Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Darkness Delivered on Starlight


"Love is the closest thing we have to magic." - The Internet (lol)

Those eyes that blazed
 pierced right through me
Those words she wrote 
screamed to an ancient place 
inside my soul

She woke up the beast within never to sleep again

Her being became electrified
and the particles of fire and life
emitted from her like a silent,
terrifying, beautiful storm
inside its horror I hid

She woke up the beast within never to sleep again

And her silver tongue 
danced on my skin
and penetrated my mind

She was magical
She was fire


She woke up the beast within never to sleep again

She was darkness and antimatter
 delivered as an angel on starlight
I watched them fall; 
those dominoes of men
Her gaze and wisdom their death

She woke up their beasts within; never shall they wake again

The glory of her heavenly light
punishing and blinding
left only her darkness to see
She was magical
She was fire

She woke up the beasts within -- some she kept, some she watched die
She was magical
She was fire
She was darkness delivered on starlight

That Sweet Abyss


"I must be a mermaid, Rango.  I have  no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living." Anais Nin

Here I wish to hide
At the bottom of the sea
Where silence drowns my angry mind

And lulls my aches to sleep


Here I wish to die
At the bottom of the sea
Where tears won't flow for they go unseen

And in stillness I will find my peace

The Healing, Howling Moon


"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls." George Carlin

I wish to hug the moon
I wish to hold it tight
To heal what's broken inside of me

To mend the fractured shards

I wish to hug the moon
I wish to hold it tight
To mend blind eyes to the sight of joy

To heal my scarred, sealed lids

I wish to hug the moon
I wish to hold it tight
To heal the shattered soul in me

To mend my fractured light

I wish to hug the moon
I wish to hold it tight
To steal me away from this wicked place

To never return again

Inhaling Shame


"The marks humans leave are too often scars."  John Green The Fault in Our Stars

He doesn't want to talk about it, he says.
 It's a consequence from a past mistake he's already apologized for, he says.
 Just shut my mouth and eat it, he implies. 
So inside my sadness and quiet reverey I sit.

Yes, I'll inhale your shame.
 I'll maintain your delusion of security.
 And I'll hide away another part of me. 
But don't mistake my sacrifice for compliance.
 For I will never hide away my fierceness.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

A Little Andrew Dicey...eh...oh!


"Like I give a shit what you think asshole face." - Andrew Dice Clay

If I only had a dick, I'd already have a solid career with great pay and an established retirement fund.

If I only had a dick, my two bachelor degrees and magna cum laude status would have been sufficient to land me respect and an amazing job being a complete fucking asshole prick to my underlings.

Instead, I have a vagina.  That means, my two college degrees are only good enough to get me secretarial positions where I sit and look pretty and answer the phone and mind my own fucking business because no one wants the opinion from my vagina having bitch self.  That also means that I was the one chosen (by chosen I mean, the tyrant of the house informed me) to be a stay at home mom; therefore, foregoing what career I did have established and taking myself out of the job market for 3 horrific, miserable, just-shoot-me-in-the-face-cuz-I-can't-stand-my-kids-24/7 years.

Now here I sit realizing I have no financial security for my so-called "golden years."  By that, they mean the years you shit yourself and let underpaid, overworked, drug-addicted underlings abuse and neglect you.  Sounds golden!  (If you are a nurse, I'm not referring to you.  I'm referring to the other pieces of turd you work with.)

If I only had a dick, I wouldn't be so unbelievably stressed out about how I will care for the life-sucking mooches that are my children in the years to come.  If I only had a dick....

I keep hearing about these amazing wages men in ND are getting paid in attempt to compete with the oil field.  Apparently, if I had a dick, I would be getting paid almost twice my current wage.  Because, if they didn't pay me more, I could just leave for the oil field.  That's the mentality, and that's what I keep being told.  We "have" to pay them that or they'll just leave for the oil field.  What about me?!  

If I only had a dick, I could afford to live here without worrying about depending on my ex for child support to care for my children.  If I only had a dick, I could afford a nice house with a yard, where I could plant flowers, put a swing set, and watch my children grow happily.  If I only had a dick, I could blackmail my employer into paying me more.

If I only had a dick...

#BOGO Two Truths for the Price of Tough Shit!

                                          


Superficially Deep, Realistically Superficial

Dear Google+ user who said "a real man will love you for what's inside, and not care about appearance',

Are you fucking serious with this shit?  I don't care if they are "real" or "men," we ALL care about appearance.  Have you EVER seen someone in a social setting, and decided to introduce yourself because you were attracted to their intelligence or sense of humor?  How would you even get to that point without first finding them attractive enough to talk to?

I'm sorry, but I'm going to admit it.  I'm superficial. Wait, no, I'm not sorry.  I'm superficial, you're superficial, I'm just saying it and you're not.  So, shame on you!

If you haven't had the great joy of being on dating sites because you're desperate (insert my name here), then you haven't had the pleasure of the douche bag guys looking for sex...oh, wait, looking for a "long-term relationship" (yeah, right!)... with no picture posted.  Out of pure curiosity and disgust that women may actually go for this, I asked a few for pics.  Then I'm accused of being superficial.  God damn right, I am!  If you're ass is butt fucking ugly, I'm NOT going to bother to meet you for a drink, or dinner, or a movie, or anywhere!

