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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:24AM

Alias, meet me where we usually meet. We need to chat. Please, my friend/

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:31AM

so we're all just gonna pretend nothing happened? Hmmm? Is that it?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:31AM

Alias I need to talk to you

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:31AM

Harry are you there?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:32AM

Hatemotor?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:32AM

bloody blisters?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:32AM

postpoppunk?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:33AM

please someone say something. I need to hear from someone. I need some human interaction. why am I always forsaken?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: geronimo1 ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:35AM

The poor fuckwit Miserable has been thrown under the bus by all his fuckwit friends. 2 weeks away and all the fuckwits have forsaken their fuckwit leader.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:36AM

and Harry, where are you?????

I need you, Harry.....

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Hatemotor ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:38AM

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:41AM

Hatemotor Wrote:
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> What's happenin Miz?


I don't know....i honestly don't know.....I don't know if Alias loves me or if she's just been 'playing' me this whole time, toying with me, gaining my trust, making me think we were friends.......I don't know what to think, and now she's avoiding me, refuses to talk to me.......I have real feelings for her..........we were becoming real friends........I thought......


......I'm seriously hurt........this is not a joke.....I feel hurt...

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Hatemotor ()
Date: August 17, 2011 12:55AM

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Conie ()
Date: August 17, 2011 01:12AM

Mr. Misery Wrote:
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> so we're all just gonna pretend nothing happened?
> Hmmm? Is that it?

I ,for one ,am not going to pretend something happened.
You're just really inappropriate Miz.
I like to have fun, but you just go way overboard.
I understand you're lonely, but if you want to meet people/women/men
you're going about it it the wrong way

_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________" "good christ is there no limit to their douchebaggery?" - Gonads & Strife

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: postpoppunk ()
Date: August 17, 2011 01:55AM

MMisery --- fuck all the assholes that ride the hate.

We have your back, even if it is only every now and again. It is not that I do not care, just sometimes real life gets in the way...hope you understand.

Keep doing what makes you happy - as long as you hurt no one, it is all OK.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: postpoppunk ()
Date: August 17, 2011 01:59AM

Create Threads -

Ramble on about anything, no matter how obscure to others -

Play in the drama of FFXU -

Chase, scare and adore any ladies you take an interest in -

Feel free to be free in this forum and in everyday life -

AGAIN - as long as you hurt no one, you can do anything you like...

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: postpoppunk ()
Date: August 17, 2011 02:04AM

I really never planned on trusting anyone on FFXU or actually thought that a person would gain my respect (Even if that is worth zero to most), but your friend HTuttle, IMO, has your best interest in mind --- always try to pay attention when he responds to you, take the words a little more serious than you may take mine, or others.

I think that in my short time here I have seen EVERYONE turn on one and other, but I have not seen that from HTuttle towards you...so, again, I think that he may be a way for you to stay on a more even level while wandering through this make believe world of FFXU.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: postpoppunk ()
Date: August 17, 2011 02:10AM

My advice for today would be --- EVERYDAY go outside and sit at the base of a large tree and STOP.

STOP thinking -
STOP worrying -
STOP trying -
STOP any racing thoughts -

Just BE --- try to let your mind reset and pause, pretend you are thinking in slow motion and let the world slow down around you --- try this each day and I think that it will refresh your mind, spirit and soul.

This is not some psycho-babble I read in a book --- it is a genuine idea that I think would allow you to free yourself from the vice of overloaded thoughts.

Peace

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 02:15AM

we're closed for bid'ness............FOREVER!!!!!!!
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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: bloody blisters ()
Date: August 17, 2011 02:25AM

booty blistelse in the hizzle

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Posted by: Alias ()
Date: August 17, 2011 03:22AM

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Posted by: Alias ()
Date: August 17, 2011 03:24AM

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: ma-sini ()
Date: August 17, 2011 04:02AM

Alias Wrote:
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> geronimo1 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The poor fuckwit Miserable has been thrown
> under
> > the bus by all his fuckwit friends. 2 weeks
> away
> > and all the fuckwits have forsaken their
> fuckwit
> > leader.
>
> Didn't I tell you to put a plastic bag over your
> head?
>
> Do it!


Do you speak Bantu?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: This thread has some big numbers ()
Date: August 17, 2011 07:53PM

WOW!!!! This site is an accomplishment and a testimonial, furthermore it is a revelation in itself. Congrats!!!!!

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: postpoppunk ()
Date: August 17, 2011 08:25PM

This thread has some big numbers Wrote:
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> WOW!!!! This site is an accomplishment and a
> testimonial, furthermore it is a revelation in
> itself. Congrats!!!!!


Never, has there been truer words spoken.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:33PM

open for bid'ness
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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:34PM

Augustus Pablo was a very talented melodica player
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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mcfarks ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:37PM

Where in the hell is Alias??

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:40PM

this one goes out to a very friendly young Chinawoman who was kind enough to invite me to coffee tomorrow afternoon/evening......she's a nice young lady and a heavy smoker.....guys, wish me luck in not popping a wicked boner when this classy, sexy young Asian girl lights up a Marlboro Red.....and that I can restrain myself from nutting in my pants when she blows her cig smoke in my direction.


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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:43PM


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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:44PM

where's good ol harryo at??

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:44PM

hatmetere?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:44PM

Aliaso?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:45PM

bloody-o blisters-o?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Hatemotor ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:46PM

,,,



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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:51PM

I'm becoming diurnal again......

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 17, 2011 11:51PM

where's the man like Tuttle?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 18, 2011 12:07AM

where are my dear friends?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Date: August 18, 2011 12:09AM

LOLOLOMGFUCKMYCRACKPIPEBROKEFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKWHATDOIDO

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 18, 2011 12:32AM

zz fly

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Hatemotor ()
Date: August 18, 2011 12:32AM

,,,



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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 18, 2011 01:02AM

no Tuttles tonight?


I'm outta here

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: postpoppunk ()
Date: August 18, 2011 01:40AM

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: bloody blisters ()
Date: August 18, 2011 02:35AM

it has been said, zz fly

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: bloody blisters ()
Date: August 18, 2011 02:36AM

marlboro reds.... my kinda woman. get at er yo.

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Posted by: Alias ()
Date: August 18, 2011 11:18AM

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: postpoppunk ()
Date: August 18, 2011 08:29PM

Hate's breeding ground.

I tried to promise myself I would not spread hate any longer. It was easy to be vengeful and horrible to people while in a chat-room. Even if the person started the hate, why respond in kind? Why not kill them with kindness? Why not ignore their attempt to bring one down to their level and just not respond at all? Many times it would be some middle-eastern guy "buzzing" me and asking if I was a girl...I know there are cultural differences, but the shear lack of any intelligent introduction or any semblance of even the most basic communication was irritating. I would respond in the beginning with just a simple "Do you know how to introduce yourself to another person?" - only to have them say some anti-American slur or attack me with some idiotic words. After a while I responded in kind, allowing myself to be brought down to their level. As time passed and simple instances turned into basically a a war of words - I became fed up with them and wanted to inflict some kind of pain for their attacks on me...so I created an image of Mohammed fucking a goat and a note saying "Look out for the bombs exploding around you!" - again, knowing they were of middle-eastern origin. When they would be assholes I would say, "Yes I am a girl, want a pic?" and of course they jumped at the opportunity - at which point I would send them the images I noted above. I am not proud of this and think that it is my own fault for allowing myself to be drawn into such a silly anonymous battle, which in the end, no one wins.

