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My brother and I finally have our own place. We like the price and the lease arrangements. We have been in our own place foe about a week and througg the generosity of family have basic furniture, appliances, and dishes. I am glad we aren't a burden to anyone but ourselves especially our two older brothers abd their respective families. I am in school through the workforce center to become a certified welder, forklift operator, and OSHA 10HR. I also am working when not on a class day unrul ny brother recooperates fully from his TBone accident. Taking the babysteps towards an ultimate goal are the hardest and most rewarding in the long term plans. Today was a good day.
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So I finished the Fifty Shades Trilogy on Saturday. For those interested and some who aren't, here goes my review on its relationship to real BDSM lifestyle and community.
Fifty Shades of Grey:
This is honestly the "hook" itself; the whole book is just a tester to see if you will be compatible with the story presented and the concepts posed. It serves not as some handbook for the unknowing to decide whether or not real BDSM lifestyle is for them or what they should aspire to, rather, to me, it serves as a way to reach mass unknowing/inexperienced/ignorant groups of people and provoke thought as to whether or not what they might consider different/strange/taboo is really such forbidden fruit. In doing so, I would think the BDSM community would appreciate such an ideal, even though.yes it does mean there will become a mass influx of the young/inexperienced/ignorant groups people seeking to explore the BDSM lifestyle/community, it also means that the BDSM community/lifestyle can grow and strengthen. I mean yes, there will probably be more people who are not serious about their self-exploration/discovery/expression/gratification through BDSM, but there will be those few who are, and the more experienced/versed/knowledgeable should appreciate at least that simple statistic. Even though it is just a story, and not a guide/rulebook into judgement on or about BDSM.
Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed:
These follow through on the basis of it being a story and not a rulebook or guide, to me. Yes they do contain all sorts of BDSM activities as well as vanilla, but if one from either side of the line where to think about it, it's to make the story seem more grounded and relateable. The main part of focus being the storyline (or plot) and especially the versatility of the characters. I can understand why deadset fans defend it, as well as understand why spiteful disapprovers loathe it; though I don't understand why both haven't tried on the other's shoes, as to me it seems reversed. To me I would think people of real life BDSM would appreciate the chance to explain to the unknowing why and what is the true nature (to them) of BDSM, as not all need some traumatic lifestory to explain; also, I would think the unkowing fans would deapise the book for its abstract concepts and vagueness towards the character insight in to BDSM related topics, like why did they never attend meetings/parties/clubs with other like-minded BDSM characters that were themed in the BDSM lifestyle. I only.say lifestyle as that is what the story explains it as; although to me it is simply a choice, a choice to either seek more from/into/about your own individual desires, or to be satisfied with the accepted standard of what you know as desire.
I am new to BDSM, but knew average or vanilla was just not enough everytime I was in a relationship. I researched, then decided to try and meet more knowledgeable/experienced people than myself to see about exploring the possibilities of myself. Here I am, waiting patiently for tge right opportunity to do just that. This series comes out a few months after, and I decide to wait and see before I myself read it. I read it, liked it(as a well written story), I moved on. I don't understand sticking on it or to it for either likes or dislikes. In the end it is just a book, choose to buy and read, or don't and ignore it. Simple, is it not? |
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Finally seeing what all the fuss, hubbub, and pandemonium is all over; I just purchased Fifty Shades of Grey. The first of a three-part series and am halfway through. It's a good Story so far; however as for being a "one size fits all" handbook/guide into BDSM I find it not even close or directly influencing. I will post a full "review" once I complete the series but will post my personal insight/evaluation of each book as well. Off to read. |
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So much to say, so little cell signal. Well I am in the Minnesota state now so not too much to say I suppose. I have an official unofficial moonlighting job as a GreenHorn construction/concrete/remodel person; I like the pride I feel I can take in my labor, though wish I could work twice as hard as well as more often. I am saving money for an apt with my full blood brother while staying at my half brother's home. I still enjoy a few comforts of my old CA life on occasion like partying. I try to get into the local groups and clubs for BDSM but cannot seem to find a suitable one or one that I am suitable for. I look forward to.the "daycations" with either of my older half brothers but.the next one is Saturday when we take a trip to the twin cities to a free zoo with one of my neices and some of my nephews. I wish I was 21 more and more, so I could get into bars as 18+ clubs are scarce. I have signed up for community college, and FAFSA though I am waiting to hear of approval(s). I can't wait to have a place that's mine as it can get frustrating being a "squatter" or even just feeling as such; albeit my full blood brother and I do as much as we can to help with groceries and kid watching as well as side projects. I also recently got my permit which isn't too bad because I only have to wait 3 months to take the behind the wheel where as in CA it was 6. I have little time and smaller resources to do what I enjoy as far as hobbies like writing, painting, or other frivolities; although I do have some small additions which are still WIPs. I only miss having my cat have worriless freedom of roaming about as he is currently trapped/confined to.a.basement for hollow reasoning which is utterly despicable to me on all involved parties' character including my own. I suppose that's about it for now. Oh, I also despise the humidity coupled with heat, but look forward to a long extraordinary cold and splendidly snowy winter; finally get to snowboard again for the second time in my lifetime. Forgot, I also got a nice tan again and had to.cut my hair. I might add a new set of pics, maybe not just to keep ppl guessing. |
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In MN now. I will post when possible. Things get chaotic both for one moving, as well as being one whom is adjusting to being moved in upon, or gained a dependant. I will adjust profile when possible. I am going to change profile location then off to bed. |
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Have a funeral to go to today in about nine hours, give or take some time. I can't sleep, though I feel exhausted; having done nothing strenuous, I know the cause is internal. Really, I should be saying, "I won't sleep". I find myself torturing my mind, each lash from the whips of guilt, raise only questions on the surface of my conscious. I feel remorseless, as well as remorseful; I feel regret, as well as freedom. I am torn with so many things, in so many ways, perhaps a moment of rest is good. A moment in time to feel the losses, and breathe the victories. I want to speak, be heard, but there is still far too much confusion and disarray trapped in my words. I want to give a proclamation, instead I will wallow in my cesspools of degradation. I will choke, on life, and submit to standards not my own. All to save face, to comfort, to abide by buried laws from unjust executioners; executioners, whom made the choice to keep sharp weapons, yet never once drew the blades from sheaths. I have my weapons by the handles, and enemies kneeling, obstacles past; yet, when the time comes to put the weapons in stone tombs, what will I have left. I will put them in grass pastures, and I will learn what weapons tell of their user, as well as other weapons. I will listen to their individual songs of death, respectively, and in humble silence. Albeit I am unarmed, I will have: a pocket full of stones, knowledge of weapons and weaponry, and the deadly weapon of dexterity in both of the mightiest weapons, the hands. I will return to pastures of greenery after I have stood in fire, drowned in both sand and water, as well as walked amidst the bare, raw, righteous fury of ice and wind. |
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Very troubled by my grandfather's passing, dead father's birthday, and "family ties". I will hopefully be back to nornal after the funeral. I am perplexingly devoid of the right words to describe what I feel; if I had to choose right at this moment, it would be summarized with, "defeated".
