668591's blog: "Lizette's Bullshit"

The Journey I can smell the sweetness, the nectar of god-like beings; their sanctuary calling me. Limitless consumption, my body craves the bosom of sedated knowledge. Lost in confusion, my thoughts are adrift within realms of twilight and the lies it tells. I ride the waves to the land beyond, the tide carrying me farther until I can no longer see the edge of reality, its blinding coldness just a memory etched upon my soul. © Lizette Sinclair 2007

It's time to bring up a subject that many women have totally misconstrued and it's the wonderful subject of sexual harrassment. Many women need to understand what sexual harrassment is. Too many of them are complaining and bringing up these stupid fucking lawsuits over something that is about as dangerous as a god damn teddy bear. Look, if a guy is grabbing your ass, your tits, then hey, sue the motherfucker for sexual harrassment. However, if you happen to walk by the water cooler and a couple of guys are telling a joke and the punchline happens to contain the word, CUNT, don't go screaming sexual harrassment. Please! Why is the word CUNT regarded in such a bad way? That happens to be my favorite word. CUNT, CUNT, CUNT, CUNT, CUNT Stupid women cry that they want equality, but when it comes down to it, they fucking whimp out in a second. If you can't handle the verbage, shut your mouth, sit down and leave the rest of us alone. Some of us can not only handle it, but we do it with style. Grow some balls already! Besides, women say the nastiest fucking shit when they're together, so that bullshit about they don't use that language is a crock of shit. Yeah, I'm fucking talking to you bitches! Hence, you want equality...Grow some big fucking hairy balls, learn to say CUNT with style and grab yourself at every possible opportunity. Cheers!

A cube.
A three dimensional fortress of encompassing enslavement.
A cube.
A six sided barricade that encases within its frame the foundation of your primordial being.
A cube.
Boundaries set by moral standards, regardless if they are of your own preference, which contain and keep you placated.
A cube.
A conformed set of limitations brought about by observations and concepts other than your own.
A cube.
A narrow perception which keeps you from gaining a greater knowledge of all things, thus an explosion is eminent.
A cube.
Do you live in one?

What is it, by defining representation, do we deem freedom of expression to be? By all accounts, expression of thoughts, or the exposing of our desires in such a way, as to bestow upon others an enlightened awareness for something that we cherish, is expression.
Freedom is something that, (though it lacks dimensional form), it can physically touch upon you a feeling of being able to make decisions, to have the right to choose, if you feel so inclined.
Combined, the freedom to express is the ability to choose by some method, (though it matters not what that method is), the conscious choice to create something that did not, in fact, exist until that moment.
Too often, personal opinions of moral conscious stand in the way for freedom of expression to exist. When a person is persecuted in the sense of being ostracized or ridiculed because another person finds their creation to be offensive, the freedom to express is daunted.
When books are banned from readers because somewhere, somebody found the content of that book unethical or immoral, that persons freedom to choose is gone.
When art is taken down from gallery walls, because it contains nudity, (which some feel is shameful), we no longer have the opportunity to do something as innate as making a choice.
Opinions are great, because they give others an outlook of our primordial thoughts. But when opinions cross the threshold of freedom and expression, then our fundamental rights as humans, to choose by our own personal standards of morale is taken away from us.
Death is the only aspect of life where our conscious minds, on this plane of existence, stops making choices. So, until your body ceases to function, you have the right to choose, to express yourself.

I've Got Balls ??
Have you ever wondered why we use the term, I've Got Balls?
Why are balls associated with sure-fire attitude? Somehow, these tiny, insignificant creatures have gotten a reputation for being fiesty. Lets analyze what balls actually are. Here we go...
The testes (or testicles) are two olive-sized oval bodies, one on the right side and one on the left side. The testes have two main functions: to produce sperm (the male sex cell) and to produce testosterone (the male sex hormone). [thank you eMedicine Health]
Now lets break that down into laymen terms so we can all understand the true nature of testicles, or balls as they're so lovingly referred...
Balls are actually not round, but elliptical little wankers that have 2 functions. They keep the population increasing at an ever-alarming rate and then they keep our counterparts seething with rage and stupidity.
Some may argue that the testosterone fact is the reason why balls are referred to in such a boisterous way. However, I disagree. Women produce estrogen and believe me, estrogen can kick the shit out of testosterone anyday. If you don't believe me, I have one thing to say to you.
P.M.S. MOTHERFUCKERS!!
After reviewing the facts, I find it not only an insult, but downright embarrassing to say, "I've Got Balls." First of all, this planet is way overpopulated and secondly, I'm no dummy.

I was told recently that it was unladylike to use so much profanity. I've thought long and hard about that comment. Then it hit me. Are men the only ones that can speak in such a manner? Why is unladylike to cuss? Why is it cool for men, but unsavory for women? Well, here's my response. FUCK YOU, FUCK ME, FUCKWAD, DICKHEAD, DICK, COCK, BALLSACK, NIPPLE HAIR, PUBIC HAIR, MOTHERFUCKER, FUCKER, CUNT, PUSSY, ASSHOLE, SHIT, SHITHEAD, PRICK, DICK-LICK, PUSSY-LICK, ASSWIPE, PENIS, VAGINA, BASTARD, CLIT, CUM-SUCKER, CUNT LICKER, SCROTUM, BITCH, SPHINCTER, CORN HOLE, DICKWEED, DICKWAD, TEA-BAGGER, SHIT FOR BRAINS, CUM SPOT and finally BUSHY TWAT. I'm sure I've left a few out. The point is, just because I am not waving a dick around doesn't mean that I cannot cuss with the best of them. By the way, my balls are much bigger than most men I know. The only difference is, I don't have to adjust mine when I sit down.

