Spanking Time: Line up! Date Thursday, April 18, 2024 - 04:07 PM PST Topic Entertainment I logged into shmeng this morning, read my array of fan mail (hah!) and went about the usual. Cleaning up garbage, mostly. I noticed, "WOW, there are 10 submissions, there must be something here to publish!" There was not. Time once again for public ridicule and scorn (or just some fun). Alright, never mind. I wrote that WEEKS ago, and just haven't been able to stomach going through all these posts. I skimmed them and made a quick comment. I figured for fun we could make this a group project. I'm going to start with my favorite of the bunch. Read on, you perverted unruly bunch. As customary, you can find my comments after each story. (In italics) masturbation blahs have you ever been so depressed and bored that you just sit around and masturbate all day? then by the end of the day you're just so bored with masturbating and smut in general, but you do it anyway just to pass the time? come to think of it, by the end of the day arent you just a little sore? hmm...takes all the fun out of self pleasuring...makes you want to see your boy (or girl) and just fuck their brains out..once your 'special areas' have time to recooperate that is... thats just been my day i'm going to go shave my palms x This one has so much potential because it's about masturbation. I challenge someone (or the original authoer) to take this theme and expand upon it. c'mon, I know one of you would do a great job. _ ...sing it soft, for the song is wild... if i may interject something here...*ahem* there are times... when everyone stares out into the world and realizes it will continue on without them. it is that moment which forces people to leave a legacy, and it's the legacy that creates civilization. it was survival that forced humans to acquire more information. it was information that gave birth to awareness and it was awareness that gave birth to perception. and that will be as far back as any sentient thing will be able to trace. the birth of the universe didn't take place until someone relized they were inside of it. and thus : i want to scream at the world on occasion.. it's so bleeding simple why can't they see it? i tell them one thing, then another ,and another, and i assuredly put the pieces together...they are ALL correct - why doesn't anyone seem to realize there is always more than one truth to anything? the ultimate truth is a lie, a fiction made up of insecure people hoping after the answer to existance. existance has many reasons, the most primary of which, as we all know, is simply TO EXIST... the product of that existance is determined in one of a hundred ways. one could argue that the point of life is to make memories, and that at the end of life, you are only a product of said memories. hence the brain exists only to justify that you were, at one point, alive. but if the purpose of life is to make memories, then you are defined by the actions you take within the context of others. you can't judge yourself based on a lack of criteria, so you need people and associations to give you bonds so that your memories can be evaluated and ergo you can be alive. so now life is no longer about memories, but rather the contact you have with people, and where the memory supports those contacts. or we could say that the purpose of existance is to one day not exist... and that the whole point to any of our lives is that we don't have to go through this whole bloody mess again, wherein our memories are just a record; proof that we existed... amoebas have no memories.. they have function, purpose and drive. we as humans feel like we need a purpose ... i think we've had one all along but we are just too arrogant to realize it. people struggle to ... god knows what. one friend, desperatly clinging to anything to remind him he can escape reality or someone to bond with or anything to not be alone... so scared of alone... another, too beaten down to even register as a human being...rather die than move. no longer a sloth but a statue. the boy, beating his head against the brick walls of his own constriants, fighting constantly to work away from his own emotion - trying desperately not to feel...not to leak like a sieve... me...well I can't even explain what i fear - myself, the pain, the pleasure, the beautifultoxicperfectleechingpoison... and that is just my household.... so many people...and there is no good, no evil, no lines. hinge... the key to a structure's flexibility. without it there is a static lack of motion. a suffocating position that never changes. it is the adaptibility of the human race that makes us feared, and it is with this hinge that we are climbing towards god-hood. cracked at times, fragile in creation, and vicious in affect. like all things, it wears and tears with age and weight as time rolls on. reality tries to stay our hinge with this pressure and weight. clarity is often defined as purpose, and the wicked are by far those with the most purpose. so who in their right mind would wish for clarity? the forsaken do. we are the key to awareness and the path of dreams. we are the whispered fear and a loved surprise. we are duality. duality is a step towards god-hood. god-hood is a step toward clarity. clarity is a step towards purpose. understanding your purpose is a step towards evil. thus, gods shall always appear evil and those that follow their paths, demons. ... this is what happens when my mind races and when i realize how much people are asking of me.. this is why i am attempting to learn not to think. I'm going to go with callei's philosphy here, and just tell you to get laid _ a tale that only make sense to me. and so, despite all the bright forces in the world i became the night although i was the only one chosen to do so. i prefer to be alone. and all the people in this world can go fuck every person in the world. they wont matter when their corpse is found on the abandoned street and all their family comes around to weep. their tears only reflect their fears about what shall befall them on the other side. where i live. my home for i am that side. if it only makes sense to you, just sit there silently and look pretty _ People are so adorable... People are so adorable, so adorable they can make me vommit. Have you ever played a MUD (multi-user dungeon, roleplaying stuff) anyone (if done so or not, this can apply to real life very well)? Anyway, I auction an item I have there and someone goes off trying to be cute by smarting off in the gossip channel. He smarts off on how the items is useless and such and it's "gay" that I am auctioning it (gaw that's an overused word, no offense to those who like to use it). Yes, we all have opinions on things, but that gives no reason for someone to dog you in the gossip channel because you don't like something. I'm sure people have better things to do, then again, maybe I'm wrong and they're truly idiots. Civilization isn't...well...civilization. People still think they're in the Stone Age in their King of the Hill megalomania. How does this apply? Simple, he needs to put someone down so he can get "to the top." To me he is being lower than he thinks, but eh. Yes, we are not perfect. We're...human. So I took the situation light-heartedly and just shrugged