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False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Macbeth, 1. 7 We watched Catfish unfolding, huddled together for comfort, bracing against what we knew would be the inevitable outcome of an Idealized dream ne’er-cum-true. Suspense hitching our weight, ratcheting tension, like the slow cranking of a roller coaster to its initial and highest peak, knowing that soon, with the protagonist, we would be spiraling downward at a breakneck speed. The masks behind the masks - always prepared with another story to support the last fabrication - were all too familiar. How could we not relate, when this experience so paralleled our own? Although our empathy quickly evaporated, turning away when the protagonists didn’t realize their own rationalizations - their own pride was the mask for their faults. For our own sakes, however, this lesson would not go unlearned. We returned to where we had began our evening - our place of quiet, of sanctuary, and feeling quite agitated, I knew that sleep would elude me lest I shift my focus. I gazed longingly at my love, her small hands gently stroking the scrabble on my cheek she so adores, and I knew that this was the place of fullness, completion and circularity: in her arms. And so as I allowed sleep to take me, we ended the evening as we began - a lover’s embrace and this time, my arms filled her body, my lungs filled with her scent, and my heart filled with an unearthly gratitude knowing I had more to be thankful for than I could ever truly express.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Macbeth, 1. 7

We watched Catfish unfolding, huddled together for comfort, bracing against what we knew would be the inevitable outcome of an Idealized dream ne’er-cum-true. Suspense hitching our weight, ratcheting tension, like the slow cranking of a roller coaster to its initial and highest peak, knowing that soon, with the protagonist, we would be spiraling downward at a breakneck speed.

The masks behind the masks - always prepared with another story to support the last fabrication - were all too familiar. How could we not relate, when this experience so paralleled our own? Although our empathy quickly evaporated, turning away when the protagonists didn’t realize their own rationalizations - their own pride was the mask for their faults. For our own sakes, however, this lesson would not go unlearned.

We returned to where we had began our evening - our place of quiet, of sanctuary, and feeling quite agitated, I knew that sleep would elude me lest I shift my focus. I gazed longingly at my love, her small hands gently stroking the scrabble on my cheek she so adores, and I knew that this was the place of fullness, completion and circularity: in her arms. And so as I allowed sleep to take me, we ended the evening as we began - a lover’s embrace and this time, my arms filled her body, my lungs filled with her scent, and my heart filled with an unearthly gratitude knowing I had more to be thankful for than I could ever truly express.

9 April 2011 • tig internet asshats base manipulation cyber-stalking every kind of creep pathetic

He gift wraps his insults with a know-it-all grinMy steadfast refusal spurs his chagrin Round and round they stumble they mumbleall over againHe misses the point, but blithely sails onHe argues minutiae, all reason withdrawn Anecdotes and distractions Conclusions forgone. Toss up, if you mustyer verbal sperm frivolAsshat or Troll, of Lowly Worm drivelI’ll cudgel yer mouthon my cloven cunt pistol.*Lia growls low*

He gift wraps his insults
with a know-it-all grin
My steadfast refusal
spurs his chagrin

Round and round
they stumble
they mumble
all over again

He misses the point,
but blithely sails on
He argues minutiae,
all reason withdrawn

Anecdotes and distractions
Conclusions forgone.

Toss up, if you must
yer verbal sperm frivol
Asshat or Troll,
of Lowly Worm drivel

I’ll cudgel yer mouth
on my cloven cunt pistol.

*Lia growls low*

25 May 2010 • lia lowly-worm poetry asshats base manipulation cyber-stalking

Do not let their tiny eyes bore into you Nor mind their tiny brains trying to understand what they cannot. They only hate what they fear And fear what they can never be. More’s the pity- and left for you and me. Let us put on the costume And play the parts So that the world might think We belong. I’ll say the right words as you stand resolute hiding behind our masks. But only we know how truly bizarre we are having taken the chance to be different together.

Do not let their tiny eyes bore into you
Nor mind their tiny brains
trying to understand what they cannot.

They only hate what they fear
And fear what they can never be.

More’s the pity-
and left for you and me.

Let us put on the costume
And play the parts
So that the world might think
We belong.

I’ll say the right words
as you stand resolute
hiding behind our masks.

But only we know
how truly bizarre we are
having taken the chance
to be different
together.

