Re: ::: East-West of the Border :::

On Jan 30, 2:52�pm, "Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D."
<brotherblu...@hotmail.com> wrote:

::: East-West of the Border :::


[Lots of snippage except the Relevant Mad@Robin Rantage]

... I got rid of Robin last
night ... well, actually, I started the fatal argument early in the
mourning of the day the humanoids generally refer to as Thursday (like
Thor's Day but *NOT* at ALL like Thor-a-Zine) and she ended up calling
me last night on the cell *I* got her from someone ELSE'S place and
calling me a "chump" then passing the phone off to some a**hole who
said, "Hay, Blue, I'm licking the SH*T out of your bitches' p*ssy
right now" so I just said, "F*ck off, c*nt!" and hung up the phone
then got all of her stuff into a big cardborde box -- like all her
clothes and books and paperworks and medications (including her
precious Dilantin anti-seizure meds) and dragged the box down the
stairs and outside (they've nailed the screans onto the windowsills
hear as I have 4 almost floor to ceiling windows (with a 14' high
ceiling!) [two of wiche look out over 5th St. and the other two of
witch look out over G-Spot ((oops! �I mean, G Street!))] and just
walked out into the middle of all the early night (about 9:00pm
Pacific Standard Daylight Savings Time Zone time) traffic with people
slamming on their brakes and honking their horns and stuff and I held
up the big box and proceeded to dump it all out onto the middle of the
intersection of 5th & G as I walked in a big circle through the
intersection really slow, making all the cars stay there and watch and
keep honking their horns and stuff, then when the box was empty I just
tossed it onto the hood of some blue colored cab with some towel-head
cab-driver behind the wheel and threw up both arms with the middle
fingers of both hands fully extended and said rilly loude, "F*CK YOU,
ROBIN!" and that was the end of it.


Well, we got back together "foe a minnit" and had a good bit of red-
hot "make-up sex."

    [cf:
    > I mean, don't get me wrong here, she's really a pretty red-hot
f*ck
    > and her oral skills are phenomenally impressive but she's a
Scorpio
    > beeotch born year of the Dragon(!).
    ]

Damn, there is SOMETHING about that woman that SERIOUSLY flips my
switch!  Sometimes just holding on tight to her head with both hands
as she's got her legs and arms all wrapped around me and her lips
latched on to my neck so I feel/call/think/bauebfoian she's that
sweet, hot, li'l slut-tart / cave-man monkey-love parasite f*ck-unit
and I'm some kind of Barbarous Pirate just PILLAGING the h*ll out of
that sweet little sn*tch I love to lick and suck on so much as I'm
just SLAMMING into her as I cum is just the very best thing in this
world and in worlds beyond as well!

Do you EVEN know what I'm taliking about here?!?

I mean ... D A M N ! ! !

But anyways, then the other day I was scheduled to meet Mouse (my
oldest daughter -- now 24 solar earth [humanoid] years of age) at the
Public Library to watch a film on Medical Marijuana

   ::: Audience Packs Library for Medical Marijuana Film :::
   http://la.indymedia.org/news/2009/02/224566.php

... and Robin decides to engineer a big fight at the last minute.  I
tried to side-step the issue with a deflating, "Look, just because you
want to split and go get high [and whatEVER] with somebody else out
there, I said pointing out the window, don't try to drag me into a
meaningless argument just so you can storm out of here feeling all
justified and sh*t."  (One of the oldest tricks in the Abuse-Cycle
Handbook(tm) -- I call it Ploy 5-A.  [rolling eyes])

And when that didn't work, I opened up the window and called out to a
small group of ne'er-do-wells on the sidewalk below and across the
street, "Hey!  You homeless, drunk bums down there!  My bitch wants to
know whose dick she's gotta suck for a bottle of Vodka?!"

And things just escalated from there [he said, chuckling mildly over
the whole thing as he mentally reviews the High Strangeness which
ensued].  Before you know it she's clenching a fist threatening to
wail on me with her Titanium-Reinforced Arm [she got her right arm all
full of Titanium pins when she was hit by a speeding car a year or so
back] and throwing candles and Hey-I-got-you-this-wax-heart-full-of-
M&M's-for-Valentines-Day thingie that she got me for the upcoming St.
Valentines Day Massacre at me and yelling and kicking me and sh*t.

So I threw her down on the bed, slapped her on top of the head then
grabbed her by both ankles [GOD, I love it when those legs spread SO
wide for me!  It looks SO FREAKIN' AWESOME in the mirror at the head
of the bed, when I'm nailing her that way] and just dragged her sorry
ass out of the room and dumped her in the hallway.

Well, she called the cops and tried to have ME arrested on a DV.

*ME*!!

With a felony-strike and a domestic violence?

I don't THINK so, sweet-meat!

Like *I* was the whack-job at fault!

Well, I may be a bit wacky, I'll grant you that, but SHE was the one
who started, escalated and turned almost violent the whole situation.

So I just took off to the library to meet Mouse and see the movie and
wasn't even there when Johnny Law arrived.

So they took her to the hospital because she was supposedly
"injured" [rolling eyes] but all the doctors in virtually ALL the
local hospitals are just sick of seeing her sorry, drunk, psycho-
somatic *ss, so they gave her something to calm her down then kicked
her to the curb.

SO there's a knock at the door about 10:00 or 11:00 that night.

Sure enough, it's her.

Again.

I just hopped out of bed, opened the door naked [she just LOVES my
naked body] and stood there looking at her for a second then said,
"All right, you can come in and spend the night but I don't want to
fight, OK?"

Then the next morning she started right in again so this time the
landlord actually kicked her out and completely, irrevocably 86'ed her
from the building.

Persona non gratis.

"Buh-bye" [you know, the way stewardesses say it when you're leaving
the plane]

   "Cuz there's WAY too many mutha-f*ckin' Snakes on this mutha-
f*ckin' [Physical Earth-] Plane!"
   -Samuel L. Jackson, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snakes_on_a_Plane

   "Cause it's gone, baby, gone, the love is gone.
    Gone, baby gone, the love is gone away."
   -Some Voices On The Radio I heard on 91-X and 94.9 and stuff

Anyways, that's the latest report form Way Out Hear on the Borderline!

-B:.B:.