So, what you say is that genuine people don't care about what's on the outside, but what's on the inside.  I roll my eyes, gag myself, and call bullshit!

                                                                  That's an ugly baby!

But we don't tell people they have an ugly baby!  Instead, we say things like, "What a cute outfit!" Or, "Oh, that bow in her hair is sooo cute!" See, most times, it's what we don't say that defines our relationships with the people around us.

Sometimes, friendships can be created unknowingly through this method of not saying things.  When you meet someone new, and you make polite nice-to-meet-you small talk, you may start to realize this person is very boring, and not quite with you in the wit category.  But, you remain polite and pretend you're interested in what they have to say.

You continue this behavior each time you see this person, and pretty soon you have each other's cell numbers, you're facebook friends, you're in each other's google+ circles...and now you have a friend you don't even like because of what you didn't say.

Maybe we should say more of what we really think.


I Can Admit It. You Were Wrong!


My bet is that the most popular unspoken truth is, "I was wrong."  I could easily write a novel about the things we DO say in place of that phrase.  Instead, for now, I will briefly serve you my distaste for it all on a silver platter of judgment.  I exclude no one, not even myself, from my harsh "wag of the finger" at the bullshit that spews forth when we realize we are wrong.

1.  Subterfuge - sub·ter·fuge (ˈsÉ™btÉ™rËŒfyo͞oj/ noun
noun: subterfuge; plural noun: subterfuges
Deceit used in order to achieve one's goal.
synonyms:trickery, intrigue, deviousness, deceit, deception, dishonesty, cheating, duplicity, guile, cunning, craftiness, chicanery, pretense, fraud, fraudulence

trick, hoax, ruse, wile, ploy, stratagem, artifice, dodge, bluff, pretense, deception, fraud, blind, smokescreen;

informalcon, scam

This is THEE technique for the expert who wants to evade detection as a piece of shit bastard who was wrong.  To begin with, the type of hypocrite or double agent who utilizes this technique is already in a class of their own.  Why, you ask?  Well, because they intended to be wrong.  They just didn't intend to get caught. When approached regarding their deception, they quickly resort to subterfuge.  Example:

"Why have you been unavailable every night after 9pm, and remain unavailable until 10:30am?"  - anyone asks

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I'm only getting 30% of my texts to come through?  Or do you just automatically assume I deserve to be called names?" - douche dicks who are wrong and won't admit it

It pains me to point out the obvious to the novice, here.  Please, do tell, how would said douche dick know only "30% of (his) texts (were coming) through?"  Follow me, here, now; if you are only getting 30% of your text messages while out of the country, how would you know? From your perspective, you'd assume you were getting 100% of your text messages, would you not? If you can't follow me to this point, drop it, give up, and go live back under that rock.

2.  I feel guilty for blogging about certain personal matters, and this is my pathetic way of admitting I was wrong.
I regret only one blog.  But regret is regret, and the measure of "how many" equaling "only one" is quite insignificant.  Of the 12 original blog entries I deleted for reasons I've already mentioned in other entries, this wasn't even one of those.  There is, and should be, a limit to honesty.  There is a fine line between trying to be completely honest and trying to be a spiteful bitch.  The difference between the two being motivation.  I may have been motivated to end a friendship due to a lack of trust and honesty.  But the way in which I chose to end said friendship was motivated by spite.  Such an ugly motivator.  Such an ugly result.  I was wrong.  No maybe.  No might be.

3.  Numbers 1 and 3 are nonsensical additions to help camouflage my embarrassment for doing something I regret.  I regret the letter.  I regret the obvious attack.  I was wrong.


      
  

Unconditional Lovelessness




"You've been a disappointment to me your whole life." - Ron LaCount to his own son

               Ron is a selfish, ego driven, attention seeking, narcissistic individual who finds pleasure in causing suffering in his children.  He used incessant insults, criticisms, and sarcasm to communicate his rejection of his son.  He blamed Dan when he failed to conform to the idea of him Ron created.  He brainwashed Dan into believing he was unworthy of love and affection.  He instilled shame in his son through constant displays of disappointment and rejection.  He created an atmosphere of fear that his son would be punished if he disappointed him.  He orchestrated deliberate tactics to prolong and reinforce emotional suffering and feelings of inferiority in Dan. 

                When Dan displayed the behaviors typical of an abused child, Ron displayed disgust knowing he caused these behaviors with his deliberate and sadistic abuse.  He caused his son to become an adult with low self-esteem, anti-social behavior, and a negative perception of the world.  His abuse caused Dan to have difficulties forming relationships and created a self-destructive aptitude in him.  Ron’s abuse caused his son to be prone to addictions.

                Ron’s intentional destruction of Dan’s sense of self worth made him a hostile man who lacked the ability to empathize with others.  Ron orchestrated the removal of his son as a partner in his company for becoming the product of his abuse.

