Speak to me about conscience, unless it bothers you……
Marcythewhoresays: Men come into my massage parlors looking for Happy Endings that don’t bother their conscience. I tell them that maybe they should be going to confession instead of a massage parlor that particular day.
Then, again, the way I understand it is that a guy can go to a massage parlor in the morning, then go to confession in the afternoon, and start all over again the next day. Besides burning a lot of extra gas, doesn’t seem to cause much harm one way or the other. The trick is that when you die, don’t die when you are leaving the massage parlor. Die when you are leaving the church confessional.
I hear loads and loads of stories about private pain and all. I probably hear more stories than a bartender hears. I mean, how many bartenders give Happy Endings with their scotch and sodas. Let me tell you, if you want a scotch and soda with your Happy Ending, then come to one of my Chicago based massage parlors. You want just a scotch and soda, go to a bartender.
If you want to see a good video while getting your Happy Ending, why not? Marcy (me) can provide whatever you need to fulfill your fantasy. Renting a video is inexpensive compared to some to the S&M contraptions we use for some of our customers.
This thing about conscience? Yes, we can listen too. We are whores with ears if not whores with real hearts. And we are whores who know how to act. Whatever.
Conscience is about acting. If you want to act guilty about something, then act to the best of your ability. If you want to act like you don’t give a shit, then be Brad Pitt of someone…….marcythewhore
http://k3rplunk.blogspot.com/
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Controlled conscience?
in today's world, not having control over your conscience is rare. we all know that there is nothing like having a clean conscience, and we also know that its almost a myth. everyone does something wrong at some point or the other, and when the bells of one's conscience start ringing, we mute them out.
it's a fact.but what about if what you're doing is hurting a person? something you know and still do? i think it takes it a level above what we normally do. it's not exactly denial... in fact i'm not sure what it is. i'm not talking people who have indulged in something like genocide, to them, i guess the people they kill become nothing more than numbers. not talking of diseased minds either... the ability to hurt a person, still have a thorough understanding of what you're doing, and continue to do it anyway. and not necessarily out of spite or hatred either. or anger, although it can be argued that it clouds your vision (and thereby makes it easier to appease the conscience)... i'm not really sure what i'm talking about here. but then i rarely have clarity on some things...
just downloaded and watched a movie called 'garden state' a couple of days back... quite simply. the movie spoke to me. on many levels. all in all, the movie is about several set piece situations, most of them conversations between the main guy (who is recovering from a very long spell on anti-depressants) and the people from his past that he meets. some were overdone, but the majority were extremely touching and meaningful...
an indie movie, i'd place this just below some of my favorite movies like 'before sunrise' and 'lost in translation'.parents coming to meet me tomorrow, spent most of the day preparing for that (aka cleaning the room etc) and the rest of the time trying to figure out how i'm supposed to make a crc codec for a project by tomorrow night. the best part being, i cannot actually find the crc generator function i should be using anywhere on the net. so i had a miserable time trying to figure out the standards used in crc checksums today. when i couldn't i finally came to the conclusion that i have to make my own...
which in itself is not fun, cause i have to find a way to divide a 250+ digit binary number by another 200+ binary. and then the real fun starts...song for now : zero7 - in the waiting line.
Then, again, the way I understand it is that a guy can go to a massage parlor in the morning, then go to confession in the afternoon, and start all over again the next day. Besides burning a lot of extra gas, doesn’t seem to cause much harm one way or the other. The trick is that when you die, don’t die when you are leaving the massage parlor. Die when you are leaving the church confessional.
I hear loads and loads of stories about private pain and all. I probably hear more stories than a bartender hears. I mean, how many bartenders give Happy Endings with their scotch and sodas. Let me tell you, if you want a scotch and soda with your Happy Ending, then come to one of my Chicago based massage parlors. You want just a scotch and soda, go to a bartender.
If you want to see a good video while getting your Happy Ending, why not? Marcy (me) can provide whatever you need to fulfill your fantasy. Renting a video is inexpensive compared to some to the S&M contraptions we use for some of our customers.
This thing about conscience? Yes, we can listen too. We are whores with ears if not whores with real hearts. And we are whores who know how to act. Whatever.
Conscience is about acting. If you want to act guilty about something, then act to the best of your ability. If you want to act like you don’t give a shit, then be Brad Pitt of someone…….marcythewhore
http://k3rplunk.blogspot.com/
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Controlled conscience?
in today's world, not having control over your conscience is rare. we all know that there is nothing like having a clean conscience, and we also know that its almost a myth. everyone does something wrong at some point or the other, and when the bells of one's conscience start ringing, we mute them out.
it's a fact.but what about if what you're doing is hurting a person? something you know and still do? i think it takes it a level above what we normally do. it's not exactly denial... in fact i'm not sure what it is. i'm not talking people who have indulged in something like genocide, to them, i guess the people they kill become nothing more than numbers. not talking of diseased minds either... the ability to hurt a person, still have a thorough understanding of what you're doing, and continue to do it anyway. and not necessarily out of spite or hatred either. or anger, although it can be argued that it clouds your vision (and thereby makes it easier to appease the conscience)... i'm not really sure what i'm talking about here. but then i rarely have clarity on some things...
just downloaded and watched a movie called 'garden state' a couple of days back... quite simply. the movie spoke to me. on many levels. all in all, the movie is about several set piece situations, most of them conversations between the main guy (who is recovering from a very long spell on anti-depressants) and the people from his past that he meets. some were overdone, but the majority were extremely touching and meaningful...
an indie movie, i'd place this just below some of my favorite movies like 'before sunrise' and 'lost in translation'.parents coming to meet me tomorrow, spent most of the day preparing for that (aka cleaning the room etc) and the rest of the time trying to figure out how i'm supposed to make a crc codec for a project by tomorrow night. the best part being, i cannot actually find the crc generator function i should be using anywhere on the net. so i had a miserable time trying to figure out the standards used in crc checksums today. when i couldn't i finally came to the conclusion that i have to make my own...
which in itself is not fun, cause i have to find a way to divide a 250+ digit binary number by another 200+ binary. and then the real fun starts...song for now : zero7 - in the waiting line.
posted by marcythewhore at 8:08 AM
2 Comments:
yes, hearts- we all got 'em.
it's the acceptance of a lie to see the heart as a hopeless thing- that venomous whisper in the ear of a child.
The ancient Egyptians believed that thought came from the heart. When the Pharaoh was embalmed, the heart went into a canopic jar to preserve the Pharaoh's thoughts. They didn't know what the gray goop inside the skull was about, so they scraped the gray goop out, tossed it into the fire.
In a former life I was an Egyptian prostitute.....marcythewhore
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