I have been defeated. Defeated by death, and the wake it leaves in the river of time. Defeated by: its emotional hurricanes, its most chilled reach to the warmest of human recipients, its omniscience, its indescriminancy, and most of all, by its mercy.
When my Father died, I think that's what I thought I wanted, was Death's mercy, just to entomb me in the moment I heard. But the world has a way of changing broken things, people no differently or exception(s). I now understand what I.wanted and still do, Death's suffering. I want Death to feel the "inevitable" terror a human does in its presence or aside it temporarily. In the end I know it may be linked to a numerous and countless list of things, both the tragedy as well as my issues with Death. One thing I do notice and wish more could learn from, is Death's indescriminate fury. Death's ability to be immortal, is as our ability to do so, a fabrication. For eventuallly, every race/species/biological-organism will be Eternal. And thus, death would have been but a scary bedside rhyme or fairy tale to frighten the children of the future.
However, what future will these (mine included**Especially**) generations pf our children of today bring about? More war, or ways of control over someone weaker or inferior in some way? That's why a while ago, I decided "Fuck being Human. I would be Humane instead, if you must label me. In honesty, I prefer Earth-thing. Lmfao. Thank you to anyone reading this on a Friday Evening. As I can only say, "VSOP Party? Free Rockstar chasers you say? I have no knowledge but experience. Census says, Bad combination: Brandy, Energy Drinks, Old Men, and Broken Hearts." |
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My Grandfather just died at the age of 83. I don't know what to think, or how to feel.
He was my Father's father; to me, he was just a friendly man, to whom I was required to both respect and love, whilst being friendly in return. Then after my father died, I barely kept in contact. Until now that is, when my Uncle posts to facebook that "his hero has died today". I, of course, am stricken with grief. However, today is my Father's birthday; on the birthday of his dead youngest child, he dies. I am now perplexed. For so long, I knew my father's death could have been prolongued had I chosen to resuscitate him myself, instead of obeying the D.N.R. order/waiver. I now know, maybe my grandfather would have liked to have known me. I no know all those "winter dreams" of my grandfather teaching me things of my father and of himself, which would benefit me and my children, are but faded bitter night terrors. I am guilty, guilty of not unrelentingly attempting at forging a connection with a man I still barely know. I am guilty, of not being by his side when he died, as to offer some comfort from behind my own sorrowful mourning. I am guilty, of not yet shedding a tear, not when my Grandmother, my father's mother, still has yet to even attempt an apology for bankrupting my mother and still not getting her own youngest child a tombstone. I am guilty of being devoid of forgiveness to those, who to me, ruined my father's funeral in but one part, and forgot about my father's family. I am guilty of needing to be remorseless, otherwise the corruption in me and that I have done would leave but cinders and ash where once my soul of resolve once stood. I am unsure on the definity of many things, afterlife among them, and I am left with no option but to hope that on his deathbed my grandfather did not look around his bed to see his youngest son and family missing, and allow it to weigh on his mind or heart what, if anything, he had done inadequately; as to me, other than and because of the lack of relationship, he was the best grandfather to me I could've hoped for and I hope I.was as good, gracious, and humble a grandson. |
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Really? There must not be enough whining, crying, and ignorance-spewing on CollarMe, as now individuals are seeming to bring Political interests, views, and opinions into CollarMe's Kink-site. If you feel the need to share your arrogant and dilapidated opinion, why not take it to the Tabloids, or even better, to your like-minded colleagues on Facebook. It may be election and voting time, but some things are better left Un-said. This topic is among them. Ha ha. Hopefully the individuals of this site begin to change for the better sooner. |
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Seeking active writing partner(s) for "call-and-response" format of storytelling. Must be able to do 2-3 posts a day, must also be able to post with literacy and versatility; bring ambition, creativity, and ideals to form rich plot. Specifics and details to be determined on a case by case basis; purely literature, and variations of Fiction, as well as purely fun. Message if interested. Thank you for reading and consideration. |
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Found some old played out BDSM jokes. Lmfao.
One day Mom was cleaning junior's room and in the closet she found a bondage S+M magazine. This was highly upsetting for her. She hid the magazine until his father got home and showed it to him. He looked at it and handed it back to her without a word. She finally asked him, " Well what should we do about this?" Dad looked at her and said, "Well I don't think you should spank him."
Q: What's the difference between Sensuous and Kinky? A: Sensuous they use the feather, Kinky they use the whole chicken.
You Might Be A Wannabe (Doms)
If you ever use the phrase "A real sub wouldn't have a problem doing that"... you might be a Wannabe If you think the word "submissive" means the same thing as "easy"... you might be a Wannabe
If you think leading your sub around by a leash in the supermarket is appropriate entertainment for everyone... you might be a Wannabe
If you think it's perfectly acceptable to address all submissives as "slut"... you might be a Wannabe
If you think SSC stands for "See Submissives Cower"...you might be a Wannabe
If your vanity plate reads "MSTR-2-U"... you might be a Wannabe
If you enter a chat room and command all the subs to call you Sir... you might be a Wannabe
If you're trying to book a flight to GOR... you might be a Wannabe
If you think all subs put out on the first date... you might be a Wannabe
If you think the only purpose for nipple piercing is to have a place to hang your car keys... you might be a Wannabe
If you think the GOR novels are based in fact... you might be a Wannabe
If you can't understand why a sub refuses to meet you for the first time alone at your place... you might be a Wannabe
If you think limits are nothing you need to consider seriously... you might be a Wannabe
If you think safewords are for sissies... you might be a Wannabe
If you think placing a "Sir" or "Master" in front of your nick name automatically makes you a Dom... you might be a Wannabe
If you think R/L is just like cyber... you might be a Wannabe
If you think using lube for fisting or anal play is too kind... you might be a Wannabe (or a really mean sadist)
If you have to constantly refer to the owner's manual to use your toys... you might be a Wannabe
If you think Dom's can't show their feelings and need to be cold and aloof... you might be a Wannabe
If you have any reason to fear ATF Agents could confiscate your toys... you might be a Wannabe
If you think the KGB Interrogation Manual is the definitive "how to" book for BDSM... you might be a Wannabe.
