Wednesday, November 19, 2008

your time is not mine, does not fit, is not fit for human consumption

november 19th already. . . i can't keep up. marking time brings depression. i'm ready to throw away my calendars and watches and move to a remote location where i can live out the rest of it with a few close friends. this world is too fast for me. i want to forget your holidays and your ages, your milestones and your expectations. forget these things that do not matter and think only of the things that do.


quick passage of time,
cheering and depressing. brings
fast winter, fast death

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animated fools;
time will bury us all and
leave nothing behind.

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Friday, November 14, 2008

Why Elementary Social Studies Should Include More Cultural Anthropology

First I'd like to share a quote from the first lecture in Edward Fischer's Teaching Company course Peoples and Cultures of the World. He defines cultural anthropology by describing how it differs from other disciplines:

"Anthropology sees that what gets lost in such particular perspectives, such disciplinary perspectives, is the interconnectedness of it all, of life, of the human condition. One aspect of human behavior is influenced by and influences other spheres. We know this instinctively in a way. Politics is tied to religion. Economics is tied to psychology. Biology is tied to social organization. And this is all tied together with the glue of culture. Again, this is something we intuitively recognize I think. One's religion affects the way one votes, for example. Politics affects religion, religion affects politics. I was reading, uh, not long ago actually, that church attendance is a better indication of party affiliation in the United States than income is. But anyway, this is something that we as academics can easily forget, the interrelatedness of it all, as we work away in our increasingly narrow, uh, perspectives and specialization. Thus, a basic tenant of anthropology is its holistic approach, looking at the whole of the human condition and not just one aspect. "


Through the lens of cultural anthropology, we become familiar with and learn to accept and respect differences. We learn to see patterns, make connections, find similarities in differences, and look beyond borders for answers. We learn to appreciate the complexity and interrelatedness of all systems, both cultural and biological. We learn how various communities function, and we can use that knowledge to critically examine our own communities ("communities," by the way, can be replaced in that sentence by any cultural institution).

With all of this knowledge, we can put discreet disciplines in their proper context. While it can be academically useful to study the world in discreet chunks, the world is not actually made up of hermetically sealed systems of information that function independently of other hermetically sealed systems of information.

While there ARE benefits to be gained in knowledge specialization, it is to society's detriment if we don't first prepare children with the roadmap of how it all connects, how WE all connect. And not just one year. But year after year after year. Like math. Like history. It's just as important.

I'll leave you with this: Take two minutes and imagine what kind of world we might live in if an understanding of the interconnected human condition was as immutable and well-known as the oft quoted "2+2?"

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Monday, November 10, 2008

Buying Obama

It's no secret that presidential campaigns have long been colossal marketing events. While this year's election will go down in history for the obvious reasons, there may be another reason to note this election in our schoolbooks: the Obama campaign stepped it up a few notches and offered the American public a slick and integrated brand that walked the hip path beaten not by previous candidates, but by companies like Apple computer. From the logo to the slogans to complete font control, the Obama campaign was a graphic designer's wet dream.

The keystone in the marketing campaign was a cleverly simple logo: You know how "they" say a picture is worth a thousand words? Here Obama, the sun, brings the promise of a new tomorrow to America: change. And everything that word might stand for in this fucked up country. This one image succinctly symbolizes the ideology of his entire campaign. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that Obama himself is an ideology, not a person.

So we bought it. Now we hope the product inside is halfway as remarkable as the packaging was. Either way, if the only choice was him or McCain, then good on us. But I saw some other brands on the shelf, albeit over there on that aisle where the light's burned out, on a dusty cracked shelf near the floor. It makes me ill that change, Obama's main talking point, would be much better served under the presidency of one of the many third party candidates who have agendas that differ wildly from the main two parties. I believe many of the Americans who voted for Obama want to see actual, major change. I believe they essentially wanted a third party candidate, but they won't be getting one. They're going to get the democratic party line: a slightly kinder business as usual.

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Saturday, November 08, 2008

The Big Parent Syndrome (BPS)

(this is a modified version of a comment in response to this post by Intransitivus)

The job of the government is to conduct the policy, actions, and affairs of a people. Essentially, government is the big parent. When the big parent fails, the children must take their lives into their own hands.

In some cases, the big parent fails to provide access to medications necessary to improve a poor quality of life (For more information on this, see FDA/Pharmas: Conspiracy to Keep us Addicted, Not Cure Us by Intransitivus on nowpublic.com). Many will suffer rather than self-medicate, but those who are able to obtain necessary medications via alternate means should do so not with guilt, but be secure in the knowledge that their ability to govern themselves is superior to that of the big parent.

Yes parents, sometimes the child DOES know what's best for them.

The big parent wants you to feel like a guilty junkie even if you are a responsible adult who chooses to self-medicate responsibly. They instill this mindset in us from birth with their drug war, their commercials, their regulations, etc. The guilt trip is just one of many methods of psychological control.

Free your mind from the shackles of the big parent, the ultimate serial bully, in whatever ways you can. Its interests are rarely your own and as such it has always been a great disappointment to its children. It's well past time for the children to grow up and take care of themselves.

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How Effexor Touches Lives

In doing research for the previous post, I came across a particularly tragic story. The poster was a young woman whose husband lost all sense of reality and committed suicide several weeks after starting Effexor. He was only 23 years old at the time and in addition to his wife he left behind two small children. He had never been treated for a mental illness and there was no family history of mental illness or suicide.

I contacted her, both to share Jace's story and to find out if her family had received any legal justice. This was her reply:

" It is an extremely difficult thing to do - which is to literally watch a loved one self-destruct before your eyes and everyone else that loves and cares for them so very much with very little you can do for them.

Pharmeceutical companies are extremely wealthy and are very experienced with dragging out litigations and law suits in attempts to emotionally drain those family members tying to seek justice and in most cases surviving family members simply give up after a few years years because it is just so painful to constantly have to relive such painful times and not be able to grieve in peace.

