I care not why people have sex, so why I post stupid posts about stupid sex surveys is beyond me. I honestly can think of nothing less interesting than someone telling me why they make love.
Eight Million Iraqis in Need of Urgent Aid, yea we have created one travesty upon another travesty.
We kill differently.
I sometimes no longer care about politics, or this society I live in. All of this is unlikely to change in my lifetime. Waves of antagonism and ambivalence beat on a formerly harmonious surf.
I sometime feel like going gonzo on this blog, writing total gibberish on the pages here.
What about you?
Ever feel like just going gonzo on your blog?
I once was a proper young woman. That ended my first year of college when some asshole grabbed me from behind, covered my mouth with his hands and tried to pull me in to his dorm room.
I called him some random dirty word, kicked him in the testicles and hand. Broke his thumb.
Things have never been the same since I got the power. Since I realized my legs were killing machines.
Ruk is gone, closed up shop.
Waking Finnegan never came back.
Mizzy B is still MIA after her move…
But Rio is back in some way, I think maybe. 
Must be quiet so she doesn’t fly.
I miss the old days.
I sound like my grandmother.
The one that didn’t die.
We can’t go back, but despite it all I still love John Malkovich.
your blog or mine, sermonizing time
my fingers stroke the keyboard, which bleeds the words
action seldom comes from bleeding words
I am a little disappointed that you don’t care at all why people have sex… no even a little?
I am glad to hear you kicked that guy’s ass.
Are you drinking right now?
I love J. Malkovich too… but his best movie was Dangerous Liaisons… which is oddly enough… about sex… and power…
Is this a rambling comment?
I love Coop.
G’night.
People themselves can get you down. Sometimes you try to help and you get kicked. Lots of times you get beat up and have to kick back to survive.
Our base instincts, sex probably included to tie it all together, too often override our our logic and our capacity to choose right action.
Well, at least someone’s going to start shipping bibles with newspapers. That outta help.…. (I can’t find my sarcasm off button)… excuse me.…
I get nostaligic for my early months of blogging — I love the movie Being John Malkovich. Talking about sex is boring. I want pictures and videos.
Too bad you didn’t break the asshole’s testicles too.
Melancholy comes to mind, the rawness of yourself in this posts speaks volumes of truth, echoing ‘I am only human’. Life is bond to get us down once in awhile. Reflections of the past can be like sledgehammers on our emotions, crushing our souls — leaving us to long for ‘once upon a time’, or best to forget, or giving us faint hope for the future. Either way perhaps we can’t help but wonder, “What’s it all about, Alfie?” Ironically Alfie is an arrangement of letters for ‘a life’. Nonetheless; we must sit sometimes and stew in our own despair so to speak, liken a sex survey, we survey ourselves and our surroundings. Some may suggest a bottle of PMS pills right about now. But those of us who have been where you are understand that this is beyond the endless list of acronyms of Pass My Shotgun, Power Money Sex, Martinique Socialist Party, and perhaps more so bordering on a Personal Mission Statement. Might you ferment with a few salt-lined martinis and soak up some Pink Floyd til the moon clears. I personally enjoy “Eating Me Away” by Skillet. Or the theme from the Pack Man Song!
I can think of plenty of less interesting things, and I’ve probably posted about a few of them.
I like to think I go gonzo now and then, especially when talking about the sorts of bodily harm I would inflict on such an asshole.
I miss the old days too. Before half of my friends disappeared.
I’m glad you’re still here
The “power” is a good thing. Especialy if one uses it wisely. You used it when it was needed. Good job!
You better read my reason.
I know you are against the “good post” comments but give me a little break here.
I liked this post.
I don’t know why, back to the way you were but older and better.
I remember your fascination with Malkovich. Always thought it was a little strange.
The ambivalance towards politics is to be expected. Even the people who work day after day in politics often want to walk away and live among people who will tell them the truth to their face and not want anything in return. I hope it isn’t worrying you. I think it is a sign of growth and movement towards a more interior way of changing the system.
Your statement about MIA bloggers makes me think of a blues song I was listening to last night called “Six Strings Gone.”
Ahh, well, I’m still here for you
I’m reading your comments and don’t know what to add.
Today is one of the days I want to go gonzo on my blog and then nuke it
I honestly would nuke it if you were no longer here
Was more fun before. Now it’s just one large social network, I’m so popular, thing.
A refreshingly maudlin post cooper.
An almost an oxymoron, I know.
The other choice was calling it maudlin, and that would have given the impression I didn’t like it.
What is it about John Malkovich? Many women find him fascinating, and I don’t get it.
