Madness and Reasoning

"looking to get sucked off..would love a masc dude to really go at it and worship my dick! reply only if u send pic and stats! only looking for masc dudes:"

He has one again, and this time it's irrefutable.

He got me to admit he was right, but now he wants a, "I admit that in the context...", rather then a "Yes, you're right"

It's the same issue we've discussed since I was about 16.

I always hate when he's right, but I don't enjoy him being right on this issue.

Oh well, focusin on the phone.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

When love's illusion doth turn real,
when apathy cools a once warm heart,
and your love is buried away with never's seal,

call the oarsman.

When the living turn to dead,
when ghosts of smiles past come visiting,
and your soul becomes something that can't be fed,

call the oarsman, he will come.

When holiday dinner's turn to lonely nights,
when pictures and memories become your only home,
and nolstalgia's dream turns to night's fright,

call the oarsman, he will come,
and whisk you away.

At last, morning comes, the red rays scorching the crimson carpet.
Ivory furniture lays discarded upon our dank lawn.
Widowers stand sobbing, having bared their souls since sunset.
Mother’s sweep away the boy’s toys of days bygone,
Their children will not be coming home, the rooms empty,
they tell themselves this is what it is to be free.

The day marches on, and noon burns at evening’s many sins.
The church yard expands as new resting place’s rise.
Dead warrior’s clothing are burned like discarded animal skins.
Those who have lost nothing claim it is liberty's prize.

The cost of freedom, of love and life is oftentimes blood,
yet that love, life and freedom can be lost in the flood.

Those who remember the lost fade away into careless yesterdays,
Those who look back see only the peace won.
The tragedy and sadness of the war viewed by history as a phase,
The patriotic see this depression as something wanton.

But those who have lost know better then that afar,
that the most tragic peace of all comes after war.

Water boarding was under discussion.

The United States Goverment, as you so proudly declare, is a democracy, and like all other facets of it, the Military is under the thrall of the people. If we force our politicians back on an issue, and they know their jobs are at risk, they'll bow to our pressure.

You have seen your friends die, you have seen children die, you have seen nothing but death in Iraq, and for this I respect, and at the same time hold pity for you, since no man should have to go through it.

However apparently at some point you began adopting terms made to justify lowering the same morales that I would call a dividing point between us and the enemy. You qualify them as "Sub Human", which is well known Nazi Propoganda used during the holocaust.Doesn't it sound familiar to "Infidel", are we to adopt their rheotoric? You claim they deserve it, that they would do unto us the same, so we should return the favor, which means you espouse an old ruthless draconian code tyrants used to abuse their people.

I hold respect for you for joining our armed forces, but that respect doesn't give anyone a blank check to reap terror on the world in our name.

We are an army of the people, by the people, for the people. As you can see in the above statistics, the people quite plainly object to torture. Not just on facebook, everywhere in the states the numbers reflect about that which is above. The Geneva convention will be upheld. The people are speaking out against this, and it will be reflected in military policy when we, the people, are through.

It doesn't take long for a slippery slope to take affect, if we allow water boarding, more will follow,that I can gurantee you. As you continue to dehumanize our enemy, the methods we use will become less human, untill eventually we are exactly what they say we are.

I may be a college student, and know nothing of direct military combat. But I am a human being, and know something of morales and love for your fellow man, apparently you have forgotten this important discipline, this discipline that seperates a soldier from a killer.

Sometimes the moral of the country must speak out for the sake of all people, "sub-human", or not. We will not lower ourselves to the level of terrorists, regardless of what you say.

Randy. Raven. Gabriel. You made me what I am. This one’s for you, but more importantly, it’s for me. Till now I was positive there is ‘no good’ in me. Now I know, I am a shade of grey, we are all good and bad. 

Thank you. 

This poem will come in three parts: I am, I hate, I love.

Anthem (the first of many drafts)

By Daniel Timothy, dedicated to the most important, and damaging influences of my life.

