Uncommon

Common sense is not a gift,
Oh no it's not...
Far from it actually!

It's more like a curse...

Because you are constantly dealing

with People

Who completely lack it.

But I've realized that there is this blurred and finite line between genius and stupidity...mainly because genius does have its limits.


Ps
This is all a result of a world of smart phones and stupid people...

So Good To Me

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rPuv9UykaVI&feature=youtu.be


by Chris Malincham

Man Code

Spilling beer is the adult equivalent to

=

Losing a balloon

Material has no true Substance

“Everything is temporary; 

emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. 

Do not become attached, just flow with it.” 

Unknown

My Justification

I can't say, with conviction that I am or ever was in (or out) of tender love...but I will admit, with confidence, that love is a curiosity.  A curiosity of how one falls in or out of it.  A curiosity of why it even exists, if the outcome can be such a tragic anddrastic result. A curiosity of its benefits, a curiosity of HOW its withdrawals must feel.  A curiosity of how victimless and faceless can get countered by wonder and immortality.  In essence, Transforming a weak heart into an invincible and everlasting force.  Most of all, a curiosity if it's ever in my reality or end destination.
Is it even a destination? I see it more of the joys of a well spent journey...one that only grows more vulnerable with its evergrowing intensity.  Almost as if you a appease a depressing famine with a bountiful treasury of lust, power and desire.
Feelings.  I feel, that yes, love is that key that unlock darkness with light.  Bright like the sun.  Basking in that all encompassing warmth.  Within and without limits, rules, boundaries and restrictions.  It repels and enchants me...like I said, it's my curiosity...something that far exceeds just a common fantasy.  This curiosity that I do hope to find in life, and not in death.  My past holds no answers, only obscure and insignificant clues what shouldn't be nothing more than a forgotten republic of lifeless fields and godless thrones.
I drifted into the badlands of strangers and stragglers...who mindlessly wander through a vice driven, soulless existence.  Where good faith actions have been replaced by pictures and apps.  Where words mean little, only sin holds the answers to the lies being told.  I try not to listen, I try to forget...I try to change my path...but my curiosity still lurks, growling with anticipation....this goes beyond starvation.
I swam against the current, I drowned in the ceaseless gallows of that ocean's abyss.  I reserve to judge not only my path, but all else's...
To give myself an infinite hope, that my curiosity is not just a dream.
Dream that profoundly inspires a wilting world...a dream that can communicate the possible, as well as, the impossible.  Life always seems to start all over after the frost fades to a springing green universe.  Sprouting forth after a dying winter, my turbulent rioting mind refuses to accept a reality absent of meaning and solace.  A reality without grotesque bias and irrelevant ignorance.  It haunts, it eats at me....like burning flesh in the midst of the Gobbi...just eats me whole and spits me back out!!! This dreams spins a web, so thick...so dense...nothing, absolutely nothing gets in or comes out.
My world.
My haunts.
My dreams.
My curiosity.
It's here where I live, I exist...because it's what I know to be.  It's who and how I am.
I Face these ghosts in my heart, in this infinite and unimagable Fire and freshness of enlightenment.

I have heard of Tinder, but what is Thrinder?

Kinky threesome dating app 3nder — pronounced “Thrinder” to rhyme with “Tinder” — is going gangbusters after it recently raised $500,000 in funding from a pair of mystery investors. New York is 3nder’s second-biggest market behind California, and it’s particularly popular with millennials. Here, 27-year-old art student and 3nder user Melissa, who asked for her last name not to be published for professional reasons, tells Jane Ridley about her wild ride on the app, which connects both singles and couples looking for group sex.

Tip-toeing towards the bathroom, I try not to wake up the two guys, Matt and Andre, sleeping soundly in the king-sized bed where the three of us have just had sex.

After a wild night of drinking at a bar, we wound up at the Upper East Side townhouse where Matt lives and, let’s just say, made each other very happy.

For five crazy months between August and December 2014, I was a 3nder “unicorn” — an unattached female user of the trendy dating app that matches people seeking threesomes or more.

