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Back at the homestead (and appropriately energized therein)... well wtf do you think I did?
Whether or not you should peek in is really a better question for science to deal with than me, myself and Jim Carrey.
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I guess, now, I've got the last of my bucket list completed what with my latest adventuring landing me here dead centered in my parents' literal basement.
Which if we're being fair is way nicer than anything my house offers up these days - I mean WAY nicer.
Having nothing better to do than wait for my head to potentially return to discarded cantaloupe state again... I've now relocated to my parents' living room which is WAAAY nicer than the basement, and the upstairs has dogs running about so... is this what all the fuss is about?
Even this banana ffs!!
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Nothing do I undertake with a brainful of minimal anticipation/maximal distraction like I do flop-flipping cliches... especially the ones that make no sense to begin with.
As such, let's get this show on the road and unpack how much proof we've got in our monkey wrench pudding by getting some bootstraps to pull it all up this hill both ways with - and in so doing... AND if we are real lucky - LIKE DISNEY LUCKY... well then by Pete's Dragon's 3rd reboot, this, THIS, the 420th episode of It's All My Fault might end up being the least coherent of them all!
AMIRITE?
Now, where'd I leave my dab tool... ???
... wasn't I eating peanut butter with it?
Oh golldarneyblushme... why'd I go and get so high for this one..?
Or was the error not getting high enough???
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I originally intended to throw a 3rd "thought-train-wreck" onto this pile of hot-branded nonsense... somehow triangulate a point of closure for it all.
But that was 6 hours ago.
Well, I have no idea why I thought I could pull off that feat of victory, triumphantly... while driving a dark green Triumph through the English countryside...
NoNe - At - AlL.
Per my usual take on the world these two segments are like throwing a handful of peanuts into a mouth filled with gum.
Yes... I am very much right on this one.
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When you live the life I do...
Well... at least for one more day you do that...
And who's still here on "the following day...?
This time I do not mean my cat Frankie.
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My puffy face persists.
As such, here are my final thoughts before I head into the local indigent hospital where I am at risk of discovering that I do in fact have a brain tumor. Good times indeed.
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I'm so out of it in this one that I actually should have called in sick another day.
My head has been swelled up to the size of a basketball for multiple days so that may have something to do with it.
But.
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Let me start with an apology because quite a bit of weed chatter finds its way into this one because, duh, I re-upped this morning. And being HaF at the moment, well let's just say that chatter may have very little real matter.
Even so, I have received a full dose of raven attention throughout the day's processes thus far so I've felt good about that.
And judging by how high I now am, will be feeling even better as the day proceeds.
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The feminist in me was headed toward retirement... although the fact that it's happening early like this - that part I hadn't foreseen.
But when women:
and men
well that flip-flop has my attention focused directly where it should be...
Meow.
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This one might deserve the label:
But to be fair:
But we should all know a lot of things by now... things which we don't - ME INCLUDED - so no hypocrisy intended. But in response to said realization:
Oh right... no reason necessary on that particular subject matter.
Bon
Voyage
Mon
Ami!
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From the publisher's feed
Hello universe!
As always, my greatest hope in this lifetime is to somehow, some way, get the chance to see you performing at your absolute best.
That day may not be today... I get…
Plainly stated it's become a flustercuck. One that's emerging right now in full cluster. The worst part is that I saw it happening in real time and did nothing to stop it. The blame falls directly on me.
And quite fairly.
For most of my existence I ignored the signs of collapse as they begged to be seen. I pretended the chicanery running rampant across reality would somehow fix itself without intervention.
I watched as truth become maleable, destroying facts in the process. Personal integrity was now a sign of weakness. Reach across the aisle? For what? Only losers compromise.
Winners take all.
Societal accountability? Never heard of it.
I'm clearly at fault for letting things deteriorate the way they did through my decisive inaction. Agree on that we do. However, all of us are now permitting the beat down 21st century life has become.
We aren't winning. Not even a little bit.
We're all bruised. We're all bewildered. We're all rudderless. We're all living as diminished versions of the true selves we arrived here to become. We all know this isn't how it's supposed to be.
Are we ufulfilled fundamentally?
Yep. Sure thing. In fact absolutely positively.
But not broken.
Because never, will I ever, come to a point where I lose my faith in you.
What we are capable of accomplishing by working alongside each other is mind-blowing. Our creative potential knows no limits in this universe! None.
In fact today, together, let's embrace our best selves and bask in the fulfillment that inspires. My humanity is ready to ascend.
I hope yours is too!