© 2011 L. Tripaldi
 

Slowly, I begin to lick your nipples feeling them swell in my mouth sucking in as much as I can.
As my tongue rolls up and down your breasts tempting that delicious hard knot tucked into my mouth.
I glide my tongue along your stomach kissing…nibbling….tracing my tongue upon the entire of your luscious body until I reach your exquisite fruit.

Tracing the outline, my tongue begins to lightly open your lips which need no effort at all.
Your wetness…the heat that I crave, hunger and thirst for, intoxicating my senses.
I begin to lick gently, licking in and out, up and down, fucking your pussy with my tongue continuously.
You stir, as to only spread your legs wider for me, you gently awake…

Like a dream you are having, you rock your hips to a rhythmic pulse, that sings with my tongue in unison.
I press my mouth…my face deeper into you, teasing you with my hungry tongue which is eager to please you, fulfill you, satisfy you completely.

While tasting you, you moan softly with each stroke, as I pleasure you.
I continue to lick, suck and tease your pussy gently vibrating my tongue on your clit, as you begin to climax, grinding your hips…fucking my mouth.

You open your eyes only to find me, my head laying between your legs.
I look up and smile as my tongue begins to work into you again, but this time you are fully awake.

© 2011 L. Tripaldi

Copyright © L. Tripaldi 2011 All Rights Reserved

To those of you that don’t know or understand, yes I am a woman. if you read my profile “queer butch” should explain it fully but I am under the assumption that because I speak of ‘my wife” some of you do the same in assuming, I am male.

I am not offended or feel disrespected when some of you refer me as ‘he/him’ so please do not apologize.

Let bygones be bygone.

To end this…I eat more pussy than most of you males ever will or do and am very, very, very good at it.  *wink*

I love you all xoxo

I want what you want

I live what you are dreaming…

Sedate my mind
Words put into actions.
Tears coincide the inks we spilled at night.
Laughter we suppress on spring-filled mornings.
Memories that I can never own but that are mine.

To inhale
And then
To exhale

I breathe you in
And time stood still

Release me from shackles of repetitiveness

In precise reciprocity
We are nothing but souls that belong.

I risk everything
to know the origin
of the beginning
passionate
breathtaking
swirling with wonder
Fixated on distant horizons
My mind slips and falters
Lost in my thoughts

Let these seconds pass slowly
Allow myself tense with anticipation
To become a silent witness invoking you……

Come and wash through me
Breathe life into me once again
Close my mind like a box
And allow me to remain here with you
Safe in the world that we are

Let me hear once again
The agonizingly slow intakes of breath
And tumultuous screams of release
Come and wrap them around me
Unwilling to divert my attention

After the storm
there is calm
Satiate my longing to be enveloped in strength and virility
With the old world charm
My soul reacts to a subtle gesture
love wafts gently into the ether
the essence of our beings…

Copyright © L. Tripaldi 2011 All Rights Reserved

She laid down
cones fell to the floor|
salamanders slide under logs

She laid down
a foot of snow fell on the hills
the hares coat changed to match

She laid down
the sun set for hours
the coyotes sang all night

She laid down
traffic grid  locked  in every direction
the lights came up on Broadway

She laid down
the plane leveled out at thirty thousand feet
three hours to Paris

She laid down
the world at her feet

There’s so much I want to know about you.

I want to see and hear the excitement of the child in you along with the gravity and knowledge that comes with being an adult who has lived and seen: loved and hurt.  I want to see that same child feisty, bratty and stubborn but needing so badly to curl up in someones arms and hide at times. The adult, confident, cocky and knowledgeable with an inner strength that shines and needs someone to take refuge in your arms.  I want to see the soft, patient lover gently guiding me to new areas working right beside the raw, passionate one that wants to ravish and take what I want…what is mine. 

There is so much I want to know about you.