We’re called unicorns because, like the mythical animal, we’re pretty rare. Studies say the average single woman shies away from group sex, but there’s a small but growing minority of fast-living millennial girls who can’t get enough of it.

3nder is a gift for anyone like me who wouldn’t be caught dead on Craigslist. Just like Tinder, you log on via Facebook and are presented with pictures and profiles of choice people in your area. You swipe to the right if you’re interested, or to the left if you’re not. Then you can exchange texts and phone numbers. It’s an easy way to find both couples and singles.

I joined 3nder when I arrived in Manhattan from my native England for a trimester studying in the States. I’d just broken up with my boyfriend — a complete jerk — so it was my way of giving him the finger. Besides, I didn’t know anyone in New York and thought it would be a good way of making new friends, both male and female. I was miles away from home and all about experimentation.

At first, since I was a novice, I started meeting up with just single guys such as Matt, a twenty-something Harvard-educated Internet entrepreneur from the Upper East Side, and his stockbroker friend Andre. They were both straight and we were planning a foursome with my friend who was visiting from the UK. But she lost her nerve at the last minute so it ended up being just me and the two men.

It was a fantastic, freeing experience that opened up other opportunities for me to satisfy my curiosity and sleep with women, including other unicorns. Matt was the heir to his family’s fortune and loved to organize boozy orgies at luxury hotels in Manhattan, such as The Standard.

For five crazy months, I was a 3nder “unicorn” — an unattached female user of the trendy dating app that matches people seeking threesomes or more.
But the one I enjoyed best was held at The Doubletree in Chelsea where we had a “six-way” — four women and two men. I helped Matt set up a table of wine and vodka to get people in the mood. Then it was down to it. I only had intercourse with Andre, but did a lot of foreplay with the other women. Everyone had great bodies and super-sharp minds. They were all professionals like me — an art historian, a graphic artist and a web designer, for example. Far from being seedy, it felt exciting to break with convention and have sex with whomever we wanted.

After that, I went to about five “meetings,” as we euphemistically called them, which Matt hosted with other 3nder users. I also had sex outside of Matt’s circle with outgoing girls and guys whom I can only describe as being “broad-minded” like me — once with a 30-year-old woman whose husband was supposed to join us, but couldn’t make it because he was sent out of town on business. We always were safe and used condoms.

Since I returned to London in December last year, I’ve used 3nder occasionally but have never had sex with anyone through it. Nobody I met was anywhere near the same caliber as New Yorkers. In Manhattan, my partners included lawyers, CEOs, investment bankers or owners of start-ups. In London, the men — women were very few and far between — were universally creepy.

Now I have a steady boyfriend so I’m back to being monogamous. But I know he wouldn’t object to having another woman in the mix at some point. So hopefully I’ll be swiping right on 3nder soon.


Article by Jane Ridley
"Confessions of an Orgy Addict"

"Angel"

I've got an angel

She doesn't wear any wings

She wears a heart that can melt my own

She wears a smile that can make me wanna sing

She gives me presents

With her presence alone

She gives me everything I could wish for

She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home

She could make angels

I've seen it with my own eyes

You gotta be careful when you've got good love

Cause the angels will just keep on multiplying

But you're so busy changing the world

Just one smile can change all of mine

We share the same soul

Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh

We Share the same soul

Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh

We Share the same soul

Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh

Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh

Umm umm umm uhhhhhhmm

by Jack Johnson

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxxBopd2rE0

"Flake"

I know she said, it's alright
You can make it up next time
I know she knows, it's not right
There ain't no use in lying
Maybe she thinks I know something
Maybe, maybe she thinks it's fine
Maybe she knows something I don't
I'm so, I'm so tired, I'm so tired of trying

It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means, no
So don't tell me, you might just let it go
And often times we're lazy
It seems to stand in my way
'Cause no one, no not, no one
Likes to be let down

I know she loves the sunrise
No longer sees it with her sleeping eyes
And I know that when she said, she's gonna try
Well, it might not work because of other ties and
I know she usually has some other ties
And I wouldn't wanna break 'em, nah, I wouldn't wanna break 'em
Maybe she'll help me to untie this, but
Until then well, I'm gonna have to lie to her

