Eh 'p chuck, ar't alreet then..?

Please be aware I can not use the chat on here, it just doesn't work so please don't ask

Thank you

Men arn't attracted to me by my mind, they are attracted to me by what I don't mind

I do love all these profiles with their Amazon gift list and demands for tribute..

I don't suppose anyone would tribute me with a nice rural property with outbuildings and land, so I can start an animal rescue?

No? didn't think so some how (sighs)

Oh well a girl can dream can't she?

If your profile pic shows your cock, don't bother looking at my profile or memo-ing me, I like to choose whether I want to see cock or not..got it?

Good !

To all those of you~Home alone~ might I send my very best wishes for a day that brings you just what you hope for

And to all those with friends and family, remember, its just one day, there no need to fight lol

From a Very Home Alone Darklis

I'd sell my soul for a good new book, what are you offering?

I'd like to thank all those who have made suggestions and offered advice..

I have a wonderful list of books with which to indulge myself when home alone over Christmas and more to the point have spoken to some very nice people

My list is open ended, please do mail me if you have a good book to suggest, (keep it clean please I need genuine suggestions not filth)

A huge thanks to all who have helped...I loved talking to you all.

Let me walk the rhyme and reason of your mind, listen to the sea breaking on the shore of your defences....open the gateway to your hidden instinct..delve the depth of darkness in your eyes

Let me whisper Darkling wisdom , twist your soul without a word...roll your imagination skywards then watch you fall

Let me hint at dreams untold, let me score the tune you play, wipe the  bitter tear you cry...let me watch the deamon fly

Let me know, you know I want you, I have said it oft before....just believe its you I need now,   come..... and knock upon my door..

Luckydog1964 seem of the opinion that because I don't want. to ~talk ~ to him outside CM Im some  kind of fraud.

I suggest he keeps his remarks to himself?

How odd is it, that slaves/subs who howl they are just dying to serve you and will do anything to please..suddenly vanish when you suggest that after they have their plane/train ticket sorted and are willing to prove their abillity to support themselves/find a house/work etc  , they can forward a copy to me so I can check its all ok

Theres a very loud silence in my inbox right now..weird isn't it?

If your main interests are humiliation and similar~to my mind destructive~ needs, please don't contact me...I have no interest in demeaning and humiliating anyone...

I understand this is your pleasure and desire, however it's not mine,in which case we will not see eye to eye.

Best of luck tho' in your searches.

Do you  have sticky fingers? Are they covered in honey?

Darklis has !

See Darklis lick those sticky fingers..

What a naughty Darklis..Hmmm !

Anyone got a spare small holding your not using? I will very happily take it off your hands for a V small rent

I might even allow you to kneel and thank me for allowing you to hand it over to me..

What a very kind Darklis I am,  yes?

What I need is a nice week or ten days away, in a decent hotel where I get meals and room done which leaves time for exploring..

Don't need to go abroard, in fact I fancy Shewsbury..so anyone from that area, do tell me ,whats worth seeing...?

Oh for a helpful handsome long haired happy hippy(vampire) helper in my garden..

It seems male subs are far worse for hiding behind their keyboard and whining than any female..they want it all NOW but won't do anything to help get it..seems its got to be given them so they dont need to make any effort at all..

( waits for all the offended subs to storm my in box)

For heavens sake you guys, get rid of the cock shots, theres hardly a one thats worth a second glance and most are just too funny for words.

The hills are shadows, and they flow

From form to form, and nothing stands;

They melt like mist, the solid lands,

Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

What stately vision mocks my waking sense?

 Hence, dear delusion, sweet enchantment, hence!

Because someone asked~

~but those rare souls whose spirits get magically into the hearts of men, leave behind them something more real and warmly personal than body presence, an ineffable and eternal thing.

It is everlasting life touching us as something more than a vauge, recondite concept..The sound of a great name dies like an echo; the splendor of fame fades into nothing, but the grace of a fine spirit pervades the places through which it has passed, like the haunting loveliness of mignotte.

There was a girl    A very strange enchanted girl

             They say she wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was she

 And then one day   A magic day she passed your way       And while we spoke of many things  Fools and kings        This she said to you "the greatest thing you’ll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return

Do not think that because my years are many, that I do not wake each morning in wonder at the new day, that I am not filled with zest for life, that I do not seek adventure still, that my eyes are not bright with the joys of living, that I do not laugh, or cry,  that I still have strenth(and weaknesses), that I am whole in every way.

