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Hello
T he atheist rejects the claim that there is a
supernatural entity or force that interacts with existence...
Because it is a claim without basis.

Atheism makes no claims whatsoever.
Atheism asserts nothing.
Atheism IS NOT an act or an action
IT IS a position
 It has no objective.
Comparatively / Conversely:
Anti-theism IS an act or an action
 It IS NOT a position
 It has an objective.
Not all ATHEISTS are ANTI-THEIST.
All ANTI-THEISTS are ATHEIST.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Two wolves

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. 

"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy.

"It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.
One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego."
He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."

 


The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."



Friday, November 6, 2015

They talk by flapping their meat at each other.

They're made out of Meat

by Terry Bisson

"They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"Meat. They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."
"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars."
"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."
"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."
"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."
"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat."
"Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."
"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the life span of meat?"
"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."
"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."
"No brain?"
"Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat!"
"So... what does the thinking?"
"You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat."
"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"
"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?"
"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."
"Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."
"So what does the meat have in mind?"
"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual."
"We're supposed to talk to meat?"
"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing."
"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"
"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."
"I thought you just told me they used radio."
"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."
"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"
"Officially or unofficially?"
"Both."
"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."
"I was hoping you would say that."
"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"
"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?" `Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"
"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."
"So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe."
"That's it."
"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure they won't remember?"
"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."
"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."
"And we can mark this sector unoccupied."
"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"
"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."
"They always come around."
"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe would be if one were all alone."

© Copyright Terry Bisson -  Terry Bisson's Website

Thursday, November 5, 2015

The Practice of Meditation

~ Alan Watts

The practice of meditation is not what is ordinarily meant by practice, in the sense of repetitious preparation for some future performance. It may seem odd and illogical to say that meditation, in the form of yoga, Dhyana, or Za-zen, as used by Hindus and Buddhists, is a practice without purpose – in some future time – because it is the art of being completely centered in the here and now. “I’m not sleepy, and there is no place I’m going to.”

We are living in the culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. We have no present. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, and will be any other experience than present experience.

We are therefore out of touch with reality. We confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. We are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions, and ideas. Meditation is therefore the art of suspending verbal and symbolic thinking for a time, somewhat as a courteous audience will stop talking when a concert is about to begin.

Simply sit down, close your eyes, and listen to all sounds that may be going on – without trying to name or identify them. Listen as you would listen to music. If you find that verbal thinking will not drop away, don’t attempt to stop it by force of will-power. Just keep your tongue relaxed, floating easily in the lower jaw, and listen to your thoughts as if they were birds chattering outside – mere noise in the skull – and they will eventually subside of themselves, as a turbulent and muddy pool will become calm and clear if left alone.

Also, become aware of breathing and allow your lungs to work in whatever rhythm seems congenial to them. And for a while just sit listening and feeling breath. But, if possible, don’t call it that. Simply experience the non-verbal happening. You may object that this is not “spiritual” meditation but mere attention to the "physical" world, but it should be understood that the spiritual and the physical are only ideas, philosophical conceptions, and that the reality of which you are now aware is not an idea. Furthermore, there is no “you” aware of it. That was also just an idea. Can you hear yourself listening?

And then begin to let your breath “fall” out, slowly and easily. Don’t force or strain your lungs, but let the breath come out in the same way that you let yourself slump into a comfortable bed. Simply let it go, go, and go. As soon as there is the least strain, just let it come back in as a reflex; don’t pull it in. Forget the clock. Forget to count. Just keep it up for so long as you feel the luxury of it.

Using the breath in this way, you discover how to generate energy without force. For example, one of the gimmicks {in Sanskrit, upaya} used to quiet the thinking mind and its compulsive chattering is known as mantra – the chanting of sounds for the sake of sound rather than meaning. Therefore begin to “float” a single tone on the long, easy outbreath at whatever pitch is most comfortable. Hindus and Buddhists use for this practice such syllables as OM, AH, HUM {i.e. HUNG}, and Christians might prefer AMEN or ALLELUIA, Muslims ALLAH, HOO, and Jews ADONAI: it really makes no difference, since what is important is simply and solely the sound. Like Zen Buddhists, you could use just the syllable MOOO. Dig that, and let your consciousness sink down, down, down into the sound for as long as there is no sense of strain.

Above all, don’t look for a result, for some marvelous change of consciousness or satori: the whole essence of meditation-practice is centering upon what IS – not of what should or might be.
The point is not to make the mind blank or to concentrate fiercely upon, say, a single point of light – although that, too, can be delightful without the fierceness

For how long should this be kept up ? My own, and perhaps unorthodox, feeling is that it can be continued for as long as there is no sensation of forcing it – and this may easily extend to 30 or 40 minutes at one sitting, whereafter you will want to return to the state of normal restlessness and distraction.

In sitting for meditation, it is best to use a substantial cushion on the floor, to keep the spine erect but not stiff, to have the hands on the lap – palms upwards – resting easily upon each other, and to sit cross-legged like a Buddha-figure, either in full or half “lotus” posture, or kneeling and sitting back on the heels. “Lotus” means placing one or both feet sole upwards upon the opposite thigh. These postures are slightly uncomfortable, but they have, therefore, the advantage of keeping you awake!

In the course of meditation you may possibly have astonishing visions, amazing ideas, and fascinating fantasies. You may also feel that you are becoming clairvoyant or that you are able to leave your body and travel at will. But all that is distraction. Leave it alone and simply watch what happens NOW. One does not meditate in order to acquire extraordinary powers, for if you managed to become omnipotent and omniscient, what would you do ? There would be no further surprises for you, and your whole life would be like making love to a plastic woman. Beware, then, of all those gurus who promise “marvelous results” and other future benefits from their disciplines. The whole point is to realize that there is no future, and that the real sense of life is an exploration of the eternal now. STOP, LOOK, and LISTEN ! Or shall we say, “Turn on, tune in, and drop in”?

A story is told of a man who came to the Buddha with offerings of flowers in both hands. The Buddha said, “Drop it!” So he dropped the flowers in his left hand. The Buddha said again “Drop it!” He dropped the flowers in his right hand. And the Buddha said, “Drop that which you have neither in the right nor in the left, but in the middle!” And the man was instantly enlightened.

It is marvelous to have the sense that all living and moving is dropping, or going along with gravity. After all – the earth is falling around the sun, and, in turn, the sun is falling around some other star. For energy is precisely a taking of the line of least resistance. Energy is mass. The power of water is in following its own weight. All comes to him who weights.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Death and What Comes Next


Death and What Comes Next (​A Discworld short story)

By Terry Pratchett


When Death met the philosopher, the philosopher said, rather excitedly: "At this point, you realize, I'm both dead and not dead."

There was a sigh from Death. Oh dear, one of those, he thought. This is going to be about quantum again. He hated dealing with philosophers. They always tried to wriggle out of it.

"You see," said the philosopher, while Death, motionless, watched the sands of his life drain through the hourglass, "everything is made of tiny particles, which have the strange property of being in many places at one time. But things made of tiny particles tend to stay in one place at one time, which does not seem right according to quantum theory. May I continue?"

YES, BUT NOT INDEFINITELY, said Death, EVERYTHING IS TRANSIENT. He did not take his gaze away from the tumbling sand.

"Well, then, if we agreed that there are an infinite number of universes, then the problem is solved! If there are an unlimited number of universes, this bed can be in millions of them, all at the same time!"

DOES IT MOVE?

"What?"

Death nodded at the bed. CAN YOU FEEL IT MOVING? he said.

"No, because there are a million versions of me, too, And...here is the good bit ...in some of them I am not about to pass away! Anything is possible!"

Death tapped the handle of his scythe as he considered this.

AND YOUR POINT IS...?

"Well, I'm not exactly dying, correct? You are no longer such a certainty."

There was a sigh from Death. Space he thought. That was the trouble. It was never like this on worlds with everlastingly cloudy skies. But once humans saw all that space, their brains expanded to try and fill it up.

"No answer, eh?" said the dying philosopher. "Feel a bit old-fashioned, do we?"

THIS IS A CONUNDRUM CERTAINLY, said Death. Once they prayed, he thought. Mind you, he'd never been sure that prayer worked, either. He thought for a while. AND I SHALL ANSWER IT IN THIS MANNER, he added. YOU LOVE YOUR WIFE?