It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means, no
So don't tell me, you might just let it go
And often times we're lazy
It seems to stand in my way
'Cause no one, no not, no one
Likes to be let down
It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means, no
So don't tell me, you might just let it go

The harder that you try baby, the further you'll fall
Even with all the money in the whole wide world
Please, please, please don't pass me
Please, please, please don't pass me
Please, please, please don't pass me by

Everything you know about me now, baby you gonna have to change
You goin' to call it, by a brand new name
Please, please, please don't drag me
Please, please, please don't drag me
Please, please, please don't drag me down

Just like your tree, down by the water, baby I shall not move
Even after all the silly things you do
Please, please, please don't drag me
Please, please, please don't drag me
Please, please, please don't drag me down


by
Jack Johnson

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=M5bJnA3p_uo

it's all about perspective

A frog only knows the pond,
But a bird can see our world from the sky....

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Brilliant and True brother Pierre

"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience”

The Only Love Worth Having is the kind that keeps on living, laughing, fighting and loving

A dishonest Goverment should be every citizen's concern.
Democracy isn't a gift, but rather a responsibility.


There are plenty of Laws that Protect a Man's (or Woman's) money...even in time of War...but there is Nothing on the books say that a Man's (or Woman's) life is their Own.

Hickory Dickory Dock my daddy's nuts from Shell Shock.

Humpty Dumpty thought he was wise till gas came along and burned his eyes.

A dillar a dollar a ten o'clock scholar blew off his legs and watch him holler.

Rockabye baby in the tree top don't stop a bomb or you'll probably flop.

Now I lay me down to sleep 

my bombproof cellars good and deep

but if I die before I wake

remember God that it's for your sake

Amen

Facts:
Numbers have dehumanized us.
Over breakfast we read about how thousands have been killed this week (from the Middle East to the south side of Chicago).
Instead of vomiting, we reach for toast.
Our morning rush through crowded streets is not to cry murder....
But,
To hit that trough before somebody else gobbles up our share.

A Man does not say 'I will starve myself to death to keep from starving', or that he'd 'spend all his money in order to save money'.
Why should he be willing to die for the privilege of living?

- Dalton Trumbo

T                         H

EAC

P                          E

I am a Man with many names....and I mildly hold wealthy tastes

Call me silly, call me troublesome...best of all...call me a methodical meddlesome pest!
Some tell me that I have way too much free time on my hands...perhaps a misallocation or misappropriation of my time?
And...I'll tell you how life is way too short to be constantly taken too seriously!

So, I got home earlier than normal from work this afternoon...when I got this stellar idea..hey wait, aren't most of my ideas stellar?  I bet it depends on whom you ask.  Anyhow, I arrive ahead of schedule when I notice this prevailing and overwhelming neighborly solitude.  When my little horns make their appearance, and I think to myself:
'Hey, I just might get my way'

(I only assumed this fact because my entire block seemed empty, quiet and desolate...making me, for all intents and purposes, virtually invisible)!

Here is the situation:
My neighbors directly across the street, an unusual and quirky Greek family...a bit loud, and quite frankly, a little difficult to appreciate and understand.

(Not to sounds like this tea pot calling that kettle black...but...they are what they proudly are)

Nonetheless, they Have Supremely decorated their front yard with a slew of colorful inflatable Christmas decorations.
Just lovely for the holidays I tell you.


Now...My neighbors directly north of me, an off the boat Chinese family, are quiet and distant by their own right....have a plain and empty home and property.

(So, this is where my useless genius comes into play)

I can very stealthily remove all the inflatable Christmas decorations from my Greek neighbors and refurnish the bland landscape of my Chinese neighbors.
Viola!!!
Now...how is that for being friendly, neighborly and festive for the holidays?

Happy Thirty Nineth Birthday

Happy birthday to my brother from another Mother!

s h o u t o u t

To Mr Jermaine Stanley

The Sound of Sunshine

"The Sound Of Sunshine"

I wake up in the morning and it's 6 a clock.

They say there may be rain but the sun is hot.

I wish I had some just to kill today,

And I wish I had a dime for every bill I had to pay.

