This here is the space into which I put some of the thoughts which have been gathering inside my head. Mostly mundane stuff as I am not that original
Hello it’s me again yesterday I couldn’t fall sleep, you see I was haunted by old forgotten memories.
Last time I checked the clock before I finally slept it said something with 03.
Now I am back on the very same spot in the sofa I have mowed the lawns and I’m about to read my book and listening to Soilwork man that’s good did you hear they’ve got a real good new drummer all the way from Denmark?
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Ok cool cool to think that today 2000 years ago or thereabouts that Jesus flew
I knew a guy once he was a disgusting in some ways and his face was that of a man with a weirdly angular but also feminine cheekbones. The disgusting part was in relation to the ladies and how he would take liberties with his hands and once he was in love with a girl whose name may have been Laila or maybe something else entirely doesn’t matter but he was in love with her so he hosted the pictures for her online journal, but when it wasn’t reciprocated, the love, he went and changed all of the pictures to that asshole picture of that goatse page, you know? The one with the giant asshole. It could’ve been more things between them too going on which I am not aware of but I remember that as being the gist of it. She did remove him from her friends list after that incident.
The guy coincidentally was also a giant asshole too but he liked this guy John Frusicante which I do too some of these songs were great I think.
Now some decades later I have seen on some pictures that he’s lost his hair because of aging whereas I have become corpulent, let’s call it that.
the dog the black one, yesterday he stuck his nose deep into the cat litter box and he looked like that guy from scarface, you know, powder round the nose like in that scene with the cocaine but it was yeah cat sand in there anyway that was a pretty funny sight to see with bis wacky little cute dog face and the sand and stuff yo.
Some people are just wacko. It’s taxing to share the earth with all of these wacko people, don’t you agree? Unfortunately I am also wacko but fortunately in a good way like in that song by Ava Max, did you hear that one yet/: Sweet but psycho. That’s right: it could’ve been a song about me but for a small detail in the lyrics: „She’s sweet but a psycho“. I am a he (/him)
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I’ve learned from the Internet That I am cis. Apparently all who are not trans are cis? That’s a very broad category then, ? Isn’t too broad to be meaningful? I wouldn’t know please don’t get angry about such statements I love the trannies. Just don’t think it’s fair that they participate in ladies sports. Just kidding i don’t give a fuck about sports. Even though I‘ve tried.
Hey don’t you think that some people claim that they are sport nerds thats an oxymoron if I ever saw one, man, those people are wackos.
I’m angry and on edge like a strung bow!!! Like that song, you know, the one with 50 cent; “Don’t push me”: (I aim straight for your head, so don’t push me). That’s a great track! 50 cent has a knack for writing straightforward lyrics.
Anyway, I’m feeling this way cause there’s too much yin or yang in relationship to the yang or yin: to find balance in life is all about walking a narrow path like on a knife’s edge, and should you lose your footing and sprain your ankle then you become irate and on edge. This is a metaphor I often use metaphors like I said before to paint a powerful picture (another metaphor).
The little dog is having a relapse into puppyrty and he’s been shitting and peeing all over the floor today but we love one another still, that’s what love is, you know? It’s that unconditional love between man and dog it’s a bond strong like steel.
I’ll use a lot of methaphors in my next book which is about the conflict between good and evil, a fascinating subject because like I use to say they are sometimes hard to distinguish. Sometimes impossible.
Man, it’s cheering me up to think about what a great book it’ll be
Even though it’s summer outside, the evenings are bright and it’s the season where everything comes to life. Even though there’s hardly any moon to see, there are signs and such for those observant enough; like yesterday my dog, the red dog, she shat out a sad smiley :(
Ominous
There’s that oppressive feeling with the weather: rain and chill winds, and also: the sad smiley made of shit.
Indeed this brings me to the next subject: that darker Side of me; all people have a devil whispering which I’ve told about before and today outside a middle school I took out a red gym and put in there a frustrated rat with a sick read gleam in its vicious little eyes. There likely was a young child who had the gun before me but I payed no heed.
Ok weekend what to do in the rain? What do you do when it rains? I’ve got wet feet from all of the puddles I’ve stepped in with my sneakers.
