You dont NEED anything from the old world!

We’re in The Age of Decentralization…

Flat surface. Books. Public library is drowning in them and the smell of old paper has us both full of madness. We couldn’t help ourselves. Looking back I see this is where we went wrong but making eye contact, shrugging a little, and moving without words, Marias cat breaks out the bag of cocaine

There’s nobody coming to save you. Especially as a man. You can lay in your bed and rot into nothing for 25 years and all you’re going to get is a spirit full of regret.

“Flirting with death, chasing her around like a schoolboy playing tag and when she’s still out of fingers reach I’m paused, grateful that she’s as elusive she is.. or yet… grateful that I hold back a microscopic amount, just enough to avoid knocking down her door and spilling through. “

Then looking around I see every car also has their windows down! Every single one is open airing it.

Everyone is cruising the lane of time and I see wide nostrils, deep rips of air. “That’s what I’m talking about, look at everyone feeling it!”

You need the eyes of the Child combined with the bravery of Man. Sprinkle in too much Risk. Take your foot and throw it over the cliffs edge.

… then without warning the cars wheels slip underfoot, slippery road, we’re sliding into the ditch, I’m trying, pleading, using every muscle in my forearm to rip the vehicle back to pavements safety.

“I don’t take drugs. I don’t need them or want them.

God blessed my perspective. I’m a hell raisin’ pirate with gold teeth deliriously biting into anything life is willing to gift me. And I tell you! It’s ALL a gift!”

Our methods for inciting civil disobedience, instigating The Armchair race. This is The Sharpening.

How we make money.

How we get fit.

How we romance.

Grab my hand, we’re jumping.

God. Creativity. Money. Relationships. Exercise.

The five pillars I go into everyday chasing. I blacked out at whole foods in the olive oil aisle while looking for single moms…

Muscles engaged, spiritually tuned up, is now time to vibrate. A pot of coffee with a stick of butter added (I’m bulking) (I need to keep Maria warm during the coming winter)

This is Winston’s Perfect Morning

What set me off was someone mentioning the oppression women face in the workplace. Have you heard of this shit? There are women! Our moms, daughters, wives forced to WORK!

One a week until October release of the novel.

Love is being attacked. Sacrifice being strangled. Are you afraid to care, to commit?

I’m cashing checks. Snapping necks. Turning down sex. PR, max sets. Demons haunting, night sweats. No blondes. Brunettes. Gamble roulettes? 20k on black, top bets. It’s red. I have debts. No regrets. Find nearest mirror, flex, laugh, growl.

I need Death near to better understand Life.

I need piercing Screams to appreciate Silence

I need head spinning Chaos to feel Peace.

I need to be Loved and Hated. Both.

I leave with a cheerful, optimistic attitude. Floating. Feeling motivated by her now depressed mood. It's a good day in the neighborhood to cause trouble:

Last week I started eating the cats Fancy Feast Petites Pate Wild Alaskan Salmon Entrée Wet Cat Food with 1,100 calories and high vitamin count per serving and I think it may be causing hallucinations.

“I view the body as a piece of marble & I view every action I decide to move on as delicate, decisive, purposeful as Michelangelo armed with a chisel”

“I’m not capable of feeling anything small. It has to be heart moving, grandiose. The bell curve of emotions misses me until the uppermost, lowermost standard deviation!”

It’s been a month since I’ve done drugs. Don’t even think of them. But last night at dinner I found myself particularly tense.