i don't pray but i do shop the clearance aisles at shoe stores used to find value but seems like mostly clown shoes at this point strange you should mention the womens section since i am literally awakening from the latest of increasingly psychedelic dreams in this one i had just welcomed Johnny Cash into my room and he was explaining how fat men had a distinct advantage acting like fat women and that he wasn't going to be signing on for one of those torture tours those country acts used do some shadowy figure had easily convinced him to sign again and he was laughing and carving his signature in my hardwood floor w his boot heel this was pissing me off momentarily but then i thought about what an epic story it would be then he was laying on the floor and became obsessed w what he said was a bat in my room it was descending into a bad madness when my phone rang and its an old realtor friend i bumped into yesterday greasing the wheels on the front gate as some good folks left w a truck load of shelving i was selling in the continuous purge of my mortal possessions lol i'm sure realtor friend has some great ideas about selling my mom's acreage that couldn't wait until after 730 lol but i have loved her long time so i'll call her in a minute btw i gave away my daughters beloved rocking horse (after calling her for the ok in SF of course) to the good folks who bought the shelving it was out and their 2 yr old boy fell in love playing on it as we were loading shelving so it was a natural and life goes on not sure why the next thing i thought of was to find out what rube was doing but i think reading your story along w expanding sobriety may be responsible for this dream madness so for that i'm grateful since its great fun and as real as anything i experience while i'm awake at times in full color and in total control of the experience i embrace what some people might consider a curse because its absolutely not real and means nothing it isn't always fun like the nightmare nap from yesterday that had me and my friends in total political despair that wasn't repairable and life would never be the same the pain and regret was physical and powerful but as always i chose to end that episode and wake up spent the evening talking w neighbors at my gf's jacuzzi on a gorgeous night watching redtails and laughing at each other more or less relaxed as hell we spent a fantastic 10 minutes and she fell asleep while i watched some hbo show about alligators and sharks eating each other i left to come back home to the still apoplectic still skunk laced akita that lives in my room and watch the rest of the show which was now killer whales eating great white livers it was late and the internet was going on and off so i just closed my eyes guess i'll unplug everything and reboot since the wires seem a little crossed while trying to listen to my email that the realtor left it was asking for a password it never did before that i recall i finally guessed it and heard some crazy ass voicemails that included one from @huh? that is probably old like some of the others ty for the well wishes and apologies for being less than accessible when it comes to my phone see the thing is i have no idea if any of this shit is real other than when i look into my daughters eyes which i will be doing soon...the 16th to be exact i hope i made you chuckle rube and i hope you walk away from that bad energy because you have a choice find something better to dream about brother and pull the plug and reboot
driving the ex to LAX on Wed to fly to Sri Lanka tried to talk her out of it but she's determined to go spread her fathers ashes have land holdings there but i doubt they'll be worth much for the next few decades shame their thieving leaders lead them to this dark place have no food but at least that ESG rating is as high as it gets sorry if my dream states freaked anyone out
Sometimes people pray. They just dont know it at the time. Sometimes people answer prayers. That somebody else prayed. I loved the read man. I can relate in my own way. I kicked the bottle too. Well the bong. Physically kicked it and broke it. There was a demon in it. A demon trappping me inside of it. But maybe the demon was just holding me back for the appropriate time. My dreams been different the past few weeks for me too. Because i was kinda like christina aguilera in that bottle. You gotta rub me the right way. But then the rub comes off the glass like greased light... Ill stop there before i break into song. You a lucky man to have such a beautiful baby you get to protect. I seen pictures and shes a beaut. One of the finest girls i ever knew was from that funky little island as your ex. The sands are shifting over there and in all the islands in the greater pacific. Ragnarok is a worldwide event. I should take tour advice. The high road is the best road. But then i see your example. Its telling me the low road is fun. And it gets the job done. Its too late now. Im public enemy 1. Even my closest cousin is torn. But not his son. And not his sisters son either. They know the difference berween the truth and the lie. I told you i was raising stocks. Big beefy brahma bulls. One dark and one light. One a clannish highlander and the other a humble hood from the hood. Tomorrow we gonna see if they pay dividends. If their horns come in. Yesterday was the wake. Its thirty minutes to midnight. In 8 and a half hours is the visitation of the body. And at high noon he will be thrown into the abyss. For now. We believe in soul sleep. The soul and the body are one. And both are reborn when your soul gets woke.
just for the record i'm not really all that interested in "kicking" the bottle i also have no intention of fading into the darkness that's closer to all of us in one way or the other than we likely want to admit my dreams have been a constant source of joy/madness throughout my life probably should have seen a psychologist in my youth as the issues w death alone nearly destroyed my ability to cope but i kept it to myself cause i was horrified only had one friend in my life i was able to share that darkness with and as cathartic as it was we no longer speak of it because its useless unless we're laughing about how stupid we are i don't think there's anything unique about how i view anything tbh but i also haven't met all that many who see it the same or care to talk about it and as i've grown older the dream states have become far more outrageous and often intense probably because i encouraged it idk maybe surrealist has always felt like home to me w the exception of buying in to my demons which include anger anger is the true motherfucker that eats us alive and is almost always the source of my problems i'll always have roots in sobriety because its more a state of mind than an abstinence from chemicals chemicals are great until they aren't is about all you can say about them anyway anger, yeah that's what kills us while we think we do damage to those we hate don't fuck w that
In babylon even some of the elect think el diablo and ha satan are the same thing. Ha satan knows all the right words to say to manupulate you into thinking hes so cool you believe every word he says and sign on the dotted line. The devil i know doesnt work like that. He gave me a good example to follow. To kick the bottle and to stand up and fight.