If I am being honest, I am involved in a pending lawsuit but I do not get caught up in the process. Taking legal action for issues such as these, unfortunately they average anywhere from 5-15 years before any settlement agreement is ever reached - which is yet another reason so many give up and choose to not go this route. Even in cases as severe as ours, when such a healthy young husband, father, son is lost due to such negligence on the pharmacuetical company's part-- it bears NO "priority" in settling, they do not care that the wife and children left behind lose their homes because they can no longer afford to survive on a single income. They do not care that you can not even afford to have your loved one buried. They do not care that the surviving family members will require YEARS of counseling due to a completely avoidable tragedy. They simply DO NOT CARE. They instead will spend millions TO avoid paying any compensation to anyone and everyone even when they are deemed at fault. (I guess they would rather pay attorneys than to do the right thing and compensate the ones with the real losses.) I have had to force myself to follow this thing at a distance and I had to not allow myself to get too caught up in it because I have to stay mentally well to continue to take care of our two children as they became my main focus.

I am sorry that I do not have better news or information to report, as you can tell the lawsuit beat us up pretty bad during the first year so in order for me to stay focused on our children I had to back off.

I will keep your email information handy should any miracle occur and the drug company find any sort of "soul" about the torture they have put our family through due to negligence on their part in studies, informing patients of all possible side effects, etc. It is so sad because it was extremely preventable and so many people on a regular basis continue to have to deal with the very sad situation.

I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers and hope your friend, and also his loved ones who remain concerned for him, are able to help him find peace again as I am sure he is so tired of feeling the way that he does. Be persistent and never give up - they do not realize sometimes how unwell the medication has really caused them to be. According to my research, doctors claim that the neurological damages caused from side effects from these medications could possibly require a lifetime of medication to offset the chemical imbalances it creates in the brain.

Stay strong and make sure your friend knows that he is not alone, which I am sure you all do on a regular basis. Good luck."

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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Fuck This Country: Police Don't Protect or Serve

VictoryGrey, like most people, has to go to work in the morning. It IS morning already. In Philadelphia, there are RIOTS. Yes, RIOTS.

Why? Governmental election? No.
The Phucking Phillies won A BASEBALL GAME.

Anti-society, hear VictoryGrey cry out at the horror surrounding her at home (a person I worry for and care about):

(in comments on her own story)
"my nerves are shot. there are several helicopters flying around the area and i'm pretty sure i just heard someone's property being destroyed outside. wtf is wrong with people? :( 12:12 and all mayhem continues unabated."
12:12 AM, October 30, 2008

Then:

"helicopters still buzz overhead. police response summed up in this article:
"Right now, we're just going to let themselves tire themselves out," said Tanya Little, a police spokeswoman."
"while they're still tiring themselves out by shouting their way down my street, i wonder, how do i get tired out?"
1:11 AM, October 30, 2008

[My emphasis used above]

VictoryGrey needs sleep to function. Like me. Like Jace. Like YOU.

THIS is law and order? THIS is humanity?

THAT was a "POLICE SPOKESWOMAN??"

NOT "Serving" or "Protecting" as the slogan used to be, but sitting along on the sidelines doing nothing because it's easier than DOING THEIR FUCKING JOBS.

Oh you huddled masses of creatures called human beings... learn your lesson well:

Non-Americans:
DON'T MOVE HERE. I want to move the fuck out.
This country is anarchy and a 1984-like, media-controlled, reality-twisting, history revisioning dictatorship. As Jace said: THIS IS THE DYSTOPIA.

Our law officials do NOTHING to quell the madness of the group mind (the unintelligentsia group mind, I add). Our law officials do NOTHING for the homeless OR the innocents huddling in their homes afraid of having rioters injure them, destroy their property, or kill them... all over A MOTHERFUCKING SPORTS GAME.

Step aside "nationalism."
Step aside "god."
Here comes the thing Amerikans TRULY worship:

"SPORTS"

FUCK THIS COUNTRY.
FUCK THIS COUNTRY.
FUCK THIS COUNTRY.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Taking a Break; Please Fill In

It is with effort that I did not title this "I Resign." With the most recent events of researching/dealing with the information about Jace's trials and tribulations among the Monsters of Medicine and the situation with Mike and Heather (no, Mike, no personal assaults here, I want peace)... I feel overwhelmed.

VictoryGrey has been posting things that this blog is about: her life struggles in this antisociety and things that Jace would have found personally meaningful.

There needs to be more. I know that the other members of this blog have complicated lives, but I used to believe in the concept of "Society" and how that was what separated us from chaos. Now I see that we live in anti-society. Chaos through self focus. If this blog means anything to the members, please, please, please contribute. I have in mind the idea of abandoning it, as mentioned before, since it does not seem to attract much more than "Jace Smacking." That's not why it was resurrected to begin with.

Lastly, go see MY blog for a little tale of society.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Circle of anti-life

goodbye cramps, moods blue,
headaches, stings, and feeling flu.
nuva ring, i'm through.

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Changing the World

Early one morning, I received the following email from Jace:

From: Jace Cavacini
To: ManagerMom
Subject: my life is so fucking invisibly unfair

don't let this happen to your kids


i just woke from several hours of PTSD-type dreams. one was specifically about getting screwed by believing i was the one single person wrong in a room filled with people who had no problem. the materials given to me were wrong!

i was vindicated in the end but it cost me stress and embarrassment and i was forced to openly disclose my autism in a classroom environment after already being terribly embarrassed in front of everyone by being treated like i was just being stupid.

here i am, woken up, angry, crying silently, knowing i'm the only person who will ever know that i'm suffering this way every night, how much it hurts and that the dreams' contents reflect EXACTLY the real life experiences that MADE me have PTSD in the first place. it's all fucking INVISIBLE and no one in the outside world can appreciate it nor is there any help, support or justice to combat the damages done.

this is why i exposed my life before the world on my blog and in nowpublic.com articles and why i disclosed my autism at work. the results are why i'm tired of speaking at all.

i sought public awareness. instead i found more personal harassment and injury. insecure and bitter people looking to make other people smaller than themselves so they can feel better about themselves (like john and jefferson and anonymous cowards on comment forums).

i received punishment for exposing my differences and the truth about the people who treated me so poorly. punishment for showing just how fucked up these things have made me. punishment for not just swallowing it all silently. how dare i speak up.

along with medications encouraging me to act on suicidal impulses and other impulsive thoughts, my very existence is agony night and day and there's no way to prove it to anyone. no justice. i'm just an example of life's losers. a loser by "being dealt a shitty hand."

that's the only admission i've received from anyone, even family. "well jace, you were dealt a real shitty hand."

that admission doesn't even come close to helping me because it's just hollow words spoken by people who can't perceive the suffering i'm living because if the suffering i lived.

how am i ever supposed to heal from something the outside world never accepts or understands? what is my motivation to to even try? on the outside, it all looks to people as though i simply have to stop having a bad attitude. fuck that."

