Diva
04-04-02, 01:14AM
May 07, 2001
Everyday I see some good in my life. Good deeds, kind words, common courtesy. And every time I see this phenomena, the same thing happens... Absolutely fucking nothing. A man opens the door and the woman walks in. Does she say thank you? G-d forbid. Honey, Women's lib is a bunch of crap. Another good idea gone astray by Fembots from hell. Equal rights? I'm all for em. But what the hell does a man opening a door for a woman have to do with equal rights? I've held the door open for both genders. It's respect. Did I save them from some unholy task of opening the door themselves? Would they be stranded outside if I hadn't? No. What's in it for me? Nothing. That's right boys and girls (Ah hah! caught you! You're outta here teenie..). I actually did something for nothing. Or... did the smile on their face give me something back. Work with me people! Karma. I believe in that force more than I believe in the boogieman. When you do something bad.. Sometimes it slaps you right back. But sometimes, sometimes it waits. And while other people may see it as a sign of luck.. I know better. Because karma accumulates, baby! And when that sucker finally comes around, it'll bitch-slap you into oblivion. I don't want to be anywhere near when that force explodes. I watch my "p"s and "q"s. I've seen it happen. More importantly, I respect the force of Karma. Too far out there for you? You ever see someone glare at you? Feel their anger? That's Karma. You ever look into someone's eyes and almost see their soul? They look at you and expose their very life force..In a look that says how much they care without a word being said? That's Karma, too.
WE'RE ALL NAKED.... under our cloths
I've met some desperate people in my time, believe you me... But, gimme a break here! I went to the store. I got into the elevator... you following me here? this guy and two other people get in after me. It's a regular sized elevator. As the door's closing the guy in front starts to lean back. Way back. I quietly got out my keys... I couldn't find a safety pin, and pointed them in front of me. This schmuck leans all of the way back into my keys. Get this... At first he starts rubbing his back. Now, my nipples can get pretty darn hard. But metal? so I dig those suckers in until he jumps forward. He whips around and I said, "Oh darn, you didn't give me time to get my tazer." He got off on the next floor. The other male practically wedged his back in the corner. To top it all off, the woman turns to me and says, "Good for you. He does that all the time." What the hell is wrong with these people!?!?!?! I've been so horny the vegetable isle looked more like adult merchandise. Did I start rubbing up against strangers to get off? No. I read that in Japan(?) the women were being fondled in their public transportation all of the time. It was common practice until a few started speaking up. If I had to go through those cars... I'd buy me some grass clippers.. Fingers would be dropping flies. Oh, you'll see him, officer. He's the guy missing digits with a tourniquet on his arm. Just follow the blood flow. Why can't I find a decent men?!?!?!? Huh? Oh.
Everyday I see some good in my life. Good deeds, kind words, common courtesy. And every time I see this phenomena, the same thing happens... Absolutely fucking nothing. A man opens the door and the woman walks in. Does she say thank you? G-d forbid. Honey, Women's lib is a bunch of crap. Another good idea gone astray by Fembots from hell. Equal rights? I'm all for em. But what the hell does a man opening a door for a woman have to do with equal rights? I've held the door open for both genders. It's respect. Did I save them from some unholy task of opening the door themselves? Would they be stranded outside if I hadn't? No. What's in it for me? Nothing. That's right boys and girls (Ah hah! caught you! You're outta here teenie..). I actually did something for nothing. Or... did the smile on their face give me something back. Work with me people! Karma. I believe in that force more than I believe in the boogieman. When you do something bad.. Sometimes it slaps you right back. But sometimes, sometimes it waits. And while other people may see it as a sign of luck.. I know better. Because karma accumulates, baby! And when that sucker finally comes around, it'll bitch-slap you into oblivion. I don't want to be anywhere near when that force explodes. I watch my "p"s and "q"s. I've seen it happen. More importantly, I respect the force of Karma. Too far out there for you? You ever see someone glare at you? Feel their anger? That's Karma. You ever look into someone's eyes and almost see their soul? They look at you and expose their very life force..In a look that says how much they care without a word being said? That's Karma, too.
WE'RE ALL NAKED.... under our cloths
I've met some desperate people in my time, believe you me... But, gimme a break here! I went to the store. I got into the elevator... you following me here? this guy and two other people get in after me. It's a regular sized elevator. As the door's closing the guy in front starts to lean back. Way back. I quietly got out my keys... I couldn't find a safety pin, and pointed them in front of me. This schmuck leans all of the way back into my keys. Get this... At first he starts rubbing his back. Now, my nipples can get pretty darn hard. But metal? so I dig those suckers in until he jumps forward. He whips around and I said, "Oh darn, you didn't give me time to get my tazer." He got off on the next floor. The other male practically wedged his back in the corner. To top it all off, the woman turns to me and says, "Good for you. He does that all the time." What the hell is wrong with these people!?!?!?! I've been so horny the vegetable isle looked more like adult merchandise. Did I start rubbing up against strangers to get off? No. I read that in Japan(?) the women were being fondled in their public transportation all of the time. It was common practice until a few started speaking up. If I had to go through those cars... I'd buy me some grass clippers.. Fingers would be dropping flies. Oh, you'll see him, officer. He's the guy missing digits with a tourniquet on his arm. Just follow the blood flow. Why can't I find a decent men?!?!?!? Huh? Oh.