I want to know the smell of your shampoo as it lingers in your hair. The unique fragrance that can only come from your skin and the musky smell of your arousal for me.  I want to taste the sweetness of your lips, your kisses and the salt of your skin. I want to see your eyes dilate from passion as my mouth finds all the tender areas that allows me to hear and feel the intensity of your responses, from the swift intake of breath, to the thundering of your pulse, to the goose bumps that appear at my touch to the wonderful sounds of your release.

There is so much I want to know about you.

I want to know all the multitude of things that combine together in a unique way to make you the person you are… intelligent, funny, caring, gentle, sexy and completely intense.

I want to know you…

Yes, I am cruel…

She does not wish to simply appease her soul…

Melodious dance of music, the heart wafts gently
Penetrating crevices so long ago left void.
Whispering thoughts that travel to ritual and small graces…
She set’s me free.

 1.  I started being active on Deviant Art. I have won two contests and sold two prints and have made a great many new friends. 

2.  I have taken over 500 pictures with my new Canon camera. 

3.  I have watched about 30 movies on Netflix, too. I forgot how much I really enjoy taking a shower after a long day, lighting candles, pouring a glass of wine and losing myself to a really great movie with my wife. 

4.  I have repainted our home and did some landscaping. 

5.  I have read three books and wrote/published two new poems.

 I can’t wait to see what you can come up with!

white frock,

touches Death:

a morbid

old man,

ever so

lightly

with the

wondering sparkling

wand of

infantile

curiosity.

The secret of life swirls gently in the cool softly scented mountain breeze
Enveloped in timeless beauty
Surrounded by magnificent textures
Touched by the colors so vividly painted on the horizon
With my strong hands and the stroke of my brush
I risk everything
To know the origin
Of the beginning
Passionate
Breathtaking
Swirling with wonder
We
Immerse
And become one
 
The cool mountain air
Brought reprieve
From the fire of the day
In my hand is a book
Kissed by the flames
Inside cover reads…

My love….your words
Are timeless…

I wonder at the origin
Passionate lovers
Escape the temptation of
Time … far out on the horizon
A strong pine
Sways in the breeze
Enveloped in sweet moist air
Sure to become
Book or home
Her roots reach into the ground
And hold fast to this mountain
As I walk away
The back page blows
Open in the afternoon wind
I read…

It was all worth the risk…
Signed…

Liquid silk, lifes energy

My touch, your skin
Your breasts, my lips|
My eyes, your tears
Your neck, my mouth

My mind, your soul
My whispers, your screams
My hands, your body
My grip, your sighs
My embrace, your comfort

You inhale, my breath
Your name…I exhale

What is now…
 
A shadowed room, linens splashed with crimson
The edge of a sharpened eyes glistening
In the flickering of the candle that is to become an instrument
No camera could capture these,
Intriguing and captivating dark delicious memories
No recording could lend more cadence to this mantra
Cried out in husky enraptured tones, one word “please”
No book could be authored to describe these,
The earth-shaking emotions, the intensity that is,
An ardent desire and a zealous need.

I can’t just pretend this is some fairy tale where the toys of a lost age become style statements for human derangement.

I can’t condone your hypnotized gaze at the laptop screen as though it is a living thing.

I won’t allow information vacuum cleaners robbing me of time, Real Time, Time which could be used for making changes and to focus To stare directly into the Supreme Eyeball of the controlling hand of big brother And eradicate its power by an act of cognitive clarity.

Sorry, but I have a new policy. It’s called ‘no more nonsense”

There is a war, a real battle of will trying to rip the fabric of reality apart, refusing to end the conflict for fear of economic collapse, denying the cures for diseases, keeping the poor in its never-ending downward spiral.

Military Might, Financial Control, Media Manipulation, Mutated Science, Trendy Language, and Stylistic Fascism.

While the domesticated monkey responds to stimulus inside the electronic incubator.

While the global controllers shift wars, corporations, and prime time stories on cable stations, like faux news.         

While ivory tower intellectuals count their dust particles accumulating inside their cubicles.

While banks steal funds to feed financial vampires drinking and draining the workers life blood.

