I had a strange dream last night that had Nostradamus fucking my
brains out. I was pinned by the ol' coot against a brick wall, face
toward the brick, while Nostradamus humped the living ***** outta' my
***** until it bled.
"This is what happens when you contradict my quatrains, my visions for
the future!!" he screamed, as he pulled his pants up and walked away.
I was hurt badly, lying in a fetal position, naked, and bleeding from
my *****.
"Why didn't you use a rubber, goddamnit, or a sheepskin, or something,
you ol' fucking pervert?! I don't wanna get any of your fuckin'
diseases, you scumbag rapist!" I yelled back at him, as he faded into
the distance. He didn't say anymore.
There was only silence as I wept. And then the light of day dimmed.
And it grew cold, the wind began to howl, as I laid there, shaking and
crying.
And, then in the blurriness of my tear-soaked eyes, something strange,
rather frightening, came into view above me. It was hovering in the
air, making a buzzing sound...my eyes began to clear as the thing came
more sharply into focus.
It was a brown-colored armadillo with wings! A flying armadillo!! I
could not believe my eyes. I had never known or heard of armadilloes
flying, or that they had any wings. But, there it was, moving about
overhead, dipping down at times, and grazing my body with its clawed
feet. I could feel the wind from its fast moving wings, that looked
like the membrane wings of a common housefly!
"Get away from me!" I screamed, rising up and waving my arms at it,
shaking my fists. "Get away from me, you crazy demon from hell, you
armadillo of evil!!"
But, it didn't go away. It continued to hover above me, taunting
me...and then it urinated on my head. The hot musky urine sprayed
downward on me, and it flowed into my eyes, burning my eyes, obscuring
my vision.
"***** you, you fuckin' armadillo! Why did God create such a
monstrous thing, and why did I get raped by Nostradamus?!" I shouted,
whirling around crazily, still naked, and bleeding, while wiping the
urine from my face.
Then the armadillo descended to the ground, where it folded in its
wings underneath its armored skin plates. It began to stare at me, as
it stood there, and I stared back at it. Minutes went by, it seemed,
until suddenly the armadillo spoke to me in clear English.
"You are having a nightmare, stupid," the creature said. "Wake up, and
tell the world about this nightmare because it is symbolic. It is not
a prophecy, but it is a special insight into the world's problems."
Then the creature scurried away into a large mesquite bush, and the
bush ignited into flame and and smoke.
As I stood there, watching the bush burn, I suddenly awoke. I had peed
my sleep pants.
Dr. Bipolar >;))~
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11 Feb 2007 03:53:26 AM |
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"Dr. Bipolar" <garylesle...@hotmail.com> wrote:
I had a strange dream last night that had Nostradamus
fucking my brains out. I was pinned by the ol' coot
against a brick wall, face toward the brick, while
Nostradamus humped the living ***** outta' my *****
until it bled.
Psychologists will tell you that most sex dreams are
nothing more than wish fulfillment. Much like the
bondage crowd, you rape-fantasy people suffer from
deep seated guilt, and can't truly enjoy sex unless
you can free yourself of this guilt by blaming
others for your pleasure.
"It wasn't my fault! I was raped/tied up!"
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11 Feb 2007 08:38:26 AM |
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"JTEM" <jtem01@gmail.com> wrote in message
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"Dr. Bipolar" <garylesle...@hotmail.com> wrote:
I had a strange dream last night that had Nostradamus
fucking my brains out. I was pinned by the ol' coot
against a brick wall, face toward the brick, while
Nostradamus humped the living ***** outta' my *****
until it bled.
Psychologists will tell you that most sex dreams are
nothing more than wish fulfillment. Much like the
bondage crowd, you rape-fantasy people suffer from
deep seated guilt, and can't truly enjoy sex unless
you can free yourself of this guilt by blaming
others for your pleasure.
"It wasn't my fault! I was raped/tied up!"
ROFL ! ! :))~
You slay me, doll boy.
