Dovina
on Bookends by INTRANSIT
16 May 2005, 12:38 PM
Clever!
Weâve had enough discussions that you know the tack I will follow. First I will point out that your two questions in Paragraph 2 contain propositions constructed to render any answer wrong. Iâve come to expect that and will answer in some roundabout way, which you will object to on grounds I did not answer your question.
So Iâll begin with Paragraph 1, because itâs so obviously bogus as to be easily shot down. Of course, I JUST MADE HIM UP, and of course you have seen men crying and seen their breasts wobble and their stomachs sway, so whatâs the big deal?
Iâll try to ignore the implications of your main argument, the way it is worded with phrases like âall womenâ and âyou thinkâ and â exactly the same asâ designed to aggravate me, and instead get to the core of what you are saying.
The average woman is not totally controlled by emotion, nor does she worship it as a god. We devote time to sentimental activities, and think itâs important to recognize our emotions, but trainwrecks? Sorry, but most of us do control our emotions, many of us much better than men do on average.
Your argument is beautiful in a rhetorical way, but quite inaccurate.
Thanks. You're right, I will.
Alice, there are many who await you in earnest in the depths of this chaotic rabbit hole. You need not a partner, all is good and safe... if thou art a madman ofcourse.
It touched me. I think it is a beautiful poem.
You owe me two bucks for using my Rabbit hole. I'll take a discount on your book.
The wavering oboe went Star-warsy on me for some reason. Cardboeard ghosttown/saturated survival rock.
But what I really whant to know is: are you Hagarian or Rothian?
Are you trying for a sonnet? Look at Beam Reach and compare it to The Catamaran. Both are mine, the catamaran being the first draft. You can hear the diff easily. " A comrade of the yawning deep " is excellent. 8. Hit it again.
I did not betray my friend Damien by publishing this filth.
Good - not sure about the use of a / in the poem it leads to a question without the tell tale sign of a ? to signify such. However it still throughs some awesome shapes.
Disappointing.
If I may be allowed to interupt and exposulate forth an opinion; The two most important aspects in a relationship are oral sex and anal sex. A willingness on behalf of both parties to willingly give the other partner oral sex will ensure a happy, lomng lasting relationship, a willingness to submit to anal sex may allow for initial excitement but will, after a period of months/year, create such revulsion as to render the relationship a disgustingly sagged Dovina.
'Why? First of all,
Monco never kills for the money'
A surefire poem-killer
Hint: Jeans/Genes
No, I haven't seen that old man. BECAUSE YOU'VE JUST MADE HIM UP.
One's emotional state is clearly a significant part of one's overall health. Nobody has denied that. But if women are so in touch with their emotions, why are all women emotional trainwrecks? Why don't you have any idea how to control them?
You've all become so obsessed with the word "emotions" that you worship it as a god. You allow your life to be totally controlled by the slightest feeling, because "it's important to recognise your emotions." You devote huge amounts of time to sentimental nonsense like making scrapbooks and quilts, attempting to nail down an emotion so you can have it over and over again, as if it were a kind of rare mystical experience.
You think of crying as a beautiful religious ceremony, because when you cry, you're in complete submission to an emotion. Complete submission isn't beautiful. It's disgusting. It's spineless. It shows you have no control over your self, and what's worse, that you're glad to have no control. You relish the opportunity to be washed away in a sea of feelings, because it means you don't have to think, you don't have to try, you just have to weep like the jellied-eel you are. And you encourage each other to do this, because it feels better to be weak when everyone around you is also weak.
Your relation to emotions is exactly the same as the relation of a hypochondriac to diseases. There is an enormous difference between recognising the role of emotions, and devoting your existence to floundering among them. You, my dear, have chosen the latter.
Oh. Didn't see 'meta-ku'. Whatever that stands for.