Serenity

Park Bench

My fame is vapor.
My riches carried away on wings.
Only one thing endures in life, and that is character.
Find something that excites your soul, and grab hold of it and run.

Take it and fly away.

From here on out I shall be just another disinclined recluse in search of a wandering star and nothing more.  And if and when I do discover this magical place … I will let you know.

No more mountains to climb, rivers to swim, no more battles to be fought and won.
I shut it all down, stick a fork in me, I am done.

Don

DEAR ABBY … WHAT’S WRONG WITH US?

letter to the editorA great many people inquired why I didn’t post anything yesterday and …. well …. okay, THREE people wanted to know why I did not post yesterday.  The answer is simple, I went to a pre-interview appointment on the Soft Porn Fantasy-camp, and it appears, I might have a shot at an enrollment in September.  (I had a doctor’s appointment and a pressing Co-Pay, that is the reality of it)

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Gawd Help Me … I Am Feeling Normal Again.

No One Gives AEvery day I will come onto Social Media and find some 40-60 posts on what is wrong with this country.  Most of them concern politic’s, politicians, so-called low-life’s, scumbags, illegals, people from Persia or the Middle East, religious nut cases.

But this morning, I am throwing in a little wake up call of my own.

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Jus Saying — Wednesday Hubris From The Oklahoma Panhandler


The guy in front of me orders, and then when finished looks at me, and flatly states to the girl, his name is "The Mouth From The South.” Now I did not actually know this person, and found this to be offensive. Instead of nailing him, I took it in stride, and proceeded to ignore him the rest of the evening. It seems to me that people are too quick with the name calling these days.

Enable distraction-free writing mode, and everything surrounding the editor will fade away when you start typing. Move your mouse out of the editor to reveal everything again.  Or you could move into a cave somewhere in The Sierra Nevada’s and eat granola bars until the drought is over.  Flush hard, Bakersfield needs the water.

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