Okay, tell me when.

I will most likely die a childless bachelor and I’ve made peace with that.

Super-cool shouts go out to those of you who are strong in mind and refuse to give in to attaching good or evil labels to people based on generalities. Word?

Super-cool shouts go out to anyone who realizes how much trouble comes about from being in a hurry sexually. Can we slow it down and not waste time fucking someone we get zero stimulation from, pheromones aside?

Super-cool shouts go out to the women of this great nation who aren’t bashful about using profanity and finishing the entire meal on the first date. Even my ancestors salute you!

Super-cool shouts go out to the residents of the Atlanta metropolitan area who sit in heavy ass traffic without losing their shit every time someone texting drifts over into their lane and waves as though it’s enough to forgive scaring the hell out of them.

Super-cool shouts go out to the good folks who continue to be brutally honest with themselves before the rest of the world.

Super-cool shouts go out to those of us who are fazed by very little because we’ve been close friends with harsh reality for so long.

Super-cool shouts go out to those of us alive today who deeply fear bringing children into this world.

We want to be apreciated. We want to be understood. We want to share all of this life’s goodies. We want people to see through our storms. We want others to bask in our radiance. We want to fight for the right side. We want to heal each other. To meet a new friend every day. To break away from the usual. To find the universal rhythms. To be embraced by the collective. To be accepted by those who would normally shun your like. To whisper of good fortune to come. To be discovered by the one who loves you the most. To be reminded of all that is special within every cell. To be pleasantly surprised at all corners. To show this little section of existence exactly how much love we’ve withheld for so long… I’m hoping you can feel the shackles disintegrate.

We all have wars being fought inside. Just so happens, I’m so old that mine is waged with slingshots, arrows, large sticks and a catapult. War paint flawless…

Attach or detach.

It’d be so nice if emotions were like the shedding skin of a reptilian or like a second favorite early fall outfit. You know, for those times where we’re pretty sure there are clouds of manipulation floating our way or we just need to enjoy ourselves and not be weighed down by racing thoughts. But the univers saw fit to make them part of our makeup… so here we are playing the fool from time to time, sitting in silent and empty apartments waiting in vain for the sentiment’s return. Vices pull us away temporarily, you must come back.

Don’t be scared. Be prepared.

brightest-scar:

All great empires thus far have crumbled and fallen from within. Put your research tools to use, people! If you were to look at this nation of ours in the same light as you would an individual, you’d most likely understand this country is a bully with a terminal illness and an addictive personality. The toxicity of who we are as a nation seeps into everyday life. Sleep on it and get back to me.

You obviously didn’t sleep on it and decided to tackle right away! I completely understand what you’re saying; nothing gross about it. Metaphysics, prose, brief dabbling in history, spiritual sunglasses and generalities at work here, sir. Relax. No point in fussing about the elite unless we’re on the same page as far as the entire nation raising a collective middle finger and disrupting the flow of the machine by deciding not to go to work and hurt their pockets. We all know how hard it is to get people to move as a unit. Why shoot down my little ol’ handful of words? R.I.P. Nate Dogg.

All great empires thus far have crumbled and fallen from within. Put your research tools to use, people! If you were to look at this nation of ours in the same light as you would an individual, you’d most likely understand this country is a bully with a terminal illness and an addictive personality. The toxicity of who we are as a nation seeps into everyday life. Sleep on it and get back to me.

Anybody remember…?

Even the children these days realize they’re not being raised properly. I get confused looks from the youth when I tell stories about being kicked out of the house on Saturdays after housecleaning was finished. Nobody’s fault directly, just shitty circumstances surrounding this little aspect of childhood gone missing.