I’vive

     Que sera, sera… but you want to LIVE, right?

     I’vive is life of Il-Masaih in any who say, “I…”. Jesu isa verb, Isa is a noun. Faith is a pro. Only Il-M is a pro and little masaihs are in the Il-masaih.

     Be living & be believing. Immersed in this, you be forever living.

/A\ 2014

Ps: No ps or bs for YOU today. Lol. Heh heh. Seriously.
Hmmmm.

Help For Being Suicidal: Refuse To Be Misdirected

      National Help does not exist. Not always. YOU MUST BE TOUGH. GET HELP. BUT IF YER GIIN THRU HLS BASEMENT OF RAZORS AND FIRE…… BREATHE. DRINK A VODKE…. DO ANYTHING DIPOITY DOO TO STAY ALIVE AND PAY LATER. GRAB A SANDWICH AND DINT PAY. GET ARRESTED. JUST DONT GIVE IN.
AND DINT HURT ANYONE!! Dont drive.
Dont drink and drive.
Get out and say its not you.
Take 100 mg bebedryll and no more. Thar cure anxiety. Take 1/3 bottle dm cough syrup.
Thats a fast acting antidepressant. I hate it, then get help. Steal it drink it off the shelf and pay them later or get arrested drinking it in the store. The “high” is a not fake wake up and leads to serotonin poisoning, but… well crap… wanna die and face god? Good luck there

       Help-lines may help, but I hsve been misdirected 5+ times THIS YEAR… INCLUDING S CALL TO NAMI RIGHT NOW.

        I AM SO pissed. My local police did not like a report I made against another cop… so 8 days ago they called Oregon City’s

      Clackamas County Mental Health and as a result… my clonezepam Rx has been immediately discontinued!!!

      Do you know that I sm now in a psychosis? Most of YOU would have commited suicide any way you can and BEEN IN TEARS. I AM USED to the crucifying fibromyalgia pain.

     Fibromyalgia? Oh… Mr. Syntax… we thought you said MENTAL health.

    Fuck yes. CNS to PNS means brsin and spine to nerves. I have ptsd. I am misdiagnosed as schizoeffective borderline. A man tried to fucking play jimmy doo with my crap shoot and DID FUCKING NOT BECAUSE I FUCKING RAN FUCKING 40 miles out of the woods over 3 days, damaging my nerves. Fuck YOU. FUCK YOU. SORRY. NOT YOU.

      JAYCEE DUGARD IS priness queen of the slaughterhouse olympics, and KID… as long as you stay alive, I WILL GODDAM IT. I WILL BLESS heaven if it will only take my name as a gutter cleaner for all of my drinking and shit.

    FUCK it feels good to blog!!

    It is not a sin to exist.

   It is not the end if you say yes to cigaretts, heroin, gay sex, lying your ass off, betrayal.

   It SHOULD be the end if you rape and kill, but ask the saints beheaded by insanity and part of their cry below the stone of time will be…

“How long, O lord, will it be…
that people will live sexlessly and lifelessly, to repent, to turn, to STOP? Must they die? Or can forgiveness arrive?

    Starting with your people, the saints!”

   May God be true.

   Everyman a liar.

   In the name of Alphaomega.

   The One.

   I’m’in and Amin

   /A\ 2014

   all dead saints, pick up your own friggin sins and throw them away after nappy poo time. good luck to anyone suicidal today. i am dead, now, this day, to suicide. lions blood. living dead sheen to me. still here, you bastards. just kidding… still in 9.5 pain taking only fuggin aceceto at ungodish amount of 4000 mg per gulp 3x day plus coffee and cigarette. kiss… my…

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Trifecta Dominatum Di Bush 2016 !!!

           I called McCain’s office. He isn’t running.

           Are you sick, sick… sick of Bush presidents? ………………………………………… ….

      Uh, do not be. Jeb is up.

Up.

      I said… well, he is different… and so are politics.
Good luck, Jeb. Call the Syntaxsinner new president help line at 1-800-JEB-BUSH.
NO, kidding. (Call me. Dog’s tail comes back to September 2014. Gosh that is soon. How? I will call you.)

Ninja At Hudai

      Great. Now I have to call my Junior High story about Zen the Ninja- “Sneaky Assassin And The Colonel.” Thanks, Timberpants!

     It was a story about 3 young mice dressed like ninja who break into KFC for chicken at night, then burn the Hudai hangout DOWN out of spite. Pff.

Bones At Libray

    I have a few to pick. I try to donate time, or thing but NO. Okay. Why?

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    Is it the sound of my WWII B-17 flying over?

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    Or me Mustang as I rip by?
Actually, I think the library is BUSY and NOISY and they miss out on patronage by manhandling the masses. Like last wee wee.

       I… wee wee had to chill and wee wee had to go (the the after that)”.

       My 8 year niece was like “yee haw. Fun!!!”
So THERE!!!

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         I mentioned my children’s book. You ticked my off like Pai Mei in Kill Bill. Disrespect. Good thing I am not into Kung Pow. For YOU.

Baptist, The John?

     Should really try eating toasted locusts glazed with raw wild amber raspberry-infused HONEY. That way you can openly share with the police if they stop you.. and not blindly catch THEIR diseases second hand.

     What?

     Potato.

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          ©[not] 2014

Dooley Duncing Caperton

      I have experienced “spiritual growth” lately. My syntax is adjusted due to the dooley. The following are my children, my wording-est-es
… for today. Enjoy!

Bunker List

Dominoes in reverse

Live-action planking is… sex. No. Well, for some boring gals.

Forty is the New Attitude. Turn it.