While human vanity zombies, aimlessly explore the newest shopping mall for the next gadget religion.

While those who possess intelligence are given intelligent toys to dull their consciousness.

Real thinking, clear cognition, unbiased perception can only lead us to the conclusion. We must clean out the cobwebs growing in our collective consciousness,
Breaking the chains holding back a new reign of real imagination and a reconnection to a universal truth that the core of human will determines the future of evolving life in this universe. We cannot allow ourselves to buy into the act of being sold down the river, a polluted stream insisting we drink  the corporate waters of ignorance and manipulated gluttony. This entire system, a subsisting monstrosity out of control, a projection of power brokers raping the resources of the earth
 
This planetary prison run by a bloated banking puppets Must crash and burn up inside the community grave it created To bury its worn out slaves

Yes, I have seen enough backwards logic, enough fast food thought. Today’s consumerism assumes knowledge can simply be bought proving any principle will be believed of it is taught. But there is a mistake to this rippling avalanche of deceit, pretending the lies of this civilization are some kind of treat. Saying “let them eat cake” while feeding us hormone induced meat. We can shift the entire model locking us into yesterday’s thinking. We can refuse to accept meaningless time wasters clogging up the fluidity of focus. We can obliterate these institutions, these self-serving agents out to stop the expansion of life in the universe, out to convert our spirits into toxic by-products.

There is a way to alter this entire reality, to reshape and remold the parameters of sanity. It begins with a refusal to simply accept oppression and grief, insisting honest thinking must begin with self belief.  Stop wasting time. Stop worrying what others think, living inside the warped mirror of self-obsession, requiring endless fast food value meals of worthless information, forever effected by flashes of technological glitter, saluting the news and following talking head opinions. And that is the key, Understanding how time, your time, is being manipulated.

It is time to end the tyranny of linear time. It is time to stand up and take a stand.  It is time to throw away all false beliefs holding us back.

When you wake up and look at your own two eyes in the mirror, When you awaken from a waking hypnotic trance, And realize the most powerful force in existence isn’t

Money, Greed, Military Might, Media Control, Religion, Slave Labor, Corporate Ownership, or Scientific Deception

The most powerful force in existence is you!

Hold me in the moonlight,
decipher the language of my soul.
Mental foreplay the inspiration
for the pleasures the night will hold.

Take me in the moonlight,
adrenaline creates a natural high.
Nothing perplexed, it all comes easy,
contentedly lost in you and I.

Copyright © L. Tripaldi 2011 All Rights Reserved

Mystery is unclear. Mystery is just that, unexplainable, obscure, ambiguous, vague, and deeply spiritual. We, as a people, are constantly trying to solve the mystery, make clear the unclear and explain every detail. Endarkenment revels in the mystery. In contemplation of the sweetness of not ever knowing, endarkenment is celebration. It is taking some things on faith. It is resting in the presence of not knowing. It is mystery. It is the time for endarkenment.

Copyright © L. Tripaldi 2011 All Rights Reserved

I did, and alas the changes. My apology goes to myself, for allowing any of that to ever come into play within my life.

I am proud of who I am and who I have becoming. Being thankful doesn’t even begin to cover it in all its glory, as I have been blessed in more ways possible. These last few weeks have been amazing. I have no other words. 

There is only so much tension the political, the interpersonal, the dramatic pressure cooker can take before a final explosion ignites an Inferno of Madness.  We are at the very end, the end of the end of a race track of sameness keeping society in check.  Almost everyone I know, personally know, seems slightly changed, slightly altered, slightly radioactive.  If we have all been mutated by some strange energy infecting the game of life, if we actually are no longer exactly the same, a little more awake, a little more conscious than the last few years, does this mean there will be a moment, an instant when all this strangeness announces a new chapter for the human race? 