                Dan poured his life into that company.  But Ron’s low opinion of him and his vocal and obvious disapproval of him spread within the company like a virus.  Soon, nobody found Dan to be credible, and nothing he ever recommended was taken seriously.  He was stripped of his confidence and was never seen as a decision maker or treated like the partner and owner he was.  He lost his passion and was defeated by the disregard of his father and the unspoken support Ron gave to the rest of the staff to treat him like a nobody whose opinion didn’t matter.


                Believing that you must live up to an expectation to be perfect leads you to believe you deserve to be rejected and ashamed, and that others are justified in their disappointment in you.  Shame is the most powerful master emotion – it is the fear that we are not good enough.  The greatest prison people live in is the fear of what other people think.


Monday, September 8, 2014

#lowercaseletters


#abovegiflinkpieceofshitwontwork

I seem to have misplaced my writer's edge.  Or, perhaps, something unseen, undetected is blocking my access to it (#writersblock).  Somewhere in my mind is a file cabinet aptly labeled "AWESOMESAUCE" with drawers so deep they are infinite (#opticalillusion #brucealmighty).  The never-ending folders within it form a comprehensive crater lake fluid in its organization of thoughts; a near abyss in its depths of concepts (#figuresofspeech).  I know there's a bountiful source of material somewhere in there, buy my access seems to be blocked - by what (#rhetoric)?

If I sit here and dissect the issue at hand (#comfortablynumb), can I find what it is that's missing so that I may write again?  Could a psychological avoidance of the raw emotions lurking in that pool of ideas be keeping me away from it?  Is it, maybe, a subconscious fear that the conceptual "moving on" has taken root and is planted like concrete (#againstmywill #ifearchange)?  Or, is it an intentional dismissal of the abyss (#ignoranceisbliss)?  Then again, could it be an unintentional, self-constructed wall to forego the labor-intensive process that developing a new writing style would entail (#ifearchange)?  Perhaps it is merely a temporary lack of passion for any given topic (#emptyhashtag #passioninwords)?

As I write about my newly discovered lack of anything to write about or drive me to creativity it occurs to me that the subconscious survival mechanisms, the intentional and unintentional blockades, the procrastination of necessary hard-work, and the varying and heavy-handed psychological barriers all likely work together to mask passion for indifference.  Can writer's block be deconstructed into one ingredient - indifference (#foodnetworkism)?  I wonder what other writers experience as they internalize this artistic struggle and life-work dilemma.

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Thursday, August 21, 2014

...Relax



I may have ran
Out of words, today
When a sign out of nowhere
Said, "Psst! This way."

When I turned down the road
I saw my soul fully bared
and that you'd seen it all
for I'd been brave
and all of me I had shared

With might I once spoke
and demanded your ear
I would talk on incessantly
...for hours, I fear

But a calm's now inside
and around
and beyond
A new peaceful retreat
Of this I am fond

Far away are the days
of hateful outbursts
of pettiness
of worries
of racing with words to be first

The "I'm sorries" now forgiveness
All contempt washed away
I'm surrounded by peace
in a meadowy 'scape
and even hear a few, "Hip! Hip! Hoorays!"

What's next?
Lucky for me, it's already written

The stage has been set
We are both well-rehearsed
Shall I take a seat here?
Shall I take a seat there?
How much praise will this play get?

Though there's no program
to name all the acts
the players will know
to enter the stage
or relax

...and so shall I stay here and
                        ....relax

Monday, August 11, 2014

Paper Beats Rock



"It's rock, paper, scissors as to whether I will get over you at all. It's hand against hand; both hands are mine. It's standing in a circular line...but I can not stand to know you this way surrounded by so much pain.  How am I supposed to let go of you this way?" - Ani DiFranco

It's been quite a while since I've posted a blog entry.  I must say, I am sincerely apologetic, and I've been busy and mostly happy.  When I have nothing that sucks ass to talk about, I have nothing to add to this blog. However, the ex is in town visiting his son, and things become confusing and shit starts to suck ass again.  Thus the above quote from the above AMAZING artist who's been saving my soul since 1998.  Ani DiFranco has been rescuing my heart and soul for many lifetimes (that's what I call them), and every year, her lyrics mean something more and different than they did the year before.  Check her out sometime.  You might find she speaks to you, as well.  Of course, I completely got off the subject of why shit sucks ass with the ex fiance in town.  So, back to that.

Originally written in April, 2014

The Meth Maid


                                                                                                               - Daisha GilWHORE

Pay attention, now.  You are naïve and ignorant which is the worst kind of dumb.

A:  If he loves you while he has another girlfriend (that’s me, skank), then he will love another when you are his girlfriend (that will also be me, you ugly, money-hungry love destroyer).

B:  I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage of everyone (That’s you, you lying user!  How fucking DARE you take advantage of the love of my life??!!  Who THE FUCK do you think you are?!  You clearly have no idea who I am.  I will destroy you, or the Universe will do it for me.  When your life can get no worse, remember me; remember Pete; remember…)

C:  Because I’m just a giving person spiritually, I feel that if your intentions are to use or abuse or lie to or take advantage of, then, though you may get what you want in the present, there’s still that price you’ll have to pay.  Karma.  You.  The future.  Have fun with that when all of the ugliness from your soul snowballs and manifests into a horrible, lonely life.

