On any given Monday (or any day of the week for that matter), by the time most of my Canadian
Once I've unhurriedly slipped-out of bed and made my way into the kitchen, my foremost preoccupation will be to determine the location of my after-breakfast nature walk or hike. Upon my return, I will likely head to the top-floor pool/sundeck for a few laps, let the sun dry my skin, enjoy the view over the busy metropolis and absorb the energy emanating from this sunny aerie. At this time, on a late sunny morning, there a few other tenants lounging around the pool... usually delicious-looking and voluptuous women in French-cut bikinis, one of which who will unmistakably ask me to rub tanning oil on her back. This interaction may lead to a pre-lunch romp... or not. I have no agenda.
After a soothing shower and a light lunch, I may spend part of the afternoon in company of a few friends enjoying a light snack on a restaurant terrace of a bustling city avenue as we watch the throng of anonymous beautiful people making their way to unknown destinations.
I will then head back home and abandon myself to a dreamy siesta, watching the drapes flutter in the warm afternoon breeze. The sounds of the city, a subdued groan at the elevation of my condo, faintly reaches my ears as a blissful sleep overcomes consciousness.
Later, I will catch-up on my diary notes or memoirs or read Virgil until dinner time. As an Epicurean, I put time, effort and love in all meals I prepare for myself. Sometimes I will have a guest at the table, but I mostly entertain later in the evening; entertainment consisting of enlightened conversation with close friends over a aged Sherry and a savoury cigarillo; the evocative blue wisps never fail to transport me to a timeless epoch where the life of a demiurge was not scorned upon, as in contemporary times, but actually believed to be the pinnacle of self-realization.
When I finally retire, I feel content, fulfilled, inspired, enchanted and eternal. I feel like a god. I do not pray. I bless. Other immortals visit in my dreams.
What does your day bring you?
Wankers. Just like you.
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dere dere. Self-reliance in any form is a lost Art.
Whereas hyperbole and self aggrandisement are still prolific, it would appear.
Not to mention craven deceit.
The bullshit hasn't been this thick since instigator posted here. ac_toofunny
Methinks the malcontent Blurt is up to his old deceptive conjuring.
It's probably EL.
He does sound like EL, RW. You could be on to something. However, I think that EL would want to identify always with an Islamic symbol. He can't be without that symbol. It's his shield and armor.
*shrug*
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I thought we were the malcontents according to the hallucinations of some.
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I thought we were the malcontents according to the hallucinations of some.
I think we are fine Azhya.
ac_smile
Of course we are, Fash. ac_flower
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No.
Its Blurt.
You don't know that.
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Whoever it is, he or she can tell an interesting story.
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Whoever it is, he or she can tell an interesting story.
Opie Kindred is a character from "Stories From A Quiet War" by Paul J MCauley, specifically from the short story, "Reef".
He is represented as an opinionated, overbearing, cocky scientist.
Its Blurt.
Then I was right the first time.
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Whoever it is, he or she can tell an interesting story.
Opie Kindred is a character from "Stories From A Quiet War" by Paul J MCauley, specifically from the short story, "Reef".
He is represented as an opinionated, overbearing, cocky scientist.
Its Blurt.
I don't really care if it is, but I am not convinced it is anyway.
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No.
Its Blurt.
Blurt would have been more wordy, long-winded, in fact. This one is only partly wordy.
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No.
Its Blurt.
Blurt would have been more wordy, long-winded, in fact. This one is only partly wordy.
I haven't known Blurt to exaggerate his own accomplishments like this either.
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No.
Its Blurt.
It's his equally fruity brother.
it's Blurt, it's tatterdamelion, it's EL, it's gramps, it's... Franklin the turtle, it's Hillaly Climpus, it's Boxcar Willie, it's... an itch that cannot be scratched.
A panoply of potentially discussion-worthy topics were spread-out in the opening post ranging from the mundane to the esoteric and the only subject you monkeys are greedily sucking-on is who will be first to identity the handle behind the handle?
Once again I ask, and I despise repeating my words to folks who have clearly understood them the first time around, what grand purpose is to be served by unmasking a poster when all that is to be found underneath is another mask?