I’ve neglected my Pokémons today. It’s been a day full of work and I’ve done the laundry and my wife she’s not here so I’ve got to also walk the dogs and like I said do some work which today meant hours of meetings where I interject some profound stuff to the mix, like some observations and shit, just like that.
Speaking of shit, I’ve read some shit lately (today) that you should be thankful and not complain as long as there are people worse off than you (in essence), which is always the case: some poor fuck has to eat dung to survive and may also have the measles, but that sad fact should in no way shape or form invalidate your own tragedies and the hurt that you may carry and which might shape you slightly off center. The feelings inside do not need to be justified and are valid and yeah that’s feels so good to have that off my chest.
Of course to me the above is obvious but I’ve got a philosophers mind. A hobby philosopher with a big heart.
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Have you heard the? Born again pessimist by architects it goes like this:
I don't wanna talk too much, I'm never gonna stop, yeah, I love this crutch
So if I kiss the ground, don't look 'round, God, bless my big empty heart
That’s pretty profound man I love music it’s in my DNA like water
I had prepared a post about Torx screw heads and that I was baffled that in this day and age that they still make the regular + and – screw heads which I always seem to break.
Then I thought screw that who wants to read that sort of stuff?
I’m living in the city during weeks now, counting down the days to summer break and to retirement.
I enjoy being able to buy the bakery bread in the mornings and to be looking at other things besides trees when running. Sometimes I saw roe deer, but now instead it’s people I see. And some cars and houses and the waters.
Humans are drawn to the water.
I haven’t got much clothes suitable for civilised life no more I think. The clothes I do have of the fancier variety have shrunk since covid somehow and now they are all too tight, especially my leather jacket.
I don’t enjoy being fat but with the beard I resemble a troll in a handsome way, like, or else a hagrid archetype styke sort of.
Which is cool I guess.
Ok I’ll write more soon I promise.
Ok I’ve been moving this week. To the big city. Have been playing Pokemon GO. There’s one sad thing about it do you know? Boss Arlo stood outside of the church for for hours in the rain waiting to be challenged with his frustrated pokemon, but I had beat him already and needed only Cliff so there he stood waiting but we did just pass him by. He did even try to challenge from his air balloon which implies there are two of him or more.
We all been having the cold the covid 19++ or something was completely brutal
But soon is a weekend
I don’t care about it for some reason
Ok thanks for listening 👂 it’s been a rough couple of weeks but yet I see a glimmer of hope I always reach for the light.
being positive is the only thing which keeps me going
It does take some getting used to, not having any poultry out there in the coop. There’s no use making a little bit too much pasta no more, just to feed them the surplus, as they are no longer here. I will have to toss it in the compost.
It’s sad because they were the best therapists but now they have moved on and so have we and that marks a new chapter of my life and it feels ok.
The new apartment is next to a Poke Gym I can spin it while at the toilet so that’s pretty cool I think. But it’s much work to get it (the apartment) in a good shape, but I’ve never been afraid of hard work, in fact hard work is how I got to level 43 in the first place.
I have gotten a cold. It’s being handled by my superior constitution right now and I can only picture how it would be for a normal person to have such a fearsome cold!! as this one.
It feels like something inside of me has withered and died but that means that it will only provide sustenance for what will come up there next.
First there was an uninteresting part with some teenagers I do not think worth mentioning but I will do it anyway because dreams might contain powerful symbolism which could be hard for the naked brain to comprehend at first and what we chalk off as trivial might be really important stuff.
So: A kitchen. My late grandmothers kitchen except it was not. It was at my mum’s house. There were smoke as if from a smoke machine in there, and the room was full of obnoxious teenagers. Maybe the type of teenagers who might have some parents who are famous in the culture sphere, because they had that telltale condescending attitude and so forth. They were there and answered sarcastically to every comment and one told me he got in trouble at school for playing a condyloma song, and they were walking around in there and dancing.
Then I went to my late grandmothers derelict house next door. The house I grew up in. (I haven't been there since even before my grandmother died), as I did enter the familiar hallway I was met with an overpowering smell of cat urine and death, so next thing I knew I was sitting in the grass outside crying uglily (as in making ugly sounds). This part upset me so much that I woke up. The stench of the smell in the dream I could still picture it vividly after waking up.