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ponderings, musings, filth, smut, love ... romance, ruminations, redundancy! ... a tribute to Master, a refuge for His baby girl.
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Criticism Warranted !!
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Nov 10, 2006 10:41 am
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Oh God, PLEASE SAY IT ISN'T SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The invasion has begun!
i'm quite certain there is a 98% chance that a comment i just posted will be deleted, but not because of censorship for a change.
This time it will be a matter of dictatorship. Then again, i'm optimistic -- anticipate the best but plan for the worst. i just read a post that had me about throw up. If my comment gets deleted, then i'll know for sure that the effort is futile.
i love intellects so long as they are open-minded. i'll even tolerate bigots IF their prejudice is formed through ignorance (and they quick turn it around once educated! ). But i cannot fathom that if you post something and you get a negative reaction to it that that isn't somehow better than nothing. If all disagreement is erased, then you'll know you've entered a Totalitarian society.
Now -- as to the blog -- redhorizon1000 -- its the one called, "Age Play: Sensual or Just Plain Creepy". More than insensed as in CREEPED OUT by the adamence and seriousness of his belief, i'm just plain sad. What has the world come to?
Here is my comment for whatever its worth.
Dear redhorizon, this slave is sorry to have to say it but she sure finds this post repulsive. Its entire tone is that of school-marm lecturing and this slave just finds that self-righteous authority is worse than whatever scenario YOU PERSONALLY find offensive.
i mean, really -- i mean not to give you a hard time but for the idea of engaging in a "healthy" debate -- hopefully you won't delete my comment ~wink~ -- i just happen to disagree totally with your assessment. i am hypersensitive to anyone preaching to be the judge AND the jury and God. Who determines that CERTAIN age play is not okay but -play IS okay or ... if my slave sister wants to draw pictures with crayons all over my body, does that mean i'm unhealthy? WHO on earth has the right to tell ANYONE what is "proper" and improper with regard to ANY FETISH AT ALL?!
Good God -- i abhor anyone who abuses a child but does that mean there aren't arousing aspects to Daddy/little girl SCENARIOS -- for adults -- yes, yes, FOR CONSENTING ADULTS? Politically correct is an imposition as is self-important authority. If i want crayons in the dungeon, darnit, and Master allows crayons in the dungeon, darnit, then i don't want anyone telling me otherwise!!
Wow -- i really can't imagine a Dominant (nor a submissive for that matter) espousing such close-mindedness!
By the way, i've heard a little rumor going around that your handle is not an "approved" handle according to the Judge/Jury/God assembly of one.
Kind regards all the same,
slave2bholed, property of Master Knite4u.
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IRK Nation and Internal Enslavement 24/7
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Nov 10, 2006 6:06 am
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Wow do i get irked when i read a post and get all hopped up thinking, wow, this is a REAL slave. i mean, she's even referring to herself as, "it". "It was stripped and bound and put in the car trunk for Sir to then drive to a remote wooded area where He removed it and then beat it."
i read with intrigue, half frightened, half aroused, and then i went to check out the actual profile of this sub-culture icon and had to then get subjected to a briefing on HOW the chick wants to be handled. Instant turn-off. For me, anyway. i'm insulted by it.
Oh how it tires me to read the many opinions on WHY 24/7 is NOT possible instead of how it IS possible.
Good God, here i am ... navigating through convention and convention has not been so kind to me. The family that raised me -- well, like everyone else's -- severe dysfunction! What a facade! Marriage -- that wrecked me. Glad i did it so that now i can say i did it and that was that. The best thing i ever did was turn my back on convention and create my own version. i think my convention is a sweet confection -- i love all those whom i've invited inside.
Today in my inbox, low and behold, a PR campaign email -- alt dot com is trying to regain its claim to being a BDSM site. What a crock of garbage. Big headline: "tops and bottoms and switches"! Ooooooooooooo! Kinky! Yeah, well, sorry, i'm a little miffed still about the hypocrisy. What gets published and what doesn't. Injustice infuriates me and i'll never accept it.
