"The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you." 'Infinite Jest', David Foster Wallace'Are we awake?'If you like it simple. If you like it apple pie, boil-in-the-bag, red ribbon-wrapped, clean until the squeak hurts your ears, 'here's one we made earlier', one-size-fits-all, ignite on the first strike, hello-goodbye, Capital 'S' simple, then the truth may hurt. Maybe a little too much. You will never find me as you left me.'Am I too old to be this stoned?'I am 44, but not for long. I am contented but not happy. I am a mess of contradictions in a world seeking symmetry and neat straight lines. I live in Germany, but I am not German, much as I live in the world but am not of it. And, no: I am not 'in the military'. Not every non-German is here living in barracks and doing forced marches at 6am, you know! If you ask me things such as 'What brought you here today?' I will answer 'The internet'. No, I realise that this is not 'sharp' but I can be serrated at times. 'Was it your breasts from the start? They played a part.'Well, as it seems to be a topic of interest for many at Lush, and as I get tired of groaning so often, 36C. And if that is your only interest, my suggestion is to move along quietly. Ask again and I will send you to the dungeon of lost souls.I do not like rules but I have a few where chat is concerned. Ultimately they reveal more about you than they do about me. I have realised that people are always willing to complain where profile information is concerned: they complain when you do not have a 'full' profile, and they complain when your profile is 'too long' and for that reason they are not willing, or able, to read it. In terms of personal chat room 'rules' I simply ask that you do not whisper me without asking beforehand. If you do so I will either ignore it, or reply in the open after opening the whisper up. If you continue to do it after that, I will simply send you to my dungeon of lost souls with no further warning and, as my dungeon already has more captives than it was built for, I would appreciate you not adding to the number. It has also proved a useful answer to drama, as well as for those who say, or post, unpleasant things.So where to now?I enjoy reading the stories here, and I have also contributed one or two of my own. Every story tells a picture - at least in your mind, so the willing will always learn a little about me from the dark fruit of my imagination, if they are willing enough. My favourite writer at Lush is, by far and away, Vanessa26. What do I like about her writing? It is real, passionate, and drills down deep. In a vanilla world, V26 is the explosion in the ice-cream factory.'I wasn't told you'd be this cold.'My coldness has undoubtedly cost me, in one particular way and with one particular, special person above all, but it has also protected me, mainly from my own folly. It is a bitter irony. if I could have changed it, I would. I do not say my way is the right way, but it is the only way I know, and it is too late to change now. That said, I have had two (and some loose change) very happy years with the closest friend anyone could have here, and I miss that person incredibly. 'I've been so worried 'bout you lately'.Smoke gets in your eyes, but only people make you cry.'And now it's my time to depart, unless there's a change of heart.' Maybe just a small one, then.I appreciate intelligence, politeness, a sense of humour, and I always respect those who are willing to overlook what often appears to be something of an abrasive shell in order to discover what is underneath. You may like it and you may not. The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.
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