there can really be no easy way out huh?

in all of existencel ife has thrown us curves balls that smashed our faces in with the simple explanation of “no, you cant do that.” and yet, we seem to push on, finding these ever present “shortcuts” as it were. in truth, your doing nothing but expanding the amount of work that needs to be done. recently, there has been a reemergence of two such instances. you all know them as hauptman111, and twistedwood. yes, these two seem to think that everything has a short cut. and through ignoring their taunts and vicious attacks, deleting their comments, and generally not paying attention to them. can we truly ever achieve what we set out to do in the first place.

do they know the hard work we all go through to produce what we can? are they truly wary of their own misgivings both offline and online? can they actually be trusted with their own thoughts about whatever actions they commit themselves to commit? these are just some questions that filter through the everyday presence of life. but these questions dont just apply to these two e-stalkers in particular. they also apply to you as well. yes you, the one who is reading these very words. can yo utruly absolve yourselves of any tiny indescretion? are yo uruly aware of yourself? are you aware of your own mortality, the simply fact that one day, you will all simple drop dead, to put it simply.

the reason i ask about mortality, and the ever present curiousity surrounding it, is simply this: reguadless of whether you, or as im now calling them, twistedhaupt111, know it, all our clocks are slowly but surely running down to a particular date. like the grains of time we will all eventually fall through the smallest part of the hourglass called life, and land in the ever growing pile of dust known only as death. morbid for a first post, aint it? of course.

you see, twistedhaupt111 are two people that are the most prevelent annoyances i have to deal with. ive stopped visiting hauptman111s site, simply because its the easiest thing to do. and then whenever twistedhaupt111 start commenting on my stuff, i simply delete their comments. this is the first rule of protecting yourself from e-stalkers. if you ignore them long enough, they will simply go nuts and figureo ut ways of grabbing your attenion. if you counter these methods, then they will eventually run out of ways to grab your attention, and therefore, move on to other pressing matters.

much like a dogs mind which simply go from barking at a mailman to chasing a ball if there is a treat inside of it. e-stalkers (twistedwood and hauptman111) will simply disappear, never to be heard from again. the other method is to simply give them too much attention, there by freaking them out into just leaving you alone to your own devices.

thats the approach im taking with this new blog. any time they comment on my blog, ill simply copy and paste their comments in here, and to put it in the ironic wording “put them in their places.” after all, that is what twistedhauptan111 wants me to do. put them in their places. like the bad boys they are.

folks, this is the alternate ending they get for simply not leaving me alone. and beleive me. i can play hauptmans game very, very well.

and just for the fuck of it, im not editing anything put here. so remember, im putting them here, in their places. where they can rant and rave all they want, and no one will give a damn. also, just for fun, ill put their comments in short story format. evil luaghter all around.

Posted via web from twisted wood and hauptmans rage page

Author: Morgan James Gavin

Author, Musician, Tarot Reader, Blogger, sex icon, all around chill guy. What's your dream?

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