Dear Lucy,

Last night I sms you to see whether you are free for a drink. Someone sms back and she is not you. She kept asking me strange questions through sms like:

1) Who are you ? How you know Lucy?

2) I ask you who are you?

3) Are you Fiona? Bitch

4) You pussymouth

5) How are you related to Lucy?

6) Lalallalalal

She also say she is your girlfriend. Then I accused her of infringing your privacy by answering sms on your behalf. Later when I called you, she says she is your girl friend as in she really is your girl friend---meaning not the normal platonic girlfriend. She say she has the right to check on you and so on and so on. I told her that she is not respecting your right by talking to her other friend like that. She kept saying its her business and she controls you etc. She also kept asking me how am I related to you and she also say I must be one of the man you fools around with. I try to scare her abit by pretending to be old uncle and I say she has no respect etc. I told her that even when I have a girl friend, I do not control my gal friend (my ex) like the way she does etc etc. Anyway my dear Lucy, I hope you understand what happen. Just in case there is any misunderstanding between us. I was quite shocked with the rude way she talk to me. Is she the lady that PUKE and drag you away that day? Hope you have a nice day. Take good care my friend.

best regards.

David

Hi, Mr Goose,

Oh, I feel piqued and resentful after reading this horribly senseless mail. In what way have you lied that you are an old man? I mean, you ARE an old-ER man! I'm flabbergasted with your account of the whole SAGA. It's apparent how you enjoy entertaining ppl like me, isn't it? can I know what you do for a living? are you a pastor? or care-giver? Evidently, you do not know Lucy well, in fact, it's way platonic than platonic itself. You goose, showed so much enthusiasm in displaying your interests, your lifestyle and publicise YOURSELF to Lucy that you forgot to mystify this whole cyber "frenship", leaving absolutely NO imagination of you! You are SO transparent that I can read you like a MAGAZINE--read and trash. Unlike books, yeah.. Why take this cyberworld so seriously?

Oh yes, I AM the drunkard on that night. Lucy and I were excited to meet you though, but hell, you're like slimeballs that simply kept calling and sms-ing her so much even when i was trying to get a grip while Lucy's helping me. Then u started to get dis-illusioned.. blah blah blah... having all those thoughts that Lucy's making a fool out of you. Now, after yr sms-es and email, it's apparent that You made a fool out of yourself. If you find me loathesome, go ahead and dislike me. wait a minute, you don't even know ME. I would have respected a solitary guy that told the facts as clearly as the emperor is naked --which you clearly did in giving the account of the SAGA. But what went wrong when the good guy (you-goose) is being foul-mouthed and trampled on? I have no idea, you are a mistake, man. To put it bluntly, you asked for it.

I don't care if I have contradicted myself. I don't care if I also affected you by my vulgarity and obscene use of language. That is not the issue today. I don't give a shit whether you say I am jealous, which I am not. I don't think I'm being malicious - it is the act of flashing, and more importantly, THE ABSURD APPROVAL SOMETHING AS WRONG AS THAT GETS FROM THE GOOSE, that I am concerned about. You are simply CHILDISH.

Being the disgustingly self-centred person I am, I'd ilke to say that Lucy's a great girl, mature and intellectual and SHE'S MINE although we are bisexual. Her prose is far too... dare I say that word again, cheam, for these stupid empty vessels who have so much to say. Furthermore, Lucy will realise that she herself is not upset over what I've written and said - on both occassions no less. And yes, it's her freedom to make friends, female and males alike, but aren't u over the edge by being so pricky by my smses? To think a grown up adult like you would actually entertain such nonsensical sms-es! Even I think I shouldnt have bothered with me at all.

I will say this in a very big font lest you miss it: I AM OK WITH IT, SHE IS OK WITH IT, WHO ARE YOU TO TALK SO MUCH?

Well, that's all I have to say with regards to your mail. Stop jumping on to the bandwagon like that, take some time and seriously meet people, not cyberians. I am not that bad, really. I do think I am a nice girl - just a little more frank and hot-headed than any other girl on the streets but essentially the same although In my speech, I've often neglected and overlooked people's feelings, thinking that I can mutter and ditch responsibility. But I am NOT SORRY. Oh goose, relax and chill. May you find other better things to do in your free time.

"For what?", you'll say. For YOUR OWN FUCKING PLEASURE. For you want to wank to her breasts, you want that nice feeling when your own selfish penis hardens. So you can imagine her in the dark room of yours, rubbing yourselves against bolsters, thinking of her as a sex object, lips around your member. Did you treat her as a human with feelings, or just an empty vagina for you to plunge your penis into eventually?

I am constantly entertained by you. keep the mails coming.

LALALALALLALALALALALALA all the way,

The Lover

25 July, 2005

*names have been changed

How crude was I, seriously?

