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Original post: durki

[QUOTE=Darkwater;288618]You'd do ok on a building site Durki.You get to walk about showing half your arse,whistling at all the birds walking by,shouting"hey babe any chance of a pint of milk"to the girls with big feeders.Telling dirty stories n'stuff.

Cheeky young apprentices to bully,though they get you back by shitting in the teapot,pissing in your juice bottle.

I have to get all this stuff out of my system before my next temple.

Cheers

Andy[/QUOTE]

A person is not to be degraded simply because he is revealing his murky past.
Darkwater, consider yourself lucky that I was not your neighbour otherwise I would have exploited to the hilt your vulnerability making you end up as one of my victims.

Original post: Anathema_Oracle

This is the most poetic thread ever! It needs to be compiled into a sordid book.

Original post: Darkwater

Durki,


I'd never be out of your house for the parties.

The midnight bus service in Glasgow is like something you describe,though there is the definite risk of jail.

You think I mock you?why?

cheers

Andy

Original post: Kath_

confession... i'm about to go have god-sex.

(my variant involves no leezards, usually)

Kath

Original post: Emperor Time

God-Sex, really?

Original post: Kath_

fo shizzle

twas uber

Original post: hitman777

I talk too much when I'm drunk.
I once made a 2 dollar bet over whether some chick at a former workplace would have a miscarriage. Hocus pocus, I won two dollars that week.
I get cranky when I'm hungry, and have interfered in the romantic relationships of others, sometimes ruining them, for cigarettes and beer.


hitman

Original post: Eretik

Fuck. I have just been through something really hard. I had to explain to my kids how hard it can be to be the 'leader. 'How when you are the one to make the decisions and choices,even though they are unpopular and the kids hate you for it, it is the job of a parent to prepare the kids for real life as adults.To take the knocks ,to be tough, to handle things, as I did.I had to talk , tonight ,about stuff I'd rather not remember.My daughters told me how they felt when I was covered in blood - after another beating by my violent partner - the attempted murder one,. Fuck that was hard. How I signed myself out of hospital,so they wouldn't go to foster care ,even thougfh I had multiple serious injuries - I had to explain how that was important - to get them to safety, in my care -beyond my own needs - fuck. I never ever expected to have to do this.I had to listen to my kids talk about how they wanted to hold and protect me-about how they felt when they saw me ,blood stained and weakened,struggling and weak.Fuck , fuck , .fuck,....I can't do this anymore.I thought talking would lessen it ...I was wrong.

This is the closest I get to confession.Enjoy.

Original post: Darkwater

Just stick a knife in him as he sleeps,no Jury in the world would convict you.Or whack him with a cast iron frying pan or something?everyone has to sleep,did you never remind him of this?

Go in peace,my daughter......*raises two fingers to make sign of the horns*

Original post: Solerus Silver

my adivce would be totorture him a bit before killing him, and i take my hat off to you mistress Eretik,

::takes hat off and bows::

Original post: sami999x

Oh yeah!!!. Now you're my style, andy.

Tell me about it, old bud. That's what my dad and my grandfather kept doing all their lives. They were like Tom and Jerry. Heck, they just wanted the other one to realize that they were just being their own man. My gramps was in the British army during WWII. And my dad was just a civil engineer. And they both kept going Bohoo at each other for no reason. They were idiots. My grandfather treated my dad like shit since he was born and lost his mom. My gramps was a man-slut who got married again, got a divorce, and then married my current (step) grandma. Except he divorced his second wife because she was treating his kids like shit the same way he did. And he didn't want anybody but himself to treat my dad and uncles like shit, and some of them did treated him the same way. Now my dad is in his 50s. My gramdfather is dead. And me and my mom watch my dad cry like a big baby (at 51) sometimes when he remembers his dad. But the weird thing is, my dad has the natural tendency to have lucid dreams. I don't have that much talent in dreams even after all the chakra work. And he sees my grandfather in his dreams going all Obi-Wan and telling him about stuff related to his future. Weirdest thing in my family. Except my dad is still always questioning it when I work with stuff he's biased against (i.e. demons). My grandfather was an Islamic mystic. But he was the only Islamic mystic I know who also practiced Hindu stuff. And my gramps was a total adulterous man-slut for both Indian and Western standards. My dad, on the other hand, was a nerd who didn't go out with too many girls. But they both liked me the same though. And both treated me like shit sometimes to prove it. I mean, heck at least one of them could stop being all Tom and Jerry on me.

And that's a confession. Dad's suck. Mom and grandmas on the other hand, are the best there is. Only the ladies always kept my family together.

Original post: Emperor Time

I confess that I don't know how to swim or ride a bicycle.

Original post: Solerus Silver

oh well this seems an alright thread, well i will confess then, when i was ten i had a little kitty, i lost it in the streets of cairo and then saw some kids playing with it then kill it and drown it, i was scared because they were too many, and i never went back to find her body.

Original post: Emperor Time

That terrible but you should get revenge on them though. :evil:

Original post: sami999x

[QUOTE=Solerus Silver;290104]oh well this seems an alright thread, well i will confess then, when i was ten i had a little kitty, i lost it in the streets of cairo and then saw some kids playing with it then kill it and drown it, i was scared because they were too many, and i never went back to find her body.[/QUOTE]

I sympathise for you, little bro. *super mega hug*

Yup. I agree with ET. If anybody attacks me, then that's fine. But since I was a kid, my pets were more important to me that my own self. I had small birds, chickens, pigeons, and kittens. They all eventually died. Except I would KILL any ****er that messes with one of my cats or birds. Even now.

Cursing? Punching? Dependent fully on the situation. I encourage both for your spiritual development. Holding back will only block your spiritual development. And then you won't learn new stuff.