"What?"

THE LADY WHO HAS BEEN LOOKING AFTER YOU. YOU LOVE HER?

"Yes. Of course."

CAN YOU THINK OF ANY CIRCUMSTANCES WHERE, WITHOUT YOUR PERSONAL HISTORY CHANGING IN ANY WAY YOU WOULD AT THIS MOMENT PICK UP A KNIFE AND STAB HER? said Death. FOR EXAMPLE?

"Certainly not!"

BUT YOUR THEORY SAYS THAT YOU MUST. IT IS EASILY POSSIBLE WITHIN THE PHYSICAL LAWS OF THE UNIVERSE, AND THEREFORE MUST HAPPEN, AND HAPPEN MANY TIMES. EVERY MOMENT IS A BILLION, BILLION MOMENTS, AND IN THOSE MOMENTS ALL THINGS THAT ARE POSSIBLE ARE INEVITABLE. ALL TIME SOONER OR LATER, BOILS DOWN TO A MOMENT.

"But of course we can make choices between-"

ARE THERE CHOICES? EVERYTHING THAT CAN HAPPEN, MUST HAPPEN. YOUR THEORY SAYS THAT FOR EVERY UNIVERSE THAT'S FORMED TO ACCOMMODATE YOUR 'NO', THERE MUST BE ONE TO ACCOMMODATE YOUR 'YES'. BUT YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVER COMMIT MURDER. THE FABRIC OF THE COSMOS TREMBLES BEFORE YOUR TERRIBLE CERTAINTY. YOUR MORALITY BECOMES A FORCE AS STRONG AS GRAVITY. And, thought Death, space certainly has a lot to answer for.

"Was that sarcasm?"

ACTUALLY, NO. I AM IMPRESSED AND INTRIGUED, said Death. THE CONCEPT YOU PUT BEFORE ME PROVES THE EXISTENCE OF TWO HITHERTO MYTHICAL PLACES. SOMEWHERE, THERE IS A WORLD WHERE EVERYONE MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE, THE MORAL CHOICE, THE CHOICE THAT MAXIMIZED THE HAPPINESS OF THEIR FELLOW CREATURES, OF COURSE, THAT ALSO MEANS THAT SOMEWHERE ELSE IS THE SMOKING REMNANT OF THE WORLD WHERE THEY DID NOT ...

"Oh, come on! I know what you're implying, and I've never believed in any of that Heaven and Hell nonsense!"

The room was growing darker. The blue gleam along the edge of the reaper's scythe was becoming more obvious.

ASTONISHING, said Death. REALLY ASTONISHING. LET ME PUT FORWARD ANOTHER SUGGESTION: THAT YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A LUCKY SPECIES OF APE THAT IS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THE COMPLEXITIES OF CREATION VIA A LANGUAGE THAT EVOLVED IN ORDER TO TELL ONE ANOTHER WHERE THE RIPE FRUIT WAS?

Fighting for breath, the philosopher managed to say: "Don't be silly."

THE REMARK WAS NOT INTENDED AS DEROGATORY, said Death. UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU HAVE ACHIEVED A GREAT DEAL.

"We've certainly escaped from outmoded superstitions!"

WELL DONE, said Death. THAT'S THE SPIRIT. I JUST WANTED TO CHECK.

He leaned forward.

AND ARE YOU AWARE OF THE THEORY THAT THE STATE OF SOME TINY PARTICLES IS INDETERMINATE UNTIL THE MOMENT THEY ARE OBSERVED? A CAT IN A BOX IS OFTEN MENTIONED.

"Oh, yes." said the philosopher.

GOOD, said Death. He got to his feet as the last of the light died, and smiled.

I SEE YOU...

Copyright © Terry Pratchett 2002

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Thursday, October 1, 2015

Demonizing a class of people - Western Media: Dismanteling the Republic.

Some food for thought... 
It is amazing how much control over opinions and perspectives are needed for people to lack the ability to access and / or process these kinds of realities (noted in the video). 
And all it takes is a narrative that demonizes a class of people. 
That's not to say that Islam is other than 'shit'... All religions are 'shit'. 
But an entire class of people are being intentionally demonized to justify a political agenda. 

AND THAT (calculated demonizing) IS WHAT NEEDS TO BE RECOGNIZED.

As the public allows a class of people to be demonized, it opens the door for the demonizing of ANY class of peoples - We need look no further than Nazi Germany to see how dangerous this tactic is. 

We (the public) are being primed to accept that the demonizing of entire classes of people is Status Quo. 



video

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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Frame by Frame


Frame by frame (Suddenly)
Death by drowning (from within)
In your own, in your own analysis.

 
Step by step (Suddenly)
Doubt by numbers (from within)
In your own, in your own analysis.




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Saturday, July 11, 2015

Socialism in a Republic


I laugh at how the Right counts on the ability to characterize what 'Socialism' is.

They count on the ability to feed other peoples ignorance by redefining and repainting definitions in order to run a forced narrative that relies on fear mongering and misdirection.

Anyone who submits themselves to the demonizing of 'Socialism' as a result - Should consider themselves ignorant.

Among other things, the roads they drive on, the schools they attended as kids, the fire and police are all examples of Socialism.

Socialism and Communism are NOT the same things.

The entire concept of the 'American Republic' is a construct that cannot exist without co-operative efforts that are inherently 'Socialistic'.

That co-operative / 'Socialistic' element is vital to creating and maintaining a functioning infrastructure, and it plays heavily into the ability to retain livable wages as well.

Kind of odd that the same agenda that is working to mis-charicterize and demonize the concept, is the same one working to defund infrastructure, lower wages, interfere with the free flow of information on the internet, and run a never ending war.

The co-operative / 'Socialistic' construct is not a construct that saturates, it just folds into other concepts and fills gaps where individual efforts and / or dominance either cannot address an issue or become problematic.

Friday, July 10, 2015

'Share to G+' BOOKMARKLET


Google has taken away the convenient link at the top of the G+ page - For sharing content.
This Bookmarklet is designed to grab the current page address, and create a pop-up dialog to share the current page.
I have it on my bookmark bar... 
NOTE: Clicking on the link from this page will pop up a share for a blank page...
Drag this link into your 'Favorites' / 'Bookmarks'
[Share to G+]
Find a page you want to share - Then click on the bookmark you just added.
ANOTHER NOTE: If you share THIS page - it will include the below image... So that's cool! 

Here is the code that makes it work (tested in Firefox:


Here is one for Facebook too... If you are into that sort of thing:
https://www.facebook.com/share_options.php

For Firefox:
Share on Facebook
Drag me to your Bookmarks Bar to quickly share any web page with your friends, even when you're not on Facebook.
If you can't see the Bookmarks Bar, Choose "Show Bookmarks Bar" from the View menu.
After you drag the button to the Bookmarks Bar, it will look like this.

Here is that code (for the Firefox version)
For Internet Explorer
Share on Facebook
To quickly share any web page with your friends, even when you're not on Facebook, you can add the Share Bookmarklet.Right-click me and choose "Add to Favorites", then select "Create in" and choose the "Links" folder.
If you can't see the Bookmarks Bar, choose "Show Bookmarks Bar" from the View menu.
After you drag the button to the Bookmarks Bar, it will look like this.

Here is the code for the Explorer version:


Saturday, July 4, 2015

Subjugation - Americana

No matter what a collection of people who are either; open or closeted bigots, or are otherwise uneducated may think, say, or do...

The icon of a defeated government - That specifically insisted upon the subjugation of other (specifically Black) humans - Does not belong on any government building, at any government function or event.

I'm really surprised that it took THIS long for this sort of dialog to be happening...

That flag and what it stands for, should have been gone a long time ago...

Just like the Nazi flag was taken out of Germany... And for the same reasons.

I wonder how many of these 'Confederate Flag' waving folks, would find it in poor taste to walk into a synagogue / or through a primarily Jewish community carrying a Swastika banner?

I have found that most people who try to invoke the flags 'history' are either pulling from a fabricated construct (because they don't actually know the history), or are otherwise misinformed or ignorant of the actualities...

In addition to THIS sentiment being a 'Cornerstone' of the Confederacy :

"... the great truth that the negro is not equal to the white man;
that slavery, subordination to the superior race,
is his natural and normal condition."