14 May 2010 • lia hassles life asshats bootheels irony

They had gathered together to protect the village from the bullying marauders. After their last encounter, only two samurai had remained, Takao (“Noble Hero”) and Shinzuko (“Spirit”). They had left the village to perhaps spend the rest of their lives peacefully. But when you follow Bushido (“way of the warrior”), sometimes troubles follow you. In the smallish town of Yabun Gairo, another bullying marauder, Aku had emerged. This one, however, held such a stranglehold on the people that even the worthless town Mayor was held in his sway. The Council of Elders colluded to protect and preserve the way of Aku, the marauder. Takao and Shinzuko were seasoned veterans of many encounters. This, however, was the first time they had to fight the very people they were there to protect. Shinzu, the more direct of the two, wanted to end the battle quickly and decisively. She was inclined to charge in, sword stained with blood, showing neither pause nor mercy. Takao, the yin to her yang, was the strategist. In his mind, the war was fought over many smaller battles and on many fronts. An all out frontal assault was sometimes best. Other times, it required more subtlety of movement. In the end, they compromised and came together. Takao began to enlist the aid of other samurai. There were ex-officials, current regular Army, current Yabun army, and other ex-patriots whom he would enlist. Each officer assigned a different formation to protect and attack. Meanwhile, Shinzuko taught the villagers how to protect themselves as best as possible, using her formidable persuasive skills to win over other allies. The memory of their battle would inspire many iterations, and the Sting of their victory would soon be set to song. The outcome was predictable; the Banditos were despicable. Of blood they lost a dozen litres, a small price to pay for the Even-Streeters. The town mayor was happy but his face was glum - the mistake he made numbered only one: Do not underestimate Samurai Seven - lest you and your ilk be crying from Heaven.

They had gathered together to protect the village from the bullying marauders.

After their last encounter, only two samurai had remained, Takao (“Noble Hero”) and Shinzuko (“Spirit”). They had left the village to perhaps spend the rest of their lives peacefully. But when you follow Bushido (“way of the warrior”), sometimes troubles follow you.

In the smallish town of Yabun Gairo, another bullying marauder, Aku had emerged. This one, however, held such a stranglehold on the people that even the worthless town Mayor was held in his sway. The Council of Elders colluded to protect and preserve the way of Aku, the marauder.

Takao and Shinzuko were seasoned veterans of many encounters. This, however, was the first time they had to fight the very people they were there to protect.

Shinzu, the more direct of the two, wanted to end the battle quickly and decisively. She was inclined to charge in, sword stained with blood, showing neither pause nor mercy.

Takao, the yin to her yang, was the strategist. In his mind, the war was fought over many smaller battles and on many fronts. An all out frontal assault was sometimes best. Other times, it required more subtlety of movement. In the end, they compromised and came together.

Takao began to enlist the aid of other samurai. There were ex-officials, current regular Army, current Yabun army, and other ex-patriots whom he would enlist. Each officer assigned a different formation to protect and attack. Meanwhile, Shinzuko taught the villagers how to protect themselves as best as possible, using her formidable persuasive skills to win over other allies.

The memory of their battle would inspire many iterations, and the Sting of their victory would soon be set to song.

The outcome was predictable; the Banditos were despicable. Of blood they lost a dozen litres, a small price to pay for the Even-Streeters. The town mayor was happy but his face was glum - the mistake he made numbered only one: Do not underestimate Samurai Seven - lest you and your ilk be crying from Heaven.

8 May 2010 • lia tig adventures hassles asshats

Lon Zhen Hu Dou Shinzuko found shan-tze (patience / endurance) to weather the storm in her mind for the night. On the following morning, she ritualistically calmed herself before the final confrontation. Ready for battle, she entered the Yobun Dojo. As fate would have it, she never even had to draw her sword. The worthless town mayor had thrown away his scabbard; the match was won before it was fought. The villagers were saved from themselves, and Aku was banished. In time, should Aku return, it would be an easy task to deal. (Even still, sworn allies of Takao’s were reporting in, gripping time-honed steel and ready to come to the fight.) “Unless there is an opposing wind,” Shinzuko thought, “a kite cannot rise,” settling down for the night and writing her experiences to share with those who would follow. Now it was time for some sake, for the sake of all that is niúbī. When Takao met up with her, they feasted on their beloved Mongolian beef with rice noodles. The two warriors were weary from the day, although it had not been physically demanding. This was because the truest battles were all in the mind - that victory over the long haul in life is won more from your mental and spiritual stance. Rest now, for further adversity would surely arise… it followed the warriors, as they in turn followed the Bushido. But for now, it was time to celebrate.

Lon Zhen Hu Dou

Shinzuko found shan-tze (patience / endurance) to weather the storm in her mind for the night. On the following morning, she ritualistically calmed herself before the final confrontation. Ready for battle, she entered the Yobun Dojo.

As fate would have it, she never even had to draw her sword. The worthless town mayor had thrown away his scabbard; the match was won before it was fought. The villagers were saved from themselves, and Aku was banished. In time, should Aku return, it would be an easy task to deal. (Even still, sworn allies of Takao’s were reporting in, gripping time-honed steel and ready to come to the fight.)