This last New Years - or maybe two years ago, I promised not to spread anymore hate via the internet - I did so in my resolutions and I believe in my prayers. I did not keep that promise to myself or to God / Higher Power.

Recently I came across FFXU and was fascinated by the completely open conversations and topics. Add that FFXU is mostly local only made things more intriguing. What is the first thing I do? Notice an asshole poster that seemed to live on FFXU and was completely full of ignorant shit, but did not take ownership for their ways. I posted anonymously, one thread, and then registered. I find myself laughing often reading things here and also have to admit that some of the "in fighting" and drama can become entertaining. I have participated in a few threads and created a few also...but I find that resisting the temptations of spreading hate are hard to avoid. I tried, to some extent, not to allow myself to go back into that darker place and play a role in the hate, but I failed at that and do not see it stopping anytime soon, if I am honest with myself.

I am called a "faggot", "pussy" and that "I need to act like a man" when I post sincere feelings or anything like what I am posting right now --- that is fine with me, I do not think it is a real reflection of who I am and know myself well enough to just let that all slide off my shoulders. My biggest concern is the participation in the hate - I am a part of it again, by my own will, which is just another flaw in my overall being.

Maybe, I will try again to not react to the hate with hate? I, usually, can recognize the difference between someone joking in a distasteful manner to actual hate, but that is irrelevant. It is how I react that counts - that is what I am putting out there, whether someone believes in Karma or not, I can not think that being mean or hateful towards another human is in any way a good thing. I do not think it is healthy to participate in the hate, especially since I do not know the other person's circumstances in life. Maybe, even if they are being a complete fucking asshole, it would take one person responding with kind words that would allow them to change their ways, or at least believe that there are some good people in the world. I know this is very idealistic and will most likely be ridiculed on FFXU by many users, but so be it --- it is the nature of this forum.

I have no plan or conclusion to any of what I am thinking / typing about, just a feeling of shame about myself. I do not sit in judgment of others or expect pity, just thinking out loud and letting the truth, in my mind, roll out with no filters.

Hate's breeding ground.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:37AM

open for Andressa Soares' big juicy ass
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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:38AM

Sydney Greenstreet was a very talented character actor
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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:39AM

postpoppunk Wrote:
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> Hate's breeding ground.
>
> I tried to promise myself I would not spread hate
> any longer. It was easy to be vengeful and
> horrible to people while in a chat-room. Even if
> the person started the hate, why respond in kind?
> Why not kill them with kindness? Why not ignore
> their attempt to bring one down to their level and
> just not respond at all? Many times it would be
> some middle-eastern guy "buzzing" me and asking if
> I was a girl...I know there are cultural
> differences, but the shear lack of any intelligent
> introduction or any semblance of even the most
> basic communication was irritating. I would
> respond in the beginning with just a simple "Do
> you know how to introduce yourself to another
> person?" - only to have them say some
> anti-American slur or attack me with some idiotic
> words. After a while I responded in kind, allowing
> myself to be brought down to their level. As time
> passed and simple instances turned into basically
> a a war of words - I became fed up with them and
> wanted to inflict some kind of pain for their
> attacks on me...so I created an image of Mohammed
> fucking a goat and a note saying "Look out for the
> bombs exploding around you!" - again, knowing they
> were of middle-eastern origin. When they would be
> assholes I would say, "Yes I am a girl, want a
> pic?" and of course they jumped at the opportunity
> - at which point I would send them the images I
> noted above. I am not proud of this and think that
> it is my own fault for allowing myself to be drawn
> into such a silly anonymous battle, which in the
> end, no one wins.
>
> This last New Years - or maybe two years ago, I
> promised not to spread anymore hate via the
> internet - I did so in my resolutions and I
> believe in my prayers. I did not keep that promise
> to myself or to God / Higher Power.
>
> Recently I came across FFXU and was fascinated by
> the completely open conversations and topics. Add
> that FFXU is mostly local only made things more
> intriguing. What is the first thing I do? Notice
> an asshole poster that seemed to live on FFXU and
> was completely full of ignorant shit, but did not
> take ownership for their ways. I posted
> anonymously, one thread, and then registered. I
> find myself laughing often reading things here and
> also have to admit that some of the "in fighting"
> and drama can become entertaining. I have
> participated in a few threads and created a few
> also...but I find that resisting the temptations
> of spreading hate are hard to avoid. I tried, to
> some extent, not to allow myself to go back into
> that darker place and play a role in the hate, but
> I failed at that and do not see it stopping
> anytime soon, if I am honest with myself.
>
> I am called a "faggot", "pussy" and that "I need
> to act like a man" when I post sincere feelings or
> anything like what I am posting right now --- that
> is fine with me, I do not think it is a real
> reflection of who I am and know myself well enough
> to just let that all slide off my shoulders. My
> biggest concern is the participation in the hate -
> I am a part of it again, by my own will, which is
> just another flaw in my overall being.
>
> Maybe, I will try again to not react to the hate
> with hate? I, usually, can recognize the
> difference between someone joking in a distasteful
> manner to actual hate, but that is irrelevant. It
> is how I react that counts - that is what I am
> putting out there, whether someone believes in
> Karma or not, I can not think that being mean or
> hateful towards another human is in any way a good
> thing. I do not think it is healthy to participate
> in the hate, especially since I do not know the
> other person's circumstances in life. Maybe, even
> if they are being a complete fucking asshole, it
> would take one person responding with kind words
> that would allow them to change their ways, or at
> least believe that there are some good people in
> the world. I know this is very idealistic and will
> most likely be ridiculed on FFXU by many users,
> but so be it --- it is the nature of this forum.
>
> I have no plan or conclusion to any of what I am
> thinking / typing about, just a feeling of shame
> about myself. I do not sit in judgment of others
> or expect pity, just thinking out loud and letting
> the truth, in my mind, roll out with no filters.
>
> Hate's breeding ground.
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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:40AM

just joshin', pop. I'll give it a good perusing soon as Andressa Soares comes over and sits on my face.
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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: JBass ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:48AM

Nice truck!

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:57AM

an oriental woman gave me the ol' brush off today, boy.....

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:58AM

so did a mentally deranged woman who still has her hymen intact....

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:59AM

hey, where's the man like Tuttle??

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:59AM

my dick is small

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 12:59AM

where is my dad?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:00AM

somehow, someway, I keep coming up with funky-ass threads like every single day....

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:01AM

you eat pieces of shit for breakfast, what's the basis?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:02AM

I ain't saying she's a gold-digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke-broke....

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:03AM

spin the turntable, I rock the mic like a vandal, turn out the lights I wax a chump like a candle....

