What Does It Mean If I See A Donkey?

It always amuses me to see the emotionally unstable become more unstable when they don't get the things that they demand. It's like watching a tantrum-prone child just start turning red and shaking and drooling and screaming until they pass out or rupture blood breaks in their face. It's disturbing to see the first time, but after the fifth or sixth time, the novelty has worn off and is rather boring. Same thing with this latest incarnation of SJW, this brigade that's appointed themselves to be the militant guard who will take down capitalism and institute mandatory socialism, even if it means giving up their rights to start turning red, shaking, drooling, and screaming when the stormtroopers began rounding everyone up and sticking them in little boxes...

Go ahead, boycott everything, stage sit-outs (the more impactful protest where one turns their back on society and waits it out in the desert), and withhold your brilliance and beautiful screeching voices from the world and the bad people in it, until those bad people are driven to their knees and capitulate, and the perfect world you've demanded is magically and dutifully dropped at your precious feet.

We miserables will have to learn to manage, somehow, without you...

…well except he promised that if the WFP was transparent about how it would use the $6 billion to solve world hunger and they never did.

Yes! Hilarious! Watch it dozens of times, then share.

Fuck yeah!

ROX

they posted a full version lol it’s mr Stacy’s dad for me

Love it!

Dark

rest in peace leelah. you’re gone, but not forgotten

It's always a sad moment when a child resorts to this to escape loneliness and despair. Parents out there: just because you don't understand or necessarily approve of your child/children's preferences in ANYTHING, please do not box them in and shut them down. Explore who and what the child is and what he or she is experiencing. Look past labels and the constraints of a society that trends toward rigidity and cold rejection of anything it can't or won't understand. Embrace your child as the most precious gift you will ever, ever, EVER receive. Hold onto that gift as if it is the only thing that matters in your life, from the time that child is born into your life until the day their hands rest atop your cooling hands. Do not let that brilliant star die, and please stoke the fires of love and humanity that burn as embers in the children. Know love and grace, and live eternally through your children.

For Leelah Alcorn, may you rest in beautiful repose in a greater existence. I never knew you, but as a person and a parent, I feel your absence from this world. My tears flow for what was lost to the world.

And for Leelah's parents: You don't deserve the other children in your life, not if you are so willing to throw one aside to mold your life for the approval of others. May you spend the rest of your petty, pointless lives mired in shame and regret. And I hope your other children abandon you as you did Leelah.

Love. It.

Fucking creepy ass dolls...

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...]

Hmmm... in 2014... let's see... who was in the White House then? 🤔

Oh yeah, the Nobel Prize for Peace recipient, one Barack H Obama, a warmonger if ever there were one. He and his administration and Congressional co-criminals set it all up for the purpose of ramping up the corruption, the money laundering, and setting the stage for WW III.

There's your real enemy.

Who started the war? Ukraine... They attacked their own people in the Donbas region. 🤔

Had to re-post this because now, more than ever before, being all in this together seems more real, more genuine, even if that is a frightening proposition. Please, if you happen upon someone who is homeless or otherwise marginalized and/or forgotten, find charity in your heart and give that HUMAN a hand, a dollar, a cup of coffee, a sandwich, or whatever you can muster. And please do it with a smile, a warm touch of your hand, and an inaudible prayer to God. Because, at any time, that could me or you...

I found this today on a silent, solitary hike around my town, Leesburg, VA. I think it's safe to say, given this person's accommodations under a bridge, that, per the graffiti, that this human's not 'kk'. Far fucking from it. I ventured closer, but saw no one "home," so I said a small prayer and left a $20 bill inside the meager "front door." I hope this person has a better night than the last one. Please pray or, if you're not a spiritual person, but still consider yourself connected to humanity and The Universe, send good thoughts to the Cosmos that this person rises out of her or his current station. And if you happen to come upon something like this in your environs, I hope you have the wherewithal to lend a hand of compassion and charity.

Because we're all in this together...

Is it just me, or is this simulation that I share with everybody (or, perhaps nobody) really just zooming out of fucking bounds? I mean, c'mon, baby, how can a tree be a snake, or a snake a tree?

Please tell me you see the same fucking fucked up image. Don't indulge me if you don't see it ['cuz we'll still be cordial and upright], but if you do, please fucking sound off!