“Unless there is an opposing wind,” Shinzuko thought, “a kite cannot rise,” settling down for the night and writing her experiences to share with those who would follow.

Now it was time for some sake, for the sake of all that is niúbī.

When Takao met up with her, they feasted on their beloved Mongolian beef with rice noodles. The two warriors were weary from the day, although it had not been physically demanding. This was because the truest battles were all in the mind - that victory over the long haul in life is won more from your mental and spiritual stance.

Rest now, for further adversity would surely arise… it followed the warriors, as they in turn followed the Bushido.

But for now, it was time to celebrate.

27 April 2010 • lia life adventures Everything asshats tig

Bangladeshi Poet Taslima:AGGRESSION    “Human nature is such  That if you sit,  they’ll say, “No, don’t sit.” If you stand, “What’s the matter? Walk! And if you walk, “Shame on you, sit down.!      If you so much as lie down, they’ll order, “Get up.” If you don’t lie down, no respite, ” Lie down.”      I’m wasting my days getting up and sitting down. If I’m dying right now, they speak up, “Live.”  If they see me living, who knows when          they’ll say, “Shame on you. Die!”   In fear, I secretly  go on living. “  What immediately comes to mind is that people strike where they are weakest. Those who cannot cope with rejection try to heap it on others. MY conclusion: Fuck it, then. I’m going to live my life happily and how I want, and if you don’t like it, then fuck you. And hey, I’m sorry your life sucks so much - but taking it out on me by telling me how to live mine will do nothing to improve your station. Don’t like it? Get used to it. Now go afar and find someone else to bother.

Bangladeshi Poet Taslima:

AGGRESSION
  
“Human nature is such 
That if you sit,  they’ll say, “No, don’t sit.”
If you stand, “What’s the matter? Walk!
And if you walk, “Shame on you, sit down.!
    
If you so much as lie down, they’ll order, “Get up.”
If you don’t lie down, no respite, ” Lie down.”
    
I’m wasting my days getting up and sitting down.
If I’m dying right now, they speak up, “Live.” 
If they see me living, who knows when         
they’ll say, “Shame on you. Die!”
 
In fear, I secretly  go on living. “ 

What immediately comes to mind is that people strike where they are weakest. Those who cannot cope with rejection try to heap it on others.

MY conclusion: Fuck it, then.

I’m going to live my life happily and how I want, and if you don’t like it, then fuck you. And hey, I’m sorry your life sucks so much - but taking it out on me by telling me how to live mine will do nothing to improve your station.

Don’t like it? Get used to it.

Now go afar and find someone else to bother.

23 April 2010 • lia poetry life the universe truth fuckin a asshats hassles

Ich habe ihm die Leviten gelesen …

From my Stumble Blog - an example of the stupids - or How Not To Interact with Shao Chi, American Warrior.

Below are past messages from a typical internet dood (just another Needy-Greedy). This is the silly crap that I put up with every ding dong day - some feeb guy who just refuses to accept the reality that I am simply not interested in having any kind of communication. Finally I put my foot down and squished his rotten little balls.

Below is my final response. Enough already.

  • We-were-wolf: I find there is only one universal truth: Some people are too stupid for words and one should never underestimate that.

    Case in point: Despite repeated attempts at inane attention-clamoring disguised as some ridiculous sort of communication that have been ignored, you have shown that you are clearly too stupid to take a hint.

  • That your child-like banter falls squarely into the category of “too stupid for words” seems to elude you by my lack of them in response to you. The underestimation was my doing which I am now taking measures to amend.

    Consider this our first and final communication and if you take only one thing from it, know this: nobody cares about responding to you. You are like a chimpanzee with a keyboard banging away and thinking it the words of Shakespeare.    

  • Do the online community a favor and take up masturbating with sandpaper.

    • 1:56pm

  • Shawnhambler: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. That was a quote from thing thing I stumbeled upoin this mornign - have a great day!:)

    • 11:53am

  • Shawnhambler: What have you been doing? Cripresx - yeah so how is everything going what are you doing now? I don’t know if I am going to work tomorrow or just golfing…………..Walked away from work yesterday - Boss what being a dink so I walked and came home and never went back today - seem him as I was riding my bike to the Golf Course. I never went out just to the range and drank beer between buckets …..

    • Mar 31, 8:05pm

  • Shawnhambler: Bonjour

    • Mar 31, 7:46pm

  • Shawnhambler: how’s the weather your way sweetheart? very cold here -22c

    • Dec 15, 2008 7:27pm

  • Shawnhambler: hey beautiful how have you been keeping yourself? Good here just goping to get the dog and walk him and stuff -ttyl yes please…

    • Sep 6, 2008 4:54pm

  • Shawnhambler: well hello there how have you been?