Do not dare think I am no longer Me...

That blessed mood, in which the burthen of the mystery,

In which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world.

Is Lightened.

Why is it, that when someones profile says ~ kinky fun~ I just want to run like hell in the opposite direction?

In the tale, in the telling, we are all one blood.    Take the tale in your teeth ,then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it's not poison; and that we will all come to the end together, and even to the beginning; living, as we do, in the middle

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between Sunrise and Sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes.  No reward is offered, for they are gone forever .

The imagination is the spur of delights....all depends on it, it is the mainspring of everything;  now, is it not by meansof imagination one knows joy?..Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?

Isn't it odd, how when I politely reject a meeting with someone I'm not sure I will be compatable with, and his ego is slapped, how all of a sudden its all my fault that his overtures toward me have been oh so misunderstood..

And when I try to explain why, he becomes all male , tells me how hes so wronged  but will he listen to my side??

WILL HE HECK AS LIKE LOL!

I did send , after the last enchantment you did here, a ring in chase of you.

Lord help us, all these Princesses and Queens on CM, not sure my old knees will stand the up and downing.

But then I'm way too old and troublesome to bend the knee to anyone...(unless)

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

Or like a fairy trip upon the green,

Or, like a nymph, with long dishhevell'd hair,

Dance upon the sands, and yet no footing seen.

~ by whose aid  - Weak Masters though ye be~ I have bedimmed the noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault,   Set roaring war.

GO and catch a falling star,

 Get with child a mandrake root,

 Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot,

 Teach me to hear mermaids singing

, Or to keep off envy's stinging

, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.

 If thou be'st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee,

 Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me, All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear, No where Lives a man true and fair.

 If thou find'st one, let me know,

 Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go,

Though at next door we might meet,   Though he were true, when you met him, And last, till you write your letter, Yet he Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.

Theres a really fun guy on Collar, I think I need to thank him for all the memos that have passed between over the last week or so.I appreciate his time and his humour, and tho' its unlikely we will ever meet I feel that he's a friend.

So heres a huge thanks for all your effort, your wonderful sense of humour has brought a grin to my face every day

You deserve a medal my man. You do indeed !

I could just do with a gardening sub to remold my tiny plot, I seem to be beating my spade against an infertile patch. Oh woe is me..I think I'll just go read some more Meredith Gentry, by the pricking of my thumbs that lass has got it right, all those faerie guys to sleep with, 'tis enough to make a girl drool.

.here to chat and keep in touch with those I know to be genuine..
ALL one worders will be delated.

Chat not working again as per usual..back to the memos again [sigh]

A  Question....
I have met some great people while lurking the hallowed halls of CM...Legal Eagles, IT experts, Chefs In fact all manner of employed.
But never have I met a Farmer, so are there any farmers on CM?...I really want to know..[cos then I can pick your brains on re-seeding and land conservation etc..grants etc]

You see theres method in my madness  rofl.

Fractured frost lingers on brittle grass, sheep huddled behind half tumbled dykes, the back fields haunted by wild geese in their hundreds, rising to form feathered pictures in the already hazing sky....Pink clouds ripple along the edges of the skyline, tinged with reds and dark blues..flowing like oiled water shadowing across the dune lines, so all looks like a shifting entrance to the world of the Farie.

On this night of Mid Winter, old stones remember their purpose, letting loose the lightning pathways of leys from one circle to the next, from one barrow to the single stone, from one cairn to the Priestess Paths,  where power rises once again to wake the Holly Lord..

We ask a Blessing on this earth our home, on those here now, on those gone before, and those yet to come..We ask great Spirit to Bless us all when we reach the end of our own paticular dance, May our light shine bright for those who follow in our footsteps.
Light your candle as night falls, remember the old times, reach for the future..hold on to the now..
A Blessing on your Ways now and Always.

It's the folding of the arms, the tappin' of the feet and the lookin' you over with a crazy eye....

I'm liking what I see too.

Mind of firey sparks caught in a bitter dark web , words I've said, uttered, fluttered like trapped wings , held by rings of steel.   Feel your need, feel your self laid bare, open, whipped like freezing air, cutting dreams apart so nothings hidden there within..Cloud ridden, devoured by Demon Dogs, racing at the Hunters heel..You feel the scream, taste it, drown in it, Bound by all your times gone by..bound by hope under that flaming eye...
Laid on icey tombstone, riven heart exposed... was this a dream? No one but you can know.