Why the hell do folks take the patriarch path down the la la trail? Meh! Anyway, blah blah blah... Herstory NOT history. Yeah. I can go for that. In tearing the house apart yesterday, I came upon some shit from a guy I dumped. Yeah I loved him, but he was not quite above board with me. That does not sit well in any shape or form. I don't like games. Okay, so he said that I gave him a nervous breakdown and he almost ate his gun, but the hospitalization did him well and he seemed okay...except for his mama problems and me.
To get someone's goat in the sex department and they go nuts with it is not my problem. Seriously. You would think that being a federal agent, he would have more above board yes? NO.
I don't know what it is with some catholics of Sicilian origin and their mama, but damn, get over it and let go of the skirt. That is what caused the break of Anthony and I. He was a US Immigration Agent working out of Kennedy Airport and I was a database coordinator working for AIA. Well this nimrod was afraid that his mama would not be able to handle my single motherhood, my dyed platinum blond hair, nor my tatts. Thus he kept me from her, but she knew about me as she cooked for me. Hell, she lived downstairs as his parents owned the house.
He was dumped as I did not find him honest. He knew I was pissed when he came to my apartment and I blew smoke in his face. He was not a smoker and I was being totally rude. After he left, I called him and told him I want my shit back and that I did not want to see him anymore. I offered to give him back what he gave me, but he wanted me to keep it.
Every poem and letter that this man ever wrote to me was torn to shreds. He sometimes wrote me two snail mail letters per day despite the fact that he lived only a few blocks from me. When he found out what I did to all that he wrote, he cried. He did return all that I ever wrote him which he so nicely stapled to cardboard for preservation. I house what "I" wrote in the wooden box he had bought my that bears the inscription "Maggie's Soul." As for the $300 + porcelain angel that he bought me, I sold it and gave the black silk Victoria's Secret robe to a friend. The only possession that I have from him now is the last of his bullshit pictures, a US Immigration Inspector patch, and that box.
In a letter dated "forever," he wrote:
Forever
My Love,
I can’t live without you. I will always love you and would be honored and blessed to have you as my love into eternity. Will you marry me....
Love,
Anthony
After I broke it off with him...
Oct. 95
Maggie
Wishing you all the best in life. I know I can’t change the way you think or feel about me. But God knows I was always on your side and showed a real concern about you. You were right about the Angel, Nicky was also in my mind when I acquired it. Keep it, the gift was given with sincere intentions.
Take care.
Peace,
Anthony
As you can see, I returned the envelope to him, but he delivered it back to me. Hell, he even had Lourdes water in there. Oh my!! As you will note the return stated: You give me nothing to believe in! You do not exist in my world.
~ Maggie ~ February 25, 2010 @ 8:01 p.m. EST
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Ill Terms~
Who are you? What do you mean to yourself? Whom do you want to be? Did I not call you priceless? Despite what I call you, you must see yourself as such. By no means am I a form of validation nor can I ever be. What tags/labels that you or anyone affixes to themselves, even in jest, when done continuously, can eventually become a self-fulfilling prophecy. I do not wish to see the prophecy fulfilled as it stands. Speak of this no more as we do not see the same the same vision. I see a work by Rembrandt, but I am not blind as that is my perspective and thus it is so. I will it as such.
Believe in your core as I believe in you. Believe in your value as I believe in your value. Think highly of yourself as I think highly of you. Tis not a crime to exhibit forms hubris, however, it should be a crime not to. The wings that you fly with are your own creation and they will take you where you wish to be providing you really wish to be there. That is the trick. Tis magick!
To this I say the greatest belief is the belief in one’s self. We are our own god. Surely I do not err in my formulation. Yet, if I were to find that my statement is unfound and untrue, I would cease to exist by my own hand.
Upon the passing of a glass gaze into the reflected work. Take the time to examine what you see and then look past it. Look into all that can’t be seen with the anatomical. That is where you will find yourself. If there are wounds, lick them and be healed. If there are errors, correct them. If you know that something can be done, do it. Motion does not allow for stagnation.
The earth that molded man was created by his own hand. ~ Maggie ~ February 25, 2010 @ 7:27 p.m. EST
Believe in your core as I believe in you. Believe in your value as I believe in your value. Think highly of yourself as I think highly of you. Tis not a crime to exhibit forms hubris, however, it should be a crime not to. The wings that you fly with are your own creation and they will take you where you wish to be providing you really wish to be there. That is the trick. Tis magick!
To this I say the greatest belief is the belief in one’s self. We are our own god. Surely I do not err in my formulation. Yet, if I were to find that my statement is unfound and untrue, I would cease to exist by my own hand.
Upon the passing of a glass gaze into the reflected work. Take the time to examine what you see and then look past it. Look into all that can’t be seen with the anatomical. That is where you will find yourself. If there are wounds, lick them and be healed. If there are errors, correct them. If you know that something can be done, do it. Motion does not allow for stagnation.
The earth that molded man was created by his own hand. ~ Maggie ~ February 25, 2010 @ 7:27 p.m. EST
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Looking for a Dead Man~
Where does one start looking when the dead was living dead? You know how it is–life under the table–no bills–no address–no job and I can’t find that fucker's SSN. I know it starts with 080 AND I can remember the type of THING I put the number on, but I will be god damned if I know where it is. Ah hell, god won’t damn me as I am my own god. However, I am kicking my own butt in not placing that sucker in a more secure place.
Numbers: I do know where he was housed in prison (Fishkill for approximately 4 years) and if someone would take the time to find the paperwork, his inmate number is noted on the envelopes as well as his relationship to her within the contents of the envelope (I think.). Note: He married Melissa (I may have her last name somewhere) while he was locked up at Fishkill and she died several years later of cancer at age 27 or 28 in Long Island while he was on parole. Look for Melissa A******** and her death in approximately 1989 to 1990. Additionally, both Melissa and Drew were held at Hawthorn School for Emotionally Disturbed Children also on the Island. Anyway, going backwards is not an easy task when looking for this bugger as he did not leave very much. Hell, even Potter’s Field has no record of him. Hum. Birth: Hauppauge, Long Island 1962 in October on the 28th or 27th. More likely the 27th, but he wasn’t even sure. However, his dad was named Andrew Augustine A******** and his mother’s name was Virginia A********. His mom died when he was 4 years-old. Go backwards and find her death certificate. Estimated death: 1966. His brother was Chris A******** and Chris was also housed in some jail in Long Island back in the 1980's for breaking and entering. I know he was in jail there as he used to call me collect while I lived with your father. Check Nassau County.