Original post: Serafan

If you want to kill someone grow some belladonna and stick it in their drink >.>
I watched that off a movie, wonder if it works....

Original post: leanderle

Belladonna would be recognised fairly quickly by a toxicologist. It's an alkaloid so would turn up in the blood.

Original post: BeautifulEvil

1. I'm a solipsist, and I don't believe any of you people exist. You are all aspects of myself being externalized by my mind.

2. I once electrocuted my brothers fish with a device I made. The device created 1 inch sparks about 5 times each second. I didn't think it would kill the fish, but you know - I think I did.

3. I worked for my school as a technician and stole a few computers. Wrote a few malicious worms, but never released them.

4. After a horrible breakup I attempted suicide, but I was just too chicken to continue.

5. I dream of world domination and then destruction. If I ever had the chance to carry this out, I would definitely try.

6. I cursed my cousin once, and a few weeks later he broke his arm. (I didn't use any ceremony to curse him, just thought)

7. I cursed my uncle once, and then the next day he was in a really bad wreck (car flipped a few times). Almost lost his hand, and had to have surgery to repair it. He kept his hand, but he still has problems moving it. (I didn't use any ceremony to curse him, just thought)

8. A few years ago I worked a ceremony trying to summon a large asteroid to hit the earth.

9. I hate my father, and I wish he were dead.

Meh, apparently I have a lot of hate built up inside. I could probably continue these confessions indefinitely. I've done many bad things I regret now, but these are just a few I could recall.

Original post: Anathema_Oracle

Meh, apparently I have a lot of hate built up inside. I could probably continue these confessions indefinitely. I've done many bad things I regret now, but these are just a few I could recall.

Confessions are usually used for the purpose of contrition and catharsis. To admit wrongdoing and as a way of cleansing your soul by the act.

Do you feel clean and unburdened? If not, please do continue....

Original post: BeautifulEvil

Do you feel clean and unburdened? If not, please do continue....

Hmm, I guess I feel a little "clean" but I have a hard head when it comes to this. There's a little voice in the back of my head that tells me that when I confess these things, nothing changes. So what if I say I've done bad things? So what if I say I'm a bad person? Will telling my darkest secrets to others really help me?

These are things I doubt. Somehow I don't believe anything happens. Somehow I think it's all placebo.

My mind is getting the better part of me on this issue. What is the mechanism behind confessions?

Is it the release of psychic energy from the blockage? Is it the acceptance, rather than persecution?

I'm sure the issue of confessions has its basis in psychology. Though, at this point, I consider all I read, and doubt a good deal of it. I only believe in what I've found to be true in my own relation to personal experience and knowledge.

Maybe this is the wrong way to go about it.

The life of a dedicated solipsist is very lonely, and what I want at this point is dissolution of all. Everything else must fall before I fall.

These are weird words & sayings, and I'm surprised I've actually said this much; how strange!

Original post: Solerus Silver

thanks masters sami and emperor time, i did shoot random spells on the astral by the thought of what they did only not their faces or names, i never knew if it really worked, i hope it does.

Original post: Eretik

What is the mechanism behind confessions?
That is a subjective question, you will get different perspectives. For me,it was cathartic, what I wrote in my last post.I dithered whether to post it or not. I am worried about my kids and the after effects of what happened.They hid a lot from me, they didn't know how to talk about it,I suppose.I am glad they have now,it needs to be put to rest.Honest discussion and explanation, but it 's scary for me - I hate thinking that the past is still affecting them so much - that may be my fault as I was all tough and unemotional in dealing with it all, I had to do that, at the time,but maybe I should have had this talk with them before now........It can be good to 'get something off your chest' and'clear the air'.Thanks for the kind words guys.But,I got him, good. 7 years later he is a skinny,weakened,homeless junkie, he has lost so much weight he is barely recognisable,with stinky unwashed clothes and a vacant look in the eyes.He sells the big issue mag.in town centre. He sees me and he runs away. He is dieing by degree, looks like he may be Hep.C too. Skiin and eyes say a lot about that.Confession is nothing without reparation and atonement, which is something I need to sort with the kids, so they can move forward without this haunting them .. yes I'd like to kill him and watch him suffer,right now,though - his abject poverty and suffering will do

Original post: sami999x

Geri, you're a beautiful soul, dear.

Any loser that messes with you should be infected with pestilence, mutilated in war, spend months without food, and die like an unnoticed stray dog on the streets.

I'm not serious .... or am I....? :evil:

That's how I feel. And that's a confession.

*1000 hugs to you, my friend*

(please don't take me for an immature kid. I just like playing the immature kid and sending hugs. )

Original post: sami999x

here's another confession I should make

- when I was around 16, I sold my soul to Satan
- When I was around 17, I sold my soul to God
- When I was around 18, I sold my soul to Justice
- When I was about 19, I sold my soul to my patron Goddess

So, Judging from all the selling, without any buy-backs, I would say anybody except my Patron Goddess was a sore loser.

I should create a paypal website. Anybody that wants to buy my soul can pay me 5 bucks. Don't ask me how I will buy it back before selling it again. :evil:

Original post: Dreamshards8

1. I've made out with a girl in the closet in the back of a baptist church. I was pretty young (and not gay.)

2. Sometimes i dive into my daydreams, or cling onto them so deeply that i will spend countless hours walking around the house talking to someone who isn't there. It isn't the same as talking to maybe an entitie or a spirit guide, it's just make believe that i begin to think is real.

3. As young kids, me and my brother went through a stage of stealing mail out of the neighbors mailboxes. We pushed a pumpkin off the top of one. One day we found a package that had lice shampoo in it.

4. Then there was a couple of "houses" that weren't too approperiate.