 
                I am

I am you, I am I

I am the people

I am the daughter who alone walks the motherless streets of the night, the

shadows smelting demons of suggestion and praise and the grownup boogie man that

gave her a raise as she forced herself to not feel his climaxing gaze ‘oh his serpent’s eyes’

and venomous slobber that falls between her once virgin thighs

I am  the mother who doesn’t care enough about the now raped virgin to fight her

husband’s chagrin ‘cuz it’s just better to hide’, the husband whose pointless pride and

unshakeable insecurities create a nervous twitch that would rather punch that bitch then

face his instability, I am the neighbor too busy feeding his itch by jerking off while

watching the bleeding feet of a woman in urgent care at the hospital across the street the

one time his stalker ability ‘would be of merit’ to hear the wife’s cries.

I am the father who never supported his son’s dreams despite having the facility,

the son who brought a gun to class and shot his class mate in the face, I am that class

mate who screamed in righteous tongues and zealous cries that that faggot was going to

die, I am the parent of that fag at his funeral, who when asked if his son was gay, would

merely lie, and blame a video game or some alternative rocker of fame.

             I am the human race.

Technically 6am rant, but whatevs I need to write before I sleep.
Wrote this at a friend's house, James.

Till death do us
By Daniel Timothy, for Gabe


Tell me, what does eternity mean to you, my lost fae?
To me, Eternity is yesterday, tomorrow and today,

Eternity is a whore, changin' her demeanor from buyer to buyer,
Eternity is a vagabond, chargin' his deception like a seasoned liar,
Eternity is a death sentence, Certain, yet denied,
Eternity is what you first and lastly cried.

Why did you ever, pledge your love, forever?
Forever, is a promise that is kept, never!
A fruitless endeavor,a vow fate must ever sever!

Tell me, when does our forever love end, and summer come again?
Only Eternity knows, but where is she, what is he?

Eternity is not when we met, or when you were lost.
It is not spring's bloom, or winter's frost.
It isn't found in fate's great loom, or in those life has crossed.
It isn't a babe's crib, or a mortician's sheet.

To me, Eternity, is when we shall next meet.

I don't mean to pick on gay culture in every post, however I just had a hilarious situation on myspace.

So,

This person from a GLBT website found me on myspace, and addings were done. However I noticed a pattern about his postings, Step 1)message about being horny Step 2) whine about being used and lone Step 3) whine about how bad his life is as someone who has a home, a job, and lives in america step 4) cry more about only finding guys who want sex, step 5)repeat from step 1.

Naturally, as soon as I saw step 1, I stopped paying attention. However after seeing the cycle repeated I naturally decided to delete him, and tell him to get over it.

I was informed that I'm a 'HIPOCRIT', and that im 'SIGNEL AGAIN', which I'm not, I just don't bother to update my online crap apparently. He also couldn't be bothered to spell out really long words such as, "you", and had to abbreviate.

Why does gay culture continually convince me not to be a part of it, and just an independent party?



Oh he also said, 'Dont worry about reapsonding to thid BITCH CAUSE I AM BLOKING U", and he ended it with a "GO FUCK UR SELF U FAG"

Hilarity ensues.



PS - For chuckles I hit 'check spelling', and internet explorer stopped responding..

How odd it is, to live the life of a gay man, who isnt in the gay community.


I find that 90% of my friends are straight, though they are all aware that I am gay.


The Scene, as I call it, beckons to us all, and demands that we act retarded, a call that a large number of us heed.




WE.ARE.MEN
.

Who happen to like men...but have we become lost in our own culture? At what point did the riots of stonewall blend us into this docile passive MTV generation.




My brothers before me fell before a plague that the world didn't shed a tear to, My brothers before me led lives of lies and sometimes even had wives, my brothers before me were killed for what they were, denounced by a leathery tome alongside of crustacians and women's rights.



However, what do my brothers alongside in the present of me care about? Product. Products. Consumption, Consumerism. Ass. Cock. Drugs. it's a litany of nightmares.




I shed a tear of pity for the pointless flocks of shallow psuedo-men that is my generation of gay men. Those who fought for us, lied for us, bled for us, and died for us, would be ashamed to see what we've become.




A bunch of women.