The old man used to live in Long Island and owned his own home and his own trucking company. Forget about looking for his dead ass, as I wouldn't know where to begin as he came from Greece.
Kevin T***** (sp?) was a guy who was some sort of a counselor to Drew and later was a friend. He too lives on the Island and is more than likely alive. It also would not hurt to contact your brother to see if he could ask his mom what info she has if any.
At this point, I still think it would be best to track him by his inmate number as I just tore the house apart looking for that freaking Social Security Number! ~ Maggie (mom) ~ February 23, 2010 @ 9:04 p.m. EST
Numbers: I do know where he was housed in prison (Fishkill for approximately 4 years) and if someone would take the time to find the paperwork, his inmate number is noted on the envelopes as well as his relationship to her within the contents of the envelope (I think.). Note: He married Melissa (I may have her last name somewhere) while he was locked up at Fishkill and she died several years later of cancer at age 27 or 28 in Long Island while he was on parole. Look for Melissa A******** and her death in approximately 1989 to 1990. Additionally, both Melissa and Drew were held at Hawthorn School for Emotionally Disturbed Children also on the Island. Anyway, going backwards is not an easy task when looking for this bugger as he did not leave very much. Hell, even Potter’s Field has no record of him. Hum. Birth: Hauppauge, Long Island 1962 in October on the 28th or 27th. More likely the 27th, but he wasn’t even sure. However, his dad was named Andrew Augustine A******** and his mother’s name was Virginia A********. His mom died when he was 4 years-old. Go backwards and find her death certificate. Estimated death: 1966. His brother was Chris A******** and Chris was also housed in some jail in Long Island back in the 1980's for breaking and entering. I know he was in jail there as he used to call me collect while I lived with your father. Check Nassau County.
The old man used to live in Long Island and owned his own home and his own trucking company. Forget about looking for his dead ass, as I wouldn't know where to begin as he came from Greece.
Kevin T***** (sp?) was a guy who was some sort of a counselor to Drew and later was a friend. He too lives on the Island and is more than likely alive. It also would not hurt to contact your brother to see if he could ask his mom what info she has if any.
At this point, I still think it would be best to track him by his inmate number as I just tore the house apart looking for that freaking Social Security Number! ~ Maggie (mom) ~ February 23, 2010 @ 9:04 p.m. EST
Mixed Words~
Living like a live wire on fire hair electric–fanning and flaming–not taming to harness–unfolded mannequin parts falling off in acceleration–fleeting moments spent in a dime store–kicked cans of spam squared does not roll like the others–foaming mouth spews giblets and form a gobbler–gobble gobble goes the turkey–are you not thankful? Yes! Yes!
Red screams across the screen running in splatter–gun shot to the head–self inflicted–licked it! No more problems stemming from the neural network–back to space. Hum square one. Forum forum–the world I create–not hate nor living like that which is–tossed from this region–nevermore said Edgar–to whom was he talking?
Raven black–under floorboards–dead and beating–that damned eye–he saw me in my form–the formless that I was–the spill of contents that had yet to be defined. Surreal brush in surreal hand–brush hair that falls on media in color not mixed–texture rich if not of lumps–hay–HEY! Hay is for horses–the head that bleeds off paint strokes on the toss illuminate boards–broad strokes come from mass–thin strands lean in streaking–move over color more defined by its minute make-up–eyeliner tucked away under tears which add to the picture–drops leave black–blackened–the canvas is now empty. Living like a live wire on fire hair electric... ~ Maggie ~ February 23, 2010 @ 5:45 p.m. EST
Red screams across the screen running in splatter–gun shot to the head–self inflicted–licked it! No more problems stemming from the neural network–back to space. Hum square one. Forum forum–the world I create–not hate nor living like that which is–tossed from this region–nevermore said Edgar–to whom was he talking?
Raven black–under floorboards–dead and beating–that damned eye–he saw me in my form–the formless that I was–the spill of contents that had yet to be defined. Surreal brush in surreal hand–brush hair that falls on media in color not mixed–texture rich if not of lumps–hay–HEY! Hay is for horses–the head that bleeds off paint strokes on the toss illuminate boards–broad strokes come from mass–thin strands lean in streaking–move over color more defined by its minute make-up–eyeliner tucked away under tears which add to the picture–drops leave black–blackened–the canvas is now empty. Living like a live wire on fire hair electric... ~ Maggie ~ February 23, 2010 @ 5:45 p.m. EST
Monday, February 22, 2010
Endurance...
Okay, so two double shifts are rather difficult when back to back, but then to travel by night after such is a tad difficult.
Having had four hours sleep and doing my final double, I got home and packed my car, headed to the bank, and then took off despite the fact I was about to fall on my face due to exhaustion. Some background here is required. It is winter folks and the first mountain range is what I view as a dead zone. It is especially dead when traveling at state trooper donut time as not a soul is on the road. What makes it difficult during the winter season is black ice and almost zero visibility when snow is coming head on and what lies in front of you does not appear to be a road. Hold that in mind as well as my exhaustion.
I make it to the border, which by my driving is ½ hour from my house, and there is not a soul there. I don’t know whether the officers were board off their rocker or whether I was a target. I guess it could be a combo of both. Anyway, despite my truthful answers and despite the fact that they searched my car, I was taken to an interrogation room for questioning and a search of my person. Many questions were asked of me for which I replied in truth. I did have a question for the one of the officers and that was WHY WAS I PULLED OVER. He stated that the computers are smarter than them. This opened a door for conversation and my own line of questions for which he agreed. Despite the 1 hour delay and despite the fact that three goons had gone through all the belongings in my car, I proceeded to make my trip even though I was flipping at this point.
Flipping you say? YES. Totally delirious. Despite this fact too, I drove to Manhattan and made it in a timely fashion. Endurance came at knowing that I was overspent and could have fallen asleep at the drop of a hat behind the wheel. What kept me awake was my brain and me talking to myself recalling the past, and projecting the future.
