Re: the skinny on thunder


ms quark cable wrote:
Your vocabulary is interesing. Taken all together you sound like a
homophobic, anti house work, antisocial, xenophobic, puritanical,
paranoid, people loathing, church lady, and inquisition/mccarthy/j
edgar hoover watchdog. what was that? Contra what?

"Lady"? My scene is a many layered gordian's knot to the nth degree
national levels grand champion tournement of a wreck compounded by the
fact that I'm being slowly moved from a cottage to a room in the house
by a couple of professional controlfreaks in rutting season
superimposed on top and believe me there's no good house keeping
magazine in the mix. So into this shipwreck in a trainswitching yard
steps ol thunder. And so I, who once was a meticulous housekeeper, I
who relentlessly smart under the disarray that comes of extreme
disability and suffer continuously and daily living inside the wreck
of the hesperous, I who am fairly observant and try to be conscious of
guests needs, was especially sensitive on this his first visit and
where I'd be shamed normally at having to ask for help with my oxygen
apparatus or in putting on my boots or to please go fix your own cup of
coffee. So little dismay did he exhibit at that stuff that I went from
the stress of such visits to big time endorphin generating when thunder
was so kind and happy a person reassuring me of his gratitude and
happiness to be my guest in my palace incomparable. I don't mean he
said this or said anything. I'm taking poetic heights here to say he
made me comfortable in my own home as only the most genteel guests
might. I was able to relax and enjoy the visit. Much to be valued
anytime for any person regardless of health or given whatever
variables.

But I didn't go there in my original post commencing this thread
because I hadn't the energy right then and there was nothing wrong with
the statement I made instead of the detailed rendition.

All in all it is very bad personal karma to be so twisted as to be
constantly twisting everything one can get one's angry sharp claws
into. When you contort human behavior that is so refined, so superior,
so kind and loving and paint it as being something perverse, unnatural,
perverted, you cause it to be lost perhaps that this is the very model
we all should aspire to, this mutual aiding one another in the pursuit
of happiness, which is a fair characterization of my visit with
Thunder. And, where there are homo sapiens sapiens, shitters need
digging water hauled and wood chopped. Well, despite the homophobic,
claustrophobic, jealous, socially inept, hate mongering, diversity
killing lens you impose so sloppily but so like a fascist brown shirt
who would laugh and destroy anything outside of a narrowly defined mode
( and mode mind you that no where exists outside the sentimentality
choked nightmares of a consortium of sociopaths) I remember. I
remember that freedom is undefinable. I remember that society hates
goodness, genius, beauty, love, success, happiness. That though
society would seem to extoll and reward these, it does so only
deductively. That is those attributes and conditions exist only
monolithically in the narrow mind of the many. As soon as it is found
that marylyn isn't always beutiful she is not norma jean and set free.
no she is hounded and punished. When the good are studied it is real
time study waiting for the crackup where bad is the new attribute much
yearned for in this celebrity or scapegoat. Genius. Well those
idiots mix red towels and white sox in their washers. I hate love
because I can't have it because it doesn't exist of course, so I watch
these great celebrity love things for the crack up here too, Oh, Tom.
Do you now yearn for brook? Success? well that's always a function of
time. right? Oh happiness. Well we'll just keep watching oprah.
maybe tom will regail us every five years or so concerning the
permanent acquisition of static happiness. (Oh! To puke.}


So it's a common thing to want to make the common uncommon and the
uncommon common. I'm committed to the uncommon thing. I'm trying my
whole life to let the river flow and to create a space to live in that
is both common and extrodinary and like wise all the smaller works
within it I struggle arduously to render effortless-seeming, heaven for
a business plan with an earthbound business card. So therefore, my
guests are as prophets or angels or kings and queens of archetypal
realms sliced into every neighborhood. But I only feed them out of
clean dishes--
well used to be. Now I just recommend washing a dish of mine before
use. We're all doing what we can. But, really, more than that I can
observe who is so very gracious about it, which is healing, examine
that in my thinking and writing and further refine my thinking when the
mediocre gets in my face about it in negativity's way of killing what's
lovely and then I can serve, as here, as memory and witness of
goodness. <R>




oh, miranda - even spluttering in disgust you are eloquent - and
beautiful. thank you for bothering to go to your keyboard and type this
out. woodstock read what you wrote about the oxygen tubes and all. i
think it made him feel like he's not alone in dealing with a disabled
person on oxygen. by the way, are you sure you're getting enough 02? i
have mine turned up to 4 liters per minute and have had it on 3 1/2 or
4 for a couple of years with no ill effects (i'd have ill effects if i
turned it down). one of my tanks ran out last night before it should
have and i was running on very little oxygen and i was really out of
breath and realized what was going on right before i passed out . . . .
dealing with this degree of life or death precision is a trip, huh? for
us and the people around us who care . . . . thanks for sharing . . . .
peace . . . . swan . . . .








0, this being his first,

ohlooney@xxxxxxxxxxx wrote:
Thunder wrote:
<ohlooney@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
news:1157383288.405683.142950@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
ROFL.. Thunder is a housemaiden. Did he have a frilly apron on too?
Pictures, please.



People who do no housework end up living in filth. What's your problem,
existence is just that black and white for you? Are you suggesting that only
people like yourself who have vaginas are fit for doing housework, or are
you suggesting that any man who performs household duties traditionally
reserved for women is thereby somehow less of a man? If true, it is clear
you are not only a dissembling disruptor, but sexist as well.

Is this the same persona you display for the friends who would shun you if
they knew you hung out here? God you must get lonely.


Thunder

I just have to wonder about a man who visits a lady and immediately
gets to tidying up her place. My oh my... nothing sexist there. Just
questionable.

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