If you think sterile needles for play piercing are too expensive to only use once... you might be a Wannabe
If household items don't inspire you (wooden spoons, clothespins, etc.)... you might be a Wannabe
If you think electricity play consists of plug in socket/exposed wires touching sub... you might be a Wannabe
If you think a bullwhip is the best choice for a warm up tool... you might be a Wannabe
You Might Be A Wannabe (Subs)
If you don't know what "R/L" means... you might be a Wannabe
If you think it's not necessary to communicate what you need or want to your Dom because what you want is not important... you might be a Wannabe
If you've never considered the possibility that your online Master is really a 14-year-old named Jason... you might be a Wannabe.
If you think being collared and spanked online qualifies you as an experienced sub... you might be a Wannabe.
If you think you have no limits... you might be a Wannabe
If you think using your safeword means you're not a "real" sub... you might be a Wannabe
If you consent to wearing a Dom/Domme's brand at your first R/L session with Him or Her... you might be a Wannabe
If you think bruises and broken limbs are standard bdsm play....you might be a Wannabe
If you think you must have total respect for anyone who calls himself/herself Dom/Domme... you might be a Wannabe
If you think the best sub is the one who can stand the most pain... you might be a Wannabe
If you think R/L is just like cyber... you might be a Wannabe
If you consent your first live meet with a Dom/me without using a safety net... you might be a Wannabe
If you think being a sub is all about being abused... you might be a Wannabe
If you think CBT means "Come and Bring Toys"... you might be a Wannabe
If you have to remove your collar so your Master can walk his dog... you might be a Wannabe (and your Dom is really cheap)
If you think sub-space is the cage a Dom keeps His or Her sub in... you might be a Wannabe
If you think enemas are only given for medicinal purposes...you might be a Wannabe
If you think submission means never saying "no"... you might be a Wannabe
If you have to spit out your chewing tobacco before you can be gagged... you might be a redneck as well as a Wannabe |
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The razoring needle point of thousands in the singularity of your smile, injects enough hope into the windows of my soul, to illuminate even the infinite abysmal cesspools of humanity's corruptions...
I watch the weather on your face shift from the warmest sunshine of the mirth of our togetherness, to the torrential maelstrom, which is of the infallible doubt of yourself...
I touched the fire of your heart, whilst the gems of your passion ran through my fingers' waltzing upon their surface, and I transferred the power in the electricity of determined resolution to your chest as my frozen blood resuscitated your livelihood...
I tasted the flesh of our being in the stains of my memories as forgotten sensations flooded my mind, and I addicted us to the drug of defeat we had within ourselves to ensure a daily heartbeat to the corpses of the regrets lurking, nipping, and licking at our heels...
We took it all on...
(To be continued when I finish some pesky errands. Thank you for reading; criticisms and compliments equally welcomed. [Skip James -- Sick Bed Blues) |
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Here I lie,
Amidst the bloodbaths, the slaughter, the pandemonium, and the chaos;
Here is my home,
Among the bodies, some still splurging black and crimson from their wounds, some are saying their final words or drawing their last gasping breath, some are in hysteric tears, some praying hopelessly, some waltzing through the remainders in a silent frozen daze as though they are frozen in the moment whence they survived, and some are fine just survivors;
Here is my bed,
In all of the evils, maliciousness, atrocities, vile expulsions, and the worst of humanity's nature;
Here is my blanket,
A shield for the world as it immobilizes and entombs me, it renders me vulnerable to myself, it allows for a moment the demons which have devoured opponents, obstacles, and situations to taste their master's flesh, it permits the weight of innocence to crush the sin in my bones into a particle cesspool, and it stops my ever renewing resolve from protecting me from the incapabilities of myself as well as my own failure(s);
My inescapable and inevitable heart,
Will be eternal, will be indescriminate, will be resolute, will be undying, will be merciless, will be divinely sinful, will not be satisfied, will not be deterred, and will never change nor modify. (More to Come; thanks for reading and any criticisms or compliments welcome) |
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Having to say goodbye to the home state.
I am currently undergoing a residency change; multiple factors play a role in this, and I suppose I am elaborating more to vent, than to inform possible matches. Ha ha. Please bear with me.
The first factor worth mentioning, of course, is money. In my current living situation I am paying far too much, to barely survive feasibly, within means. Also, my (half) brothers own a business in Minnesota, which.they just recently started, which means my (full) brother and I have jobs out there; my (half) brothers even already have projects and deadlines. Also, there are more jobs than there are people to work out there, which means not only do I have selection options but annual salary increasement as well. Don't be fooled though, as it may sound appealing at first, but most of these job plethoras are manual labor, or labor-extensive. I am a "white-collar" job type, but the saying, "beggars can't be choosers" comes to mind.
Another variable in this circumstance, is school/education. I currently have about.two weeks of school left, including this current week. Afterwards, the "last chance" High School will not be accepting me back, to finish out my one semester worth of credits. So I would have to go to adult ed, or get my GED. In Minnesota, I may still have to, but out there is a community college which.has direct ties to Universities, one being Minnesota University of Mancato amongst many others. This would profit me greatly, because out there you do not need a diploma or GED to enroll and attend college albeit you do need one to graduate. Again, sounds so much easier, but the.catch is that the community college I would be attending is the same as my eldest brother. Yea. Not too appealing all of a sudden.
Another determining factor in the move, is family. Whew, where to start with this? I suppose just a long-winded direct way will do. My older half brother has a baby mom who is crazy; stolen from him, fucked around on him, neglected their kid (who has a lung related illness which forces him to receive a nebulizing treatment of two types all the time), and is still getting in and out of trouble with the law. He is half owner and main labor management of a company, and.needs help with his kids whom all three have different mothers. Also, my other older brother whom is married could use help.with his 3 kids, since he goes to school and works as well as his wife my sister-in-law. I am not good with kids, but when it comes to family I choke down my detest and fear/annoyances/difficulties to deal with them as best.I can within the structure of their parents. I am not looking forward to babysitting, free or paid, but I do look forward to connecting with my kin. I am solitary, hermetic, and very very independent; however, now I will be dependent once again, and socially "forced" to adapt to people.
