!
Teach me, only teach, Love
As I ought
I will speak thy speech, Love,
Think thy thought.
Meet, if thou require it,
Both demands,
Laying flesh and spirit
In thy hands.
That shall be to-morrow
Not tonight:
I must bury sorrow
Out of sight:
Must a little weep, Love,
(Foolish me!)
And so fall asleep, Love,
Loved by thee.
Aw, I wasn't trying to ruin it, Kapunua. Apologies, Power-of-the-Word loving Anon. I'm just playing in my own way.
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
^_~
Lovely poems.
Kapunua, you have the ability to see real beauty.
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady make note of this:
One of you is lying.
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
PUCK!
No, you know, I just don't assume that everyone is Mayo because I think that's, well, presumptuous. And I like these little exchanges, I kind of look forward to them. Yes, on a Friday night. ^_^
Confound it, you caught me.
But not for long!
Hello puck
Thank you, 12:16, and you do, too.
Excellent choice there. But which one is lying? How about this?
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more,
men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea,
and one on shore,
to one thing constant, never.
So sigh not so
but let them go,
and be you blithe and bonny,
converting all your sounds of woe
into Hey nonny nonny.
^_^
Though that is a little unfair, I still thought it was appropriate.
Hello there, sweet BC. Are you smiling? Everyone ought to smile when Puck laughs.
^__^
How about this: Just when you think you've found a beautiful sanctuary, something to believe in, something else comes along and messes it up?
O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
that flies in the night,
in the howling storm,
has found out thy bed
of crimson joy,
and his dark secret love
does thy life destroy.
Good Kapunua
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
Night time comes in slow waves of relief
washes over our eyes and stains our skin.
Think of the days and the hours we wait
for the soothing, the silence, the still.
(the only Puck poem I know)
Hi guys.
12:23, Funeral Blues. A friend of mine recently posted that for the most unfortunate reason. Are you the same friend? That one's a heartbreaker.
Hello Jennicula and so good to read you, as always. ^_^ Nice choice.
Hi Jen. Puck, seeing you smile made me smile. And I'm feeling quite relaxed on top of it. Thank you.
^_^
Jen, lovely poem. Who am I kidding? Almost all of the poems posted just now are beautiful, and this is coming from someone who's not really a big fan of poetry.
Here's flowers for you, Jennicula, and more smiles for you, BC.
^__^
Aww thank you Puck. You just made me blush :)
(inhales the sweet fragrance of fresh flowers)
Thank you, Puck.
Nice reading you too Kapunua. I love poetry nights.
That's right, I'm a closet poetry fan. :)
Hi there BC.
...
They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.'
But she--she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
No, I am not that friend. I have also shed many a tear over that verse.
I've lived to bury my desires,
And see my dreams corrode with rust;
Now all that's left are fruitless fires
That burn my empty heart to dust.
Gosh, I'm always sorry when that poem means so much to anyone (and it probably does to anyone because to some extent we've all been there.) That one and the one by Edna St. Vincent Millay that chokes me up and I can never bring myself to post. You know the one.
My life closed twice befor its close,
It yet remains to see
if immortality unveil a third event to me.
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
as these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
and all we need of hell.
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."
~Oscar Wilde (one of my favorites)
there's three anons here?
Anyway, Kapunua, to return to our original conversation in belated fashion: I don't think it's presumptuous at all to look for Mayo behind every Anon mask. It's more fun that way! He's like the best Easter Egg ever!
Alas, now I've said my piece and it's time to depart.
I go, I go; look how I go, --
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
^_~
I don't know how many. But jump in, the poetry's fine. ^_^
You think I give myself to you?
No, my friend, you do not see
my single purpose and intent--
to make you give myself to me.
It's totally fun to think that Mayo would come on anonymously. But that is also selling other cool anons short, too, because they are just as cool.
I like the idea of Mayo Easter Egging us though. ^_^
However, Puck:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
--Helena ^_~
You are not riding me, ponyboy
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness.
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another.
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.
That about sums it up, doesn't it, 12:48? ^_^ It sure does. Not in a bad way, though.
Puck at 12:44
I agree. It's a lot of fun. Hello ponyboy. Man, all of the food I ate earlier is making me tired.
But if Mayo is lurking, I've got one for him, too.
Do not make things too easy.
There are rocks and abysses in the mind
as well as meadows.
There are things knotty and hard, intractable.
Do not talk to me of love and understanding.