D:  We grow a little every time we do not take advantage of someone’s weaknesses.  I’d explain this to you, but you’re not worth it.  For you to NOT take advantage of someone’s weaknesses is not even comprehendible.


E:  People are secretive when they have secrets.  The essence of lying is in deception, not in words.  People always overdo the matter when they attempt deception.  Deception is everywhere within you.  I cannot be deceived, however.  It is factually and literally impossible for you or my love, Pete, to successfully hide anything from me.  I am blessed.  I am gifted.  I am loved and severely protected by the Universe.  You are ridiculous to me.  You are a joke.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Truths That Aren't Self-Evident




                                                      Sometimes doodles are tragic.
Sometimes what you suppress and bury is what sustains your life.
Sometimes mocking and speaking ill of what you bury that sustains your life starts to kill parts of you
Sometimes revealing very private information with ill-will rapes a loved soul
Sometimes bonding with another woman by demeaning and judging my serious struggles destroys me
Sometimes saying you'd maybe pick someone in fantasy land, "but this is reality" makes a brilliant first loser
Sometimes discussing reality with evident disappointment means you are merely dealing with the best you could get. And I'm not sure I'm even able to hang on to that for you.
Such an easy thing to click here to see [insert username from sex site here]. Such a destroyed life it leaves
The peacemakers, the angels, the sanitation department will take out all that trash 
Sometimes you are meant to suffocate on your trash, because those who hide in the shadows will not be recognized on trash day. 


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Sunday, May 25, 2014

"I survived...;" beyond and back full circle


"This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about." Thee Goddess Herself, Marilyn Monroe

You claimed a choice without genuine intentions
You judge my reflection without looking at your own
You expect from me without giving back the same
You want the whole* without all the parts**
You want the dividend without the investment
You want to start a new life without leaving the old
You want the happy ending without reading every page
You want to be in the light without working through the dark
You want to be with me without giving up what you maintain that makes my heart bleed
You want happiness without effort

You have always been the same.  
I have survived this turmoil to come around full-circle.
Here we are, at the beginning all over again.
Perhaps I shall learn my lesson.


*Whole: New life with a happy ending

**Parts: Emotional Investment, Genuine Respect, Compromise and it's sister, Sacrifice, Honesty, Communication, Dependability, Kind Understanding, Selflessness, Self-initiated Compassion/Concern, Verbal and Non-verbal Support, Acknowledgement of Relationship's Priority.

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Friday, May 9, 2014

Hey, you! Have a nice day...


Hello, my favorites!  It's been a while since I've posted a fresh blog with all the fun I've been having with my youtube versions of my posts.  Thank you, to the very talented and selfless Jason Roberston.  Plus, I just had someone egging me on to post something diabolical (to remain nameless to protect the innocent....James Libby...oops!).  Perhaps this isn't exactly diabolical, or even remotely edgy...KIDDING!  Here goes:

So, I've had this friend for about 20 years who recently accused me of being immature for sending her positive information about a loved one of mine via text message.  She didn't say I was immature because I sent the information in a text, just so you don't get confused, iseek.  She said I was immature for the content of the text.  I would quote it, but then I couldn't be elusive enough to deny this blog is about her.  Lol!  Like I care!  No, I won't quote it because the person I was referring to is too private, and my stalkers in Minot ND would be privy to information they don't deserve to know.  Cunt bitches!  Yeah, you!

Anway, I'm trying to reconcile how in the world this long-time, dear friend went from adoring me, partying with me, supporting me, encouraging me, and giving me her loyalty to claiming my sincere words of hope regarding the afore mentioned loved one were immature.  She even went so far as to claim the attempt to improve and be happy on his part would only "hurt (my) kids."  She said that twice during our brief, yet intense, text string. 

I was stunned, shocked, and taken off guard, which, trust me, NEVER happens to me.  And by NEVER, I mean two or three times, but they don't count.  Truly, I would never have expected that response from anyone I would choose to share that information with, let alone her.  After obsessing over it for about a week and a half, I've concluded that my vindictive behavior towards very specific, deserving, hateful people who will likely go to hell for feeding the animals has created a skepticism in others towards my sincerity.  I certainly have taken advantage of my Jedi Master skills, but, people, I am not one dimensional!  If the targets I've chosen are people you respect, and if the things I've done to them angers you...well, I hate to say it, but that makes you a horrible judge of character and not someone I would want to know anymore, anyway. 

I am not unjust.  You know me.  You've known me longer than most people in my life.  You know my level of ethics.  You know my values and my soul.  Think.  Think!  Would I ever, EVER do those things to anyone who didn't deserve it?  You need to be more calculating when jumping to conclusions about this entire affair.  The core of my spirit, who I AM, hasn't changed.  Come on!  You must realize there is misinformation and lies in your equation.  The result of your belief that what I said was immature and that the possible end result would hurt my children is absurd!  If you really, truly think about it, you know that's true.  You know me. 

Get right.  Get real.  Get bent.





