What the hell are you sickos doing abusing the sexual naivety and obvious physical deformities of someone like myself in your sleaze productions. If i wasn't a potato i would complain to the RSPCA...or something. In case you didn't pick up on it - Marco
Brad, Sorry about coming in here with a TOTALLY irrelevent question, but i really didn't have any other idea on how to reach you or the relevent people. I have tried to create a new article and an "you are not authorised to access this page" warning shows up. Could you please let me know if this is just a clich and how to fix it or if there is some other reason that i should be aware of. Sorry for the inconvenience and the barging int
Journalism as a practice has been degraded somewhat of late. What am I saying ? It started in the gutter and has remained in that very same fetid gutter of its origins. If anything Journalistic standards have improved over time. I think it is almost painfully important to question journalistic institutions that are owned by the beneficiaries and operators of the capitlist/free market economies, the world system that is ideologically dominant and
Dear God. I'm so sorry. I had no idea that comment was that long. And Mig. I did read Interview... sorry i didn't comment. That needs to be on paper, tangible and warm, beautiful in its isolation. I loved it, and it only confirms, reaffirms, everything i have ever known and adored about you. Marco XX
I can't help but notice that spiritual and talented are the two most common answers, with one materialistic (you marvelouslly honest person) and two driven out of ten responses. Given a small sample, fair enough, we could get a fairly accurate and honest response from the people above . What strikes me as being unusual is that while they are the two most consistent choices, spiritualism (as i see it, as a search for transcendence, a betterment of
Sally - It should be me saying thank you , and it is. Now. Thank you. It ain't so cold anymore. Dyl - What you wrote reminds me of what Pablo said to a German officer when the young Nazi viewed one of his dark, Death filled wartime paintings - Officer "Why did you do this ?", Pablo "I didn't do this, you did." Art is big enough so that it can never be subsumed into the play of politics, politics will only ever be one of th
I sit out here within my resplendent garden, or should I make that necessary correction – not my garden, my parents garden, a garden of one generation; the burial place of a duck, dog and countless collections of memories that linger under the new growth of vegetation. I sit here and carefully place words upon the screen of this laptop, and yet, I am still being bitte
I concede. Good point! Marco
i assume from the above exchange that the aussie misread your (rather stylish) wit and assumed that you genuinely found it more tragic to be watching baywatch than to be experiencing an earthquake. Isn't it? Marco
"Sounds like good advice if you got shit for brains..." Never, ever, trust anyone who claims that they're a doctor. A breach of trust is best case scenario. If they are what they claim to be, run in the opposite direction. Capped teeth and evenings at the yacht club can only lead to a life of moneyed
By the way Sally - Happy Birthday Just hope you don't reach the age or stage where you loath to see those two words neighbouring each other. As far as having the damn things, last year i decided against having them all together. My age will change when my skin does or when the stupidity that's taken up residence in my brain realises it's not an exclusive address and it ha
i won't even cry if you win The panama wearer might. Too often, when we win, we break a heart (who's heart does not necessarily matter); when we accomplish the ends of our stories, we always have to add a footnote of tragedy. I think this time you might have forgotten to incl
Dyl, Leave out the well educated and leave the jumbled up as a remainder. Yep, that's me. As far as life is concerned, you're one of the few people i would ask about it. You know and teach a lot more than you suspect. Marco XX
i wish children could be children for longer Well. I can safely say that i've accomplished this one. I would probably push it as far as saying that i've remained prenatal. Give me nutrition, a warm place to reside and a women to involve myself in some sort of parasitic relationship with and I've pretty
I came across that definition as well, but at the moment all they have is a definition of what life's function are, what the sub-systems actually do. I know that it's a working definition, but it doesn't feel like one. It's as if something is missing, and even scientists acknowledge this. There are too many things that are not living that occupy the periphery of life that fuzz the definition. The definition of what it is to be human is also gr
I had the misfortune of going to a shopping centre today. It was new and white, crazy angles and not-there-glass, blue lights along the railings of escalators and lowered false ceilings. It dazzled and awed. It took a long time to open. All those low bass rumblings and the whining drill sounds take fruition in this thing so clean and ordered. With the area cordoned of
1) How do we think we are viewed by others? A silent and discomforting presence in an otherwise normal situation. 2) How do we view ourselves? As little as possible and only then with sideways glances. 3) How do we relate to friends? Often, not very well. 4) How we perceive our sexuality? Like a caged animal. It sees so little value in the rest of my personality and it wouldn't feel at a
Almost forgot. Mig You will always be meu amiga escuro , my darkest friend. Marco XX
I'm yet to decide which is the greatest ruse - the fictional boy's intitial hard-on act or your warning that the fiction is some sort of incapablility on your part. The real Mig, the one who thinks about writing a Mig who might be, could be, the one who moves the boy, forces, makes him party to his own betrayl, this real Mig could want the fiction so badly, but sees herself saying and doing and being...what?....nasty, deeper than the petri dish, more d
meat-cleavered soul, big fucking hole, he’s leaking on my shoes on purple suede i’d call that shade: “my boy, he’s got the blues” A little metaphysical Quentine Tarantino huh? A pop reference within a blood and guts jig, a dance with gunshot victims...well...in this case meat-cleavered souls. You ca
7:02 am. and i couldn't tell you the day if you had a .357 to my head. But yes, Good night. Marco XX
Figured it out just a while ago. Now i know exactly how slow i can really be. Damn that's slow Marco XX PS You better write something bad soon as well. It is a rare occasion when I stop fearing disappointment and just know that the next one is going to be as good as the last. You're starting to scare me. And Sally... whether you do it for yourself or not,
Strike that last one. I think i'm dense. Took me a while to catch up.
Dyl? What just happened?
Marco? Huh?
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