Some days you lose you win and the waters as high as the times your in.

So I jump back into where I learned to swim.

Try to keep my head above it as best I can.

That's why;

Here I am,

Just waiting on this storm to pass me by.

And that's the sound of sunshine coming down

and that's the sound of sunshine coming down...

(Aye, aye, ayeehey...)

I saw my friend Bobby he said "What's up man?"

You gotta little work or a twenty to lend?

I opened up my hand

He said I'm glad to see, they can take away my job but not my friends you see.

And here I am just waiting for this storm to pass me by.

And that's the sound of sunshinen coming down

And that's the sound of sunsbhine coming down

(Here we go)

I want to go where the sun will never end

With my guitar on the beach there with all my friend.

The sun so hot and the waves in motion and everything smells like suntan lotion, the ocean, and the girls so sweet

So kick of your shoes and relax your feet

They say that miracles are never ceasin', and every single soul needs a little realeasin'

the stereo bumpin till the sun goes down, and I only want to hear that sound

And that's the sound of sunshine coming down

And that's the sound of sunshine coming down

And now say

You're the one I want to be with, when the sun goes down.

You're the one I want to be with, when t esun goes down

Sing;

You're the one I want to be with when the sun goes down.

You're the one I want to be with when the sun goes

That's the sound of sunshine coming down

And that's the sound of sunshine coming down

(Aye, aye aye, Ha, aye aye)

by
Michael Franti and The Spearheads


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ppxi7O1M_lw

Bo Bo

An

O P T I M I S T

is an individual

who

figures

That Taking a Step

s d r a w k c a b

Before or After a 

Forward Step

d

o

e

s

NOT

MEAN

Failure or Disaster

Oh No No

rather,

It's more like a Cha Cha

from a beat by my own drum

What's the Million Do$$ar Question

"I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it"

- Evelyn Beatrice Hall

aka S.G. Tallentyre

 The Friends of Voltaire

When did political correctness cross into the realm of hypersensitive stupidity?


True Story:
The banning of yoga class at the University of Ottawa over yoga's quote unquote "cultural appropriation" reguarding yoga's supposedly questionable origins....that may coincide with possible cultural social injustices (WTF really?)...

Better yet, what about  all the hoopla over politically correct halloween costumes....certain universities and institutions have banned Halloween costumes such as superheroes, geishas, squaws, cowboys, indians, Jesus Christ, sexy nurses, ghosts, witches, cross dressers or any wearing of trench coats, ponchos and sombreros....plus outfits accessorized with weaponry....All in the name of 'Lets not offend Anyone!'
Personally, I am offended by everyone's idiotic sensitivity to what's truly insignificant in everyday life...while ignoring certain basic moral givens, such as, treating others with respect and intelligence.
Too Many Dumb People hold the loudest voices....
Why ban fake guns, but keep giving out real ones?
Because we shouldn't offend anybody?
Why ban Native American costumes?  So we can forget about the genocide that transpired on this continent over three centuries?
Why ban yoga class but sell jelly donuts at the cafeteria?
It's all stupid, and everyone seems to fall victim to it....because, we have allowed ourselves to be mindlessly manipulated in believing in mirrors when we should be more aware of What our world around us really looks like.
Geez....and I almost woke up feeling good about my day...now I am ornery as hell!

Stupid People Suck

As Joan Borysenko once told anyone willing to listen to her:

The Million Dollar Question ISN'T if (how, when or where will) we die....Oh No....

The Question should be How Will We Live?

ps to those who are still reading and (or) pontificating....

I am more than emotionally prepared for that day when I get to meet my maker...if there even is a maker...which, to be perfectly honest with everyone...I tend to think not...but, since we are pretending to be politically correct, I am not going to fully assume that there is no maker...

Anyhow, if (or when) that time comes....will my maker be emotionally ready to deal with the ordeal that I will bring to our little sit down Pow Wow chit chat?

Either way, I'll still bring the wine...and yes, I will be expecting hors d'oeuvrs!

Adios Amigos!!!

