FlyTheNest

Women in my limited experience ie.one are very perceptive,maybe what you see as hidden and/or part of what you view as dickheadness,is the attraction,just a thought

Don't know if it was "love" at first siight,but definately attraction,both sexually and personality,a fire in the belly,no messing honesty irrespective of whom she was dealing with,yet a sweet vulnerability and as funny as hell,my kind of gal.

Would suggest enjoy ever moment,26 years fucking flew by.

Ah Hindle, my old friend, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. But do any of us know what the fuck we are doing? I would suggest not.

Come on Hindle I'm 45 fucking years old. Your not much older than me, I've seen the pictures.

Only being jocular ,reference to "old friend".I am coming up to 55,but about ten,in reality.(previous post appears to have disappeared)

Gets worried about "pictures".It was a "Sun",stitch up,they were doctored and only happened the once.

Yorkshire Wensleydale & cranberries is one of my favourite cheeses.

Don't consume if on warfarin,a doctor writes.

10 sounds advanced. My boss is 6.

I started off as a serious child,think I am now making up for lost time and/or have a different perspective.

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I wanted to fart through the whole thing.

There's no way I'm farting while hot hippie chicks are aroound.

She was spectacular.

But now I'm stoned and everything seems silly.

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Well this is fun isn't it?

I'm scared.

Terrified in fact.

When was the last time any of you tried to fuck someone?

Sorry, I forget who I'm speaking to.

It's all scary, everything going weird.

Never take drugs kids.

Or suffer from mental illness.

Both can make life interesting, but both can also make life pretty fucking terrifying.

The problem is, once you've tasted them you can never go back.

You like to tell yourself you would. You like to say to yourself that tomorrow you'll click your fingers and you'll be fine.

But it's bollocks. And going to see someone who wraps up some hippy shit as 'wellness' is never going to help.

The lure of the weird is too strong. Seeing things differently makes you feel special, your mental illness is a gift.

Yes it might be fucking up your life in every conceivable way but it makes you feel unique, different to all those stupid normals.

With their stupid lives in their stupid houses going to their stupid jobs.

Fools!

Who would want that? Conformity? Not for me thanks.

I'd rather exist on the edge of society scrabbling about for what the state deigns to offer me as scraps as long as I can enjoy my own uniqueness.

Seriously though I bought some ridiculously strong skunk by mistake and it fucked me up that night above. It went in the bin the next day.

And now, with the aid of my preferred brand of cannabis, everything seems largely marvelous. I'm feeling pretty special.

There are problems in this world and I feel I can solve them.

Not right now of course.

Right now I have to listen to this....

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There's nothing like Welsh electro psychedelia to see one through until the morning.

I don't know

This all seems like some wankers are trying it on.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:I don't know

This all seems like some wankers are trying it on.

Who cares.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:Who cares.

(cJA edit)

I do.

Why?

We've seen how the world works now.

Being an inconsiderate arsehole blaming all your failures on other people is the way to go.

Decency was a fad, left wing brainwashing.

Any sign of empathy or even sympathy will get you sent to a re-education camp.

The days of caring are over.

And I'm not joking.

But thanks cJA.

And then drugs make me not give a shit again.

Although the fact I'm lighting my spliffs with a cooker lighter is a bit weird.

But a natural conclusion to stopping smoking, the last naked flame I can muster. I must remember to buy some lighters.

The world may change tomorrow with a cunt in the Whitehouse but I'm going to fucking sleep through it.

Stay up all night, listen to a few tunes, go to bed about 5 or 6 then just sleep through it all. Get up in the evening and say...

YOU MANIACS! YOU BLEW IT UP! AH, DAMN YOU! GOD DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!!!

Top tips.

1.Large box of household matches
2.Carry/have available at least two lighters.
3.Reliance on gas hob for lighting,can be combined with eyebrow designing and with practice a haircut.
4.When deciding where to live ensure close proximity to 24hr shop.

Hope that helps.

Serves me right.Now using the cooker method by not following my own advice.

Ah,you mean electronic lighting device for cooker,mine ran out some time ago.I misread.Sorry for confusion.Thankfully,I push down on switch to ignite and enable gas flame availability.

I once confiscated a lighter from a student in a lesson - I'm more of a 'one more chance' kind of teacher with non-disruptive stuff but he just wound't put it away - and at the end of the lesson I declined to give it back to him, partly to prove a point but largely because we'd had two fires in the previous month started by students (which is dreadful but sounds worse, it's the only (two) times such a thing has happened in my 17+ years there). He exploded in crossness, swore a lot, picked up a chair and threatened to throw it at me and generally was a bit peeved. Not sure how but I got us out into the corridor and someone else took him off. I saw him about fifteen minutes later and he greeted me with a very glum 'I'm very sorry sir' which was fine, I'd known him for five years and he was okay. 'What happened' I asked - "I'm going to be out for the rest of the week." Did they give you your lighter back? "No, but I went in the food room and lit my cigarette off the cooker so that's okay." I couldn't not laugh.

My mum,once inadvertently put her lighter in my school blazer.I became the go to person for the smoking brigade to get a light.A downside was the lighter had her name on it and I was called "Audrey" for the rest of the term.

Real name,Abigail ,of course.

When I was a kid I would suck petrol into a bike pump then set fire to it making a crude flamethrower.

It would go about two or three yards at best.

Enough to make me cool with my mates.