Humanity – Strip and Bend Over

Spread em.

“Here’s your time to shine People, but do this please within your homes fearful and dont speak ill of your leaders.”

I have so much to say. Yet my mind swirls and swirls. What the fuck is really going on? The irony is palpable but half the people I know can’t even feel it.

I drink these teas that have all these poignant quotes on the paper at the end of the string. I always have felt that it’s like a fortune cookie. Which one I opened that moment, was something relevant that I “needed to hear.” (It doesn’t escape me that they are ALL relevant, thats why they hold they honor of going at the end of your tea.) I keep expecting to open the tea bag and it is just going to say, ” You’re fucked.”

A Huge Part of me thinks that I should take this blog and mold it to say what really needs to be said. Find my people and unit! Get my head out of the clouds and figure out what these dreams mean. What Mickey is saying to me in my dreams? That I need to find the connections between the lines, and in between the diabolical and the Light.

I think maybe I should streamline this blog. Either make it all the notions I get when in mediations; all the random things the Voices say; all the political bullshitting to the masses World Order connections I make, and all the Synchronicities.

Or not.

Because I came here to practice putting shit out there for fiction and memoirs or both.

Or all of the above. This blog will more than likely be as random as my head. People always wonder why I am so random. Its really so funny to me. When there’s more than one voice in your head you don’t always know which one is going to do the talking. Normally I look back and them and laugh. It doesn’t seem random to me at all because I can hear all the lines connecting, and when I speak I forget that they can only hear one. I do really try not to speak aloud as much. I mean to edit what I say so that people do not write me off as a crazy person and listen. So that when I speak it is only to say something important. I hope this doesn’t take my whole life to master.

All of this recent irony a makes me laugh, which I admit is kinda twisted. I have always giggled when I was nervous. I used to laugh a little when I was getting in trouble. Thats a terrible trait to have because youre beating will be so much worse.

So to sum up this whirlwind of morning half ass thoughts, I am going to begin publishing the things I have written in the past; poetry, prose, essays. Mixed in between, I am certain I will still be commentating on the present when I have these notions that may be important.