Re: Boxing Day
Time Bider
But I'm not sure what your post was about. It's hard to respond to any
part of it without feeling like I'm neglecting something else that's
more important.
So all I can say is, wishing you the best.
It's good to see someone other than the incoherent wackjobs posting
today.
Miki
Time Bider
>
> You mentioned in another post that you and your brother saw a movie
> this week. What did you see? Any recommendations?
My brother and I saw a movie called _The Road_. It's the story of a
widowed man and his 10-year-old son walking through a post-apocalyptic
United States to reach the west coast. It's a good movie but really
depressing because it's so bleak and realistic about survival in a
post-apocalyptic world that leaves some people alive. All the
vegetation is dead, all the animals have starved to death, everything
is wreckage and garbage, people are armed and distrustful and hostile.
There are marauding gangs that have banded together for survival and
people who practise cannibalism. The good part is that it stars Viggo
Mortensen in a role more serious than that of Aragorn. :-) I wouldn't
spend movie theatre money on this movie again because there's really
nothing in it that requires the big screen experience, but if you have
a DVD player you can rent it when it comes out on video. Careful, tho:
It's really a horror story disguised as a drama.
Regarding the other stuff you said in your soon-to-be-deleted post:
I'm really sorry this stuff is happening to you. Hopefully you can
make it on your own.
Miki
Gelly
sadness, even elation, whatever -- as passions.... and know in my
higher mind that they're like a tempting game of tug of war... I try
to keep myself aware that I can just drop the rope at any time and
refuse to play. Not to say that the rope should be denied or repressed
totally... it would be impossible, because the passions are part of
the world and living.
So, maybe just think of dropping the rope and not playing, or what I
try to do is practice mentally picking it up and playing, or dropping
it, at will, and practice having the power to do that.
Mental kung fu tricks. There are other visualizations, like imagining
getting more and more stuck in a mess of crazy glue, or a chinese
finger trap, remember those? The trick to get out is to relax and not
struggle with the thing.
Easier said than done sometimes of course.
The tug of war thing has helped me especially when it's an issue
involving another person or people and strong negative or positive
feelings about them.
I liked your writing.
Gelly
And there's more... the ability to take those strong feelings and turn
around and channel them into something useful/productive/creative
etc.
Pierre
in-laws' place. i was paranoid against my in-laws and i left hurriedly
with my rather puzzled wife and our almost 4 month old daughter. it
seemed at the time that my in-laws' place was so messy, dirty and
unkempt and my in-laws were being such unthinking morons. i get
episodes like this once a while but this is the first time it has
invloved my better half's family.
On Dec 27, 1:38 am, Ha Spheric Zion <z...@harsh.epic.com> wrote:
> i've been hurt so deeply in the past that i dont even want to
> believe in love anymore
>
> and yet...
>
> here i am wanting, wishing that i could feel that--that feeling,
> that floating, crazy feeling that you feel when you're in love.
>
> everything is ephemeral.
>
> did you know that plants have feelings? i have a list that i cut
> out of a magazine many years ago. it's called, "10 Ways to Look and
> Feel Younger." and No. 7 on that list is, "Try to learn something
> new every day." and that little tidbit about plants having feelings
> is my something new for today.
>
> my lava lamp keeps pulling my attention away from the movie.
>
> i know a fifteen year old brazilian girl who likes to yell out
> "Penis!" in public places.
>
> speaking of youth, i confess to sincerely enjoying miley cyrus'
> song, "the climb."
>
> for a brief time in the 70s i wore my hair in a ridiculously high
> afro. it stuck out about 12 inches off my head. i mean, it was
> insanely high. and now i'm bald.
>
> i have thought about homicide and/or suicide in the past week.
>
> days like yesterday, where the sky was dark, the air was cold, and
> sleet was falling--those are the winter days i like best.
>
> when i was in my twenties, i had sex with another man. i have to
> admit that the first time i sucked a guy's cock it was pretty cool.
>
> for a time in my early forties, i used to drink too much, sing
> karaoke, and fuck fat girls.
>
> i can jump rope for half an hour without stopping. of course, i'm
> soaked with sweat at the end.
>
> i wish i could erase you from my life as easily as i can erase these
> thoughts off the screen.
>
> kismet? fate? do you believe?
>
> every relationship has a beginning, a middle, and an end. every
> single one.
>
> if i instructed you to take two aspirin and kill me in the morning
> would you do it?
>
> hypnotic violence--gelly used that phrase i believe. and she got it
> dead on. because that level of violence is rather hypnotic. no
> matter how much i push, rarely a day goes by that i'm not haunted by
> my misspent military youth. shit like that tends to stay with a
> man.
>
> every time i catch myself wanting to fuck mary claire, i remind
> myself that her husband thinks she's a cold-hearted bitch. no
> matter how good the pussy, marrying them is a price that's just too
> high.
>
> my friend angela was married for twenty years and confessed (while
> drunk) that she's never had her ass licked. she's very pretty. i
> should lick her ass. after all, every woman should have her ass
> licked at least once in life. the pretty ones anyway....
>
> i am not a nice man. even though i do nice things for people, i am
> not a nice man. no daughter would ever want to bring me home to
> meet her parents. not a sane girl, anyway.
>
> they say when life knocks you down, you stand up, shake the dust
> off, and get on with your life. schizophrenia is a way of life.
> schizophrenia is my way of life. standing up doesn't even make
> sense. for that matter, neither does the knocking down part. there
> is no up or down. there just IS.
>
> i'm in the mood for fresh guacamole, sour cream, and corn chips.
>
> notes from latest intake report: mr. zion suffers episodes of
> sub-psychotic rage, denies suicidality, denies hearing voices,
> claims to be current on medications, drug screen nfi, recommend
> mandatory hold pending eval.
>
> guy ritchie's take on sherlock holmes was a disappointment. perhaps
> i should have seen avatar instead.
>
> in the interest of full disclosure, mrs. zion, the one who maintains
> that she doesn't love me anymore, is a psychiatrist.
>
> she recently discovered my dalliances with a youthful filipino girl
> named danica. danica, in full possession of a glorious pussy,
> delicious ass, and talented mouth satisfies my carnal desires in a
> way that mrs. zion no longer does. and danica takes no umbrage at
> receiving my gifts of cash and clothing the way most whores do.
> plus, as a positive,danica never presses me to talk about my
> feelings or get in touch with my feminine side.
>
> we live in a candy-coated world where all the bad things always
> happen somewhere else. except that it doesn't always work that way.
> and when our world turns to shit we freak the fuck out. i am sick
> and tired of this charade.
>
> i've got some anger issues. think i'll make a cup of tea.