funny thing is i was trying to connect w rube when i saw all that anger which is unusual for him so the rest of that just came out i'm in as good a place as i can remember atm and in FACT took a dump yesterday that made be feel proud looking back at it i admired how straight and strong it was , fully complete and with purpose i felt it would break the bowl upon banishment but alas it too washed out to sea...but not before i had the gf take a look at the broken toilet! was hearing how disgusting i was until this morning which only puffed my chest more ah GGGR what a great movie and a great scene indeed actually had the chance to talk to Alec about that movie at his house but we quickly digressed into his snl skit of canteen boy and he left for his limo laughing
Do us a favor and join her in Russia, LeBron. https://www.espn.com/nba/story/_/id...tes-efforts-bring-brittney-griner-home-russia
used to go to 10-15 games a year haven't watched a game in person or on tv since kobe's farewell maybe the game has passed me by, but it just stopped feeling like my team
he wants little black kids in diapers punching cops and calling them bitches can't stand to see his face https://nypost.com/2022/07/12/video-shows-child-hit-and-swear-at-cop-in-minnesota/ btw this is a hard video to find if you haven't seen it
But you are connecting. I didnt go to the showing of the body this morning. And i didnt go to the funeral this afternoon. My family thinks i was high and called one of my cousins a bitch for trying to intimidate me out of his guilty conscience from me accidentally running into him talking shit about my aunt after i ignored it. He said to take it outside so i called him a bitch for talking like hes gonna give me a beating or something if i dont go and join in with the shit talking about my aunt to give him cover. For thr sake of my dead uncle his father i cant allow that kind of shit attitude in my cousin to continue. Ive given him and his family cover at my expense for decades. So whenever he crossed my path i called him a bitch until he left the premises after the second encounter from the rage/shame of not being able to take a swing while i stick out my chin. But if i went to these functions today it would get worse and it would be in front of his mom and sisters and kids and wife. And older brothers who will kick my ass for him any time. I never back down = im always a problem. Well when im not in the bottle. I dont want his mom to suffer, specially right now. They are grieving. I was told this morning that she wasnt going to the showing because she was short of breath but what if shes stressing over her son being all worked up oiling his guns talking about how hes gonna kill me? Dude has a big ass safe with a bunch of ARs and pistols etc... This dude was a guerilla as a middle schooler before coming to america at 18 but his parents has faked docs showing he was 14 so he could enter as HS a freshman and be elliglbe for visa. So when i heard that news and that her daughter had fainted as soon as she got to the showing i froze in my boots and decided not to go. Texted my nephew i wasn going. No violance. Missed a chance to see my favorite speaker speak. Bunch of great orators flew in from all around the world. Even the big man my uncle considered the current chief of chiefs. This was my last best chance to meet him again. And all my uncles sons will get a chance to kiss the ring of his ass lol. All her sons except maybe 2 hated their dad. And all his sons with other mothers hated him too. I am basically uniting the family in being scared of me for different reasons. But at least they are finally coming together. Over me.
Biggest problem in this country is parenting or lack thereof. That shit comes straight from home. Sickening.
very true but its enabled and emboldened by a sick group of individuals that perpetuate lies about law enforcement as vile and disgusting as it is for parents to puppet this bullshit its coming from the highest and loudest mouths of leadership
It's like I wrote this word-for-word, except the going to 10-15 games part since I'm not in SoCal. Used to feel like the Lakers, Dodgers, and Rams were my teams. Rams mostly lost me when they moved to St. Louis, but that also coincided with me becoming a fantasy football nut, so my annual roster of players replaced the Rams as "my" team. (Side note: this is why I won't do fantasy baseball). I was fanatical about the Showtime Lakers and still loved the team until the day Kobe retired, although as you say I could feel the NBA passing by me by towards the end of his career. When the announcement of Lebron's signing came, I knew I was finished with them. Took no pleasure it their one championship with him, and honestly, while it sickened me at first to see him in a Laker jersey, it no longer has any emotional response from me whatsoever. So I'm down to the Dodgers.
Same here. Just can't watch basketball anymore. Part of it is I can't enjoy the Lakers due to hatred of LeBron and Westbrook. Part of it is that I dislike that every play is a drive with an attempt to get fouled or 3-pt attempt. Part of it is social media has allowed us to see a little more clearly what most of the players/coaches are really like...and I find most of them annoying. Part of it is I probably got old.
As always ditto but 10 to 15 years before yall depending on the sport. I didnt even watch Kobes last few seasons. Writing on the wall when nba didnt give up chris paul. By that i mean it was like when i was little and realized how the wwf worked. Organized sports arent real. Neither are the olympic gods. Or the roman ceasars. But propaganda is. It is like the peanut shell you crush with your hands and then stomp with your feet. After you eat up all those salty nuts down your throat. But hey guys its almost pigskin season!
