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Hello K-Pickle !  Hoping all is well there !

Hello.  Death to Facecrap ! 

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: Who's around here now ?
« on: January 08, 2016, 11:47:31 AM »
Hi K-pickle, cool to see you around again.  Whats been goin on ?

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: Long time no see
« on: December 09, 2015, 11:15:48 AM »
Hi Don.  Cool to hear from you.  I'm still around here sometimes.  Glad to see that you're doin alright. 

I was gonna run for president as the neo-abolitionist candidate, but just decided not to after all, just for my own sake.

All the best.

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: Fornits to Facecrap.
« on: September 20, 2015, 01:21:46 PM »
Yeah, Froderick, we had an original, and whether it be enlightening or mean, it was usually intelligent and entertaining, conversation goin here.  The novelty of facecrap wears thin.  Bunch a misspelled, missworded memes, all about morality and politics.  Everyone askin the same questions and still incapable of recognizing the way they commodify themselves just by having a facebook account.  You can't even show straight survivors the program, they don't wanta look.  There is no sense of real civic responsibility and yet everyone offers moral advice in these ridiculously absolutist and oversimplified memes, which  function as the program's slogans.  It's just a tupperware party.  I am planning to extricate myself from the scene but only after I make my run for the highest office in the land, the office of the presidency of the United States of America !  That's right Froderick, I'm sick of the submissive-authoritarian BS and so I'm doin something about it.  I'm the Neo-Abolitionist candidate and our goal is to eradicate involuntary behavior modification in all it's forms. 

Let's take the 40' totem pole out of our collective ass and learn to walk again.  People are not commodities and the first thing we need to do in order to put this country on the path to a better society and therefore better lives for the individual members of our society is to free people from the coercive and manipulative chains of guilt and shame that the commercial establishment and the acculturating social institutions all rely on as their means of power and control over individuals.  Involuntary behavior modification is a form of slavery and the Neo-Abolitionist party, of which I am the presidential nominee, has been established to put an end to this crime against democracy and humanity in general

I have to run now.

God bless America.  People are not commodities !  I approve this message.

Partially sponsored by the Dano-TRUMP Gentleman's Club(Not affiliated or associated with the Neo-Abolitionist party or the Cult of the Odinchrist)

Is Straight in the past ? Or was it just a form of something that remains, in sophisticated and subtle ways, all around us even now ? What were the lessons of our captivity ?

What does it mean to be free ? What does it mean to be responsible ?

Can a person be either, if they are not in an original relationship to the universe ?

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Fornits to Facecrap.
« on: September 06, 2015, 07:12:14 PM »
It's a real shame, the demise of our conversation here.  I stuck around here as long as I could and never had any intention of joinin facecrap.  The last seriously in depth post I left here got almost no response for about 6 months or more, I don't really remember now, but it was quite a while, and I thought it was some of the best stuff I ever wrote.  Everyone except Tampa Survivor was gone.  Thanks for the response Tampa.  I still wouldn't go on facecrap.

...(Redacted by the author)...

The conversation there is nowhere near as deep as it was here.  I grew so much here, with you people, shinin the hard, blinding light.

Facecrap is a shitpile compared to this place.  I don't know how to leave without cutting ties with so many valuable people.  I tried to get people to come back here, where the current aint so mainstream, and a wash, with the program standard, but it looks as though the program wins again.

I'm losin my sense of humor.

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: Who's around here now ?
« on: July 19, 2015, 09:03:06 AM »
Good ol Tampa Survivor.  You're still a hardcore fornits head, after all these years.

Nice to meet you Oscar.  I was in the Springfield VA Straight from March of 85 til Feb of 87.  Copped out 4 times , got court ordered and then finally graduated after a total of 23 months in Straight.  Whats your story ?

All the best.

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Who's around here now ?
« on: June 30, 2015, 06:08:40 AM »
I been hauled off kidnapped, taken away and held for ransome.

Just drove down and back again to the survivor reunion in Great Falls VA.  It rained the whole way down and I was hydro-planin all over the turnpike.  All the rivers and streams were full and muddy and rushin along. 

Had a great time at Marks with everbody.

Lotta rain.  I crossed the Potomac, the Juniata, and the Allegheny, and on the way down I drove thru Gettysburg and the mountains, Blue, Kittatinny, Tuscarora, and Allegheny.  On the way home, I drove the back roads through the beautiful PA countryside and over those same mountains.

