YSaC, Vol. 1686: Hey little girl, is Sparky home?
Who’s ready for a wall of crazy?
I’m on fire….. – m4w – 21
age : 21
Time’s fleeting and you should know everything. . ..I’m sure that most of everything from the past is just chaotic confusion for you. You’d like to believe, but deep down inside you somethings not quite right. To me, everything’s clear, for I know and have accepted the truth of you and every single motivation that laced actions. In the end, you ended up back at square one and don’t even know it yet. I don’t think you’ve come to grips with everything yet. You know how I view regret; however, a couple things vex me.
(Please don’t answer the questions they’re rhetorical.)
1) How come you never associated my actions of walking by you like a stranger so many times with my research? I thought my sentiments were obvious when considering I did everything in my power to avoid and push you away the entire time after we returned in July. I didn’t care for your threat. You never scared me.
2) Did you know I tried to give you everything in hopes that you’d heal and move on?
3) Why wouldn’t you let me move on with another woman?
4) Do you hate or love me for keeping my word?BTW: Don’t worry about them either, I warned them and I’ll take care of each one of them. I’ll enjoy it too. The whittle boys who think their big men always always asked the girl to do their dirty work in the end. I hoped you profited. 😉
I know the confusion drives you crazy, but you’re already insane. And that fact never bothered me. I realize you were just a casualty of both situations and didn’t know about either at the time. I didn’t mean to scare you, still I needed to know some answers at the time and the end result wasn’t all that bad in my eyes.
You were always predictable when I wanted to know what others were up to. Remember, define by actions. Two months ago was the last time that I used you, but you didn’t know it. You never knew.Back then, I tried to explain things to you, but once again you thought everything was about you. . …!!!!!
Often times, I wonder if you’ve ever even read an actual book on the proverbial spinning shelf in your room or just performed shallow skims. The nature and design of the shelf is a very influential and foreshadowing object to me.I can’t quite begin to imagine the distances you’ve driven into desolate emptiness impelled by twisted reasoning.
Looking back, I laugh to myself when I think about how you were so inconsequential in the big picture. The irony saturates the entire situation of the scenario you created. When you didn’t get your way in the first place, and even after I left. You created so many things and conjured people, even yourself.
You need to know that all of the bad things in your life are conceived through your own negativity. In the end, nothing beautiful ever comes from bad intentions. That’s always been and forever remains my point to you. Then again, maybe you need the chaos.
The most disheartening fact’s that you’re searching everywhere for something inside of you. You seem to think that what you need exists in another. You’ll never find your counter to completeness until you’re true to yourself. Don’t settle either. I know you won’t, for you’re too dame stubborn.
I’m on fire…. Town Mountain
Clearly this person is a stable, well balanced individual, with extremely cogent points to make about his prior relationship.
Wait, no. He’s a fruitbat posting demented ramblings in public on the internet. Sounds like a real catch.
Thanks for the post, Innana!
PFA, Aisle 4!
Whittle Boys is the name of my cigar box guitar boy band.
Can they open for Town Mountain and the Rhetorical Questions at SparkyFest ’14?
Yes! Love it!
Do you wanna see how whacked out I am?
I try to seem well grounded; you know it’s a sham.
Unlike the grown-ups, I can’t let it go.
I’m not the same; I have no shame;
I’m on fire.
I’m quite insane, quite insane for your love.
I’m quite insane, quite insane for your love.
I’m quite insane, quite insane for your love.
For your love.
Thanks, Sparky, I couldn’t have said it any better myself…..
Only, I can’t help answering rhetorical questions….the power of God compels me…..for I am “too dame stubborn…”
I did associate your walking by me with your research. I just figured that you were researching me on the sly. If you were trying to avoid me, then you shouldn’t have kept on touching me when you pushed me. Threatening to eat your sammich wasn’t meant to scare you.
Well, you didn’t try to give it to me one more time or give me all your lovin’ or give me a million dollars.
Because you expected her to support you in a lifestyle in which you would like to become accustomed, Golddigger.
Yes.
Well, according to your rhetorical questions, everything IS about me. . …!!!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlGNm7_dvz4
Oh damn, you must’ve got one of them
Combustible heads
I read an article all about them
CliffsNotes version: I’m still completely obsessed with you even though you dumped me, but to make you think I’m not, I’m going to post this screed to Craiglist about how crazy, self-absorbed, and inconsequential YOU are.
Cut the guy some slack. He’s a frickin’ mountain. It’s hard not to look down on everyone.
The funniest and most significant part of this post is in the first three lines:
“I’m on fire…..-m4w- 21″….of course you’re on fire…at your age you have gallons of testosterone surging through your veins.
“age : 21″…..’nuf said there, and……
“Time’s fleeting and you should know everything”…… uh, like you Sparky? Spouting this teenage angst-filled philosophy like it actually has meaning? You don’t know sh**t. Now, you kids get off my lawn and go to church or something!!!!!!
It’s true, I am one stubborn dame! Thankyou. Thankyouverymuch.
All this….for a sammich?
well, is that a MWM or a WMW sammich???
(or just a PB&J)
I like a good BLT, myself.
BLT is Banana, Lingonberry, and Tamarind?
PB&J is Pickled Beets & Jalapenos?
Note to self: Cancel lunch date at One’s house.
Lazy Susan?
To everything…turn, turn, turn.
*Thinks ll’s comment is all about ME*
*chases tail* *bump*
Oops, sorry.
*chases own tail* (turn, turn, turn)
Okay, now I’m dizzy.
Actually, I think that is a ceiling fan with a long extension. That is why the chaos.
Maybe it’s one of those old spinner racks.
Go ahead and say it.
This reads, to me, like a male mad scientist stalking a female super-spy. And will end with her kicking him in the face with her stylish high-heeled boot.
“I’m on fire” is a flaming asshole.
CJ, Hammy, Brer FF, You know the drill. Punchity Punch Punch! Glad I got a longer extension cord for it.
Good Morning, All the Chips at See!