For the past several months people who for years seemed stable have gone off the deep end.  I commented on this before, but it seems like the clock is ticking louder than ever and the alarm is about to sound, signaling a wake up call for all those sleep walkers out there.  Calamities abound like mushrooms on a rainy day.  The degree of unfairness and social tension is exponentially growing.  Entropy and chaos are interlocked in an erotic embrace as this false, puritanical world starts to turn in on itself. 

The question is: Are we witnessing something that will culminate in one global moment, or will insanity and interpersonal breakdown merely become the norm of the day?  Can you feel it grow all around you?  If you can’t, you must be either in a deep sleep or dead to the world.

Consciousness is a dream. Beautiful washes of pulsating colors, a thousand frequencies interpreted as life to your mind. Controlling any aspect is a crime. Falling asleep is one way out. A flame comes unlit, the radio plays in the background and you feel a little chill. Everyone acts like children when they sleep alone.

You say the facts are all you need to live by. It would make sense if you’d believe it. The facts don’t exist. Everyone plays the game on you. Amazingly fine, an infinite jigsaw puzzle throughout your head. Light as you can get, before you die, you see it all. And then you don’t want it back, ever again. All you do is give up. And that’s the end.

But it’s not. You’re still here. Life, the illusion you thought that would fade away with time, still needs you around. A receiver for every broadcast, message sender. We all are, trying to get the highest thrill. Themes we think we are, some divine paper boy sent from a high deity to speak the truth. We don’t let on, we don’t pretend. We only do the shuffle and pretend to pretend. Your thoughts are nothing but electrical impulses, turned on by an opportunity to mate or kill, your sadistic side tells you.

Just because you feel something doesn’t make it real. The best ideas come by mistake. Someone misinterprets an expression by you and calls it brilliance. Or you yourself fail in trying to express the original vision but you create something greater as a result.

Mistakes are the only unique ideas.

Wintering in a dark without window
At the heart of the house
Next to the last tenant’s rancid jam
and the bottles of empty glitters—
Sir So-and-so’s gin.

This is the room I have never been in
This is the room I could never breathe in.
The black bunched in there like a bat,
No light
But the torch and its faint

Chinese yellow on appalling objects—
Black asininity. Decay.
Possession.
It is they who own me.
Neither cruel nor indifferent,

Only ignorant.
This is the time of hanging on for the bees—the bees
So slow I hardly know them,
Filing like soldiers
To the syrup tin

To make up for the honey I’ve taken.
Tate and Lyle keeps them going,
The refined snow.
It is Tate and Lyle they live on, instead of flowers.
They take it. The cold sets in.

Now they ball in a mass,
Black
Mind against all that white.
The smile of the snow is white.
It spreads itself out, a mile-long body of Meissen,

Into which, on warm days,
They can only carry their dead.
The bees are all women,
Maids and the long royal lady.
They have got rid of the men,

The blunt, clumsy stumblers, the boors.
Winter is for women—
The woman, still at her knitting,
At the cradle of Spanish walnut,
Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think.

Will the hive survive, will the gladiolas
Succeed in banking their fires
To enter another year?
What will they taste of, the Christmas roses?
The bees are flying. They taste the spring.

 Stops her fall
Looking deep into her eyes
Their future?

She is hunted
Prey to the predator
Running, she trips
Her death?

She catches her.

It delights my wee little soul this time of the year (or really anytime)
to watch this classic… If you have not checked it out …I also
included a link to where you can see the full movie.
Also, I highly recommend “Shadow of the Vampire”…
such a cult hit from an interesting take on “Nosferatu”.

Full Movie

Is this your wife? What a lovely throat.”

Been thinking a lot lately…been thinking a lot, nothing specific though…
just thinking.

I need to write, I need to channel some of that stuff…

I need to give form to these thoughts…maybe they aren’t thoughts at all, maybe they are pure forms and I am just listening.

2. Never apologize for all the tears you’ve cried.
Crying cleanses the soul. Shoot for once a month.
Even if it’s just a brief mist at a tender moment in a sad movie.

3. Never apologize for anything in your resume/portfolio.
If you feel the need to do so, it probably doesn’t belong
in there in the first place.