Monday, April 28, 2014

Before I Became D.H. Debacle






Hello. I would like to extend my hand and officially introduce myself. I am Laurie, apprentice to the Queen of the DH. I am lost. I am no one. I am flailing and desperate. I am stubborn. I am wise despite my lack of focus or temperance. I am a seer. I am the beginning of nudity. I am the beginning of truth. I am the voice and face behind the words of unforgiving pain and endless heart break. I am human. I am vicious. I am vengeance without success.

My words...my tears...my devastated soul on paper...is truth.  Truth that my soul forced out through an explosion of grief and injustice. I am the seeker of validation. I am the revealer of what touches our souls. I am the discomfort that fills your heart. I am the force that makes you look at your own truth.

I am Laurie. I am an enigma. I am untouchable. I am better at this game of life than you. I am wicked. I am vindictive. But above all, I am unending pain. Above all, I am depression hiding in bed. I am insecure, but I am aware. I am afraid, but I am fully armed. I am lonely. I am broken. I am a seer. And you are transparent.

I'm pleased to meet you. I look forward to exposing the ease in which you justify destroying the hearts and dreams of beautiful souls. I am the admirer of DH. I am the foundation of her ability to provide your downfall. I am a spy. And you are perfectly ignorant. I thank you.

I look forward to stirring up shit you never knew I could. I look forward to betraying your trust. I am Laurie. I am untouchable. My collection of data of your despicable side? Plentiful. I no longer see you. You are invisible. You are your guilt. You are doomed to read yourself exposed. May you unravel as I have. I am Laurie, and my position is that of the power to shame you. And, that, I will.

 

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Bartender! Mix Me a "Construction Company and Family." Dirty, and On the Rocks


I'm looking forward to seeing you on the 10th and visiting about how things developed while he was here.  He is actually staying until tomorrow sometime, and the things he has shared about his perception of events combined with your story of how things developed is causing me pause to reflect and ask for your clarification.  If, indeed, my rendition is true, having family, the court, and the public on the exact same page regarding how he lost his partnership will be delightful.

We will be setting aside the drug addiction the time being; after all, I am just the crazy ex bitch who made it up to make him look bad anyway, right?   For the sake of focusing on the facts of how things progressed, I will summarize the probable series of events as if drug use did not have any bearing on the destruction of a family business, and a family.  That is what you insist is the truth, so I will let you have your truth.  Drugs are an excuse, it is a bullshit copout, and, I, likely, fabricated it all. 

So, this is what I understand from combining what you told me and what he's told me:

You observed a trend over the last year in his performance indicating he was disinterested and unfocused.  You felt his lack of focus and failing presence had cost the company money on more than one occasion.  This is a valid observation - I will explain Pete's experiences that brought him to the point that he DID become disinterested and unfocused - but that is a different blog, soon to be created.  You stated any good he had done was undone by his behavior in the last two months of his employ.  (Jesus, I'm glad two months of my life don't hold that much weight with my family!  They actually see my entire life as the trend to focus on.)  

You were informed that there was an issue with a specific job, and it was implied that he was either ignoring the issue or not giving it the credit or attention the customer felt it needed.  Important note: the customer was your best friend who had no credit in him caused by decades of you expressing to said friend what a disappointment he has been to you his entire life.  To quote you, as you spoke to him, "You have been a disappointment to me you're entire life!"  That sentiment was obvious to everyone around you, and he was treated by his peers and others accordingly.   

Though you stated to me that you did not want to get involved, you said you felt forced to because of being contacted repeatedly, and the because of the close friendship between you and the customer of this particular job.  Thus, you claimed to have gone to the job site, inspected the reported issue, and decided it was detrimental and irreparable. The past year's diminishing passion in him, the last two months of almost no ability to reach him on his phone and his extreme lack of time at the office, combined with this particular issue led you to this conclusion, "He has to go." 

You asked him to come to the office on a Sunday evening to try to get to the bottom of what was going on with the job.  During this meeting, (I'm assuming you were confrontational/angry/upset - as I don't know you are able to speak to him in any other manner.) Pete, out of natural human response to accusations and, yet, further displays of complete disappointment from his father, reacted with anger.  How shocking (*rolls eyes sarcastically). Aside from the conflicting relationship issues between the two of you that goes back to his childhood (he just never measured up to your expectations - you're a piece of shit, by the way), he also believed the issue with the job that broke the camels back was easily repairable, and that he had a decent handle on the situation.  Your best friend, perhaps, enjoys calling you to complain about the disappointment and black sheep of your family.  I'm sure it's a good laugh for you both. 

So, surprise, surprise!  He became furious.  From my experience as an employee, this is not the first time discussions with him led to a discussion of buying him out, him quitting, blah, blah, blah.  As his father, you continually took advantage of his defense mechanism of giving up when his frustration level gets high enough.  Amazing how genes work.  Ever comprehend that you have a tendency to behave similarly?  According to your story, it was a combination of your observations of a trend in his falling interest and participation, your belief that the job was not fixable, and his reaction that led you to a knee-jerk reaction to offer to buy his shares for $1 million. In other words, once again, son, you have failed me and I am rejecting you.