The dead zone area of my trip allowed me to pass 7 other vehicles that were on the road at the same time as I. I counted them in order to verify the deadness of the area. Of the 7 vehicles, only three were cars and I only started to view cars near Albany. Everyone tells me that what I do is dangerous and I know this. However, how can one live without experiencing the thrill of danger? How does one know how to survive if they don’t push themselves? To this, I give myself credit in that I do push. To this I give credit that I will live to see another day. Hell, I survived the nor’ easter of 2007. Twas April for sure and also the week of Friday the 13th. Stevie Boy and Gail are my proof as is my daughter. I LIVED!
There is more to this story, but I am seriously spent. Just so you know, I am like a dog when set to do something. I won't stop until completion. In regard to not completing projects such as art or literature, I don't require either to survive. ~ Maggie ~ February 22, 2010 @ 7:21 p.m. EST
Having had four hours sleep and doing my final double, I got home and packed my car, headed to the bank, and then took off despite the fact I was about to fall on my face due to exhaustion. Some background here is required. It is winter folks and the first mountain range is what I view as a dead zone. It is especially dead when traveling at state trooper donut time as not a soul is on the road. What makes it difficult during the winter season is black ice and almost zero visibility when snow is coming head on and what lies in front of you does not appear to be a road. Hold that in mind as well as my exhaustion.
I make it to the border, which by my driving is ½ hour from my house, and there is not a soul there. I don’t know whether the officers were board off their rocker or whether I was a target. I guess it could be a combo of both. Anyway, despite my truthful answers and despite the fact that they searched my car, I was taken to an interrogation room for questioning and a search of my person. Many questions were asked of me for which I replied in truth. I did have a question for the one of the officers and that was WHY WAS I PULLED OVER. He stated that the computers are smarter than them. This opened a door for conversation and my own line of questions for which he agreed. Despite the 1 hour delay and despite the fact that three goons had gone through all the belongings in my car, I proceeded to make my trip even though I was flipping at this point.
Flipping you say? YES. Totally delirious. Despite this fact too, I drove to Manhattan and made it in a timely fashion. Endurance came at knowing that I was overspent and could have fallen asleep at the drop of a hat behind the wheel. What kept me awake was my brain and me talking to myself recalling the past, and projecting the future.
The dead zone area of my trip allowed me to pass 7 other vehicles that were on the road at the same time as I. I counted them in order to verify the deadness of the area. Of the 7 vehicles, only three were cars and I only started to view cars near Albany. Everyone tells me that what I do is dangerous and I know this. However, how can one live without experiencing the thrill of danger? How does one know how to survive if they don’t push themselves? To this, I give myself credit in that I do push. To this I give credit that I will live to see another day. Hell, I survived the nor’ easter of 2007. Twas April for sure and also the week of Friday the 13th. Stevie Boy and Gail are my proof as is my daughter. I LIVED!
There is more to this story, but I am seriously spent. Just so you know, I am like a dog when set to do something. I won't stop until completion. In regard to not completing projects such as art or literature, I don't require either to survive. ~ Maggie ~ February 22, 2010 @ 7:21 p.m. EST
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
My art first try...
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| The Demon Dragon is a mechanical dragon. His bullet aims toward the pregnant woman who is without arms. Armless is she as she will never hold that which she carries. In addition, all her pods are behind her. The sun /son of Death lingers above the dragon in the right hand corner. |
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Imagine...
Let’s pretend one can do as one wishes in ALL regards. Okay. Now that the groundwork for that has been laid, I require a scenario and props.
I see large stones of a foundation which are damp thus forming an ooze of sorts. Call them crying stones if you will. The stones lead down a passageway deeper within the domain I enter. Torches light the way here and there, but I hold my own torch to maintain clarity and stability in my stride. The chamber that I seek is a lengthy walk, but at least it will grant me the time undisturbed that I will require.
Upon reaching my destination, I see that my manservant has laid out the implements which will bring me joy. Off in the corner, I see the iron maiden whose blades are still crusted with what which was the iron of the life force. Pity and snicker. The rack seems sturdy as does the cage. My blades are displayed in order of size and sharpness. Oh, I do like even those that are not sharp as they hold their own value. As my servant tends to the fire so that the molten steel remains molten for my usage, I eye the nails. Ah yes. Further too, I see my pliers, hammer, needles, acid, rope, and chains. Hum. The ways of torture are mine and I shan’t divulge where my sadistic nature would take me, but I would take my time. Even upon being strangled, one can regain consciousness only to have to experience the strangle yet again.
“You boy! Fetch ‘it’ for me and be quick about it. Wait. Come shine my boot first.”
If you have seen HOSTEL, imagine if there were no bidding and no contract. Imagine, if you could, what DeSade had written. Then imagine yourself. Which or whose shoes would you care to be in? I have chosen mine. Time: If I were to watch the clock while performing, would that which I study feel time in the same way or would time seem endless? I am sure you know the answer to that. ~ Maggie (a/k/a Max) ~ February 8, 2010 @ 7:34
Middle Ages Torture
The Medieval period of the Middle Ages was violent and blood thirsty. In barbarous times the cruel and pitiless feeling which induced legislators to increase the horrors of tortures, also contributed to the aggravation of the fate of prisoners. Torture chambers were included in many castles. Law or custom did not prescribe any fixed rules for the treatment of hapless prisoners who faced torture. Different types of torture were used depending on the victim's crime and social status. Torture was seen as a totally legitimate means for justice to extract confessions, or obtain the names of accomplices or other information about the crime. Torture was a legitimate way to obtain testimonies and confessions from suspects for use in legal inquiries and trials during the Middle Ages. Facts and information about various forms of tortures and executions can be accessed from the following links:
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/the-rack-torture.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/scavengers-daughter.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/brank.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/ducking-stool.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/torture-by-dislocation.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/iron-balls-torture.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/water-torture.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/the-boot-torture.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/brodequins.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/thumbscrews.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/pillory.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/burned-at-the-stake.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/branding-and-burning-tortures.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/execution-by-quartering.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/execution-by-the-wheel.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/execution-by-hanging.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/hung-drawn-and-quartered.htm
Definition of Torture
The definition of torture is the the deliberate, systematic, cruel and wanton infliction of physical or mental suffering by one or more torturers in an attempt to force another person to yield information or to make a confession or for any other reason. Devices or tools were used to inflict unbearable agony on a victim.
Objectives of Torture
The objectives of torture were to intimidate, deter, revenge or punish. Or as a tool or a method for the extraction of information or confessions.
