10_blatherskites_who_are_keepn_it_real Strideo Just because . . . doar mahayana kookaburra u24 Miniver rhin endless desire girl_jane unhinged silentbob niska p2 realistic optimist okay, look, just don't ask. ... 040716 ... Doar I be keeping it real brah. Wow, that's great for a white boy. Although the dark side in me wonders what would happen if I kept it unreal...... (taps index finger against chin, reflectively) and got my own evil chuckle..... 040716 ... u24 is suprised at his inclusion in this list, but requires no explanation at this moment. 040716 ... u24 by the way thankyou. 040716 ... Strideo a good one would be 10 blatherskites who are keepn' it surreal. ... 040716 ... Strideo and I couldn't even keep it to ten ... 040716 ... maxell I don't want to say the beautiful things that are in my mind for you pigs to piss on anyway. Incidentally, the whole idea of lauding "keepin' it real" in a constructed simulacrae populated by psuedonyms and aka's within psuedonyms is a non-sequiter and by the way patently facile reasoning. You people here by your own deficits of social skills and attention say things that are inherently dishonest, and say things mainly for the noise its going to make when it hits the wall. Splatter pitter patter 'smatter Damn straight. I don't play well with others 040716 ... Strideo aww, was dat supposed to make me feel bad? suit yourself. ... 040716 ... Doar Yes.....I get to go splatter.....way cool 040716 ... Strideo I'm just tickled by this person's appearance here. Its really quite entertaining given that he is simply being hypocritical by participating in this site at all, unless he admits to having "deficits of social skills" himself, which apparently he does given his message. In fact what kind of dogmatic rhetoric is that? There is absolutely no way he could prove the state of any of our social skills beyond this site. Maxell your erroneous assumption that this was anything but a bit of tongue in cheek humor to begin with says something about your own social skills and makes you no less than a jackass. And yes, some skites do "keep it real" in the context of the blather universe. ... 040716 ... p2 hey i'm on a list cool (and thanks) well, i'm #12 so i just missed it by 2 time to go play unreal "i don't play well with others" you prefer to play with yourself? please keep your "splatter" off my walls 040716 ... ST ROLF! ... 040716 ... ST er, maybe thats rofl! ... 040716 ... minnesota_chris ooh, maxell is quite right. It's like he's describing me to a T. And he'd only know about the pseudonyms and akas by being an avid reader. He's pissy because he's hooked, haha! 040716 ... Maxell Now we all know that the epistemological equivelant or standard of "real" even in the cavalier misappropriation of ghetto argot as it relates to a few individuals (lest i inaptly characterize the denizens of this place)idle ruminations is arguably a highly contentious term. I admit nothing. I concede nothing. Lift up your heads, lie down upon the stinging bed of my indignation as Maxell hurls holy hand grenades from the mountain crests. 040716 ... p2 is it the holy__hand_grenade_of_antioch? 040716 ... Maxell Gee, and here I thought I was inventing a phrase. 040716 ... Dave Chappelle when_keeping_it_real_goes_wrong 040716 ... hamlet on hashish I saw that. "F--- that! I don't like poeple playin' on my phone!" Chapelle's sub-sophomoric satire is brilliant! 040716 ... unhinged somebody has his panties in a bunch i think my social skills are just fine considering i can get my drugs when/if i need them. fuck you and your little dog too dude 040716 ... Strideo how could anyone be mad at a guy who says "lie down upon the stinging bed of my indignation as Maxell hurls holy hand grenades from the mountain crests." now thats funny stuff! ... 040716 ... hamlet on hashish what about the Chapelle show skit though? chapelle is the genious of taking stigmas and stereotypes and exagerating and augmenting them way beyond the manic and burlesque 040716 ... M-M-M-Maxell One day you will awake from your stupor to clutch the hand of truth. 040716 ... poet jesus, maxell, what the fuck crawled up your ass? 040716 ... dosquatch Get over yourself, Alfred. ... errr, Maxell. whatever. 