The final factor in this is friends. I have about a handful of very close ones, but none my age or like-minded, who live close to me anymore. I have very deep Platonic friendships, very tightly woven, and I will miss them. Although, in Minnesota I will have unforseen and untold opportunities to make new and both long-term and short-term friendships as well as relationships. My apprehensions to this, are the facts that A) I will be used as an excuse B) that my only trait of interest to potentials is the "Californian" aspect(s) and C) I will just be plain used or toyed with for my naivity of the area(s). |
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There is an itching, twitching, and moving thing under the skin,
And it leaves stitches, abysmal niches, and chinks of what lies therein.
It changes so easily, being but a formless virus constantly plaguing the tranquility of satisfaction.
The ironic cycle only is present in the common who are the judge(s), jury(ies), and executioner(s) to their own actions of consequent-arrogant innocent complacency.
It is always easier to observe the chaos of life through glass windows between the maliciousness of the world and our souls' conscious,
Than it is to be drowned in sea of thought with feet anchored in a forgotten justification of nobility that would lead to death and beyond to exist for but the instant to breathe.
Lost at sea,
That's where those who search will be.
As for me, I will be below the sea, with the world between my clasped and centered palms. |
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Someone stole my puppy. I been drinking and fucking off everything else until I must attend to it. I got my tongue pierced. I hate everyday without my Aphrodite, my dog. I continue to drink and search with hope. I have a proverbial/metaphorical "plate", which is filled with so many responsibilities, I don't know whether to just uproot and leave or to try and tackle one problem at a time until they consume the remainder of my aspirations, my very soul being transformed into the label or expectation worldwideview has placed upon me. I continue drinking. Thoughts continue like an electrified heartbeat, and I grow hollow, cold, and more apathetic to my destiny as well as to those whom I should be concerned with benefitting. |
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Found this on the collarmefakes.com forums. I only found it to enlighten me to be less naive and less trusting; instead, I believe the best thing for me to do would be to do the additions/edits I have planned for tomorrow, and to lay off the "chasing" whilst receding into a slightly more passive "chased" position in my relationship hunt. Hopefully no one suffered at the hands of the names to follow, but if you did I apologize and hope you recover; also, I hope you will (genuinely) actively and legitimately warn/ward off others from the same mistake(s).
Names to keep an eye out for -
Here is going to be the NEW and UPDATED list of Fakers. It will be compiled of different categories. One being scammers / Tineye Winners, One being subs / slaves just here to play games, one being Doms who are here to play games, One being Doms who don't respect the collar / are clueless about the lifestyle, One being people who are unable to read profiles but still would like to own you or by owned by you, one of minors.
I will begin compiling the list over the next week. Please be patient.
PLEASE DO NOT POST ON THIS THREAD
****** Just because someone here is listed as fake it does not mean they are actually fake.It means that they shows signs of being fake. If someone steps forward claiming to be listed here falsely, please message me personally and I will take you through the steps of getting your name removed from this list. Thank you!*******
Note to self -- Alphabetize the names in each category so make searching the lists easier
Scammers ---
pornstargirl - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=993 janet3456 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=988 nipples4u - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php? tid=988 YouNeedToSpank - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=988 ForcedSex1 RaapeUrges - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=988 BigOnesOnly - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=988 breastplayer - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=988 Just4yourself - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=978 goddessowned - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=978 here2byours - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=978 subkaren76 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=828 cuteone*** - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=969 mrtrip - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php? tid=971 milf4PAIN - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=1 newhornyslave - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=2 bhie14 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php? tid=3 sexiergoddess25 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=4 NAUGHTYChloe - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=5 SkankTara - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=10 FlogMeMolly - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=11 newmiss4u - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=12 Jessicastits - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=14 breanna13 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=17 slavetinacums - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=23 lubberress - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=18 dopewhore - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=70 slave4Mst2be4rea - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=73 slaveseller - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=74 slaveseller1 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=74 youngandinterest - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=78 sheilashawty - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=84 elona - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php? tid=85 hope4eternity - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=89 suarajuliet - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=91 Game Players / Time Wasters ----
kitkatkitten24 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=984 phoenixslavegal - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=979 coreyservant - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=978 mistressjadfire - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=978 subhatsissy - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=978 subhatboy - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=978 cuntylou - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php? tid=978 yourmasterdave29 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=936 diane24 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php? tid=966
Disrespectful of Ownership and/or Collar ------
jamesj1 - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php? tid=986 AbusiveMasterDad - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=976
Clueless / Disrespectful ----
MASTER4UNOWNED - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=968 gaggedcollared - http://www.collarmefakes.com/viewthread.php?tid=949
Tries to own / be owned by someone whose profile they haven't read ----
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Blonde2BeBound Super Moderator Thread Topped 12-1-2012 at 10:41 PM
MrnMrsLarsen Annoyed CMer
Posts: 3 Registered: 20-2-2012 Member Is Offline
posted on 20-2-2012 at 04:05 AM
there is another user by the name of seekinglave001, her name is "Jade" and uses MypetLady@yahoo, and MurrayJade92@yahoo is either the same person, or working with another (I have multiple pics if desired) Her "master/owner", who is "Wayne Hendricks", he uses DomSubhouse@yahoo.com These people request a fee of 600 for "purchase" and they agree with a deposit promising that she will be delivered no extra cost once recieved. then once they recieve the deposit, ask for more money $475+ for travel expenses, or they will refund your money. when you deny the next payment you are called every name in the book, disrespected and attacked with stupidity. they are only trying to steal your money!!! I have pictures, addresses, and even an image of an ID for this guy. Sorry to hop your thread, but I didn't know where else to follow up. |
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I suddenly was "bitch slapped" by Inspiration while preparing to rest. Tomorrow I think I will use this to flood anyone whom reads the pieces, with wave after wave of gratifying intellectual sensations; as well as drown others in the countenance of each pieces adeptitude, and unchartable path into a silent passerby's questionable psyche. Welcome my nemisis sleep. Shall we dance once more, or this time will I be blessed enough to only feel the sting of your euphoric nostalgia as you depart as abruptly as you shall arrive? Will I feel you at all, or will I be left hungering, yearning for just your faintest hint of returning presence within the encased dominion locked behind my stressed vessel bursting eyes? |
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You Scored as Switch
(((Note: This quiz is not totally comprehensive because of the length such a quiz would be. I kept it sex-based because I felt that psychological profiles and motivations were too complicated and vary too greatly among people that practice BDSM.))) You know what you want but it has nothing to do with your own role in the bedroom. You have the ability to be flexible in that area which can be useful for exploring you sexuality with your partner.