Well, there's that clock in my room. Boy, does that sucker get loud, late at night when you're all alone. A little less deliberate, but no less maddening, is the slow tick-tock-ticckk-tocckk-ttiiicckkhh-tooocckkhhH! of the faucet-from-hell as droplets land with unexpected percussive resonance in the basin of the sink. And then there's the irritating buzz of--errrr, a skeeter? As you squash that skeeter and scratch at the one actual site of attack, suddenly it feels like you're covered with insect bites, or fleas, or some horrible skin disease, you're scratching madly at your arms and legs and belly, until at last you throw your head back and howl (again)

Persuaded

Begged

Succumbed

Entered

Stroked

Slapped

Re-entered

Chastised

Aroused

Sinister

Pleased

Shifted

Ridden

Punched

Choked

Caressed

Eyeballed

Kissed

Drenched

Held

Thrown

Held

Thrown

Gripped

Denied

Ignored

Respected

Rejected

Ejected

To fear death, or anything in the future, is to fear something we have created in our minds, or to fear the absurd.

"I use non-art materials such as books and clothes to create work which evokes a sense of dreamy melancholy or magical enchantment. I'm interested in the realm of fairy-tales and folk-legends and have been working on a series of book-works exploring these themes, externalising the pages of the book and allowing it to be read in another way.

I find the materialization of the flat piece of paper an almost magical process. As I become more involved in the making, I feel like I am creating small stage sets, inhabited by characters caught up in their own magical, whimsical and sometimes haunting journeys."

~Su Blackwell~

Alexei Sultanov

He was most famous for winning the Eighth Van Cliburn International Piano Competition in 1989, at the age of 19. One of four Cliburn competitors from the Soviet Union in 1989, he was the youngest in the field of 38 pianists – and at 5 feet 2 inches, he also was the smallest. But once he performed his volcanic selections of Liszt, Prokofiev and Chopin, he quickly became known for his huge sound. His fingers flashed over the keys; the music thundered and whispered and groaned. When he played, he shut his eyes as if enraptured by the music. During his performance, a piano string snapped, but Alexei continued to play on. And, when the music ended, he bowed low to the audience, then took a backward step and pointed to the piano as if to share the spotlight with a fellow performer. Audiences raved about his originality and the jury's decision was unanimous, but critics were split in their response.

At the age of 6, Alexei Sultanovbegan piano lessons in Tashkent with Tamara Popovich. Alexei was a student of Lev Naumov at the Central Music school and again at the Tchaikovsky Conservatory, where he completed his musical studies. Even after a severe stroke paralyzed his left side, Sultanov continued to play the piano with his right hand with his wife, cellist Dace Abele, accompanying him with the left hand. He died June 30, 2005 at the age of 35 in Fort Worth.

Read more on Alexei Sultanov @ Chicago Tribune

I was moved to tears after watching the videos on Chicago Tribune. Never before had I heard a live performance with such spontaneity, confidence, wisdom, intelligence and innovation-natural, without a trace of ostentation and deception. Alexei Sultanov obviously abused his body and talent early on, but it is amazing that he was able to overcome an ultimate challenge and play again from his heart. It truly demonstrates that sometimes it is the challenges that strengthen us.

"I am a specialist 3rd class in the USMC, and I just got back from Iraq and a week before I left, my sergeant ordered me to shoot 12 Iraqi children in the face. I don't know how I did it. He hid the bodies. Nobody knows we did it..."

"I like to inflict big time pain onto other people. I like getting paid to smash people faces in. Hearing bones snap make me hard. The warm salty taste of another persons blood stimulates me in a religious fashion. I have a deep hate for people who are happy and I think that is what lead me into being a contractor. "

"well, i am a 15 year old boy,and i have had sex with my 22 year old brother over 50 times in the past years, i feel so terrible to confess these things, he has a huge weiner and he makes me perform fellacio. i am going to burn in hell for this..he just likes to ram my butt, but I like it so much, i dont know why "

"I'm 29 years old, and obsessed with cannibalism. Back at university, a group of students were holding a gathering, and one guy had chopped his finger off - we all tried a bit, and I immediately realised this is something I want to do in life. Since then, I have tried a bit of arm, and part of a toe. "

"I want him to die. Bad. For all the hurt he did to me. For all the lies he said to me. For saying I Love You when he didn't even mean it. For cheating on me with his ex several times and lying to me about it. I hate you. I hope you choke and die. Nobody deserves what you've done in the months we dated. Nobody."

"My goal used to be to take over the world. Now I think I'm just gonna smoke this pot and watch some South Park..."

~anonymous online confessions from grouphug.us~

here's mine: I like to misplace books on purpose in libraries and bookstores.

Whenever I visit the libraries/stores again, I get pleasure from seeing them left exactly where I've misplaced them.