040716 ... Borealis I celebrate in my deficits of social skills. kiss my ass 040716 ... ivyducktwilightseto Oh, dosquatch, I do laugh at you. True, this maxell entity appears to be much like... that... other guy. Hehehe. His messages scream "I'm trying to sound smart." Despite my utter hate of the phrase "big words," please stop using those stupid big words. Perhaps some day people will think of me as one who keeps it real. Yeah, that would be the foshizzie. . 040717 ... melting in a black wind This will be the sound that is heard when the tumult of all your hearts are hushed, it is the distant sound of my foot sweeping through the caverns, coming like Odin's omniscient..bah! I'm staring at the absurd fountain of your argument and I assume the defecatory posture to take one herculean poop on it. Yes yes. Big words are one thing. Poetic language is another. Please be clear. To wich do you object to? The sometimes high and overblown eloquence or the profuse peppering of my prose with polysyllables. Here is the sparkling tear upon the breast of the new day, innocent and holy as a little boy roused from his bed, his newly tossled blond hair and his bed a map of the Night he spent flights of nocturnal wonder within himself, without himsself as he asks "Do we have any more of that Kripestappel left?" I don't think I'm Alfred. I mean I don't feel like him. At least not today. But I sense you have this unbearable yoke of unmet yearning that you've been dragging through the world. I'm interested in you. Genuinely. Tell me. Can we open the book to your haunted heart? Okay. Let's strip the hardness of my words away. Let's strip the inappropriateness and the unkindness of my earlier words away. Let me wound myself and make myself weak before your judgement. Before conscience. Sometimes, when loved ones, when the object of your every affection has failed you, has been human as only they inevitably can, once more they have failed you and set your head and heart to reeling. Do you feel threads of fire, of perfect uncut misery spreading through you? I feel it, I feel the flame spreading in me, a perfect and piercing misery. Because I try to impose order upon my world and I am inevitably failed, disapointed. Would you tell to me your private fire? And sure why should you trust me? Sure I mean, I haven't exactly established a context of trust here or anything. Would you tell to me your private fire. Can we split the tender cord of wood? Hit it just right in that one sweet spot? What is really heard after the tumult of our heart is hushed? Is it like the distant sound of whispering water? Is it the Self coming to us from some ancient aqueduct of something..of.. Sometimes my heart sisghs so loudly, sometimes I hear them all of the sighs sifting like sands cascading down from the parapatets of memory. All of the poeple that strode through this house, this great silent house, the silence that presses and pushes against the walls. Do you feel haunted like this as well? Do you think that maybe dying would be somehow exhilirating? Do you wonder if.. You know that's why I won't keep knives in my kitchen or in my house. Because of all the damned sighing and silence and in that moment of tearing when you just want to take something and cut it out, cut the sound the haunt the memory the uselessness and spectacular tragic ending of all those glowing beginnings once and for all irrevocably out! God. Now we are here. Now I'm sitting here saying something incredibly private and pathetic and human and how many times can I change the color of my drapes and at the end of the day or begining of it still be sleepless and haunted, still sit doomed at this damned kitchen table, er dinette table. If we hate the french why do we insist on putting the accent on anglisized french words? I shut the closet door and yet I can still hear all of those ghosts murmering, walking up and down the hall, serving out some sentence or pennance or pinning me to the wall of my own pennance and I just (...) I just want it to stop. I was a ghost to my now dead lover and now she is a ghost to me. Literally. Give me a plate of meat seared to a blackened crust still bleeding beneath it. Let me hear the atavistic echo as I gouge into it crudely with my fork and knife. Let me feel the hot race of my heart, of the cave dwellers who first learned to conquer their environment to survive. And every time I try to impose my heart, my sense of things upon the world it shows me my folly, my and it's frailty and it's mocking face and