Throughout the angry exchange - which you are both very good at bringing out in one another - he confusedly concluded that you, a non-decision making, non-share holding nobody, and the two actual partners that have any say or shares had already met and decided to remove him as an owner and partner.  He started to fear and understand that this meeting was a actually a pre calculated first step to telling him he was being voted out. His mind was spinning and the thought that you met behind his back, you conspired to remove him, you developed a plan to try to offer a buy out to avoid the forced buy-out, and not his father or his brother has the decency to have an actual conversation with him about any of the concerns before-hand?  I dare say, his outrage, outbursts, accusations, and devastating pain which caused those reactions are not only valid, but you are all disgusting human beings for not even giving him the decency to admit it was wrong and apologize.

To be VERY CLEAR: The beginning of your son's downward spiral and the presumed irreparable damage done within your family began with his (now validated) belief you all chose to remove him without having the consideration of, first, treating him like a human being that obviously was in need of genuine concern, and, treating him, your own son, his brother's brother, worse than you would a stranger or a common laborer.  He is correct.  Neither you nor his brother would have ever treated anyone else in the world the way you treated and continue to treat him. 

The betrayal from the brother is, yet, another blog.  But I will say this, his brother spent three months in the depths of depression and prescription drugs, and he complained not once to the other managers/partners.  He actually spoke to his brother and expressed to him what was being observed and what needed to be done to fix it before the other managers started to become involved. And that favor was returned by his brother in a manner I can only explain in a very cruel, truthful blog that is soon to come.

And here's some shit!  Get this, readers, family of the dysfunction, former employees, friends and enemies to the black sheep son, did you know that his own father spoke these exact words to him at this meeting and buy out offer?: "You have been nothing but a disappointment to me your entire life." As well as, "You've never done anything positive to profit this company." As a former employee who held an integral position is seeing all aspects of the interpersonal relationships and the one who kept track of who managed which jobs, the fact is, he poured his life into that company...until...well, that's another blog I have mentioned already.  Here's some more awful shit for him to endure from his own mother!  In one of her visits to his home after the forced removal of him as a partner she tells him, "You never did anything to earn your money, anyway.  Easy come, easy go."  I wish I could express something here.  But I think you can all come to that emotion on your own.

Moving forward to the following day (Monday morning), he called his brother and informed him that you had met and offered to buy him out.  Brian's response was, "Well, will that floor work?" (Reference to the job I've mentioned, accusationally presented, and in a pretentious in tone, no doubt.)  Pete responded with "fuck you, blah, blah, blah." Brian responded with, "Well, we talked about it and decided to remove you as a partner."  This conversation clarified to Pete what he had suspected, and it solidified in him that his own family, his brother he believed to be his friend, his father he referred to happily as his buddy, had thought so little of him that he was not granted any type of real conversation about how and why things seemed to be deteriorating with his interest in his position at his own company.

Oddly enough, and apparently implied intentionally, what I understood from you during our once very appreciated and unbelievably enlightening conversation, is that your son had not actually been voted out, yet, and that voting him out had not even been seriously discussed.  You led me to understand that your offer to buy him out was a spur of the moment decision and an independent event from the forced buy out that you claim happened after your meeting with him.

Every communication between Pete and his brother from that point on was explosive, chaotic, and (in my opinion) ridiculously immature and extremely unprofessional.  The joys of working with family, I suppose.  His brother allowed him to continue to believe he had already been removed as a partner, and refused to give him any valid or solid reasons the why the decision was made or when it was made.  He told Pete that he, his own brother, was the one who told you, his own father, to offer to buy him out as a sympathy offer and a last ditch effort to avoid utilizing the partnership clause. 

Let us all take pause here.  The above events really happened to a human being by his own flesh and blood.  Just wait until you read the blog about how my love lost his focus and passion!  Paints an even prettier picture of this family and how they forge ahead with aggression and unforgiving judgments.  I'm beyond thankful that my dearest, my son's father, and my love did not commit suicide.  Or homicide for that matter!  What a bunch of fucking ASSHOLES!
 
As things progressed out of control and as the confusion over the entire matter increased, it was decided that the company would utilize the partnership forced-buyout clause to dissolve the matter, and then they had to scramble for valid reasons for his removal so that the partnership clause would be able to be utilized.  Though there is validity to the reasons they developed, none of those pieces of evidence were known until after he was removed.  Therefore, their entire case against him is a fabricated reality of why he was truly voted out.

My love wasn't even given the cause of his removal for three months.  It took the partners that long to come up with a solid enough lie to move forward with the clause that does not allow my love his entitled buy out - the actual value of his shares. I am not saying the events they are attempting to utilize are untrue, and I am not saying that the reasons do not justify him being removed as a partner. I am saying that that is not what really happened, which makes it a lie, which makes it wrong.  From the mouth of his own mother, "Well, no one was even sure that there was a drug problem involved!"  Nice.  Way to validate what a piece of shit your entire family is.

You have stated that you are not part of the arbitration proceedings, and are unaware of any of the legalities or offers, or any of the true and actual communications between your sons who were once friends and business partners.  I will as my readers to come to their own conclusion on the validity or truth to that.