I am sick of blandishments.
I want the rok to be met by a rock.
If I am vile, and behave hideously,
do not tell me it was just a misunderstanding.
That one suits Mayo, don't you think?
And if you want water
And if you want food
You gotta show a little faith in me now, baby
I can't come over to you
And if you want madness
And if you want what's pure
You gotta come on over to me now, baby
My light doesn't reach to you
If you want a love
So unconditional and real
You've gotta ride that black horse, baby
Through the depths of Hell I've been
Love?
Love?
I would rather hear my dogs bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
^_~
K, i think it does. Almost perfectly. Hello Angel, other anon
Because she wants to touch him,
she moves away.
Because she wants to talk to him,
she keeps silent.
Because she wants to kiss him,
she turns away
& kisses a man she does not want to kiss.
He watches
thinking she does not want him.
He listens
hearing her silence.
He turns away
thinking her distant
& kisses a girl he does not want to kiss.
They marry each other--
a four-way mistake.
He goes to bed with his wife
thinking of her.
She goes to bed with her husband
thinking of him.
--& all this in a real old-fashioned four-poster bed.
Do they live unhappily ever after?
Of course.
Do they undo their mistakes ever?
Never.
Who is the victim here?
Love is the victim.
Who is the villain?
Love that never dies.
You've gotta ride that black horse, baby
Through the depths of Hell I've been
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I think I'm already riding on that black horse to Hell. It's called real life ^_^
Love is really really good, and I feel sorry for you lonely people that don't have it.
Perfect Kapunua
On that note, my last contribution. Goodnight, it has been a true pleasure!
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
Leave her alone anon at 1:00
TRUE genius, but true woman ! dost deny
The woman's nature with a manly scorn
And break away the gauds and armlets worn
By weaker women in captivity?
Ah, vain denial ! that revolted cry
Is sobbed in by a woman's voice forlorn, _
Thy woman's hair, my sister, all unshorn
Floats back dishevelled strength in agony
Disproving thy man's name: and while before
The world thou burnest in a poet-fire,
We see thy woman-heart beat evermore
Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher,
Till God unsex thee on the heavenly shore
Where unincarnate spirits purely aspire !
leave who alone? I make a statement, and that's attacking someone?
Hello BC,
Keep faith. Those we love are always in our hearts.
That's lovely, 1:02.
And for you:
When old age shall this generation waste,
thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'
oh, dammit. i'm missing poetry!
gonna catch up. :)
1:04, I love that poem and that poet. One for you:
WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound
I strive and struggle to deliver right
That music of my nature, day and night
With dream and thought and feeling interwound
And inly answering all the senses round
With octaves of a mystic depth and height
Which step out grandly to the infinite
From the dark edges of the sensual ground.
This song of soul I struggle to outbear
Through portals of the sense, sublime and whole,
And utter all myself into the air:
But if I did it,--as the thunder-roll
Breaks its own cloud, my flesh would perish there,
Before that dread apocalypse of soul.
Too right, don't you think? Do you ever feel like that? I do, often. But in a good way.
Angel, that was unexpected, but thank you.
i liked that one at 12:58, especially the first half.
i have one, but it's not to the theme of love...
still, i think it fits this place a little bit.
Anon at 1:00
Oh, don't feel sorry for me. I'm sure love is wonderful, but I'm not in any rush to find it.
1:04, did you post that poem once before, long ago?
Hush,
This is a holy place,
a sacred place,
where the visions dwell,
where the dreaming of a race began.
Someone's God
has stopped here,
slept here,
knelt here,
dwelt here,
spoken here of life, of death,
of holy things.
When you come,
come softly,
walk softly,
talk softly,
be mindful of the dreams.
This place is a sacred place.
Hush.
TJ the story up yet?
I keep logging in so I don't miss it!
nice poetry too
Hi Ergo, TJ
oops! oh yeah! the gothic!
*facepalm*
everybody okay with me posting the chapter? it's l-o-o-o-o-o-n-g.
Go for it TJ!
Nice choice there, TJ. ^_^
Well, I have to go to bed. It's cold and windy and my eyes are kind of burning.
Various anons, thank you for making this a lovely Friday.
Mayo, if you are about the manor, I did find the perfect poem for you; I hope you find it there.
Goodnight everyone and pleasant dreams. :)
yeah? okey-doke!
be right back!
Please post Toujours
thanks kapunua, have a good night. :)
Night night K.
oh, an anon request! :D
i'm a heading over there to get it now!