Let's clarify some of the basic history about the Confederate Battle Flag, more accurately known as the Battle Flag of Northern Virginia.

The flag has no meaning "regardless" of politics, or above politics; it's heritage is not exempt from history. Anyone can interpret anything any way they want, but if they claim historical sanction for their interpretation, then they'd best be accurate. And in that sense, history is clear: There is no revolutionary cause associated with the flag, other than the right for Southern states to determine how best to subjugate black people and to perpetuate slavery.

First sewn in 1861 — there were about 120 created for the war — the flag was flown by the cavalry of P.G.T. Beauregard, the Confederacy's first duly appointed general, after he took Manassas, Virginia, in the first Battle of Bull Run.

After the Civil War, the flag saw limited (and quite appropriate) use at first: It commemorated the sons of the South who died during the war. We can easily forgive the families of those who died for grieving. No account of the Civil War can be complete without noting how vicious the Union army could be, and how destructive its strategy toward the end of the war had become. That the cause of the war, once the damned Union army actually invaded the South and started destroying it, came to be associated with an actual, guns-out defense of real property and liberties — mainly, the liberty not to die during a war — is not controversial. That's what happens during wars.

But never did the flag represent some amorphous concept of Southern heritage, or Southern pride, or a legacy that somehow includes everything good anyone ever did south of the Mason-Dixon line, slavery excluded.

Fast-forward about 100 years, past thousands of lynchings in the South, past Jim

Crow and Plessy v. Ferguson, past the state-sanctioned economic and political subjugation of black people, and beyond the New Deal that all too often gave privileges to the white working class to the specific exclusion of black people.

In 1948, Strom Thurmond's States' Rights Party adopted the Battle Flag of Northern Virginia as a symbol of defiance against the federal government. What precisely required such defiance? The president's powers to enforce civil rights laws in the South, as represented by the Democratic Party's somewhat progressive platform on civil rights.

Georgia adopted its version of the flag design in 1956 to protest the Supreme

Court's ruling against segregated schools, in Brown v. Board of Education.

The flag first flew over the state capitol in South Carolina in 1962, a year after George Wallace raised it over the grounds of the legislature in Alabama, quite specifically to link more aggressive efforts to integrate the South with the trigger of secession 100 years before — namely, the storming of occupied Fort Sumter by federal troops. Fort Sumter, you might recall, is located at the mouth of Charleston Harbor.

Opposition to civil rights legislation, to integration, to miscegenation, to social equality for black people — these are the major plot points that make up the flag's recent history. Not Vietnam. Not opposition to Northern culture or values. Not tourism. Not ObamaCare. Not anything else.

There's only one uncontrived association that's a step removed from racial subjugation, and it's the initial post-war use of the flag: to celebrate the victories of the Confederate army and to mourn those who died while fighting in the Civil War. But today, 150 years later, such flags are best and most appropriate displayed in museums and at cemeteries.

It should not be controversial to say ~ That people should not spend their days mourning relatives they never knew from a war that ended 150 years ago ~ Especially if that feeling is so paramount that it outweighs the sense of brotherhood they might feel toward fellow humans who are alive, and for whom the flag's presence and endorsement by the government is the personification of the evil of white supremacy.


Saturday, June 20, 2015

"Out of context" - Yeah, about that...

This is the link to the original post - It was submitted to 'Jesus Christ Daily' (G+ community)
https://plus.google.com/u/0/+WJamesHamel/posts/SVPRStEwVai?cfem=1

I think it is an interesting study in how religious people attempt to hide behind their famous -
"YOU ARE TAKING IT OUT OF CONTEXT" (tactic)
When assailing their critics - When the reality of it is that it is the pious who are abusing context.

It is a longer conversation, with plenty of superfluous items - But the context still illustrates the overall problem, and what turned out to be a pretty decent attempt to quash that tactic.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CZd-cOZMt0

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Thinking Traps

How to Recognize and Combat Thinking Traps That May Be Controlling Your Life




As a human being, you probably will have noticed that what people think and say often bears little relation to how they act. Is it because individuals think what they say is accurate when it isn’t?

According to the concept of The Thinking Trap, this is the case. We have a misguided view of what we do and why we do it. What we say is not a guide to our real selves and what we do is a much clearer insight into who we really are. Disassociation of what we say and do operates in almost all aspects of existence from what we perceive to how we behave.

The Introspective Illusion


The introspective illusion is the ideology that we like to know about ourselves and how we do things, but it is actually misplaced confidence. We think of ourselves as sensible and rational but we actually make up stories about ourselves and others about what we think is going on. These stories act as implicit theories that explain our own decisions. These explanations are not to do with our ability to accurately introspect, but we tell ourselves and others these stories, not knowing that they are actually not real.

Factors are Hidden from us that Prevent Conscious Rational Choices

 

The fact that most people do not consciously know what affects their decisions and behavior is a strange and somewhat frightening concept altogether. In decision making, there are many factors that are hidden from us that prevent conscious and rational choices. We are essentially blind to our own choices and preferences even though we think that we are fully aware of them. This is why we often want things not compatible with what we need. 


Self and Societal Deception


Part of the reason why our brains deceive us is down to the fact that memory is a constructive process and not a trustworthy record of the past, it makes us prone to biases.
The organizations we are governed by such as the Government, public health organizations and corporate organizations are aware that we, as people, collectively do not do what we want to do or should do in the most practical sense of the word and this is at the core of many societal and health problems.
We also blindly live with prejudices; the atrocities carried out globally highlight the extent of the prejudices and incoherence that we may carry without knowing.

As people, we all do have a lot in common but still have variables, and the differences between these variables are greater than manipulations from bigger organizations. These differences can most likely be found in how people behave not what they think or say. The inherent built-in traits of us all means that although we have a vested interest in believing what we think and say interprets our view of the world, we don’t understand the limits of our thinking, and this is essentially at the core of failures in many government and corporate institutions, as well as in our individual decisions.



What do our Conscious Thoughts Do?


The functions of conscious thoughts that may or may not be projected into speech are generally limited to giving people a sense of self-identity. To change the way we behave requires interventions of the non-conscious self. At best we only have a small degree of self-control over the self that we display in public, we are more biased and less rational. It also means that most kinds of education, training and development are not as useful, and health information and education are unlikely to get people to change their lifestyles for the better.

Re-framing your Thinking Traps


To summarize, what we do has a greater importance than what we think. To change thoughts in order to change a related behavior, will have much more power than putting effort into thinking in a different way. The harder that we try to get out of the Thinking Trap, the firmer the grip. Instead, we should always be aware of it and that it is operating on us. Re-frame your thoughts for peak performance.

Sometimes we are prone to interpreting events, situations and behaviors in ways that lead to weaker performance than we are capable of, particularly in the workplace. Try to combat this by being mindful of the way the trap might affect you. Dedicate time and practice to combating these thinking traps and how you can promote more productive thoughts and behaviors.

Dedicate time and practice to combating these thinking traps and how you can promote more productive thoughts and behaviors. It won’t do any good to jump to conclusions or to second guess, instead avoid all or nothing thinking and slowly work on changing negative thoughts to positive ones.

Emotional Intelligence Consulting


People with higher emotional intelligence are more equipped to take on their Thinking Traps. Emotional intelligence means realizing your own strengths, weaknesses, limits and where you can work harder and pairing it with interpersonal intelligence which recognizes the same in other people. Tools can be used to help to increase emotional intelligence by determining workplace personality styles that will open up a person’s eyes to the way they themselves work and those around them. Becoming more emotionally intelligent also increases productivity and minimizes the risk of conflict because when you have empathy for yourself you are more able to apply it to others and their situation.

Be Your Own Voice of Reason


Another way to stop yourself from falling head first into the thinking trap is to engage in self-talk. Scientists believe that saying the right words to yourself can free us from our fears and make us wiser about ourselves. Ethan Kross is a psychologist who has studied the phenomenon of self-talk. His studies found that by addressing yourself by name will increase your level of self-advocacy whereas talking to yourself with the pronoun ‘I’ can be a flustering experience and lead to lower performance in stressful times.

The inner voice will first develop in early childhood, as a companion and a creative muse. It can mean we become detached observers of our own life and self-talk is one of the least utilized tools we have within ourselves to master the psyche.

