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Alabaster Crippens doesn't entirely believe in objective truth, therefore he can neither confirm or deny the accuracy of any statement, image or impression caused by, or displayed on, these pages of the so called 'internet'. He does however not want to get sued, even if the lawyers, legal system, and the concept of jurisprudence doesn't exist. Therefore if you believe the nonsense posted on here you do so entirely at your own risk. In other words: Don't sue me 'cause I might not mean it. Basically, anything you hear from anyone is unreliable, so if you want the 'truth' you need the perspectives of as many people as you can get..ideally people who are trustworthy and close to the particular 'truth' you wish to inspect. If you start trusting idiots with silly (and obviously made up) names then you're developing some kind of problem. Check your sources, examine their own politcal (or other) motivation, remember that anything people say is opinion unless you are certain that they speak the 'truth'. Even your own eyes can lie. Trust me on that one. Or don't..it doesn't bother me. Finally, everything written here is, to the best of my knowledge written by me and I reserve my right to be recognised as the author of these works. Any input from other sources should be clearly shown, if you note a mistake or anything..tell me..I'll try and sort out the problem. Please ask me if you want to use anything for commercial reasons...I probably won't mind but I need to know I'm not supporting anything I don't want to support. This is an attempt at a legal notice written without legal knowledge. Just follow the principles, I think most of you get what I mean, even if it won't stand up in a court of law. Just be polite you know...like in the good ole days.
Category Archives: Love
On Consumption – Love, the Universe, a Hairy Thing
Okay, so first, a little thing I wrote in my notepad a month or so ago whilst drunk on a train down to Torquay. Just needed to do something creative, and thought I’d ponder some of my more pathetic/romantic sensibilities. … Continue reading
Posted in Love, Mild Mania, Personal, Ramble, Thoughts
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Happy Fucking Day – Load of Bullshit
That’s about it. As you can probably tell, I’m not particularly pro valentine’s day. Even though this year, for once, I’ve actually got someone to be cynical about it with (who’s visiting today, and I haven’t seen ‘em for over … Continue reading
Posted in Bullshit, Fucking, Hugs, Love, Valentines
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The Changing of the Calendar
So, the official new year is fast approaching (an hour and twenty minutes for those few people who live on the right (or wrong) side of the international date line) and I’m overwhelmed with underwhelmedness. See, I’ve already thought of … Continue reading
Posted in Insiration, life, Looking Back, Looking forward, Love, New Year, Resolutions
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Not Working
My hangover is trying to kill me, the nano meet last night was a mess but a kind of success, but I may have been too drunk. I then went elsewhere and got more too drunk. Had my first ‘old … Continue reading
Posted in Bits and Bobs, Booze, Conflusion, Day of the Dead, Fear, Love, Memorial, Nanowrimo, Personal
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Satisfying – Sex and the Pretty
Innacurate title really. I’m not feeling particularly pretty and I’m not getting any sex. Still…should ramp up the stats a little. First though, an aside. I lvoe my blog surfer, occasionally I find someone on there who I can’t remember … Continue reading
Posted in Experience, Feminism, gender, Learning, life, Love, Mind, Sex
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Getting to Know Who
So, let’s say I like a girl. What do I do? I have trouble with this stage of things. I’m damn good at chatting, ‘flirting’ and generally socialising, but I find it hard to show that I am genuinely interested, … Continue reading
Posted in Dating, life, Love, Mind, People, Personal, Reflection, Relationships, Romance, T'ai Chi, Thoughts, Uncategorized
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Depressing Results from Online Quiz – Just What I Needed
Picked this up from HPS…what’s my ‘dating persona’? Oh joy I’m: The Manchild Random Brutal Love Dreamer (RBLD) Hopeful. Awkward. Soft-headed. Fire intrigues you. You are The Manchild. Okay, Manchildren have some good qualities. They can be unpredictable, … Continue reading
Posted in Abuse, Analysis, Apathetic Fallacy, Broken, Circles, Confusion, Damn Lies, Depressing, Detachment, Diary?, Emotion, Emotional, Emotions, Empathy, Entropy, Everything, Experience, Feeling Rough, Fire, Fucked up, Gah, Humanity, Identity, Incoherent, Insecurities, Insignificance, Insomnia, Introspective, Kipple, life, Lost, Lost Myself, Love, Mania, Me, Memories, Mild Mania, Mood swings, Personal, Personal Growth, Problems, Processes, Ramble, Rant, Reality, Relationships, Screwed up, Self Indulgent, Self Obsession, Self-Hate, Self-Recrimination, Swings and Roundabouts, Thoughts
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I Blame You Not – Mara Carlyle
So, I’ve not posted a video before, but I could think of no better way of making you look at this. It’s amazing. I love her voice so much. Look for Baby Bloodheart also. Then buy her album ‘The Lovely’ … Continue reading
Posted in Accidental Records, Beauty, Electonica, Film, Heartbreak, Incredible, Love, Mara Carlyle, Music, Voice, Weird, Weirdness
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