After the reality of how the removal of my dear friend and lover from his own company actually occurred is able to be spelled out accurately from all parties truthfully...well...let's be real.  You mother fucking arrogant pieces of shit will never ever admit that what you've done is the most horrible thing you could have possibly done to your own son/brother.  

Saturday, April 26, 2014

My Name Is Debacle



Hello, my friends.  Hello, my haters. Hello, my admirers. Hello, you fuck.  Hello, you cunt.  There, now that I've covered all of my readers, I'd like to introduce myself.  I am Debacle.  I am the voice and face to the words you love, the words you resent, the words that touch you, that words that cause you pain, the words that show your shame.  I am The Queen of DH.  I am naked.  I am truth.

I see to your core.  I see to the soul of things.  I force the white elephant to shit in your soup.  I can't be deceived.  I can't be manipulated.  I am strength.  I am justice to the misjudged.  I am misjudged.  I am magic.  I am naked.  I am truth.

My story...my words...my blood on paper...is.  Misperceptions cannot penetrate what is. What is cannot be infected with the virus of rumor.  Your thoughts are meaningless.  Your emotions don't carry weight.  For I am the Queen.  I am the misjudged validating that, not only are you misinformed, but also that you are unethical, immoral, and weak.  You are weakness.  You are hidden.  You are a zombie.  You are a lie.

I am pleased to meet you.  I look forward to exposing you.  I am crafty, clever, tricky, underhanded, and cruel.  I am Karma.  And you will soon understand that My Naked Truth doesn't care about your reputation.  My Naked Truth cares only about what is. 

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Monday, April 14, 2014

Party Like a Rock Star, Lose Everything Like an Addict


"Every addiction arises from an unconscious refusal to face and move through your own pain. Every addiction starts with pain and ends with pain. Whatever the substance you are addicted to - alcohol, food, legal or illegal drugs, or a person - you are using something or somebody to cover up your pain." Eckert Toll


Failure 1. While you used meth to to cover up the pain in your life you refused to face, I used my love and obsession for you to cover up the pain I refused to face in my own life.  The more dependent you became on your addiction to meth, the more dependent I became on any type of affection or attention you would allow me.  The deeper your addiction, the less attention you gave, and the more attention I craved.  I became needy and desperate, pushing you away and into your addiction further never knowing you even had an addiction.

Failure 2. Your complete lack of interest in me and the children, and the growing resentment you displayed towards us destroyed me.  I loved you so much.  I loved you entirely.  You became a stranger.  You became hateful and judgmental.  You began to treat us as an inconvenience and left me alone, abandoned, in my own home.  You ceased sharing our bed.  You became beyond distant and appeared to find our presence to be disgusting.  These are all typical and clear signs of a meth addiction, however, I was naive and convinced I was ugly and that I disgusted you.  I then turned to alcohol to avoid the pain of all thatl  I became lost in depression and despair and complete devestation that I had lost the man who love me once.  

Failure 3. As your distance and apparent hatred of having us in your home and your life became stronger and agonizing to hangle, I chose to give you back your engagement ring.  I was determined that you did not deserve to be my husband.  No man who could come to treat me so terribly would be given the honor of my hand in marriage.  I was naive enought to believe we could still attempt to maintain a live in relationship despite ending the engagement.

Failure 4. I discovered you had befriended a prosititue a month prior to this ending of the engagment while you were at a work convention.  You maintained a texting relationship with her and even sent her money.  I moved out the next day destroyed, vengeful, and plotting your demise.  Your meth induced thought processes and meth induced logic made your excuse so valid to you, that you refused to acknowledge it's absurdity.  "All I did was turn a prostitute into a drug dealer while I was in Vegas.  Then she was trying to con me.  I never actually sent her money, and I didn't even like to talk to her."  Not only did I not buy it, but I wanted to commit homocide,  Hate was planted and sprouted out of control.

Failure 5.  To be continued...because shit gets much much deeper as things progress before the reality of his drug addiction finally comes to light.  I just had to get something started tonight.  




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Saturday, April 5, 2014

It Begins Like A Daydream...



"Knowing someone is trying to deceive.
Feeling the energy of the truth through falsely spoken words.
Hearing the schemes and scoffs and plots over hundreds of miles.
A clear mind...
Renders a voice silent, a soul tortured, a woman alone." - original D.H. Debacle

Here's a moment in the mind of the debacle that is me. But a glimpse of how I "hear" the universe:

He fidgeted on the sofa sectional as he anticipated my response. His heartbeat became irregular, and his blood pressure began to steadily rise with his levels of discomfort and uncertainty. He looked at me with his head cast down and to the side, and a wave of desperate hope pulsed from his mind as his eyes met my steady gaze, Please let her be buying this.

Time warped and the reverberations from his thought slowed, becoming suspended in the space between us. I wished to push the sensation aside, the trick of slowed time and motion giving his mental vibrations an almost physical presence.  As the waves slowly passed through me, his face reddened and his legs began to bounce with nervous energy betraying his already fractured facade of confidence.

The thrill that coursed through my being from the energy of the pulse ignited the playful bitch in me, and I happily fed the approaching inferno...