Switch 96%
Experimental 89%
Masochist 79%
Bondage 75%
Sadist 71%
Dominant 61%
Submissive 61%
Exhibitionist / Voyeur 57% Vanilla 39%
Degradation Lover 32%
Lmfao. That was a fun quiz. Gets a person thinkin.
You try. http://quizfarm.com/quizzes/Sex/poeticthinker/do-you-have-an-inclination-for-bdsm/# |
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The Rantings Of A Blind Man
Life where have you gone?
I once was lost in the jungles of your diversity; in the forests of your heart I found wisdoms of solid treasure, and that treasure greater than any of myth or prophecy before it. It was in your plains I fed from the bountiful wild game of delicate harmonious chaos. It was in your swamps I found love, beneath the skin of many a sod. It was in your deserts where I learned to hate, cursing absent goddesses of liquid form for their neglect.
Life where have you gone?
While crossing your plush and fertile lands, where man and their kinsmen lie I learned of your silent wounds, pulsating a hollow allure of an entrancing siren's call; it is a temptation of power never knowing its match upon your face, though you could not have expected us to kiss you with our lips stained with the thistle lining of your essence.
While nestling in your dampest forgotten gardens, I learned from the beasts what man had not only forgot, but buried and coated the resting place in salt;
((More to come after some much Deserved Zzz's. Thanks for reading.)) |
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Found this through another member's profile whom is much more adept and knowledgeable than first impressions would tell.
Testimony of a Dom What true D/s is all about in a nutshell - from the Dominant perspective
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Testimony of a Dom
Sometimes it is important, and often even necessary, for one human being to have certainty and a clear understanding of the intentions, desires, motivations and needs of another. Because this is so, I offer you this testimony in trust and sincerity.
I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part, or because I feel I am more intelligent or wiser. I am not dominant because I am strong physically or my body is big. I am not, nor would I want to be, dominant with all women. But for you I am willing to be - because you asked me to.
I will be your Dom (or teacher/trainer) only after earning your trust and only THEN will I embrace your submissiveness. I am in the process of looking into your heart and mind and am beginning to clearly see your desires and passions. You are trying to throw away your fears and inhibitions. You want to tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You want to give me total access to your soul. I will accept those responsibilities and honors with pride and humility.
You want to be a submissive woman. You ARE just that. You are not submissive because of any weakness or inferiority on your part. You are a treasure to be cherished. I have the strength of body and mind and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend and provide for you. You are instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me to lead you on the path you desire gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage me and give purpose to my efforts.
We each hold halves of a whole. We will complement each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you, nor should you feel it is it degrading to you, because your are totally secure in your femininity. We each recognize and accept our own worth, and our need for someone to trust and help fulfill our desires.
You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You will not submit to me as an acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect me to stand strong; you desire, and will flourish in, the strength and control I can offer. In return you will present control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty, and the faithfulness of your heart to me. You will submit because I have earned your trust; because I will have opened my heart and soul to you; because I listen to your words with my ears and heart, and have/will learn to anticipate your needs and emotions. Because I will prove myself worthy in your eyes, you will give me the only true treasure of life: you will give me dominance over you.
What you will give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman can give a man. You will give me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift to me and a sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind. I will dominate you only because you allow it, and only to the extent you allow. When I see you kneel before me, in my mind and heart you will be raised above all other women, and all the treasures of the earth. What you will give freely cannot in reality be bought.
Author Unknown... ? Copyright 2006 Desiree Addams (UN: desvamp at Writing.Com). All rights reserved. Desiree Addams has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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I notice a lot of complaints, from both sides of the spectrum, on the subject of Young Doms/Dommes. I wonder why this is such a "hot topic" amongst this site. Here is my, both inexperienced and basic, grasping if the issue with my version of a solution. Of course, most would have stopped reading already, but those who don't please feel free to politely correct any of my misconceptions or misinterpreted notions.
1. From the perspective of the young doms and dommes who complain. Normally, you can find "who cares", "age is just a number", and/or "if you're really a submissive/slave it shouldn't matter; or you find some variation and various "set-up"s with their own elaboration, excuses, and/or reasoning. All of the afore mentioned, infuriate and discourage me personally. For one, who says any ONE youth, should have the right to represent ALL youth? I know I can let alone represent myself, forget every single other youth that ever was, is, or will be; those who do, you would have to imagine yourself as a lawyer, who must properly represent every single possible variation on an upbringing and its response/effect. Furthermore, if, as a young dom or domme, you are looking for older people/have older people who sub for you, is it not their right to alert you to their needs you leave unfulfilled due to your inexperience/YOUTH? I ask, as knowledge is one kind of experience, but application entirely its own; also, certain experience(s) can ONLY be gained through living, time, and more TIME. Secondly, since when did it.become your job to "police"/dictate what every person should or shouldn't do? Where is it written that in order to be a part of BDSM non-fraudulently you must be non-age-discriminant. Excuse me, but THE WORLD is age discriminant. No matter where you go (almost anywhere at least), there will be age limits to working, drinking/vices, driving, sex, and countless other everyday areas. Perhaps I suggest something maybe not previously yet disclosead to you: life is not fair. People will judge based on their own experiences no matter what; in fact, the best thing to do I believe would be is to act like an adult, and show maturity while waiting for the person you are searching for.
2. From the perspective of the older Submissive and/or slave who is displeased with the young inexperienced doms or dommes. Wow. That's about the only response I can muster for some of them. I mean I thought you were supposed to.be older, and more experienced? Then why stoop to the level beneath you, regressing your own maturity to what, prove a point to a "little boy/girl"? I would expect more of a grown and mature person; not saying that they all should just be idle and deal with the flack gotten from the youthful whom disrespect on multiple levels. Are there not better ways of going about it? For one, try Block. If a youth is trying in any way to initiate or reciprocate a non sexual talk with sexual innuendos, then block him/her. When does submissive or slave to your own sexual kink or desire I might add, because I personally don't interpret being a submissive or slave as meaning to be submissive.or enslaved to someone, rather that they are submissive or enslaved to a part of themselves that The Dom merely embodies through satisfaction, satiation, and exploration not exploitation. So, why must this even be allowed to enter your frame of mind? You know what it is you are and are not looking for, and to me, as an adult you should be able to both accept and reject those who are in the categories as well as sometimes between(ignoring).