Anyone around here now ?

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: Stoughton - A question for \
« on: February 16, 2015, 03:39:12 PM »

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Re: Stoughton - A question for \
« on: December 23, 2014, 01:05:52 PM »
What a thread ! Just re-read the whole thing !

Open Free for All / Re: Vision of myself about to be eaten
« on: November 12, 2014, 04:50:46 AM »
Yeah.  Thanks Ginger !  LOL...Oh-hh... I'm still alive !

Open Free for All / Re: Vision of myself about to be eaten
« on: October 24, 2014, 06:16:31 AM »
I once went swimming in the ocean.  I was born on the closest Island to the Mariana trench.  One day, while I was there, on that island, only visiting for a few days, I went swimming in the ocean with my friend.  My father had warned me.  Don't go out past the reef, he said, there were sharks out there, and wear shoes in the water.  I went out past the reef, when my friend made the suggestion.  We'd each bought a snorkel kit to explore the lagoons with.  I wasn't wearin my flippers though, or my snorkel.  I just had the mask on and was barefoot.  Once I got outside the reef, where I'd been warned not to go and was fully aware of the tragedies that had been brought to those who had earlier dared, I just stretched out my arms and legs and looked down and drifted there, lookin down into the depths of the underwater valleys below.  I could not see the floor.  The mountainsides just fell away into darkness and I drifted there for a few seconds holding my breath and being still and looking down into the depths of the ocean. 

It wasnt long though before I thought to myself, "better swim back".

I started to swim back toward the reef, but in a moment realized I was being carried in the opposite direction.  I began to swim harder and harder and finally in a desperate panic not to be swept out into the deep ocean full of sharks I got close enough to the reef that a swell picked me up and helped me along some, and then another, and finally a wave carried me over the rocky reef  and washed me back inside the lagoon.  I was within a hairs breadth of bein swept out to sea off the northwest tip of Guam, where I was born, during the war in Vietnam.  The Mariana Trench is 7 miles deep and I was born on top of the rise from the sea floor.  It's a part of my personal mythos.  I looked into the depths of the place I was born, looked into the depths of the deepest ocean.  And the humility of my body fighting the current of the sea as it tried to take me.  I wasnt at all sure I was strong enough to live and I was really afraid for my life for a few minutes during the crisis.

Surely nearly everyone has had some similar vision of being left alone to die.  I know that being lost at sea is almost an archetypical vision of the fear of Lovelessness. 

Open Free for All / Re: Vision of myself about to be eaten
« on: October 24, 2014, 05:09:12 AM »
Thankyou Froderik, the wisdom I'd like to impart to her is not the kind that can be carried in mere words.  It requires time to be spent together and we just never had much.  Now she is 19 and far from home, caught up in the world and the usual goings on.  Working and trying to make money to pay bills and what-not.  She's my only child.

Open Free for All / Vision of myself about to be eaten
« on: October 22, 2014, 11:08:50 PM »
I spend too much time, alone in this house brooding on things I am interested in and possibly obsessed by.  Brooding and pacing like a caged animal.  It's tough to scale back my unhealthy levels of alcoholic self indulgence when there's no one else to talk to.  Sometimes I feel sad, like I've missed the love I should'a' had in this life.  I feel so lonesome and unloved and unknown and like all the wisdom I've lived for will just be unloved, unknown, dust of the Earth soon and my life feels meaningless when I consider all that.  I cannot even teach my own daughter the wisdom I've spent my life distilling.  I can only joke about it's worhtlessness with friends.

I envision the depths of the ocean, which is actually more of an unvision than a vision because it is a negation of color, but I can still otherwise sense the depths and the coldness and the feeling that I am a very far way from the safety of my land-dwelling, air-breathing, mothers arms.  Somewhere below and under me I feel a presence waiting for me to sink a little further.  There's a big giant fish just waiting, still, in the darkness.  Just waiting to swallow me whole.  He knows I am there, alone in the cold, deep, dark, salt-water, far from the reach of the sun's ray.  It is my own fear.  It is the vision of the manifestation of my own fears about my life and what it means to me to be 46 and staring at an uncertain and unknown future alone.  This has been an expression of a vision that I have of myself, about to be eaten by a monster fish of the deep ocean.

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