You know what people? I get sick and tired of seeing women put themselves down or go out of their way to please men. What the hell makes them so god damn special anyway?
Lets get this straight. We're suppose to be 5'8", 125 pounds and blonde. Why are women so hell bent on trying to be something they're not? Hey, if this describes you, great! Now get the fuck out of here so the rest of us can discuss!
What amazes me is this. The majority of men that demand this type of woman are so fucking gross it isn't even funny. They have these big ass beer guts and they're going to tell us what looks good? They have to get a mirror just to choke the chicken and I have to depend on them to know if I look good? Please turds! They haven't seen their own dicks in years. They couldn't get laid even if they had $100.00, standing on a street corner where hookers were giving $5.00 blowjobs. These men have no fucking right to tell anyone what looks good, much less, goggle and slober on themselves over shit they'd never get their hands on anyway!
These men get excited over bogus photographs that some women post, trying to pass themselves off as a playboy bunny. Ladies, get a grip on yourselves! Be real. Be you. If he doesn't like it, fuck him!
Sexy isn't how you look. Sexy is how you carry yourself. Sexy is a woman that knows what she wants and how she wants it.
Also, has the mullet made a come back? It sure seems like it has. I must sadly admit that many of these stupid pricks are from the South and they proudly wear their thinning hair in a mullet. Oh and the sideburns. What the fuck is that? Elvis is dead motherfuckers! Shave those things off your face! Don't get me wrong. You can wear sideburns, but not like this. These fucking things are bushier than porn-twat in the 70's. (hehehe) Who remembers that? Women had the bushiest.....
Anyway, that's a whole other story
Now, lets discuss flatulence. It's disgusting. It smells and it isn't something to be proud of. Air released itself from your ass. How is that exciting? Again, big egos, little dicks.
Ladies, you define who you are, not what some dumb ass man say you should be. Any man who demands women look a certain way needs to kiss my ass! I have a 12" strap on. Let me put it on and fuck him up the ass. Then let me hear him talk about what's beautiful. It isn't you turd!

Wow! I write erotica, which some would call porn. Whatever! I thought I had seen it all. But it just goes to prove that you haven't seen shit when it comes to the internet. Some chick posted a shot of her cooch...close-up, to boot! Hey, I'm all for expression, but make sure what you're expressing is worth it. Her cooch looked like it had a sore or pimple on one of her nether lips. She had shaved, but not in awhile...which brings to me to this. Get rid of the stuble if you're gonna put it out there for all to see. I've seen tons of gratuitous tit shots, but gratuitous pussy shots?

One of her other pictures was a full shot of her. Again, that's cool unless your tits are hanging 10. Hers looked like socks with oranges in them. Not a pretty site folks.

Long before Dick came along and fucked it up, Pussy was in charge and even considered a God in some cultures. Pussy's best friends, the Breasts, have long been portrayed as caregivers of life and even worshipped as idols. There are many artifacts that back this up. In ancient times, Pussy was more carefree and given to many Dicks, as many as Pussy desired. Pussy even conveyed lust to other Pussies and orgy's were born. Then one day, Dick came along and convinced other Dicks that Pussy was less in stature and therefore, beneath them. Pussy actually liked being beneath Dicks, but not in social aspects. So all these Dicks wrote this big, wordy book called the Bible. Many Dicks had their hands in the writing of this epic book. One Dick was even revered to be the Dick of the biggest Dick of all, God. That remains to be proven, but many Dicks and Pussies believe this today. So Pussy became subservient to all Dicks and more or less became invisible. Dicks convinced Pussy that her actions were punishable by an eternity in Hell, yet Dick put himself into every Pussy he could. I guess the big Dick, God, found it alright for Dicks to have any Pussy they wanted, but Pussy could only have one Dick in her whole lifetime. Sometimes, Dicks even stoned Pussies to death if they felt Pussy was overly Jezebel. So time marched on with Dick at the helm and Pussy being his little subservient slave. It wasn't until the early 1900's, that Pussy finally realized that Dick was taking advantage of her. Pussy fought back and won her right to vote. Dick did not like this, but Dick knew his days of dominance was over. Pussy had, had enough! As the 1900's continued, Pussy gained more and more power and then one day in the 1960's, Pussy started to burn her bras. Breasts were not really happy with this, but they understood. Pussy had to make a statement and Breasts were happy to help out. In our era, Pussy is the dominant sex. Pussy has not made it to the Presidency yet, but Pussy is the driving force behind every Dick in office. The Dick Clinton was proof of that. Just remember Dicks. Pussy loves you, and some Pussies love other Pussies. But Pussy is usually partial to Dildo. Dildo has made a believer out of Pussy when it comes to multiple orgasms. Dick just can't achieve that. Although Pussy is still hopeful that Dick will follow through some day, Pussy knows though that Dick isn't the Casanova that Pussy requires. So, from one Pussy to another, have a nice, creamy day!

© 2006 Lizette Sinclair
*It may not be pulitzer prize winning material, but it's still mine so don't fucking steal what doesn't belong to you turds!