Hey People behind a screen who I don’t see and/or know sorta,
Today I learned that it’s national poetry writing month and I am a bit happy and appalled by that. It kind of like my first sexual experience in many ways, that I cannot go into. I’m happy that poetry is being pushed to the masses in such a way as to coerce, inspire communication and shared activity. I’m appalled at the same time because I feel this coercion and inspiration has nothing to do with poetry and is in fact a farce.
Poetry to me, is something that someone doesn’t choose to do. You don’t ,one day after an epic 2 hour pushing session on the toilet decide you’re going to change your life and become a poet, right after you find a cheap fibre supplement. Poetry is something that happens, and it happens without reason.
The Illiad, The odyssey, Beowulf, Baudelaire’s Fleur Du mal, Rimbaud’s Drunken boat, T.S Elliot’s The Wasteland, Dante’s Inferno -all these great testaments to the human experience didn’t come out of a competition or a national writing month. To me poetry comes from pain, not like pain like anal with only a smattering of lube – not that I would know anything about that, but the mechanics don’t look promising.
To me poetry is born from an intense experience of living that forever changes someone and cauterizes their eyes to the effluvial substitute for live that we have grown so fond of. That’s the pain
Where do words come from?
by Vénus Khoury-Ghata
Where do words come from? from what rubbing of sounds are they born on what flint do they light their wicks what winds brought them into our mouths
Their past is the rustling of stifled silences the trumpeting of molten elements the grunting of stagnant waters
Sometimes they grip each other with a cry expand into lamentations become mist on the windows of dead houses crystallize into chips of grief on dead lips attach themselves to a fallen star dig their hole in nothingness breathe out strayed souls
Words are rocky tears the keys to the first doors they grumble in caverns lend their ruckus to storms their silence to bread that’s ovened alive
Not that MrMary is a Poet
Is this the face of a poet
It has been said by Stendhal actually I believe that the more people you attract the more superficial is the connection between them. I wonder if the same holds true for poetry and national poetry writing month ? Some of you may know that MrMary, aside from being a jerk has also been called a poet. I published poems in two magazines in 2012 and between sleeping next to raw sewage, trying to move before i get kicked another home, and the millions things that are at time and is slowly glacially editing a collection for publication. I thought I would share with you from my notebook 30 poems/observations I have. They are raw non-edited, transcribed from my weird notebook with a hand drawn picture of boobies on the cover.
I never wanted to be a poet or write poetry, I used to think it was boring and crazy and that to be a poet would mean I would have to fold turtle necks at the Gap because I would be broke without work, selling bodily fluids to buy lunch and lotion for my hands … ( I can’t seem to be too serious today). I will be video recording these for you. I wasn’t able to do this one because I live with fucking animals , but enjoy. I guess I am a writer tho because I am sensitive about my shit so be nice
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It passes you by; impactful moments in your life that you cannot commit to memory.
Other people can’t see them either and I’m willing to bet that the very act of seeking them makes them unattainable.
Somewhere Trapped is the best joke we ever dropped onto waiting friends suspecting the unexpected. The best meal we had
is still being eaten and the kindest gesture we ever did, still grows in the dark, shedding the fruit insignificant reward.
I witnessed today,
one of these moments
There I was hand on my chin, elbow planted on the inside window ledge, staring through the living room-window, counting all the bricks that hid from my field of vision, anything worth seeing
A box, 45 bricks across and 25 bricks down was all that was holding me from life or maybe I should call it Living
and That made me laugh for a good 5 minutes. But no one was their to hear it not even I.
So I, being a staunch supporter of brinkmanship, have decided to push things further into absurdity by posting this. Everyone play along and check out Becca’s page.
Little Known Fact about Becca
Did you know she can light up the South with a smile? No exaggeration! It’s a great skill to have especially when many southern states are trying to secede from the USA because they don’t like their democratically Elected President !!!
