I want to share my perception of the truth about things as I perceive them in a rotating series of posts on the specific topics at the top of this blog. Check out the topics on the side of the page. They are some of the things I have a small degree of expertise on that I want to investigate and share.
I am a both a literal and figurative SOB.
As 50 looms and the same recurring path recycles itself in my thoughts.
30 years of spiraling scribbles that pursue their tails like that famous Greek snake. I was quiet for 49 years, 50 is my year to blossom, to tell the truth about things, the age where I have perspective and wisdom and am ready to share it.
Eddies and whirlpools and fresh starts all leading back to the same conclusion all decked out in the latest Haute Coture, brand new clothing from the "Emporer" collection.
This is a work in progress, now with editing for clarity and community outreach. This should be and is intended to be a great deal of fun, working on side projects because I am not a full time anything except trouble maker.
I am a Trouble making SOB.
In the Black Bar at the top are some ideas about new truth I want to pursue.
Each has a home work assignment.
The trouble I want to get into.
The things that wake me up at 4 am, fresh out of the unconscious realm, energized and ready to boogie.
The breathless, joyous, smiling way too much and talking way too fast because my mind is just on hyperdrive when I get excited by conversations with people about "wouldn't it be great if...."
I am a both a literal and figurative SOB.
As 50 looms and the same recurring path recycles itself in my thoughts.
30 years of spiraling scribbles that pursue their tails like that famous Greek snake. I was quiet for 49 years, 50 is my year to blossom, to tell the truth about things, the age where I have perspective and wisdom and am ready to share it.
Eddies and whirlpools and fresh starts all leading back to the same conclusion all decked out in the latest Haute Coture, brand new clothing from the "Emporer" collection.
This is a work in progress, now with editing for clarity and community outreach. This should be and is intended to be a great deal of fun, working on side projects because I am not a full time anything except trouble maker.
I am a Trouble making SOB.
In the Black Bar at the top are some ideas about new truth I want to pursue.
Each has a home work assignment.
The trouble I want to get into.
The things that wake me up at 4 am, fresh out of the unconscious realm, energized and ready to boogie.
The breathless, joyous, smiling way too much and talking way too fast because my mind is just on hyperdrive when I get excited by conversations with people about "wouldn't it be great if...."
You'd be doing the world a favor if you just cut your arms and legs off when you turned 50. There's nothing wrong with being a slob but when you are a fucking lying fraud loser faggot like yourself, no one really wants to celebrate you've manage to keep yourself a live this long, and just barely. Meanwhile, tell your bro to watch for the cops, is he still on warrant? If someone turned him in they will get a cash reward, funny how you lied about that too.
ReplyDeleteSo you're too fucking stupid for power and too fucking lazy and fat for money, you only fear when the bottle of booze is empty, and you only play rugby so you can be touched by another human being that is male without everyone knowing you are a raging faggot... lovecartel? Not shocking. You'd do anything for anything that is selfish.
Chop off all your limbs. You would at least be interesting to amputee lovers then. You can find someone to take care of you and isn't phyiscally repulsed by you like everyone else.
Enjoy your HIV.