Why do you tease me with a torturer’s delight?
Why must I fight you just over power of sight?
The lidless coffin I am forced to rouse from,
is both solace and prison where you are my warden.
Clear minded or be-dazed you still maintain,
causing inner conflict which I am forced to restrain.
You laugh at my good times rare they may be,
in my bad times of many you twist my sanity.
I know you, I love you, I hate you and I need you.
You my Agony
You are my core, my enemy and my confidant.
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I found this blog a little while ago and found it to be a real warm breeze on an otherwise cold and lifeless existence and though I would if you’ll allow bring the same light and warmth to those who think of me as a friend or just those who think I am Weird (YES I AM LOOKING AT YOU)
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The Importance of Gourdcrafting
There was a maidservant who had cleverly trained a donkey
to perform the services of a man.
From a gourd, she had carved a flanged device
to fit on the donkey’s penis,
to keep him from going too far into her.
She had fashioned it just to the point of her pleasure,
and she greatly enjoyed the arrangement, as often as she could!
She thrived, but the donkey was getting a little thin and tired looking.
The mistress began to investigate.
One day she peeked through a crack in the door
and saw the animal’s marvelous member
and the delight of the girl
stretched under the donkey.
She said nothing. Later, she knocked on the door
and called the maid out on an errand,
a long and complicated errand. I won’t go into details.
The servant knew what was happening, though.
“Ah, my mistress,” she thought to herself, “you should not send away the expert.”
“When you begin to work without full knowledge, you risk your life.
Your shame keeps you from asking me about the gourd,
but you must have that to join with this donkey.
There’s a trick you don’t know!”
But the woman was too fascinated with her idea to consider any danger.
She led the donkey in and closed the door, thinking,
“With no one around I can shout in my pleasure.”
She was dizzy with anticipation, her vagina glowing
and singing like a nightingale.
She arranged the chair under the donkey, as she had seen the girl do.
She raised her legs and pulled him into her.
Her fire kindled more, and the donkey politely pushed as she urged him to,
pushed through and into her intestines,
and, without a word, she died.
The chair fell one way,
and she the other.
The room was smeared with blood.
Reader,
have you ever seen anyone martyred for a donkey?
Remember what the Qur’an says about the torment of disgracing yourself.
Don’t sacrifice your life to your animal-soul!
If you die of what that leads you to do, you are just like this woman on the floor.
She is an image of immoderation.
Remember her, and keep your balance.
The maidservant returns and says,
“Yes, you saw my pleasure,
but you didn’t see the gourd that put a limit on it.
You opened your shop before a master taught you the craft.”
~Rumi
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Me Losing my mind and a little humanity playing one of the best games ever made.