Use language to create a distance that feels real to ease your workload on the brain and talk yourself through a challenge or something that you are worried about to avoid falling down the thinking trap. Introspection is powerful, but by questioning our thoughts sometimes we can make wiser choices.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Laura Morrissey is a passionate writer/blogger and her specialist areas are self-improvement and personality development. Beside this, she writes for Disc Assessment – a personality testing tool used to test human behaviours. You can check her blog and get in touch with her on LinkedIn.

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Sunday, May 24, 2015

What a mess!

Codification, edification and weaponizing...
Created to generate and justify demonizing, disenfranchising, and marginalizing...
Just to evoke a sense of superiority under the guise of meekness...
What a mess! 

h/t Aron Ra 


Thursday, February 12, 2015

I put on my robe and wizard hat

An internet Classic - The adventures of Bloodninja

Bloodninja : Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears14 : Aight.
Bloodninja : Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14 : I slip out of my pants, just for you, Bloodninja.
Bloodninja : Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14 : Oh, I like to play dress up.
Bloodninja : Me too baby.
BritneySpears14 : I kiss you softly on your chest.
Bloodninja : I cast Lvl 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14 : Hey...
Bloodninja : I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl 8 Penis of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14 : Funny I still don't see it.
Bloodninja : I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14 : You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
Bloodninja : Don't fuck with me biznitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
Bloodninja : I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl :2 Druid.
BritneySpears14 : Don't ever message me again you piece.
Bloodninja : Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of :metal.
Bloodninja : King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. :Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
Bloodninja : You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
Bloodninja : Baby?

Bloodninja : Wanna cyber?
DirtyKate : K, but don't tell anybody ;-)
DirtyKate : Who are you?
Bloodninja : I've got blond hair, blue eyes, I work out a lot
Bloodninja : And I have a part time job delivering for Papa John's in my Geo Storm.
DirtyKate : You sound sexy.. I bet you want me in the back of your car..
Bloodninja : Maybe some other time. You should call up Papa John's and make an order
DirtyKate : Haha! OK
DirtyKate : Hello! I'd like an extra-EXTRA large pizza just dripping with sauce.
Bloodninja : Well, first they would say, "Hello, this is Papa John's, how may I help you", then they tell you the specials, and then :you would make your order. So that's an X-Large. What toppings do you want?
DirtyKate : I want everything, baby!
Bloodninja : Is this a delivery?
DirtyKate : Umm...Yes
DirtyKate : So you're bringing the pizza to my house now? Cause I'm home alone... and I think I'll take a shower...
Bloodninja : Good. It will take about fifteen minutes to cook, and then I'll drive to your house.
o    pause**
DirtyKate :I'm almost finished with my shower... Hurry up!
Bloodninja : You can't hurry good pizza.
Bloodninja : I'm on my way now though
o    pause**
DirtyKate : So you're at my front door now.
Bloodninja : How did you know?
Bloodninja : I knock but you can't hear me cause you're in the shower. So I let myself in, and walk inside. I put the pizza down on :your coffee table.
Bloodninja : Are you ready to get nasty, baby? I'm as hot as a pizza oven
DirtyKate : ooohh yeah. I step out of the shower and I'm all wet and cold. Warm me up baby
Bloodninja : So you're still in the bathroom?
DirtyKate : Yeah, I'm wrapping a towel around myself.
Bloodninja : I can no longer resist the pizza. I open the box and unzip my pants with my other hand. As I penetrate the gooey :cheese, I moan in ecstacy. The mushrooms and Italian sausage are rough, but the sauce is deliciously soothing. I blow my load in :seconds. As you leave the bathroom, I exit through the front door....
DirtyKate : What the fuck?
DirtyKate : You perverted piece of shit
DirtyKate : Fuck

Bloodninja : Wanna cyber?
MommyMelissa : Sure, you into vegetables?
Bloodninja : What like gardening an shit?
MommyMelissa : Yeah, something like that.
Bloodninja : Nuthin turns me on more, check this out
Bloodninja : You bend over to harvest your radishes.
(pause)
MommyMelissa : is that it?
Bloodninja : You water your tomato patch.
Bloodninja : Are you ready for my fresh produce?
MommyMelissa : I was thinking of like, sexual acts INVOLVING vegetables... Can you make it a little more sexy for me?
(pause)
Bloodninja : I touch you on your lettuce, you massage my spinach... Sexily.
Bloodninja : I ride your buttocks, like they were amber waves of grains.
MommyMelissa : Grain doesn't really turn me on... I was thinking more along the lines of carrots and zucchinis.
Bloodninja : my zucchinis carresses your carrots.
Bloodninja : Damn baby your right, this shit is HOT.
MommyMelissa : ...
Bloodninja : My turnips listen for the soft cry of your love. My insides turn to celery as I unleash my warm and sticky cauliflower :of love.
MommyMelissa : What the fuck is this madlibs? I'm outta here.
Bloodninja : Yah, well I already unleashed my cauliflower, all over your olives, and up in your eyes. Now you can't see. Bitch.
MommyMelissa : whatever.

Bloodninja : I lick your earlobe, and undo your watch.
Sarah19fca : mmmm, okay.
Bloodninja : I take yo pants off, grunting like a troll.
Sarah19fca : Yeah I like it rough.
Bloodninja : I smack you thick booty.
Sarah19fca : Oh yeah, that feels good.
Bloodninja : Smack, Smack, yeeeaahhh.
Bloodninja : I make some toast and eat it off your ass. Land O' Lakes butter all in your crack. Mmmm.
Sarah19fca : you like that?
Bloodninja : I peel some bananas.
Sarah19fca : Oh, what are you gonna do with those?
Bloodninja : get me peanuts. Peanuts from the ballpark.
Sarah19fca : Peanuts?
Bloodninja : Ken Griffey Jr. Yeaaaaahhh.
Sarah19fca : What are you talking about?
Bloodninja : I'm spent, I jump down into the alley and smoke a fatty. I throw rocks at the cats.
Sarah19fca : This is stupid.
Bloodninja : Stone Cold Steve Austin gives me some beer.
Bloodninja : Wanna Wrestle Stone Cold?
Bloodninja : Yeeaahhhh.
Sarah19fca : /ignore
Bloodninja : Its cool stone cold she was a bitch anyway.
Bloodninja : We get on harleys and ride into the sunset.:

Bloodninja : Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
j_gurli13 : thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
Bloodninja : A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
j_gurli13 : haha, ok lets go.
j_gurli13 : i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
Bloodninja : I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
j_gurli13 : haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
j_gurli13 : i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
Bloodninja : Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
j_gurli13 : No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
Bloodninja : Rhinoceruses don't play games. They fucking charge your ass.
j_gurli13 : stop, cmon be serious.
Bloodninja : It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
Bloodninja : I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
j_gurli13 : thats it.
Bloodninja : Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see :as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
Bloodninja : Fuck am I hard now.

BritneySpears14 : Ok, are you ready?
eminemBNJA : Aight, yeah I'm ready.
BritneySpears14 : I like your music Em... Tee hee.
eminemBNJA : huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.
BritneySpears14 : Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.
BritneySpears14 : I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.
eminemBNJA : Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14 : What the fuck, I told you not to message me again.
eminemBNJA : Oh shit
BritneySpears14 : I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you fuck up.
eminemBNJA : Oh shit
eminemBNJA : damn I gotta write down your names or something:

