I’m returning back to Blogger and creating a separate site for Sex Wednesdays. I’m not sure what that’ll be, but I’ll be sure to post it up when the time comes. In the meantime, visit me at http://www.ennuiprayer.blogspot.com
I swear, some people are fucked up. But I do like to be known as the porn guru, just for namesake.
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I hit 3000 views…which makes Sex Wednesdays my best days to post.
I’ve been awakened. Someone higher than me has called out my name, telling me that my life, this life that I led with so much pride, is sinful and wrong. Never before have I felt such warmth in my body as I lifted my head off the pillow and stared at the void in my life. All this time I’ve been filling up that hole with sex, drugs and several other things. I’ve ignored it. I put out so others would accept me. I’ve been blinded by the sins of the flesh, these little pleasures that keep me grounded on earth.
No more! I denounce it! I will no longer be a slave to my mind. I will no longer be the devil’s tool. I will only practice the righteousness of God, my savior, His son. No longer will I fill the void with material things, sinful things, destructive things, instead I’ll let Jesus fill every void of my body with his strength and love.
I will kneel before the altar and offer myself to Christ, my savior. I will place God between my lips until the pleasure of this world fills me and pours out my body like a fountain.
I will use this blog, no longer for the sinful uses I have done up to now, and use it as a soap box to preach to those of you who have lost their way. I have been saved! I am a solider of Christ, a messenger of God. Those who heed me will follow me into the divining justice of God.
I ask God to forgive me of my sins. To release me of this sinful body so that I may ascend into Heaven, His home, His Kingdom.
I ask you all to follow me so that we may face the persecution together and spread the Word of God throughout the world.
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To bad it’s April Fool’s, hu?
I just am, all right?
At last, I get a search engine term that doesn’t chill my spine. Here, take a look:
Because much traffic has been sent my way (hell, one search engine term is too much) with disgusting terms that I won’t repeat again, but you can find them here and here
And because of this, I’m now going to advocate the Anti-Child Porn organization whenever need be.
I was reading last night a lot of the useless stuff that the online world has to offer. That’s when I stumbled upon - and I mean, really just came across this and I didn’t use Stumble! - sexysexysexxx, a person right up my alley.
Here’s an excerpt from her LiveJournal blog:
BMX1R: hi asl
sexysexysexxx: hi sexxy
sexysexysexxx: 15 f hx
BMX1R: 16/m
BMX1R: r u hot and horny
sexysexysexxx: yea baby are u?
BMX1R: very
BMX1R: wanna talk on the phone with me for a few mins.
sexysexysexxx: I believe that phones are a tool of the devil
BMX1R: lol
BMX1R: do u wanna?
sexysexysexxx: Do I want to be a tool of the devil?
sexysexysexxx: No thanks. I’ll stick with the forces of good.
BMX1R: do u wanna talk on the phone with me? we can be naughty
sexysexysexxx: And play right into Satan’s hands? I don’t think so!
BMX1R: can we just do it plz
sexysexysexxx: Every time you use a phone, Satan steals exactly ten minutes off your lifeline.
sexysexysexxx: Do you know how long people spend talking on the phone?
sexysexysexxx: Literally HOURS.
BMX1R: if u dont talk on the phone with a stranger u are def not horny lol
sexysexysexxx: no baby I’m horny
sexysexysexxx: I’m so horny I need someone sexxy to satisfy my urges(read the rest here)
As a guy, I sorta feel sorry for these guys, but as a person of conscious, I think that a lot of the creeps who try to have cyber with her are creeps, mostly because she poses, normally, as an underage kid and they continue to hit on her.
Now I’ve done the same thing in the past with the my alias Tiffany, who was later killed off by Jackie-boy, some dick from Chicago. What joy did I get from disguising as a woman online? Well, none, actually, but most of you guys are sick and have twisted fantasies. Whenever a prank needed to be had, or whenever a friend was having troubles with a creepy guy, Tiffany came out. It wasn’t until the end of 2006 when Tiffany was finally put to rest as a transsexual who winds up killing herself because Jackie-boy was just that annoying.
So cybers beware, Sexysexysexxx is out there, lurking, waiting to pounce you with gabber that has nothing to do with sex.
Oh, also, Chris Hansen’s somewhere there lurking as well.
I’m not the only one going on about the Akismet problem, so if you’re going through it, you know it’s hindering comment posting. So if you posted a comment dealing with the last post, or any post for that matter, and you don’t see it, it’s not because I hate you and think you’re stupid. It’s because Akismet hates you and thinks you’re stupid. So ignore the original post, and just send all queries to me at dfwpoetry at gmail dot com.
Now on with the sex posts….