This is my third re-write. The third re-write speaks more of the respect I have for the person who asked me the question rather than the lengths I strive to produce the content that appears on this site. The first draft I felt quickly devolved in an over erudite disposition on Western Philosophy which while that’s fun didn’t really share with you anything about what I really thought. The second was overly sarcastic and satirical and frankly that helps nobody. So here it is just my personal reflection on the question.
Love is the most charged well in English. Two people can both say to each other: “I love you” and each person can walk away with a different understand both mental and emotional as to what was meant by the act, gesture and words. So where then does that that leave us? There are many questions within this one question two of which are as follows:
Do I agree with the metaphor that seeks to compare and contrast love with a project?
Is there something about how I understand/define/ and articulate what I feel love is that resigns it to a kind of determinism -a kind of unfortunate ending impossible to stop perhaps?
This question is penultimately a reflection on our own mortality. As we are all going to shuffle off this mortal coil isn’t that an indication that whatever we endeavor to love is doomed? I don’t think we can ever approach what is “is” as the famous philosopher Heidegger asked once. We take ‘being’ for granted a lot. There is some truth to the saying that fish are the worse people to ask about water.
What is being, of course we can describe qualitatively the aspects of being, but with whether we use language, thought or even science I we can’t say what being is. Philosopher Karl Popper gave a great summary of science Science seek to discover and formulate the conditions under which events occur. By its very nature though science sheds a lot of light on existence, it too cannot approach the core of being. So if it is a given that being is not something we can define clearly how can we say what love is? This may seem like excessive extreme captiousness on my part but it’s a very significant for me at least.
So where does that leave things ?
We have to look at the subsequent ramifications of comparing love to a project. A project has a definite beginning and end and a goal, or an end that validates the means used and effort put in to reach it. For example the building of the trans Siberian railway was a project it had a end goal. For me love whatever it is, cannot be a project. It doesn’t have a fixed end goal because our own end as mortal beings is definite but are not fixed.
Looking at language usage there is a strong tendency to focus on the events that indirectly speak of love. We focus on relationships,(the love of a husband for his wife, the love of a mother for her baby) or as we seek out beautiful things and people so as to create the grounds for love to manifest. I think the common phrase “to fall into love” says a lot; whatever love is, it is something that happens experience we through a plethora of vehicles of its own manifestation, outside of our control.
Relationship where “love manifests” are a secondary phenomenon. They [ these secondary phenomena] aren’t itself love. Also the issue I feel is that the relationship are complex exchanges. There is a personal component, societal and national component I feel. Everyone is such a unique confluence of internal as well as external influences and drives. Each person has such a unique sense of “time and “being” that at the end of it all we are only left with our own unique experience as spoken so brilliants by the Sufi poet Jelaluddin Balkhi known in the West as Rumi. Rumi despairs of defining Love and being too if you read his other works as well
”However much i might try to expound or explain Love, when i come to Love itself, i am ashamed of my explanations… Love alone can explain the mysteries of Love”.
The End
That was my honest to go free flowing thoughts on the question. I’m kind of glad I put aside my want to impression my questioner with my questioner and ultimate confirm my complete lack of it.
Peace
MrMary
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As can be expected we in America, the fattest nation in the world, have a twisted image of beauty. Like Gaia in Greek myth we breed behemoths and send them forth into the world to reek havoc on toilets and bathroom everywhere and also places where sitting down next to other people is required. Yet despite all of this we seem to idolize these anorexically thin models who are avid abusers of recreational drugs and lead very unhealthy lifestyles. Of course for some women cocaine not only increase libido but decrease gag reflexes and that’s the kind of invented fact any normal guy would like
Gripes with Fashion
Of course I have gripes with fashion and I will list three of them below
Seeding Self Image issues
Skinny, bony models dressed in nice clothes is a subtle advertisement for necrophilia. No one right in their mind man or woman with a store bought silicone based appendage, wants to bag a bag of bones. Also no one wants to support anorexia and bulimia and young women and girls with self image problems.