4. Never apologize for asking for what you need.
The answer to every question you DON’T ask is always no.

5. Never apologize for asking questions.
 When you stop asking questions,
you don’t just run out of answers you run out of hope.

6. Never apologize for asserting yourself.
 The word assert comes from the Latin asserere, which means,
to claim, maintain or affirm. And that’s exactly what you’re entitled to:
 Your opinion. Your belief. Your say.
Let nobody take it away from you.

7. Never apologize for being a health nut.
Next time someone says, What are you, on a diet or something?
 look them straight in the eye and say,
Yeah you got a problem with that?
Then, when they back down, you go right back to eating your tofu.

8. Never apologize for being a newbie.
Everyone great chess master was once a beginner.

9. Never apologize for being early for an appointment.
In the history of Corporate America, no employee has ever been
 fired for consistently arriving ten minutes early to every meeting.

10. Never apologize for being funny.
The world is too damn serious. We need you. Seriously.

11. Never apologize for being human.
Once you do, you’re no longer human you’re a cyborg.

12. Never apologize for being passionate.
Unless you’re passionate about stabbing strangers with
broken Coke bottles.

13. Never apologize for being smart.
 That’s the ONE thing the government, the media
 (and every other entity that’s trying to control you)
 is terrified of: Smart people who take action. Be one of those people.

14. Never apologize for being the age that you are.
It’s just a number. A chicken ain’t nothing but a bird, as my Grandpa likes to say.

15. Never apologize for breaking a rule that isn’t really a rule.
Be proud of yourself for being a rule breaker.
Then go break another one.

16. Never apologize for calling bullshit on someone.
Especially when nobody else is the room is going to do
 it and this person REALLY needs to be taken to task.

17. Never apologize for demanding respect.
If you’ve demonstrated that you deserve respect by giving it to others first,
you’re good to go.

18. Never apologize for disagreeing.
Especially if you do so respectfully. On the other hand,
if you’re disagreeing for the sake of disagreeing,
or because of your pathological need to be right,
that’s a different story.

19. Never apologize for expressing yourself.
That’s all “leadership” is:
The full, free expression of your truth.
 Don’t say you’re sorry for that.

20. Never apologize for falling in love.
Your heart’s calling the shots.

21. Never apologize for falling OUT of love.
Your heart’s still calling the shots
even when you throw up an air ball.

22. Never apologize for getting something off your chest.
That which you suppress will find a home in your body.
And then it will trash the place.

23. Never apologize for giving it your best shot.
 As my Grandpa also reminded me,
“You do the best you can with as many as you can.

24. Never apologize for growing up privileged.
As long as you scrap the entitlement attitude,
remain grateful for everything you’ve ever been given
and respect the life situation of those who are less fortunate, it’s all good.

25. Never apologize for having an overabundance of love in your life.
Instead, circulate what you’ve got. Pay it forward.
Share it. People need it.

26. Never apologize for lack of experience.
Instead, share your Learning Plan; demonstrate
your dedication to lifelong learning and practice
becoming the world’s expert at learning from your experiences.

27. Never apologize for lack of information.
Ignorance is acceptable. Staying ignorant, however, is stupid.

28. Never apologize for liking stupid movies.
Movie snobs annoy me. Some of my favorite movies
are among the most ridiculous films ever made.
So I love Hangover. Sue me

29. Never apologize for living your truth.
Few things in the world are more important.

30. Never apologize for looking out for yourself.
Self-preservation is a primary driver of human behavior.
 It’s how we’re wired.

31. Never apologize for loving yourself.
If you do, you probably don’t love yourself as much as you thought.

32. Never apologize for making a decision from the heart.
Remember: It’s not thee truth it’s YOUR truth.

33. Never apologize for needing alone time.
Solitude is soil. Solitude is medicine.
And if you don’t get your fix every day, your life will suffer.

34. Never apologize for needing to use the bathroom.
Yesterday a woman in my class walked out of the
room and actually said to the instructor,
I have to pee, I’m SO sorry. Unbelievable.

