where the journalizing writer is vague and speaks in metaphors

[rone]

You know, it's fucking hard when someone decides to fill your karmic bucket with anger, because you have to carry the goddamned thing around until you find a good place to pour some out, except you can't pour out a lot because it's bad for the environment and, anyway, someone will notice and make you scrape it back up.  You can't just tip it over and dump it because that's going to make a huge fucking mess.  And pouring it out is HARD when it's so full and heavy, and all the other normal situations that make their contribution to the anger just make it heavier, whereas normally you can just dispose of them with ease.

So that's what the last two days have been like.  I'm tired, and i'm sore, and if i ever find that motherfucker, i'm going to repay his karmic debt with interest.

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[sandollar17.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

[iayork.livejournal.com]

Rone doesn't live in the restaurant, he lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with his wife 2Wanda. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room, seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't have to take out their karmic buckets filled with anger for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the anger in there, and we decided it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the karmic bucket down to the city dump. So we took the bucket full of karmic anger, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the karmic bucket.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another bucket full of karmic anger. And we decided that one big bucket is better than two little buckets, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our's down.

[ikkyu2.livejournal.com]

I'm in San Francisco. Come get some, wineboy.

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[drieuxster.livejournal.com]

Wish there were some simple solution here. But always remember, revenge is a dish best served cold. Viciously, Brutally, Cold.

[dawn-guy.livejournal.com]

I was generating steam visible at 300 metres (and trying to REMAIN CALM sufficiently that precious catbear doesn't injure himself with power tools from my anger or his concern for me as I deal it) before I read of your woe. Your karmic crap most certainly isn't connected to mine in the mundane world (nor, I think, in any other way that matters).

You're got my sympathy, my empathy and any other non-disease-carrying -pathies that want to come along for the ride.