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  Where good faith actions have been replaced by pictures and apps.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