Well, the barn is a great place to check out websites. Some really large bastards spin some awesome bug traps.
Course lately the Fall migration of spiders was pretty nice to watch as spiders spun webs and then took flight.
“Word press robots meant, internet websites, not spider webs.”
But the best website is the one that spiders spin above a television set and freaks out the human occupants by dangling in front of the tv.
Chromosomes within normal evolutionary scales of boundary.
Poland the nest of ancestor accumulation and bypassing natural herd migration.
Homo sapien resting assuredly with the accepted definition of human.
Born into a family unit of mother and father with accompanied siblings in a city called, Chicago.
Mentally acuity above normal and excelled in school attaining a degree in nursing.
Served in sacrifice on the ship, Hope.
Took a mate to liking and birthed a daughter who fell short in most parameters (another description is needed)
Firmly attuned with God and educational as to why to stranger and friend alike.
Adopted two male babies and raised them as if biologically connected.
Suffered the anguish of life and death leaving the world a better place than what was born into.
She was the best mother indeed.
I daresay this talk of dilly daddle…Next thing you know we’re all a twaddle.
(now down to business) Putting off? Seriously?
Time is now and now is time.
To control the seconds and their reflections”=;minions to pass the time.
:’Ih[ ho kool_l;”
See?
No?
At least… at least maybe, a smile?4
Of course, and there you have it all now (hurumph hurumph)
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Someday
One day
when the time is right, I might choose to put off writing.
You see, being possessed is a hobby of mine. Many times a week my head spins 440 degrees and I vomit pea green slime, which strangely tastes like pea soup.
It is extremely enjoyable to crawl on the ceiling like a sand crab AND I sizzle like an omelet when covered in holy water.
So, the question of what would happen if I lost all my possessions? I’d probably do the right thing and vote for that saint, Donald Trump and protest against killing babies , and donate to the poor, and help blind people cross the road, and, and, and…
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.
