(04-15-2016 09:57 PM)Comte De St. Germain Wrote: i can knock over the pedestal because there's a way bigger one I worship behind it.
I have worshiped at the pedestal, also.
Ok, just for a minute not to talk bullshit:
I recently found out one of my ex-g/f's had died.
It cut me to my core. I'll tell you why. This girl I told: I will never love you, you must never trust me, I will game you, I will lie to you, I will use you, and when I find what I am looking for, I will leave you!
Fuck, she bit down hard and gave me her life. Her whole family worshiped me - welcomed me in to their home. Genuinely.
But I was young and did not realise that I was using game.
Later, I fell in love, pedestalized and got severely fucking punished. Then again, not as bad as being divorce raped, but I got the point.
She was a sweet girl, and one sexy little fucker. Hips like battleships. Lips like love.
Never again will I pedastalize. Call me old (fashioned), but I would rather do without than bow down, ever again. It gets easier to do without as you get older.
Sure you can get bitter, but there are so many avenues to pursue. I thank the good lord every day for my gift of life, for the life of my family, and I'm not even religious.
Some people just have an unlimited capacity for love:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaJ7wRj_qXM
But that can just as easily be used against you.
Tonight I win.
A few beers, not too drunk. Food in the fridge. Options for tomorrow. Knowing that the storm is about to come:
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BE well assured that on our side
The abiding oceans fight,
Though headlong wind and heaping tide
Make us their sport to-night.
By force of weather, not of war,
In jeopardy we steer.
Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it shall appear
How in all time of our distress,
And our deliverance too,
The game is more than the player of the game,
And the ship is more than the crew!
Out of the mist into the mirk
The glimmering combers roll.
Almost these mindless waters work
As though they had a soul —
Almost as though they leagued to whelm
Our flag beneath their green:
Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it shall be seen, etc.
Be well assured, though wave and wind
Have mightier blows in store,
That we who keep the watch assigned
Must stand to it the more;
And as our streaming bows rebuke
Each billow's baulked career,
Sing, welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it is made clear, etc.
No matter though our decks be swept
And mast and timber crack —
We can make good all loss except
The loss of turning back.
So, 'twixt these Devils and our deep
Let courteous trumpets sound,
To welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it will be found, etc.
Be well assured, though in our power
Is nothing left to give
But chance and place to meet the hour,
And leave to strive to live.
Till these dissolve our Order holds,
Our Service binds us here.
Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it is made clear
How in all time of our distress,
As in our triumph too,
The game is more than the player of the game
And the ship is more than the crew!
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Aye, the game is more than the player of the game, and the ship is more than the crew.
All the best...