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AC_Wright 58F
83 posts
8/27/2014 11:52 am
Idle Hands...


Time to do the devils work.

This bit ends with a very nice Italian song.

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I'm so blocked it isn't funny. i'm scared to sit down to write anything. I'm scared of not writing and scared of what would come out if I did write.

Rocks and hard places: I guess we'll be back to the fifteen-minute exercise soon. I remember I keep paper and a whole tool-roll of fine Japanese gel pens in here somewhere. No. Not somewhere—"somewhere" sounds good in the rhythm of the sentence but it's a lie. Not "somewhere": three feet to my left in a brown plether roll with a doubled length of green parachute cord holding it closed.

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While hanging out here and not writing, I scrolled down just to give my fingers something to do and saw a message from a woman in California whose status message was essentially, "Grow up and stop showing me your dick pics!" Men responded.

I think I'll call them "The Three Little Pigs."

One responded with a dick pic and a hearty "Hahahah" demonstrating his masculine power I guess. It had to be masculine power, by showing you're so stupid that not only are you alienating one woman but showing all the rest that your soul is made of dogsh*t has got to involve masculinity—smelly hairiness at its worst: it's certainly stupid enough.

The second classics major made a comment: showing women dick pics is perfectly valid: after all, men ask women to "see their fuckholes" all the time here—proving conclusively that they need to guard the exits in front of kindergartens. Stunning to see LP2 man surpass LP1 so thoroughly so quickly.

Number three was almost worthy of sympathy. He had a picture of himself in a military uniform. He gave his age as sixty. He called the woman "another man-hater" and oh, oh, OH! Was that ever a jaw-dropper, oh, oh, OH!! was that ever a gob-smacker of an invitation to sit in a corner shake your head and wonder how a man can have the living audacity to call women names while sporting a thatch of snow-white pubic hair.

Oh,oh, OH!! The messages I hold back sometimes:

HIs was: There are women who will diapers and load them while you watch. There are women who will smear themselves with poo and smile. There are women who will beg a man to choke them...choke them harder. There are women who will do almost anything but I'll bet you two fingers off of my good left hand there isn't a woman here who doesn't break mirrors who is interested in the snowy merkin under your wrinkled paunch: I'll bet there isn't one who would touch you for all the money in the world, Dad."

I gave up on the thought of tormenting grandpa when I realized that, instead of writing, I was thinking of the best way to put, "save time and hang yourself" into the Tanka format.

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I looked at my home page's references to others blogs and spotted something written by a man here. I opened it and skimmed:

Blah, blah, blah... I want a woman. I want a woman to... I want a woman to...blah, blah, blah and then I....blah, blah, blah...and then I make her smell my fingers that have been in her ass and then I fuck her blah, blah, BLAH!!

There was an accompanying photo: him sitting naked on the floor with his legs spread wide for unimpressive reasons.

Sometime within the last six months, as part of his ongoing feud with Donald Trump, Bill Maher flashed a photo of a gorilla cheerfully mouthing a giant double handful of the brown and related it to Trump. "

It would appear that that photo has multiple uses.

Moving on!

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There is beauty in the world. Such beauty. There are things in the world that draw the borders of the sublime.

If you look on youtube and search for "Supermarket opera" you can watch an English crowd be punked in a flash crowd rendition of funiculi funicula.

It starts with one man who looks like some sort of traffic worker in a reflective vest who begins the song and then other people, all quite professional opera singers, in the crowd take it up. A blonde in an apron stops arranging jam jars and sings. A plump young figure of a woman in another apron holds a three foot long fish in front of her and looks the customers in the eye, daring them to laugh at the funniest thing they've seen in years.

It just builds.

"Jamme, jamme 'ncoppa, jamme jà,
Jamme, jamme 'ncoppa, jamme jà,
funiculì, funiculà!
funiculì, funiculà!
'ncoppa, jamme jà,
funiculì, funiculà!"

I have to learn that song.

Pure beauty.

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Have a good day if you deserve one.

Schrille Schlampen aller Länder, vereinigt euch! Ihr habt nichts zu verlieren als euren Kontakt mit Versagern!



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