Cherry Wine

Her eyes and words are so icy

Oh but she burns

Like rum on a fire

Hot and fast and angry

As she can be

I walk my days on a wire

It looks ugly, but it's clean

Oh mamma, don't fuss over me

[Chorus:]

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Calls of guilty thrown at me

All while she stains

The sheets of some other

Thrown at me so powerfully

Just like she throws with the arm of her brother

But I want it, it's a crime

That she's not around most of the time

[Chorus:]

Way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Her fight and fury is fiery

Oh but she loves

Like sleep to the freezing

Sweet and right and merciful

I'm all but washed

In the tide of her breathing

And it's worth it, it's divine

I have this some of the time

[Chorus:]

Way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

by Hozier
Mahogany session



https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=EtRIz7VocNs

encased

Brick by brick, stone by stone
with each passing year I layered this wall...
Not just any wall...it's my own personal wall
Separating...
Protecting me from your world
with a deep and vaunted moat
with
No bridge and no boat...
I am out of view, out of mind
I am casted to another place, another phase
To distant dimension...
An entire different realm
Here, I am guarded...here I am insulated from this (and all past) worldly wickedness that has besieged and plagued the soil I walk on
Breathing in this poisoned air
Yes, this earth in which we all sprouted from will become our own eventual final destination....
Start to Finish....Our One and Only Home
Yet, my wall
My protector
Is my haven
My only chamber of peace and solitude
Here is where
My empathy styles a touch sensitive
in hearing my specific voice.....
A Tone
Deaf
As in me (mine)
Never yours, his or hers
harsh
Damned by chance
A vice that finds a home in our soul...
Yet...it is my wall...that separates me from all...
My place, my phase, my touch, my voice...my wall
here is where I write my rules and choose to obey them
If and when if ever

Your voice,
Your face...
Gone Somewhere beyond my wall
Nonexistent
Nondescript
All in All
Insignificant and mostly irrelevent

My Wall seperates me from everything
and it's here where I choose to exist
Even if,
It's just me and my one and only wall

Life's Conundrum and Death's Solution

Life

asked,

Death

"why (?)
do people love me
but hate you?"

death responded,

"because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth."

Living and dying are an inseparable and indispensable cycle;
they are two sides of the same coin....they are the body and shadow of every individual to walk this planet we have named Earth...
Without dying there is no living, and without living there is no dying.
Life is not a gradual movement towards death. We are living and dying at every moment.
Dormat to active, we sprout fourth from this universal energy that we have no business defining, explaining, defying, disputing or disbelieving....
Plain and simple, who are we to understand it...nor should we be arrogant enough to think that it created solely for our pleasured experience.
The only sound and expressed advice is to acknowledge and appreciate it.
For, you may never get the opportunity again....

Life is the real lie, but rather most (if not all its) beauty tends to go ignorant...as per evidence of our race's appetite for exploitation, dilution and destruction.
Why destroy what's precious and beautiful?

But in the finale of this dance, death is the true and ultimate end...funny how it's the one true inevitable that will never disappoint from happening.
Life is full of beautiful adventures along the way, but your last adventure is gloomy and sad because it's quite literally the "last."
So, Life is beautiful and full of ultimately pointless joys, objectively speaking,

because in the end, 

the "painful truth" is we die and to some extent, none of it mattered.
Unless...you paid attention along the way
And appreciated every available moment
before it all comes to where we all were before we started...
As I already said...who's to say that we will get another go at this adventure?
Why should we?
As far as I am concerned, very few deserve that "goodness"
To re-experience...to re-live that Ultimate Beauty that we call life.

Be good, be well...be the best you can be to your friends, family and foes...
Because you may never get that chance again....

It's Make A Wish Eleven-Eleven Today

i am, without flaw
perfectly imperfect
to
p e r f e c t i o n

sharing is caring

Distance certainly does not define nor restrict how smitten one can be, you little ravenous jujube!!!

So, whether I am here or there...as matter of fact...even if I were to live in a hut on Mars!!!

I'd still use my mysterious and masterful skills of prowess to know (with absolute conviction and certainty) how smitten I can be.

As the China people tell me,

"You So Silly"

(I am omitting their obvious observation of "white boy")

Yes, it would be nice.  Almost euphoric straight out of a fairy tale.