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:04AM

and the lord did sayeth, "if the day does not require an A-K, it is good".....

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:10AM

no posts in 25 minutes...........hmmmmmmmmmmm.................

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:25AM

bitch gave me crabs

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:28AM

I'd ask "where's everybody at?", but I already know........they're all jacking off furiously to my Andressa Soares "biggest ass in brazil" thread. There's enough jack material in that thread to fill up the spank bank three times over, and still have jack material left. You'd have to take out an annuity in the spank bank to store all the jack material in that thread.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:29AM

there's a cricket in my bedroom.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:29AM

I must find it.............

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:30AM

.............and kill it.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:30AM

there will be blood

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:31AM

my dad is great

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:32AM

world's greatest dad

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:32AM

I want to be a dad

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:32AM

I want a son

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:33AM

I don't want a daughter

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:34AM

because I wouldn't respect it, because it would be a woman

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:34AM

if I could have a daughter that was a man, it would be good

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:35AM

I want to have sex with Conie, all night long, till the morning light, till the broad daylight.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:36AM

making sweet love

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:36AM

all night long

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:38AM

ras-clot, bumba-clot, blood-clot

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:38AM

not a god damn customer all night except jbass

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:39AM

where's Alias at?? Is she masturbating to Andressa Soares too?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:39AM

fingering herself?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:40AM

tasting her own juices?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:40AM

thong pulled to the side?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:41AM

slowly, in and out, in and out...........slowly inserting and stimulating..........clit and vulva and labia engorged with semen?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:42AM

gently, sensuously pulling at her clit ring, stimulating the lips of her vulva?

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:44AM

inserting a large cucumber.............lubing it up......sliding it in......and then out.........slowly.......then quickly........then slowly again..........moaning in ecstasy......fingering her clit, tasting her own juices..............tweaking her hard, erect nipples, engorged with semen...................

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 01:47AM

......finally, coming to orgasm.......a crescendo of pleasures the likes of which most women dare not dream? Squealing uncontrollably in orgasmic rapture and erotic delight, an intoxicated high of engorged genital organs and sweet, slightly salty, bodily fluids........

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Posted by: Alias ()
Date: August 19, 2011 02:02AM

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 02:14AM

......she collapses in a sweaty, fleshy pile into her bed, like a ragdoll, exhausted and overwhelmed with a forbidden pleasure the likes of which she has never known........and, tremblingly, fumbles for her pack of Virginia Slims and her lighter..............desperately flicks a spark to a flame, bringing it to the tip of the long, thin white tube dangling precariously in her still quivering lips, still dripping the sweet, forbidden fluids, the forbidden fruits, of her erotic journey..........a puff of blue smoke, thick and billowing, erupts from her cherry red lips, even now still quivering, still glazed with the sweet, slightly salty flavor of her own vaginal fluids.........she removes the slim white tube from her lips, glowing a fiery orange at the smoldering tip.......creamy, silky smoke oozing from her nostrils, wafting ephemerally about the carnal tableau.......she rubs the throbbing mound between her alabaster legs, coyly slipping her forefinger inbetween her lips, shallowly, gently, flicking the silver ring in her glistening clit.........brings the cigarette back to her lips, drags slowly, deeply, the smoke drawn into her mouth, then snapped back with a wicked exuberance into her awaiting lungs.......lungs submerged in thick, billowy cigarette smoke, filled to their capacity, she holds it in, keeps holding it, savoring the deadly, delicious, aromatic poison now wafting about insider her slowly blackening lungs, coated with tar, until she can't breathe......and then begrudgingly releases her precious poison from within her charred lungs, up her throat, finally exhaling a thin, cone-shaped blue cloud of smoke, curling and twisting up into the air, now a blue haze of smoke exhaled from the blackened, tarred, cancerous lungs of a woman brought to the point of madness by a euphoric, unrelenting suite of forbidden orgasmic pleasures.......Alias crushed out her cigarette, ashes and spent butts spilling over onto her satin sheets, already stained with her own sweet juices, and residual smoke still thinly wafting from her mouth and nostrils, laid her head down, curls of her long, golden locks clinging with sweat to her temple and forehead, and sleepily closed her eyes.......drifting off in an aromatic haze of cigarette smoke and post-coital ecstasy, gently, peacefully, to sleep.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 02:15AM

Alias Wrote:
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> Mr. Misery Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > ......finally, coming to orgasm.......a
> crescendo
> > of pleasures the likes of which most women dare
> > not dream? Squealing uncontrollably in orgasmic
> > rapture and erotic delight, an intoxicated high
> of
> > engorged genital organs and sweet, slightly
> salty,
> > bodily fluids........
>
>
> That's what I was doing 10 minutes ago.
>
> Now, I'm reading the Bible with Numbers.


I wasn't finished yet. You're so sexy.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 02:19AM

I should write erotic fiction

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 02:19AM

tell me that wasn't hot

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 19, 2011 02:23AM

i'm gonna go jack off now, until i cum all over the place

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 20, 2011 02:39AM

i don't want to live; i'm going to kill myself tonight

bye

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: MrMisery ()
Date: August 20, 2011 07:18AM

Me? I'm not a drooler. I'm the assistant. I don't know what Miss Jones or Miss Kelsey could do without me. There are fifty-five low-grade droolers in this ward, and how could they ever all be fed if wasn't around? I like to feed droolers. They don't make trouble. They can't. Something's wrong with most of their legs and arms, and they can't talk. They're very low-grade. I can walk, and talk, and do things. You must be careful with the droolers and not feed them too fast. Then they choke. Miss Jones says I'm an expert. When a new nurse comes I show her how to do it. It's funny watching a new nurse try to feed them. She goes at it so slow and careful that supper time would be around before she finished shoving down their breakfast. Then I show her, because I'm an expert. Dr. Dalrymple says I am, and he ought to know. A drooler can eat twice as fast if you know how to make him.

My name's Miz. I'm twenty-eight years old. Everybody knows me in the institution. This is an institution, you know. It belongs to the State of Virginia and is run by politics. I know. I've been here a long time. Everybody trusts me. I run errands all over the place, when I'm not busy with the droolers. I like droolers. It makes me think how lucky I am that I ain't a drooler.

I like it here in the Home. I don't like the outside. I know. I've been around a bit, and run away, and adopted. Me for the Home, and for the drooling ward best of all. I don't look like a drooler, do I? You can tell the difference soon as you look at me. I'm an assistant, expert assistant. That's going some for a feeb. Feeb? Oh, that's feeble-minded. I thought you knew. We're all feebs in here.

But I'm a high-grade feeb. Dr. Dalrymple says I'm too smart to be in the Home, but I never let on. It's a pretty good place. And don't throw fits like lots of the feebs. You see that house up there through the trees. The high-grade epilecs all live in it by themselves. They're stuck up because they ain't just ordinary feebs. They call it the club house, and they say they're just as good as anybody outside, only they're sick. I don't like them much. They laugh at me, when they ain't busy throwing fits. But I don't care. I never have to be scared about falling down and busting my head. Sometimes they run around in circles trying to find a place to sit down quick, only they don't. Low-grade epilecs are disgusting, and high-grade epilecs put on airs. I'm glad I ain't an epilec. There ain't anything to them. They just talk big, that's all.