I rise to do it all again over and over and over. 040717 ... . Kripenstappel 040717 ... dosquatch No, no, you misunderstand me. I object to neither your polysylabic gesticulations, nor your... umm, poetry, did you say that was? Fascinating. No, somewhere in the wash between you not saying "the beautiful things that are in [your] mind for [us] pigs to piss on", and then thinking that we would even notice your "stinging bed of indignation", much less care enough to entertain the thought of lying down on it... Pardon me, I had to wipe away the tears of laughter. Where was I? Oh, yes, stinging beds of indigestion. Somewhere in there is a distinct smack of a self-righteous bitter old man nattering on about kids on his lawn that reminded me of the tone of Alfred in, say, alfred'_inflamed_dark_flower, for instance. Not even that I object to that - I was just noticing. Natter on. 040717 ... :) The_NO_evil_rule... Amen. 040717 ... melting in a black wind Have you drunk from all the worlds fountains and still find yourself thirsty? I have sought to quench my thirst at the fountains of this world only to find that I thirst again. I seem to oscillate between marathon rounds of flagellation and fornicative frenzy. And is my characterization of my idosyncratic writing style "fascinating" to you or just merely an object of derisive amusement for you? Specifically, what is it about my statement that strikes you as fascinating? I think it was used to express contempt. I appreciate anyones honest statements whether they dripping with malice or drunk with love. My last post to this page was meant for anyone who happened to read it. It wasn't personally or soley directed at anyone. I don't feel like Alfred today. At least not yet. I think I adressed the inapropriateness of my earlier words already but if it is difficult for you to dinstinguish between my being tongue in cheek and the open arms and honest true words of a pricked conscience then perhaps I need to be a little clearer. Perhaps. 040717 ... melting in a black wind Rather, I appreciate the honesty of anyone wrods whether they are dripping with malice or drunk with love. 040717 ... puredream keep melting maybe in your liquid form you'll be a little more clear. 040717 ... minnesota_chris hee hee herculean poop. Now would Hercules' poop be unusually huge, or would it just be physically strong? Wow, that poop is lifting up the cow! 040724 ... Borealis perhaps it would smell extraordinarily strongly? 040724 ... evsp15a splatter pitter patter someone drives by the wall and watches those keeping it reel fascinating really it is 040725 ... zspookster christ, kids, it shows just how ridiculous you all are that you'd actually get pissed off at that Maxell -- i mean, you have to admit, blather is pretty stupid. fun, yes, especially when there's nothing else to do, but some people go so overboard and dependent on it.. *shrug* no offense. i've been there, sorta. i just try to get outside more now. i still have my windows boarded up though... 040808 ... cpgurrl is throwing a tantrum hey, i luv blather 2 guys, but wut IS the point of "keepin it real" on blather?!? if that's all we did, all the whimsy and poetry and even all the BLATHER would be gone, and this would be completely different! (aw, don't feel bad, i'm just jealous after all...) 040808 ... cpgurrl is remorseful will u ever 4give me? 040822 ... I think an herculean poop would be one that would stretch the walls of your rectum far beyond bearing and probably leave you twenty pounds lighter. Then you'd have to drink liquids for several weeks until the rectal scarring healed. 050424 ... . what about - 10 blatherskites who are keepin kissin each others asses? Can't keep it down to 10? 050425 ... Smooches Aw, we love kissing your ass . . ass 050805 ... endless desire aww thank you. i just found this right now because it was written during my blather hiatus. i don't really understand how im "keeping it real" but im going to assume that's a compliment :) 061031 ... . hmmm... 080915 ... meta meta 080915 ... Strideo Oh! I was a bit surprised to see this on the recent page just now. this blathe was seemingly innocuous in my mind at the time that I made it. it feels a bit odd to me that someone took issue with it. ... 080915 ... jane yeah, girl_jane always made it onto the lists and not me. 080915 what's it to you? who go blather from