I answered the call echoing through this tomb; a call for new members, more men (the ones present are not of a good cut, apparently), a call for growth... And here I am, a prodigal son if you wish, a long lost cousin returning to the family unit, although this family closely resembles one to be found in the misty backwoods of the Ozarks, but it appears I was lured into these turbid waters, as Ulysses, by the trickery of siren's songs hankering for my demise.
Nonetheless, my resolve remains steadfast and I will endeavour to contribute thought-provoking material, most of which will be selected, as above, from subjective life experiences. I will attempt to accurately convey, through enlightening anecdotes, the permanent and infinite grandeur which inhabits my Being, the thrust of Grace animating its every fiber, the unbridled happiness it causes and the manner I apply this gargantuan feeling in my everyday activities; this grandeur, whose source originates within us, freely available to all who wish it but is rarely recognized.
In light of the tepid responses to my opening post so far in this thread, I realize the main theme was grossly understated and failed to hit its intended mark, but then again I failed to properly evaluate the audience. I will be constrained in the choice of my narratives by those who are evidently unfamiliar and estranged to concepts I find to be self-evident as they relate to (Wo) Man and his rightful place in the Universe. I will gradually open the gates, to avoid existential shock, as not everyone posses the robust constitution necessary to discover their own immortality and position it within themselves; most would rather project it in some distant, invisible and unreachable Heaven.
Good times ahead.
Since it was my song you answered, what trickery was in my request? Where am I hankering for your demise?
Tsk tsk Opie. Let's keep it real babe.
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A panoply of potentially discussion-worthy topics were spread-out in the opening post ranging from the mundane to the esoteric and the only subject you monkeys are greedily sucking-on is who will be first to identity the handle behind the handle?
Once again I ask, and I despise repeating my words to folks who have clearly understood them the first time around, what grand purpose is to be served by unmasking a poster when all that is to be found underneath is another mask?
I answered the call echoing through this tomb; a call for new members, more men (the ones present are not of a good cut, apparently), a call for growth... And here I am, a prodigal son if you wish, a long lost cousin returning to the family unit, although this family closely resembles one to be found in the misty backwoods of the Ozarks, but it appears I was lured into these turbid waters, as Ulysses, by the trickery of siren's songs hankering for my demise.
Nonetheless, my resolve remains steadfast and I will endeavour to contribute thought-provoking material, most of which will be selected, as above, from subjective life experiences. I will attempt to accurately convey, through enlightening anecdotes, the permanent and infinite grandeur which inhabits my Being, the thrust of Grace animating its every fiber, the unbridled happiness it causes and the manner I apply this gargantuan feeling in my everyday activities; this grandeur, whose source originates within us, freely available to all who wish it but is rarely recognized.
In light of the tepid responses to my opening post so far in this thread, I realize the main theme was grossly understated and failed to hit its intended mark, but then again I failed to properly evaluate the audience. I will be constrained in the choice of my narratives by those who are evidently unfamiliar and estranged to concepts I find to be self-evident as they relate to (Wo) Man and his rightful place in the Universe. I will gradually open the gates, to avoid existential shock, as not everyone posses the robust constitution necessary to discover their own immortality and position it within themselves; most would rather project it in some distant, invisible and unreachable Heaven.
Good times ahead.
Ya think?
I look forward.
And there's no mask under the mask...its a cute little black cocktail dress. Sequinned, of course.
And those gorgeous stiletto pumps you love so much.
Actually, I don't much care who you are. I care what you aren't...and you aren't of any value to this forum.
So, kindly heed THIS call...fuck off.
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A panoply of potentially discussion-worthy topics were spread-out in the opening post ranging from the mundane to the esoteric and the only subject you monkeys are greedily sucking-on is who will be first to identity the handle behind the handle?
Once again I ask, and I despise repeating my words to folks who have clearly understood them the first time around, what grand purpose is to be served by unmasking a poster when all that is to be found underneath is another mask?
I answered the call echoing through this tomb; a call for new members, more men (the ones present are not of a good cut, apparently), a call for growth... And here I am, a prodigal son if you wish, a long lost cousin returning to the family unit, although this family closely resembles one to be found in the misty backwoods of the Ozarks, but it appears I was lured into these turbid waters, as Ulysses, by the trickery of siren's songs hankering for my demise.
