Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

aah. i was thumbing thru trying to remember what we were fighting about. i think it is good therapy when the site crashses. it gives the logorehea a rest. like a dowse of pepto to the alcerated collitis of pax.ACP.
how the hell is everyone is right. i saw maverick at the e works booth on my way to lost in translation.i tried to be obnoxious with the terminator machine , but he looked confused and busy. sorry mavs. good to see you.
here is a question: is there any link between starbucks, babies and arnold? in my mind they share some kind of similarity.

Folks near fourty.
Where did their lives go?
They drink.
They drug.
They hiss & snarl.
Their sad little lives.
Do they mean anything more?
Almost fourty with nothing to show.
Where did their lives go?
They banter.
They spout off.
They raise their fists to the world.
They wonder ..
It's horrible!
It's all worthless!
Is there anything more??
They shout ..
I'm talented!
I'm smarter!
I'll enlighten the world!
They hear ..
Go away.
I don't want it.
It's garbage to me!
They comfort each other.
With their wit and regards.
We're chic.
Our planes are higher!
They'll realize one day!
Then the end gets near.
It all becomes clear.
They didn't listen.
They didn't hear.
It is as they feared.
Nothing more.

'Clean up in the lovers thread, someone spilt a big pile of shit all over.'

I'm sure as much as everyone here loves to extole their own virtures and LUV for one another, they'd be glad to lend a hand and clean each other's shit up. Will prepare them for the future and changing each others' Depends.

I'm thinking Simon could be Tommy in disguise. Show your face and take it like a man, or woman, Simon. We all do.

Hope you fuck better than you write, Simon. Or pity the one poor soul you fooled into bed. The end of that poem made me cringe. 'Didn't listen. Didn't hear.' Cry baby at 40. Pathetic.

Of course I fuck better than I write! Don't you?? Of course, that's not saying much for you, is it??

BTW - The admittadly very bad poem (why it was called a ditty) wasn't referring to my sad life at near 40. I was poking at you and your whole crowd.

Poem should be called a shitty. Don't like the crowd? Leave. I've always hated people who come here only to attack. Don't like it? Leave. Please? For me.

Ya know, log in, don't log in. Leave or keep posting. I find you boring. Won't reply anymore.

Since when is brutal honesty attacking? If someone is fat & lazy is saying so not simply the truth? If someone is an alcoholic drugged up wannabe writer is saying so not just blunt factual statements? Perhaps if I told you how cute you were and extolled your brilliance you'd be much more amenable. You seem to only get along with those who love you as a friend or wanna fuck you like a rock star. Makes no difference to the facts of the matter. BTW - at least I admit my shitty writing is shitty writing. C'mon, try it. It'll be cathartic for you. Or you can just yell "serenity now".

Simon old chum,
I think it's forty not fourty.

Mc old chum,
I don't know if I should be flattered or offended to be confused with Simon. He knows a few people on here. I wonder if I know him?

H.!!! First of all, H. Sorry I didn't see your reply so long ago about the loss of the queen of the book group. Glad you're back, embarassed that school and/or belated weekends have kept me from reading what you wrote. Good to have you back, glad you survived the insanity! Indeed, moreover, welcome back.

This thread leads me to think: only Tommy can talk sense into this idiot whatever his name is. Simon? The lead singer of Duran Duran was named Simon. Beware.

Also, if "Simon" (Le Bon...should put on "Rio" just now) thinks that the only way to live is with children and a spouse, fuck him. I live without either and I'm happy. Don't begrudge those who live with one or both, but still I'm happy, so fuck you. To each his own.

No sweat Marky. I'm still here, just mainly reading instead of talking. I've been busy too.

Simon Rex = Rhymin' Sex