March10 2022
I am not a slave, can't be contained
So pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave 'cause
I STILL FEEL ALIVE
Yesterday was international women day. Or so I heard. Tragically for the fairer sex this falls right in between two more important, world influencing holidays: Black History Month and St Patricks day. Any denial of this or heated responses from women or white nights will be screenshotted and emailed to the Blacks at BLM or worst, Boston, to deal with the Irish.
Nonetheless I celebrated! Stood in solidarity! Showed, through my actions and civil effort, how much women mean to me.
(I got a hand job at Applebee’s yesterday.)
I kid. Who gets hand jobs in 2022? Or goes to Applebees? Is there a sick Freak out there doing both at the same time? I did get a hickey though. 2.5inches above my left nipple. Usually this isn’t allowed. I hate these trashy excuses of passion. But it was Intentional Womens Day, a holiday, so I bent the rules.
The hickey is worse than a tramp stamp. The hickey is the Mark of Jezebel. Worse yet it’s always seemed to me like a brash way to mark your territory. Like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant. A west Texas rancher branding his cattle. The hickey is a virgins best friend. Have some class dear reader, don’t leave or recieve Hickeys. Unless you want Jezebel to torment you in your dreams the next 3 nights. Plaguing visions of torturous lust.
If you do happen to receive one of these Marks, rub some VanMan tallow on it to repair the erupted blood vessels below your skins surface. (My attorney reminds me to emphasize that VanMan had no say in his companies name and image being used in such a derogatory, filthy manner.)
I have to remind myself there are boys online without Fathers that read my writing and take it for Gospel. As if my advice will lead them into the Ideal Vision of Man they imagine themselves. Daydreaming between affordable steaks and weights not-yet-heavy-enough for fizeeek Friday.
This takes away the Magic!
The Proud feeling of figuring it out!
Falling on your ass!
Getting punched in the mouth!
My only real (maybe) unchanging (maybe) advice is leave your House and show your face to the world every single day. Unless you’re on some reclusive mad scientist kick. Locked in curtain drawn 900sq ft apartment working tirelessly. (Doesn’t count if you look at the clock.)
Taking anything more here as black or white is deadly. Likely some stimulant driven outburst, A Strange observation I want externalize & build a loose philosophical theory around or a temporary belief crystallized during bout of abnormally high emotional (up or down). The latter happens. I’m hypocritical, contradictory because of this. I don’t walk Wednesday the same way I talked Monday. Something happened Tuesday. People read my Monday words on Thursday. Never hearing my Wednesday perspective because I chose not to publicize it. Writing is a hateful medium, unapologetic in this way.
I’m grateful for the support and all readers regardless.
Recently I published these to twitter. This is unfortunate for the loyal instagram readers who have been following this sludge since December. But, As of yesterday Twitter is the largest funnel here. Now we’re truly saturated by autists and schizos. Overall this is good. Adds more flavor. What nobody knows is I’m IP address stalking you.
I see you 213.211.128.142 from Esneux, Liege, Belgium spending 8 minutes on the Jan 08 post. And you 74.283.14 in Atlanta, GA.. visiting for the 3rd time today. Are you showing your friends? I hope!
DON I’M GLAD I COULD HELP YOU IGNORE YOUR STUDIES. BRINGS SMILE TO MY FACE. THANKS FOR REACHING OUT AND YES AS ALWAYS, LIFE IS AN ADVENTURE! IF YOU’RE BORED IT’S YOUR OWN FAULT. LOSER
“Pack a bag I’ll pick you up Thursday to hit the beach”
I don’t push back. I enjoy group spontaneity. Plus I trust this certain friend, real social and happening Man.
“Okay”
Best to not interrogate in this situation.
“How long?” “Where?” “Why?” kills the Flame. Also, another thought, because that ^ insistent questioning is a pet peeve of mine: it highlights an insecurity or uncertainty in yourself. Like you don’t believe you’re capable of making Anywhere with Anybody a Good time.
Being selfish with your energy, protecting your time is important. This isn’t that.
People aren’t liquid. The ones adaptable as flowing stream are rare.
“it won’t just be us though”
My consciously calculated silence and stoic nonresponse provoked some extra information from him. Too easy.
“Cool with me, who’s rolling?”
He tells me it’s his friend, his GF and two of her friends. Says their names but what does it matter. It’s a big world. I don’t have instagram for normies. I can’t ‘look them up.’
I like this better. Like gambling with looks. If we all meet up and everybody is pretty, thanks God. If we meet up and everyone is ugly, thanks God for the excuse to be a deranged menace. Nothing to lose. Let’s distress the group. “Where’s your covid now? Oh, worried about War in Ukraine? You’re playing checkers. Triple vaxed I’m sure. You think of Ukraine when you meditate to Call Her Daddy”
I’ll update on the trip but the last sentence reminds me:
I’ve been judging the Normals with a little game called “How Retarded Are You?”
They get a point added each time they proudly accept the mainstream-topic-of-the-month/and its blindingly obvious disrespect to their Free Thought.
Got the first jab and still trusted afterwards? Got the second? Got boosted and still listen to the CDC? Chewing the Ukraine propaganda? 4pts to you.
This game will never end. But surprisingly a decent amount of people woke up after Boosters. So we’ll continue playing and watching. Seeing how deep the slumber of an NPC really is.
GODSPEED
WINSTON
SOULED IDEA
EAST COAST SCOUNDREL
TAKE A SHOWER, HIPPIE
Send me some good music, or good stories, or something to entertain my mind for 45seconds.