him off. But there's another thing I must add that does give me a slight annoyance (though I am taking an apathetic approach recently): someone else joins in and thinks the people who actually stood up for me was actually being mean by telling him to screw off. Now, what is wrong with this picture? I see a contradiction, but maybe I'm the blind one. I would have smarted off back, but obviously, he was not important enough. :) Am I wrong in anyway? www.livejournal.com, or, for the ultra hip goth www.deadjournal.com. That's all I have to say. _ Tool is cool, the battle of Tool boxes against the Administration As a major Tool fan I was appalled when this happened at our school. On a normal soul-scaring day at school I was sitting in my English class gouging my eyes out from boredom when my friend came up to me. She begins to talk about something with a very hateful attitude. Knowing her this was not normal. I tried to calm her down but she kept yelling and cussing. When our teacher returned to class she settled down a little. I passed her a note. “What is wrong with you? I asked trying not to piss her off.Nathan, they sent him to A.E.P.(Alternative education program, like J.J., but in school) What for? She replied in big letters His Tool shirt. I grew with rage. The administration says that the word tool means penis. I was pissed off to say the least. I was walking from English to my next class with her talking about it all the way when I suddenly saw him, the ass from hell (another story). Jason was walking from his class with a Tool shirt inside out. What the fuck? I said to him. We started fighting and I got really close to kicking his ass. I talked with all of my friends about it and I even went to the principal. Nothing I did got him out of A.E.P., put I did stand up for him and myself. Jason and I didn't get in a fight this year but I did show him who is bigger. I just want to know what dictionary did he look up Tool in to find the meaning penis. What a pervert, hopefully one day if I work hard enough I can get his ass fired. Oh well just another day in my sick sad world. While this may seem sucky, there are biggger injustices, especially in high school. "Tool" is slang for penis. _ Annoying Preps I am SOO completely sick of people who don't know when to shut up, can't figure out when someone is pissed off and keep coming back to talk to you when you tell them blunty to go away! I'm online on AIM and I'm talking to my friend out in Cali that I sadly didn't get to visit this summer. Well this girl "Trit" as they call her IM's me and starts talking to me, she never talks to me, she hates me. She says, "you should come swimming!!" I asked why. She said, "because its fun!" I stared at the screen wondering how her telling me that swimming is fun could ever get me to go swimming with her. I wanted to reach through the screen and slap her for some odd reason, she just seemed to perky to my liking. Anyway, she said, "you haven't been swimming this summer", I said "so" and she told me that I 'don't know what it's like.' Hello, it's a pool, it's full of water and bugs, you jump in and you swim around. Wow. Amazing. I could never comprehend the full meaning of that. I'm just a little irritated at the moment... this one seems to scream journal entry also, please whine in your journal _ Why you should never date preps I live in the country, but I go to school in a small town with kids who are all the same. Here's a little story with reasons why you should never date preps accompanying it. On March 23rd I was asked out by a prep named "Andrew". March 23rd also happens to be my birthday and I was highly suspicious of birthday pranks so I gave him a hard time. Finally, I said yes. Well its been 3 months and some days and he flew to Nevada on the 18th of June. He just got back about 2 days ago and he told me he'd call me right away, no call yet. So, this indicates that preps are losers who don't know how to use the telephone. I also, have reason to believe that he could have or did cheat on me while in Nevada, he buckles quickly under peer pressure. Previously he almost broke up with me for a girl named Amy who is also a prep because the guys were telling him to. I should have dumped him then. He hasn't really been talking to me anymore so we've had problems under the surface building up. It almost seems like he's ashamed of me, and that would make him an even bigger loser because he's scared of what other people think. I knew I made a bad choice in going out with him so that makes it entirely my fault. But hey, I learned my lesson. Well, there you have it, never date preps because: 1. they dont call 2. they are scared of what other people think 3. they dont really make time for you 4. they're unloyal Now, this is from my own experience so don't get angry if you date preps. I'm giving up on dating for a while, until I find a nice goth guy. honey, what clothes you wear and which kids you hang out with has nothing to do with any of these things, and I'm sure you know that. An asshole is an asshole. Now, scoot off to your journal and write about it there _ Gotta love cowards. :) Is there difference between chicken-shits, people who put the full blame on another, and people who talk shit on you? I don't see one anymore, but I guess it varies (as in if you told the person shit in their face before or you would if you guys had any contact), but all in all...they're all the same to me. My grandma, as much as I love her, is one of these. Mother called me from a hotel and wanted to talk to my grandma, and my grandma was not around, so what did we both do? Hang up on eachother. When my grandma came home, I told her my mom called, and she asked, "Did you get her number?" I said, "No." She then said, "You're suppose to get her number!" I shrugged. Then she started ranting in Vietamnee to her sister and my cousin was sitting here translating to me. What did she translate? Well, grandma was yelling at me in Vietamnese calling me stupid girl. How the fuck was I suppose to know my grandma wanted me to get my mom's cell phone number? She didn't say, "If she calls get her number." Not that I remember, at least. Geez, she has to complain about something. I mean I complain too, but not like her. After a while, she started to blame shit on my cousin (saying she was suppose to do something and she didn't). She HAS to blame someone. She ALWAYS has to blame someone. For the time, she's on my coward list. Can't you blame me? I know there was a lot of ranting and bitching-n-moaning in that story, but can't you blame me? I'm tired of these cowards, and they'll only populate more of their kind. Gah, glad I am not like that anymore. I blame people, but if it was partly my fault, I at least admit it. Ok, I haven't a fucking clue what you're going on about. call this person, call that person, gak! figure it out and then defer to the advice in my previous comment I said this was going to be a group project, so post your comments. This doesn't mean outright abuse. Put the subject line of the one you're commenting on into the comment's subject line box. Names have not been included to protect the guilty. If you'd like to take credit for your writing, go right ahead -ick This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=375