Read it here…
I didn’t want to be pulled out of my dream. I can’t remember what I was dreaming, or if it was a good one or a bad one, but I do know I didn’t want for it to end when a close friend of mine, let’s call her The Professor, called me late this morning. She called to inform me that Blane - not his real name - had canceled on her. They were going out as friends later on, but something got in the way. I don’t want to give too many clues out here because this is the internet and it isn’t private or safe. Which is why I refuse to give out names. Anyway, the situation on Friday left her with smiles - I couldn’t tell, really, because it was a phone call and I didn’t see her face, but her voice sounded happier than ever. I suppose things happen for a reason, but what reason this is, I don’t know. I don’t have faith, nor do I believe in a destiny (well, not one that’s out of your hands), but some things just have to happen in order for you to grow and learn in this life. Why? I don’t know, go consult your beliefs.
After her phone call, which I didn’t answer because I was in the midst of a dream I can no longer recall, I buried my head beneath my pillow. As some of you remember, if you read my last blog, I have sleeping issues. I’ve had them for quite some time, but not as long as Briggie (read the comments section of that blog) has had them. By the way, just as a side not, I really love the advice dished out.
I have no religion. This is my personal choice because I was raised Catholic, and being Catholic, I wound up being depressed 50% of my childhood. I was going to hell for killing a mosquito, so said my CCD teacher. I also didn’t really like the fact that most of the mass, we seemed to glorifying - gorifying? - the death of Christ. The other 50% was spent ogling the Catholic girls. And would it make sense if I said that 10% of that 100% of depression and horn dogging in church, I was a blasphemer? However, what Briggie advised did make sense. Prayer or meditation, and…um…god(?) knows I am capable of both. Because I am agnostic and seeking a way of life that works for me, I have studied most of the religions that the media covers. However, I’m also interested in the ones that are unknown by the “civil” man. Meditation, couple with the Yoga stint, might actually be the best route for me to go. And it’s also, I’ve heard, relaxing.
Anyway, I was hoping that my typing this blog would jog my memory about my dream. Alas, that isn’t so. I’ll continue on about a guy who decided to get in an online fight with me late last night because of this video. I like Nirvana just as much as the next person, but Emilie Simon took the song and made it her own, something very few musicians can do when they cover a famous track by a famous band.
The feud, as I like to call it, started when I said that I can’t stand how people don’t believe that Kurt Cobain took that shot gun and blew his brains out. I love Nirvana. I’ve been a great fan, sadly, after the legendary singer had already offed himself. But there are the crazy people, people my age and younger, who are so into the zeitgeist of He was murdered, not suicidal that they are blinded by the evidence that is presented for them. Conspiracy theorists can’t be trusted. When has any of their hackney ideas been true? The person’s argument was fueled by the “evidence” presented on a “well-documented” website. While the evidence may be there, the truth of the matter is, Kurt Cobain had been depressed, a drug abuser, and suicide was the only way. The next you know, they’ll want to say Mary Hemingway was the reason Ernest Hemingway was killed–”Twas not suicide, twas murder!” However, I’m giving these guys too much credit. Most of them sit around never hearing of Hemingway because they have their heads too up in their asses to read a book, let alone actual literature. But here is a “well-documented” website that proves that Cobain’s lyrics were messages from the Devil, and that Kurt Cobain, amongst other great Rock legends, were spawns of Satan and little antichrists to spew the dark lords gospel. Excreta Divine! EnnuiPrayer’s debunked the Internet. I’m sure I’m going to get a lot of hate mail with this one from emo-aged kids who “get Kurt” and “I was there, man” morons who have to tangle with me. And let it be, but I just say, as Jesus Christ said, let the dead be dead and get on with your life. I predict in ten years, Heath Ledger will be murdered, rather than a simple explanation of death.
I guess that dream, whatever it was, isn’t meant to be remembered. But I leave you with this:
One believes that he may eat all things, but he who is weak eats vegetables–Romans 14:2
But the Spirit says expressly that in later times some will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving spirits and teachings of demons By means of hypocrisy of men who speak likes, of men who are branded in their own conscience as with a hot iron, Who forbid marriage and command abstaining from foods, which God has created to be partaken of with thanksgiving by those who believe and have full knowledge of the truth. For every creature of God is good, and nothing is to be rejected if receiving with thanksgiving. –1 Timothy 4:1-4
In other words, Christian Vegans and Vegetarians are an oxymoron, but I think Jesus says it best in the picture.
Of course you know, I just say in this jest. But anger will pursue me. Unless, you have a mind and a sense of humor.
I’m a sucker for exposing a scam. I look them up on the blogs and report them to whoever runs them. I couldn’t help but to open a blog that promised free porn. I wasn’t there for the free porn, but there to see if it was an ActiveX Object. Rather than being a legit player, it only gets to download a virus, normally spyware. Now while there is such a thing as ActiveX, don’t be fooled by the name.
I know, a lot of you aren’t naive enough to believe something like Free Porn, but some of you might be. So here’s a warning: Carmen Kontur Gronquist doesn’t have a sexy video. Don’t even bother clicking on the line, okay?
Oh, and if it sounds too good to be true, then it probably is. All things come with a price. Etc. Etc.
