interesting, is this for real?†
Laura Beth wrote:
Assdrain wrote :
So What ?
you're not now claiming to be a genius are you ?
if I found the quotation.....any idiot could.
Beth writes :
I am merely pointing out stolen words from other ppl work . Now who is the idiot ? Nothing about you is authentic . Just a trail of words to con women here the same shite for the last 4 yrs .
Assdrain Devine wrote :
Beth writes :
Assdrain , the women you have abused here is not a yawn! You have done abuse to so many here. My female friends Twinkles and Short b , you tried to destroy they're lives . CallIng they're work , they're husbands , they're husbands job. You are one disgusting old man preying on vulnerable or sucker women here. I hope you go to jail for all your abuse you bestow on good women here .
Dude you are even Bi and do this same old crap to Men. You are one sick troll that belongs in jail .
Since: Oct 12
#4736 Dec 7, 2012
#4737 Dec 8, 2012
Trish, I have no idea what your rant to me is about....it is apparent to me that there is something lost in translation here, most of my response to you in the above reply was intended in verse, in a subliminal message.....and was never intended to hurt or discourage you in any way.......in fact it seems to have had the opposite effect and now seems inadequate to produce conscious awareness, but able to evoke a response that gives the impression that I might have bee trying to denegrate you.....I Was Not trying to "slap you about" !
About the word "sneer"......I now admit it was wrong
When used the way it was used,it was not inted to hurt you, but it was also taken out of context.....the intent was to describe a facial expression of scorn or contempt, typically with the upper lip curled, for those of my maligners who take great pleasure in spreading vicious lies about me......I'm sorry if you have taken offence, it was very careless the way I have used it.......please accept my appology.....however I do not detract from using the same descriptive adjective in describing my contempt for that evil bitch.
#4738 Dec 8, 2012
Apparently being vindictive doesn't win people over.
Maybe I should have included how you suffered, that might win some sympathy, but most look for being inspired and those that have had no success being vindictive will not be.
Only feelings of survival and showing worth beyond the wicked really inspires, so I ask myself do I want to stay angry or do i want to feel better or say joy.
The only way about this is by not doing something that would make me and all who you come in contact with find contentment, it doesn't have to be pleasant, just agreeable.
The toughest part is, you all have to agree truthfully as well......
“Just a lil' humor there.....”
Since: Sep 12
OR NOT .... <[;-)
#4739 Dec 8, 2012
I just barely finished reading through that whole mess and was once again surprised to find you here when I was finished. I admit I do struggle at times with my comprehension of compiled words. I've said before I really need to consentrate on what you write, so I do understand it. Some of the words you use are not in my dictionary and quite frankly I don't always like to have to use a dictionary.
I appreciate that you were not intending to bite me and that you did infact notice it was the word sneer vs smile that had me twisted a bit.
My apogies to you as well.
#4740 Dec 8, 2012
If we do live again, recycled souls
trying to find our way to perfection,
shall we plan to meet next life,
try it out with me as the man?
You donít seem to know how
to use the power youíve been given,
not in a useful way, that is -
women donít need only penetration;
the tenderness is as vital as the thrust
and when you use your height and width
for us to lay upon, you tend to use your anger
as a weapon, lewd humor at our expense,
cutting deeply through uncharted
laces in our souls, leaving virgin hearts
bleeding upon your bed.
you echo my "I love you" blandly,
like a piece of gum that has no taste
or a language you have just begun to learn
but itís too late for me to take mine back,
too late to regain the balance that made me
fall for you, my frozen friend, while your eyes
still scoured the edges of low cut blouses.
you be the woman next time,
see if you can do better.
“Just a lil' humor there.....”
Since: Sep 12
OR NOT .... <[;-)
#4741 Dec 8, 2012
juggheaD asked the question so many of us wonder as well. You've got a bad rap and reputation around here and I may not be the only one that misunderstands your intent. Take care.
As for the icons - I wasn't set out to be mean to you and I hope you appreciate and believe that.
#4742 Dec 8, 2012
I got your back baby......thank you !
(now would be a good time to post your e-mail address in your profile Q & A .....just leave it ther for 5 minutes)
#4743 Dec 8, 2012
For festive fornication give me wine,
apart from which all I require now
is holding both your melon breasts in mine,
and time, at least as much as you'll allow.
Strait is the gait for sinners but for lovers
it's wide, but if you want me to be frisky,
lie patiently for me between your covers
until I've fortified myself with whisky,
plus some Cialis to make sure I donít
end up this evening with a beg-your-pardon,
in case precautions such as these ones wonít,
despite your wine and breasts, cause me to harden.
Lie patiently, I said, but tell the truth,
I want to hear the magic words, I love you,
Then pull on me as dentists do a tooth
to fill your cavity when Iím above you.
#4744 Dec 8, 2012
Never found in good poems.
Can you believe it?
Are they vile?
Can I show a metre,
furnished so people might see
Fully engaging notations,
and oh now bestowed free?
Rumpus or fracas feel all too manifest.