For decades way-too-thin models have been en vogue and in Vogue as our culture’s representations of beauty, but just now, for some reasons related to the Internet, we’re suddenly seeing the fashion industry respond.
Living in NYC I have had the chance to see some famous people and models there must be teams of Photoshop experts that really go to work on the magazine and catalogue images. That’s not saying these models aren’t good looking but lets be serious. I think this is quite significant check out this out:
Same Body in all of these pics
The bodies of most of the models H&M features on its website are computer-generated and “completely virtual,” the company has admitted. H&M designs a body that can better display clothes made for humans than humans can, then “dresses” it by drawing on its clothes, and digitally pastes on the heads of real women in post-production.
Modeling and fashion is clearly not about reality. It is about sales and making you buy into not just a product but a way of seeing things as well.
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Ethics in Fashion
Please take a look at the following facts:
Serious concerns are often raised about exploitative working conditions in the factories that make cheap clothes for the high street.
Child workers, alongside exploited adults, can be subjected to violence and abuse such as forced overtime, as well as cramped and unhygienic surroundings, bad food, and very poor pay. The low cost of clothes on the high street means that less and less money goes to the people who actually make them.
Cotton provides much of the world’s fabric, but growing it uses 22.5% of the world’s insecticides and 10% of the world’s pesticides, chemicals which can be dangerous for the environment and harmful to the farmers who grow it. (Ethical Fashion Forum)
Current textile growing practices are considered unsustainable because of the damage they do to the immediate environment. For example, the Aral Sea in Central Asia has shrunk to just 15% of its former volume, largely due to the vast quantity of water required for cotton production and dying. (Ethical Fashion Forum)
Most textiles are treated with chemicals to soften and dye them, however these chemicals can be toxic to the environment and can be transferred to the skin of the people wearing them. Hazardous chemicals used commonly in the textile industry are: lead, nickel, chromium IV, aryl amines, phthalates and formaldehyde. (Greenpeace)
The low costs and disposable nature of high street fashion means that much of it is destined for incinerators or landfill sites. The UK alone throws away 1 million tonnes of clothing every year. (Waste Online)
I think it is harder and harder to sustain loving relationship when the materialistic trends in society work to in a way reduce people to sources of revenue without regards to their well being and the well being of the environment. I could say more but i think thats good
I start where I should always start with Stendhal. He was a real expert when it came to observing people, and I have learned a lot from his observations.
The more desperately a man is in love the greater the violence he must do to his own feelings in daring to risk offending the women he loves by taking her hand.
~ Stendhal
Violence to One’s Feelings
Everyone knows that aside from one’s mother no one else will accept them for how they are. Consequently we all try to trick someone into liking us by “lying about ourselves”. For example guys I’m sure you had to go outside and double check you were in the right housethe first time you saw your girlfriend without make up. What the fuck is that? It would seems now you have no qualms with bringing fucking Gollum home. (It’s an apt analogy: your obssession with one ring that will bind a man forever to your evil bidding etc). Ladies I’m sure you keep that box of Kleenex on the nightstand because nice guys don’t always finish last as they promised they would on the car ride home. Quite often they finish first in an eye-stinging way that elicits unusually nice behavior for a good 2 weeks.
Generally as a modern-day dude and professional box filler, I have observed that most guys fall in love after the test-drive. Well to be honest, after the refractory period right after the test drive where women are watched to see how crazy they may or may not get. [HINT: Ladies if within the first 72 hours you talk about him meeting your boring ass friends, who are in some way socially or romantically defective, your biological clock, an ex-boyfriend, that time you got gang-banged in the bathroom of Pizzeria Uno's and never knew if you would feel love again - it's a wrap] The way a lady handles during the test drive and how she is post test-drive is what determines how low you, as a dude, will let your guard down. So ladies write it down, “up first and then in, then down for the win”. The problem is that in letting your guard down, you start to expose yourself to the othe person as you are. That’s fucking scary if your a dude.