And for both sides. Why the hell does age affect your decision so much? Do you not have a personality attached to your dream mate or "match made in heaven"? So you can know down to their weight and eye color or even tattoos, but have no idea what life you want your dream mate to have lived? Are we(humans) truly all about "just a pretty face in the end"? Or can we be accepting.and of course (legal) within reason of the majority; as in can we not just put aside our own views to accept another (legal) perspective which views the depth of the soul attatched to the body? Or maybe my inexperience is feeding my naivity; is the truth, just that only the eyes can allow entrance to the heart? Is the world of man to be reduced to who goes out in Pajama pants on a weekend and those who wear suits to try to apply as a shit shoveller?
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(Janis Joplin - To Love Somebody)
With days creeping in like light down a forgotten well, I ponder deeply the usefulness of the inane, mundane, and conformist life...
(Janis Joplin - Maybe)
Doubt soaks in as wet lye, melding away the versions of perfection I was taught to seek; a newborn of perfection I crave, needing to be fed from the springs of desire in my chest...
(Janis Joplin - Get It While You Can)
Confidence is the life blood pulsing through a new being born from ashes and cesspools; his first actions are to but crawl to his feet...
(Janis Joplin - Ball and Chain)
His nemisis, abundantly plentiful and vengeful, strike while they assume crawling intimates of his weakness; he feeds on their foolishness...
(Everclear - Wonderful)
He stands; the sun shines from within him, and a smile pervades across his lips as a knife plunges into his back...
(Ray Charles - Yesterday)
Unstoppable as he starts walking, invincible when he starts running; now immortal in his path, long after he has moved on.
(Hope you enjoyed. It was just a playlist with some crazy person rambling.) |
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"As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye." - Milton, from Areopagitica |
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It is rather funny to me, maybe being new or just my own love of irony, all the bold claims of "real", both being "real" and not. To me, I wonder since when is the worldwide web the place to make such accusations, either for or against. True we all exist in an era where the internet is full of trustworthy information, but is it all to be assumed fact?
To those who like to point out others are not real, either in your (public) journals and blogs or other openly publlic forums or chatrooms, what is your goal? I can understand being scorned, but is it not upon yourself/ourselves which the blame lie?
... To elaborate on that, i mean is your goal truly to protect and warn others of that person's deception(s)? If so, why not flag them and then only post in your journal or blog to others, ab objective perspective on the specifics of the situation? I have seen this done, but is the pre/following run on paragraph describing differebt experiences related to you but not the situation of deceit you were put through. For example: "oh she/he lied to me about (blank)[insert specific scenario]." Then instantly the.next paragraph "Why does (blank) keep happening to me; thats just like whe (what's his/her face) did (a new blanking scenario) to me." Which somewhere down the line eventually reaches "Ugh. Why can't I find anyone (who is) REAL". And there it falls, the big one.
Or from another way of looking at it. "Oh I met up with (what's his/her face) after our conversations were so great. Then I meet (what's his/her face) and (blank)[insert specific scenario]. That is just my luck. I want to meet with someone (who can always be) REAL." And of course countless other set ups to scenarois/situations.
In my opinion, which is still growing/learning, I believe it is not necessarily all on the deceiver. As of course, how would you know someone is a liar/deceiver had A) they not lied in the first place [yea right, we can see the result of a world with no lies in both Equilibrium and that movie starring Ricky Gervais.] B) you not caught them in it.
Basically, we face risks everywhere. That's a fact. People are not always truthful. Also fact. But to place yourself blameless when in all reality just having urges to connect with other people places you somewhat at blame. Is it not on the seeker to be vigilant, perceptive, and always cautious? Hell, in this era if I had a wife I would sleep with one eye open to the grave. 400+ years ago, wives were the "object" a man could trust to fear and respect him. That said, don't go reading into it as I am a supporter/fan if those ways, it was just for pure comparison and will tie together. However, even with that belief system engraved into both genders of the era: the men constantly abused and disregarded women, women still murdered, usurped, and produced productive offspring or cultures absent of the "need" of male interference mostly or all together.
Point again being, it is on the seeker. The risk, goes hand in hand with what is sought. The preparation of failure, deception, or other risk variables should be on the seeker. Now in NO WAY am I saying EVERY scenario can be prepared for. But for the risks you do know of, and have even shreds of instinctual evidence thereof, is it not better to.be safe then sorry; to be safe, sane, and consensual. Perhaps I traded this motto of sand with a handful of diamonds in the other.
In short, Real, is every experience. Good, bad, pleasing, or regrettable, these balancing stones on the scale of justice in your soul are all Real. Do not expect anyone, especially in a "fantastical" scenario, to ever be as Real as you need them to be; rather see what "reality" they show, prove, or otherwise display in both obvious and inconspicous, direct and subtle ways, and let that be your(our) guide
(( Much more, still to come. Til then enjoy some music like I am. David Draiman - Forsaken) |
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Respect
Is it truly so hard to keep your teeth together? Is it really so absolutely life threateningly bad that you feel it is your duty, to speak out of place? Could you not see your folly, couldn't you taste your own newly forming debt? Respect, it is not a damn mystery. Is it? I can't believe the audaciousness of those who really think their opinion should be/is the soul guiding factor by which all should rule their lives to. Or those who have the self-assumed important notion, that by calling out another's(') failure thus their own is forgotten or erased from record. No, to me respect is a viable and growing thing, which is either healthy and fed or malnourished and starving. With respect there is no gray area, no "between" the white and black, just having and showing or disrespecting outright with intention.
Disrespect is easy, far too easy. For instance, if I wanted to disrespect someone why would I use surface views to do it. Normally it would be in response/retaliation, still though it would be an in depth endeavor. As anyone can see with their eyes and comment accordingly, but to research and get-to-know the person your going to disrespect is a streak of undeniable skill. What I mean would not be limited to just one form of communication, but rather several or all of them. When i am disrespected, I like to take my time applying a range of skills, all to gather information on them they would think never possible. Like if someone where to challenge my intelligence, why just say "oh your stupid" when I can search background on them, their family, their schooling, their jobs, etc. And from this seemingly useless information, I find out the person has : a low IQ, always struggled in school or holding down a job, has a family that "babies" them by supplying them room, board, and money, and that they failed to graduate HS, isn't that more useful than simply disrespecting the person back. Isn't "the high road" just the one where you keep your hands clean of the crimes committed against you? Isn't "the bigger person" the one who responds with the means and behaviors of someone who has been on the other side? Does it not mean when you show respect you show it unbiased without presumption? Or does having Respect simply make you weak? Does it hold you back from the truth of things; is the primal response of eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth guide the sophisticated social behavior of those of the future? Is it indeed demanding, to simply ask to be addressed and spoken to as an equal, before spilling a tongue full of misinterpretation and personal displeasure into my sea of listening?