It's simply a Guernon-agitator piece. If you haven't noticed, Jean's a
real hardline psycho who expects the world to be quite utterly destroyed,
with Iran leading initiating the wholesale bloodletting.
A grim, gloomy future he says can't be stopped because God wills it...and
Nostradamus is God's prophetic instrument, and therefore infallible.
Jean is a bloomin' psycho-sadist and his vision of the future is far more
'sick' than any silly sex fantasy piece I dream up!! Sheeesh...look at
many folks here, including yourself...and your expectations for the
future, your fears, hatred, racism, apocalyptic fantasies, conspiratorial
paranoid ideas, flame games, et al.
Take a good look...breathe deep the gathering gloom...LOL!
Step back, if you can stand it, and take a good look at our leaders and
what they are doing, what they are now planning...what terrorist fringe
groups are doing, and have done...
Look at Boston, MA, and the UK UFO 'panic', and what do you see?
City officials, police, the media, and the public using no common sense,
no rationality, no brains in dealing with stupid hysteria...hysteria! They
shut down a city, the media sends out alarms...because the terrible
'mooninites' threaten! LOL!!
And I'm a sick *****, am I?
Am I really?
Is not the entire mileau today a sick fuckin' mess? Fear rampant, hatred
boiling, revenge, torture, domination of the weak, exploitation everywhere
for profit and power...expectations of a bloody world war, demons and
angels battling, rapture, et al.
And I'm having a 'rape fantasy' am I? Really?
Buddy boy, and friends here at APN, we're going nuts, the world is heading
into a dark tunnel, ever darker and deeper, hypocrisy everywhere, lies
galore, insanity of all kinds raking our civilization...and we play with
our Ipods, camera phones, PDAs, exercise our Bowflex buns, shop
incessantly, play games, listen to endless blather about some
drug-addicted dead model *****'s crazy life...
And I'm a sick *****, am I?
We're a sick species, a sick civilization in a very sick era...on the edge
and moving toward something horrendously nightmarish...but is it what we
expect? I don't fuckin' know, and I don't think anyone knows what is about
to happen. But, something very bad is working up on us...it may not be
Jean's fantasies, or mine, or any of your's fulfilled, but something quite
unexpected. Who knows?
We can't even remove our corrupted leaders from office whose decisions
have caused so much unnecessary death and injury and misery.
All we can muster is a toothless resolution of protest against them and
their policy in Iraq...debate endlessly...and make jokes about the
disturbed nature of those leaders...as more bodies come home, more are
disabled for life. Sabers rattle for even more murder as the US Navy
steams toward the Gulf...and more troops flood into Iraq.
Hell...sometimes I wish I could just place my mind in another 'world' 24/7
where I'd barely be aware of the real one we face every day...and
fantasizing, doing comedy, satirizing, is part of my way of dealing with
all of this insanity, folks.
What's yours???
Docrodile
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11 Feb 2007 10:20:38 AM |
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"Docrodile" <swampth...@hellsbayou.net> wrote:
You slay me, doll boy.
Hardly. You're the violent one. I'm sweetness
and light. I would no more slay you than
willingly purchase British sausage.
And I did NOT condemn you for the silly sex
piece. Just the opposite. I encouraged you
to explore your fantasies, but in a mature
manner which includes agreed upon "safe words,"
to ensure that things don't get out of hand.
And you are correct. I do tend to dwell on the
negative. As for the flame games, I have never
pretended to be above it all, or that such
practices are anything other than the childish
taunts which they are. However...
Have you ever TRIED to have a serious discussion
here? One sock is so in love with me that it
must reply to my every post, each time surpassing
it's already seemingly unsurpassable contributions
to lameness. Another lavishes me with sexual
fantasies, while still others have made it their
mission to constantly remind me just how people
mentally ill people are properly medicated.
All that's left is flames.