Why is it Scary
Plain and simple we don’t like ourselves, and I don’t mean that negatively. To like something one has to know it deeply and we cannot always see ourselves except through our contact and association with others. To know one’s self is a journey into ourselves. It’s not a popular thing to do. There is a reason after all why Shakespeare’s Hamlet starts out with the penultimate philosophical question: “Who’s there?”
Ladies if you really liked yourself as you are would you
Dye your hair
Make your cheeks redder
Inject botulism toxininto your face – [RANT: So let me get this straight you will inject a bacterial toxin into your face to give the temporary illusion that there is a vivaciousness to that worn cracked baseball glove you call a face but if a guy finishes on it, its an offense really ? Should I tell you what is in the make up and cosmetics you use?]
Wear push up bra’s,
Starve yourselves to fit in a dress that you will wear once and then let die in the back of your closet and eventually haunt you like bill collectors do black people…..
Still drink Bud Light to look cool when you know deep down inside you just want an excuse to act out ?
Hang out with approximation 1-2 girls less attractive than you at the party (didn’t think I knew about that shit)
Be so catty to the new lady in the office who looks better than you and is actually approachable and not a gigantic bitch to everyone ?
Date guys who are clearly violent, or not well in the head, or emotionally immature?
Would you shop at Century 21 – I’ve been in that place with its siren song and smiling fucking harpies.
I am not discounting the fact that society puts a lot of pressure on you to fit this strange ideal of beauty. I am not disputing the fact that you have to dress a certain way to get taken seriously in the work place. There are gender based demands made on you that is ridiculous.
But next time you are about to go to a party and you are holed up in the bathroomwith your blow dryer, a curling iron just in fucking case you don’t like your hair straight and might want to add some fucking curls to it provided that 1, its not to humid outside and 2 you can find that fucking bottle that guarantees frizz control in Hurricane level winds, 2 bags one for make up one for cans of bullshit for your hair, not to mention lotions, skin scrubs, face cream, eye cream, foundation, cotton pads, make up remover, nail polish, nail polish remover and an assortment of brushes Picasso would envy, ask yourself what different are you from a sculptor? How different are you from the Photoshop crew called into to work on magazine covers for skinny anorexic models, Sarah Jessica Parker or Glenn Close or Madaonna – who doesn’t know when to stop? Then if you wanna go further you may realize that you’ve become a part of the very system you detest, a co-oppressor of other women (including yourself). You may get a weird feeling in your stomach if you think about it and that is the emptiness at the basis of existence. Enjoy that and either let someone in the fucking bathroom from time to time or don’t get offended if someone pees in the fuggin sink.
Dudes if you really liked yourself that much would you:
Jerk off that frequently,… you need to let the eroded skin grow back, otherwise it burns in the shower
Put up with your bullshit friends who make you feel better because their lives are a lot shittier than yours
Work out only abs & biceps so you can look good in the old Navy Tshirts you bought 3 sizes too small
Live in such a vermin infested festering cessepool that is your room/apartment/ parents basement pretend-space?
Get those stupid tribal tattoos ironically around your fucking biceps that you’ve been working out so much.
Ignore your lady just in the other room waiting for you to ask her about her day so she can talk you into a fucking coma by playing video games.
Wear a T-shirt multiple times and walk around smelling like a fucking gyro stand at a summer fair
Wear a T-shirt multiple times and dump half a can of Axe Body spray on you effectively killing all plant life and human olfaction as you and that cloud of ignorance walk about your day.
Would you try to assert your masculinity by making fun of gay people when you know that when your lady slips a finger in…eh I’m not gonna go there
You have only your career boots or sneakers that you’ve carried for the last 9 years as the only footwear in your closet ?