In short, show respect, at all times; is it a failure on the respectful, or is it the curse upon those who disrespect. |
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Desire Is
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First Its long buried threatening claws trace the smooth exterior of my treasure; then as Its traced lines split and rip the shell, a void is opened to the next level, though still in this stage It must veraciously clash for each millimeter closer to the actual thing it needs...
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Its starving and dilute eyes immobilize on Its prey, while It steadies Itself It synchronizes with the environment I created to stifle and suffocate It; It waits not without rewarding reason, as the path deeper and closer to Its prey is revealed so with instantaneous fury It obliterates my obstacle...
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As It enters this peculiar stage It is now forcefully embodied, yet there is no special environment or gateway, just a silent horde of doppelgangers and an open door; it is a war as soon as movement is made, knowingly It charges forward, and the slow growth begins as It absorbs the more restraints and foes as food...
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It breached the door, only to find no treasured prize, no tricks or deceit, no more games; It now faced me and I It, as we locked eye, I believe It knew the outcome from that moment of my thinking, before I had even made the first move...
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My hands abuse It, maul It, disfigure It, and I bask in Its powerful bloodshed; without way to resist It must take it all until It gets an idea, It shrouds Itself in hollow and false persona which I tear through unrelentingly until...
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I stop moving, It now embraces; a spilling sound of rain, a shock wave of pain, and my eyes watch as Its claws dagger into my chest...
It wins as It infection reached my treasure most valuable; It wins because I let It, I needed It to, so that I may win. Its name courses through me, Its name is felt boiling under my skin, Its name controls my mind; It is mine though, for without my immersion of loss, my soul would never gain...
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It is in me and I now It; We are desire, we desire...
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Famous Deaths on 11th March
Deaths 1 - 117 of 117
222 - Varius A Bassianus, Syrian emperor of Rome (218-22), murdered at 18? 222 - Julia Soaemias, mother of Elagabalus (b. 180) 222 - Elagabalus, Roman Emperor 638 - Sophronius of Jerusalem, saint/patriarch of Jerusalem, dies 859 - Eulogius of Cordoba, Spanish Bishop and Christian Martyr 1198 - Marie de Champagne, daughter of Louis VII of France (b. 1145) 1486 - Albrecht III Achilles, elector of Brandenburg, dies at 71 1486 - Albert III, Margrave of Brandenburg (b. 1414) 1514 - Donato Bramante, Italian architect (b. 1444) 1575 - Matthias Flacius, Croatian Protestant reformer (b. 1520) 1602 - Emilio de' Cavalieri, Italian composer 1607 - Giovanni Maria Nanino, Italian composer 1715 - Jan-Erasmus Quellinus, Flemish painter, dies at 80 1722 - John Toland, Irish philosopher (b. 1670) 1759 - John Forbes, British general (b. 1710) 1772 - George Reuter, composer, dies at 63 1786 - Jacobus Bellamy, [Zelandus], Dutch/Swiss poet, dies at 28 1786 - Charles Humphreys, American delegate to the Continental Congress (b. 1714) 1787 - Maximilian JLP Gardel, French ballet dancer/choreographer, dies at 45 1807 - Anton Eberl, composer, dies at 41 1820 - Benjamin West, British painter (Death of General Wolfe), dies at 81 1826 - Gervais-Francois Couperin, composer, dies at 66 1833 - Fridolin Weber, composer, dies at 71 1851 - George McDuffie, Governor of South Carolina (b. 1790) 1854 - Willard Richards, American religious leader (b. 1804) 1856 - James Beatty, Irish railway engineer (b. 1820) 1857 - Manuel Jose Quintana, Spanish author/poet (A la paz), dies at 84 1863 - Sir James Outram, 1st Baronet, English general (b. 1803) 1869 - Vladimir Odoevsky, Russian philosopher (b. 1803) 1870 - King Moshoeshoe I of Lesotho 1874 - Charles Sumner, a white civil rights leader, dies at 63 1894 - John Selby, cricketer (6 Tests for England 1877-82), dies 1897 - Berthold Tours, composer, dies at 58 1897 - Henry Drummond, Scottish geologist/evangelist, dies at 45 1898 - William Rosecrans, American Civil War Union general (b. 1819) 1900 - Edmund Peate, cricketer (9 Tests for England 1881-86), dies 1907 - Nikola Petkow, premier (Bulgaria), murdered 1907 - Jean Casimir-Perier, French politician (b. 1847) 1908 - Peter Milne, composer, dies at 83 1908 - Revd Benjamin Waugh, American activist (b. 1839) 1915 - Thomas Alexander Browne, Australian writer (b. 1826) 1919 - Harald Fryklof, composer, dies at 36 1920 - Julio Garavito Armero, Colombian astronomer (b. 1865) 1921 - Sherburne W Burnham, US astronomer (binary stars), dies at 83 1925 - Andreas Hallen, composer, dies at 78 1926 - John Henry Anderson, cricketer (score 32 & 11 in Test for S Afr), dies 1931 - F.W. Murnau, German film director (b. 1888) 1937 - Paul Scheinpflug, composer, dies at 61 1937 - Joseph S. Cullinan, American oil industrialist (b. 1860) 1941 - Walford Davies, British organist/composer, dies at 71 1944 - Hendrik W van Loon, Neth/US radio commentator/writer, dies at 62 1947 - Victor Hely-Hutchinson, composer, dies at 45 1949 - Juan Lamonte de Grignon, composer, dies at 76 1950 - Florence Arliss, actress (Disraeli), dies at 78 1951 - Philippe of Isacker, Belgian minister, dies at 66 1952 - Pierre Renoir, French stage and film actor and director (b. 1885) 1955 - Alexander Fleming, English bacteriologist (penicillin), dies at 73 1955 - Oscar Mayer, Bavarian-born American meat packer (b. 1859) 1956 - Sergey Nikiforovich Vasilenko, Russian opera composer, dies at 83 1957 - Richard E Byrd, US, explorer (Antarctica), dies at 68 1958 - Ole Kirk Christiansen, Danish inventor of Legos (b. 1891) 1959 - Haydn Wood, composer, dies at 76 1960 - Roy Chapman Andrews, US biologist/explorer, dies at 76 1962 - Will Vesper, German author (Tristan und Isolde), dies at 79 1963 - Mahomed Nissar, cricketer (6 Tests for India 1932-36, 25 