35. Never apologize for not being there when someone called.
You have a life, too. People can’t expect you to wait eagerly
by the phone all hours of the day.

36. Never apologize for not embracing someone else’s agenda.
Especially if that agenda robs you of your true talent.

37. Never apologize for occasional absentmindedness.
Everyone’s brain farts.
Be well & Be good to each other.

There are a myriad of things about myself
which over the years that I have gracefully accepted as flaws,
be they physical or emotional.
Being honest has never been one of them.
I am, and have always been a truth teller. I cannot be anything else,
and it is a quality that I both greatly value and am admired/hated for.
With or without the veil of comedic timing/style,
my commentary comes from the gut.
And as I have grown older, I rarely “edit” myself in conversation.
I keep it fresh and brutal that way. People can take it or leave it,
I tell it like it is, hold nothing back, and have made many enemies because of it.
I am honest and also misunderstood.
The misunderstanding stems from people’s general lack of intelligence,
or perhaps their own pre-conceived notions of who I am,
and what I am trying to say.
It is what it is…  seriously.  Take it or leave it.  I would if it were reversed.

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The polarization of our thoughts,
the inner ideologies that clash with one another,
our judgments and opinions, are a road to solace.
 A way of actualizing our potential…as human animals

And also the panting
Of this face-down, prone body

Which is a world unto itself and therefore surely worthy,

when pausing from
        passionate activity
Of our closer examination,

lingering attention and leisurely ocular study
 
The particular curvature along which our eyes adventure
Begins with the slight indentation
At the nape of her neck, roams down below her collarbone
And between shoulder blades and rear of ribcage,

Arching down further then to the hollow of her waistline

–offering to travelers aboard this
        highly educational visual roller-coaster

A chance to pause amidst observations there,

and take a little breather.

Then

–there it goes again, that same spine
Arching outwards and upwards this time,
only to form a deep dividing-line
On either side of which lie twin globes,

each of which when properly seen,

        presents yet another fascinating world unto itself
For study, observation and perhaps eventual exploration
As does the shadowy division lying between

–as the case may be…

So, let our eyes rest for a while, even if only temporarily,

      on that little stable plateau in the hollow
At the back of this woman’s waist
Before going on….
         ~~~~~

STAY BEAUTIFUL & BRUTAL

If you have to write your blogs using synonyms to use big words, most likely you are compensating for what you surely do not know. Big words do not make someone a rock star and if they do, most likely they are my alma mater from the colleges I attended. I assure you, the persons I am writing this too, are far from even attempting to write the essay to attend such colleges, not to extend, find where they could actually apply. Does my attending college to obtain my Masters in MBA make me a rock star? Hell no. It’s just a piece of paper. But, it does however not make me a pseudo anything, except in your eyes, because you could not handle having a decent conversation with me as I would throw you under the bus with your ignorance.

However, I am sure your feathers will once again get ruffled, you will gather the family to discuss your next plan of action in your “writing in your blogs” …oh and don’t forget those synonyms…they are quite important in your attention-getting to those same commentors.

Psss…rock star is two words, not one. Just saying

I touch life in a fleeting moment between vision and calignosity and even in the darkness I see the shadows of my life.

Alone…

I venture only to find that dreamers are few and far in between the dream and the vision.

Money is meaningless if obesity is a possession. Falling prey to social madness or trends, whether consumer based or political is also of little value in the real scheme of things. If money, external material power, if weaponry and a massive army, if consumption or ownership of meaningless externals do not determine true success of the individual ready to enter the new evolutionary phase about to begin, what does? As I have stated all along, an individual will not be judged by superficiality, by societal possessions, but by real physical and mental health, by a real will to overcome the entropic forces of death and decay. If one cannot be judged by meaningless acts of consumerism or ownership, one can only be judged by the primary components comprising a totality of individual character. The most important aspect of this totality is ones drive to transcend temporal entropy. It is the most noble quest of humanity and the aim or focus of my investigation. It is the quest for immortality.

