tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post111385454175583018..comments2023-08-29T02:44:37.646-05:00Comments on WORD: An Agitated A*S Monkey.: Some Dissonance is to be ExpectedFist of Truenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1114013350783946842005-04-20T11:09:00.000-05:002005-04-20T11:09:00.000-05:00Mel… I know you’re pouring over some tough times ...Mel… I know you’re pouring over some tough times right now. I wrote this post before I found out what was going on with you and yours. It is rather strange, such a coincidence, but there appears to be something in the air right now. I’m starting to wonder, myself. Regardless, I sincerely hope things brighten up in your part of the city.<BR/><BR/>There you go Nick, with all that high-falutin’ talk about your testicles. Why must you always speak in riddles?Fist of Truenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113976965363130252005-04-20T01:02:00.000-05:002005-04-20T01:02:00.000-05:00If there is a so-called "GOD-ALMIGHTY", he could s...If there is a so-called "GOD-ALMIGHTY", he could suck my left nut and make the right one jealous.<BR/><BR/>This BLOG was a good one!<BR/>brother nickAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113975446049902802005-04-20T00:37:00.000-05:002005-04-20T00:37:00.000-05:00how appropriate this post was for me, in my curren...how appropriate this post was for me, in my current state of raising a big middle finger to whatever dude or dudette is looking down, pointing and laughing at me.<BR/><BR/>fuck you "god". thanks so much for "testing" me. love it. bring it on. I'm a tough bitch.<BR/><BR/>okay. i'm not...so quit it now.<BR/><BR/>anyways...word. thanks again for saying all the stuff in my head that i'm just too damn lazy or inept to write.firedancerdancinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00478709046998860569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113938914652507132005-04-19T14:28:00.000-05:002005-04-19T14:28:00.000-05:00I wonder if the things growing in my fridge ever r...I wonder if the things growing in my fridge ever refer to me as 'asshole'. If I were growing in my fridge, I would have written an open letter to me.<BR/><BR/>And I would right to do so, because it would be true.<BR/><BR/>I broke our family toilet when I was a kid because I flushed a G.I. Joe backpack. I had finished pissing (on the wall, the back of the toilet, the side of the bath tub, and a goodly amount actually landed inside the bowl). When I lifted my G.I. Joe-clutched paw to flush the thing, my pinky knocked the backpack off, and it fell down into the toilet. I didn't want to touch my own piss (even though it was probably all over my hand anyway, as little boys are dirty that way), so I figured I'd flush all that nastiness away and snatch the little plastic piece once a fresh bowl arrived. Nothing went according to plan.<BR/><BR/>My dad invented some new cuss words for me that afternoon. Because I was all like, smart and stuff.Fist of Truenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113938187068577282005-04-19T14:16:00.000-05:002005-04-19T14:16:00.000-05:00I wonder if the things growing in my fridge feel m...I wonder if the things growing in my fridge feel me.<BR/><BR/>Dungsta, I LOVED my erector set! I'd have played with it even if it did smell like cat piss. In fact, I - more than once - pulled pieces out of the toilet.<BR/><BR/>Nu barbie for this girl. Hand me an erector set and a big wheel!Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17929592729052185224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113935332922074342005-04-19T13:28:00.000-05:002005-04-19T13:28:00.000-05:00One of the most liberating things I've learned is ...One of the most liberating things I've learned is how to get pissed off at God. It opens up a whole new world...just really really slowly. Funny thing is God can take it, and He's not as ego-sensative about it as traditional theology would have you think. I wrote a similar letter about 8 years ago. More along the lines of demanding straight non cryptic answers to the bullshit in my life by 9 am sharp Monday morning. Unfortunately I did not specify which Monday so I am still waiting. Which makes it kind of like being in a college class with a really smart professor who's also your dad and refuses to cut you any slack whatsoever. You can't drop out, you're too proud to fail, and the subject matter is fascinating and totally inscrutable at the same time. How can you help but be pissed off? Keep raging until you get some solid answers.Girl With An Alibihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15209257359349550309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113935019355928002005-04-19T13:23:00.000-05:002005-04-19T13:23:00.000-05:00When I raised my fist to God,he mistook me for a l...When I raised my fist to God,<BR/>he mistook me for a lightning rodSeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02665804009944491315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113921635829238212005-04-19T09:40:00.000-05:002005-04-19T09:40:00.000-05:00My brother - That is great prose. Our mother neve...My brother - That is great prose. Our mother never required us to pray, except at dinner (rub-a-dub-dub is what we always picked, for its brevity, our sister always picked a long-assed one). I do like how you point out that on the surface, many put their faithful faces on. But when alone, the doubt blizzards its way in, and the honesty comes out.<BR/><BR/>Dungmeister - my cousin had an intellivision. It was doooooope. I only played it twice though. We had Atari, and loved it more than life itself. <BR/><BR/>Zander - I think I know what you mean. Many of my opinions aren't popular, but I feel the need to express them anyhow. I was a bit worried that this would be viewed as a 'flame' post of sorts, when it was not meant to be that way. I am glad that it has been taken seriously so far.Fist of Truenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113916641507502912005-04-19T08:17:00.000-05:002005-04-19T08:17:00.000-05:00Damn, I could have written that myself. Well, exce...Damn, I could have written that myself. Well, except I didn't. And probably never would have. But you know what I mean.Zanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11318589344918416090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113895665519760052005-04-19T02:27:00.000-05:002005-04-19T02:27:00.000-05:00A boy kneels before his bunk bed, wearing his GI J...A boy kneels before his bunk bed, wearing his GI Joe pajamas. Mom stands, gracing the dimly lit doorway, waiting to hear which prayer he's going to say tonight. He only says four or five different prayers. He recites the one about his grades with an addendum regarding his upcoming soccer game. <BR/><BR/>She tucks him in and turns out the light. She closes the door so quietly he has to sneak a peek to see if she's still there, taking one last look at her little man before she goes to bed. They do this every night.<BR/><BR/>Tonight though, he gets back out of bed after he's sure she's gone. He paces briefly, then looks out to the night sky from between his empire strikes back curtains. He bows his head through the window's sihlouette, into the only ray of light allowed into the otherwise complete void now filling his room. <BR/><BR/>The moon is waning.<BR/><BR/>He clears his throat.<BR/><BR/>He then says what Craig wrote here, word for word.Seanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02665804009944491315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113859033416018062005-04-18T16:17:00.000-05:002005-04-18T16:17:00.000-05:00I can see that Misty. I can see how it could poss...I can see that Misty. I can see how it could possibly aide with coping. I'm not the 'blind faith' variety though. I find no comfort in "know[ing] that this could be true." I'm more into proof. Something solid, and real, for me to hang my hat on.<BR/><BR/>But I respect every one else's right to make or shake that kind of faith. Different strokes for different folks.Fist of Truenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17539333761513874499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824105.post-1113857585251967502005-04-18T15:53:00.000-05:002005-04-18T15:53:00.000-05:00Wow CraigWhat does a believer say to a nonB? I gue...Wow Craig<BR/><BR/>What does a believer say to a nonB? I guess that it helps, to believe that when people have left the building that they have some place good to go, that they just don't turn it to dust - it gives living a better spin. It makes you feel good to know that this could be true and that someone you lost isn't so far away, just around the corner...you know?<BR/><BR/>well good food for thoughtPLAYMISTY4MEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11318738998454470974noreply@blogger.com