Fed fucking up, Rich! {growl}
I got so fucking tired of literary partner's bullshit that I finally sat down and wrote him a letter which will go out in tonight's mail:
I don't know how to tell you the following in any other way that would make it likely you would take it seriously. Lately you've been playing Dog in the Manger and doing everything in your power to make me despair of ever having a good reason to go on living. As you know, I'm prone to depression, as it is, and despair can kill, pushing people into committing suicide. STOP THE FUCK DOING THAT!!! I wouldn't do it to you. In fact, I hope and pray you meet some good lady and that you and she fall totally in love with each other and get married and are wonderfully happy and that as a result YOU STOP TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM DOING WHAT I NEED TO DO TO HAVE MY OWN HAPPINESS!!!
Another thing you've been doing is running mind-games on me to keep me from speaking my mind about truly important things. Like, will G-d intervene to keep us from destroying our world and/or help us get into space in permanent successful settlements before the biosphere collapses? That's what I was working up to last Wednesday when you kept deliberately shifting the conversation - running mind-games on me - before I could speak that ultimate question. Do you really value the Earth and her life so little that you laugh off what's happening to her? Or hate G-d enough you don't want me mentioning his name? Or, for that matter, value me so little you'd rather have me be dead of despair than be able to use Magick to arrive at a place where I can be happy, all so you can wallow in your own slough of despond forever without interference? I am so tired of your mind-fucks. If you can't stop doing this, maybe we'd better stop having our conversations.
-- Yael Dragwyla
Do you suppose that maybe, just maybe, it'll get through to him?
I don't know how to tell you the following in any other way that would make it likely you would take it seriously. Lately you've been playing Dog in the Manger and doing everything in your power to make me despair of ever having a good reason to go on living. As you know, I'm prone to depression, as it is, and despair can kill, pushing people into committing suicide. STOP THE FUCK DOING THAT!!! I wouldn't do it to you. In fact, I hope and pray you meet some good lady and that you and she fall totally in love with each other and get married and are wonderfully happy and that as a result YOU STOP TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM DOING WHAT I NEED TO DO TO HAVE MY OWN HAPPINESS!!!
Another thing you've been doing is running mind-games on me to keep me from speaking my mind about truly important things. Like, will G-d intervene to keep us from destroying our world and/or help us get into space in permanent successful settlements before the biosphere collapses? That's what I was working up to last Wednesday when you kept deliberately shifting the conversation - running mind-games on me - before I could speak that ultimate question. Do you really value the Earth and her life so little that you laugh off what's happening to her? Or hate G-d enough you don't want me mentioning his name? Or, for that matter, value me so little you'd rather have me be dead of despair than be able to use Magick to arrive at a place where I can be happy, all so you can wallow in your own slough of despond forever without interference? I am so tired of your mind-fucks. If you can't stop doing this, maybe we'd better stop having our conversations.
-- Yael Dragwyla
Do you suppose that maybe, just maybe, it'll get through to him?