Miss Kelsey says I talk too much. But I talk sense, and that's more than the other feebs do. Dr. Dalrymple says I have the gift of language. I know it. You ought to hear me talk when I'm by myself, or when I've got a drooler to listen. Sometimes I think I'd like to be a politician, only it's too much trouble. They're all great talkers; that's how they hold their jobs.

Nobody's crazy in this institution. They're just feeble in their minds. Let me tell you something funny. There's about a dozen high-grade girls that set the tables in the big dining room. Sometimes when they're done ahead of time, they all sit down in chairs in a circle and talk. I sneak up to the door and listen, and I nearly die to keep from laughing. Do you want to know what they talk? It's like this. They don't say a word for a long time. And then one says, "Thank God I'm not feeble-minded." And all the rest nod their heads and look pleased. And then nobody says anything for a time. After which the next girl in the circle says, "Thank God I'm not feeble-minded," and they nod their heads all over again. And it goes on around the circle, and they never say anything else. Now they're real feebs, ain't they? I leave it to you. I'm not that kind of a feeb, thank God.

Sometimes I don't think I'm a feeb at all. I play in the band and read music. We're all supposed to be feebs in the band except the leader. He's crazy. We know it, but we never talk about it except amongst ourselves. His job is politics, too, and we don't want him to lose it. I play the drum. They can't get along without me in this institution. I was sick once, so I know. It's a wonder the drooling ward didn't break down while I was in hospital.

I could get out of here if I wanted to. I'm not so feeble as some might think. But I don't let on. I have too good a time. Besides, everything would run down if I went away. I'm afraid some time they'll find out I'm not a feeb and send me out into the world to earn my own living. I know the world, and I don't like it. The Home is fine enough for me.

You see how I grin sometimes. I can't help that. But I can put it on a lot. I'm not bad, though. I look at myself in the glass. My mouth is funny, I know that, and it lops down, and my teeth are bad. You can tell a feeb anywhere by looking at his mouth and teeth. But that doesn't prove I'm a feeb. It's just because I'm lucky that I look like one.

I know a lot. If I told you all I know, you'd be surprised. But when I don't want to know, or when they want me to do something don't want to do, I just let my mouth lop down and laugh and make foolish noises. I watch the foolish noises made by the low-grades, and I can fool anybody. And I know a lot of foolish noises. Miss Kelsey called me a fool the other day. She was very angry, and that was where I fooled her.

Miss Kelsey asked me once why I don't write a book about feebs. I was telling her what was the matter with little eesh. He's a drooler, you know, and I can always tell the way he twists his left eye what's the matter with him. So I was explaining it to Miss Kelsey, and, because she didn't know, it made her mad. But some day, mebbe, I'll write that book. Only it's so much trouble. Besides, I'd sooner talk.

Do you know what a micro is? It's the kind with the little heads no bigger than your fist. They're usually droolers, and they live a long time. The hydros don't drool. They have the big heads, and they're smarter. But they never grow up. They always die. I never look at one without thinking he's going to die. Sometimes, when I'm feeling lazy, or the nurse is mad at me, I wish I was a drooler with nothing to do and somebody to feed me. But I guess I'd sooner talk and be what I am.

Only yesterday Doctor Dalrymple said to me, "Miz," he said, "just don't know what I'd do without you." And he ought to know, seeing as he's had the bossing of a thousand feebs for going on two years. Dr. Whatcomb was before him. They get appointed, you know. It's politics. I've seen a whole lot of doctors here in my time. I was here before any of them. I've been in this institution twenty-five years. No, I've got no complaints. The institution couldn't be run better.

It's a snap to be a high-grade feeb. Just look at Doctor Dalrymple. He has troubles. He holds his job by politics. You bet we high-graders talk politics. We know all about it, and it's bad. An institution like this oughtn't to be run on politics. Look at Doctor Dalrymple. He's been here two years and learned a lot. Then politics will come along and throw him out and send a new doctor who don't know anything about feebs.

I've been acquainted with just thousands of nurses in my time. Some of them are nice. But they come and go. Most of the women get married. Sometimes I think I'd like to get married. I spoke to Dr. Whatcomb about it once, but he told me he was very sorry, because feebs ain't allowed to get married. I've been in love. She was a nurse. won't tell you her name. She had blue eyes, and yellow hair, and a kind voice, and she liked me. She told me so. And she always told me to be a good boy. And I was, too, until afterward, and then I ran away. You see, she went off and got married, and she didn't tell me about it.

I guess being married ain't what it's cracked up to be. Dr. Anglin and his wife used to fight. I've seen them. And once I heard her call him a feeb. Now nobody has a right to call anybody a feeb that ain't. Dr. Anglin got awful mad when she called him that. But he didn't last long. Politics drove him out, and Doctor Mandeville came. He didn't have a wife. I heard him talking one time with the engineer. The engineer and his wife fought like cats and dogs, and that day Doctor Mandeville told him he was damn glad he wasn't tied to no petticoats. A petticoat is a skirt. I knew what he meant, if I was a feeb. But never let on. You hear lots when you don't let on.

I've seen a lot in my time. Once I was adopted, and went away on the railroad over forty miles to live with a man named Mr. Radiophile and his wife. They had a ranch. Doctor Anglin said I was strong and bright, and I said I was, too. That was because I wanted to be adopted. And Mr. Radiophile said he'd give me a good home, and the lawyers fixed up the papers.

But I soon made up my mind that a ranch was no place for me. Mrs. Radiophile was scared to death of me and wouldn't let me sleep in the house. They fixed up the woodshed and made me sleep there. had to get up at four o'clock and feed the horses, and milk cows, and carry the milk to the neighbours. They called it chores, but it kept me going all day. I chopped wood, and cleaned chicken houses, and weeded vegetables, and did most everything on the place. I never had any fun. I hadn't no time.

Let me tell you one thing. I'd sooner feed mush and milk to feebs than milk cows with the frost on the ground. Mrs. Radiophile was scared to let me play with her children. And I was scared, too. They used to make faces at me when nobody was looking, and call me "Looney." Everybody called me Looney Miz. And the other boys in the neighbourhood threw rocks at me. You never see anything like that in the Home here. The feebs are better behaved.

Mrs. Radiophile used to pinch me and pull my hair when she thought was too slow, and I only made foolish noises and went slower. She said I'd be the death of her some day. I left the boards off the old well in the pasture, and the pretty new calf fell in and got drowned. Then Mr. Radiophile said he was going to give me a licking. He did, too. He took a strap halter and went at me. It was awful. I'd never had a licking in my life. They don't do such things in the Home, which is why I say the Home is the place for me.