But, between

You, me and twenty five hundred miles of forest, mountains, swamp and farmland....with a couple of cacti and a ton of pigeons and bird watchers...

I don't think, I just can't believe that Texas could ever love a godless nomadic Yank who has never ever even entertained firing a firearm armed with fire!

I would have to be Harry Potter's older demented half cousin from Uncle Albert's side of the family from Wisconsin...you know, that part of Wisconsin on the border of Minnesota...that comes close to Canada?  Where all the cousins sit around the campfire talking shop, sipping beer and flipping cows?

I hear cows never see it coming either.

Wow.

Or I should say Bam.

That stands for the buzzkill sustained from a dream gone cold of grazing on a mild and sunny day.

Like going on a family trip to Costco...

Where I could sit and munch on thankless calories in their high class rotunda.

I swear, I absolutely swear this planet would be a better place without hotheads, hotshots and CEOs!

And all their political golden parachutes that just keep on popping!!!

POP

Or I should say

Cha Ching to everyone's empty bank accounts

On their behalf

Of course

For milking every cow, worth milking

As well as, all the farmers that those cows moo for...

(Just as an aside...ever moo back at a cow?)

It's not only exhilarating...its intoxicatingly liberating

For Not only the cow, but also to the Mooer and all those in attendance 

Speaking of attendance

It's not all that cracked up to be...from what was once promised

But...from...what I know and see

The sun still rose

Like a flower in the field

And all the worker ants came out...

Only get caught in the frozen cold of false hopes

But before they could get back to bed...their path got covered by snow and mist

They lost their way, 

Their time was up

Up

and

Away

Like a comic book gone astray

Panic.Chaos.Disorder.

...

my work here is done

But, not for the day

I have my Hat, Scarf, Gloves, Boots and Compass on

A shovel in my back pocket.

Fruits and berries in my belly

Long before I spoke of any word to any lawyer

I demand a recount!!!

Of all the trusted chaps responsible for all this world's wickedness...

fierce like a storm

A storm like none other

Washing away a day's dream...

Much how the tossed female bull must have felt...

Hush little puppy,

Don't feel sad

I am still on a feline path

(They say Cats of a Feather often Flock Together!)

Au revoir

 and

arrivederci

Bee for Bobo

and let's not forget about my Cha Cha

The Best Damn Country Song EVER

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vAOVRkSCWmg

by
David Allen Coe

"You Never Even Called Me By My Name"

Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from crying'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie pride
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
Even though you're on my fighting' side

[Chorus:]
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name

Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played
But the only time I know
I'll hear "David Allan Coe"
Is when Jesus has his final judgment day

[Repeat chorus]

[Recitation:]
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was
Not the perfect country & western song because he hadn't said anything at all about mama,
Or trains,
Or trucks,
Or prison,
Or getting' drunk
Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song
And he sent it to me,
And after reading it,
I realized that my friend had written the perfect
Country & western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run ned over by a damned old train

[Chorus:]
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
No, a' you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me
Well I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name

Lose My Mind

https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=QWVAJ7xqqGU


by
Brett Eldredge

You put me on a roller coaster, fly me on a plane

You send me to another planet, get inside my brain

I knew right when I met you I would never be the same

But I let you take me over, girl, so I'm the one to blame, oh

You...make all my screws come...loose

Got me perfectly con...fused

Always find a way to mess me up and drive me wild

I love the way you make me lose my mind

Lose my mind

You make me crazy and I kinda like it

You show me that apple, girl, and I wanna bite it

So crazy that I gotta have it

And I never wanna get out of this straitjacket

You...make all my screws come...loose

Got me perfectly con, fused

Always find a way to mess me up and drive me wild

I love the way you make me lose my...

I feel the walls closing in inside this padded room

Only good thing about it is I'm locked in here with you, yeah

I'm always watching you, wondering what you'll do next

But my favorite part about it is I always have to guess (you know I do)

You...you make all my screws come...loose

Got me perfectly con, fused

Always find a way to mess me up and drive me wild

I love the way you make me lose my mind

Make me lose my mind

Lose my mind

Make me lose my mind

Make me lose my mind

Lose my mind

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are

Almost anybody can learn 

to think 

or 

believe 

or 

know, 

but not a single human being can be taught to feel.  