And you're wrong. We can win. We can remove the
corrupt "Leaders." But we can't do it alone. We
have to start with removing all the military
leaders, all the federal judges, all the civil
servants who are under obligation -- who took an
oath to our constitution -- yet turned their
collective backs when Bush & Cheney stole the
Whitehouse in 2000.
Corrupt people are corrupt. Like any mad dog,
their behavior is predictable enough. We can
no more blame the corrupt politicians for their
actions than we can the mad dog. But every town
has a dog catcher -- an animal control officer.
And when your town is overrun my mad dogs you
can spend your days wishing them away, or you
can work hard to get a new dog catcher.
In our case, more than anything, we should be
reminding our dog catchers of their responsibility.
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11 Feb 2007 11:45:37 AM |
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"JTEM" <jtem01@gmail.com> wrote in message
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"Docrodile" <swampth...@hellsbayou.net> wrote:
You slay me, doll boy.
Hardly. You're the violent one.
I'm sweetness
and light. I would no more slay you than
willingly purchase British sausage.
Sexual imagery...sausage. Reference to Wolfy...British.
And I did NOT condemn you for the silly sex
piece.
I always love psychos. It's how they recreate what they do and say. It's
how a simple put-down is resculptured into a sort of non-derogatory 'work
of art', even into a 'dispassionate analysis.'
Just the opposite. I encouraged you
to explore your fantasies
....and how a psycho, or sociopath, takes their put-down of someone and
spins it to altruistic social work. LOL! You slay me, doll boy!
, but in a mature
manner which includes agreed upon "safe words,"
to ensure that things don't get out of hand.
Sorry, Emily Dickinson, I didn't know this was the Ladies Home Journal
forum. LOL! If the day ever comes that lil' two-faced psycho weasels
dictate my social or moral behavior, then I'll be glad to breathe my last
breath.
And you are correct. I do tend to dwell on the
negative. As for the flame games, I have never
pretended to be above it all, or that such
practices are anything other than the childish
taunts which they are. However...
Have you ever TRIED to have a serious discussion
here?
More than tried, I have many times. But the varying intepretations of
'serious discussion' can cause conflict over my assertion that I have had.
I can engage people on a crude level, or a more refined one, depending on
my mood, and their presentation, or attitude. With you, if I met you in
real life, I'd be in prison soon afterward, I think. It would be hard for
me not to bludgeon you to death with a blunt instrument...possibly kill
your goat wife, cut her head off, and use it for the instrument. I can see
the headlines in Texas, "Assailant Fatally Beats Man With Ex Goat-Wife's
Head."
One sock is so in love with me that it
must reply to my every post
Oh, jeeezuz...get off the 'love for ya' crap, guy. No one has you as a
love object or romantic obsession here. That has been your assertion or
assumption, constantly, here. And I wonder why it is such a recurring
theme in your replies. Hmmmm...couldn't be because you WISH you were SO
WANTED sexually, romantically..and maybe that's because in real life, you
are so UNWANTED. Eh? ;))~
, each time surpassing
it's already seemingly unsurpassable contributions
to lameness. Another lavishes me with sexual
fantasies, while still others have made it their
mission to constantly remind me just how people
mentally ill people are properly medicated.
Uh...huh...sure, sure...Wolfy and I are drooling for your penis and *****,
fella. You're self-deluded and/or a lying fart. You bounce from fantasy or
speciousness to relative sanity or common sense constantly, which makes me
think you're hittin' the drugs yourself. Or you're just another psycho,
which, looking back at your long usenet record, seems to be the 'ticket'.
I've been around con men all my life, guy, and you smell like one to me.
Language you use, conceptualism, 'rationale,' interaction...how many
suckers have you fleeced in your lifetime so far? If I dropped a benjamin
on one of your schemes, would you be checking on my bank account info to
clean me out? I think so. Grifter...
All that's left is flames.
Ignite the methane that blows daily out your *****, and you'd have plenty of
flame.