I know the law, and I knew he had no right to lick me with a strap halter. That was being cruel, and the guardianship papers said he mustn't be cruel. I didn't say anything. I just waited, which shows you what kind of a feeb I am. I waited a long time, and got slower, and made more foolish noises; but he wouldn't send me back to the Home, which was what I wanted. But one day, it was the first of the month, Mrs. Brown gave me three dollars, which was for her milk bill with Mr. Radiophile. That was in the morning. When I brought the milk in the evening I was to bring back the receipt. But I didn't. I just walked down to the station, bought a ticket like any one, and rode on the train back to the Home. That's the kind of a feeb I am.

Doctor Anglin was gone then, and Doctor Mandeville had his place. I walked right into his office. He didn't know me. "Hello," he said, "this ain't visiting day." "I ain't a visitor," I said. "I'm Miz. I belong here." Then he whistled and showed he was surprised. I told him all about it, and showed him the marks of the strap halter, and he got madder and madder all the time and said he'd attend to Mr. Radiophile's case.

And mebbe you think some of them little droolers weren't glad to see me.

I walked right into the ward. There was a new nurse feeding little eesh. "Hold on," I said. "That ain't the way. Don't you see how he's twisting that left eye? Let me show you." Mebbe she thought was a new doctor, for she just gave me the spoon, and I guess I filled little eesh up with the most comfortable meal he'd had since I went away. Droolers ain't bad when you understand them. I heard Miss Jones tell Miss Kelsey once that I had an amazing gift in handling droolers.

Some day, mebbe, I'm going to talk with Doctor Dalrymple and get him to give me a declaration that I ain't a feeb. Then I'll get him to make me a real assistant in the drooling ward, with forty dollars a month and my board. And then I'll marry Miss Jones and live right on here. And if she won't have me, I'll marry Miss Kelsey or some other nurse. There's lots of them that want to get married. And I won't care if my wife gets mad and calls me a feeb. What's the good? And I guess when one's learned to put up with droolers a wife won't be much worse.

I didn't tell you about when I ran away. I hadn't no idea of such a thing, and it was Harry and Joe who put me up to it. They're high-grade epilecs, you know. I'd been up to Doctor Wilson's office with a message, and was going back to the drooling ward, when I saw Harry and Joe hiding around the corner of the gymnasium and making motions to me. I went over to them.

"Hello," Joe said. "How's droolers?"

"Fine," I said. "Had any fits lately?"

That made them mad, and I was going on, when Joe said, "We're running away. Come on."

"What for?" I said.

"We're going up over the top of the mountain," Joe said.

"And find a gold mine," said Harry. "We don't have fits any more. We're cured."

"All right," I said. And we sneaked around back of the gymnasium and in among the trees. Mebbe we walked along about ten minutes, when I stopped.

"What's the matter?" said Joe.

"Wait," I said. "I got to go back."

"What for?" said Joe.

And I said, "To get little eesh."

And they said I couldn't, and got mad. But I didn't care. knew they'd wait. You see, I've been here twenty-five years, and I know the back trails that lead up the mountain, and Harry and Joe didn't know those trails. That's why they wanted me to come.

So I went back and got little eesh. He can't walk, or talk, or do anything except drool, and I had to carry him in my arms. We went on past the last hayfield, which was as far as I'd ever gone. Then the woods and brush got so thick, and me not finding any more trail, we followed the cow-path down to a big creek and crawled through the fence which showed where the Home land stopped.

We climbed up the big hill on the other side of the creek. It was all big trees, and no brush, but it was so steep and slippery with dead leaves we could hardly walk. By and by we came to a real bad place. It was forty feet across, and if you slipped you'd fall a thousand feet, or mebbe a hundred. Anyway, you wouldn't fall -- just slide. I went across first, carrying little eesh. Joe came next. But Harry got scared right in the middle and sat down.

"I'm going to have a fit," he said.

"No, you're not," said Joe. "Because if you was you wouldn't 'a' sat down. You take all your fits standing."

"This is a different kind of a fit," said Harry, beginning to cry.

He shook and shook, but just because he wanted to he couldn't scare up the least kind of a fit.

Joe got mad and used awful language. But that didn't help none. So I talked soft and kind to Harry. That's the way to handle feebs. If you get mad, they get worse. I know. I'm that way myself. That's why I was almost the death of Mrs. Radiophile. She got mad.

It was getting along in the afternoon, and I knew we had to be on our way, so I said to Joe:

"Here, stop your cussing and hold eesh. I'll go back and get him."

And I did, too; but he was so scared and dizzy he crawled along on hands and knees while I helped him. When I got him across and took eesh back in my arms, I heard somebody laugh and looked down. And there was a man and woman on horseback looking up at us. He had a gun on his saddle, and it was her who was laughing.

"Who in hell's that?" said Joe, getting scared. "Somebody to catch us?"

"Shut up your cussing," I said to him. "That is the man who owns this ranch."

"How do you do, Mr. Weidemann," I said down to him.

"Hello," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"We're running away," I said.

And he said, "Good luck. But be sure and get back before dark."

"But this is a real running away," I said.

And then both he and his wife laughed.

"All right," he said. "Good luck just the same. But watch out the bears and mountain lions don't get you when it gets dark."

Then they rode away laughing, pleasant like; but I wished he hadn't said that about the bears and mountain lions.

After we got around the hill, I found a trail, and we went much faster. Harry didn't have any more signs of fits, and began laughing and talking about gold mines. The trouble was with little eesh. He was almost as big as me. You see, all the time I'd been calling him little eesh, he'd been growing up. He was so heavy I couldn't keep up with Joe and Harry. I was all out of breath. So I told them they'd have to take turns in carrying him, which they said they wouldn't. Then I said I'd leave them and they'd get lost, and the mountain lions and bears would eat them. Harry looked like he was going to have a fit right there, and Joe said, "Give him to me." And after that we carried him in turn.

We kept right on up that mountain. I don't think there was any gold mine, but we might 'a' got to the top and found it, if we hadn't lost the trail, and if it hadn't got dark, and if little eesh hadn't tired us all out carrying him. Lots of feebs are scared of the dark, and Joe said he was going to have a fit right there. Only he didn't. I never saw such an unlucky boy. He never could throw a fit when he wanted to. Some of the feebs can throw fits as quick as a wink.

By and by it got real black, and we were hungry, and we didn't have no fire. You see, they don't let feebs carry matches, and all we could do was just shiver. And we'd never thought about being hungry. You see, feebs always have their food ready for them, and that's why it's better to be a feeb than earning your living in the world.

And worse than everything was the quiet. There was only one thing worse, and it was the noises. There was all kinds of noises every once in a while, with quiet spells in between. I reckon they were rabbits, but they made noises in the brush like wild animals -- you know, rustle rustle, thump, bump, crackle crackle, just like that. First Harry got a fit, a real one, and Joe threw a terrible one. I don't mind fits in the Home with everybody around. But out in the woods on a dark night is different. You listen to me, and never go hunting gold mines with epilecs, even if they are high-grade.

I never had such an awful night. When Joe and Harry weren't throwing fits they were making believe, and in the darkness the shivers from the cold which I couldn't see seemed like fits, too. And I shivered so hard I thought I was getting fits myself. And little eesh, with nothing to eat, just drooled and drooled. I never seen him as bad as that before. Why, he twisted that left eye of his until it ought to have dropped out. I couldn't see it, but I could tell from the movements he made. And Joe just lay and cussed and cussed, and Harry cried and wished he was back in the Home.

We didn't die, and next morning we went right back the way we'd come. And little eesh got awful heavy. Doctor Wilson was mad as could be, and said I was the worst feeb in the institution, along with Joe and Harry. But Miss Alias, who was a nurse in the drooling ward then, just put her arms around me and cried, she was that happy I'd got back. I thought right there that mebbe I'd marry her. But only a month afterward she got married to the plumber that came up from the city to fix the gutter-pipes of the new hospital. And little eesh never twisted his eye for two days, it was that tired.

Next time I run away I'm going right over that mountain. But I ain't going to take epilecs along. They ain't never cured, and when they get scared or excited they throw fits to beat the band. But I'll take little eesh. Somehow I can't get along without him. And, anyway, I ain't going to run away. The drooling ward's a better snap than gold mines, and I hear there's a new nurse coming. Besides, little eesh's bigger than I am now, and I could never carry him over a mountain. And he's growing bigger every day. It's astonishing.

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Re: Fairfax Underground After Dark
Posted by: Mr. Misery ()
Date: August 20, 2011 06:58PM