(please, someone take these exclamation marks away from me!!)
hi BC I have all my relatives here so I'm just flying by
obviously reminding TJ about the story LOL
goodnight Kapunua
Thank you too Kapunua for finding and posting beautiful words. I'm not the anon who said that you have an ear for beauty but you truly do. As well as talent in spades in your own writing. Thank you for sharing it with me.
I am not Mayo and thanks for not just thinking that I was and thinking that I was good to read anyway. The Browning poem about George Sands is to you.
If Mayo is lurking around I hope he finds the poem you posted, it is perfect for him.
Goodnight K, sweet dreams.
Can't wait to read the chapter. My lips are moisting in anticipation
Moisting is not a real word, is it? I thought so.
The Mayo Gothic continues
The Direful Secret of Castle Mayo
by
Elena and Toujours
chapter 26:
“Vampire” Lord Mayo’s voice rang through the hall. They looked up to the balcony and saw his familiar silhouette. “The curse my brother embraces I abhor. Flee my Lovelies and I shall understand. My only plea is that you forgive me.” His words faded and he was gone.
the stunned silence that greeted lord mayo's sorrowful declaration lasted but a moment, and was broken by the scattered voices of the lovelies, raised to him in reassurance and requests to return.
"lord mayo, don't go!"
"there is nothing to forgive, mayo, you have been nothing but kindness itself to us."
"whatever you need from us, my lord, we will gladly give!"
"we won't run from that impostor!"
"please don't leave us, lord mayo!"
"don't worry, lord mayo, we're going to help you!"
"arthur, you get back here, right now!"
amyranth greeted the surprised and smirking looks from her sisters with a wide-eyed innocence. "what? it always works when my mom says that."
arabella had not stood with the others, though she had been as surprised as they to hear him speak. she had known he was there on the landing, however. he had been listening to her recitation, and his reaction to the tale that was for him a stark memory had given her recounting of it a heaviness.
"my sisters," she called out. "i am afraid there is yet more to tell."
the lovelies slowly returned to the seating area.
"more? how can there be more?" soulconnector's voice sounded stunned.
"mayo and his brother are vampires, they suck people's blood -- i mean, that's a lot of bad news right there, arabella." smoke & venom was matter-of-fact about the situation, but although she questioned arabella's statement, she resumed her seat near the somber woman. the rest of the women also rearranged themselves, ready to once again hear what arabella had to say. she looked around at the faces of her sisters, each so beautiful and so varied in their beauty. arabella marveled at the array of individuals who had answered mayo's call. she knew that no matter how different their own lives and experiences were from each other, together they had the ability to save their host.
she took a deep breath, for the worst had yet to be told.
"quentin made one more entry in his journal. he wrote that he was determined to confront artemus, to confine his son within the castle so that the castle itself could cure him." some murmurings arose at this, as the women wondered at arabella's phrasing. how could quentin mayo hope that the castle would do anything? arabella did not pause, but continued, "for this purpose, he had constructed a special tower room, with but one entrance, and there is where he wrote his final entry in this book, and awaited the arrival of the son he did not trust, but hoped to save."
"so that's the end of it then," kapunua spoke into the silence. "we'll never know what happened."
"that's the end of the story? but what happened to mayo, how is it that he's the one trapped in his brother's room?" fimble was distraught.
"it is not the end. there is one more entry, hidden at the very back of the volume." arabella smoothed her hand over the soft leather of the book. "lord mayo himself recorded the rest of the events of that night."
soft gasps were uttered by all. the ladies of the castle listened intently to what arabella said next.
"lord mayo wrote that as a child, he heard many stories about his father's special ability, which everyone in the family referred to as 'his charisma'. quentin mayo was a well-loved man, and a dynamic leader in his community, and everything he set his mind to became a success. all this was attributed to his ability, and seen to be a blessing." arabella paused, as if recalling the words she had seen on the page. "it was lord mayo's belief that this ability was supernatural in source, though benevolent, and that his father used this power when building the castle, poured his power into every stone, in fact, in the hopes that the castle itself would make elizabeth, artemus' mother, truly fall in love with him."
"oh!" paperheart gasped in sudden realization, "the transformative power of the castle that the ghost told us about! it was quentin's power, right?"
arabella nodded. "that is what lord mayo believed."