I replied to Jace with the following:

Jace,

Thank you for sharing that with me. Although I am happy to say that things in our school are much different and more supportive, it doesn't change the fact that yours was not. That is just one of the many factors that influenced you. I think it's incredibly amazing that you survived all that and can talk about it in a way that helps others see that it is the rest of us who need to change. I have changed so much since meeting you. The way I deal with my children is much different today than it was a year ago.

Last night while we were helping the kids get ready for bed, Ian suddenly became extremely angry and started punching Steve. When he didn't calm down after several thwarted throws, I gently took his hands and led him away from Steve. Then I asked, "Ian, what has made you so angry?" He said something that didn't really make sense. So I asked the question again. Once more he said something very off topic. I asked one more time, slowly and quietly. His breathing slowed and I could tell he was thinking. Finally, we were able to discern that it was the way Steve told him to go brush his teeth that had set him off. I asked if yelling and punching had made him feel better - "no" was his reply. I told him when I am angry, a warm, deep hug makes me feel better. So, he sat on the floor in my lap and we hugged. I could feel his body relax and the anger leave him. I have you to thank for showing me that Ian's outbursts require evaluation and compassion, not punishment.

Over the last several weeks, I have been involved in a very intense argument with someone who used to be a good friend. Her children and mine have been best friends for 3 years. I thought she understood us and how we do things. She does not. This has caused us to part ways as friends, although we are trying to preserve the children's relationships. This is extremely difficult. She feels all non-conformist behavior should be punished, even if the intent was not to harm others. She just doesn't get it. Hopefully, I will eventually be able to help her understand the dynamics of living in a family with autism, but I am not holding my breath. Nor will I lose sleep over it any longer. If she can't look deep enough to see those things which are invisible, to feel them with her heart and deal rationally with them, then she won't be part of our circle of friends who are able to do that.

Thank you, Jace. You are changing the world ... one person at a time.

Love,
ManagerMom

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

With THEM, there is no enough.

THEIR messages take up space in all forms of media, distract drivers with billboards paper and electronic, show up on public transit vehicles, litter the sides of buildings and tunnels, are flown in the air by planes, and they spread virally via your social contacts. THEY then exclude anyone with a message that questions THEIR corporate agenda from using the same spaces, even if those individuals or organizations have the money to pay.

For right or wrong, the last bastion of those wishing to reach the mass public with messages of rebellion against the corporate status quo has often been graffiti. Now THEY graffiti too:


I'm sure this practice has been around for years, but this is the first time I've seen it.

Fucking gross. I can't even look down anymore.

Just stick it in my dreams and be done with it.

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Monday, September 22, 2008

phantom limb syndrome [Previously Unpublished]

"As I had been looking online for his current email address I discovered his blog (on Blogger, of course) and that he's in a 4-year relationship. That produced a jittery response in me, and for a solid hour it was all I could think of (foot-tapping and all). I was waiting at the DMV for my replacement driver license, so it didn't interfere with life, but I was still a little surprised that my reaction was that intense. Yes, after 16 years he still matters to me. Closure is never what I've wanted there, only acceptance."
i am not at all shocked or surprised. i was with jana for about a year when we (her & i and john&tammy) ran into kristin at Barnes & Noble. i had an intense reaction. It offended jana. It took quite some time for her to be "okay" with and "understand" the situation.

 She had never been through what i had been through. Her longest relationship was "dating" and it lasted weeks to a month or so. She had zero relationship experience prior to me and in the end it really showed, despite spending 7 fucking years at it with me.

 Lazy, selfish, insecure emotional child.

 i would have extremely intense reactions to crossing paths with her today. 

i have enough of a reaction to seeing kristin briefly through her blog, though it somewhat relieves me to find that she is exactly what i expected, as lame as that is. When she appeared at Barnes & Noble, i was pissed that, after months of not wearing it, i was wearing the hooded, over-sized sweater i had that she made fun of, and she even commented to tammy that i was "apparently still the same old jace" ... it pissed me off. i think i threw the fucking thing in a drawer and let it sit for a year or two before jana encouraged me to get rid of it with the clothing we were taking to the Salvation Army shop.

 It bothered me to continue to see [name]'s selfishness in her blog. It annoys me that judy never changed her address with the university, despite me telling her, twice, about mail coming to me. It would bother me to run into any of these people. Most of all, elise.

 i've fantasized about her showing up on my doorstep looking to make friendly and me telling her off, and then realizing that i am not sure i could [tell her off].

These things affect us. We only think we're beyond them because the parts of our brains containing these people stop being referenced. They go dormant. When something directly accesses those parts of our brains, we are shocked to find them still there, and then shocked to find them still the way they were last time. These parts never really go away. We just stop accessing them, for the most part. This is why i envy people who have made friends with their former lovers/mates. It allows a person to change that portion of their brain that holds the internal existence of the person and takes away the potential for future shock and surprise.

phantom limb syndrome, specifically pain, is the exact analogue to my loss of lovers. It happens for the same reason. It also happens because of the other things i said about memory of lovers in the previous email: the brain content is still there. In this case, though, that entire section of brain material becomes "illegal territory" because the removal of the "limb" is painful. This is why people try to close it off, shut it down and eliminate all paths to it. Pathways to these parts become active or available after long periods of dormancy by simply attaining a new lover or mate; it is by association with having had one before... "Which one was that? OW!" and then "and the others... OW!" [insert stimuli and responses here]

[written by Jace, previously unpublished. Originally written 2/2/08 at 4:54 AM - Intransitivus]

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Friday, September 19, 2008

Dysamoria Blog: Change of Ownership

People requested the blog content be put back. The request was considered. Ownership of this blog and the "dysamoria" account was left to others. They'll publish and edit as they see fit. Some content will be purged. An archive of the original blog will post as a zip file in next few weeks, probably. (UPDATE: most personal postings from Jace will be purged and only articles will be kept)

The artwork and writings of Jace Cavacini will be posted in some different form later. Turning this blog back on is the quickest way to start the process. Dysamoria at NowPublic.com also changed ownership.

Jace Cavacini is dead. Those responsible did nothing to help. The blog will continue to post about it at some point. Other posts will be about AS, autism, human rights, health, healthcare, antisocial society, protesting the sickness of the United States of America, politics, social/anthropological and other related topics.

The term "dysamoria" remains valid.

Welcome to antisociety.
Citizens betrayed by their own.

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Saturday, August 02, 2008

victim mentality

Maybe a subtitle could be "anti-social personality disorder, revisited." This is an extract from an earlier article i wrote called "Do Sociopaths Deserve Humane Treatment?"

Victim Mentality. The oft cited and rarely defined term that i shall define and cite for you myself.

Definition: blaming the victim for being one.
Citation: those enraged by being sought out as a target for hate and anger (actively or passively).

Sociopaths are people with an anti-social personality disorder. This, boiled down, means that a group of them cannot form healthy and productive societies because their very behavioral patterns are against the needs of the group and for their own benefit (including when they appear to be socio-conscious in order to appear perfectly normal and respectable).

The very right to be enraged or even hurt at the actions of another make you a bad person in the eyes and minds of the majority.

Example:

If someone walks into the room and denounces your work ethic to a bunch of your co-workers, several times a week, while you're not around to witness it and defend yourself on the spot or call out your accuser to prove his or her statements or back down... you've just been violated. An act of social and psychological violence has been made against you.

"I don't play the victim mentality role. It doesn't matter what people think, just how good a job you do!"

Sorry, but you are just as much a victim as if your boss walked into your office or cubical and pushed a knife into your chest without provocation. Sidelining again, what kind of provocation would justify that response?? Were you socially and psychologically tormenting your boss by spreading fear, uncertainty and doubt among every member of the workplace to the point that your boss was being shunned, joked about, and at risk of losing his life-sustaining income by losing job simply because you felt it was totally harmless to do smart-ass gossiping because you feel intimidated by his work experience?

It matters what people think of you if they control, socially, your accessibility to the pursuit of success, or even happiness.

True Victims do not choose themselves. It is not shameful to be a victim.

Victimizers choose their victims. Most often by way of jealousy and self-esteem issues. They seek those who they feel are not a threat to them. Those they feel they can control or with whom they can control the situation and the perception of events. This is shameful.

True shameful "victim mentality" is justifying your inhumane, cruel and violent actions by saying "He/she did this-and-that to me, so I am responding in kind. If others get in my way, that's just too bad. It's not like I'm targeting anyone innocent."

True "victim mentality" is "I'm going to be rude, cold and judgmental to you because that's what everyone has done to me my whole life. Why should I be sensitive to YOU when no one was sensitive to ME??"

THAT, is what shameful "victim mentality" is. Point your fingers, and knives where they belong.

Who's doing the pointing, anyway? In who's best interest might it be to make victimization into something the victim should be shameful and held responsible for?

The victimizers. The one's who have control over the situation and over you. Victimizers are the ones who devised the concept that being a victim is "your own damn fault." It's in their best interest that you be "ashamed for letting it happen to you." As though to defeat rational observation (and discussion) of true cause and effect, they seek to make the effect have no cause but itself.

"You worked with him before, so why would you work for him again if he's so bad??"

Yes, that one is DIRECTLY from my OWN personal experience. The complacent gossipers and the ignorant and naive bystanders trying to cover up the "unbelievable" fact that they have missed something and that they think you want special treatment (or have been getting it). The people who were not (yet) victims of the sociopathic victimizer. The ones who were once victims themselves but failed to escape and chose to find a pariah of their own. Or several. The people who hate you and victimize you for reminding them of how it feels to be victimized.

There are entire cults who rant against the slaughter and immorality of World War II and human slavery. Cult? i don't mean to suggest that the people who find these things objectionable are the cult members; i mean that there are actually people who find it A BOTHER that these things are still discussed and that they must be such a burden since "hey, man, it's not like i killed any jews or had any slaves, so leave me alone."

"Those who forget the past are destined to repeat it" (misquote)

This isn't philosophy. This is concrete reality. This is human behavior on the macro and microscopic level. From the individual to the group mind.

The the most critical concept to understand here is on the macro level: the individual victimizer and his or her victim. The way they propagate by leading one victim after another down the path of becoming victimizer. A victimizer is a much more aggressive person on certain fronts and are much better at holding on to what little they believe is theirs.

The more sociopaths are allowed to shape the world around them to best suit their own interests (not the interests of the group, the society or the species), the more damage they do (to the society) and the more sociopaths they CREATE.

You've heard the rhetoric about what growing up in a war zone, or in prison, or being a child of molestation creates: it creates a replication of the stimuli. The victim becomes hardened from constant assaults. A hostile environment creates a defensive individual. Constant exposure to hostility turns defensiveness into hostility. Hostility acts outwardly against those who appear to be the cause of the hostile environment... or maybe anyone... because "HE didn't stop it from happening" and "SHE didn't tell the boss about the gossip about me."

A hostile and toxic environment creates a hostile and toxic person. It can do nothing else. You either harden or you weaken. Those who weaken are frequently used by other people as a comparison or consolation agent; to ease their own suffering or make it pale in comparison. What better way to make your problems pale in comparison to someone else's than by MAKING someone else's problems worse?

Yes, you may think it's all fun and games. Harmless talk. Chit chat. Gossip. Play. Ribbing.

Play leads to exhaustion. Exhaustion leads to lowered stamina. Lowered stamina leads to sensitivity. Sensitivity leads to vulnerability. Vulnerability leads to being damaged by "lesser offenses." And in the end, you have victimizers, formerly victims, pointing fingers at the lesser victims; the ones they can pick at and NOT be brought to justice.

Human beings exposed to toxic experiences during their developmental stages very often become "rugged" or "tough" as a defensive mechanism. It's automatic part way, but then it also becomes part of the personality. That's when it becomes choice. Many people at this point choose to "take it like a man/woman" and "give as good as they get" ...

.. but on the inside... they're rotting out and becoming a shell of armor which protects a wounded child that never grew up and never learned appropriate and healthy ways of defending or avoiding the toxic and hostile experiences. These people end up with Borderline Personality Disorder.

BPD.

Anyone reading me on a regular basis knows that i struggle with the understanding that those who have abused me have become abusive because they themselves were abused. i empathize with these people because i know suffering well enough. At first, they like this. Later, they feel vulnerable because i see and know too much. Then i become a threat. To their egos. Their "hearts." Their agendas.

A person with BPD still can make distinctions between good and bad behavior. i've seen it demonstrated many times by many people with the condition. They admit to feelings of guilt. The problem is, they feel guilt because they know what they have done is harsh, cruel, rude, or just plain wrong... but they never learned how to empathize with those they have hurt. Most likely, no one empathized with their own suffering as it was forming their defense mechanisms years previous.

But they KNOW. They CAN distinguish the difference. They can CHOOSE to take an active role in their behavior patterns if they see value in it.

The value, ideally, should be "because it's best for everyone."

The value, more often in the real world is "so i can have friends and keep jobs."

It's still a value.

But some people choose an even more selfish and cold value for external self-control:

POWER.

"i
w a n t !"

Who wants power the most? Those who feel they have been powerless. Those who have had so much done to them beyond their control.

People with BPD naturally seek connection to and with other human beings. They also defensively seek control. Control over the interactions with others and the perceptions of them by others. If the satisfaction of the human connection eases the fears that demand control, these people can move towards a much better life.

A better path than those who get no satisfaction at all from connection to other human beings.

Anti-social personality disorders. That's what we're talking about. Personalities that work against the collective good and which tear apart the fabric of society and human connection.

When the only motivation left for someone with BPD is to seek power and control over everything and anything... they have stepped into sociopathy.

When the politics of the current Diagnostics and Statistics Manual of psychiatric disorders dictate obedience and subservience to certain rules, process and procedure in order for you to pursue your goals, your definitions and your rights, who is going to actively fight a system designed to protect itself? The DSM is, itself, a victim of victim mentality. Over extension. Over indulgence. The scientific method is abused this way and so too the "mental health system."

So, to repeat myself: i reduce the great, grand DSM down to what it really is: politics. i say a redundant "fuck you" to the DSM and i continue with my questions to you:

Is there a way back from the brink for a sociopath?

Should energy and time be spent seeking it?

Do sociopaths deserve that effort?

Is there a point at which we stop defining a sociopath as a victim and start defining them as nothing more or better than a weapon gone out of control?

Do you murder murderers?

If yes, do you execute sociopaths for the deeper, wider-ranging and longer lasting toxic effects they have on entire social structures?

You try to filter "criminals" out of society, but what do you do about the anti-social people who have no interest in society or who actively seek to control and manipulate it? Do you try to filter them out of society?

Most likely you don't even notice them.

Some of you might be becoming one of them right now... growing harder, colder, more selfish, more power-hungry, more obsessed with control and "having it YOUR WAY."

Maybe you're already one of them, looking at my blog and telling me how insufferable i am. Labeling my few supporters as "goons" and giving them other labels that essentially suggest i am a cult leader and they my mindless followers. i call bullshit on you. You're insecure. You couldn't express what you felt when you felt these things. That's when you choose to vote for charity to known sociopaths: you chose to protect your own interests. So you lash out at those who look familiar. Familiar as victims and victimizers.

Yourself.

You the victim and you the victimizer.

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Thursday, July 24, 2008

do you mean it? [EDITED]

[consistency]

people have a lot of trouble- nowait- problems with that concept.

you're allowed to change your mind about wanting fries with that, but not about throwing away $300 worth of plane tickets because "i changed my mind" and the equivocal "i didn't mean it, or i don't mean it any more." More precisely, "i never said anything that wasn't emotionally valid at the time." [real quote, corrected]

oh, great murder defense, there Elise.

you get to change your mind about what today's wardrobe is going to be, not about how much you care about someone after making all kinds of promises. you don't get to ignore them, then make them tiny because you fucked something up on your end and can't own up to it.

i've learned to find out what people are saying when they're not talking, or what they're saying underneath their false talk. underneath their lies and their body language. i see so much you will never even consider.

when you lie, cheat, steal, backstab, redirect, revise, "forget" and all those other things you so-called "normal" people do all day, every day, all week, every week of the month, all the months of the year [, he sees it].

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

no one learns, and i lose to your ignorance

the repeating dream:
i entrusted the care of my cats to a household of other people.
those i trusted and believed in
when i returned,
no cats. nothing said to me
i had to ask about them
they were dead.
no explanation.
ever.

combined with the dreams about "my other house"
forgotten, abandoned, animals suffering...
where is it???
BRING ME THERE!!!!

this is hell. sleep, stage 5, R.E.M.
hell. most active and restless stage of sleep.

cannot focus
art projects
no rest
unable to
let things go.
"why can't you see that every thing's broken?
why does it seem this life's turned grey?
i can't believe in anything sacred
when i don't believe that i am real."

i am alone
locked in my memories
there's nowhere left for me to hide
but i am not real..."

"... why does it seem that everything's different
and why does it seem that only you are real?
i don't believe in anything sacred
so why do i feel so damned alone-

-i need someone to break the silence
that's screaming in my head
and in my soul."
-- track 4. wither, blister, burn and peal.
-- track 9 is even better.
-- maybe this is the best album they made.
-- you figure out who it is.

i am afraid
i want to live my life, but
fearful of evil abuses
like the 302/304
done by my biological parents...

they've learned NOTHING.

NOTHING

"i'm finding it so hard to hold on"

but there's no out for me, just more

PUNISHMENT

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Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Punish the Suicidal Instead of Helping Them

UPDATED HERE: NowPublic.com (re-dated for the day i was released from hospitalization prison)

Instead of asking ourselves how we contributed to the choice of self termination (or how we complacently did nothing - how we maybe could have helped prevent it, as a society, in general), let's call them sick and selfish! Let us, in our arrogance and antipathy, rush them along to the end! (Joe calls this the "Feeding Frenzy: people don't kick people WHEN they're down, they kick them BECAUSE they're down.")

What if you have everything that makes you who you are taken from you?What if your every waking and sleeping moment is filled with memories of rejection, harassment, abuse, or never feeling allowed to just plain be a part of society? How fucking righteous would you really be when all you can remember is cold, heartless disinterest or outright cruelty? See what choices YOU make when you have only ONE left that offers relief.

But no, we don't accept suicide as an option. No sir, not in this nation. Suicide is selfish and stupid. Just like abortion is selfish and stupid. Just like being vegetarian is stupid and pointless.

Suicide isn't painless, but maybe more people need to LISTEN TO ACTUAL SUICIDAL PEOPLE; practice EMPATHY! Discover why suicide becomes hope for relief.

fuck it; people still don't even believe in Asperger's Syndrome. Comprehending suicide as freedom is even more difficult to grasp.

disturbed (a "short summary" of what disturbs me about this world)

http://dysamoria.com/blog/2007/12/disturbed.html

"Google" search "suicide" (go to "Read This First")
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=suicide&btnG=Google+Search

Here's a PERFECT excerpt from the above "Read This First" page:
"Start by considering this statement:

“Suicide is not chosen; it happens
when pain exceeds
resources for coping with pain.”

That’s all it’s about. You are not a bad person, or crazy, or weak, or flawed, because you feel suicidal. It doesn’t even mean that you really want to die - it only means that you have more pain than you can cope with right now. If I start piling weights on your shoulders, you will eventually collapse if I add enough weights... no matter how much you want to remain standing. Willpower has nothing to do with it. Of course you would cheer yourself up, if you could.

Don’t accept it if someone tells you, “that’s not enough to be suicidal about.” There are many kinds of pain that may lead to suicide. Whether or not the pain is bearable may differ from person to person. What might be bearable to someone else, may not be bearable to you. The point at which the pain becomes unbearable depends on what kinds of coping resources you have. Individuals vary greatly in their capacity to withstand pain.

When pain exceeds pain-coping resources, suicidal feelings are the result. Suicide is neither wrong nor right; it is not a defect of character; it is morally neutral. It is simply an imbalance of pain versus coping resources.

You can survive suicidal feelings if you do either of two things: (1) find a way to reduce your pain, or (2) find a way to increase your coping resources. Both are possible." - © Copyright 1995-2006 Martha Ainsworth. All rights reserved.

1. My reduction of pain, or attempts thereof, have been to seek to understand people better so as to work with them better. i tried my damned hardest to harmonize at work with a sociopath who was impossible to please.

2. My attempts at increasing my coping mechanisms have been through art and other solitary activities. These no longer work because the big issue is isolation and loneliness. So i have sought companionship (from females, in a romantic sense). Somehow, i manage to locate just the right people who say all the right things to me up front... and become someone else later. They blame ME for their changed attitude like the mason blames the stone.

UPDATE 2: from a comment on NowPublic by an editor:
jordan at 10:41 on July 10th, 2008
The Golden Gate Bridge has a suicide-prevention hotline phone on the city-side approach. Sometimes it's out of order!

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Thursday, June 05, 2008

peace so delicate, silence so deadly

i think i just made peace with my neighbor, Dotty. i apologized for my mother's unwarranted phone call. Dotty told me her sister died recently; that she's been in a bad mood, too. Her best friend, she said.

"I've lived here too long to be nasty. I'm not a monster." i said i know. i said i wanted to make peace; she said she wants that too. i wish the same were possible for the other neighbor. but we cannot talk.

we never know each other until we talk. even then...

silence is deadly.

if only we were built as stronger creatures so that we COULD talk when we should.

i, too, am not a monster.

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

brief authorship for those concerned over the potential of my suicidal ideations

a couple of points to make about myself that might be useful to know:

i am aware of being rather intense and dramatic.

i also like hyperbole when telling a tale or making a joke.

when i am in my darkest moments, the same attributes are present, yet they take on a sharper and less romantic tone.

suicide?

oh yes. without anchovies, please.

i mean, c'mon, look at this fucking blog for shit's sake.

as the so-called professionals might say, i ideate. not only do i ideate, i dabble. not to be confused with the spontaneous act of jumping in front of a bus or slitting one's wrists, my dabbling involves clearly reasoning out the causes and effects of the various methodologies one might avail one's self when trying to snuff it. meet death. commit suicide.

i consider myself a rather conscientious person and, while i have evolved from my earlier views on suicide as being "stupid" and "selfish," to a more matured grasp of suicide as a potential exit from repeated torture and unbearable suffering of the mind, i maintain that offing one's self should in no way involve even the potential of risk of harm to other living beings (such as people, though there are many disgusting and horrific human beings that probably would invite my scythe if i were death incarnate, which i am not interested in being - i'd be fired and banned from this realm due to early retirement of rapists, murderers, psychopaths and sociopaths , which would likely enrage the other gods of the realm in "ye olde worlde religione").

the downside to this conscientious manner is that there are very few options available to me when i am most seriously seeking to remove life from my body as quickly as possible so as to no longer experience the side effects of mental abuse upon the brain.

people who think it's easy to commit suicide are either just clueless or insensitive assholes.

guns, explosives, and other projectiles are banned; they cannot be controlled to the level of safety which i would require of myself (or others) handling them. no matter how careful and well planned, there are always unforeseen events which might, or might not, occur.

this bit of that might have enough mass and energy to puncture that bit of this and lead to the unintended injury or death of another. "bang" and "oops" are two things i wont handle together, except as a poor textual joke which would work better as spoken verbiage.

diving in front of traffic, off of buildings and other "sudden deceleration trauma" incidents, have the same flaws: if i dove in front of the next LANTA bus that passes between my road and the GIANT grocery store, the driver might swerve to avoid hitting me and then the various minute options available in Newtonian physics (which people are usually too lazy to consider and simply refer to as "chaos") is free to run rampant. again, object "a" might unintentionally intersect with person "n," which was not my intention.

the "spectacular display" of "splat" has the extra added potential of psychological damage to the people in the environment where you've chosen to go "splat." some people like horror movies. some people do not. fewer people than those who enjoy horror movies will actually enjoy the sudden and unexpected sounds and sights of, say, your skull bursting apart on its way through a windshield into the lap of someone just trying to drive the kids to the little league game between school and dinner. now, you're not only a grossly deformed cripple in prison, but their dinner is ruined and the little league game they were going to has been canceled and will be replaced by a future ceremony for the mass deaths involved at the scene where the driver, prior to passing out from head trauma caused when the windshield and your lower jaw entered their left frontal lobe through their left eye socket, swerved the vehicle in a nervous jolt, causing it to crash into a short school bus currently emptying its load of various youthfully aged walking meat onto the sidewalk.

cutting to the chase: unless you're a total asshole, being truly conscientious of those in your environment (and beyond) will eliminate the majority of "traditional" and "easy access" methods of snuffing one's own candle (as it were).

if you happen to be totally devoid of conscience and are utterly regardless of others, well, there are options aplenty. but, as the selfish fuck that you are, you also need to consider one more risk in the plethora of suicide methodologies before diving in (mind the pun):

"what if you survive?"

they say that things can always get worse. whoever they are, they're correct. if you're not missing body parts already, would you like to survive a suicide attempt with some parts missing? i mean, if you were no longer physically able to attempt further suicide attempts (and remember, assisted suicide is still a continuous legal debate and is, i believe, currently illegal)... what next, asshat? in the mass death scenario above, when you're on trial for causing the massacre, what are your thoughts on how you will get some water down your parched throat when you have no lower jaw and no mobility below your grossly dangling and dried tongue?

i have spent considerable time on this problem (the suicide method problem, not the drinking without a lower jaw problem).

again, look at this fucking blog.

there are books, guides and websites available to people such as myself that offer to provide guidance... but relief from the seriousness of the need to die has thus far come prior to my having developed a reliable, failure proof and "safe" way of offing myself. also, several attempts that had quite a bit of gusto to them (as motivation) have already failed me (duh). i am therefore left with animal sense memories of what hours of nausea and general malaise feels like and which chemical compounds and mixtures caused those animal sense memories.

there's "one of each out there," and surely someone has a sexual fetish for it, but it generally seems to be a universal attribute of complex nervous systems (such as that in the human animal) to utterly despise puking and therefore go to great lengths to avoid repeating whatever stupidities had previously caused it. those of you who have uttered the phrase "never again" into your toilet bowls or rubbish bins will be tilting your heads fore and aft in agreement.

another attribute that i possess which is useful to know prior to interaction with me, my art or my writings is that i am verbose and can, at will, be so verbose as to use complex sentence structure, hyperbole and other techniques to brutally satirize that attribute in myself for one last little bit of punch at the end. hah.

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Thursday, May 08, 2008

fuck you, elise & the gang [EDITED]




hey cruel selfish liar,
perhaps you didn't get my first email:

your packages of love-lies are sitting on my porch
you lying rapist.
take them away before one of the neighborhood freaks steals them.

bowls, wine, letters of lies, postcards of lies, etc... in that big wooden box and smaller postal bos. i put all my Postal Service CDs in the big box too, since i can't listen to them without thinking of you. like giving expensive paints to the asshole judy who fucked me up after you (though no where near as well as you did)... take my stuff because i can't enjoy it without it reminding me of you and making me fucking miserable. not only did you rape my heart, you raped my musical pleasure.

"i decided that the next guy i was going to date would have to like The Postal Service!"

childish shallow crap.

take it all away.

you also still owe me over $400 for those plane tickets you wasted. the exact amount is on my blog somewhere. you know, that blog i started out of love for you. the first entry, an apology. to you. out of shame for yelling at you
WHEN YOU DESERVED IT!
NO LOVE.
YOU DESERVED TO BE SPIT AT
IN THE FACE for your selfish CRUELTY.

"so, are we still not talking?"

YOU ARROGANT, SELFISH, EMPATHY-DEVOID
PRESUMPTIVE BITCH.

3 years since you RAPED ME and i STILL can't get you out of my body.

i hope you grow up some day, you selfish asshole. you're dangerous. and sick.
but no, i'm the fuckin' crazy loser without income or ability to function... yeah, that's fair.

i should have stopped talking to you the moment you told me what you did to Treg.
"i think i hurt him" you said, repeatedly, as if that relieved you of the responsibility.
i should have told you right then that you were a selfish fucking tease.

you were so afraid that i would reject you, yet i accepted all kinds of SHIT about you.
such as being a selfish bitch who takes what she wants from whom she wants it and then leaves,
randomly, suddenly, without respect, without responsibility, without the slightest bit of humanity.

"i don't want to be his lover."

"ANY MORE," you should have added. because you sure as fuck wanted to be his lover at some point. and he believed it, just like stupid fucking me.
you should have said all your shit to me with the prologue of "for this fraction of time, this is what i want... and i will change my mind as is suits me, no matter what kind of damage it does, because i wont take responsibility for my actions nor how they affect other people. other people don't matter."

on Okcupid.com your personality type is "the sudden departure." it describes you perfectly.

you were so afraid of me rejecting you that you chose to reject ME and turn everything into a LIE.
ASSHOLE!

telling you to fuck off once you admitted your abuse of Treg might have saved me.
maybe i could have saved my fucking sanity.
maybe without being totally DICKED OVER by YOU, maybe without being totally SMASHED to fucking nothing, maybe i might have had more stamina left in me to tolerate the sociopathic abuses dealt to me by my fucking employers,

which you had ZERO compassion or empathy for me dealing with... it was like an irritation... an annoyance... how dare i have problems on my end... i'm not allowed to have a heart and soul. that's only for YOU.

you yourself are just as cruel and antisocial as they are.

you know, i had a job... you remember how amazed with my grown-up adult realman stuff, right?
the job i was driven out of because i did my BEST and it threatened sociopathic SHITHEADS

the job where i was so stressed, yet you didn't give a fuck... you used my problems with my job as more reason to pass your arrogant judgment against me. that i'm weak. that i'm irresponsible some how.