Why?  

Because whenever you think or believe or you know, you're a lot of other people:  but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.  

To be nobody-but-yourself- 

in a world which is doing its best, 

night and day, 

to make you everybody else- 

means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight: 

and never stop fighting.

- ee   Cummings

"Far Away"

This time, this place
misused, mistakes
Too long, too late,
who was I to make you wait?
Just one chance,
just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know, you know, you know

[Chorus]

That I love you

I've loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

I keep dreaming you'll be with me

And you'll never go

Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore

On my knees, I'll ask last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all I'd give for us
Give anything, but I won't give up
'Cause you know, you know, you know I Love You

[Chorus]

I have loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go

Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore

So far away, so far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away, so far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know I wanted, I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed, I need to hear you say that I love you (That I love you)
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you (And I forgive you) for being away for far too long
So keep breathing 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and never let me go
Keep breathing 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and never let me go









by Nickelback


https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=wC0eqr0_whY

I am sarcastic only some of the time, the rest is your fault for believing me

Ok, so...somehow (and I don't know how), this group became one of my experiences...I guess I deserve to be in it (did someone, somehow nominate me for it without any warning?)...I guess???  And I have this irking twitch to write some sort of experience for all my groups...which, in my dillusional mind, happens to be easier (or more convenient) than leaving the group which mysteriously ended up in my collection of groups.
God, I hate how The BIG Brother Internet induces these unexplained acts of ambiguous incognito-esque parlor tricks to their unsuspecting innocent users.
Gosh, I feel like that scorned freckled faced, brace wearing lonely teenager on prom night....just waiting and plotting my revolution and ultimate world domination.




Ps
Ever look at your X and wonder Y?
Anyhow
XOXOXOXO
Only to those that matter

Jude Wisdom

"All of us are born for a reason, but all of us don't discover why. Success in life has nothing to do with what you gain in life or accomplish for yourself. It's what you do for others."

Danny Thomas
Founder of St. Jude Children's Hospital

Laugh Out Loud

speaking French is almost as important as understanding Dutch,
as in
One for you and two for me
Or was it
Three for us, and none for me?
When did Eye become the singular selfish boat ride out to sea?
One amongst boozing buddies absent of their nagging wives?
Tisk, tisk...such moot boring lives
Amid all this world's lies!!!
I promise, I swear...!
That I don't only have just one pair of underwear
When did life revolve around a sum of useless promises?
Lying politicians and empty bank accounts?
I swear, I promise....?
Nothing more than what I can already give
And that's
My blood
My sweat
My fight
with all my might...
But, what I don't want,
As in always and forever
Is a nagging wife, in a nagging life
With an empty bank account
and
A raging hangover from all this nonsense of thinking
and
Believing
That my will is a result of awakening in the midst of the
Land of the Free
....
Yeah,
Sure
I'm just going to move my office to the basement.
After I pay all of my taxes and fees to the banks that have promised me this golden life.

PS Things that will always sound sarcastic:

- good for you

- way to go

- ok buddy 

- nice to know

- thanks a lot

- yeah right

- totally

dare i say

d o u b t

k
i 
l
l
s

MORE dreams

than

FAILURE
e
v
e
r

Will 

ps 

an Apple Pie without Cheese

is

Like a Kiss without a Squeeze

just Do It

(Haba na haba hujaza kibaba)

Little
by
Little
you get to where you're headed

Stay calm and carry on

hopeless

Not every sunrise is identical, nor DO any two days end the same...

Just as No two smiles are indistinguishable from any two good byes...
Happy, sad or indifferent

Each day starts with a blink, and every dream seduces the mind...

I envy Each and Every kiss goodnight...

But it's here where I exist,

Free of rules, free of conditions

Free to be who and what I am

Even in the eye of the blind

Whom can see if they look

and

Listen like the deaf,

yet still hear my evening's soliloquy

One thought at a time

My time, My place...My space
Crawling before I walk
Running before I fly
My dreams, my rules
My lesson, My fight
Your Reality is my playground
This World is my disguise

“if someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night i tell her about you.” 

