MTG Salvation

I never was a big fan of Sigmund "The Blow Monster" Freud.

I mean, I did a lot of drugs, made broad assumptions on humanity and have been attracted to my relatives before too. But I never had the balls to try and pass off my own coke fueled ramblings on wanting to make out with my cute cousin as having some deep psychological relevance to all other humans.

Anywho, so I thought I'd take some time out to write a long and boring thesis regarding my views on fetishism in comparison to those of Mr. Freud's.

I ask, is everything we say and do really just traced back to wanting to screw our moms, or was Freud just trying to compensate for his own awkward fantasies by insisting that he's not alone in them?

Mr. Snortsalot would suggest that foot fetishism relates back to infancy and our view of our mothers from our height at that time. Crawling around on all 4s, often all we could see was our mother's feet. We associate those feet with comfort and safety and it develops into a fetish later in life.

If all sexuality really stems back to feelings we've had towards our mother as an infant, Explain coprophilia? Better yet, save that for another time. Some people are a little uptight about certain words and thoughts in here. Let's just hope anyone dumb enough to be offended wouldn't be smart enough to know what to be offended by.

Personally, I believe that certain folk have this predilection due to the general idea that barefeet are often associated with more intimate places. More often then not, if someone is barefoot they're relaxing in their home watching TV, reading a book, or laying down for sleep. All these are places where physical intimacy would be considered appropriate.

In a similar vein, I feel much of it has to do with the rareness of seeing a persons barefeet. Often in public most people are wearing shoes/boots which fully cover the feet. I feel this makes them more desirable, as it implies that they require the same level of privacy that might be associated with genetalia. This of course goes back to my previous suggestions about barefeet being related to more intimate and private times and places.

I believe all or most of the interests we have, be them of a sexual nature or a simple preference for a certain colour or smell are inherent from birth and are different in every individual.

This is to say that it's not so much the developmental stages of a child's life that shape his or her attractions for the rest of it's adult life. As much as these attractions we're already there and give each individual child predilections towards certain behaviour from birth which shape their development as much their development shapes them.

Either that, or that whole theory about certain areas of the cortex relating to the genitalia being really close to nerve centers relating to the feet.

That would explain why my feet bleed for a few days each month and those horribly embarrassing symptoms of athletes va............

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Current Mood: A soul crushing moment of self realization

Current Music: Aqua - Candyman

If you think about it, Mexicans are kind of like the new slaves in a way.......

I walked into the room, there was short curly hair trimmings scattered about the bathroom floor.

"Please, it's not what you're thinking!", he said to me. "Those are from my head, it's all above the belt".

They were black and shiny, like my new guitar or Taye Diggs. It reminded me of those awkward moments following my youth. Hairy, uncouth and dirty moments, times when curiosity swelled into lust. But not the same lust the other kids my age were feeling. This was dark and perverse.

Not unlike the hairs that were scattered about the floor

I'm thinking of buying stock in the dual action cleanse. But I wonder, if it's only cleaning out your colon, why do they call it "dual action" what else is it doing?

Nevertheless, I feel this is a solid investment. The people I've given it too seemed really happy with the product. I recall one person talking about actually being able to jump rope with what he pulled out of him.

"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me" - Hunter S. Thompson

And with that I turn to old friends. Everything in my mind, alongside the voices of the new friends tell me not to. But there's a sickness in me stronger then any voice of reason.

All to often I can validate these feelings with the thought of "It's not like you've got much left to lose". I find I am quite adept at convincing myself of all the reasons I should engage in all the things I want, but desperately don't need.

Tis my greatest gift, my ability to be consistently mediocre no matter what opportunity comes by to better myself.

I feel ya Michael, I feel ya!

I remember when I was just a young lass, I was in a hotel room with my ex-dad. And I wanted to do something nice for him, whilst he was away in the john.

So I saw his cup of soda and thought I would try and make it sweeter by pouring what I "thought" was sugar into it.

So my dad comes back from the bathroom, takes a swig from his soda and sees my smiling face looking up at him.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU KID!!!" he shouted as he flung the cup at me.

I stood there covered in sticky soda and crying for a bit when I finally realized it was salt I had poured in his soda. (Dad shouting "WHY THE F**K DID YOU PUT SALT IN MY PEPSI!!!" is what tipped me off)

I thought this whole event was really symbolic in a way.
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Current Musick: Courtney Love - Hold On To Me

Current Mood: Horny, I think......

There's a small circus in town in my skull. Most of the performers have long passed away, but this does not mean that they've ceased performing.

I let them stay there, mostly for the music they create, for the ideas they bring to the table. But seriously, mostly for the music they create. A sort of mix of a broken calliope and children screaming. If only I knew what they were screaming about, I could tell from their tones, these aren't screams of joy, they're afraid of something, I just don't know what it is.

Most of the walls I've put up in my mind have been painted brown. However these walls do not protect me from thoughts I'm uncomfortable with, nor do they protect thoughts that are already there from being scrutinized or put on display. They're simply there for decoration. It's just a shame I hate the colour brown so much.

Well I'll be tickled, we have blogs?!

I'm gonna ASSume this is something we've had for like years and I only now realized.

I like to write things, I'm not sure though how strong the police arms are on here. Are they as strong as they are on the forums? If they don't like my poetry could mijn own entries be labeled as spam?

I'll start off with a piece I crapped out about 2 weeks ago. About when the free masons got really pissed off and decided to kick the fear mongering up a notch:

A man is walking to his car when he witnesses another man standing next to his car with his pants down around his ankles and his genitalia inserted into the gas tank.

The enraged car owner drops his groceries on the floor and rushes at the man screaming "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY CAAAAAR!!!"

The man turns to the screamer with his member in hand, revealing a thick shiny black fluid dripping from the tip.

"I'm DOING you a favour" Say the man before pulling up his pants and walking away.

Happy 9/11 everybody. If we mourn forever we let the american government win. So please, smile for your loved ones, they would have wanted it that way

I sure hope people can't comment on this. The last thing I wanna hear is pompous magic nerds yelling their opinions at me. I mean this is my journal, right? Only I get to yell.