sweet17 : Hi
Bloodninja : hello
Bloodninja : who is this?
sweet17 : just a someone?
Bloodninja : A someone I know?
sweet17 : nope
Bloodninja : Then why the hell are you bothering me?
sweet17 : well sorrrrrry
sweet17 : I just wanted to chat with you
Bloodninja : why?
sweet17 : nevermind your an jerk
Bloodninja : Hey wait a minute
sweet17 : yes?
Bloodninja : look I'm sorry. I'm just a little paranoid
sweet17 : paranoid?
Bloodninja : yes
sweet17 : of what?
sweet17 : me?
Bloodninja : No. I'm in hiding.
sweet17 : LOL
Bloodninja : Don't fucking laugh at me!
Bloodninja : This shit is serious!
sweet17 : What are you hiding from?
Bloodninja : The cops.
sweet17 : gimme a fucking break
Bloodninja : I'm serious.
sweet17 : I don't get it
Bloodninja : The cops are after me.
sweet17 : For what?
Bloodninja : I'm wanted in three states
sweet17 : For???
Bloodninja : It's kindof embarrasing.
Bloodninja : I had sex with a turkey.
Bloodninja : Hello?
sweet17 : You are fucking sick.
Bloodninja : Send me your picture.
sweet17 : why?
Bloodninja : so I know you aren't one of them.
sweet17 : One of what?
Bloodninja : The cops.
sweet17 : I'm not a cop i told you
Bloodninja : Then send me your picture.
sweet17 : hold on
Bloodninja : Hurry up.
Bloodninja : Are you there?
Bloodninja : Fuck you, cop!
sweet17 : Hey sorry
sweet17 : I had to do something for my mom.
Bloodninja : I thought you were trying to find a picture to send to me.
Bloodninja : When really you were notifying the authorities.
Bloodninja : Weren't you!?
sweet17 : thats not it
Bloodninja : Then what?
sweet17 : I don't want to send you the picture cause I'm not pretty
Bloodninja : Most cops aren't
sweet17 : IM NOT A FUCKING COP YOU ASSHOLE!
Bloodninja : Then send me the picture.
sweet17 : fine. What's your e-mail?
Bloodninja : Just send it through here.
sweet17 : alright *PIC*
sweet17 : Did you get it?
Bloodninja : Hold on. I'm looking.
sweet17 : That was me back in may
sweet17 : I've lost weight since then.
Bloodninja : I hope so
sweet17 : what?!?
sweet17 : that hurt my feelings.
Bloodninja : Did it?
sweet17 : Yes. I'm not that much smaller than that now.
Bloodninja : Will it make you feel better if I send you my picture?
sweet17 : yes
Bloodninja : Alright let me find it.
sweet17 : kks
Bloodninja : Okay here it is. *PIC*
sweet17 : this isn't you.
Bloodninja : I'll be damned if it ain't!
sweet17 : You don't look like that.
Bloodninja : How the hell do you know?
sweet17 : cause your profile has another picture.
Bloodninja : The profile pic is a fake.
Bloodninja : I use it to hide from the cops.
sweet17 : You look like the Farm Fresh guy lol
Bloodninja : Well, you look like you ATE the Farm Fresh guy....
Bloodninja : Not to mention all the groceries.
sweet17 : Go fuck yourself
Bloodninja : I was going to until I saw that picture
Bloodninja : Now my unit won't get hard for a week.
sweet17 : I shouldn't have sent you that picture.
sweet17 : You've done nothing but slam me.
sweet17 : you hurt me.
Bloodninja : And calling me the Farm Fresh guy doesn't hurt me?
sweet17 : I thought you were bullcrapping me!
Bloodninja : Why would I do that?
sweet17 : I can't believe that cops are after you
Bloodninja : I can't believe Santa lets you sit on his lap..
sweet17 : FUCK YOU!!!
Bloodninja : You'd break both of his legs.
sweet17 : You're a FUCKING ASSHOLE!
sweet17 : I've been teased my whole life because of my weight
sweet17 : and you make fun of me when you don't even know me
Bloodninja : Ok. I'm sorry.
sweet17 : No you aren't
Bloodninja : You're right. I'm not.
Bloodninja : HAARRRRR!
sweet17 : I'm done with you
Bloodninja : Aww. I'm sorry.
sweet17 : I'm putting you on ignore
Bloodninja : Wait a sec
Bloodninja : We got off on the wrong foot.
Bloodninja : Wanna start over?
sweet17 : No
Bloodninja : I'll eat your kitty
sweet17 : You'll what?
Bloodninja : You heard me.
Bloodninja : I said I'd eat your kitty.
sweet17 : I thought you said you couldn't get it hard after seeing my picture
Bloodninja : Do I need a hard-on to eat your kitty?
sweet17 : I'd like to know that the man eating me out is excited yes
Bloodninja : Well I'm not like most men.
Bloodninja : I get excited in different ways.
sweet17 : Like what?
Bloodninja : Do you really wanna know?
sweet17 : I don't know
Bloodninja : You have to tell me yes or no.
sweet17 : I'm afraid to
Bloodninja : Why?
sweet17 : cause
Bloodninja : cause why?
sweet17 : well lets see
sweet17 : you say you have sex with turkeys. You call me fat. then you wanna eat me out
sweet17 : doesn't that seem strange to you?
Bloodninja : Nope
sweet17 : well its strange to me
Bloodninja : Fine. I won't do it if you don't want me to
sweet17 : I didn't say that
Bloodninja : So is that a yes?
sweet17 : I guess so.
Bloodninja : Ok. I need your help getting excited though.
Bloodninja : Are you willing?
sweet17 : What do you need me to do?
Bloodninja : I need you talk like a pirate.
sweet17 : ???
Bloodninja : When I start to go limp... you say "HARRRR!!!"
Bloodninja : ok?
Bloodninja : Hello?
sweet17 : You can't be serious
Bloodninja : Oh yes I am!
Bloodninja : It's my fantasy.
sweet17 : this is retarded
Bloodninja : Do you want it or not?
sweet17 : Yes I want it.
Bloodninja : Then you'll do it for me?
sweet17 : sure
Bloodninja : Ok. Here we go.
Bloodninja : I gently remove your panties and being to massage your thighs.
Bloodninja : You get really juicy thinking about my tounge brushing up against them
Bloodninja : I softly begin to tounge your wet kitty.
Bloodninja : I run my tounge up and down your smooth cunt.
sweet17 : mmmm yeah
Bloodninja : uh oh ...going limp.
sweet17 : Har
Bloodninja : You gotta do better than that!
Bloodninja : Your picture was really bad.
sweet17 : HARRRRRRRRRRRR
Bloodninja : Ahhhh. Much better. I feel your kitty get more moist with every stroke.
Bloodninja : I softly suck on your clit bringing it in and out of my mouth.
Bloodninja : Your juices run down my chin as your scent makes its way to my nose.
Bloodninja : I begin to feel empowered by your femininity.
sweet17 : mmmmmm you are good
Bloodninja : I feel your thighs tighten as I suckharder
Bloodninja : going limp
sweet17 : HARRRRRRR
Bloodninja : Mmmm I grab your swelling buttocks in my hands.
Bloodninja : You begin to sway back and forth.
Bloodninja : going limp
sweet17 : this is stupid
Bloodninja : ...still limp
Bloodninja : Do it!
sweet17 : HARRRRRRRRRRRRR
Bloodninja : I turn you around to lick your asshole.
Bloodninja : I pry apart that battleship you call your ass.
Bloodninja : I see poo nuggets hanging from the hair around your ass.
sweet17 : WTF?!?!?
Bloodninja : They stink really bad.
sweet17 : OMG STOP!!!
Bloodninja : I start to get fed up with your ugly ass
Bloodninja : I tear off your wooden peg leg.
Bloodninja : I ram it up your ass.
sweet17 : YOURE A FUCKING PYSCHO!!
Bloodninja : Then I pour hot carmel over your head.
Bloodninja : And turn you into a fucking candy apple...
Bloodninja : I kick you in the face!
sweet17 : FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!
Bloodninja : The celluloid from your cheeks hits the side of the cabin...
Bloodninja : Your parrot flys away.
Bloodninja : ...going limp again.
Bloodninja : Hello?
Bloodninja : Say it!
Bloodninja : HAARRRRRR!!!!!