And you're wrong. We can win. We can remove the
corrupt "Leaders." But we can't do it alone. We
have to start with removing all the military
leaders, all the federal judges, all the civil
servants who are under obligation -- who took an
oath to our constitution -- yet turned their
collective backs when Bush & Cheney stole the
Whitehouse in 2000.
No, fella, those shits you mentioned didn't start this war, but they may
be perpetuating it. It starts at the top of the food chain. The
impeachment of the commander-in-chief will do it, along with the removal
or resignation of Cheney. And the Congress and people should be pushing
for a change in executive power priveleges to counter-check abuses at the
top, and make provisions to stop or alter a President's power to start a
war, or to carry on with one. Protection of citizens' privacy is another
area that needs congressional work. Unless the pecking order has changed
in this species, the others you mentioned will fall into line under new
leadership.
Corrupt people are corrupt. Like any mad dog,
their behavior is predictable enough.
Uh.. a mad dogs' behaviour isn't always predictable.
We can
no more blame the corrupt politicians for their
actions than we can the mad dog.
But every town
has a dog catcher -- an animal control officer.
And when your town is overrun my mad dogs you
can spend your days wishing them away, or you
can work hard to get a new dog catcher.
In our case, more than anything, we should be
reminding our dog catchers of their responsibility.
Uh...our individual responsibility is to, number one, survive, and,
ensuring that basic, our civic responsibility is to make sure we live in
peace and safety, and , thirdly, to protect and enjoy all of our freedoms
as individuals so we can look forward to another day on the planet...if
not, then life itself will either end or make no sense whatsovever if it
continues. Unless, of course, you're a sadomasochist or similarly deranged
person that feeds on misery, overt or self-inflicted. Or, you are Jean
Guernon. LOL!
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11 Feb 2007 01:30:51 PM |
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"Docrodile" <swampth...@hellsbayou.net> wrote:
Sexual imagery...sausage. Reference to Wolfy...British.
Wow. Again with the sexual fantasies... how, common.
Anyhow, your bipolar disorder in full swing, I think
I'll sit back and watch you flame yourself for a while.
Here's looking forward to seeing you on the news!
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12 Feb 2007 03:59:22 AM |
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On Feb 11, 11:30 am, "JTEM" <jte...@gmail.com> wrote:
"Docrodile" <swampth...@hellsbayou.net> wrote:
Sexual imagery...sausage. Reference to Wolfy...British.
Wow. Again with the sexual fantasies... how, common.
Anyhow, your bipolar disorder in full swing, I think
I'll sit back and watch you flame yourself for a while.
Here's looking forward to seeing you on the news!
When you get tired of back-door and S&M sex, doll boy, please let the
lil' plastic ladies know so they can pack up and move outta' your love
shack. No use keeping 'em around if you're unable to carry out your
pneumatic duties. Send 'em to Stevie. He'll know what to do with 'em.
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11 Feb 2007 11:53:25 AM |
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On Feb 11, 9:45 am, "Docrodile" <swampth...@hellsbayou.net> wrote:
"JTEM" <jte...@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:1171210838.532569.52700@p10g2000cwp.googlegroups.com...
"Docrodile" <swampth...@hellsbayou.net> wrote:
You slay me, doll boy.
Hardly. You're the violent one.
I'm sweetness
and light. I would no more slay you than
willingly purchase British sausage.
Sexual imagery...sausage. Reference to Wolfy...British.
And I did NOT condemn you for the silly sex
piece.
I always love psychos. It's how they recreate what they do and say. It's
how a simple put-down is resculptured into a sort of non-derogatory 'work
of art', even into a 'dispassionate analysis.'
Just the opposite. I encouraged you
to explore your fantasies
...and how a psycho, or sociopath, takes their put-down of someone and
spins it to altruistic social work. LOL! You slay me, doll boy!
You two are peas in a pod. If I didn't know better, I could believe
that JTEM is another one of Docko's sock puppets -- writing those long
winded posts that mirror Doc's.