Conclusions
Generally dudes have a weakness and that is regularity in need fulfilment. If I meet a girl that is not demanding, won’t stress me out too much, actually consistently puts out and not only on the days of obligation (Bday, Local team win a championship, Christmas eve, Christmas, New Years Eve and New Years) then something keeps me coming back. Once you come back regularly you’re hooked. Once your hooked you have to keep on living the lie that you like fucking ballet or Experimental dance, that you really shave often, you don’t smell like shit, that you don’t mind listening to Tori Amos/Paula Cole/ in the car on long drive that extirpate your will to live, that it is ok to take food out of my fucking plate when I ordered something small so that you can get whatever you fucking want on the menu. Of course once you stop living lie that you hear things like
I don’t even know you any more? ( I could say the same thing when you take/peel off the clown mask you painted over that pale discolored crater ridden thing you call a face right before you hop into bed)
You’re Not really taking this relationship seriously? (I show up consistently, I don’t even do that for work or when it comes to visiting my own parents)
Your just saying that to placate me? ( No I just heard that story of that crazy bitch at work who is trying to get you fired and take away from you everything you have ever loved in life that fucking my little princess shit you got as a gift when you were 7. Try that on for placating you)
So you really don’t like my best friend Nancy [ btw fuck that bitch Nancy, I'd tell her to go eat a dick but she can't get a man]
See what I did there. I put in black what some ex gf have told me and I put in parenthesis what I wanted to say but didn’t. I basically cock blocked my freedom of expression, because they (some of my ex-gf’s) managed to hold off their crazy till after 72 hours post boning out, had comfortable furniture, brought me soup when I was sick, cleaned me up and escorted me outside looking presentable, shiny well groomed.
Now unless you do some egregiously wrong shit I’m stuck living this lie to fucking please you so I can continue to get my needs met, and somewhere in this crazy exchange love enters and I’m finished, I have to bite my tongue I have to hang with your family, I have to watch Project Runway with you and pretend I know wtf chiffon is ? – it’s a violently painful thing to do. No matter how much I try to resist I end locked up each time.
From my experience I kind of feel that a good woman sort of of civilizes a dude. You are transformed from a wild semi solitary animal into the pride of the Westminster Dog show, you get food, warmth some comfort, but you have to look a certain way, you have to jump through hoops and play dead when all those wild impulses come your way or your hear your friends howling at the moon. But despite that there is a love there even after all my sarcasm and snarky comments. James Brown said it best.
This is a man’s world But it wouldn’t be nothing, nothingwithout a woman or a girl
He’s lost in the wilderness He’s lost in bitterness
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Disclaimer: The views express here are not necessarily those ascribed to by me MrMaryMuthaFuckingPoppin, or the author of this blog, it’s readers and followers. Rather this is a sarcastic take on modern day relationships. We here at aspoonfulofsuga believe in equal rights for everyone regardless or race color creed gender or music choice and we are proud supporters of love in whatever form or disease it happens to take. MrMary Cares
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MrMary being an expert on all affairs of the heart is bringing you some reflection on love that are guaranteed to change the way you look at and experience loving relationships forever. I’m an expert in many things. When it comes to all things about masculinity and being a dude and breaking that down into a language women can understand. In many ways Stendhal was the same for his time. With that said, let me hit you with some knowledge that I am about to bring current for our times:
Most of the men of the world, from vanity, from mistrust, from fear of disillusionment, refrain from falling in love with a woman until after intimacy.
~ Stendhal
The Reality
Falling in love has nothing to do with love. We have a primal craving to be truly known by someone before we die. We need and want to build deeply committed relationship based on honesty, trust, self-disclosure, respect, appreciation, interdependence, and togetherness whatever that means. Falling in love is really about self-recognition, recognizing yourself in another. What love really is, is to me beyond self-recognition beyond the sense
Coming down from the lofty etheric realms of the esoteric to now the current moment; nowadays the idea is that genitals don’t define gender. Gender is today considered to be a complex aspect of self identity influenced by both by one’s biology as well as socio-cultural influences. There are many differences gender wise in this moment of self-recognition that we call “falling in love” just like there are many difference gender-wise with urination (well unless I have been drinking heavily and have to sit down to compensate for bad aim).