Okay, so i'm actually a little more than miffed -- i'm irked. When will LIVING the dream be recognized as worth something? Because its not so readily obtainable, is THAT why it is schluffed off and swept under the rug? Because its TOO much of a fairy tale to be real? Why is it that instead we have to see blogs espousing belittlement and cruel mockery? Don't they know that verbal humiliation is a whole lot different from verbal abuse? Yet abuse is okay because some of these "tops" are not Dominants, they're not even Sadists, they're hate-mongers! i thought "hate" was one of those banned topics here?
i understand it though. i understand the rationale behind the promotion. How can we appeal to the masses? If we make everything within everyone's reach, if we dilute the pure essences, we'll come up with artificial but then isn't an artificial extract a perfectly fine substitute to the unknowing? Who knows or really cares if real almond extract is in the marzipan -- as long as it tastes like marzipan, who cares?!
i'm not opposed to bottoming or topping as terms or ways of being, i just don't get why there isn't some reverence for religion? Its like the BDSM band-wagon has come to town and all Sacredness is now sacrilege!
All i know is that if i could tell one single little girl who dreams big that dreams do come true, fairy tales don't have to be relegated to role-play, i'd do it. i'd tell her to let her heart be the guide. Sure, it will get trashed sometimes but its worth the price to FEEL.
Let your libido do some coaching of the heart, of course, but if you think its NOT possible -- that no one can "own" a person, no one can find the structure of the "cage", no one can actually LIVE as a love-slave, well, its true -- it won't happen. Self fulfilled prophecies -- i believe in them. Fruition is never reached when you dismiss ultimate possibilities. Compartmentalizing is a necessary tool sometimes but allow it to rule you and you'll have pockets of joy, pockets of emptiness ... and one thing is for sure, bottoms will get to bottom and tops will get to top.
If you need more, if you crave the internal chains, just know that you can move about the planet gracefully and with little love hearts radiating from your every pore while being tethered to anOther. i navigate through convention still ... every single day ... i tip toe by all the debris on my spikey little pin-point heels ... i kick aside what i don't need anymore, i trample what intentionally tries to get in my way. And all the while, the pitter patter of my tiny barefeet allow me to feel the sand in my toes. i get to feel intimately the dirt in my backyard, the piss-soaked mud in my pig pen. i love it all. Its my chains. i'm chained to someOne Who has allowed me to be "it", "she", and "me". If i'm on the bottom, its a mystery to me because wow do i feel on top.
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A Phenomenon
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Nov 9, 2006 6:42 pm
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Could someone tell me what i'm doing wrong?
doctormega's i don't mind Total Views (11/1 - 11/9/06): 1809
Is it the poetry? The prose? The personality? The pulchritude? Popularity is a phenomenon i've yet to understand.
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SMOKIN' HOT !!
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Nov 9, 2006 6:33 pm
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i've got that SMOKEY BLACKENED SEX look about me right now! WOW how i LOVE it!! i left the gym with severely darkened coal smudged all around my eyes -- i heavied up on JUST the lids with a VERY DEEP chocolate so its an extra WARM sexy. i slinked on by all the sweaty ones in my skin tight pin-stripe skirt. i looked like the authority of evil, the seductress of sin! i LOVE provoking -- i love inciting slobber on their faces.
i did my kickboxing and what else is new? i'm up in the clouds with self-assuredness ... to the point that i think i'm going to rip to shreds ANYTHING and ANYONE that/who gets in my way! Watch out world! Watch out! The imp has grown horns!
Meanwhile, sure enough, that snippy little bee-atch (rhymes with witch) was in the locker room again glaring her evil eye. i decided that once and for all, i'd REALLY put her in her place. my sentiment? i had a great workout and NOW she'll pay for her cold shoulder! i took to undressing DIRECTLY in front of her so that my hairless cunt was a matter of SERIOUS FRONTAL exposure. i just wanted her to feel completely diminished SO THAT she would get down from herself. And what better way than to flaunt the fact that you know something that someone else doesn't?!
Gosh if ONLY this chick would stop being so full of herself! To see her climb down from her self-erected put-upon pedestal would mean martyrs would be destroyed and love and selflessness would prevail!
i know the joys of sexual liberation AND of being a most dependent slave and all the while, i'm so much stronger than this nasty thing who insists on looking DOWN at me. The more she condemns me, the more i want to throw it in her face. Pretty soon she'll see me with my BIG TITS bouncing out of my bra and pretty soon i'm going to have to put on some leather harness and a few labia clamps RIGHT before i gear up in my office attire. i just want to show this woman that the world does not revolve around hER and her crud.
Its like this -- we don't CARE if you think you are better than us! i want to talk to her in a very low steady voice -- i'll say, "now watch carefully and learn ... i'm little, i'm low, i'm the lowliest and WOW, check out what i know because i've discovered gold!"
my friend with the great body came into the locker room just as i FINALLY stopped flaunting my twat and she was ultra exuberant (like me) and she was royally high from her workout (like me) and we embraced a BIG WARM embrace, her boobs blasting my exposed pussy from prominence the second she entered the room.
All i could think was GREAT -- this is just great! THAT will show that woman! i have the best body in the gym hugging mine! AND we're FRIENDS. Friends? FRIENDLY? Ever heard of it? Its a pretty groovy way to be -- you might try it sometime!
This friendliness thing, or rather, lack of it, got to me but it got to me no more. i kicked it in the groin today. i got rid of it. i did what i had to do. Its a process. People become symbols. This woman represented my PAST but not the past i care to store. i got rid of it before it got rid of me.
Now as to that venomous look ... that darkened sexual deployment of arms ... that look in my eyes, that music in my car that meant i BECAME INDUSTRIAL, i BECAME METAL ------------------- i was hard and i was vicious and yet the edges were the SMOOTHEST curvatures, the most sumptuous folds. i had labia lips coming out of my ears. i was all sex and i sure do love sex. Does that mean i love me?
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Why would anyone WANT to be a DOM ?
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Nov 7, 2006 8:21 pm
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i have no idea why ANYONE would want to be a Mistress! Or a Master for that matter. Good God, i mean, really -- aside from the accolades, worship and devotion from a slave, WHY would anyone want SO MUCH WORK?!
i'm not cut out for it at all. Oh sure, i can inflict some delicious torment -- i can be quite the little Sadist. But that's only because i FEEL pain and i want to unleash it when i'm not busy using holistic principles of receiving it to counter it. AND i'm with a certain Sadistic aptitude because i'm coordinated like a good athlete. Cracking a whip is no different than some of my other precisions, namely, sinking a swoosh or popping a can. i LOVE the feeling of all-out strength and power -- ACCURACY -- i like to, in one CLEAN SMACK, show my stuff not so much to others as much as to myself.
Call it skill and circumstance. Screw pomp. That's me! ~wink~ i like to blow off the barrel and grin a satiated satisfaction -- i like knowing it comes naturally.
This morning, i raced all over the place to drop off slaves to make sure slaves were cared for during the day, to make sure slaves' needs were met. Today, all day, i tended to slaves and more slaves. i placated and appeased and i disciplined them all.
Do you have ANY idea how many slaves exist in this world? They're everywhere! Even slaves have slaves!
Take the example of the generic mother. Sure, she has little slaves she must nurture. She is mother and Mistress and most of the time she isn't Mistress enough! The kids end up Dom-ing the mother but that's her own fault. she is then not a slave to the slaves but a complete idiot creating little idiots.
Forget about mothers -- how about bosses? GOD, they are the WORST slaves. They sometimes don't even show appreciation for all you do for them!! Remember the trade off? Masters and Mistresses do all that work so that in turn, Their slaves WORSHIP Them. What boss worships the ones doing so much work to support them? And how many of that small lot are actually "devoted" to the worker-bees?!
Then you've got all the lower tier slaves. The other ones you keep and tend to. Their needs are incessant! Those slaves require CONSTANT hand holding ... they're clingy and needy and they whine alot. Some of them need a gag! Some run on and on like faucets, always repeating themselves, always with need, need, NEED. Some need a SEVERE BEATING just to get them to SHUT UP and stop needing for awhile! They're your household, your neighbors, your payees. They're your clients and your relatives ... and the cute girl who asks if you'll just buy at least one box of girl scout cookies.
Just when you think you've put away all the little slaves like tidy little ducks in a row, QUACK -- someone needs something. You no sooner get everyone and everything tucked into place, thinking you've done the best for them all, and wow -- such little ingrates! They're back to remind you ...
how much you are needed.
And gee, that's funny. Needed. i LOVE being needed. So why would i not love the sensation of a disciple NEEDING its Savior? Probably because being a Savior is alot of work and being a slave is so much easier.
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ENLARGEMENTS
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Nov 7, 2006 2:53 pm
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Some girls wish for diamond rings, some girls wish for just plain true love ... some girls wish for big gigantic jugs and have been wishin' it since puberty (even if then they only wished for Cs).
Master put it to me this way -- if you asked Men with average size cocks if They'd like to have bigger cocks, They'd all say, YES, unequivocally. If you asked a girl with average or small sized breasts if she'd like bigger breasts, you'd get a mix of answers. That's because women are with all sorts of higher level thinking and impressionable thinking which CAN all mean detrimental thinking!
Women are with too many counterpoints, concerns and contradictions. Too many voices, too many butt-inski.s. They hear their own calling but they hear the echo of all women, elders and naysayers and cheerleaders -- the ones espousing female rhetoric and the ones proclaiming female biology. And the others like me shouting of the joys of the gutter replete with degradation and humiliation! On top of their own calling and that of society's and history's, they've got several other voices! Yes! Can you imagine? They've got the heart and the conscience battling it out with their own personal desires and thank goodness for the head dishing out those personal defenses, taboot.
Men are basic. Women are complex. Why else do we seek simplicity and ease? You'll never find a Man Who would consider any ramifications -- societal, personal, or otherwise, when You talk about a bigger penis! You would NEVER, for instance, hear a Man say, "I don't BELIEVE in it." Yet for women, they wonder, does this make me shallow? Superficial? Aren't i loved for my insides, not my outsides?
Well, yes and no.
Who cares?
i have a big tit fetish and i'm gonna get me some (or rather, Master is gonna get Him some) and i have finally come to a place in life whereby i not only don't care about anyone else's opinion, i'm avoiding anyone who doesn't support me in EVERYTHING i do!
How's that for feminism? That's the ultimate women's-liberation declaration, no? ~wink~
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LOVE AT eight-hundred-ninety-FIRST SIGHT
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Nov 6, 2006 8:09 pm
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i'm so happy it came over me again. i had been on the wane. To all of my friends and new friends who commented on recent blogs, 891 thank Y/you.s and so much more -- i'm here with open tranquility again. Stupefied tranquility! i'm cured! i was kissed for the first time for the 891st time.
It fades fast though. Once Monday hits, it may as well be 365 days later. Monday to Tuesday is nothing compared to Sunday to Monday.
If only the 50s woman had had, instead of Valium, husbands with Viagra. It just cannot be denied. Primal use of a woman will allow her to vacuum in that sex-induced stupor that means doped up happy smiles. Or she will RACE to the grocery store, the garden, the farm, all so she can then concoct a gourmet feast of epic proportion to satiate her Man.
she'll either be driven with energy or spent from use. she'll know the delirium of purpose and true love. Ahh, true love ................................... oh how i LOVE being in love! Oh how i love being a vessel.
This weekend, i got to be Master's refuge. i got to lie there, face down, arms tied tight behind me as if locked in an arm-binder. It was extremely tight. Master ties His rope right to the point of cutting off circulation -- He takes it to the utmost point possible. And still, with all my orgasm bucking, i managed to loosen it some.
i got to wear my head-harness gag and God, NO ONE (but for Master maybe) knows how much i LOVE this. It is my favorite thing. The minute Master comes near me with it -- the very second i get a hint of it, my entire demeanor is whet with WETNESS.
i was nothing but an anal receptacle. i could write about it but i am drained. Drained from Monday and it not being Sunday again. Being drained as i was Sunday is bliss. Being drained from Monday makes missing Sunday all the harder.
Everything hit me in contrast.
Here i am.
Now, where do i go?
i need release to compensate for all the release i had while physically with Master! That is why sometimes He allows me to have an orgasm once i get home after a weekend. He knows that the transition is ............ MURDER! He didn't offer it and i can't ask and now -- NOW, i'm trying to write this but i'm --------------- write, baby girl, write. Focus.