Nonetheless, my resolve remains steadfast and I will endeavour to contribute thought-provoking material, most of which will be selected, as above, from subjective life experiences. I will attempt to accurately convey, through enlightening anecdotes, the permanent and infinite grandeur which inhabits my Being, the thrust of Grace animating its every fiber, the unbridled happiness it causes and the manner I apply this gargantuan feeling in my everyday activities; this grandeur, whose source originates within us, freely available to all who wish it but is rarely recognized.
In light of the tepid responses to my opening post so far in this thread, I realize the main theme was grossly understated and failed to hit its intended mark, but then again I failed to properly evaluate the audience. I will be constrained in the choice of my narratives by those who are evidently unfamiliar and estranged to concepts I find to be self-evident as they relate to (Wo) Man and his rightful place in the Universe. I will gradually open the gates, to avoid existential shock, as not everyone posses the robust constitution necessary to discover their own immortality and position it within themselves; most would rather project it in some distant, invisible and unreachable Heaven.
Good times ahead.
ac_boring
Has anyone else noticed that this clown sounds just like Pounce The Lion?
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There was a Pounce The Lion here, but I don't remember anything about him or her.
ac_dunno
The Pounce that was here wasn't the same Pounce that is in Van.
But "Opie" couldn't use that alter here, because someone else had grabbed it... ac_bashful.
So he became Opie. Same fart, different trousers.
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But "Opie" couldn't use that alter here, because someone else had grabbed it... ac_bashful.
So he became Opie. Same fart, different trousers.
Maybe, I don't know..
I don't have any problem with Opie Kindred's presence here.
"His" presence here is to annoy and aggravate.
Honestly, do you see him contributing anything? His first post was a fabrication, then he regales us with an asinine parable of his "day", insinuating he is a man of means and leisure.
Seriously...
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Honestly, do you see him contributing anything? His first post was a fabrication, then he regales us with an asinine parable of his "day", insinuating he is a man of means and leisure.
Seriously...
I don't let it annoy and aggravate me Spectre.
I know. That's what makes you wonderful.
Me, not so much.
The pounciness didn't go unnoticed.
Apparently it did to some.
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Ya think?
I look forward.
And there's no mask under the mask...its a cute little black cocktail dress. Sequinned, of course.
And those gorgeous stiletto pumps you love so much.
Actually, I don't much care who you are. I care what you aren't...and you aren't of any value to this forum.
So, kindly heed THIS call...fuck off.
Really SPECK? Are your words truly sincere or is it, once again, your... uhmm... condition speaking through you? I find intriguing the manner in which you usurp the rights of other members and elevate yourself as sole arbiter in this playground so that you may decide, or the very least suggest, who gets expelled and who is permitted to stay. Were you elected security advisor, doorman and bouncer by a covert star chamber concealed in the folds of this refuge for outcasts or was it by self-appointment?
In any event, value is a subjective entity to which you appear to have no understanding of, insofar as this forum is concerned. You may be convinced every word discharged from the orifice below your nose to be clever and judicious, but valuable, they are not; there is no evidence within the scant topics of this forum that anything you've affirmed has been perceived by the readership to have any value.
Unless you have challenged yourself in some juvenile hobby to gauge the number of prefixes you can juxtapose to the words
@ the RW.
You are not the only siren singing the blues in these parts, my pretty. I cannot help but feel the old 'bait and switch' tactic in place, where the lonely and weary sailor is lured by Aglaopheme's bewitching melody and once within reach, is left to the deal with Polyphemus.
You just gave yourself away :)
It's not my fault you have taken up playing with the boys in a sea full of canoes.
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Really SPECK?
Yep. Really, Blurt.
I'm flattered by your attempt to mimic, if not in substance, in style.
Play your Joker as you wish...just keep your "mask" on. Because without it, you're just...well...Blurt.
But then again, Blurt too has many faces. Some painted on..because you're worth it!!!
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It's not my fault you have taken up playing with the boys in a sea full of canoes.
Just another troll from VF. Who cares.
Exactly.
They seem obsessed.
Do they miss us, you think?
They miss me.
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I believe that, but only you.
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True, he doesn't .. for certain. It may or may not be, but it does possess the too familiar grossly misplaced feeling of superiority over all other mortals .. that and excessive verbosity does fit that theory
It also fits a more verbose SMP
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I believe that, but only you.
I was just joking.
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It also fits a more verbose SMP
I appreciate this very much, cc. Thank you for affirming my point.