But a glimpse...

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Whose Huge Anus? Probably Bobby Rosa's



(Dear faithful reader: please cover your eyes.)

What quote with which to begin this masterpiece of blog?  Admittedly, the title will likely attract a satisfactory number of readers.  Yes, so I convince myself to fuck the quote, today; fuck the meaningful picture, too.  Oh, and fuck you, too, by the way!  Yep, it's one of THOSE blogs bitches.

As you may or may not know - said Captain Obvious - I plunged into the abyss of the social media cesspool as a result of being a psychotic ex cyber stalker (a very, very good one).  How I became emerged into the land that is Google Plus (freak deaky, bat shit crazy, inbred, GORGEOUS land) was a result of starting this beating, bleeding heartache of a blog.  Just as my blog has evolved, and just as it has developed with a natural rhythm into it's current state of existence, so has my g plus "personality." 

Why my google plus person was created, who she was, who she became, and who she has yet to become never had and never will have a premeditated outcome or purpose.  The "why" of her existence bobbed and weaved with the tides of my depression and the stormy waves of my loneliness and fear.  She traversed the google plus waters of glorious diversity, tragic atrocities, sexy mother fucking dark humor, and unexpected friendships while I numbed my mind to the painful truths of my never-ending, nauseating, get-the-fuck-over-it-already-whiney-bitch heart break.  We make music, she and I.  The rhythm lulls reality to a sweet slumber.  The sounds drift along the g plus surface waters as we glide along together filling us both with a semblance of happiness and pleasure.  The perfect drug.  (This excludes actual drugs, of course.  Google plus ain't no coke!)

Along our journey, and between unwelcome snaps into real life and obsessive need to be plugged in to the plus, Debacle and I fell in love with a circle she centered around another obsession - the one who introduced her to the g plus world of alter egos on top of alter egos on top of alter egos.  A whole new world of holy-shit-this-is-fucking-cool-as-hell social play exploded before us and we were sunk.  I lived, ate, and breathed that shit!  Constantly watching, constantly learning, constantly curious as fuck and excited as hell!  Debacle adapted with lightening swiftness to follow the flow of personalities and communities and relevant threads.  And, whoa, did she get hot over all that deviance and freedom and sense of anonymity (sorry mom, sorry dad, but don't google your daughter...seriously!).  Together, still making music, happy, aroused, and calculatingly clever, we were embraced and enjoyed by the circle of deviance we most enjoyed.  It was like hot sex without the herpes (sorry, Chas M, didn't mean to call you out).

We laughed and posted and commented and plussed and laughed some more!  These amazing creatures were clever!  They were fucking hilarious!  They were open - unless you were jewish, a sand nigger, a nigger, a child rapist, or smarter than them.  But we'll just bypass that last smudge.  The more shocking the humor, the more satisfying and FUN our time on the plus would be.  I will not be able to defend nor explain the bond of filth and satire and in-your-face reality checks that engulfed the people in my family circle.  That is for another blog entirely.  And that one will be just for me.  I'll probably masturbate to it.  (that was just for you my g plus lovelies)

The deeper Debacle and I delved into the core of the community we preferred most, the closer knit "relationships" became.  Soon, the alter ego of an alter ego was clear, and the comedic level of it all just increased that much more into practical hysterics!  It was unexplainable, the high it gave me and the energy it provided Debacle to fulfill her chosen role in the fold was orgasmic! (this excludes actual orgasms.  G plus ain't no fantasy rape scene!  Oh, wait....no, it is! Anyway...)  Then a naughty, sexy, delightful idea developed in my evil, twisted, beautiful mind.  I would create an alter ego and I would bring him/her (nonspecific sex profile) into the circle!  It was brilliant and, to quote Libby after I spilled the beans, "EPIC EPIC FUCKING EPIC!"  I just knew they would fucking love it when they found out I'd snuck in an alter ego without detection.  Oh, how much fun it was going to be!

Are you sensing things aren't going to end well?  This is whyshitsucksass.blogspot.com afterall.  Them mother fucking egomaniacs got pissed as shit when they found out.  They blocked me and left me as if I were never there.  Naked (they wish), cold (hearted and plotting still), and shunned.  All for what?  Because I outsmarted them?  That's what gave them their jollies every day - thinking they were outsmarting people.  That is what we all (the core of us, not the all of us) got off on - showing off our brilliance and cunning and god damn amazing senses of humor.  They should have been in awe (nothing wrong with my ego here!).  They should have been proud (no daddy issues here!).  But, alas, nothing but a big fuck you. 

So, now Debacle and I are left without the g plus purpose that had developed and anchored us where we were comfortable, happy; where we belonged and thrived; where we could finally smile again.  I can't reinvent myself because my blog means the world to me (sentimental reasons for my dear, sweet, amazing, genius friend, Natasha Davies).  I can't help but understand the role my blog had in the development of my circles and in the others who circled me.  Debacle may have been evicted from her home there, and I may actually have to sit back and consider what to do with my real life before moving forward in the plus, but I'm certain however things turn out, this blog will continue to steer our little brown raft as we go.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily....life is but a dream.


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