dumb lame joke

What is Bestiality?
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It's when you have sex with your best friend.

The Falsehood of Modern Friendship

Back in the old days before there was a cellphone in every hand, internet in every room of every house and three or more social networking profiles for every man, woman and child in the world, friendship meant something.

Having a friend was, by definition and with no loopholes to escape it, being a friend. Friendship was a way of being. It meant you genuinely cared for the physical and emotional well-being of another individual just because they were who they were. Caring would always translate into doing. Whether it was helping to clean up a garden, babysitting, or just being a shoulder to cry on it was an action. Action full of sincerity. It also required awareness. If one friend went quiet the other would notice and find out why. When one friend asked another how they were doing, they genuinely wanted to know and cared if things weren't so great.

Friends felt obligated to help one another simply because it was the right thing to do. Not for a public pat on the back. Not for bragging rights. Not so that they could extort unpleasant favors out of the person at a later time.

Friends would stick up for you and protect you from bullies, even if that bully was yourself. A friend would tell you if you are being stupid, looking at things all wrong, or over reacting. A friend would point out your good and your bad traits and help you to overcome the bad. A friend would accept constructive criticism and appreciate the opportunity to perhaps become a better person.

Today the word friend refers to a thumbnail photo on a profile. Semi-anonymous blips on a screen that condone stupid behavior based on distorted subjective views of life. People you barely know that "lol" at dumb pics you post. Strangers who think it's funny when you insult someone they don't know. People who believe or at least accept the lies you post about yourself and/or others because it's the easy thing to do and they simply DO NOT CARE.

Friends are vague electronic nuances that entertain us and encourage our own stupidity. Allow us to wallow in self pity. Join in our hateful bashing of others. And waste our time challenging us in mindless "i have more friends than you" games within social networking sites.

Try this just once. Call on these individuals to help you move across town. Call on these individuals to loan you $30 so that your electricity doesn't get shut off. Call on these individuals when you need a ride to the dentist because you will be too medicated to drive home. Call on these individuals to care. Many people have 100's of "friends" online, but if put to the test they will find out that maybe a handful at best will actually rise to the challenge.

Now try this. Go through your buddy list and ask yourself about each person,"Do I really care about this person? What is their last name? What is their greatest fear? Do they have kids? What are their names? Do they have any health challenges? Am I willing to put forth any effort actually BEING a friend to them?"

So why do we call them friends? How long are you willing to lie to yourself to convince yourself and others that you aren't as selfish and uncaring as everyone else online?

Only thing more sad than the current state of friendship, is that family members, nowadays care even less than "friends".


People ask me why my buddy lists are small or non existent. I'll tell you. I just can't pretend to care about strangers that much. If they changed the "friends" list to "online contacts" or "online acquaintances" I would be willing to add plenty of people.

I do find plenty of people interesting to talk to, informative, or entertaining enough to want a quick link to their posts. But to call them a FRIEND? Why delude myself?

Written by: "Seagypsy"

This blog entry has been visited daily for several weeks now by a person or persons located in Moscow Russia. I don't mind the attention but since the blog is in English and I have no Russian friends, I am extremely curious as to why this entry is suddenly so popular there. If you are accessing this entry from Moscow please leave a comment and give me a clue of who you are. I will make the entry visible again only after I have gotten a response. Thanks, Seagypsy

Control by "Seagypsy"

Let him think he is in control
Even though that's not his role

I'll bat my eyes and give a pout
Then he'll be mine without a doubt

I will make him do my bidding
and to me he will be submitting

He'll believe he's master in the end
and this is how we control men.

Hunger by "Seagypy"

Smell the fruit and savor the meat

Taste it all its a wonderous treat



have your fill and move along

for tomorrow brings a brand new song



Don't be afraid to enjoy the feast

Served to you by the beast



That lives within us one and all

Patiently waiting for the call



To come out and show us who

We would be if we were true.

Liberation by "Seagypsy"

There was a girl I used to know

side by side we did grow



always smiling she had the stage

adored by all from a tender age



as time went by she began to cry

so i'd take her hand and away we'd fly



to a place where manners mattered not

and in this place to her i taught



you spent your life pleasing all

and by the wayside your "friends" did fall



they never caught you when you fell

twas me who, for you, went to hell



in the mirror I see her face

wipe the tears and take her place



she is tired now and can take no more

this life has treated her like a whore



following the rules and rising above

never once earned her love



I've been her understudy for so long

now she cannot sing her song



It is my time to take her place

no more tears running down our face



The heart we share will remain cold

no more i love yous to be told



smell the flowers ignore the weeds

tis the time to fullfil our needs



I'll sheild us from the judging glares

as we move to sample wares



I'll find a wild steed that suits us right

A fierce one that can run all night



To carry us off to the land of dreams

To the land of subdued screams



swimming in a sea of lust

she'll realize she no longer must



offer up any explaination

or live up to expectations



from this day forward she will always be

uninhibited living free

My first attempt at poetry ever


Vacant Soul



im killing the me
that you claim to see
im killing the me
that wasnt meant to be

all that i touch
turns to dust
never find love
only lust

spent all my life
giving all that i am
only to find out
that i never became

ive been who you want
anything you feel
when you decide you are done
i cease to be real

I never became
I was never really born
Im a shell of a being
that no one will mourn

without a purpose
without a role
without a love
without a soul


by: "Seagypsy" 5/2010

So Beautiful

It's been a long time since I blogged anything. I sometimes say my only addiction is music. I am not musically talented other than rocking the karaoke bar but music moves me. Helps me to express thoughts that would otherwise be trapped between my ears and completely incomprehensible by others. I recent new addition to my world has totally brought this song to the forefront of my mind.