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11 Feb 2007 04:54:35 AM |
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After Much Chewing of Cud and Cogitation, "Dr. Bipolar" <garylesley21
@hotmail.com> Spat the Words
I had a strange dream last night that had Nostradamus fucking my
brains out. I was pinned by the ol' coot against a brick wall, face
toward the brick, while Nostradamus humped the living ***** outta' my
***** until it bled.
"This is what happens when you contradict my quatrains, my visions for
the future!!" he screamed, as he pulled his pants up and walked away.
I was hurt badly, lying in a fetal position, naked, and bleeding from
my *****.
"Why didn't you use a rubber, goddamnit, or a sheepskin, or something,
you ol' fucking pervert?! I don't wanna get any of your fuckin'
diseases, you scumbag rapist!" I yelled back at him, as he faded into
the distance. He didn't say anymore.
There was only silence as I wept. And then the light of day dimmed.
And it grew cold, the wind began to howl, as I laid there, shaking and
crying.
And, then in the blurriness of my tear-soaked eyes, something strange,
rather frightening, came into view above me. It was hovering in the
air, making a buzzing sound...my eyes began to clear as the thing came
more sharply into focus.
It was a brown-colored armadillo with wings! A flying armadillo!! I
could not believe my eyes. I had never known or heard of armadilloes
flying, or that they had any wings. But, there it was, moving about
overhead, dipping down at times, and grazing my body with its clawed
feet. I could feel the wind from its fast moving wings, that looked
like the membrane wings of a common housefly!
"Get away from me!" I screamed, rising up and waving my arms at it,
shaking my fists. "Get away from me, you crazy demon from hell, you
armadillo of evil!!"
But, it didn't go away. It continued to hover above me, taunting
me...and then it urinated on my head. The hot musky urine sprayed
downward on me, and it flowed into my eyes, burning my eyes, obscuring
my vision.
"***** you, you fuckin' armadillo! Why did God create such a
monstrous thing, and why did I get raped by Nostradamus?!" I shouted,
whirling around crazily, still naked, and bleeding, while wiping the
urine from my face.
Then the armadillo descended to the ground, where it folded in its
wings underneath its armored skin plates. It began to stare at me, as
it stood there, and I stared back at it. Minutes went by, it seemed,
until suddenly the armadillo spoke to me in clear English.
"You are having a nightmare, stupid," the creature said. "Wake up, and
tell the world about this nightmare because it is symbolic. It is not
a prophecy, but it is a special insight into the world's problems."
The world has problems ?
Then the creature scurried away into a large mesquite bush, and the
bush ignited into flame and and smoke.
As I stood there, watching the bush burn, I suddenly awoke. I had peed
my sleep pants.
Dr. Bipolar >;))~
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11 Feb 2007 03:47:02 PM |
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On Feb 11, 1:55 pm, "Dr. Bipolar" <garylesle...@hotmail.com> wrote:
I had a strange dream last night that had Nostradamus fucking my
brains out. I was pinned by the ol' coot against a brick wall, face
toward the brick, while Nostradamus humped the living ***** outta' my
***** until it bled.
"This is what happens when you contradict my quatrains, my visions for
the future!!" he screamed, as he pulled his pants up and walked away.
I was hurt badly, lying in a fetal position, naked, and bleeding from
my *****.
"Why didn't you use a rubber, goddamnit, or a sheepskin, or something,
you ol' fucking pervert?! I don't wanna get any of your fuckin'
diseases, you scumbag rapist!" I yelled back at him, as he faded into
the distance. He didn't say anymore.
There was only silence as I wept. And then the light of day dimmed.
And it grew cold, the wind began to howl, as I laid there, shaking and
crying.
And, then in the blurriness of my tear-soaked eyes, something strange,
rather frightening, came into view above me. It was hovering in the
air, making a buzzing sound...my eyes began to clear as the thing came
more sharply into focus.