Wellhung : Hello, Sweetheart . What do you look like?
Sweetheart : I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My :measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung : I'm 6'3" and about 280 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.I'm also :wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.
Sweetheart : I want you.Would you like to screw me?
Wellhung : OK
Sweetheart : We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up :into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Wellhung : I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart : I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Wellhung : Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart : I'm moaning softly.
Wellhung : I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart : I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and :rubbing.
Wellhung : My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse.I'm sorry.
Sweetheart : That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
Wellhung : I'll pay for it.
Sweetheart : Don't worry about it.I'm wearing a lacy black bra.My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and :harder.
Wellhung : I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart : I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses :my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung : How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart : I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Wellhung : I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!
Sweetheart : I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.
Wellhung : I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.
Sweetheart : What?
Wellhung : I'm so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart : I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Wellhung : I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.
Sweetheart : OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung : I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart : I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung : I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.
Sweetheart : What's the matter?
Wellhung : I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.
Sweetheart : Are you OK?
Wellhung : I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.
Sweetheart : Can I help?
Wellhung : I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your :cups?
Sweetheart : In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Wellhung : I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.
Sweetheart : Come back to me, lover.
Wellhung : I'm washing the cup now.
Sweetheart : I'm on the bed arching for you.
Wellhung : I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm :lost. Where's the bedroom?
Sweetheart : Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung : I found it.
Sweetheart : I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung : Me too.
Sweetheart : Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.
Wellhung : Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart Why don't you take off your glasses?
Wellhung : OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart : I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Wellhung : I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart : Hurry back, lover.
Wellhung : I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart : I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
Wellhung : I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart : What's the matter now?
Wellhung : I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling :my way.
Sweetheart : Mmm, yes. Come on.
Wellhung : OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.
Sweetheart : Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
Wellhung : I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.
Sweetheart : I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
Wellhung : I'm flaccid.
Sweetheart : What?
Wellhung : I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
Sweetheart : I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Wellhung : I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.
Sweetheart : No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.
Wellhung : No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair :spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart : I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.
Wellhung : I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm :pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart : Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
Wellhung : Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!

I.F. : You ready yet? Im bearing to go!
SexyKarla17 : Yhea im slipping out of my clothes right now, what do you look like?
I.F. : a Kodiac bear
SexyKarla17 : ?
I.F. : Im soft naked, fuzzy and waiting for you to come mount me
SexyKarla17 : Oh I love cute fuzzy bears, I walk up and get on top of you stroking your soft hair, kissing you gently as my move my :way down your stomach
I.F. : I growl to warm you my cubs are near
SexyKarla17 : huh?
I.F. : Bears get fuckin pumped when anyone is near their cubs
Sexkarla17: yhea hehe dont be silly..
SexyKarla17 : I love how you growl as I continue to kiss you, while taking off your pants.
I.F. : Bears dont wear pants and you should cover yourself in Honey now
SexyKarla17 : hehe you would love to lick that off me huh. I pour honey all over my warm wet body waiting for you to start licking :it off me slowly
I.F. : I sniff the air to see where the sweet scent of the honey is coming from, while slowly snorting and walking towards you
I.F. : I Growl again, and start to bite you
SexyKarla17 : Yhea that feels good..ooooo...not too hard now
I.F. : I bite harder peeling flesh from your stomach, and look up into your eyes to show you my mouth dripping with your warm blood :mixed with honey, I then I let my cubs rip apart your limbs and play with you like a ragdoll.
SexyKarla17 : what the fuck?
I.F. :uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh and im spent.

I.F. : My shit is hard you ready to jump aboard?
1hOttYeVe : oh yhea im so wet right now
I.F. : Why you just shower?
1hOttYeVe : no im wet for you
I.F. : Did you ever play with supersoakers when you were a kid? or that gator shit you would dive and slide down, there was that :badass pool at the end of it.
1hOttYeVe : What the fuck are you talking about? You wanna cyber or not?
I.F. : I do! Sorry...I just didnt know why you were wet...then you say your wet for me, and im thinking I didnt even throw water on :you...
I.F. : Im sorry lets continue!
1hOttYeVe : alright then...I walk over to you and start kissing your neck and chest
I.F. : I pop like 16 boners
1hOttYeVe : what the fuck!
I.F. : what?

Partner6 : So you're really a 18 yr old girl right?
J-Dogg : Yeah, J for Julie.
Partner6 : So whats with the "Dogg"
J-Dogg : Uh, It's cause I'm into the latina gangs and shit. You know, rollin with tha homies and shit.
Partner6 : Oh, uh ok thats cool. So you ever seen a gun?
J-Dogg : Yeah like I got 6 guns.
Partner6 : Thats cool, so you wanna see my gun?
J-Dogg : hehe, of course baby.
Partner6 : I pull off my pants and show you my "gun".
J-Dogg : Ohh, it's so big.
Partner6 : Yeah, what you want to do?
J-Dogg : Umm, i guess stroke it or something.
Partner6 : It likes that.
J-Dogg : aight.
Partner6 : Keep talking to me baby...
J-Dogg : I kiss you on the mouth, hard, but then gently.
Partner6 : Mmmm, daddy like.
J-Dogg : I unzip my pants...
Partner6 : Yes, show me what you got.
J-Dogg : I pull out my schlong, and rub it on your breasts...
Partner6 : WTF?!
J-Dogg : Oh shit, I meant, your schlong! your schlong!
Partner6 : I've had it with you queers trying to cyber me, I only fuck women...
J-Dogg : Shit just don't shoot me man, I wasn't serious about the guns I have, I'm unarmed!
Partner6 : You dipshit.
J-Dogg : I whimper to myself...
J-Dogg : please don't shoot me Mr.

J-Dogg : I see you in line at the supermarket. Our eyes meet.
Partner8 : Who the fuck are you?
J-Dogg : I mouth the words to you, as if in slow motion:
J-Dogg : Fuck me, Fuck me.
J-Dogg : My wishes are like poetry in your eyes. We want this moment to last forever.
Partner8 : OMFG are you trying to cyber me?
J-Dogg : We are like two dancers, for whom the music never stops. I Kiss the top of your hand. You are taken aback by the bulge that :forms in your thigh.
Partner8 : Is that like cancer?
J-Dogg : If cancer is our love, then I hope you don't have the technology of chemotherapy.
Partner8 : Good one romeo.
J-Dogg : You grab the bulge that you feel. you tihink it must be taking over your mind, theres nothing else you can think of. My :tubesteak to you is like a beautiful japanese haiku.
The salmon swim at night.
Towards your room.
The snow and the moon.
Partner8 : that was never a haiku.
J-Dogg : To your light bulb I am the Thomas Edison of your sex. Withought my light you would be lost in a sea of darkness.
Partner8 : That made even less sense than your "haiku"
J-Dogg : So you ready to fuck then?
Partner8 : You unbutton my pants, spew your load at the sight of my underwear, and your spent.
J-Dogg : ...
Partner8 : ?
J-Dogg : I'm spent.

Jdogg : Hey
QT-Pie : Hey
Jdogg : whats goin on
QT-Pie : Nothing. Who are you?
Jdogg : Jdogg . Wanna cyber?
QT-Pie : what does that mean?
Jdogg : what are you wearing?
QT-Pie : T-shirt. Jeans.
Jdogg : Garter belt?
QT-Pie : Ummm...no.
Jdogg : Are we gonna cyber or not?
QT-Pie : uh, okay.
Jdogg : Sweet, I start by rubbing your ass all around. You love this.
Jdogg : You're wet already. I can smell your pussy stink from here.
QT-Pie : WHAT?!
Jdogg : I execute standing position 12 from the Kama Sutra. Passion fills the room. Your head is close to the ceiling fan.
Jdogg : You leave everything to Jdogg.
Jdogg : I am completely inside of you. You are my dick puppet. I put on a little play.
QT-Pie : This is weird. I should go.
Jdogg : I drop you on the ground, and lay a stripe down your back.
QT-Pie : A stripe?
Jdogg : I need a sandwich.
QT-Pie : You're a freak.
Jdogg : I was great. You loved it.

murph_304: hi
murph_304: there
bIond_n_a_vette: hi ya stud
murph_304: hows your cat
bIond_n_a_vette: hungry for your manhood
murph_304: so how did you afford to get a vette..??
bIond_n_a_vette: i worked a lot of hours on my back, want ride me?
bIond_n_a_vette: i am more fun to ride in than my vette
murph_304: Hmmmmm, really?
bIond_n_a_vette: yes
murph_304: how old are you.?
bIond_n_a_vette: 23
murph_304: and what do you look like..??
bIond_n_a_vette: blond, with big tits
murph_304: where are you from..
bIond_n_a_vette: houston
murph_304: damn, a long way away.... but i wish i was there........
bIond_n_a_vette: want to have sex over the phone?
murph_304: it will cost a fortune............
bIond_n_a_vette: ill call you then
bIond_n_a_vette: whats your number?
murph_304: but i'm from sydney, australia
murph_304: not even in the us
bIond_n_a_vette: i dont care, i want to hear your manly voice
murph_304: i cant at the moment...... but add me to your friends list and maybe we can later..
bIond_n_a_vette: its now or never
murph_304: Whats your name anyway
bIond_n_a_vette: Ralph
murph_304: Ralph..????????/
bIond_n_a_vette: Yeah short for Ralphinna
murph_304: You sick bastard go away!
bIond_n_a_vette: But...but...I love you!
murph_304: Ignored!

RaveLuvinBabe: Hi there!
cheesedog: HEYA!
RaveLuvinBabe: What u up 2?
cheesedog: Nice English.
cheesedog: Did you learn that on the short bus?
RaveLuvinBabe: Get fucked
cheesedog: I'm just joking relax
RaveLuvinBabe:
cheesedog: What's your name?
RaveLuvinBabe: Whats yours?
cheesedog: I asked you first.
RaveLuvinBabe: I asked you second
cheesedog: Did I time just warp to middle school?
RaveLuvinBabe: huh
cheesedog: Never mind. My name is Johnny
cheesedog: Johnny Cheesedog
RaveLuvinBabe: Thats not your real name
cheesedog: Why isn't that my real name?
RaveLuvinBabe: No one has the name Cheesedog as a last name
cheesedog: Well I do. Whats wrong with it?
RaveLuvinBabe: Nothin i suppose
RaveLuvinBabe: Is that your real pic in that av?
cheesedog: Yes it is
RaveLuvinBabe: Very handsome
cheesedog: Thanks
RaveLuvinBabe: You kinda look like eminem
cheesedog: Fuck you.
RaveLuvinBabe: HEY! I meant that in a good way
RaveLuvinBabe: I think eminem is hot!
cheesedog: Oh. You think I'm hot?
RaveLuvinBabe: Yeah
cheesedog: What do you look like?
cheesedog: Do you have a pic?
RaveLuvinBabe: I don't show my picture to anyone
cheesedog: Why not?
RaveLuvinBabe: Cause I'm ugly
cheesedog: I won't make fun of you
RaveLuvinBabe: Its not that. I just don't like my looks
cheesedog: So you have no self-esteem, huh?
cheesedog: Is that what you're saying?
RaveLuvinBabe: I just don't think I'm pretty
cheesedog: Let me be the judge of that.
RaveLuvinBabe: Nahhh
cheesedog: Then describe yourself.
RaveLuvinBabe: Why do u wanna know what I look like?
cheesedog: Because I think you're nice
cheesedog: I want to picture you in my head while I'm talking to you.
RaveLuvinBabe: LMAO!! You don't want 2 picture me. Trust me
cheesedog: Why not?
RaveLuvinBabe: I told you. I'm ugly.
cheesedog: Well... I think you're beautiful on the inside.
RaveLuvinBabe: You don't even know me
cheesedog: I'm a pretty good judge of character
RaveLuvinBabe: Then why do u need 2 see me?
cheesedog: I just wanted to know thats all
cheesedog: If you aren't comfortable with it... thats fine.
RaveLuvinBabe: You don't understand
cheesedog: Is it that bad?
RaveLuvinBabe: YESSSSS
cheesedog: Ok then. I'm gonna picture you as Weezy from the Jeffersons.
cheesedog: She is the bomb!
cheesedog: She makes me hot just thinking about her!
RaveLuvinBabe: Wheezy?
cheesedog: Yep. Weezy.
RaveLuvinBabe: Who is that?
cheesedog: George's wife.
RaveLuvinBabe: Who is george
cheesedog: George Jefferson. From the Jeffersons.
cheesedog: Are you fucking deaf?
RaveLuvinBabe: Who are the Jeffersons?
cheesedog: Oh lord. Here we go
RaveLuvinBabe: wut?
cheesedog: You don't know who the Jeffersons are?
RaveLuvinBabe: Should I?
cheesedog: Yes.
RaveLuvinBabe: Well I don't.
cheesedog: FISH DONT FRY IN THE KITCHEN! BEANS DONT BURN ON THE GREEEELL...
RaveLuvinBabe: huhhh?
cheesedog: TOOK A WHOOOOLE LOTTA LU UH VINNNN. JUST TO GET UP THAT HEEEELL
RaveLuvinBabe: Wut the hell are you saying?
cheesedog: Hold on a second
cheesedog: Here you go. *PIC*
RaveLuvinBabe: Thats her?
cheesedog: Yep
RaveLuvinBabe: I don't look anything like that
cheesedog: SHUT UP! You're ruining my fantasy!
RaveLuvinBabe: LOL. You're funny.
cheesedog: What's funny?
RaveLuvinBabe: u r
cheesedog: I'm glad I entertain you
RaveLuvinBabe: me 2
cheesedog: So if you don't look like Weezy, what do you look like?
RaveLuvinBabe: u don't give up do u?
cheesedog: Never
RaveLuvinBabe: I'm the exact opposite of her
cheesedog: ???
RaveLuvinBabe: I'm very white
cheesedog: Thats cool, my white anti-soul sista'
RaveLuvinBabe: LOL
cheesedog: I can dig white chicks too, I guess.
RaveLuvinBabe: I'm whiter than most
cheesedog: really?
RaveLuvinBabe: I'm an albino
cheesedog: a what?
RaveLuvinBabe: u don't know what that is?
cheesedog: I've heard the word before
RaveLuvinBabe: I have no pigment in my skin, eyes or hair
RaveLuvinBabe: So I'm all white
cheesedog: This is bullshit
RaveLuvinBabe: I'm serious!
RaveLuvinBabe: You've never seen an albino before?
cheesedog: No. Where do they live? Albinia?
RaveLuvinBabe: No, we live all over.
cheesedog: Then how come I've never seen any
RaveLuvinBabe: Lucky I suppose
cheesedog: Send me your picture. I wanna know what an albino looks like.
RaveLuvinBabe: I'll send you a picture of one but not me
cheesedog: Ok
RaveLuvinBabe: Here u go *PIC*
cheesedog: Whoa. Thats freaky
RaveLuvinBabe: See why I don't send my picture out?
cheesedog: there's nothing wrong with it.
cheesedog: It doesn't make you ugly
cheesedog: This chick is kind of hot actually.
RaveLuvinBabe: Thank u
cheesedog: No problem
cheesedog: Her, not you. I don't know what you look like.
RaveLuvinBabe: Are you gonna be on in 3 hours?
cheesedog: Yes
RaveLuvinBabe: I have to go to the mall with my sister
RaveLuvinBabe: Will you be here when I get back?
cheesedog: Sure. Then I'll sex you up.
RaveLuvinBabe: Gee thanks. LOL
cheesedog: I'm serious
RaveLuvinBabe: We'll see.
cheesedog: Yes we will.
RaveLuvinBabe: Bye for now!
cheesedog: Make sure you wear some sunscreen.
RaveLuvinBabe:
About 3 hours later...
RaveLuvinBabe: HEY!
cheesedog: Hello there
RaveLuvinBabe: I'm back
cheesedog: Have fun at the mall?
RaveLuvinBabe: Yeah. I got some new shoes
cheesedog: Interesting
RaveLuvinBabe: Not really. Just shoes
cheesedog: You ready to be sexed up now?
RaveLuvinBabe: LOL
cheesedog: Is that a yes?
RaveLuvinBabe: Could be
RaveLuvinBabe:
cheesedog: HOT DAMN!
cheesedog: I gently suck your nipples
cheesedog: I feel them get hard then I jam my hand down your pants
RaveLuvinBabe: WOAH! Slow down cowboy
cheesedog: Why?
RaveLuvinBabe: I'm not just gonna cyber with you if thats all you want
cheesedog: What do you mean?
RaveLuvinBabe: You're not going to ignore me later are you?
cheesedog: Of course not.
cheesedog: I like you.
RaveLuvinBabe: I don't even know how old you are.
cheesedog: I'm 27. Now...
cheesedog: I gently massage your breasts with my rough hands
cheesedog: I roll your nipples between my fingers
RaveLuvinBabe: WAIT!
cheesedog: They get hard again... what?
RaveLuvinBabe: Don't you wanna know anything about me first?
RaveLuvinBabe: Like what I like?
cheesedog: Oh yeah. Sure. Hurry up.
RaveLuvinBabe: That didn't sound convincing.
cheesedog: YES I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!
RaveLuvinBabe: Now u r being a smartass
RaveLuvinBabe: Just give me a minute
cheesedog: ok
RaveLuvinBabe: I'm back
cheesedog: np
RaveLuvinBabe: thank you
cheesedog: So what do you like?
RaveLuvinBabe: Ummmm being licked
cheesedog: Where?
RaveLuvinBabe: Everywhere
cheesedog: Any place in particular?
RaveLuvinBabe: uhhh yeah
cheesedog: tell me
RaveLuvinBabe: on my clit
cheesedog: OK!
cheesedog: NOW YOU'RE TALKIN!
RaveLuvinBabe: I also like being done from behind
cheesedog: Ooooooohhhh.
cheesedog: Ok. Check this out.
cheesedog: We're in an abandoned building.
cheesedog: No is around. Its all quiet.
RaveLuvinBabe: Uh huh
cheesedog: I gently unbutton your pants and slide my hand across your clit
cheesedog: You get all warm and juicy.
cheesedog: I slip your panties down and continue to massage your pussy
RaveLuvinBabe: oooohh mmmm
cheesedog: I place my mouth on your pussy as I eat you from behind
cheesedog: I wiggle my tounge around across your moist hole
RaveLuvinBabe: yessss
cheesedog: I cover your ears with my hands as I eat you.
cheesedog: Egon and Ray sneak in from the back.
cheesedog: *Powering up Proton packs*
RaveLuvinBabe: ???
cheesedog: Then... Egon BLASTS your pasty white ass!!
cheesedog: POW!! BZZZZZTTTTTPHTTTTTT!!!
cheesedog: Winston and Peter set up the containment trap....
RaveLuvinBabe: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!!!
cheesedog: You wiggle around in the proton streams buck naked
cheesedog: The streams almost cross! Look out!!
cheesedog: Peter smacks you across the chin with his gun
cheesedog: They open the trap and it sucks your pale ass in!
RaveLuvinBabe: This isn't funny johnny!
cheesedog: SHUT UP! YOUR CAUGHT!
cheesedog: **puts you in the containment area**
cheesedog: Slimer is in there too...
RaveLuvinBabe: YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE!
cheesedog: I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!
cheesedog: Now...Slimer sticks his green, slimey cock in your pigmentless ass.
cheesedog: **HE SLIMES YOU!**
RaveLuvinBabe: Never talk to me again!
cheesedog: He cums all over your hair... but no one notices cause its the same color
RaveLuvinBabe: FUCK YOUUUU
cheesedog: He eats a powdered donut!
RaveLuvinBabe: SHUT UP AND FUCK YOUUUU!!!!!
cheesedog: o wait! It was your hand, you scary, white whore!
RaveLuvinBabe: LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
cheesedog: Chill out, Casper. You're trapped, I said.
cheesedog: Slimer goes to lick your clit.
cheesedog: But there is already slime on it!!
cheesedog: Slimer thinks you are a cheater and gets jealous!!
cheesedog: HE RIPS YOUR WHITE TITS OFF!
RaveLuvinBabe: FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!
cheesedog: **Plays volleyball with them**
RaveLuvinBabe:

