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Hello,
My name is Satyr, and I'm a functional alcoholic.

I'm a Canadian-Greek male.
I like sports, walks on the beach and moonlight sonatas over a good glass of red wine.
I cry....often.

My favorite colors are black, because it resembles my dark humor and my void soul, and blue, because that's my normal state of mind.

I'm looking for a dark haired voluptuous beauty, with an ass to die for and money to spare.
Did I mention that I'm unemployed and living in my father's basement?

PM me your resumes.

Greetings from across all time and space.

You sound entertaining, Satyr.
You might try to find some employment as entertainer on the net.
And your spelling is excellent, too.
And you are not vulgar. Or not very much.
You are rather eloquent. You probably have a college degree.
And .....
So you are not the most deperate being in the world. You are just average. Like everyone else.
The basement may be nicely decorated and it is cool when it gets hot in summer, so you do not need air-conditioning.

Your famous ancesters: Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, to name by just a few, had a much less comfortable life, Socrates was a bum even, and they still achieved a lot and became famous for millenia to come.

Kind regards from Lukia

Back off girlfriend, he's mine!

Really ????
I am not fighting for men, so you can keep him.
But he sounded like a gloomy bachelor and he is from Canada and you are from Nevada.
And my dear husband Mr. Mousky is perfectly enough for me.
I just wanted to cheer a lonely soul a little up, that´s all.

In the clearing sits the goat-man, primed and cool, his horny member glistening in the dying embers of his lost youth.

There was a time when, he too, a mere kid, frolicked amongst sunlit daffodils, swearing allegiance to mankind and singing songs of youthful joy.

But, the noonday came, and burned his skin crisp.
In his misery he sought out human beings and found but swine, swimming in the mud and feeding on each other's remains.

Tears soon turned to stones.

Crawling beneath a weeping willow, he suckled upon goat adders and attended to his wounds.
Beasts came to lick his skin cool and he grew to respect them more than his own kind.

Now, as the sun slowly descends in the west, he casts his hard-earned stones at those he is disgusted by; he reflects their decadence and exposes their depravity...hoping, still, to find a place amongst humanity, before the darkness settles him down to sleep.

And his tears?
They are his own.

Have you ever been anything else apart from a satyr ?
Have you done anything else apart from indulging in self-pity ?

You could do editing as a job. But maybe it is an overcrowded profession, I don´t know.
Does your father invite you sometimes for tea to his apartments upstairs ?
Does he give you some advice about your future ?
He must love you and want your best, you sound like a nice boy.

Lusia Mousky wrote:Have you ever been anything else apart from a satyr ?

Yes, I have been a god and a man.

Have you done anything else apart from indulging in self-pity ?

Oh child, a Satyr plays many parts.

You could do editing as a job. But maybe it is an overcrowded profession, I don´t know.
Does your father invite you sometimes for tea to his apartments upstairs ?

After he has raped me...yes.

Does he give you some advice about your future ?

What advice can the dead offer?

He must love you and want your best, you sound like a nice boy.

I am.


Very, very nice.

Hello Satyr

Love your 'Live Lightly'

Some sigs I really appreciate and are memorable.
The rear end of Camel's always makes me smile : 'Trust me, I'm a Camel'

but I guess they can change at any time...I often wonder why people pick 'em....

See ya' around.

M.