MrMisery Wrote:
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> Me? I'm not a drooler. I'm the assistant. I don't
> know what Miss Jones or Miss Kelsey could do
> without me. There are fifty-five low-grade
> droolers in this ward, and how could they ever all
> be fed if wasn't around? I like to feed droolers.
> They don't make trouble. They can't. Something's
> wrong with most of their legs and arms, and they
> can't talk. They're very low-grade. I can walk,
> and talk, and do things. You must be careful with
> the droolers and not feed them too fast. Then they
> choke. Miss Jones says I'm an expert. When a new
> nurse comes I show her how to do it. It's funny
> watching a new nurse try to feed them. She goes at
> it so slow and careful that supper time would be
> around before she finished shoving down their
> breakfast. Then I show her, because I'm an expert.
> Dr. Dalrymple says I am, and he ought to know. A
> drooler can eat twice as fast if you know how to
> make him.
>
> My name's Miz. I'm twenty-eight years old.
> Everybody knows me in the institution. This is an
> institution, you know. It belongs to the State of
> Virginia and is run by politics. I know. I've been
> here a long time. Everybody trusts me. I run
> errands all over the place, when I'm not busy with
> the droolers. I like droolers. It makes me think
> how lucky I am that I ain't a drooler.
>
> I like it here in the Home. I don't like the
> outside. I know. I've been around a bit, and run
> away, and adopted. Me for the Home, and for the
> drooling ward best of all. I don't look like a
> drooler, do I? You can tell the difference soon as
> you look at me. I'm an assistant, expert
> assistant. That's going some for a feeb. Feeb? Oh,
> that's feeble-minded. I thought you knew. We're
> all feebs in here.
>
> But I'm a high-grade feeb. Dr. Dalrymple says I'm
> too smart to be in the Home, but I never let on.
> It's a pretty good place. And don't throw fits
> like lots of the feebs. You see that house up
> there through the trees. The high-grade epilecs
> all live in it by themselves. They're stuck up
> because they ain't just ordinary feebs. They call
> it the club house, and they say they're just as
> good as anybody outside, only they're sick. I
> don't like them much. They laugh at me, when they
> ain't busy throwing fits. But I don't care. I
> never have to be scared about falling down and
> busting my head. Sometimes they run around in
> circles trying to find a place to sit down quick,
> only they don't. Low-grade epilecs are disgusting,
> and high-grade epilecs put on airs. I'm glad I
> ain't an epilec. There ain't anything to them.
> They just talk big, that's all.
>
> Miss Kelsey says I talk too much. But I talk
> sense, and that's more than the other feebs do.
> Dr. Dalrymple says I have the gift of language. I
> know it. You ought to hear me talk when I'm by
> myself, or when I've got a drooler to listen.
> Sometimes I think I'd like to be a politician,
> only it's too much trouble. They're all great
> talkers; that's how they hold their jobs.
>
> Nobody's crazy in this institution. They're just
> feeble in their minds. Let me tell you something
> funny. There's about a dozen high-grade girls that
> set the tables in the big dining room. Sometimes
> when they're done ahead of time, they all sit down
> in chairs in a circle and talk. I sneak up to the
> door and listen, and I nearly die to keep from
> laughing. Do you want to know what they talk? It's
> like this. They don't say a word for a long time.
> And then one says, "Thank God I'm not
> feeble-minded." And all the rest nod their heads
> and look pleased. And then nobody says anything
> for a time. After which the next girl in the
> circle says, "Thank God I'm not feeble-minded,"
> and they nod their heads all over again. And it
> goes on around the circle, and they never say
> anything else. Now they're real feebs, ain't they?
> I leave it to you. I'm not that kind of a feeb,
> thank God.
>
> Sometimes I don't think I'm a feeb at all. I play
> in the band and read music. We're all supposed to
> be feebs in the band except the leader. He's
> crazy. We know it, but we never talk about it
> except amongst ourselves. His job is politics,
> too, and we don't want him to lose it. I play the
> drum. They can't get along without me in this
> institution. I was sick once, so I know. It's a
> wonder the drooling ward didn't break down while I
> was in hospital.
>
> I could get out of here if I wanted to. I'm not so
> feeble as some might think. But I don't let on. I
> have too good a time. Besides, everything would
> run down if I went away. I'm afraid some time
> they'll find out I'm not a feeb and send me out
> into the world to earn my own living. I know the
> world, and I don't like it. The Home is fine
> enough for me.
>
> You see how I grin sometimes. I can't help that.
> But I can put it on a lot. I'm not bad, though. I
> look at myself in the glass. My mouth is funny, I
> know that, and it lops down, and my teeth are bad.
> You can tell a feeb anywhere by looking at his
> mouth and teeth. But that doesn't prove I'm a
> feeb. It's just because I'm lucky that I look like
> one.
>
> I know a lot. If I told you all I know, you'd be
> surprised. But when I don't want to know, or when
> they want me to do something don't want to do, I
> just let my mouth lop down and laugh and make
> foolish noises. I watch the foolish noises made by
> the low-grades, and I can fool anybody. And I know
> a lot of foolish noises. Miss Kelsey called me a
> fool the other day. She was very angry, and that
> was where I fooled her.
>
> Miss Kelsey asked me once why I don't write a book
> about feebs. I was telling her what was the matter
> with little eesh. He's a drooler, you know, and I
> can always tell the way he twists his left eye
> what's the matter with him. So I was explaining it
> to Miss Kelsey, and, because she didn't know, it
> made her mad. But some day, mebbe, I'll write that
> book. Only it's so much trouble. Besides, I'd
> sooner talk.
>
> Do you know what a micro is? It's the kind with
> the little heads no bigger than your fist. They're
> usually droolers, and they live a long time. The
> hydros don't drool. They have the big heads, and
> they're smarter. But they never grow up. They
> always die. I never look at one without thinking
> he's going to die. Sometimes, when I'm feeling
> lazy, or the nurse is mad at me, I wish I was a
> drooler with nothing to do and somebody to feed
> me. But I guess I'd sooner talk and be what I am.
>
> Only yesterday Doctor Dalrymple said to me, "Miz,"
> he said, "just don't know what I'd do without
> you." And he ought to know, seeing as he's had the
> bossing of a thousand feebs for going on two
> years. Dr. Whatcomb was before him. They get
> appointed, you know. It's politics. I've seen a
> whole lot of doctors here in my time. I was here
> before any of them. I've been in this institution
> twenty-five years. No, I've got no complaints. The
> institution couldn't be run better.
>
> It's a snap to be a high-grade feeb. Just look at
> Doctor Dalrymple. He has troubles. He holds his
> job by politics. You bet we high-graders talk
> politics. We know all about it, and it's bad. An
> institution like this oughtn't to be run on
> politics. Look at Doctor Dalrymple. He's been here
> two years and learned a lot. Then politics will
> come along and throw him out and send a new doctor
> who don't know anything about feebs.
>
> I've been acquainted with just thousands of nurses
> in my time. Some of them are nice. But they come
> and go. Most of the women get married. Sometimes I
> think I'd like to get married. I spoke to Dr.
> Whatcomb about it once, but he told me he was very
> sorry, because feebs ain't allowed to get married.
> I've been in love. She was a nurse. won't tell you
> her name. She had blue eyes, and yellow hair, and
> a kind voice, and she liked me. She told me so.
> And she always told me to be a good boy. And I
> was, too, until afterward, and then I ran away.
> You see, she went off and got married, and she
> didn't tell me about it.
>
> I guess being married ain't what it's cracked up
> to be. Dr. Anglin and his wife used to fight. I've
> seen them. And once I heard her call him a feeb.
> Now nobody has a right to call anybody a feeb that
> ain't. Dr. Anglin got awful mad when she called
> him that. But he didn't last long. Politics drove
> him out, and Doctor Mandeville came. He didn't
> have a wife. I heard him talking one time with the
> engineer. The engineer and his wife fought like
> cats and dogs, and that day Doctor Mandeville told
> him he was damn glad he wasn't tied to no
> petticoats. A petticoat is a skirt. I knew what he
> meant, if I was a feeb. But never let on. You hear
> lots when you don't let on.
>
> I've seen a lot in my time. Once I was adopted,
> and went away on the railroad over forty miles to
> live with a man named Mr. Radiophile and his wife.
> They had a ranch. Doctor Anglin said I was strong
> and bright, and I said I was, too. That was
> because I wanted to be adopted. And Mr. Radiophile
> said he'd give me a good home, and the lawyers
> fixed up the papers.
>
> But I soon made up my mind that a ranch was no
> place for me. Mrs. Radiophile was scared to death
> of me and wouldn't let me sleep in the house. They
> fixed up the woodshed and made me sleep there. had
> to get up at four o'clock and feed the horses, and
> milk cows, and carry the milk to the neighbours.
> They called it chores, but it kept me going all
> day. I chopped wood, and cleaned chicken houses,
> and weeded vegetables, and did most everything on
> the place. I never had any fun. I hadn't no time.
>
> Let me tell you one thing. I'd sooner feed mush
> and milk to feebs than milk cows with the frost on
> the ground. Mrs. Radiophile was scared to let me
> play with her children. And I was scared, too.
> They used to make faces at me when nobody was
> looking, and call me "Looney." Everybody called me
> Looney Miz. And the other boys in the
> neighbourhood threw rocks at me. You never see
> anything like that in the Home here. The feebs are
> better behaved.
>
> Mrs. Radiophile used to pinch me and pull my hair
> when she thought was too slow, and I only made
> foolish noises and went slower. She said I'd be
> the death of her some day. I left the boards off
> the old well in the pasture, and the pretty new
> calf fell in and got drowned. Then Mr. Radiophile
> said he was going to give me a licking. He did,
> too. He took a strap halter and went at me. It was