Methods of Middle Ages Torture
There were many methods of torture which were practiced during the Medieval era of the Middle Ages:
Ripping out teeth / nails
Beating
Blinding
Boiling
Bone breaking
Branding and Burning
Castration
Choking
Cutting
Disfigurement
Dislocation
Drowning
Flagellation, whipping and beating
Flaying
Roasting
Genital mutilation
Limb/finger removal
Starvation
Tongue removal
There was even a torture which used tickling as a method to inflict suffering. Other tortures included the compression of the limbs by special instruments, or by ropes, injection of water, vinegar, or oil, into the body of the accused, application of hot pitch, and starvation, were the processes used in tortures.
Instruments or devices of Middle Ages Torture
The instruments or devices used in Medieval torture of the Middle Ages included some of the following terrible tools or machines:
Boot or Spanish boot
Branding Irons
Brank
The Collar
Drunkards Cloak
Ducking stools
Foot press
Foot screw
The Gossip's Bridle or the Brank
Heretic's fork
The Maiden
Pillory
Rack
Scavenger's daughter
Scold's bridle
Stocks
Thumbscrew
The Wheel
Middle Ages Torture and Execution
A skilled torturer would use methods, devices and instruments to prolong life as long as possible whilst inflicting agonizing pain. However, the customs of the Medieval period dictated that many prisoners were tortured before they were executed in order to obtain additional information about their crime or their accomplices. There were many forms of torture and execution. The execution method itself was part of the torture endured by prisoners. These final methods of torture and execution included the following methods:
Torture and execution by Fire
The Sword or the Axe
Mechanical force
Quartering
The Wheel
The Fork
The Gibbet
Spiking
Dismembering
Middle Ages Torture Chambers and Dungeons
The torture chambers were located in the lower parts of castles. The entrances to many torture chambers were accessed through winding passages which served to muffle the agonizing cries of torture victims from the normal inhabitants of the castle. internal government of prisons. Torture chambers and dungeons were often very small some measured only eleven feet long by seven feet wide in which from ten to twenty prisoners were often incarcerated at the same time.
Middle Ages Torture was condemned in 866
The barbarous custom of punishment by torture was on several occasions condemned by the Church. As early as 866, we find, from Pope Nicholas V's letter to the Bulgarians, that their custom of torturing the accused was considered contrary to divine as well as to human law: "For," says he, "a confession should be voluntary, and not forced. By means of the torture, an innocent man may suffer to the utmost without making any avowal; and, in such a case, what a crime for the judge! Or the person may be subdued by pain, and may acknowledge himself guilty, although he be not so, which throws an equally great sin upon the judge." Despite this, and other please, the practice of torturing victims continued. Medieval Torture was a freely accepted form of punishment in the Middle Ages and was only abolished in England in 1640.
Middle Ages Torture
Each section of this Middle Ages website addresses all topics and provides interesting facts and information about these great monuments to bygone times. The Sitemap provides full details of all of the information and facts provided about the fascinating subject of Middle Ages!
Middle Ages Torture
Middle Ages Torture
Medieval Methods of Torture
Middle Ages Torture Chambers
Torture devices during the Middle Ages
Facts, Information and history of torture
Torture Implements
Medieval Torture Devices And Methods
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/middle-ages-torture.htm
I see large stones of a foundation which are damp thus forming an ooze of sorts. Call them crying stones if you will. The stones lead down a passageway deeper within the domain I enter. Torches light the way here and there, but I hold my own torch to maintain clarity and stability in my stride. The chamber that I seek is a lengthy walk, but at least it will grant me the time undisturbed that I will require.
Upon reaching my destination, I see that my manservant has laid out the implements which will bring me joy. Off in the corner, I see the iron maiden whose blades are still crusted with what which was the iron of the life force. Pity and snicker. The rack seems sturdy as does the cage. My blades are displayed in order of size and sharpness. Oh, I do like even those that are not sharp as they hold their own value. As my servant tends to the fire so that the molten steel remains molten for my usage, I eye the nails. Ah yes. Further too, I see my pliers, hammer, needles, acid, rope, and chains. Hum. The ways of torture are mine and I shan’t divulge where my sadistic nature would take me, but I would take my time. Even upon being strangled, one can regain consciousness only to have to experience the strangle yet again.
“You boy! Fetch ‘it’ for me and be quick about it. Wait. Come shine my boot first.”
If you have seen HOSTEL, imagine if there were no bidding and no contract. Imagine, if you could, what DeSade had written. Then imagine yourself. Which or whose shoes would you care to be in? I have chosen mine. Time: If I were to watch the clock while performing, would that which I study feel time in the same way or would time seem endless? I am sure you know the answer to that. ~ Maggie (a/k/a Max) ~ February 8, 2010 @ 7:34
Middle Ages Torture
The Medieval period of the Middle Ages was violent and blood thirsty. In barbarous times the cruel and pitiless feeling which induced legislators to increase the horrors of tortures, also contributed to the aggravation of the fate of prisoners. Torture chambers were included in many castles. Law or custom did not prescribe any fixed rules for the treatment of hapless prisoners who faced torture. Different types of torture were used depending on the victim's crime and social status. Torture was seen as a totally legitimate means for justice to extract confessions, or obtain the names of accomplices or other information about the crime. Torture was a legitimate way to obtain testimonies and confessions from suspects for use in legal inquiries and trials during the Middle Ages. Facts and information about various forms of tortures and executions can be accessed from the following links:
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/the-rack-torture.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/scavengers-daughter.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/brank.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/ducking-stool.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/torture-by-dislocation.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/iron-balls-torture.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/water-torture.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/the-boot-torture.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/brodequins.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/thumbscrews.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/pillory.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/burned-at-the-stake.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/branding-and-burning-tortures.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/execution-by-quartering.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/execution-by-the-wheel.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/execution-by-hanging.htm
http://www.middle-ages.org.uk/hung-drawn-and-quartered.htm
Definition of Torture
The definition of torture is the the deliberate, systematic, cruel and wanton infliction of physical or mental suffering by one or more torturers in an attempt to force another person to yield information or to make a confession or for any other reason. Devices or tools were used to inflict unbearable agony on a victim.
Objectives of Torture
The objectives of torture were to intimidate, deter, revenge or punish. Or as a tool or a method for the extraction of information or confessions.