You give good gonzo. I keep my own Gonzo under the bridge waiting on billy goats. In light of recent events I’m thinking of moving it to someone’s closet.
I just like to follow Doug. He gives good something
Can go on about Malkovich but will spare you
I think the intimacy and fun in discovering new blogs has gone out
Don’t mind at all being added to your blogalog community – didn’t really read the emails from them – everytime I comment on a blog or lurk, I get added to a new community – resent that. But.…
The co-worker on my left has been talking about himself for the last 3 hours. He drives me crazy and my head is about to explode. So finally I told him I wasn’t his psychiatrist and I wasn’t his union rep. and he needed to leave me alone, so now he lurks near the computer, watching me. And I thought my violent days are over.
All part of the process, compassion fatigue included, just send $19.99 now. Order today using a major credit card and we’ll throw in a free MP3 download of today’s hottest hit song: Iran Is Next.
Bleed on sister. It does create change. Believe it.
Goldy: Only you Goldy.
No I rarely drink and blog.
“Dangerous Liaisons” and “A Portrait of a Lady”, he plays similar characters.
Ramble on.
Dan: Yeah, shipping bibles ought to do it…
I hope your shit is off the fan now.
inde: That was a good movie. I have
a copy of it somewhere.
Yea, I never was much of a ball breaker.
poetress: That was an enjoyable video, thank you.
Great comment I can hardly respond but to read.
EW: Slap me next time will you.
I will be here until dead in some form or another I fear. You better not go anywhere.
JaniceL: Indeed, it is knowing we have it that counts.
jacob: One day when I’m sixty or so I will not want you to point out that I am older. When we are something.….. what we are a few years later is always older, and hopefully always better.
I don’t know, I have been fascinated by him since watching him in “Dangerous Liaisons” .
I saw it on HBO right after we got cable for the first time, when I was in 9th grade.
coyote: Until you head of on that world trip that is.
pia: We must adapt while trying to maintain our integrity. For me it must remain fun. Doug gives good word. There may be other things so if you find out let me know.
I am still enjoying discovering new blogs, it just takes time. I do now read a couple of design blog routinely which I didn’t do in the past and do have a few new bloggers i read.
If you un-check the option you will not get added to a community without your consent.
Because much of what I write is based on old stuff, things people who have read me know, it makes it hard for people who are new to know what the fuck I am talking about. When this happens they think I am crazier than the you all think I am.
People in the Sun: ha ha, and they think I’m crazy?
No seriously I am glad no one sits around watching me all day or even for a minute. I also prefer quiet. Try not to go too crazy.
John: “refreshingly maudlin”
I’ll take that.
Doug: That is a relief. Try to keep it off the bathroom walls.
Trolls beware.
I suggest a sturdy cavern. I hear the government has a few of those staked out.
DaveJ: I will resume bleeding in a few days, or always. Whichever comes first.
good thing about that dorm guy!! but den i think you should just relax.. maybe you’re feeling out of your groove.. you’ll be back i blv!!
There are blogs I love and am addicted to such as this one, so I can’t give them up
It’s just that I believe in returning comments and…there’s actually a button “I return comments”
New movement – so people will know they’re leaving comments on a “comment friendly blog”
that’s when I begin thinking we have been blogging too long – we meaning all the people I have known for at least two years
Love it when you are “maudlin” as john said.
We both need a long vacation.
I’d say I went gonzo, as you call it, a few days ago…
The world really sucks…if you live in for any length of time.
And it isn’t getting any better. Oh sure, there are nice things to say, report or some feel good stuff if that’s your pulpit, but really, it is all pretty stupid.
I want to go to island, live off nuts, bananas, berries and fish. Have a 25 by 14 hut with a long porch. Have books to keep me sane enough and sunshine that makes me crazy.
I only need myself. Most only do. Sex. Discussed that area. We need each other for companionship, problem is that most are too selfish, too arrogant or too capitalistic to ever share themselves. Some couples copulate rather nicely, but then it something me-ish that gets in the way.
It’s all a dream.
It will pass..out.
It is isms, ologies and cracies that makes us all a bit batty and wishing we were innocent again.
I hope you get your gonzo out…it takes a while to convince people that they are crazy for being happy and your sane for being disgusted, depressed and deprived.
“You are sane” …
Sometimes my typing sucks too.
An interesting mood takes hold of you at midnight doesn’t it. No I never go gonzo, I do enjoy wallowing I self pity and depressions though. I’m just not sure the happy posts sound as good
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Why would you want to go Alberto Gonzales? Huh? Sex and then Alberto Gonzales.
I beg to differ. Let’s fire his lying stinking azz… let’s say buh-bye to gonzo. It’ll be better than sex. I promise.