> awful. I'd never had a licking in my life. They
> don't do such things in the Home, which is why I
> say the Home is the place for me.
>
> I know the law, and I knew he had no right to lick
> me with a strap halter. That was being cruel, and
> the guardianship papers said he mustn't be cruel.
> I didn't say anything. I just waited, which shows
> you what kind of a feeb I am. I waited a long
> time, and got slower, and made more foolish
> noises; but he wouldn't send me back to the Home,
> which was what I wanted. But one day, it was the
> first of the month, Mrs. Brown gave me three
> dollars, which was for her milk bill with Mr.
> Radiophile. That was in the morning. When I
> brought the milk in the evening I was to bring
> back the receipt. But I didn't. I just walked down
> to the station, bought a ticket like any one, and
> rode on the train back to the Home. That's the
> kind of a feeb I am.
>
> Doctor Anglin was gone then, and Doctor Mandeville
> had his place. I walked right into his office. He
> didn't know me. "Hello," he said, "this ain't
> visiting day." "I ain't a visitor," I said. "I'm
> Miz. I belong here." Then he whistled and showed
> he was surprised. I told him all about it, and
> showed him the marks of the strap halter, and he
> got madder and madder all the time and said he'd
> attend to Mr. Radiophile's case.
>
> And mebbe you think some of them little droolers
> weren't glad to see me.
>
> I walked right into the ward. There was a new
> nurse feeding little eesh. "Hold on," I said.
> "That ain't the way. Don't you see how he's
> twisting that left eye? Let me show you." Mebbe
> she thought was a new doctor, for she just gave me
> the spoon, and I guess I filled little eesh up
> with the most comfortable meal he'd had since I
> went away. Droolers ain't bad when you understand
> them. I heard Miss Jones tell Miss Kelsey once
> that I had an amazing gift in handling droolers.
>
> Some day, mebbe, I'm going to talk with Doctor
> Dalrymple and get him to give me a declaration
> that I ain't a feeb. Then I'll get him to make me
> a real assistant in the drooling ward, with forty
> dollars a month and my board. And then I'll marry
> Miss Jones and live right on here. And if she
> won't have me, I'll marry Miss Kelsey or some
> other nurse. There's lots of them that want to get
> married. And I won't care if my wife gets mad and
> calls me a feeb. What's the good? And I guess when
> one's learned to put up with droolers a wife won't
> be much worse.
>
> I didn't tell you about when I ran away. I hadn't
> no idea of such a thing, and it was Harry and Joe
> who put me up to it. They're high-grade epilecs,
> you know. I'd been up to Doctor Wilson's office
> with a message, and was going back to the drooling
> ward, when I saw Harry and Joe hiding around the
> corner of the gymnasium and making motions to me.
> I went over to them.
>
> "Hello," Joe said. "How's droolers?"
>
> "Fine," I said. "Had any fits lately?"
>
> That made them mad, and I was going on, when Joe
> said, "We're running away. Come on."
>
> "What for?" I said.
>
> "We're going up over the top of the mountain," Joe
> said.
>
> "And find a gold mine," said Harry. "We don't have
> fits any more. We're cured."
>
> "All right," I said. And we sneaked around back of
> the gymnasium and in among the trees. Mebbe we
> walked along about ten minutes, when I stopped.
>
> "What's the matter?" said Joe.
>
> "Wait," I said. "I got to go back."
>
> "What for?" said Joe.
>
> And I said, "To get little eesh."
>
> And they said I couldn't, and got mad. But I
> didn't care. knew they'd wait. You see, I've been
> here twenty-five years, and I know the back trails
> that lead up the mountain, and Harry and Joe
> didn't know those trails. That's why they wanted
> me to come.
>
> So I went back and got little eesh. He can't walk,
> or talk, or do anything except drool, and I had to
> carry him in my arms. We went on past the last
> hayfield, which was as far as I'd ever gone. Then
> the woods and brush got so thick, and me not
> finding any more trail, we followed the cow-path
> down to a big creek and crawled through the fence
> which showed where the Home land stopped.
>
> We climbed up the big hill on the other side of
> the creek. It was all big trees, and no brush, but
> it was so steep and slippery with dead leaves we
> could hardly walk. By and by we came to a real bad
> place. It was forty feet across, and if you
> slipped you'd fall a thousand feet, or mebbe a
> hundred. Anyway, you wouldn't fall -- just slide.
> I went across first, carrying little eesh. Joe
> came next. But Harry got scared right in the
> middle and sat down.
>
> "I'm going to have a fit," he said.
>
> "No, you're not," said Joe. "Because if you was
> you wouldn't 'a' sat down. You take all your fits
> standing."
>
> "This is a different kind of a fit," said Harry,
> beginning to cry.
>
> He shook and shook, but just because he wanted to
> he couldn't scare up the least kind of a fit.
>
> Joe got mad and used awful language. But that
> didn't help none. So I talked soft and kind to
> Harry. That's the way to handle feebs. If you get
> mad, they get worse. I know. I'm that way myself.
> That's why I was almost the death of Mrs.
> Radiophile. She got mad.
>
> It was getting along in the afternoon, and I knew
> we had to be on our way, so I said to Joe:
>
> "Here, stop your cussing and hold eesh. I'll go
> back and get him."
>
> And I did, too; but he was so scared and dizzy he
> crawled along on hands and knees while I helped
> him. When I got him across and took eesh back in
> my arms, I heard somebody laugh and looked down.
> And there was a man and woman on horseback looking
> up at us. He had a gun on his saddle, and it was
> her who was laughing.
>
> "Who in hell's that?" said Joe, getting scared.
> "Somebody to catch us?"
>
> "Shut up your cussing," I said to him. "That is
> the man who owns this ranch."
>
> "How do you do, Mr. Weidemann," I said down to
> him.
>
> "Hello," he said. "What are you doing here?"
>
> "We're running away," I said.
>
> And he said, "Good luck. But be sure and get back
> before dark."
>
> "But this is a real running away," I said.
>
> And then both he and his wife laughed.
>
> "All right," he said. "Good luck just the same.
> But watch out the bears and mountain lions don't
> get you when it gets dark."
>
> Then they rode away laughing, pleasant like; but I
> wished he hadn't said that about the bears and
> mountain lions.
>
> After we got around the hill, I found a trail, and
> we went much faster. Harry didn't have any more
> signs of fits, and began laughing and talking
> about gold mines. The trouble was with little
> eesh. He was almost as big as me. You see, all the
> time I'd been calling him little eesh, he'd been
> growing up. He was so heavy I couldn't keep up
> with Joe and Harry. I was all out of breath. So I
> told them they'd have to take turns in carrying
> him, which they said they wouldn't. Then I said
> I'd leave them and they'd get lost, and the
> mountain lions and bears would eat them. Harry
> looked like he was going to have a fit right
> there, and Joe said, "Give him to me." And after
> that we carried him in turn.
>
> We kept right on up that mountain. I don't think
> there was any gold mine, but we might 'a' got to
> the top and found it, if we hadn't lost the trail,
> and if it hadn't got dark, and if little eesh
> hadn't tired us all out carrying him. Lots of
> feebs are scared of the dark, and Joe said he was
> going to have a fit right there. Only he didn't. I
> never saw such an unlucky boy. He never could
> throw a fit when he wanted to. Some of the feebs
> can throw fits as quick as a wink.
>
> By and by it got real black, and we were hungry,
> and we didn't have no fire. You see, they don't
> let feebs carry matches, and all we could do was
> just shiver. And we'd never thought about being
> hungry. You see, feebs always have their food
> ready for them, and that's why it's better to be a
> feeb than earning your living in the world.
>
> And worse than everything was the quiet. There was
> only one thing worse, and it was the noises. There
> was all kinds of noises every once in a while,
> with quiet spells in between. I reckon they were
> rabbits, but they made noises in the brush like
> wild animals -- you know, rustle rustle, thump,
> bump, crackle crackle, just like that. First Harry
> got a fit, a real one, and Joe threw a terrible
> one. I don't mind fits in the Home with everybody
> around. But out in the woods on a dark night is
> different. You listen to me, and never go hunting
> gold mines with epilecs, even if they are
> high-grade.
>
> I never had such an awful night. When Joe and
> Harry weren't throwing fits they were making
> believe, and in the darkness the shivers from the
> cold which I couldn't see seemed like fits, too.
> And I shivered so hard I thought I was getting
> fits myself. And little eesh, with nothing to eat,
> just drooled and drooled. I never seen him as bad
> as that before. Why, he twisted that left eye of
> his until it ought to have dropped out. I couldn't
> see it, but I could tell from the movements he
> made. And Joe just lay and cussed and cussed, and
> Harry cried and wished he was back in the Home.
>
> We didn't die, and next morning we went right back
> the way we'd come. And little eesh got awful
> heavy. Doctor Wilson was mad as could be, and said
> I was the worst feeb in the institution, along
> with Joe and Harry. But Miss Alias, who was a
> nurse in the drooling ward then, just put her arms
> around me and cried, she was that happy I'd got
> back. I thought right there that mebbe I'd marry
> her. But only a month afterward she got married to
> the plumber that came up from the city to fix the
> gutter-pipes of the new hospital. And little eesh
> never twisted his eye for two days, it was that
> tired.
>
> Next time I run away I'm going right over that
> mountain. But I ain't going to take epilecs along.
> They ain't never cured, and when they get scared
> or excited they throw fits to beat the band. But
> I'll take little eesh. Somehow I can't get along
> without him. And, anyway, I ain't going to run
> away. The drooling ward's a better snap than gold
> mines, and I hear there's a new nurse coming.
> Besides, little eesh's bigger than I am now, and I
> could never carry him over a mountain. And he's
> growing bigger every day. It's astonishing.
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Date: August 20, 2011 10:07PM

Got to.

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