Natural Freedom

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In building a statue, a sculptor doesn't keep adding clay to his subject.He keeps chiseling away at the inessentials until the truth of its creation is revealed without obstructions. Perfection is not when there is no more to add,but no more to take away.

Ahh but they don`t
So true, all this talk of pimp tightness is true and I can reverse the game on a level that few can understand least of all the women I interact with. But if they aren`t willing to do their 50% nothing happens.


Exactly, I either have no interest in what they`re selling. Or I`m interested and they post high so I leave.

I do need femininity and I LOVE it, but ultimately I will just keep rolling along until one catches a clue, and I am prepared to wait an indefinite amount of time until I get something that aligns with my moral values.

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"The heart is deep beyond all things, and it is the man. Even so, who can know him."

...and that's why I'd decided NOT to stay with my 1st son's mother (not that the current kid has been proven to be mine yet...just so we don't get confused here lol)...because I knew my mindset wasn't right at the time and she was an absolute monster diva...probably a lot like those birches on Basketball Wives...she REALLY thinks she is something special.

I've already mentioned this a few times...better for me not to be around than him to indirectly 'learn his place' with women. I still think my Dad not being around is what ultimately allowed my open mindedness on the subject of make/female interaction, regardless of what my Mom attempted to 'install' in me...I was able to resist the programming...and hopefully, as long as no buster ass dude decides to sacrifice his nuts to put a ring on his mother, my son will still have a fighting chance for me to install the right OS one day.

Conversely, should the kid that was born on Friday morning turn out to be mine (BEAUTIFUL baby boy...healthy too), things will be put in motion to execute my most grandiose experiment yet: To raise a male child in an environment where the dynamic between his mom and dad is TOTALLY PIMP TIGHT...she understands that our strengths cover each others weaknesses, and that I am the undisputed choice to lead the household...no ifs, ands or buts. Sure there will be some resistance occasionally, but I anticipate that it would be NOTHING on the scale that my ex gave me...more like speed bumps compared to road blocks.

I haven't elaborated on the events of this weekend yet, but I WILL SAY that her family (more her married sister), who had never really seen us interact for any decent amount of time, was a little more than surprised.

I'll stop now before I totally unintentionally hijack this thread...but yes. Bottom line, I believe that no role model is better than a bad role model.

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EVERYTHING in life is conditional...EVERYTHING.

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I disagree on certain specifics but agree with the overall message.

I think the symp nature of my father lead me to this path, because ever since I was really little I was always like no. There has to be another way.

The harshness of my upbringing combined with the extend to which the matrix was programmed into me. Created the perfect storm in which my only option was to be pimp tight or be destroyed by circumstance.

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"The heart is deep beyond all things, and it is the man. Even so, who can know him."

First and foremost Peregrinus, I know. Yes. I know. Sometimes, we have to remember - especially when everyone else is dropping like flies.


This is the reason why marriage will not exist in the future societies.

This is the reason why the divorce rate is high and rising.

This is the reason why we feel the other side of the pressure.


Marriage is a contract which is drawn up to make physical that which is and will always be non-physical. You cannot see it, hear it, taste it or touch it. It is a promise that only exists in the minds (or whatever) of those people who hold the piece of paper up in the air and scirbble their names.

You cannot prove that the bond in question exists.

Answers lie elsewhere.

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