It was a brown-colored armadillo with wings! A flying armadillo!! I
could not believe my eyes. I had never known or heard of armadilloes
flying, or that they had any wings. But, there it was, moving about
overhead, dipping down at times, and grazing my body with its clawed
feet. I could feel the wind from its fast moving wings, that looked
like the membrane wings of a common housefly!
"Get away from me!" I screamed, rising up and waving my arms at it,
shaking my fists. "Get away from me, you crazy demon from hell, you
armadillo of evil!!"
But, it didn't go away. It continued to hover above me, taunting
me...and then it urinated on my head. The hot musky urine sprayed
downward on me, and it flowed into my eyes, burning my eyes, obscuring
my vision.
"***** you, you fuckin' armadillo! Why did God create such a
monstrous thing, and why did I get raped by Nostradamus?!" I shouted,
whirling around crazily, still naked, and bleeding, while wiping the
urine from my face.
Then the armadillo descended to the ground, where it folded in its
wings underneath its armored skin plates. It began to stare at me, as
it stood there, and I stared back at it. Minutes went by, it seemed,
until suddenly the armadillo spoke to me in clear English.
"You are having a nightmare, stupid," the creature said. "Wake up, and
tell the world about this nightmare because it is symbolic. It is not
a prophecy, but it is a special insight into the world's problems."
Then the creature scurried away into a large mesquite bush, and the
bush ignited into flame and and smoke.
As I stood there, watching the bush burn, I suddenly awoke. I had peed
my sleep pants.
Dr. Bipolar >;))~
If only the Old seer would come and Roger the ***** off those misguided
prognosticators, then we would some busted ***** dings waddling away,
muttering Quatrains.
LB
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12 Feb 2007 03:53:59 AM |
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On Feb 11, 1:47 pm, "leigh8...@optusnet.com.au"
<leigh8...@optusnet.com.au> wrote:
On Feb 11, 1:55 pm, "Dr. Bipolar" <garylesle...@hotmail.com> wrote:
I had a strange dream last night that had Nostradamus fucking my
brains out. I was pinned by the ol' coot against a brick wall, face
toward the brick, while Nostradamus humped the living ***** outta' my
***** until it bled.
"This is what happens when you contradict my quatrains, my visions for
the future!!" he screamed, as he pulled his pants up and walked away.
I was hurt badly, lying in a fetal position, naked, and bleeding from
my *****.
"Why didn't you use a rubber, goddamnit, or a sheepskin, or something,
you ol' fucking pervert?! I don't wanna get any of your fuckin'
diseases, you scumbag rapist!" I yelled back at him, as he faded into
the distance. He didn't say anymore.
There was only silence as I wept. And then the light of day dimmed.
And it grew cold, the wind began to howl, as I laid there, shaking and
crying.
And, then in the blurriness of my tear-soaked eyes, something strange,
rather frightening, came into view above me. It was hovering in the
air, making a buzzing sound...my eyes began to clear as the thing came
more sharply into focus.
It was a brown-colored armadillo with wings! A flying armadillo!! I
could not believe my eyes. I had never known or heard of armadilloes
flying, or that they had any wings. But, there it was, moving about
overhead, dipping down at times, and grazing my body with its clawed
feet. I could feel the wind from its fast moving wings, that looked
like the membrane wings of a common housefly!
"Get away from me!" I screamed, rising up and waving my arms at it,
shaking my fists. "Get away from me, you crazy demon from hell, you
armadillo of evil!!"
But, it didn't go away. It continued to hover above me, taunting
me...and then it urinated on my head. The hot musky urine sprayed
downward on me, and it flowed into my eyes, burning my eyes, obscuring
my vision.
"***** you, you fuckin' armadillo! Why did God create such a
monstrous thing, and why did I get raped by Nostradamus?!" I shouted,
whirling around crazily, still naked, and bleeding, while wiping the
urine from my face.
Then the armadillo descended to the ground, where it folded in its
wings underneath its armored skin plates. It began to stare at me, as
it stood there, and I stared back at it. Minutes went by, it seemed,
until suddenly the armadillo spoke to me in clear English.