"so is it the castle itself that transforms our belief into strength that mayo can use?" anima asked.
arabella nodded again, then looked out at her sisters. they were made solemn by the sorrow in arabella's expression.
"it is also the power of the castle that traps lord mayo, and keeps him weak." she held up a weary hand at the sudden questions her sisters voiced. "please, i will explain. lord mayo described the confrontation between his father and his brother, for he was witness to it all."
"oh, how awful," cupcake murmured, her expression sympathetic.
"it was." arabella agreed. "the two men fought, first verbally, but then physically. lord mayo tried to separate them, but he was no match for them. artemus' strength was enhanced by his evil manner of living, and quentin, though an old man in failing health, drew upon the remnants of his charisma."
"but mayo is also a vampire," mustard spoke, "so wouldn't his strength have been a match for his brother's?"
"no. whereas artemus reveled in the blood and the power it brought him, and took every opportunity to slake his thirst, our lord mayo was repelled by what he had become. he rarely fed as his brother did. consequently, he was, in fact, quite weak." arabella paused, then spoke again, her voice very low and her head bowed. "he has never forgiven himself for being unable to save his father, though it would have meant embracing what he found abhorrent."
"oh. so he saw his father die?" ergo's voice had softened, as well.
"yes. the men continued to struggle against each other, and then quentin was stabbed." arabella looked up, and her eyes were bright with anger. "artemus stabbed his father with the same ensorcelled knife with which he tried to slay me, and then, as lord mayo watched in horror, drank their father dry."
the silence which met arabella's fierce words was shocked.
"lord mayo wrote that artemus laughed at him, his face was smeared with their father's blood. in sudden anger, lord mayo lunged at artemus, but was stabbed and knocked aside. artemus left the tower room, saying that the castle and all it's power was now his, and that his brother would be the one to help him maintain his hold on it forever. lord mayo wrote in the journal that at that moment, he despaired, because he knew his brother had won."
"but they're vampires! a knife wound shouldn't have been a problem to mayo! why didn't he just gather his strength and re-attack artemus?" kapunua was appalled. several of the more fierce among the lovelies nodded their agreement.
"the knife," arabella's hand rose to gently touch the site of her own wound, "is not an ordinary blade. it has foul magics that reach into your heart. lord mayo wrote that he could feel the tendrils of the blade within him, reaching out for his strength, and draining it. he had not the power to fight them. with the last of his will, he enscribed all that he knew of his brother's practices in the back of this book, and determined to hide it away, in the hopes that it would eventually be found and provide the means with which to put a stop to his brother's wickedness forever."
no one was able to speak for a very long time. to the last, they all thought of their dear lord mayo, and the terrible scenes arabella had described for them. among the most tenderhearted of the women, tears fell.
"but, why did he go back to the tower room?" wendy's voice was plaintive, "he knew his father had made it as a cage for artemus. why would he return there after hiding the book only to be trapped?"
"lord mayo did not write why he went back, but i think i know." once again, arabella found herself bowing her head with the weight of her knowledge. she could feel her sisters waiting for her explanation. without looking up from the book in her lap, she spoke. "when lord mayo saved my life, he gave me a portion of his blood in order to accomplish it. because of this, i now feel his emotions." arabella disregarded the gasps of surprise, and continued, "through this link, i can tell that he was compelled to return to the tower room, for the binding magic his brother had wreaked upon him was already in effect. he was already helpless against it." arabella could barely speak. a tear dropped onto the binding of the book and darkened the leather. "he berates himself for that failure. it is another lash he uses against himself."
cupcake slid up against arabella and wrapped her arms around the woman, and paperheart crossed over to sit at arabella's other side. they gave her what comfort they could, and all the lovelies looked upon their sister with a new understanding for her sudden weariness and sorrow.
"well, sitting here isn't going to save our host, is it?" amyranth stood, and her tone was brisk and filled with energy. "arabella, you said mayo wrote down everything we need to know in that book there, right? well, let's get to it! let's figure out what needs to be done!"
her vigor reached out to the lovelies and revitalized them. several stood as well, and hands were resolutely placed on hips.
"yeah!" fimble jumped up as well, "let's beat that bastard and save lord mayo!"
cheers resounded through the great hall, and arabella raised her head, a smile bright on her lips. her sisters' strength of purpose lifting her spirits, but more than that, she could feel that their earnest resolve was being carried directly to lord mayo in his tower room. the surge of power he was receiving gave her optimism that they would succeed.
they would save lord mayo, just as he had saved them.