    • Aug 2, 2008 11:59pm

  • Shawnhambler: hi, how’s everything going these days? the summer has been great here and the sun uis shinning today

    • Jul 19, 2008 11:51am

  • Shawnhambler: howdy - how have ya been doing? Good here - the sun has been comming out lately - kinda weird with the spring being late - so what’s new wqith you ? I am sure you have a story to tell me yeah eh

    • Jun 12, 2008 9:12pm

  • Shawnhambler: hey lasy how are things going for yuou these days? thihngs are good here - warming up alot and the plants are growing up - Have ya been writitng much latlely? cioa for now eh
    shawn.

    • Jun 1, 2008 11:01am

  • Shawnhambler: howdy there crazy - so what’s new? I have been doing yeard work so I am just going to clean myself up now - ttyl eh!
    shawn.

    • May 1, 2008 5:31pm

  • Shawnhambler: your geat I like everything that you write makes my day thankyou hunny love

    • Apr 23, 2008 11:55pm

  • Shawnhambler: yup uh h huh turning 33 tomorrow wooohoo

    • Apr 21, 2008 10:52am

  • Mar 21, 2008 5:03pm

    Shawnhambler: yeah everything isd going good - back at workm now and everything - so what are you writting? yeah my back is gone - don;t know what on earth is going on 3with that - talkibng with my friend and she says a back massage wo4rks wonders - how are you at back massaging? Just heading out to walk a dog that I really like - cripes the old lady had a dong that died and she is o0ld a too and somebody up the lake gave her another dog - a 3month old black lab - she dopesn;t bother walking it that much so I volenttered to do that for her - ttyl
    shawn   Mar 21, 2008 5:03pm          

  • Shawnhambler: cripes I thought you were from england opr sometihng - but your in the states eh? yeah you can stay withme at my house if you come or heck how about a camping trip? I love camping with friends and drinking - cripes I had a great few trips last summer -

    • Jan 21, 2008 4:51pm

     
  •  Shawnhambler: yeah everything is great today - the weather is smashing good but a LITTLE ON THE COLD SIDE (THINK i TOLD YOU THAT) sorry for thta I hit the caps by accident - so what are you doing today then? see I have never been over the ocean and they do everything differant there yeah?

 Jan 21, 2008 4:40pm

  •  Shawnhambler: Lia I love that name - yeah the moon is going to be full christmas eve here that is tomorrow eh - yeah so I’m having a little party tomorrow night - want to come? hey maybe stay the night eh - where do you live again - hey where is your man? Fill me in

Dec 23, 2007 10:43pm

18 April 2010 • lia asshats cyber-stalking fuck off hassles lolz needy-greedies pathetic yes this is actual wordage from pathetic lonely lotharios Er ist ein taube Nuß

~empty spaces~

There was always another demand -
a knock on the door
the ring of the phone
the incessantly blinking stumble icon-
the flag up on the mailbox icon-
the friendly reminders of
the overflowing in-box.

File under C for:

coercion
cajoling
childish
cries
claims
commands
compulsions
claim-staking
creeps.

The online community creating its own electronic shop of horrors -
FEED ME! they demanded.

(Cyber-stalking is so much easier than following people at the mall…)

And what shall we use to
fill the empty spaces?

And how does one respond
To the endless clamoring for one’s attention?

What occurs when infinite need meets endless opportunity?

One begins to think ceaselessly of oblivion-

Perhaps non-existence would be less painful
than another needy greedy
with a high demand
and a low threshold for rejection
too easily insulted
braced for affront

and ready for outrage …

Art via blackeri & elestrial, respectively.

11 March 2010 • asshats fuck off needy-greedies cyber-stalking pathetic

the needy-greedy

They assault blindly and quickly -

almost without thought -

and blame it on you
for not following the script
(which you never got… )


Well, I’m sorry you’re alone.
Perhaps it’s not an accident.

Maybe you are complicit in your isolation.

You might be somewhat to blame for your companion-less cloistering.

Or perhaps it’s all just a big misunderstanding.

And if people only took to time to know you -
they would love you as you so richly deserve…

The point is …

it’s not my problem either way.

I am not a part of your drama
or trauma
or hassle.



I merely exist…
somewhere in the ether
eternally out of reach

And for today
and the rest of your life

I will be nothing more than an idea in your head
to do with as you like,

(so long as you)

Leave Me Alone.

10 March 2010 • asshats fuck off lia cyber-stalking guilt men pathetic Whinge