Poemranker [Replying] Fri May 03 07:47:15 PDT 2024

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deviant conveniences (Free verse) by J.B. Manning

We had unprotected sex Knowing youâre infected Your cum-fungus blistered my flesh On contact Memories of you resonate in my mind Like water on windows Certainty fades like Daylight and looking back is easyâ¦fore-site blinding Love is addictive and Iâm broken I want to Tie your pubic hair in knots and hang you on your contemplation Every time You say goodbye.

zodiac

2-May-04/11:38 AM

The assumption that I'm in some kind of tizzy over this discussion, leading me to fling "personal insults" heedlessly in any direction, is utterly preposterous. If I have 'personally insulted' you (by which you must mean "you are as foolish as you seem" from two comments ago) it's because I like personal insults of that sort and use them on everyone.

Concerning your point 1., you're right. I was on my way to delete that comment when I saw yours. As far as your point 2., what supreme stupidity. If you were to ask me (which you haven't) what I find simplistic and trite about your world-view, one of my first answers would be your idea that the alternative to your system of beliefs is some kind of (inevitably self-destructive) hedonism "based [solely] on the desires of the flesh."

No, wait, you didn't say that; you just said that if you didn't have your system of beliefs, you'd choose hedonistic gluttony, which is doubly idiotic.

You ask, "Why are you so caught up on mine?" Mostly because it's only slightly less boring than the Irigaray I'm supposed to be reading.

You ask, "What is it that you believe in?" That ninety-nine percent of philosophical/religious discussions really have no more bearing on my life than a) I'm still young enough to find them mildly entertaining, and b) there's the very real possibility of my being beaten to death or otherwise horribly killed by some true believer in something or other, but not enough for me to waste my time worrying about. The possibility of an afterlife doesn't make me any more or less inclined to be generally nice to other people, nor does Xeno's paradox prevent me from suddenly drawing my wife down onto the couch for a quick midafternoon screw.

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