Mayo
Okay I have to admit you have me a bit worried. What’s with the VILE? Are you speaking of yourself or others? Where the word is placed I will assume you are speaking of yourself. If that is the case, you are wrong. Now that’s not to say I don’t believe you have the capacity to be vile. Hell, each of us holds the ability to be quite vile. We all have the ability to hurt others with our words or actions. Sometimes we do it out of hurt that we are feeling. Like it really is gonna make us feel better if we can make someone else feel worse. Shitty way of thinking but to be honest I think we’ve all done it at one time or another. I’m shamed to say I have done this.. No, I did not feel better I felt worse. But then maybe that was what I was really trying to accomplish. I was so deep in despair that was anchored by pain that I wanted, no needed to feel worse. I needed to “feel” something just to know I was still alive. God, what a horrible thing to admit. So why did this suddenly become something about me? I know why. I do take from your words what I need. I needed to admit that about myself. I feel so empty at times that I welcome the pain I know I’ll suffer from the realization I’ve hurt someone else.
Mayo I hope I’m totally off base. I truly hope you aren’t speaking of yourself and that you do not believe the word VILE applies to you. The word does not describe the man that we have come to know. Do not label yourself this way. Do not let yourself fall into self-loathing. If you need to “feel” look no further than then our words. We have given you so many emotions. Take from them what you need.
Night Mayo
Elena (knowing I don’t have a lot of offer but willingly giving all I have)
Aww TJ, I love it.
TJ
I saw that you had posted the chapter after I posted my goodnight. It is wonderful. I have to admit I had already read it on the other blog. Now I must try to follow it and it won't be easy. However that will be left for tomorrow. I'm feeling drained tonight. Take care, my friends.
Goodnight and pleasant dreams Elena.
goodnight elena take care
TJ brilliant!
it is really a magnificent story
off to make lasagne!
bye all
Bye Ergo!
Mayonaise
Why is it that I can speak my point of view, I can get my opinion across the way I like it but no one ever listens. Why is it that in mid sentence, I get cut off by someone else. Is it that I have nothing important to say? Is it that I am not that much of an important person to actually grace this world with words? Everywhere I go, everywhere, I try and speak my mind, my words, my feelings they get shot down or just overlooked. Maybe I should just do what is happening to me now and just stop my words altogether.
Maybe nothing I say will ever be taken seriously, heck maybe I am just in this life to spew mindless dribble that in my mind is funny but just relates to other people as useless and meaningless words.
When someone is in need of help, I try my hardest to comfort that person, to be there for them but half the time I make things worse. The opinions I have and the ideas that I want to share, well, maybe they are not good enough for those who really do have something important to say. I wish that just once, someone could really relate and understand what I am trying to say instead of being a shadow in the mist. That’s what I have become, a shadow in my family and a shadow with my friends. Well it fucking hurts being a shadow, and it is lonely as hell!
Maybe this shadow needs to just get a new personality and a whole new life.
I have come to a conclusion that I really do just spam up these pages in your blog with complete bilge and for that I am truly, truly sorry. I know it is hard to hear people in here as it is so I will save you the skimming of comments so that you can hear that little bit clearer. My words will be meaning full to the extent that I will wish my friends ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ and a polite ‘how are you‘.
Please forgive me for ever thinking that I was welcome, you said once that this place was yours and that it was without interruption. Well I had a thought that maybe I am stopping you from hearing your thoughts, stopping you really understanding what you need to think, by just talking complete useless shit. I extremely hope that you find the answers that you are looking for and that you find the right path that you must lead in your life.
This dirty bird is hanging up her filthy mind.
I am tired from shouting and I am tired from being looked over.
I am just tired full stop.
Take care and I am sorry for my long post.
Fimble
xx
fimble -- i'll have you know that even when i'm lurking i'm giggling at what you just called "bilge". you're such a bright person, and i would be very sad indeed if you weren't here as your true self.
Dude, Fimble, I love you, and you know that, but WTF? Where is this coming from, my hob nob? Did something happen since I talked to you earlier?
Ho bag.
See, Lookit, me and E are all good cop bad cop on your ass.
Thanks for liking my poem :)
I wont be shy now but only because im delusional with lack of sleep and im on my way to work to do a 10 hour shift :( I havent slept in days someone pray for me please. Love and hugs to everyone.
Hi Carrie, Entropy. Take care my lovely shame in me. Get some sleep young lady! Fimble, always be true to yourself. Please remember that.