When and how soon can i go back to Master pumping me as He did yesterday? How soon before my next cure? There i was ... face down ... bound ... Master came in and out of the room ... came in and out of my 2nd cunt ... He humped me so violently i thought He had become a feral dog ... He pushed my hips and then my back into the mattress -- just belted each thrust hard and fast into me and i left my body and ........................ Linda Blair-inism took over repeatedly ... i screamed my head off! ... my head must have turned 180 degrees because my whole body turned 180 degrees and then another 45 degrees and then again and again and ... ------------------ i had convulsed like a maniac -- even i wish i could have filmed it!
my hand hit my water bowl ... everything stopped.
Everything went silent.
my 2nd cunt. He used my 2nd cunt as if it was a cheap whore's vagina. As if it was SEVERAL cheap whores' vaginas. Believe it or not, i felt proud that my tight, compact little petiteness could handle it. i wish the world could have seen it -- witnessed it -- i felt special! i never asked for mercy even when it felt that i was ripped in two. That's because i let go and transitioned ... soon it was a slop bucket ... soon i was the wettest cunt in the world. An anal cavity was no different from a moist fleshy pussy.
i could swear my tongue was hanging out like i had just been pummeled! i was the rag doll i might have later carried in to my doggy bed (if not for the fact i have a big pink bunny instead) when all i wanted to do was curl up smiling a peaceful smile while resting at Master's feet.
And then it began again ...
Master then using my hole to masturbate. One minute use, the next refuge.
Over and over, He gave me my present. Use.
Then He took His. Masturbation. my sore back hole being the jack-off device.
And although that is to use me, too, it is entirely different. One is use to FEEL like use -- the other is use to feel like love. When Master uses me simply to get off, when He pumps one of my holes in ways that mean i feel Him rubbing the head of His cock on a ridge or creating a friction that then segues to a different friction, then i know He is getting off. Then i know He is truly doing everything for His own pleasure. When i can give Him that, i am everything.
Oh i could tell you that that is all -- sure i could -- but would you believe me, too, if i told you that i also impressed Master with my geography prowess? That He was entertained by His baby for being with a few trick questions up her sleeve? That she knew EXACTLY the answer that Liberia is right next to the Ivory Coast in the NW of Africa? Liberia, people, Liberia -- not Libya. (Just don't ask her about science or history or that dreaded word, "land masses" -- do you mean island or mainland?) That W/we sang songs together until the cocks cock-a-doodle-doo-ed? That the neighborhood bistro meant that baby got to cuddle while Master covertly hiked up her pretty dress to reveal her pussy to the waiter and anyone else who might happen to pass by our cozy table?
That Master bought her a new dress Sunday and allowed her to wear sneakers rather than heels to brunch? That He allowed her a glass of water when she was dying of thirst while her doggy bowl sat waiting ... her litter box sat saturated from her mad thirst crazed need all weekend long?
Master indulged her in so many ways, but best of all, He confided in her. When He took refuge in her, she felt like Man's best friend.
Its Monday.
PLEASE, baby girl, don't lose sight of Sunday! Nor Saturday. Nor Day 891. Nor all the days that add up to equal 891. Nor the days to multiply, those yet to come.
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PUMPING
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Nov 3, 2006 9:02 pm
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Its beating to the point of pumping. Its deep, oh baby, its deep.
i need to dance.
i'll make a video!
i'll show 'em what i have!
i'll dedicate it to posterity!
i'll tattoo it in your belly and carve it in your arm.
i'm feeling so primal, so enraged, so FURIOUS, ............. i need release.
i need release.
i'm going to tear someone's head off! That sounds bizarre but i am in a dire way. i'm getting better but i'm getting worse. i need reasons to write about my cage for a certain someone. i need to deliver. i need to be set free, i need to touch the ozone.
i'm singing.
i'm crazy -- CRAZY. i'm corresponding with myself! i'm on the internet talking to myself!
i'm sinking while i get ready to soar ......................... i'm HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you see me?? i'm HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i can dip right now ... right into that pot of liquid ... i can solidify THROUGH my liquidation. Please liquidate me. PLEASE? Make me fluid, please? This static is killing me! PUMP me, please let me please You, allow me to LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Whose baby would you be? Madonna's or Angelina's?
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Nov 2, 2006 7:54 pm
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Or Brad's?
Brad's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~wink~
Okay, so here is the question, ................ think about it! Here you are this sweet 'lil babe orphan in swaddling clothes from a Third World Nation. Who do you want to be your mommy?