Stendhal never went to the car dealership to buy a car, or spent all day at a mall with some girl he liked but not that much, but I have done both and I can explain this behavior Stendhal talks about quite easily. I’m with this chic at the mall. She is cute and nice and its really nice to spend some time together. She walks by a store sees an pair of shoes and says, actually let me recreate the scene
Cute Chic Id Stuff if she ever Stopped talking: I’ve got to have them, they look so cute… I have the perfect dress for this…omg..you know the one with the white belt ? MrMary: Which one ? … the Skinny white Belt, The Wide White Belt, the medium white belt ? Cute CHic: No the one I wore the other day with that grey top and the skinny jeans MrMary: Oh yeah…. sorta CuteChic: Sorta why ?
MrMary: I remember all the dirty stuff I was thinking about when you were wearing that, but don’t worry walking around the mall in circles, and seeing the same gang of fucktards has killed all libido.
Cut to the Chase
She bought the shoes and never wore them. They decorate the floor of her vast walk in closet.
My boy wanted to buy a car. We sa a car we both liked, it passed all the criteria we had on our check list. We grilled the dealer, is this very fuel efficient, how many miles to the gallon in the city, on the highway? what about the suspension? handling? What kind of maintenance is optimal for this car? The defects that were found in the model 2 years earlier have they been rectified ? While my friend asked him questions I just looked the car dealer in the eye with a blank expressionless face and from time to time I said ‘hmmm’ and looked at my friend and he would raise an eyebrow. Total Intimidation. Anyways we test drove it.
See the Difference
As a man I cannot see a girl I like and say are you fucking crazy? will you every stop talking, when you talk how many words per minute in the city, how many words per minute on the highway ? Are you over that mutha-fucka you dated 2 years ago? Do you fuck slow and ugly an old person ? The emotional defects that made u take a break from dating are u over dat shit ? How does the back of your throat feel like, do you sound sexy when you talk with your mouth full ? Can you go with the flow, I gonna have to make all the fucking decisions as to where to eat what to fucking do on my one day off? Since I cannot just outright say that, the best bet is to is to reserve judgement and accessment until aft
Supplementary Facts to Keep in Mind
Also it is important to realize that:
If you are not a movie star or someone famous the odds for women are asking you out, offering to open doors for you, or help you with groceries, or tell you you have a nice ass as you run your errands are very slim.
It is also important to realize that as far as I can remember no one takes it seriously when a man charges a women for rape.
Before you get intimate with a women you will always have to jump through some hoops, you will have to listen to her, might have to meet her bullshit friends, might even have to meet some of those degenerates she calls family. It is an investment of both time and money you don’t have, especially in a recession.
Although times are different, and women can vote and they have rights and the feminist movement have made some gains I have not seen many women who will go dutch and or don’t like when a man pays for stuff
How you can use this in your Relationship ….
In every relationship there is one who takes it and one who gives it. There is a cost one has to pay for the recipient for the aforementioned giving. In my case I have noticed that most women I have met except for a few skanks, are really invested emotionally when it comes to intimacy/physicality. There is an act of submission on both parts physically in the act of rod-ramming, emotionally to submit to the moment to the passions, for the dude if he isn’t a scumbag to the wants and needs of the lady, to feel wanted, desired and cared for, to be accepted flaws and all and can go on and on but here is how to use this in your relationship.
Women
I think it is important to accept that dudes aren’t as emotionally invested as you when it comes to sex. They are more invested in terms of time and money first. The time and money investiture seed the ground for later emotional investiture. Its that simple. It like farming you got to put the work in first then, after you have rally plowed the fields real well, and you reap a harvest then you can get emotionally invested and celebrate. Don’t try to understand why things are the way they are just accept it and if you want to play the fucking game.
