Ilostthekeytothevault - Rummaging Through The Dark Recesses...

This HAS to be in California.

There couldn't possibly be any way a virus could be transmitted through an act of spreading one's legs, could there? Perish the thought...

I have a discussion place in the Loathing lobe of my brain for people who come up with garbage like this...

Sounds like a softer edged approach to censorship and intimidation...

This is usually a tactic of Leftists who want desperately to control everyone's thoughts, actions, money, freedom, and words while at the same time appearing as the saviors of the world. The word for that is insidious...

Fuck insidious types. They'll remain powerless over me and people like me, no matter the epithets, the harassment, the threats, and all the rest of their putrid tactics.

WAIT!

Before you hit send on that ask, reblog, or reply, remember to stop and PROOFREAD!

am I Pissing on the Poor?

did I Read the post in bad faith?

could I be Overexaggerating?

am I Out of line for saying this?

is it kind of Fucked up to say that to a total stranger?

is what I said Rude?

am I being Egotistical?

am I Angry at words that weren't in the post?

did I Dream up a pretend person to get mad at?

ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT YOURSELF FROM LOOKING LIKE A JACKASS ONLINE!

Why are you even on Tumblr if all you do is comment the most vile and uneducated shit on posts that have nothing to do with you? Take your Trump praise and your old, unfunny ass back to Twitter.

I am not a Trump fan, and never voted for him. But I see the evils that the Leftists are selling (and have been selling for over a century) and the idiots who suck it up. Idiots like you and every other person that wants their hedonism to go on unchecked; that wants their free everything; that wants to run and hide behind Liberal government, even when that government takes away individual liberties and locks people up in their own homes? And as far as education goes, I have more education and sense than you could ever amass, and I use my intellect in far better ways than you and those like you. You, however, want to shriek at people who disagree, seek to get them canceled, and say worse and more vile things than I ever have. And never once do you employ reason and logic to see the Liberal plots for what they really are. But you gobble down all the MSM trash and the political narratives (pronounced LIES) that Lefties throw your way. So, yeah, therein lies the vitriol, pathetic "anonymous" person. You don't even have the temerity to use a name or handle that isn't veiled. That is referred to as being chicken shit. And I have little care or time for cowards. Yes, that means you.

So: Do piss off. And leave me to my First Amendment rights. And I don't hang about Twitter, you assumptive POS.

I'll pray for you, but I think we both know you're beyond the reach of God or salvation.

I think it's absurdly funny that the Associated Press runs politically motivated stories like the one pictured above but then has the absolute bald-faced temerity to censor anyone (like me) who disagrees with the article, citing "Community Guidelines" as the basis of their silencing opposing views and opinion. That's my comment below, and it never even made it off the launch pad.

The Associated Press is one of those Leftist propaganda outlets whose alleged support of the 1st Amendment is as laughable as the Washington Post's tag line, "Democracy Dies in Darkness". That gem began appearing below the newspapers banner in February, 2017, after President Trump took office. For most reading it, I think it was supposed to be some kind of virtue signaling by that rag paper, with the subtle nudge to the reader being that the Post would be a shining light against tyranny and despots. I, however, see that line not as a beacon of hope in an ever darkening world, but more as a prophecy made by one of the engineers of Democracy's demise. They're straight up telling people what they've been doing and what their aim is in the 21st century. And the same goes for the New York Times and its "All the News That's Fit to Print," meaning it will only ever publish "news" that generally supports agenda and rarely sorts truth and integrity. The Times tag line should be changed to "All the News That's Shit to Print"; that would be a good start if they ever want to start reporting actual honest, straightforward news and information.

Yeah... this is a thing now...

How do I stop myself from squirting during sex? It's embarrassing and I get tired of changing sheets, but the sex is phenomenal.

i am an art blog but okay let's do this.

squirting is phenomenal!!! you shouldn't be embarrassed by your bodies response to pleasure! it should be fun and exciting! there are precautions you can take (specific sheets and protectors) that can go on your bed so it's not such an arduous process to clean but you can also switch it up and do it in different places in the house where it will take less effort to clean up!

if anyone else has any advice, please reply or send me an ask and I can post it for anon x

happy squirting xx

I believe that would be the ultimate decree of FAFO to these scumbags.

Q: What's a shorter synonym for "sucker punch?"

A: Love.

Glad we cleared that up...

Looks like the script is being closely followed these days...

Demokritus in Meditation (detail) by Salvator Rosa, c. 1615-73.

Been away for a few days/nights, sorting out the grain from the chaff. And by God's grace and love, I've been successful...

And just when I thought the gifts couldn't get richer, I found a poem come flowing out tonight. It may read as a sadness, but read deeper, because there's love and the anticipation of a love that holds the salvation one man, this man, sought. That salvation was delivered to me by Providence, and this poem marks the time it took me to come to this revelation...

1:

Red cirrus swipes against blue canvas

The colors should grasp my voice and send it heavenward, but I can't... just can't

Birds alight like dreams upon my head, shoulders

They wheedle me for a song to join theirs...

But I can't... just can't...

A child laughs and invites me into her otherwise private joke at the ridiculous world of ridiculous grown-ups...

I smile, and, for that briefest of explosions from the canyons of my yesterdays, I want to join her. Join her and force my wild laughter to Heaven's gate... but I can't... just can't...

A friend died today, or maybe a century ago, but it feels like every second he's there, then not...

And before tears can own me, I remember his jokes about living, dying, soaring, searing and God, and I want to laugh... but I can't... just can't...

I sit on the quiet bench among heavy skies, and I know, now, the reason for my can'ts...

I can't until there's you to show me I can...

Postscript:

God gave me HER, as undeserving as I was for all my years, and she shines a light dipped in God's lustrous Waters, a light that guides me in Stygian nights and stormswept days. And I decry my unending gratitude for God's gift of her. Amen.