Uncensored Thoughts...
For those who care and for those who care not, I shall be updating my Uncensored blog on a regular basis -- with music, writings, and maybe a poem or two. I do not wish to constantly advertise it, hence this little note.
I feel the need to hide in that other blog, the black gives me comfort.
After all, I was called a Black Widow once...
I feel the need to hide in that other blog, the black gives me comfort.
After all, I was called a Black Widow once...
Comments
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wow i can't wait.....i always look forward to your posts on that blog and now i feel i will be spoilt rotten with such regular updates
my heart is quivering in delight
like the strings of some old wooden luth
that has found life again
clapping and jumping
whirling in an ecstatic dance
happily ululating like women at a wedding
celebrating your departure
a joy
a blessing
a deliverance...
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layla ill be honest with u....i didnt get this....do u have any more stories of your dates that went badly???
Rememberover the time here so many American wankers that have come here and lectured you on freedoms, democracy, how great the US is for having all of the above and more??
Well....
http://www.commondreams.org/view/2008/09/21-0
The fucking idiots with their heads in the sand over real issues in America are gonna wake up to Fascism.
The American Gov/Corp is absolutely taking over. Of course thet go be the label of a "bail out" but make no mistake, they are Take Overs.
Cheers fine lady and keep Strong. I would say bottoms up but the moment I do, a big red, white and blue dick will be shoved up my ass !
You're smart, but why does the obvious always elude you ? lol
Hey, God am laughing hard...lol.
Just hope the transition will be "smooth".
plutòt les mésaventures de Bécassine...
I must admit yours as in pseudo is more exotic than Popeye the sailor man.
Thank you for your seal of approval.
Yours truly,
Shehrazad.
Love to (nearly) all.
Et la maman d' "Y", elle était toute fière de son petit bébé chéri, j'imagine ?
Your husband shared you with others ???
You should have reported the bastard to the police, the Iraqi law under Saddam protected women citizens like yourself.
J'ai rencontré la mère de "Y" (Yazan est le nom, juste au cas où la curiosité te ronge) une seule fois. Et je l'ai trouvée comme une dame bien. Donc pour répondre à ta question, je n'en sais rien et à présent je m'en fiche éperdumment.
Stop your idiocy, or is that too difficult ??? Unless you're another fucked up psychopath, something I do not exclude, trying to demean me. But, hey guess what ? I am innoculated. So get lost.
I feel deep inside,free
What may beauty within this dark hide?
I can't escape from this beautiful side.
Layla, why didn't you call the police and send that man to jail ?
Narcissistic Personality Disorder - the core quality of all abusers, including those who have raped Iraq ...
In solidarity.
P.S. Laughed about KM's comment, too!
that serves him like a lighthouse in the fog
Federer reckons himself a smart
but his mind produces lots of fart
One can tell he has a lot of time
sometimes he drinks martini with lime
but when he looks in the mirror
his lonely eyes give him tremor
"am in a rrrrrrrush, right now"
Is there such thing as "rush" in exile ?
LAYLA.
Thank you for writing your words that engulfed me, keeping me with the impatience, waiting to exhale.
"And I exhale deeply..." the end.
ANother beginning:
The breath brought tears along with it, tears for the lost opportunities, for the broken turquoise Bagdati ceramic, tears for the unutterable despair, and tears for most of us, undiscovered pearls that get crushed before being appreciated.
One for you, that i wiped off with tenderness, another for our humanity that I intend to cherish as long as I possibly can.
Thank you
Maybe we should just start calling you "Madame L."
Very beautiful indeed.!
Tes empreintes se font sentir partout...En Anglais on appelle cela un giveaway. Assez banale je dois dire.
Tes empreintes se font sentir comme un voyeurism pervers, comme si tu vivais ta vie à travers celle des autres - d'où ta curiosité malsaine et tes propos cons.
read above reply in French ;-)
Hope you are well...Same boat I suppose.
You seem to know quite a lot about Madames and convent girls, why don't you tell us yours ?
In any case, these "feuilletons" seem to "tintillate" and keep you on your toes with all sorts of hidden feelings "under the pillow"
Ah les Pétasses immatures.
Wow, thank you very much. I think I did tell you once that there is a poet and writer in you. Well, am saying it again now.
it means aLot for me. Inspiration is a vessel to timelessness where true meeting can happen.
Glad that we met.
Je sais que tu ne me méprise pas vraiment.
Un jour mes "empreintes" se feront "sentir" là où elles le doivent...c'est promis :-)
Am as well as can be, under the circumstances! Yes, same boat, but the co-passenger of the boat will wish that the choice of captain (and principal gardener!!!)was never made, if you know what I mean!! Hope you're alright.
In solidarity.
"?,
read above reply in French"
Sorry, I don't understand French.
I was just wondering how can you ever be "in a rush" while in exile, since time in exile is like in death, still and uneventful.
Sorry I thought you did understand French.
"since time in exile is like in death, still and uneventful."
My reply to you.
Survival is not death and can be a rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrushing event.
Thanks.
The problem is the Mother. Mothers can be egocentric, domineering,controlling and manipulative.
What chance has the son got with a mother like that?
No thanks, I live in my time.
It's you who first drew the parallel between one of your "uncensored" stories and De Sade-style novels.
And please don't come and call me "immature", you former emotionally dependent woman who wasted her youth drooling for approval after stupid wild beasts like "Y" who trampled on her dignity.
Good day to you.
Poor thing !
The answer is NO! Every one becomes a refugee once in a lifetime. Some seek refuge in their own land and quite a lot in foreign lands. Loads of them take refuge in shelters and a few in words. And I seek refuge in a little absurdity if that’s what you would like to call it.
People seek refuge for various reasons, either from wars or from broken dreams and broken hearts.
If such a thought, occurs then please spare me my life. I am just a refugee in my own mind.
NUR
another fragmented, hollow, envious psychopath. Go fuck yourself.