But is bluster?
or scramble, outbreak?
Darn! I neglected cluster!
I wonder bacchanal
and certainly upsetting,
but frankly ought I
- blurt meanings so -
abstracts fetched with equations spry?
Really selfish and nasty.
But also hellish and musty.
temporary loss of consciousness
french licence in economics
under a contract basis
error of measurement
was sternly condemned
by the mosaic law
in sensual pleasure
debauching, squandering, wasting
#4745 Dec 8, 2012
but I always
So many sluts out there,
so need to cover your erection.
Diseases, blocked by a trojan,
sneak into the unbreakable wall.
I am a black stallion,
ride me if you dare.
Full of flare,
I heard you were asking,
yes I am free for you.
Let us dine tonight,
talk about our baggage,
I can handle it.
grab the bong,
build are appetite,
I hope you don't do desert
on the first date.
Delicious if you make
Magnificent, the chase,
but I do not run,
I take my time,
still searching for
so hard to find.
Maybe my standards,
are too high in my mind.
Forget the past,
it is behind you-- doggy style.
Forget the future,
it is always changing,
so we go on with our bedding,
as long as our minds
When I get inside,
no one else will cross the gate,
plow the meadow.
You do not know,
how deep I go,
how deep I am,
I make love,
I make passion.
This is not just fornication.
#4746 Dec 8, 2012
Your lips are not the bright red of apples;
they flush coral pink against your pale skin.
I want to tangle in your hair like smoke
that rises, and linger like pocket change
you jostle-jingle against your hip. You
just stand there backlit by the summer moon
bulging bronzely above. A gibbous moon
casting black shadows on bright red apples
you have arranged for a late-night feast. You
are unaware. How the scent of your skin
makes my mouth water! There's a subtle change;
stubble bristles on my jaw, dark as smoke.
You say you'll be back after a brief smoke,
the sliding door's glass glints under the moon,
and you step into the night sky. The change
proceeds. I am not hungry for apples;
but peel one with a knife, spiraling skin.
You slide in with the wind whistling. And you
have no clue how much I want to bite you,
claw you, throw you to the floor, sweat and smoke
scentingótintingóthe paleness of your skin.
I grin. My teeth gleam whitely in the moon-
light. I toss you one of the red apples.
You bite. Juice runs down your chin. And the change
takes hold. I lunge at you, howling. Can't change
my direction and don't want to. It's you
I hunger for. We knock over apples
as we fall to floor. Your hair is smoke
and clouds around your face. The summer moon
shines an argent beacon on your pale skin.
You claw back, red lines rise on my bronze skin,
clothing falls slow like leaves when autumn's change
transforms green to gold beneath harvest moon.
You are slick with sweat and desire. You
burn with such brightness I can see the smoke.
Your cheeks flush red as forgotten apples.
Forbidden apples don't tempt like your skin.
It's you who transform and bring on the change.
If I am a werewolf, you are the moon.
#4747 Dec 8, 2012
The point of life is there is no real point of life. Nearly every possible answer to that question can be refuted with reasonable ease.
Many people say the point of life is happiness. But happiness is such a fleeting thing. Why live solely to be happy?
Happiness is only an emotion. And what makes one happy constantly changes as well. Happiness is only a human concept. Take other animals for example. Why do they live? It is highly doubtful that they are motivated by happiness.
Others say that the point of life is life itself. But there is hardly any point to living in itself. We grow up, reproduce and live out our lives. Our children grow up, reproduce and live out their lives.
The cycle continues pretty much interminably. What exactly is the point of this endless cycle? Do we need to proliferate ourselves over the four corners of the Earth?
Probably not. Many would speculate that the world could do better without us.
The list continues. Let's take a look at why animals live. It seems reasonably apparent that they are motivated by instinct to survive. It is programmed into them. Is it not possible that the same "programming" still runs strong in humans?
Perhaps. It seems that there is, in fact, no point of life. However, I think I'll keep living because I see no point in ending my life as well. Perhaps that's why we live.
There's no point in not living. Ah, the wondrous joy of the paradox!
#4748 Dec 8, 2012
Polyamoury is an incredibly difficult thing to pull off. It's also extremely rewarding when you do.
Consider: One must cope with all the normal tensions that a relationship puts upon two people, as well as all the tensions that the outside world (or living within it) puts upon a relationship. Then consider those tensions multiplied by the number of partners that one has.
Further, consider the additional tensions caused by the relationship between one's various partners, and the demands for time that each partner makes of one. Consider the time that it takes to truly get to know each partner. Already, it begins to look a bit more difficult than a monogamous relationship.
Finally, consider the inevitable jealousy and resentment that arise in a multiple-partner relationship. No matter that they are dealt with over time; until they are completely dealt with, they add stress to the overall relationship.
Scared yet? Well, it isn't all bad.
Temper those stresses with the joy and fulfillment of finding someone to love, multiplied by the number of partners that one has. Then add in the relationships that (hopefully) develop between one's various partners.
