tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006467157263852402.post253461456368146757..comments2023-05-18T07:47:25.286-07:00Comments on YOURS.DOGboy: 50. A listdogboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15796803889032978343noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006467157263852402.post-19278966679283994102010-08-11T05:04:17.710-07:002010-08-11T05:04:17.710-07:00kinkynik
this is some true wisdom you're shar...kinkynik<br /><br />this is some true wisdom you're sharing with all disillusioned depressed furries us here. Yes, yes, you're right, even tho i do feel old and decrepit as we speak. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe i'm really growing old. Lol, i like your motto, 'i'm going down but ur going down with me' sort of thing. please, do drop by more often.<br />Thank you, my friend<br />Love<br />dBdogboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15796803889032978343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006467157263852402.post-19584567138653647492010-08-10T12:07:09.868-07:002010-08-10T12:07:09.868-07:00As a better wordsmith than me said,
"Do no...As a better wordsmith than me said,<br /><br /> "Do not go gentle into that good night,<br /><br />Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br /><br />Rage, rage against the dying of the light."<br /><br />All of you are young, imagine being old, decrepit and depressed.<br /><br /> <br />Now that's enough to piss anyone off.<br /><br />Go out in the sunshine, run around, take drugs, fuck, it all helps.<br /><br />DB try and do without the perscription shit.<br /><br />Skinned Rabbit Boy, good boy for not ripping your client off.<br /><br />I had a boy try to do that to me, I nearly took his head off with a fire extinguisher.<br /><br />DB you writing is very good and like a primal scream you should let it all out.<br /><br />One of my bon mots is " When I go, I'm taking some fucker with me."<br /><br />It's whatever keeps you going really.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006467157263852402.post-39767921553905142452010-08-10T00:26:58.214-07:002010-08-10T00:26:58.214-07:00Steppenwolf, I told ya once i get over myself ii w...Steppenwolf, I told ya once i get over myself ii will write back and more properly, so I guess this is it now. Always grateful of your kind words, depression is a real thing for me, maybe the only thing in ma life i'm not faking. But i got diagnosed with anxiety disorder instead. maybe i should have kicked that stupid cow's face in, but alas, i let her be the master of me and tell me i've screwed up my life severely, as if that was my problem. anyways. Obviously you're having your own issues with depression, and i can't really explain it, lately is like living in an alternative world, everything tainted by this...combination of madness and sadness, and if i knew how to write i'd probably find the right words to describe it, but...it's as if,in this world, everything has lost its sheen and colour, its meaning, its sound, its purpose, its smells. everything and everyone feels removed, or I am the one that has removed entirely from the world. Makes any sense?<br /><br />respect, my friend.<br />dbdogboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15796803889032978343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006467157263852402.post-77396092021630518792010-08-10T00:19:55.450-07:002010-08-10T00:19:55.450-07:00Hey Skinned Rabbit Boy!
You should have taken his ...Hey Skinned Rabbit Boy!<br />You should have taken his cards, LOL, oh no, but i know you are a sweet guy.Your story is amazing and would indeed help me go to sleep with a big warm smile on ma face, but it's morning now, another day even though the same. I really wouldn't mind of u reeled off some of your own tactics/coping devices, then it could be a whole furries' therapy group lolol<br />Thank yo my friend!<br />Love<br />dBdogboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15796803889032978343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006467157263852402.post-11809370546535547422010-08-09T09:10:55.846-07:002010-08-09T09:10:55.846-07:00Like I just walked in on some furries co-counselli...Like I just walked in on some furries co-counselling session or something? What can I be huh - skinned rabbit boy?<br /><br />it doesn't read like giving up, but what do i know? i could reel off some of my own tactics - but that's just annoying. so i'll tell you a story instead - like a cheerful bedtime story<br /><br />I got this phone call from someone this morning - not a friend - just someone I know and take advantage of occassionally - they probably see it as the other way round, but they're wrong, obviously.<br /><br />He said: Hi Meesh, can you come over? his voice sounds kinda weird and a long way off.<br />Me: What - like now? i'm kind of ... i look around the room for inspiration ... busy? uh - decorating?<br />Him: Yes now - please - it's really important.<br />Me: ( the noise it makes when you bite your fingernails)<br />Him: I'll give you twenty quid - please?<br />Me:(kind of laughing) twenty quid is just insulting<br />Him: I didn't mean - not for anything like that - just come over and i'll give it to you, it's all I've got in the house ...<br />Me: oh all right - whatever<br />Him: (a noise like releasing breath in relief) Thank you - oh - when you get here you'll have to break in - come through the back and you can reach the key through the cat-flap - ok?<br />Me: yeah yeah ( I've done this before - I don't think he knows that though. I don't ask why I need to do this - maybe he has some kind of intruder fetish he wants to indulge?)<br /><br />So I get to his house and climb over the gate, squirm my arm through the cat flap, turn the key and let myself in. It's eerie quiet in there and my voice sounds weird when i call his name.<br />"up here" he shouts back, it's sort of distant.<br /><br />So I climb these two flights of stairs - and i find him chained to his heavy, victorian style radiator in the little bathroom off the bedroom. He's wearing this piss-soaked white underwear and the smell in there is unbelievable. I notice his phone is on the floor in front of him - he must've dialled it with his toes or something.<br />"You want me to untie you?" I say from the doorway - I don't really wanna go any nearer.<br />"Oh no" he says - and he's not even fucking embarrassed - " I just need you to feed the cats - they're going mad poor things"<br />He tells me there's a note in his wallet, in his trouser pocket in the bedroom - I toy with the idea of taking his cards but, you know, i'm kind of sweet really.<br /><br />Does that help any? I dunno - it made me smile. It's pretty much a secret so sshh, ok?<br /><br />love,<br />MChangelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16971293660092708835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006467157263852402.post-34126242149930812472010-08-09T05:48:47.883-07:002010-08-09T05:48:47.883-07:00Steppenwolf, wolf boy, my man, i will reply as i s...Steppenwolf, wolf boy, my man, i will reply as i shpuld to your comment later, but right now dogboy is trying to keep his screams and cries inside, even though dogboy doesn't cry, not really, but right now it he really wants to but can't.I will come back to you more coherent, but right now all i can say is thank you.<br /><br />all the love and respect<br />Dbdogboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15796803889032978343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006467157263852402.post-47064219921436178832010-08-09T05:28:48.325-07:002010-08-09T05:28:48.325-07:00It's living that moment eternally. Stuck on a ...It's living that moment eternally. Stuck on a pin like a bug. The total relentless horror of the now. I only have to visit Dogboy, I'd hate to have to live there. I always feel wierd when I tell you how well you write 'cause I feel what you say is real. It's like saying well done for having cancer! But you do write well. I'm sure it's a skill you'll use to your advantage. Yours truly Wolf Boy.Manichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16116433823075858820noreply@blogger.com