Madonna?
Well, i'd definitely like the discipline. i'd like that she'd get my cute receptive bottom into the gym and the dance studio every single day and wow, would i be KILLER then!
i would look up to her because she has that command i like and she is patronizing with her dancers and staff -- i'd like her to dote and demand upon me that way.
And i do know that people who talk a big talk tend to have serious vulnerabilities. She has publicly admitted insecurities so that is appealing because even when she did admit weakness, she still remained a power house.
Angelina?
Well, i don't know about mother but LOVER, YES -- ANGELINA ALL THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The thing about Angelina is that unlike Madonna, she has SERIOUS personal power. She is confident and doesn't give a fig about image or media (or does she and she's that good at seeming unconcerned and effortless in her talent and savior fare?). She is like Brigitte Bardot, another Goddess -- they are perfectly fine to disappear after fame or do as they like, all to convene w/ children or animals or nature. They'd just as soon go barefoot as stiletto-ed.
As to the Fathers ...
Guy Ritchie?
Well, He is not known by ONE name like the rest of the crew. That makes Him interesting -- He's less of a celebrity. He is an independent film-maker. That i like.
Never mind Him, let's move on.
Brad?
GREAT! Here again, father, yeah, well, ... lover? OKAY! i just hope He starts taking command of Angelina. i just hope He starts employing some of that Billy Bob Thornton Dominance. Angelina was swooning then! i cannot bear to see Brad as a follower. Let them at least BOTH be Dominants! She can go either way, but please, PLEASE, don't shatter O/our illusion nor poor Brad's career by letting Him be seen as a wimp! Think: Troy!! You cannot do this to this Man! You cannot turn Troy into Tinkerbell!! Its not right! Not fair!!
~~~ + ~~~
Its really a toss up. Madonna or Angelina? i like them both. Father? Master! And hopefully Master will invite them all to TAKE CARE of His little girl (if you get what i mean ha ha ha).
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SQUASH and warfare
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Nov 2, 2006 5:28 am
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The squash is in the oven. (Oh if only it were those delicious fried squash blossoms in Florence instead!) 8am. i'll bring it to work. NO MORE OF THIS RUT, THIS NONSENSE, THIS FEELING SORRY FOR mYSELF!
That is the great thing about a hibernation -- eventually you HAVE to come out.
i can't wait to get this crud lethargy out of my system. i have missed the gym for almost two weeks! That is unheard of for me! It is my sanity and my strength and now here i've gone and let it crumble and consume me.
Its something emotional. i thought about how much i craved a poppy seed bagel yesterday. How i've been with this sick attitude of ... "well, i missed the gym 3 days, so, eh, what's 4?" Its like the girls with eating problems, "well, i ate 1 bagel, so, eh, what's another ... and another ... and another?".
Feeling weak or downtrodden is MISERABLE and all i want is my other self back. There is no place to go but up once you've reached the bottom. If you get a big shovel of dirt thrown in your face EVEN after you've hit bottom, well, sometimes that is the catalyst to make you come back up INFLATED and ready to BLAST OFF.
Yesterday, i received a letter from a well-intended old family friend. The problem is, she was insensitive OR oblivious OR goading me for a reaction. i like NONE of it. She made the mistake of complimenting one of my enemies. That is about the worst thing you can do to someone who just confided in you about a serious injury from said enemy. She basically poured salt into a wound or abandoned me. You don't go buddying up with someone's enemy unless you want to join the other side.
Its divisive and its mean AND it usually results in making a person seem delusional -- you'd read this letter and say, but little girl, what's wrong with the letter?, its a very nice letter. But i'm smarter than that. i read motivation under words and you just simply don't go telling the abused that the abuser is a very nice person (and you especially don't say that they are very good looking! -- ugly people are NOT good looking! ).
So, i cried. i did not fall apart. The tears were basically fuel. i am going to KICK OUT of my life once and for all ANYONE who doesn't know how to support a friend. Boom, squash, EJECT. Gone!
Master sent me a wonderful quote the other day. It is from Tzun Shu & the Art of War.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
What a perfect statement!
Now i have a new one.
The friend of my enemy is my enemy.
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