guess_who_wrote_this_blathe _________ i'm bored. is anybody else bored? well, yeah....why else would we be here? (if that offended anybody, i am truly sorry...i am a devoted blatherskite as well.) well, anyway, here's something that might make us less bored (no promises, though.)...try and guess who i am!!! :)) actually this is kind of just a test 2 see if i have a writing style or not...but it's still something to do. yes, so anyway, (wait i'm trying really hard not 2 sidetrack here--not working though. wutever.) if anybody can guess who i am. u'll win a prize...but i don't know wut it is yet. 040821 ... whitechocolatewalrus cpgurrl/estarocks? i don't know who else uses 2's 040821 ... puredream Yeah it's definitely her. 040821 ... yup its me. this is no fun...it took less tjhan a 1/2 an hour? at least i have a writing style, though...that's good. u get the prize of making me feel shallow and dumb. 040821 ... cpgurrl (this is the part where u put ur arm around and just generally try 2 console me, but i get mad and flounce of 2 my room like the 12 yr. old i am.) oops....was that a dent in the floor....???? 040821 ... wcw actually, i think it didn't even take that long, but don't worry, i am good at guessing 040821 ... Doar so what is the prize you'll be handing out to the winning guessers? 040821 ... whitechocolatewalrus i think she said i get the prize of making her feel shallow and dumb. however, i don't think that is a very good prize. i'd rather receive a box of zebras or a gaggle of penguins or a tree of pandas. that's just me though. 040821 ... cpgurrl r u sure u wouldn't mind all the poo....? (ps: such cliches! don't u know better than that? i mean, COME ON, gaggle!!!!) 040821 ... you could always keep the game going. I'm sure this one will be harder, because I don't believe I have any discernable style. I don't believe I spelled discernable right either. So I wanted to explain what exactly I meant. And see the thing is I always mean what I say. Always. I mean almost exactly what I say unless of course I correct myself and say no that's not the word i'm looking for. I think I need to learn a few more languages, because there aren't enough words in this one. But I wanted to explain what I meant. So when I say everything... I mean EVERYTHING... Let's try it in context. "I love everything you are." I love that sometimes you make me miserable. I love that you're unsure. I love that you have regrets. I love that you have passion. I love that you're afraid. I love that you have a little bit of flab on your tummy that smooshes against me when I lean into you. I love that you sweat like it's ninety degrees out even when it's onl eighty... To really complete the list I'd have to go on forever((and just wait we're getting to that one)), but I'm hoping you get the idea. "I'll love you forever." Now forever traditionally means right up until I die. When I say forever I mean... that since the sun exploded into existence... before Jesus and the bit with the cross... before the Egyptians... before the Civil War... I loved you. And after I'm thirty... and after I get married... and after I die... and after we wipe out most of the population for the fifth time... and after the sun goes nova and does in all those we missed the first couple times around... and after the darkness consumes everything... the little atoms that were me once upon a time... will still seek out the bits of matter that were you... once upon a time. I mean what I say. Always. Understand that. And should I ever contradict myself... I will not mean it any less. Believe me. 040822 ... u24 doar? 040823 ... stork daddy oh the desire to be known, or to feel unknowable. but you can't really escape the reality - most people are just right enough about us to hurt us, or love us, or make us laugh - but still more wrong so that we're far more lonely than anything else. 040823 ... lucky Dear , Wow. *stifles a cry* love, 040823 ... Death of a Rose U24, sorry mate, wasn't me. I do think I have a particular ponderance of thought that is readily apparent to even our blind listeners. 040823 ... kookaburra i'd guess puredream, but i could be wrong 040823 ... moi? a moment flutters between the leaves of the tall oak tree, and the sun dapples and massages my back as i lay on the grass absorbing the heat, smiling into the light as the day time night fills the void between satisfaction and a slip into dispair 040823 ... lucky nom= moi? and puredream did not write that, however she did fall in love with it 040823 ... Borealis puredream thinks like the latter half, but the former would have been very out of character. 040823 ... moi? moi ne c'est pas nom 040823 ... moi n'est pas... ou ne c'est pas? je ne parle pas fracais 040823 ... unhinged ce n'est pas ....je parle un petit peu de francais 040823 ... petemoi merci mon amie, je parle un petit peu tambien, pero hablo espanol aussi 040823 ... moi merci mon amie, je parle un petit peu tambien, pero hablo espanol aussi 040823 ... pete ahh i guess that forcive habit wrecked it all.. ah well... 040823 ... retournee I just want to know who you really are. To set the memories straight. Change them to suit who you really are, not who I thought you were. Because all of this nonesense is killing me inside. I think about you always, in all ways. Who you were, who you weren't, who you were to me, who you really weren't... Who was that boy that I saw? And did he really just cease to exist? Don't let yourself go beautiful...you're worth too much in my eyes. Or... 050220 ... drstrangelove then u must come to me let me hear you let me know you as you know me together learning im still evolving 050220 ... / ... 050220 ... \ / 050220 ... once again it was me 050221 ... oldephebe well it definately wasn't me...except for maxell and al and a few other psuedonyms..but this one definately wasn't me 050221 ... RIC I don't think anyone was considering you or even thought about you having anything to do with this. for one thing your style is too dense and circuitous to even remotely resemble the first blathe on this page. So you're Alfred? I thought it was kx21 or something. 050221 ... oldephebe Gee..you're not exactly quicksilver flahing across the sky are you? Yes. I'm ashamned to say that I have posted many blathes under the name of Alfred. Uh I had a particularly odious encounter with alfred tso or whatever his name is on another site. i mean just pure unprovoked malice spewing out of his flaming red hole sooo... i came up with this persona, the pro-business aristotlean jerk. my deepest apologies except mr tso who knows why i harbor and nurture this black thorn of enmity in my heart. well...that was a little much. seriously mr tso read any sylvia plath lately? okay so just equate all of my blathes as alfred as mischievous satire there was no intent to harm or injure anyone in particular including the tso fellow by any incidental affiliation one may or may not have drawn. afred the pro-business aristotlean ayn rand acolyte was just a vehicle for me to explore peoples reactions to a harboiled business/lifestyle ethos. so i indulged in mysticism to forward an anti-mysticism message..yes i am a fraud or at least i can be at various times. soooo...my apologies blather i don't know who the other alfred is though ... 050221 ... Alfred Oldephebe, you quixotic effeminate floridly unhinged daffodil, please do not make any associations between you and me. To the rest of blather, I owe all of you an apology, I have had an opportunity between sips of khalua and coffee to contemplate my previous sardonic spates of gratuitous insult. I was wrong, I was assuming a position of authority, of .... Actually my last spate of electric shock therapy resulted in a postule of cooked tissue lodged in my visual cortex and this has produced intermittant blindness as well as these lacerating headaches wich may or may not have been a contributory factor of my recent misanthropic postures. 050221 ... ? why do you hide ? 070328 ... sigh mer me me mer mer... me ain't got no money.. no job.. no man... oh no .. oh oh.. whats happened to my life ? mer me me mer mer.... 070328 what's it to you? who go blather from