Finally, add the wonder and joy of living one's chosen lifestyle as I have. With luck, when you solve this equation, the value will come out highly positive.
It's hard work. Some of the hardest you'll ever do. But in the end, if you can make it work, it's wonderful.
#4749 Dec 8, 2012
I lay spooned into you on your bed. Your left arm across my belly while your right cradles the phone to your ear as you listen to your man. I am comfortable and warm, enjoying your closeness, and the feel of your desire.
I make a joke about how you are careful to not touch my breasts and you tell him you're awkward with girls. He responds and I feel your hand move to cup my breast. My heart beats faster and my breaths quicken. You are holding me, and he... somehow he is a part of it. He tells you more and I feel your hand squeeze and move. A little moan escapes me.
You know what you have done. You know what you have started. You tell him how you're turning me on, how you're going to let him go now so that you can finish what you've started.
This is polyamory to me. It is sharing me, and sharing you. It is being loved and loving and not limiting the size or shape of that love. It isn't about sex. It isn't about having someone to fuck. it is polyamory, amore, love. We may grow to four, or maybe to more, and some will wish they had what we have while others fear or decry it.
We may find ourselves in pairs, We may find ourselves in triads. We may find ourselves in combinations we never expected with men and women. We may not all be in love with each other, but as long as we love each other and share openly of our hearts and each other we will have something beautiful.
Love shared, really, really, shared, multiplies and does not divide. when one partner spends time with another you are happy, because they love each other and they make each other happy and we all like to see the ones we love be happy.
#4750 Dec 8, 2012
"I LIKE MY WOMEN,THE WAY
I LIKE MY COFFEE........
Noir comme le diable,
Black as the devil,
chaud comme l'enfer,
hot as hell,
pur comme un ange,
pure as an angel,
doux comme l'amour."
sweet as love.
#4751 Dec 8, 2012
Thick paper, creamy and smooth like old china.
Soft shadows, graphite shapes and curves already dress the surface.
The brush sweeps in simple forms, rough hewn black bass notes.
The rhythm and balance of space holds its truth in anticipation,
waiting for the story to wrap its personality to the page.
A simple sequence of panels emerges:
A dark landscape, the patient crosshatching of lawn
weaves through the foreground. The sky is softer, cloudy
perhaps a storm, but with sunlight escaping to catch
the edges of the afternoon.
A figure silhouetted, walks between the gum trees and
their calligraphic shadows. A house waits ahead.
Two stories, bay windows, the house hangs like a puppet
from its chimneys. Old fruit trees, quince, apple, loquat
wallpaper over the faded paint with their shadows.
From here the edge of the lawn is closer.
Walking across the grass, the ground slopes away.
A cliff rips the edge of the garden, ragged stone
falling to the ocean below. These waves are not tame.
The rocks are under siege.
Facing the house, the door is slightly ajar.
Pushing open the door, stirring the still air.
The shadowy hallway holds four doors and a curved staircase.....
A pinboard flutters with eclectic messages.
Feet on the carpet, old roses still weave their pattern
in the corners. The path to the stairs is worn smooth.
Fingers find the banister, waking the dust and
showing the warm timber beneath.
The stairs creak, but feel solid.....
Upstairs there are also four doors,
two each side of the hallway.
This door is open, a wash of sunlight
laps through the door.
The room is long and wide. Perhaps a ballroom?
The bay window faces the ocean.
Walking through the emptiness
imagining this space in busier times.
Stepping towards the sunlight
Watching the dust and light moving at the window.
The floor moves.....
Softens, distorts and is elastic.
Falling through blackness.
Fresh dark wet ink.
#4752 Dec 8, 2012
Lying on my bed naked as the sky.
Pillows like billows of clouds
Covering, revealing and covering again
as they move around me.
Your hands caress like the spring breeze
sneaking in through the window.
The wind fades away; though your fingers don't.
The way they move, perhaps it'll rain.
#4753 Dec 8, 2012
You're the only one that she lets in
close enough to stain her skin.
But even you can go no deeper
although her shield is paper thin.
Through her guard you glimpse her heart
and how she holds it far apart
from the world outside and all its dangers;
Whole and pure and left unmarked.
I watch as your ink bleeds through
underneath her skin.
And although she doesn't know it she
has slowly let you in.
Since: Oct 12
#4754 Dec 8, 2012
Hey legs I appreciate your honesty.
I'm not much care about any rep on virtual world, I don't take sides or any plot you have in here, I'm a free man comes and goes any time I want but when my insting say go for it, I go for it.
So it's your icons LOL!! like Mr Tallyho said so childish but none taking, that's ok if you want to mean to me as long that's the true you, let it all out. ;)
Being honest is not a crime, to be honest:
1. yes, your bud post do look like spam, hurts the eyes he should cut it each paragraph to make it look more neat.
2. appreciate someone works it's a must!!!!! No EXCUSES!!
Since: Apr 12
#4755 Dec 8, 2012
Knight DeVine liked you Polyamoury bit and what an explanation, to the point and correct.
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