Driver’s Ed is called Dad.

My dad’s name is Ed. No.

Forensics tell us where we must go. In an investigation.

Tongue in cheek is gay. Knock it off. I hate that phrase. Bash it. Don’t bash happy pink martinis. They are tasty.

Women should make a new name for themself. Try ethyl. Fully leaded.

Morticians have lives too. You know?

Happy times will end. Boo!

Carpe diem. And while you are their, can you get the night, too? Reach for the stars, home baby-biscuit nommer!!

If you want to die today, do this- write your bday. Count 9 months back. (I was conceived 7/4 according to estimation. I told my mom.) Okay, so write your conception date. Now go back in time in your head or heart, I don’t give a shit- and run to that bedroom, fling the doors open and close your eyes, shouting, “My gosh! Stop, Dad.” He yells back, “Get out of here.” The delay is too late but SP-zoa-12-453-444 of 200 million horses is overtaken by a better sample.

Better? No one is better than you out of 200M.

No one.

Look up.

It may be dreary, but you already made micro-history from an anti-eschatological point of viewing.

Excuse me… but I must be going. I need to be free in a cornfield on a bike with only red shoes. No boo-ing. UK knows what I mean. Cheeky monkeies!

Addiction To Tv & Net

        Is menu addiction at the root. Virtuousity is your thing. Get back in your body.

    Do you go to a restaurant and eat the menu? Media shows OTHERS life. If you video your own and watch…
Its talking to yourself.

    Read: Ecclesiastes, word for word, not as “holy”. It guts internet piggies inside a bit. Good for ya.

1000 blue hues of robin williams eyes in memory are in my mind and his death is without an eschatology currently sensible to his fam fam

I first posted this before calling Robin’s Attorney office on Satuday. Don’t do that. I probably shouldn’t- but people need to be encouraged. I use an atypical kabbalist compass for that.How many calls are made during a celebrity being discovered doing… anything? Imagine a death.

So I am a phone-a-chaplin pre-emptive.

Robin

     He played the HUSBAND of a woman who was in a ‘hell’ of self after commiting suicide and LOVED her. In What Dreams May Come. Secret message for Mrs. Robin Williams to say how it is ahead of time? If it HELPS, I will UNLOVE the movie and give my love for all things Williams to her.

     I have been studying suicide-justification! Ay me! Condemn me not! My life is terrifying. We all die. But I am in deep pain and find I can almost jump to the good lord. I bought a rope. He said nothing. Then on Franz St. said, “Pull over… put the rope out of the trunk.” Before that, I threw away a CO tube in a library garbage can. Equipped with duck tape. Unsure how to handle my health woe as my wife and I are isolated and her fear scares me.

All of life is psychosis to psychosis. Mine come by endurance of hare kare pain. Gladly I would have taught Robin and he I how to cope. Alas, not living neighbors. I am sorry. I cannot guarantee I could help.

    Robin:

    What Dreams May Come

    Dead Poets Soceity

    RW was an eschatolist extraordinaire, oh my GOD.
Now adjust your ethics. If you are not William’s friend or family, hush it! HUSH!

    It is a science to self-cease. It needn’t be taught.
Its self. Now when hospice gives a big big big juicy morphine needle… shhh! its murrrrrder. No! The body “forgets to breathe”. Poor RN told me he was pallative executioner. Its for PAIN.

     No suicide is for sure. Dear RW, you could have had an MI
and fallen backwards. It would have saved you? But MY God and Your God just let me write that TOO EARLY joke… of a heart attack that could have saved you. I knew you were real off film!

     And RW from the grandstands watches!!

    Can you imagine a God who sends a suicide to hell? While aware? Hmm. I am sorry cheeky monkey. But Robin is in with the Grand Hostel with heavenly host.
He is sleeping? Waiting for the age of Aquarius.

       Working on 4 films. He is jam for cracker? For all? Rich? I pray for a sec.

             Zelda & sibs & wife

    You’ll never see my low post. But I believe he would say… he would say…

C a r p e   D i e m

    And peace unto the House of Williams I pray for Ye.

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           A kiss to Mrs. Robin

          I have bi-polar, ptsd
            And most notably
       Hereditary Angioedema

I HAVE A 33%
CHANCE IN
MY LIFE OF
DYING OF
ASPHYXIA
AND ROBIN
SHOWED ME
HOW ITS POSSIBLE
TO ENDURE IT. SO I GIVE FEAR THE BOOT. AND THIS
PARA-       GRAGH IS A BOOT.

(Kinda)

You don’t have to take my cyber kiss. My status as a blogger extraordinaire is nada. Please just take in love around you and believe the best.

No joke. I lummy lummy love my Uncle Robby on TV Ork & I am one to own anybody & love faaaaaaaar. Not as far as “Bog”, “Dios”, “Allah”, “God”…
  but I make my angels RUN to keep up!    Hahaha

/ A \  2o14  ©(not)

Persona Reserve

     If one has an overrage of scotch reserve, ONE WILL NOT be reserved…

    except to JUDGMENT…

   … by your peers.

      And to the self-injurious in pity wells- live. Live! Punish your damned body thru sober cruelty. Kill your “me”.

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     Crucify Gumby! Take him to a Roman hilltop. Slay the selfish bastardo sin alkihola koom manu sanitorium matrimonium…

     Oh… I am listening to Josh Groban’s Romeo & Juliet.

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    I am in love with beautiful reasoning and reasoning beauty, heart mind soul
spirit…

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Para siempre
Tú no morias
Alla con Él
VIVIRAMOS

Hacer sol con fuerte infini en tu vida es
    muy dificil sin amor.