Tag: food
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What the grappling-dick is happening, my fellow big-wienered folk who’ve managed to piss off your archnemesis to the point where you’re naked and blindfolded and standing up at the very fucking edge of a thousand foot drop, they’re pointing a gun at your head and giving a menacing-ass speech accompanied by orchestral DUHTs and DUH-DUHTS! …
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Musings
When I was younger, I placed total consideration into technicalities and procedures, quantifying possibility into rigid measurements and expectations. Later, I saw implicit wisdom in Tarantino’s reply when he was asked how to break into the film industry. He said, “Write and direct Reservoir Dogs. That’s what I did.” Through his tongue-and-cheek reply, he showed…
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Musings
I believe novelty is inevitable–even if the same idea comes up again, it’s expressed in a different existential configuration, where none of the particles are in the exact same space-time arrangement. So I suppose that as I recognize the “old” as new, I must also accept irony as an existential truth.
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the death-taint is happening, all you nasty taint-neglecters who’ve built up a thriving civilization on your fleshy undercarriage (tiny beast-folk, grotesque hobgoblins, translucent humanoids and other wonders and horrors that boggle the mind and defy the imagination) only to run into that fuckfaced coworker who posts stuff on LinkedIn that sounds like a cross…
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Musings
I’ve noticed my negative thoughts fall into two distinct types. The first type–where I consciously and deliberately frame things in a negative light–is like pouring fuel on the fire, or voluntarily putting my hand on a hot stove, and doesn’t lead to anything productive. The second type–negative thoughts and feelings that arise without my bidding–are…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the dicktographer is happening, all my fellow dick-pic-ers who obsess over the best angle to highlight the frenulum or shaft or maybe that big ol’ pee-hole that never functions like it’s supposed to and shotguns urine all over the place like some kind of hellish lawn sprinkler wait maybe you should hair-gel the pubes…
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Musings
Recently, I’ve concluded it’s not my negativity that gets in the way; negativity arises spontaneously, as an instinctive response to an unpreferable circumstance. It’s my temptation to CLING to the negativity that holds me back–whether that manifests as denial, suppression, pretending it doesn’t exist, arguing whether it should be there, arguing whether it shouldn’t…when I…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the Ye Olden Cock is happening, all my fellow silver-haired fuck-machines who are capitalizing on the interest in distinguished old men but when you finally get with a woman you have to start explaining the old balls smell and the liver-spotted taint and the creepy white ear hair that makes you look like Doc…
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Musings
After physically doing what I can, I can still do more by priming my perception–by letting things be. This allows me to abide in an open and alert state of mind, without wearing myself down or narrowing my awareness. Even if I can’t let my negativity go, then I let it be just as it…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the dick-smear is happening, all you vengeance-minded folk who see your boss’s unattended coffee cup so you give the rim a swipe of your spicy-musky nether-bits—SQWWEEEEEEEP—and restrain your giggles as your boss raises the mug to their lips, then gives you an evil-ass smile and says they’ve been cumming on your door handle and…
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