The Implication Here Is That I've Become Lost, Somehow. But Truth Be Told, Really, You Just Lost Sight

You literally were arguing with them on some dumb topics swallowing their insults lmao. Tf happened to your memory

And you are? And I care why?

Forget that. Please just piss off. No one cares. And you're pathetic.

My Zen offering for today.

“Guinea pig getting cozy enjoying the back scratcher.”

(via)

Leftists hate being reminded that it's Game Over now...

Day 1 - No Time Wasted 🤔

Hey, is that Mr. Drummond from Diff'rent Strokes? Sure looks like him. Man, time's must be tougher than I thought.

Just compared images:

Yep, it's him!

Guess he's practicing his own diff'rent strokes these days...

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Dear White People, Stop Talking About Jada Pinkett Smith's Black Hair Issues You Know Nothing About

Just Stop Talking Twitter scrolling was pretty mundane until I stumbled upon a thread of white people putting in their two cents about Black

And here we have an angry mutt, who fancies herself a social commentary writer, growling and frothing at the mouth, looking to start more facial tension when none actually exists. Please, ma'am, sit down, shut up, and seek forgiveness from God, like the rest of us need to do...

If you want peace, you have to cultivate it. A good crop takes love and attention; any farmer who wishes to feed his family and others knows that...

Lunatic Poetry was the order of the past few nights:

4/⁰3/²0²2:

"Sometimes I just can't..."

Charcoal dawn, purple sunset

Beautiful and distracting, dizzying...

When I should sleep I know not

All I can think of is where you are...

My compass is broken,

the magnetism tuned to foreign poles...

So I'll wander about until you whisper...

Then I'll be whole...

...I hope...

A stream of silver clouds now, above, carrying a question: Is this your game, or is it mine?

Answer: I won't know until you kiss me that one last time...

Another: Which of us owns the other, I wonder...

You reply: the memory of your smile... and I begin swimming again... or drowning... not sure which...

Autonomic reflex embroiled in a battle with the hunger of a starving heart...

I live this battle every second,

To the point that it defines me...

My heroin...

I scream, long and silent:

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you....

Then, in supplication: please fuck me just one more time...

... for old time's sake...

Please...

...

It's crude, but then, again, love is brutal and rapacious...as is my appetite for every atom of you...

[Note: I don't know what it all means. I was held captive by the crashing words and could do little else but grip the pen with a shaking hand and tears in my eyes. I swear I wasn't inebriated in that time of writing, but I can't swear that I was sane. Still, it stirs something in me to know it issued forth from some part of me, a part I thought maybe dead, but at least dormant for the past five or six years. It felt good to pour out verse. And I knew I had to share it...

Thank you for indulging me by reading this.

Closing note: I think I may have been possessed by the ghost of Charles Bukowski, now that I think of it...]

Peace, Passion, and Prosperity to all y'all!

My entire existence, for the past 20+ years or so, has been built upon this same premise...

This whole blog is just a conversation I am having with myself

This is what you call targeted marketing. Quite effective in most circumstances...

Mountain Dewd. Yes!

When you’re having a bad dysphoria day