Men
Uhm no need to be a dick about stuff. Generally being straight up and honest at first means less clean up, changing phone numbers and alerting security guards about your ex-gf. Remember a test-drive is just that, there are some cars that wont do well being test-driven and do everyone a fucking favor and move on to another car or dealership.
And there it is my friends
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Disclaimer: The views express here are not necessarily those ascribed to by me MrMaryMuthaFuckingPoppin, or the author of this blog, it’s readers and followers. Rather this is a sarcastic take on modern day relationships. We here at aspoonfulofsuga believe in equal rights for everyone regardless or race color creed gender or music choice and we are proud supporters of love in whatever form or disease it happens to take. MrMary Cares
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Stendhal believed love comes in different forms, from passion and lust to vanity, the love of possessive desire. In this collection he muses on falling in love, how to cope with jealousy and whether infatuation can ever be overcome – and provides a selection of maxims giving advice for lovers.
MrMary being an expert on all affairs of the heart is bringing you some reflection on love that are guaranteed to change the way you look at and experience loving relationships forever. Why MrMary, do you ask , will my approach to relationships will be changed forever? Well I would say that what we called love, is not really love, rather what we call love is a power struggle, or rather as one poet put it so eloquently:
Different degrees of domination and servitude are what you know as love.
But love is different it arrives complete - just there - like the moon at the window.
Seek only that of which you have no clue. Desire only that of which you have no hope.
I have read a bunch of Deeprak Chopra books, abused recreational drugs and called this one girl back after tea-bagging her, so I am more than qualified to speak on the matters of the heart.
A Brief Demonstration
I will give you a brief demonstration to show you how insanely qualified I am for this kinda stuff. First a quote from Stendhal:
“Ninety- five percent of her daydreams are about love, and from the moment of intimacy they revolve about one single theme: she endeavors to justify the extraordinary and decisive step she has taken in defiance of all her habits of modesty. A man has no such concern, but a woman’s imagination dwells reminiscently on every enchanting detail.”
So you’re wondering what does this mean? Let me tell you:
The object pronoun here “her” refers to women of fuck-able age and looks. So this subset of women day dream all the time about love, and then they give it up she looks for stuff to justify her decision to spread her legs to get dug out like the pockets. Dudes dont daydream or have any such concern to justify plugging a women there fore will likely many time more than not be drunk and wont remem,ber all the details.
How you can use this in your Relationship
Women
Write all the overindulgent details in a diary and keep it locked away in the darkness of forgetfulness because no one wants to know/hear/read that other than you right now in the moment. A hour or two later you might undergo a total metamorphosis and become a totally different person who may be a total symbiotic misanthrope that needs the illusion of someone listening to and caring about what you say to feel better about yourself. Live in the moment, after its done its done. The guy that just gapped you may or may not be Mr Right, he may not even be available to see you again forever in this life.
Live in the moment – Stop daydreaming and looking to justify your leg spreading ways. Its the 21st century and beign morally and ethically calloused like men is a right you have fought so hard to have. Enjoy it but it to use.
Write as much as you would want to say on papaer first, and hide it away . Before you hide it away count the total words say the same thing using only 10% of the total word count.
Men
If my ex-gf’s are any indication, no one will listen to the advice I gave above this. So you indulge your lady, or at least the women you temporarily and possibly begrudgingly filled like a 2 week job at a temp agency pay attention to the details, and talk to her about what she was day dreaming about. Of course this is not possible without assistance so I recommend two things
Video Tape all sexual activity and use many great free editing software that way you can stay on top of things like ambiance, setting, color and texture of the sheets, the interplay of light and dark, emotion, echo, the contrast of colors in the environment and other strange extraneous things that might be considered major motifs in works by Dante;s Inferno or John MiltonParadise Lost. Camera and surveillance technology is so pervasive this shouldn’t be an issue
Drink enough to reach the point where you sincerely look like your trying hard to pay attention but physically cannot. That way you can sit through a lot of conversation. Also you can always go back to the video-tape and take some notes
And there it is my friends
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