wkts), dies 1965 - James Reeb, US vicar/civil rights activist, murdered 1967 - Geraldine Farrar, soprano/actress (Such Sweet Compulsion), dies at 85 1969 - John Wyndham, [Parkes Lucas B Harris], author (Chrysalids), dies at 65 1970 - Erle Stanley Gardner, US writer (Perry Mason), dies at 80 1971 - Philo T Farnsworth, US TV pioneer, dies at 64 1971 - Roy Glenn, dies in Los Angeles at 56 1971 - Whitney M Young Jr, leader (National Urban League 1961-71), dies at 49 1972 - Fredric [William] Brown, sci-fi author (Martians Go Home), dies at 65 1975 - Philip Bezanson, composer, dies at 59 1975 - Sammy Spear, orchestra leader (Dom Deluise Show), dies at 65 1975 - Walter Kinsella, actor (Happy-Martin Kane Private Eye), dies at 74 1977 - Alberto Rodriguez Larreta, Argentine racing driver (b. 1934) 1977 - Ulysses S. Grant IV, American geologist (b. 1893) 1978 - Claude Fran?s, French singer (b. 1939) 1979 - Victor Kilian, actor (Gentleman's Agreement), dies at 88 1982 - Edmund Cooper, British sci-fi writer (Tomorrow Came), dies at 55 1982 - Horace Gregory, American poet (b. 1898) 1984 - Nakagawa Soen, Zen teacher/poet, dies in Rytutakuji monastery at 76 1984 - Kostas Roukounas, Greek rembetiko singer and song writer (b. 1903) 1986 - Sonny Terry, American blues musician (b. 1911) 1987 - [Wayne] Woody Hayes, football coach (Ohio State), dies at 74 1988 - Pham Hung, premier of Vietnam, dies at about 74 1989 - Johan Fleerackers, Flemish linguist, dies at 57 1989 - James Kee, American politician (b. 1917) 1989 - John J. McCloy, United States Secretary of War (b. 1895) 1990 - Dean Horrix, English footballer (b. 1961) 1992 - David Carroll, actor (Grand Hotel), dies of pulmonary embolism at 41 1992 - Manuel De Dios Unanue, US anti-drug journalist, murdered at 48 1992 - Richard Brooks, director (Blackboard Jungle, Key Largo), dies at 79 1993 - Dino Bravo, wrestler (WWF), shot to death at 44 1993 - Edgar Nelson Barclift, dancer, dies after lengthy illness at 76 1993 - Manuel da Fonseca, Portuguese writer (Cerro Maior), dies at 81 1994 - Jacques Doucet, French painter (Mostar Sarajevo), dies at 69 1995 - Carel Birnie, found Utrecht Opera/Dutch Dance Theater, dies at 69 1995 - Ernest Kabushemeye, Burundese minister of Mijnbouw, murdered 1995 - Frank Fidler, artist, dies at 84 1996 - Barry Appleby, cartoonist, dies at 86 1996 - Charles William Oatley, electrical engineer, dies at 92 1996 - Clifton Eugene Bancroft Robinson, public servant, dies at 70 1996 - John Henry Pyle Pafford, librarian, dies at 96 1996 - Vince Edwards, actor (Ben Casey), dies of cancer at 67 1999 - Camille Laurin, Quebec psychiatrist and politician (b. 1922) 2002 - James Tobin, American economist, Nobel laureate (b. 1918) 2003 - Brian Cleeve, Irish author (b. 1921) 2003 - Ivar Hansen, speaker of the Danish Folketing (b. 1938) 2006 - Bernie "Boom Boom" Geoffrion, Canadian ice hockey player (b. 1931) 2006 - Slobodan Milo?ević, President of Serbia and of Yugoslavia (b. 1941) 2007 - Betty Hutton, American actress and singer (b. 1921) 2009 - Charles Lewis, Jr., American businessman, promoter and entertainer 2010 - Hans van Mierlo, Dutch politician, Minister of Foreign Affairs and Deputy Prime Minister (b. 1931) 2010 - Leena Peltonen-Palotie, Finnish human geneticist (b. 1952) 2010 - Merlin Olsen, American football player / Actor (b. 1940) |
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A piece to cleanse my self; for unspoken words, or words said only in the bosom of shadow, is the strongest and most toxic poison known to man.
Le pouvoir et les Lumières de mots de Josué
Born...
Life is a quandary poised to strike whosoever should asketh, and its grip is infinite.
Death is the womb, of which all life lie, yet is the sole nurturing tit to the heart of its infallible victim.
Breath enters lungs which have only known darkness since conception; light shines upon maimed fleshy-coated fingers grasping to the alleviated eyes...
The path laid in salt, the road ahead in glass, and beyond is pins and needles into an unshaped horizon.
Life continues coldly, spreading its infection vastly, even in usurpation of itself.
Cruelty drips from the skies, love the Terra upon which it crashes and collides, forcefully melding to promote existence.
Awkward internal scheduling leaves Sunny hands but a memory to warring souls, instead moon kisses demand their attention; a soul, but an innocent sponge, latches to what treasured it most in desperation, but sinks deeply into the wealth of its host. Too deep...
Death sweeps across the whole of existence, but mockingly picking and choosing to fit only its needs.
Life loves the attention, it promotes itself in response, and thus it grows more confident whilst pretentiously elaborating itself.
Existence pays no mind to the qualms and cries of its few, rather continuously lies to itself in order for the stronger part to only need to half drag the weaker.
A child is raised in fire, his innocence is the body, his sponge like soul the needle, while his host the drug; shoes walk on shoes, souls merge further and deeper, time still passes...
First life giveth, then life must take or be taken; such is the embedded string which travels to two ever growing distant opposite ends, joining all in its web together.
Death must surrender, in order to gain victory in a momentary battle, or else Death would become infallible and sweep across existence in a fit; yet Death is still the loser, for its undying victim must give the final victory for all to truly cease the cycle.
Existence gains pride, developing ways to scurry away from both its parents; as life that knows it exists seek ways of prolonging it whilst life unborn, not given a chance of a single cell nor organ.
World of ice and child of fire; colliding through time and shaping each other tiny piece by tiny piece, however the world of ice teamed with its nurturers to strike back...
Life must be claimed, so new life can stake its moment in existence.
Existence limps on, half downheartedly so, tearing at itself to comply with itself.
Death grows fat, snide and clever, reaping the rewards.
[[ to be continued. When i am not in a mood to just smash my phone to smithereens. ]] |
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| Age: 23 |
| Faribault,
Minnesota |
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