I honestly don’t know where to begin in this post. I want to just tell you all to just stop the idiot behavior, shake you, and some, I even want to punch in the throat. Come on people, wake up. The haunting of disgust unravels in my head within a downward spiral when its brought to my attention of purely disgusting behavior online. Yes, online.

You that hide behind your computer screen and act bad ass and take out on the world, or individual people, the backlash that you receive everyday in your own lives. Do you really think that coming home after getting beat up mentally and emotionally from your job or whatever you do, and making people’s lives miserable online makes you a bad ass? Think again. It shows the real you. It shows how un-bad-ass you really are. Some of you, I want to hunt down and dare you to speak to me that way in person. I may be little, but my tongue can/will rip you down one side and down the other and I will make you bleed. Why? Because I am not afraid of the morons who think they can bully other people. Who cause people to cry or unravel because of your appalling ways. People know that I will always come to their defense and that I will even intervene where it isn’t my business because I can’t deal with you assholes who think your better than anyone.

My god, we are a community. We are a family. I am ashamed of you that use the online medium to attack others. I spit you out and grind you into the dirt with every other low life out there. Do you think you are any better than a murderer, rapist, someone who commits assault and battery? In my eyes, and in many others, you are just alike. The sin may be different, but the cause and effect are the same. You judge and act all high and mighty but you are a coward, because a real man or woman, is silent. They let things roll off their back because, YOU ARE NOTHING!

You post your tweets of hatred, trying to get a high-five and make people think you are the one to come running to when they need help, but in the end, when they need your help, you run like a fucking sissy because you don’t know your ass from your elbow about life or relationships.

Calming down…

In my humble opinion, if you use twitter, a blog, facebook, etc to bash someone, you are a despicable, pathetic fool, and again, shame on you.

If you’re so enthralled in saving face, and protect yourself, your family, your wife, your husband, etc..why don’t you do just that?? You wonder why half of you don’t have a decent relationship or are miserable in one, because you spend a quality of time online bashing others. Pay attention to whats in front of you instead of your past. You bitching about everyone in your past really just shows that you were really the problem. It makes me laugh when people bitch, whine, and complain about this one and that one, my ex, my ex husband, etc…if you have that many complaints, it really just shows what an asshole you really are/were. Not them. Trust me, you expose yourself to the light every time you do it.

Calling someone fat when you are a heavy weight non-champion yourself, really, does that make you feel bad ass? Look in the mirror. Come on…go look.

Calling people’s work or families and be malicious, causing one to lose their job or cause families to fight…really, you are a disgusting piece of shit. Shame shame shame on YOU.

We have it hard enough out there as it is. Don’t you agree?

Aren’t you miserable in the indulgence of your own self-hatred? Do you ever stop to wonder why it is that you have no friends in “real’ life? Do you ever wonder why you get so easily offended when “real” life people say something to you that you may be ignorant to or feel like they made fun of you in some way?

If you answered yes to any of those, it most likely means, wake up…grow up…and step away from the computer and get a life.

To those of you that swing around marriage as if its like a day at Disney World, really? Your going to say something about others just looking to get their MR. or MRS degree? You, that married, weeks after you met you wife or husband..isn’t that what YOU did??? I’m curious…tell me. I can take it.

I am sure some of you will read this and think its all about you and make it about you…well, if you do, most likely it’s FOR you.

I am 44 going on 45 very soon, and I am so thankful I am grown up and don’t use online to attack anyone. I may stand up and speak my mind, but tell me one time, I used blogs or a tweet to abuse someone? You won’t find one. What you will find, is me coming to the rescue of others because I am not afraid of you…let me repeat, I am not afraid of you. I have reported many people for cyber bullying, including some just today. Oh and make no mistake…I don’t report to the online outlet some may use…no I go right to the authorities.

On a side note, duct tape, twist ties and print screen are some of the most wonderful inventions made for us.

Ok…I am done
For now…