- Shahrazad al-Khalij.

UAE Author

Can't Deny My Love

by
Brandon Flowers


https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=9iiDlU4rhlY

The Reason

Unsteady
by
X Ambassadors


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=B4mUXqE29co

even s i m p l e i r

Never change yourself for someone, if they don't appreciate the way you are, find someone who will.

simple wisdom

I am the F a b l e d  Lover of the Sweet and Sour....


Control, it's a funny word that you ALL are obsessed with.
What I know is this, those who fight to gain control often times are those who are least in line for any order.
People can't control time or space...but rather, like a wave, Must learn to ride it to the shore.
Too many look to control the wave.
Those who fight the current often drown in its waters...

You can only control your actions through your intentions...everything else falls victim to the structured random chaos of existence.
One in which you may choose to comply with or fight...
You comply with it, and life becomes a focused surf ride intended to be experienced and appreciated...
Not necessarily understood.
For those who contest it often find a frustrated life.


ps
The desire for Control is a byproduct of fear and anxiety.
Conquer fear, drop the anxiety...
Why control what was designed to be uncontrollable?

Every Other Freckle

by
alt-J

https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=axTSc3e6wu8

Gooey

by
Glass Animals


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IIA1XQnAv5s&feature=youtu.be

Does a Bar of Soap cure nighttime leg cramps?

i get cramps all the time, and the reason I get them is due to my high frequency and intensity of my aggressive exercise routines...by default, I become delepleted of my electrolytes (as well as a drop in my water content).  This tactic is not for everyone, I am physically strong and capable of such extreme stress.  Nonetheless, I fully endorse everyone to partake in an exercise program conducive and compatible to the individual...it will improve your quality of life.  I promise!

So, back to my question...
Can a bar of soap cure nighttime leg cramps?
Many people swear that it can....
So how and why?

http://www.peoplespharmacy.com/2012/07/22/why-does-soap-soothe-nighttime-leg-cramps/

A dollar for my thought, a wish from my soul

I bitch and I moan just like everybody else....albeit not as often or not as loud...but either way, there I am always looking for (or dreaming of) greener pastures....just like the next guy and gal.

But...let me say, I should not forget what I do have...and that is great health and a lot of love in my everyday life.  After all, where would I be without good health and positive love?

I pity those who have everything else but love and health in their lives....

I should be thankful of what I have and stop focusing on what I wish I had...before I lose what everyone wishes they had.

Driving with Flied Eggs

A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.

Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.

"Careful," he said. "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter!

Oh my Goodness! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!

Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!

Careful . CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! This is very dangerous!!!

Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind?

Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"



The wife stared at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"


The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."

I dream a lot

As a matter of fact, I dream a lot every single night...one dream is more intricate then the next...but I guess that's how I am hardwired.  I tend forget about most of my dreams by the following evening...but....not this one specfic one...

Here is a synopsis of an interesting dream I had Wednesday night.

I was commissioned by my world government to deconstruct all the world's atomic nuclear weapons and use the necessary parts from them to build deep space travel crafts.

Interesting, right?


Ps
You can do the right things for the wrong reasons
and
You can do the wrong things for the right reasons
Or...
The right things for the right reasons
and let's not forget
The wrong things for the wrong reasons
Which seems to be the human way....


But I do dare believe in a better way

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oTbcO9qaE5g


"Believe"
by
Cher

No matter how hard I try
You keep pushing me aside
And I can't break through
There's no talking to you
It's so sad that you're leaving
It takes time to believe it
But after all is said and done
You're gonna be the lonely one

Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough

What am I supposed to do
Sit around and wait for you
Well I can't do that
And there's no turning back
I need time to move on
I need a love to feel strong
Cause I've got time to think it through
And maybe I'm too good for you

Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough

Well I know that I'll get through this
'Cause I know that I am strong
I don't need you anymore
I don't need you anymore
I don't need you anymore
No I don't need you anymore

Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough