Dear X: The strenuous efforts being made to damn you for your screen name. They typify the depth of honesty expressed by many on this thread. I would agree with this post of yours, to which I respond gratuitously, except for two matters:
1) I would remove the "(imo)" from the first line of the second paragraph; and
2) I would try to refrain from becoming emotionally, tightly, personallly enmeshed in any exchange with Daddy-O. Observe to elements of his communications: a) He plays a single note on his flute, which he runs through a sound randomizer to make it sound different. It is ONE single repetitive greedy hateful note. That's all. b) After a certain amount of exposure, strain, tiredness, or spirits, he reduces himself to feeble in his retorts. He has done this with you. Early this morning he has done it with me again. It is the inner simpleton giving us a glimpse of its domination.
I have been off this thread for quite a long time. When, at lovely, striving, Christine's invitation, I visited again - to find the same mush and the same sound randomizer. (Christine and penni, from another location in time, have such vitality, such fulness, and, especially penni, such glorious verbal dexteriey, it is a wonderment to me why they waste time on the likes of Daddy-O, and poor Skipper whose idea of the world outside of himself is limited if not absent.) geo. |