YOU'RE the most irresponsible person i've met.

"In my family, i'm kind of considered the clown."
Maybe that's because you act like one. like an asshole clown.
inconsistent. random. selfish. arrogant yet ignorant. immature.

without YOU fucking up my life
maybe i'd still have a job, even.

so, how many more Tregs have there been since me, you cyclic borderliner?

i'm unemployed, terminally insomniac, have severe PTSD, constant nightmares, neighbors who harass me, a measly $50/month of foodstamps,
disability checks that just barely cover my mortgage (you know that house owning thing that you thought was so "real man"
but that you also hated the idea of because of your fear of actually growing up), more than $30K in debt accumulated to distract myself from suicide and one motherfucker of a suicidal ideation. oh and i'm autistic, too. have been my whole life. somehow justifying everyone shitting on me. somehow making it all okay that i've been abused my whole fucking life.

but what the FUCK do YOU care. you only care about YOU. elise fucking brown and whatever she can take from others for herself.

i'm SICK of being FUCKED OVER by assholes and just playing nice.

you promised me a life and instead you shattered it. you built me up and shit on me. was it fun?

"jace, i'm lonely" you whined at me, as if YOUR loneliness was justification to DICK OUT ON ME.

"i feel like a disappointing ass."
BECAUSE YOU ARE. you're WORSE, in fact.
using the word "disappointment" is like an INSULT.

I AM NOT YOUR PORN!
YOU USED ME AS YOUR OWN PRIVATE WEB WHORE.

you are selfish, cruel, rude, childish, immature, unkind, heartless, unstable, repetitious, full of shit and one big fucking lie.

why don't you gang up on me with all the other heartless assholes who dicked me over for their own selfish issues?

i'll help you get set up with jana, john and tammy, pete, judy, dana, sairuh and that sociopathic fuck jefferson.

you can all gang up and come kill me in some sick fucked up ritual of superiority.
despite all your fucking LIES, you're just like them. JUST THE SAME.
unable to follow through. unable to commit. unable to be real. unable to be sincere or honest.
socially inept. emotionally warped. sick, paranoid and selfish.

you had the chance to prove otherwise
you PROMISED to prove otherwise
and YOU FAILED MISERABLY.

so, kill me. please do it. there's no hope, no options, no drugs, no doctors. no lawyers to defend my rights. no money to buy law and rights. no motivation. no energy. no food.
so fucking kill me, you rapist.

you asked me if i could imagine what it's like to have someone jack off inside me... yeah, i can.
YOU DID JUST THAT TO ME.

i repeat: I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING PORN

now take away these "gifts" of elise lies, read them all and see how cruel and heartless you are and then do what you want with them.
it might help to refresh your memory, what memory you haven't erased for convenience, by reading all the fucking emails you
sent to me, too. how you DROVE this passionate relationship and then FUCKED IT ALL AWAY like it meant nothing.
BECAUSE IT MEANT NOTHING to you. SO EASY FOR YOU!!!!!!

SO TAKE IT BACK! TAKE IT THE FUCK BACK. i don't want the lies, the "gifts" the reminders... the BULLSHIT!
carve it out of my fucking soul with your claws so i don't have to feel your violation of me any more.
it's been YEARS and i still can't escape the feeling of violation you gifted to me.

"the catch" is sick of being dicked, fucked, raped, violated, used, abused, lied to and generally screwed.

"the catch" wants to die now. take your shit away, admit you're fucked up and let me die in peace.


"jace, you're a catch"
so you tossed me back to drown in a careless sea with your hook piercing my heart and lungs.
"you're a real man"
but you don't WANT a real man, apparently, just a TOY. just a fantasy boy.
"you treated me like a princess"
but you really prefer to be treated like a whore. you're better at it.
"you treated me better than anyone ever treated me"
and my reward was to be raped and thrown away like useless cunt garbage.
"you have no idea how many times guys have pulled out on me before i had a chance"
so then it must be totally fair in your sick twisted mind to do exactly that to others!

i am FUCKING SICK of justifications, LIES, BULLSHIT from girls, children, brats, like yourself.
justifications for being selfish fucking bitches who ENJOY FUCKING PEOPLE UP.

i haven't communicated with you in years and i STILL HEAR YOUR SHIT IN MY HEAD!!!!!!!

"well, then, i guess i'm just a selfish bitch"
YES, YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!

"i never said anything that wasn't emotionally valid at the time."

YOU FUCKING ANTISOCIAL LANGUAGE-MANIPULATING LIE.
you ARE the exact thing that you supposedly crusaded against:
POLITICAL BULLSHIT AND LIES. you learned well from them.
you're an antisocial murdering rapist of the worst kind:

the kind that gets away with it.

and i'm one of your many victims who will NEVER FORGET YOU.

you cut me deeper than three janas because you did the same fucking thing she did, damned her for it, but did it all just the same anyway... in a fraction of the time she took to do it. with more promises. more talk talk talk. lies lies lies.

part of my PTSD is YOU!

i wish i could hate you and write you off. like you so easily write people off.

"i was telling my mom, i think this might be the one."

you mean "the next one that i fuck over and rape heartlessly. did you tell your mom what you did to me in the end? did you tell her how much i hurt? did you tell her how hard i tried to hold on to you, as stupid as i am for it? did you mock me? make me out to be some horrible asshole like you made Pat? did you tell people how much worse than Pat i was?

DID YOU TELL PEOPLE WHAT YOU DID TO DESERVE BEING YELLED AT WITH VENOM??

"i'm not willing to give up just because it's hard right now."
and then you GAVE up. to make it more insulting, you added revisionism.

three fucking years
and i can't stop feeling the lies you fed me.
i want to die to escape it.

with some fucking stupid love (which tells me not to mail this to you because "what if...," which is really stupid fucking fantasy bullshit that i'm sick of harboring in my heart),

your ex-not-quite-boyfriend-or-lover and former plaything of six months, (you know, "the catch," the "real man"... the used tampon, the free custom porn, the vibrator, the loser you tossed away like nothing)...

-fucking jace cavafuckingcini

p.s.: two of the images att