Methods of Middle Ages Torture
There were many methods of torture which were practiced during the Medieval era of the Middle Ages:
Ripping out teeth / nails
Beating
Blinding
Boiling
Bone breaking
Branding and Burning
Castration
Choking
Cutting
Disfigurement
Dislocation
Drowning
Flagellation, whipping and beating
Flaying
Roasting
Genital mutilation
Limb/finger removal
Starvation
Tongue removal
There was even a torture which used tickling as a method to inflict suffering. Other tortures included the compression of the limbs by special instruments, or by ropes, injection of water, vinegar, or oil, into the body of the accused, application of hot pitch, and starvation, were the processes used in tortures.
Instruments or devices of Middle Ages Torture
The instruments or devices used in Medieval torture of the Middle Ages included some of the following terrible tools or machines:
Boot or Spanish boot
Branding Irons
Brank
The Collar
Drunkards Cloak
Ducking stools
Foot press
Foot screw
The Gossip's Bridle or the Brank
Heretic's fork
The Maiden
Pillory
Rack
Scavenger's daughter
Scold's bridle
Stocks
Thumbscrew
The Wheel
Middle Ages Torture and Execution
A skilled torturer would use methods, devices and instruments to prolong life as long as possible whilst inflicting agonizing pain. However, the customs of the Medieval period dictated that many prisoners were tortured before they were executed in order to obtain additional information about their crime or their accomplices. There were many forms of torture and execution. The execution method itself was part of the torture endured by prisoners. These final methods of torture and execution included the following methods:
Torture and execution by Fire
The Sword or the Axe
Mechanical force
Quartering
The Wheel
The Fork
The Gibbet
Spiking
Dismembering
Middle Ages Torture Chambers and Dungeons
The torture chambers were located in the lower parts of castles. The entrances to many torture chambers were accessed through winding passages which served to muffle the agonizing cries of torture victims from the normal inhabitants of the castle. internal government of prisons. Torture chambers and dungeons were often very small some measured only eleven feet long by seven feet wide in which from ten to twenty prisoners were often incarcerated at the same time.
Middle Ages Torture was condemned in 866
The barbarous custom of punishment by torture was on several occasions condemned by the Church. As early as 866, we find, from Pope Nicholas V's letter to the Bulgarians, that their custom of torturing the accused was considered contrary to divine as well as to human law: "For," says he, "a confession should be voluntary, and not forced. By means of the torture, an innocent man may suffer to the utmost without making any avowal; and, in such a case, what a crime for the judge! Or the person may be subdued by pain, and may acknowledge himself guilty, although he be not so, which throws an equally great sin upon the judge." Despite this, and other please, the practice of torturing victims continued. Medieval Torture was a freely accepted form of punishment in the Middle Ages and was only abolished in England in 1640.
Middle Ages Torture
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Imagine If No One Wanted You?
I guess one would have to be pretty fucking skank huh? Well, in looking at what I had looked at (fucking scary images), I am wondering. I see fat, ugly, and desperate. Oh no! Grunt.
First off, I am not fat. Although I am not the weight I want to be, if you consider my size, you would realize the fat aspect of self is all in my head. Let some heffer try on my pants and see if she can get her fat calf into them. Get it? Heffer and calf? COW. LMAO
If I were desperate, I would be without opportunity or I would jump all over every opportunity I have ever had. This is not the case. My problem is that I am not only picky, I have to have the spark to connect. Hell, just plain old sex is TOO FUCKING EASY. That is for DESPERADOS who can’t get more than a ONE NIGHT STAND or are someone’s FUCK FRIEND. Meh. I feel sorry for those fuckers. Isn’t that a matter of LOW SELF-ESTEEM? Hell yeah!
I must admit that I view self as ugly. However, that is my issue. Note that I care not for my superficial nature as I lie within and thus don't give a rat's ass what people think to the better or worse of my opinion.
What happens when you are not picky and take from the bottom of the barrel?
Like a rooster call: ANY COCK’L DO! Right women? He can be as dumb as wood with a massive two inches of steel, but so long as he has a dick and provides you a tad of attention, all is cool. Perhaps he flatters you and buys you stuff. His substance does not matter. Not when you are desperate. Hell, you just want to make sure that all your friends see that you captured ONE. No bother if he has one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel or wears a big “L” on his forehead. You don’t even mind that he double bags you.
A pussy does not have a face. Right men? If she is ugly, get lots of lube as she is probably as dry as a duck’s ass because no one else will have her but you. Double bag that shit. No. Not your penis: her head. Yup. Paper bags. Use two in case the first one breaks. Does her substance matter? Fuck no. It is all a trip. She is better than the hole in your mattress or your hand. Bah!
Does taking from the bottom boost one’s ego? Does that make one a bottom feeder? I would say yeah. If thought upon, if one is feeling low, what better way to serve one’s ego than to have an individual around who is lower on the strata. How low can you go? Belly of a snake anyone?
By now it should be apparent that I can be as mean as hell. This I know.
Hum. I must ponder this issue and watch the horizon. ~ Maggie ~ February 2, 2010 @ 7:45 p.m. EST
First off, I am not fat. Although I am not the weight I want to be, if you consider my size, you would realize the fat aspect of self is all in my head. Let some heffer try on my pants and see if she can get her fat calf into them. Get it? Heffer and calf? COW. LMAO
If I were desperate, I would be without opportunity or I would jump all over every opportunity I have ever had. This is not the case. My problem is that I am not only picky, I have to have the spark to connect. Hell, just plain old sex is TOO FUCKING EASY. That is for DESPERADOS who can’t get more than a ONE NIGHT STAND or are someone’s FUCK FRIEND. Meh. I feel sorry for those fuckers. Isn’t that a matter of LOW SELF-ESTEEM? Hell yeah!
I must admit that I view self as ugly. However, that is my issue. Note that I care not for my superficial nature as I lie within and thus don't give a rat's ass what people think to the better or worse of my opinion.
What happens when you are not picky and take from the bottom of the barrel?
Like a rooster call: ANY COCK’L DO! Right women? He can be as dumb as wood with a massive two inches of steel, but so long as he has a dick and provides you a tad of attention, all is cool. Perhaps he flatters you and buys you stuff. His substance does not matter. Not when you are desperate. Hell, you just want to make sure that all your friends see that you captured ONE. No bother if he has one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel or wears a big “L” on his forehead. You don’t even mind that he double bags you.
A pussy does not have a face. Right men? If she is ugly, get lots of lube as she is probably as dry as a duck’s ass because no one else will have her but you. Double bag that shit. No. Not your penis: her head. Yup. Paper bags. Use two in case the first one breaks. Does her substance matter? Fuck no. It is all a trip. She is better than the hole in your mattress or your hand. Bah!
Does taking from the bottom boost one’s ego? Does that make one a bottom feeder? I would say yeah. If thought upon, if one is feeling low, what better way to serve one’s ego than to have an individual around who is lower on the strata. How low can you go? Belly of a snake anyone?
By now it should be apparent that I can be as mean as hell. This I know.
Hum. I must ponder this issue and watch the horizon. ~ Maggie ~ February 2, 2010 @ 7:45 p.m. EST
A Stalking Bitch’s Words and My Reply~
WHA WHA WHA LMAO Ah, fuck you MISS Snot cloth! I feel sorry for the poor bastard that gets STUCK with you. Oh wait. No one will bother, but should one sorry dumb fuck like yourself do so, he is probably so desperate his female dog won't even fuck him so you will do with a good dose of double head bagging. YOUR HEAD. In case you are wondering, yeah I HATE you. DIE DIE DIE CUNT! Die while living. I want you so miserable you want to commit suicide. Jump off a building, overdoes, cut your wrists (while in a hot tub...do make sure it is hot as you bleed faster), go into a bad neighborhood and just be you. I doubt you will get raped, but I hope you get shot. Hell, go back to drinking Miss Sober for 17.5 years. Can you tell I HATE YOU just for being a dumb fuck? Well I do. So, do keep coming around and I will belittle you at every opportunity as you are LOOKING for it. It pleases me to HURT YOU.
Correspondence of February 24, 2009. By the way, she is still a dumb fuck, whining, fat bitch fuck, attention whore who is still stalking me. Hey Shithead (a/k/a Annie), in the event you read this, don't flatter yourself thinking everyone will know it is you as you are NOT the popular type. Pathetic is not popular. All that matters is that YOU know it is YOU. Let your ass be humiliated you shallow drone. ~ Maggie ~ February 2, 2010
Annie’s words are in blue and mine are in white and red.
Dear Maggie,
Dear Annie ~
As you were witness to one of my rawest days, you're observations are right on the money. When I get in the grip of my abandonment fears, it can feel devastating and quite overwhelming, almost as if I'm going to burst from the emotional pressure. I'm just grateful I was able to resist any urge to drive to HIS house and make a total scene. As I'm a quadruple Leo, drama is most definitely part of my personality. In fact, I'm quite a passionate person. Alas every strength has its weakness. At least that's my experience..
WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS? HIGH SCHOOL? As far as I am concerned, GROW THE FUCK UP! I was witness to your bizarre nature and I personally think you are fucked in the head and in serious need of help. I would help you as my background is in psychology, but I already did your analysis and you need MEDS. I would read you off my diagnosis, but nah!
Babes, you should have come to HIS house to show your ass as I really would have liked that. We could have had a party! Why don’t you do that next time as I am sure it would provide a most jolly experience. Recommendation, if you do that, be prepared to throw the first punch or be prepared to have a threesome. Are you willing to do either? LMFAO! Mind you, I don’t and won’t fight over a man as no man is worth it INCLUDING HE. By the way, HE KNOWS THAT! HOWEVER, when you violate ME PERSONALLY, your ass is MINE! Do you really think I care what sign you are? Get real and stick it up your ass!
You speak of passion? Meh. I just see a whinny ass crippled crow looking to hold on to a man who she does not have to begin with. Where is your mind in the scope of reality? Are you desperate? I would say YES. Will no one else look at you? From the looks of you, I would say NO. IF you had any experience whatsoever, you would use it and use it wisely and not stupidly as you have. Not for anything, from what I can make of you, you have the personality of a fluff ball and remind me of the kids I used to slap as they walked to the retarded section of the school for their SLOW CLASSES.
What you don't and can't know is that yesterday's experience is not the sum of me. I'm 17.5 years sober, on a path for self-healing for quite some time, I do take all the actions you so aptly suggested. If I were a total basket case, I doubt HE and I would have been together for so long, and the fact is we've known each other for a long, long time; albeit only in the more recent times as lovers.
Ah, but you are a basket case! I don’t care how long you have been sober or on your path to self-healing. As far as I am concerned, you are a sick bitch. Put it this way, I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS about you and if you died NOW, I WOULD NOT GIVE A FUCK. I don’t even care that you live. As for how long you and HE have been together and what you do with him and for how long, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK about that either. If you are looking to mark territory, buy a dildo and put your name on it or piss on a pole. In your desperation for a man, I would say sell that ass of yours, but I don’t think you would fetch much. Have you thought about buying a dog? You could have sex with the dog and the dog will love you! Is that an idea or what?
In the absurdity of the situation, I'm sure I provided you with quite a laugh. Perhaps I'd have done the same if someone else intruded the way I did yesterday, but then again I don't generally make light of other people's suffering. And I was suffering. Oddly enough, even your e-mail brought me some comfort. Although I may seem to have terrible self-esteem -- and it's true that at times I do -- I know that my emotional response is quite human compared to the fact that the man I've loved for so long was intimate with another, once again. In all areas of my life, I stopped punishing myself for being human a long time, and I accept myself as I am. When I fail to direct my energy in a positive fashion, it is always a learning experience. I suspect yesterday will be no exception.
Yuppers on the laugh part. Even this correspondence is giving me a jolly. I should post it to show your pathetic nature to everyone on the net. How does that sound? Would you like that babes? Only in your wildest dreams do you wish you could take it like I do. YOU CAN’T as YOU ARE WEAK AND PATHETIC and I AM NOT! If we had a threesome, I would bitch slap you silly and make you crawl like a dog! YES. I would probably boot you in the ass with my steel toe Doc Martens just for good measure.
Incidentally, I know you are no stranger to pain. I did read your Thanksgiving gratitude list in November. With few exceptions, I could have written the same list myself. And added several more for good measure. I'm not saying this to enlist your sympathy. I don't view myself as a pitiful person, even yesterday. Instead, I'm grateful that I have the capacity to feel the full range of my feelings. I know the depth and breadth of me. I don't view tears or feeling pain as a shameful thing. In fact, I believe the ability to feel so deeply it one of my gifts. It's one of the reasons I'm able to empathize with others. I'm a healer.
Oh, so you read my Thanksgiving list huh? I am flattered. However, I LEARNED and YOU DID NOT. Even if your list is bigger than mine, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK. YOU HAVE NOT LEARNED so get that through that thick lame brain (if you have one) of yours. Back to the drawing board with you ANNIE! Come to Sister Arachne and bear your knuckles to the ruler for busting. YOU FAIL! RECALL ANNIE to the BOT FACTORY for re-programming! As you can tell, you will not get one drop of sympathy from me. YOU ARE A HEALER? HA HA HA HA and I am the second cuming of xist. I raise the dead. Did you not know that? Yo, do actually you read what you write and do you honestly believe yourself? If you believe yourself, you are worse off than I thought.
Do I wish that I hadn't felt the way I did yesterday? Yes. Do I wish that I could have recognized the state I was in and used some of the energy releasing techniques I've learned? Absolutely. Do I care if you laughed at my state, or that I annoyed HIM with my extreme behavior? Not the way you'd imagine. Do I intend to channel my emotions more effectively should such a situation arise again in the future? That is my intent. Do I wish to trouble you? Far from it. Do I think that you have similar commitment issues; otherwise, why would you be so deeply in love with a man you've spent less than a month with in real time? It's probably a bit callous of me to make such an observation this way; in fact, even writing something I sense you're unwilling to look at is a type of low blow that I know is improper for me to do.
Again, I DON’T GIVE A RAT’S ASS! YES I LAUGHED at your stupidity. As far as whether you annoyed HIM with your actions, I did not SEE annoyance as I was far too busy being jollied by your spaz. Why don’t you address him to find out if he was annoyed by them? By the way, are you a CLING-ON? A CLING-ON is a person who clings onto others like a blood sucking leech who won’t let go. Me thinks you are. Darling, don’t even attempt to think about my "issues" as you and I are different types of animals. You are WEAK and I am STRONG. Remember that. Also, I don’t NEED anyone, but apparently you do as you are CRIPPLED and INCAPABLE of doing for yourself. As far as low blows, you would not know where the fuck to start to strike me so don’t even bother trying. Ah, go for it...TRY IT! I would like to see what type of strategy you could come up with. It could be fun. At this stage of the game, ONLY I CAN HURT ME and that is a NO CAN DO. SHALL WE PLAY A GAME?
One other thing before I close. I felt bad not to respond to your e-mail that begins this chain with the earnestness I believe it merited, but certain conditions prevented me from making a timely response, and when circumstances would have allowed me to write back, I didn't feel comfortable to do so. I'll say now that I was touched by what you wrote, and I wish our interests did not intersect.
Hey, I felt for you once, but I feel nothing for you now. The door has closed so I DON'T GIVE A RAT’S ASS as to why you did not reply and I DON'T GIVE A RAT’S ASS that you were touched.
As ever, I know you're just trying to live your life, and it is with deep regret that your happiness to be with HIM seems to conflict with mine. On a spiritual level, I know there is enough of everything, including love, for everyone. But as a human being, I haven't managed to block my feelings when I feel threatened, and I'm not sure that's something to which I aspire. If I don't feel I'm getting burned, how will I learn to keep my hand out of the fire. But if I don't risk loving someone with all my heart, if I don't risk owning my desires, my needs, and who I am, how can I expect to blossom? This is what I've learned, and how I strive to live my life.
Man, you are stupid! I don’t need HIM or any man or being for my happiness as I have my happiness within myself. What is the matter with you woman? I LOVE ME FIRST AND FOREMOST ABOVE ALL INCLUDING MY OWN KID. That is the part you don’t get. EVERYTHING STARTS WITH SELF.
RUST IN PEACE!
P.S.: Your stupid cc to HIM is very babyish. Man, get a fucking life you attention whore! How do you like me now?
Stalking Again???
Am I being stalked yet again by an individual of pathetic nature who has no fucking life? If so, get a fucking life bitch!!! You really make me sick and my stomach churns at your disgustingly sad, fat, ugly, pathetic nature/life. Ah, so you did get a dog. HA HA HA ~ Arachne ~ January 2, 2010 @ 2:00 p.m. EST
Correspondence of February 24, 2009. By the way, she is still a dumb fuck, whining, fat bitch fuck, attention whore who is still stalking me. Hey Shithead (a/k/a Annie), in the event you read this, don't flatter yourself thinking everyone will know it is you as you are NOT the popular type. Pathetic is not popular. All that matters is that YOU know it is YOU. Let your ass be humiliated you shallow drone. ~ Maggie ~ February 2, 2010
Annie’s words are in blue and mine are in white and red.
Dear Maggie,
Dear Annie ~
As you were witness to one of my rawest days, you're observations are right on the money. When I get in the grip of my abandonment fears, it can feel devastating and quite overwhelming, almost as if I'm going to burst from the emotional pressure. I'm just grateful I was able to resist any urge to drive to HIS house and make a total scene. As I'm a quadruple Leo, drama is most definitely part of my personality. In fact, I'm quite a passionate person. Alas every strength has its weakness. At least that's my experience..
WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS? HIGH SCHOOL? As far as I am concerned, GROW THE FUCK UP! I was witness to your bizarre nature and I personally think you are fucked in the head and in serious need of help. I would help you as my background is in psychology, but I already did your analysis and you need MEDS. I would read you off my diagnosis, but nah!
Babes, you should have come to HIS house to show your ass as I really would have liked that. We could have had a party! Why don’t you do that next time as I am sure it would provide a most jolly experience. Recommendation, if you do that, be prepared to throw the first punch or be prepared to have a threesome. Are you willing to do either? LMFAO! Mind you, I don’t and won’t fight over a man as no man is worth it INCLUDING HE. By the way, HE KNOWS THAT! HOWEVER, when you violate ME PERSONALLY, your ass is MINE! Do you really think I care what sign you are? Get real and stick it up your ass!
You speak of passion? Meh. I just see a whinny ass crippled crow looking to hold on to a man who she does not have to begin with. Where is your mind in the scope of reality? Are you desperate? I would say YES. Will no one else look at you? From the looks of you, I would say NO. IF you had any experience whatsoever, you would use it and use it wisely and not stupidly as you have. Not for anything, from what I can make of you, you have the personality of a fluff ball and remind me of the kids I used to slap as they walked to the retarded section of the school for their SLOW CLASSES.
What you don't and can't know is that yesterday's experience is not the sum of me. I'm 17.5 years sober, on a path for self-healing for quite some time, I do take all the actions you so aptly suggested. If I were a total basket case, I doubt HE and I would have been together for so long, and the fact is we've known each other for a long, long time; albeit only in the more recent times as lovers.
Ah, but you are a basket case! I don’t care how long you have been sober or on your path to self-healing. As far as I am concerned, you are a sick bitch. Put it this way, I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS about you and if you died NOW, I WOULD NOT GIVE A FUCK. I don’t even care that you live. As for how long you and HE have been together and what you do with him and for how long, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK about that either. If you are looking to mark territory, buy a dildo and put your name on it or piss on a pole. In your desperation for a man, I would say sell that ass of yours, but I don’t think you would fetch much. Have you thought about buying a dog? You could have sex with the dog and the dog will love you! Is that an idea or what?
In the absurdity of the situation, I'm sure I provided you with quite a laugh. Perhaps I'd have done the same if someone else intruded the way I did yesterday, but then again I don't generally make light of other people's suffering. And I was suffering. Oddly enough, even your e-mail brought me some comfort. Although I may seem to have terrible self-esteem -- and it's true that at times I do -- I know that my emotional response is quite human compared to the fact that the man I've loved for so long was intimate with another, once again. In all areas of my life, I stopped punishing myself for being human a long time, and I accept myself as I am. When I fail to direct my energy in a positive fashion, it is always a learning experience. I suspect yesterday will be no exception.
Yuppers on the laugh part. Even this correspondence is giving me a jolly. I should post it to show your pathetic nature to everyone on the net. How does that sound? Would you like that babes? Only in your wildest dreams do you wish you could take it like I do. YOU CAN’T as YOU ARE WEAK AND PATHETIC and I AM NOT! If we had a threesome, I would bitch slap you silly and make you crawl like a dog! YES. I would probably boot you in the ass with my steel toe Doc Martens just for good measure.
Incidentally, I know you are no stranger to pain. I did read your Thanksgiving gratitude list in November. With few exceptions, I could have written the same list myself. And added several more for good measure. I'm not saying this to enlist your sympathy. I don't view myself as a pitiful person, even yesterday. Instead, I'm grateful that I have the capacity to feel the full range of my feelings. I know the depth and breadth of me. I don't view tears or feeling pain as a shameful thing. In fact, I believe the ability to feel so deeply it one of my gifts. It's one of the reasons I'm able to empathize with others. I'm a healer.
Oh, so you read my Thanksgiving list huh? I am flattered. However, I LEARNED and YOU DID NOT. Even if your list is bigger than mine, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK. YOU HAVE NOT LEARNED so get that through that thick lame brain (if you have one) of yours. Back to the drawing board with you ANNIE! Come to Sister Arachne and bear your knuckles to the ruler for busting. YOU FAIL! RECALL ANNIE to the BOT FACTORY for re-programming! As you can tell, you will not get one drop of sympathy from me. YOU ARE A HEALER? HA HA HA HA and I am the second cuming of xist. I raise the dead. Did you not know that? Yo, do actually you read what you write and do you honestly believe yourself? If you believe yourself, you are worse off than I thought.
Do I wish that I hadn't felt the way I did yesterday? Yes. Do I wish that I could have recognized the state I was in and used some of the energy releasing techniques I've learned? Absolutely. Do I care if you laughed at my state, or that I annoyed HIM with my extreme behavior? Not the way you'd imagine. Do I intend to channel my emotions more effectively should such a situation arise again in the future? That is my intent. Do I wish to trouble you? Far from it. Do I think that you have similar commitment issues; otherwise, why would you be so deeply in love with a man you've spent less than a month with in real time? It's probably a bit callous of me to make such an observation this way; in fact, even writing something I sense you're unwilling to look at is a type of low blow that I know is improper for me to do.
Again, I DON’T GIVE A RAT’S ASS! YES I LAUGHED at your stupidity. As far as whether you annoyed HIM with your actions, I did not SEE annoyance as I was far too busy being jollied by your spaz. Why don’t you address him to find out if he was annoyed by them? By the way, are you a CLING-ON? A CLING-ON is a person who clings onto others like a blood sucking leech who won’t let go. Me thinks you are. Darling, don’t even attempt to think about my "issues" as you and I are different types of animals. You are WEAK and I am STRONG. Remember that. Also, I don’t NEED anyone, but apparently you do as you are CRIPPLED and INCAPABLE of doing for yourself. As far as low blows, you would not know where the fuck to start to strike me so don’t even bother trying. Ah, go for it...TRY IT! I would like to see what type of strategy you could come up with. It could be fun. At this stage of the game, ONLY I CAN HURT ME and that is a NO CAN DO. SHALL WE PLAY A GAME?
One other thing before I close. I felt bad not to respond to your e-mail that begins this chain with the earnestness I believe it merited, but certain conditions prevented me from making a timely response, and when circumstances would have allowed me to write back, I didn't feel comfortable to do so. I'll say now that I was touched by what you wrote, and I wish our interests did not intersect.
Hey, I felt for you once, but I feel nothing for you now. The door has closed so I DON'T GIVE A RAT’S ASS as to why you did not reply and I DON'T GIVE A RAT’S ASS that you were touched.
As ever, I know you're just trying to live your life, and it is with deep regret that your happiness to be with HIM seems to conflict with mine. On a spiritual level, I know there is enough of everything, including love, for everyone. But as a human being, I haven't managed to block my feelings when I feel threatened, and I'm not sure that's something to which I aspire. If I don't feel I'm getting burned, how will I learn to keep my hand out of the fire. But if I don't risk loving someone with all my heart, if I don't risk owning my desires, my needs, and who I am, how can I expect to blossom? This is what I've learned, and how I strive to live my life.
Man, you are stupid! I don’t need HIM or any man or being for my happiness as I have my happiness within myself. What is the matter with you woman? I LOVE ME FIRST AND FOREMOST ABOVE ALL INCLUDING MY OWN KID. That is the part you don’t get. EVERYTHING STARTS WITH SELF.
RUST IN PEACE!
P.S.: Your stupid cc to HIM is very babyish. Man, get a fucking life you attention whore! How do you like me now?
Stalking Again???
Am I being stalked yet again by an individual of pathetic nature who has no fucking life? If so, get a fucking life bitch!!! You really make me sick and my stomach churns at your disgustingly sad, fat, ugly, pathetic nature/life. Ah, so you did get a dog. HA HA HA ~ Arachne ~ January 2, 2010 @ 2:00 p.m. EST
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