"You are having a nightmare, stupid," the creature said. "Wake up, and
tell the world about this nightmare because it is symbolic. It is not
a prophecy, but it is a special insight into the world's problems."
Then the creature scurried away into a large mesquite bush, and the
bush ignited into flame and and smoke.
As I stood there, watching the bush burn, I suddenly awoke. I had peed
my sleep pants.
Dr. Bipolar >;))~
If only the Old seer would come and Roger the ***** off those misguided
prognosticators, then we would some busted ***** dings waddling away,
muttering Quatrains.
LB- Hide quoted text -
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You'd probably preferred John Hogue getting reamed...LOL!
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12 Feb 2007 05:42:37 AM |
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On Feb 12, 7:53 pm, "Dr. Bipolar" <garylesle...@hotmail.com> wrote:
On Feb 11, 1:47 pm, "leigh8...@optusnet.com.au"
<leigh8...@optusnet.com.au> wrote:
On Feb 11, 1:55 pm, "Dr. Bipolar" <garylesle...@hotmail.com> wrote:
I had a strange dream last night that had Nostradamus fucking my
brains out. I was pinned by the ol' coot against a brick wall, face
toward the brick, while Nostradamus humped the living ***** outta' my
***** until it bled.
"This is what happens when you contradict my quatrains, my visions for
the future!!" he screamed, as he pulled his pants up and walked away.
I was hurt badly, lying in a fetal position, naked, and bleeding from
my *****.
"Why didn't you use a rubber, goddamnit, or a sheepskin, or something,
you ol' fucking pervert?! I don't wanna get any of your fuckin'
diseases, you scumbag rapist!" I yelled back at him, as he faded into
the distance. He didn't say anymore.
There was only silence as I wept. And then the light of day dimmed.
And it grew cold, the wind began to howl, as I laid there, shaking and
crying.
And, then in the blurriness of my tear-soaked eyes, something strange,
rather frightening, came into view above me. It was hovering in the
air, making a buzzing sound...my eyes began to clear as the thing came
more sharply into focus.
It was a brown-colored armadillo with wings! A flying armadillo!! I
could not believe my eyes. I had never known or heard of armadilloes
flying, or that they had any wings. But, there it was, moving about
overhead, dipping down at times, and grazing my body with its clawed
feet. I could feel the wind from its fast moving wings, that looked
like the membrane wings of a common housefly!
"Get away from me!" I screamed, rising up and waving my arms at it,
shaking my fists. "Get away from me, you crazy demon from hell, you
armadillo of evil!!"
But, it didn't go away. It continued to hover above me, taunting
me...and then it urinated on my head. The hot musky urine sprayed
downward on me, and it flowed into my eyes, burning my eyes, obscuring
my vision.
"***** you, you fuckin' armadillo! Why did God create such a
monstrous thing, and why did I get raped by Nostradamus?!" I shouted,
whirling around crazily, still naked, and bleeding, while wiping the
urine from my face.
Then the armadillo descended to the ground, where it folded in its
wings underneath its armored skin plates. It began to stare at me, as
it stood there, and I stared back at it. Minutes went by, it seemed,
until suddenly the armadillo spoke to me in clear English.
"You are having a nightmare, stupid," the creature said. "Wake up, and
tell the world about this nightmare because it is symbolic. It is not
a prophecy, but it is a special insight into the world's problems."
Then the creature scurried away into a large mesquite bush, and the
bush ignited into flame and and smoke.
As I stood there, watching the bush burn, I suddenly awoke. I had peed
my sleep pants.
Dr. Bipolar >;))~
If only the Old seer would come and Roger the ***** off those misguided
prognosticators, then we would some busted ***** dings waddling away,
muttering Quatrains.
LB- Hide quoted text -
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You'd probably preferred John Hogue getting reamed...LOL!
I thought that was what is wrong with him, but he is not alone, by any
means.
LB
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