evil_sarah: So you like bbws?
RobInHood: Nope...I Luv BBW"S...;o)))
evil_sarah: You're sort of cute.
RobInHood: ThanXXX...;o)))
RobInHood: Am Truly Honored...
evil_sarah: You look like you really know how to handle a woman like me.
RobInHood: 24/7...........;o)))
evil_sarah: So what would you do to me if I was there right now?
RobInHood: cover you in cane syrup and start licking you from your toes up to your ears...
evil_sarah: Mmmmm. That sounds good. Then what?
RobInHood: rub you down with baby oil and make HOT SLIPPERY LOVE to You For Hours...
evil_sarah: I only have 5 toes.
evil_sarah: Is that a problem for you?
RobInHood: is ok with me...
evil_sarah: Ok.
evil_sarah: I lost one of my legs in Desert Storm.
evil_sarah: They didn't show any of it on CNN, but it was hell over there.
evil_sarah: I was really in the shit.
RobInHood: am a vet also...
evil_sarah: yeah. From what war?
RobInHood: Nam Era...
evil_sarah: Really?
evil_sarah: You kill a lot of gooks over there?
RobInHood: some...was in Armor...a Tanker...
evil_sarah: You kill any women and children?
RobInHood: not that I Know of...
evil_sarah: I did.
evil_sarah: I hit them with the flame thrower.
evil_sarah: They tried to tell me they were civilians but I knew better.
evil_sarah: So I torched them.
evil_sarah: One of them threw a grenade and blew off one of my legs.
RobInHood: was pretty lucky...came back "Almost" like I left...
evil_sarah: What do you mean "Almost"?
RobInHood: still think about tymes...there...but ok Physically...
evil_sarah: Yeah? Did you ever make a neclace out of ears?
RobInHood: you never really forget...
evil_sarah: I did.
RobInHood: no...tried very hard to keep my Sanity...
evil_sarah: I still have a finger neclace that I wear every day.
evil_sarah: It stunk for a while but now it's just like a bunch of beef jerky.
RobInHood: did not get to bring anything back...
evil_sarah: They didn't want to let me keep it on the transport back so I had to hide it in my ass.
evil_sarah: It hurt. The fingernails kept scratching me.
evil_sarah: Let's not talk about those times.
evil_sarah: You were just about to oil up my stump.
RobInHood: ok...
evil_sarah: Keep going. Tell me what you would do next.
RobInHood: completely lost the mode...sorry...
RobInHood: mood...
evil_sarah: Come on. Pretend I'm one of those Saigon whores.
RobInHood: mind kinda wonders off to those tymes...
RobInHood: they were not really all that hot...alll skin and bones...
RobInHood: not cuddly at all...
evil_sarah: Tell me I'm a slut and pull my hair.
RobInHood: I like to do that...;o)))
evil_sarah: What's up with that link on your profile? You have herpes?
RobInHood: yes...one thing I did get to bring back...
evil_sarah: I got it too from Kuwait.
evil_sarah: No big deal. I can deal with it.
RobInHood: me also...
evil_sarah: Does yours itch?
RobInHood: am pretty lucky...only a few tymes a yr...
evil_sarah: Sometimes i can't tell if it's the herpes or the vaginosis. But it itches like crazy.
evil_sarah: It smells horrible too. Like a burning tire.
evil_sarah: So come on. You were in the middle of oiling me up.
evil_sarah: Let's get it on.
RobInHood: Sorry ...maybe some other tyme...maybe???
evil_sarah: No. Come on. You got me all excited now.
evil_sarah: Don't you want to have cyber sex with me?
RobInHood: can not concentrate right now...
evil_sarah: Why not?
evil_sarah: You're not having flashbacks to the Nam are you?
RobInHood: not really flashbacks...just bad memeories
evil_sarah: Like what?
evil_sarah: You hearing voices?
evil_sarah: You got gooks in the peremiter?
RobInHood: you always hear their voices and see their faces...but worst yet is when the faces
RobInHood: you see is their Death Face...not when they were alive...
evil_sarah: Oh yeah. Now your're getting me hot. Keep going.
evil_sarah: I'm sucking on one of the fingers from my neclace right now. Hello?
RobInHood: have to hit the showers. Got to get up for work tomorrow.
evil_sarah: No don't go!
evil_sarah: I'm almost finished.
evil_sarah: I'm fingering my self with one of the bigger ones from my neclace.
RobInHood: don't have tyme
evil_sarah: This fuckign vaginosois. Makes it look like it's covered with cottage cheese.
RobInHood: sounds nice. Bye.
evil_sarah: You pussy!
evil_sarah: A real man would at least finish a woman off.
evil_sarah: You have no backbone.
RobInHood: But I love you! You are a bbw!!
evil_sarah: That's why you couldn't bring yourself to torch those women and kids In the Nam.
evil_sarah: I once burned a kid to death with a pack of matched
evil_sarah: because my flamethrower was out of gas.
RobInHood: Bye.
evil_sarah: I smuggled one guy's brains back in a mayonnaise jar.
evil_sarah: I put it on crackers and eat it at special occasions.
RobInHood: You're sick. Goodbye.
evil_sarah: Mostly on Holidays. I don't have much left.
evil_sarah: Are you still there?
evil_sarah: ANSWER ME!