Note to all stupid wannabe feminists out there:

All this girl had to do was cook me a few awesome meals (black bean dip with fried plantains, hello?) and give her beautiful ass to me after 2 dates and I proposed.

Said ass was tight, wet, a superior pussy in every way, and I'm in love. I came twice and didn't even know it.

See you losers on the far side. :tup:

BTW: I hear African rhythms are the new hottest thing in black metal. Get on it.

As many of you know (secret friends) I earn 100k+ as a psychiatrist/grief counselor (WTF? where does his music come from?), yeah...fuck you all...

Yeah, all good things must come to an end!

Blessed are we who drown ourselves in the bitter source from which all life first sprang.

It's damn bitter, btw.

But you think, then, of the effluvia of tree roots, cobra venom, the tang of the hunt on the hills, sap flowing from your freshcut spear, briars choking your every step, there is something pure there, if only in pain...

Hey: I'm watching all three CE MWNN SL Westerns tonight with a bottle of MM. Hope some of you'll join me, if only in spirit. And somewhere a gigantic Hana vagina weeps into white bed clothes, freshly bleached, alone...crying out for seed like a decrepit lighthouse in the GOM slowly winding down, powered only by stray hermit crab guts...good luck!

We fucking die alone, sweet/acid folds, fuck you.

When I hit Helene's gag spot a spun sugar Eiffel Tower crusted out of her forehead. 'Nuff said.

Gold leaf and champagne? Ugh, I wish adults could simply play...

The central project of the internet was to share ideas and have fun, to play. We've forgotten that. It's a shame.

Edit...And I should add this:

Although it IS fun to sublimate one's grief and frustration and move the angst into a vehicle of simulated expression which seems to temporarily alleviate the problems of reality, mostly by pretend interaction with (let's admit it) simulations, in turn, of other people, other potential selves, the resulting social interaction is detrimental for all if not moved almost immediately into the real world. But it's that frustrated ever-becoming and lack of responsibility for others' emotions which, I'm convinced, ultimately becomes addictive. The end result: negativity...social, personal, psychological.

And then one gets addicted to the negativity also.

Ultimately one just wants to unplug all the way and breathe fresh air. I wish this still was a viable option in the world...but one sees how the internet has completely wormed its way into every aspect of our lives. To do without is to feel an absence instead of gaining something immeasurably larger. It's that instinct to experience, capture, seize, and return to the hive mind that I abhor. I fear that we've turned a corner, all of us, and we can no longer go back to that personal freedom, that silence... There are now too many voices.

-Umesh Amtey
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Leave your mind open, receptive to the demons message.