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Old 08-28-2008, 11:42 PM
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Default Re: Who are the new owners

Some of the comments that were deleted by Heather from the Help/FAQ/About this site thread:

Re: Who are the new owners

BlueAngel said:

Censoring?

justgroovy said:

not by me

Administrator said:

Nope. Just deleting off-topic posts.

BlueAngel said:

HUH?

Well, then, you certainly will have your hands full if you continue deleting off topic posts, but I assume you only deleted off topic posts in this thread such as the following, which were NOT off topic as justgroovy and I were discussing YOU and the title of this thread is "Who are the New Owners."

The following is posted on your BLOG for all to see, so why are you ashamed for it to be posted here?

http://www.**************.com/**************/

- the universe speaks
Today sucked. For whatever reasons I hated everyone. It's times like this
that the first solution that comes to my mind is to kill myself. I just
don't want to live in a world filled with the kind of shit this one is
filled with. I know that sounds like a cop out. I know I should focus on the
positive good things. But I just want to cease to exist. I am too good, even
with my flaws, to continue to exist in this shithole called reality. I feel
death for myself or I want to destroy the world. Fucking bomb everything and
kill everyone (metaphorically, of course). It's strong emotions for my
little frame probably wracked full of chemical hormones. Fight or flight. Mad
Max road rage.

This mood only worsened on the drive home, behind sheeply drivers (20 mph max
up coldwater) behind sunday driving potty mouth cursers law breakers on
mulholland and retarded gridlockers. I am driving a weapon, but where is my
battering ram?

I know in these times, the times I hate my fellow stupid race, that I just need
to get home as fast as possible and not leave. Heather, the introvert, needs
massive rejuvenation. Alone. Solitude. Leave me the fuck alone with my thoughts
and my books and my ideas and my notebooks. Leave me alone with my crackpot
theories and understandings of the universe and why we all exist.

Sometimes the simple nourishment of this fragile ethereal temple called my body
is much of what it takes to calm my torrid 3rd world Armageddon vision. But an
hour wait for the pizza delivery was too long. Might as well blow my head off.
(Yes, I can be a bit extreme at times.) The boyfriend convinced me that it was
better to go to astroburger instead and to live another day.

I flipped my unicorn hair and off we went - me sulking and vomiting venom
through words. He's telling me to use the power of my mind, but what in my
mind is not pleasant at all. We're walking in and waiting in line. I'm
still grumpy, pondering what I might want. And then, someone walks in who make
me re-think about destroying the world in fire and ice: David Lynch.

I do a double-take. He looks just like his picture. He's wearing a suit. A
young unshaven man is with him. They are right behind me in line. I think, hmmm,
I guess David Lynch is a pretty good reason to let the world continue in my
mind. I'm thinking about my banana costume and syd who makes tesla coils. I
think of Iowa fields, the gothic house and TM. For some reason these are the
things that are loosely associated with David Lynch in my brain.

I'm not even going to say a word. I'm playing it cool - with my rainbow
dyed unicorn hair of course they would stare. Just another day in Hollyweird.
What would / could I say to him anyway? It's the universe's little
reminder - it's that glimmer of hope. It's the memory that even in all
the shit of this world, there are diamonds.

Then my number is called - except it's not my number, and I already have my
food - but it's the final wink, that says... what is said without words.

It's a moment. Something changes. And it matters, and yet does not. Because
all this will be played out again tomorrow and the day after, and has been each
day from when time began. The world is destroyed every day and rebuilt again.

Posted on July 16, 2008 at 09:40 PM in Introspection | Permalink

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FYI, deleting posts that you feel are off-topic on a thread is completely out of line.

It's called CENSORING and, with CENSORING, Freedom of Speech does not exist.

How 'bout deleting the perverted pictures so many of us have asked to have deleted, but still remain?

They're off topic.

Very inappropriate for you to access a poster's account and DELETE their posts.

YOU cannot be trusted.

BlueAngel said:

Here is a message from Heather to me.

She refers to my post of her blog as stalking.

HUH?

Blue Angel,

If you continue to post your blog-stalkings of me on this site, I will delete them and have you banned. These posts are not topic related and not conducive to positive conversations.

Please stay on topic.

Thank you.

-Heather

BlueAngel said:

I obtained your blog link from a thread that RedRat authored.

How come he wasn't threatened with banishment?

I can't find the thread and/or post wherein RedRat links to Heather's blog.

I assume Heather deleted it and perhaps warned RedRat of banishment, as well.

Seriously.

A blog is available for all the world to read.

If you're going to write something that you want to remain private, you certainly don't do it on a BLOG!!!

YOU WRITE ON A BLOG BECAUSE YOU WANT ALL THE WORLD TO READ!!

So, what's the problem?

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Seems Heather has deactivated her BLOG.

This is a warning to Heather.

Do not censor any thread I have authored or any comment I have posted within a thread.
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