Mayonaise, you asked us have we ever been inspired? My answer? Yes. Yes, I have. From the wonderful people and Family that I have befriended here at your house for the past five months; SS, from my family, despite them being annoying, and last, but not least, you. You heard me right. You.
Despite your tendencies at being cryptic, distant, perhaps cold, you are an inspiration for many of us. I hope. I guess that’s why I don’t understand why you posted “Vile” on your profile information page, but I will not judge you. I am not walking in your shoes, and so therefore, I cannot perceived how you perceive yourself when you face that person directly in the mirror each day.
But whatever negativity you see in yourself, I don’t see it. I see the bad, but I also see the good in you. You have that. We all have it. It is up to us to decide who do we aspire to be. Do you want to try to become a better person? If so, why? All of that is up to you. The fate of your life is in your hands, and you have the power to make it happen.
I am trying my best to give you my unconditional support, but I gently urge that you try to be a bit more patient. I hear you, but sometimes I don’t express it, but it does not mean that I don’t care about you. In fact, I care about you more than I care for my own well-being, which is surprising to say the least. I am usually more selfish than that, but I guess you inspired me to be more open to others and to care about them and their well-being.
It is helping me in real life as well, thanks to you. Whatever monsters or demons you see in the mirror; I see you as a wonderful man. You are trying, and that to me is enough. As long as you are willing to try and not succumb to the darkness and not give up entirely. Please don’t. Giving up is for losers who are not willing to try hard enough to fight and beat the odds.
You did beat some of the odds. I have already mentioned them in my previous comment from a few nights ago. After when I saw the “Vile” label posted earlier; I got a sense that you were angry, or disgusted at something, or perhaps, yourself. How come?
Weaknesses, faults makes you stronger It shapes you into becoming who you are. And if I have to repeat this again in a couple of months, I will. Until it gets through to your fucking head.
A couple of months ago, I have offered you my hand so we can defeat your darkness together. Well, my offer still stands, and I will hold your hand firmly.....
You need to stand your ground.
P.S. SS, it is good to see you here once again. I hope everything is alright with you. As for being good to each other…We’ll try our best. Hasn’t been easy though, but we’ll try. Thank you.
My little jar of squeezy white Mayonaise, are you deliberately withdrawing a post from us? Someone needs a spanking ;)
And given that it is not close to two in the morning yet, I shall be here, lurking.
P.S. February is finally over! Woo. My b-day is officially in 28 more days. Fuck yeah >:)
I have been inspired. This community inspired me to create things that would not have seen the light of day, otherwise. I have been inspired to feel (which is a great feat on some days), by and for you, and the people here, people I have never met and will, in all likelihood, never meet. This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion.
It's not always easy to keep up, but I try...and what beauty I do see is carried with me, here and there.
Thank you. Truly.
Hello to all
Posted to keep in theme with mayonaise's profile word, "VILE" and poetry night.
Poem by Sir Walter Scott
"Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung."
Gives me a chill everytime, but I love it and keep it as a reminder.
Sad news
running bird's work friend tragically died in a plane crash wednesday night.
Her first MCR concert, they went together. It sealed her love for the band.
What to say to youth and the cruel reality of death?
MCR sings a good message;
"We'll carry on though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on."
goodnight to all
`sc
Hello SC. My condolences to you. Take care. Redrum, amen.
good night soulconnector. such sad news.
redrum, how good to see you here -- and so eloquently, too!
hey there bc, you lurker. ;)
time for me to say my good nights. sleep well, all. dream happy.
Alright, time for me to sign off for the night and watch the remaining of the Sopranos. Goodnight and sweet dreams my little jar of Mayonaise. hope tomorrow will be a good day for you.
Goodnight SS, and thank you for stopping by again. Take care. Goodnight Family, lurkers, whoever else.
Lol.Goodnight and sweet dreams squeak squeak. And thank you for the awesome chapter :)
Hi TJ and BC, soulconnector and redrum, lurkers and anyone I forgot,
I agree with all of you about the positive community spirit in this place. It's why I am here. Also I feel that clarity of inspiration and also a sense of support in the company of so many creative people.
Also:
Very
Intelligent
Lovelies
Everywhere
At least I hope that's what vile means ;)
Oops
It took me so long to catch up that I missed everyone :(
But for those who were here earlier, I very much enjoyed reading the poetry passages. It was worth the time to savor the richness of those words.
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