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Termyn8or -> RE: I was talking ! (1/4/2010 2:45:27 AM)
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AHA, now we have a circus. OK. You all thought I was crazy, hold on a sec, I'll pull my foot out of my mouth so I can see the keyboard better. OK, now I can prove it ! I refer to CM as my wierdo website. I do say that people are intelligent and worth talking to, but sometimes more questions arise. Now just try to be totally nucking futs and maintain honesty. I tell them straight out, we got fags and dykes, Women born Men and vice versa. People like to tie each other up and do all sorts of wierd things to one another. But everyone is having a good time, even the one chained down to the coffee table with candle wax dripping all over him/her. I have even stated that tear gas and flame throwers have been mentioned. I am almost totally upfront with everyone, and I fear not. There are very few people in this world to whom I would not acknowledge my association with CM, because of their beliefs. But everyone else can take a bite. I am coming out a little bit every day, more and more. Of course I have my trepidations, but so far so good. Eventually I will push the envelope and see who my real friends are. Time comes when it comes. I'm nuts ? Yes, absolutley. I have alot of self control but I will relate a story of my past now, it is of no consequence really but you might like it. Before the fire of Jan 03, 1995 the upstairs of this house, in which I lived, had no lights on the cielings. That meant I needed a lamp in every room. OK fine, no problem, except for one thing. The lamp in the livingroom would just quit working whenever it damnwell pleased. Well one time it pleased I was carrying a bunch of shit, and when it went out I tripped over something and it was not pretty. This was not a bag of pork roasts. So I took the offending lamp in my left hand, ran it back to the back bedroom and threw it out the window. The lamp being larger than the windowpane of course broke the frame. It was wintertime. So I found a bunch of nails and screws, a piece of plywood and the back to a TV set and nailed them up. My buddy Medley said that I was one hell of a carpenter. This was all stupid shit but I had my satisfaction. I watched the lamp hit the ground and become the base of a pile of debris. I smiled at that, even though I had a leaky window. The gas bill was about $700 that month but I really didn't cvare at all. We had money. We couldn't spend it all and our credit ratings were going up by about fifty points a month in my estimation. But that lamp suffered the wrath of the Terminator and I hope it didn't have to breathe much, because that was not the last thing thrown out the window. I stopped that practice though a short time after I threw my turntable out the window. After being on the shelf for a time, I discovered it to be missing the main counterweight for the arm. It was useless. This time I opened the window because it is one of those thermal whatever tyopes and you don't just get it fixed for $12. The next day I found the counterweight. So I have adjusted my behavior. I haven't thrown anything out the window in years. This has nothing to do with morality or any other bullshit, do you realize how expensive turntables are getting now ? Back before the fire, I bought a Dual 1229 for $89. When I went to replace it I almost fell over because of the prices. You see they are not making any more. Yup, $89 and I could sell it easily for triple that amount now. But that's not the one I threw out the window. That one was only a Marantz MT6120. A piece of shit in comparison. So, if you thought I was nuts, just eliminate all doubt right now. I git it, I admit it and I am not suffering from it, I am enjoying every minute. One of my fav songs is Hank Williams Jr. - Long Haired Country Boy. I ain't askin' nobody for nothing, If I can('t ?) git it on my own, If you don't like the way I'm living, You just leave this long haired country boy alone. Funny though, I was not born a country boy. However Grampa was from Jaslow, which means I am descendant from hill people. So as a Polak hillbilly, I do fit in. In fact I am quite accepted into their little group. Yup, one good long talk with a shrink and you will never hear from me again. I have been down south this year. Oh yeah. My buddy's family down thar. Momma is 400 pounds but she doesn't even come close to outweighing the speakers. The porch is falling off the house but the pickup truck is nearby. The door is falling off the hinges but it doesn't matter, come looking for trouble the dogs will git you. And the electric was even on the day I went down there. Phones didn't mean shit, they had maybe twenty of them laying around. Hell of a way, but if I don't like the way they're living I can jus leave .......... get the drift ? But all in all I had a good time down there. Yes I was crazy to go down there. With 20-30 warrants, no license, a beer between my legs and other substance, not to mention that I'm in a car owned by a dead guy, we proceeded down I 71 and had a blast. I am crazy, but the way I see it the only way to avoid getting locked up is to have someone lock me up. So what's the point ? Time for bed. I will find somewhere to make trouble to........day ? ,,,,,,,,night? Whatver. I am confused now. Thanks. T
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