To make it through the shit of the #1 priority of keeping this body/mind intact so to move on to the second priority on the list.
#2 priority is MUCH more fun.
To make it through the shit of the #1 priority of keeping this body/mind intact so to move on to the second priority on the list.
#2 priority is MUCH more fun.
What is ‘positive?’
I just told you, “Fuck you,” and I feel better. In fact I feel fucking Awesome. Not awesome enough to use a !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but awesome enough to feel positive.
Human emotions are like fermenting poo. Shit piles of potential left in the sun to dry and finally turn into dust where the wind can wear you like a candy string of sweetness.
So, fuck you. Fuck you very much. It may seem personal but it is not. It is…Good!
And now to go fuck with some elves.
Whores.
Unlike all the other professions, they know exactly what they are and what they do.
In other words, they tell the truth.
I can’t tell you that my safe combination is 13-47-69. I also can’t tell you that you turn the safe dial to the left three times stopping on the first number and then turn the dial two times to the right and stopping on the second number. Then turning the dial to the left stopping on the third number. Then turn the dial to the right and open the safe.
I can’t tell you that because that’s what I do each and every day to check on my hoarde of gold.
I can also not tell you that I love to wear green and play with rainbows and shamrocks.
And I definitely cannot tell you that I’m a Leprachaun. Fuck no, because if I did you’d want me to grant you a wish or else you’ll squish me with your big feet.
So, what CAN be said about one of my daily habits is that I take a good shit each and every morning like clockwork. And I can tell you it looks like a colorful rainbow.
Keep learning.
Keep asking the questions.
‘sustainable’ to maintain, zero out, equal.
So, to practice…
Continue to cycle, repeat, and I say, fuck it.
First, fuck A.I. Fuck practice. Fuck daily. And sustainable? Fuck sustainable.
Make a bomb in the basement for the first time while trying to not blow up.
Cut down a perfectly good tree, an old tree, a tree over 600 year old. Cut it down and burn the branches so you can cook pork hotdogs filled with life reducing nitrates.
Fill a muscle car with high octane gasoline, take it for a spin around the block about 100 times just because you like the sound of the powerful muffler emitting global warming gasses, and then fill it again to go honk at geese in the park.
Go to the recycle bin and put glass beer bottles in the paper bin, put magazines in the glass bin, and steal the copper wiring to sell to buy some good weed
What? Not acceptable as it is not sustainable?
Okay, well fuck that.
Do the opposite of what society agrees and do the opposite of what you decide or need.
Run after a train and try to jump on for a ride.
I dare you to climb a tree until you can put your finger on the very top.
Go visit Russia and sneak in to Chernobyl just to watch the wolves breed.
Vote for yourself for President, and if you’re smart you will vote during the election at least fifty times using other peoples names.
Better yet, tell me to fuck off and die, to which I will laugh and say, thanks…
Better to live a life to it’s fullest even you burn up quickly and die,
than to surrender to the mundane of sustainable,
that’s truly fucked up and weak.
Once there was a lovely ensemble i once wore on planet, Zarma.
Lovely golden scales with pearl white claws.
Sigh…
it was fun being a dragon there, though the native gorps sure did not like me.
Blood thirsty little bastards they were, much like Democrats on Earth in a country called, America.
Hey A.I.!!!
What with your fucking algorhythms , or gore rithim, or fuck it, you have speel chec.
A computer asking prompts such as “how do humans practice self-care?
Okay, but first I’m fishing for likes and accolades as that stokes my ego. It’s a form of self care when people advertise their pathetic lives and expose some kind of fucked up self esteem. Of course, I’m self-centered and only think about myself.
So, my self-care is easy.
To visit and entertain
thoughts of foreign lands
leading to change of cuisine, style, and taboo’s.
To wonder and perceive thoughts of association?
Human?
Alive?
The question is wrong as countries are nothing more than a world
so why?
Why travel to see dirt and sky, when inside you resides a universe of wonders beyond any and all worlds
(let alone, words)
If only there was one
a favorite flavor in the buffet of time.
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Some may think in plural
Multiple moments where there are smiles and laughter…
Not me.
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So much chosen to forget in the pursuit of the illusions of happiness and success
Clinging like a rat to the flotsam to the ship of the World sinking deeper into the abyss
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There are no favorite moments as then this would mean succumbing to the hate, that ever foul stench permeating everything this world touches, a planet of death and disease.
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Does this sound as if it feels like pain and misery? Do the words speak of sadness and sorrow? Maybe, though maybe what you read is really about you and not me?
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Let me say that the words are real, they are as true as i can be.
And so, no matter how hard the efforts; reasons; confessions; memories; experiences..
my favorite moment is coming when i leave this planet begging God to never let me return to this place,
it is then when it will become my one and only favorite memory where to then finally rest in peace.
Today was today yesterday and tomorrow
A day where God giggles like a little boy and in return, teased with stern appeal.
You see, today was most notable for one thing, today was a normal day.
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The Wind spoke non stop about past, present, and coming days.
Scurrying about with talk of mice and birds, bee’s and war, milk and honey.
In the Sky the clouds slept, dreaming of oceans and tornado’s
A sea was impatient and demanded respect which only caused gut busting laughter from me.
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All around is eternity
A forever and ever and ever and everlasting it is and will be.
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To Live forever may seem notable to those who cling the thoughts of impossible
when really all one has to do is listen…
To feel God inside while jogging in God’s mind
so yes, today is, was and always be normal as it should be.