Diaspora
April 25th 2008 18:03
What do I think of life? It's a battleground and a warfare.
What do I think of myself? Well, I'm real. Flesh & Blood. A human. I was probably gifted with more intellectual and physical talents than most people, but that just puts more obligation upon me to use them? (It doesn't engender pride. It makes me tremble, because one day I have to answer to God about what I did with the talents He blessed me with).
(The photo? It was taken two weeks ago. That's what I look like. (Post 4am shower. Because I start work at 6am, and like a bit of 'me' time before going out to tackle the world, and all its political-correctness and anal-retentiveness?).
Why did I put it up? Because so many virtual people use the net to deceive people. It shits me to tears.
Why didn't I put a picture of my penis up? (A cock pick?). Because I want to engage with a woman on more than a physical level? [Plus, other guys have much huger cocks than I do ... (And, if a woman wants a huge cock? She's probably fat? I'm not into fat chicks. I'd rather stick a pair of false legs on a bowling ball and pretend that's my girlfriend?
If you meet me? You get the package deal. Not a picture on the net that was taken 10-20 years ago, (Or for women? 40kgs ago? Before the ravages of childhearing?) ... Neither do you get a spiel about what my fancies are [and how my children are more important than a relationship, and that's why I'm on the net to meet someone? What a load of bollocks].
I'm just me. Take me or leave me?
If you want to know what passion is? Say to yourself, "I will suffer anything to be the person I want to be." Your conscience will tell you what sort of person you are meant to be. It will remind you 24/7. Go against your conscience? Deal with the consequences?
Why have I written all this on my mum's website?
I love her. She's a real woman. She's a sacrificial person. She'd die for me if it meant I could live. She's already died a thousand deaths for me. I owe her big-time. That's why I'm living like I am at the moment. It's my way of repaying her. Through actions.
I have simplified life down to this. "I will never not go to work." No matter how hungover I am. No matter how stuffed I feel emotionally, I will go to work every day of my life, and do my job diligently.
One of the greatest men to walk this planet? St Joseph. Why? He was a tradie. What do the Evangelists say about the spouse of the Blessed Virgin Mary in the Gospels? Very little. They style him "a just man". Why? Because to be a just man is to render to everyone their dues (respect, courtesty, civility, etc). But you have to render God his dues first, otherwise? How can you render humans their dues? [think about it]. And he did that. And worked hard every day of his life to support his wife and child.
Let all tongues be mute.
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Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
I'm real. I'm me.
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
I'm just so over virtuality. No-one wants to meet you. They just want to sit behind their computer and be a hero in their own lunch-wrapping paper?
Well, at least I'd have a paper bag to put over some fat chick's head if we met? Or I could wrap her 5 chins in greaseproof paper?
Not that I'm anti fat chicks. I just find them repulsive?
Gilbert Grape's mum has a lot to answer for? Poor Johnny Depp. He had to play the skinny kid with the fat mum. I bet his mum isn't fat.
If people can get on the anti-smoking bandwagon and ban me from smoking inside, then I have every right to ban fat people from entering restuarants and taking up two seats?
I'll argue "Each to their own." Which gives me the right to discriminate against the obese? ...
God the world has gone mad. I might root a fat ugly chick tonight, just in protest?
That's if I can find her vagina? Under the skin folds?
But in all seriousness, Tracy? I have nothing but compassion for people who overeat and max out on junk food and make themselves really unnattractive. Why? Because I am a man of compassion, I guess.
I'm so misunderstood.
Don't start me on anorexic chicks, please. I'll end up talking about eating the left-over bones of a dog in the skip outside a Vietnamese restaurant.
Don't start me on Asian immigration. I'll talk about how horny I find Asian muff?
Don't start me on anything. I don't want my mum to get banned from Orble like I did?
Don't start me on punctuation and grammar. I won't understand a symbol ??? of it??? ....
I have to go now ... a 145kg woman is coming around for dinner, and I have to ring the crane company?
Yes, I'm a prick and a shit-stirrer, but ... that's me ???
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
Comment by Damo
For the Sake of Argument
My Apologetics
So,,, Can I use your photo as eye candy?
I'd use mine but I afraid of having my soul stolen.
Also my wife would kill me.