Rome unto The Norse
USA unto The Iraqi
Rome unto The Norse
USA unto The Iraqi
Before I woke up this morning
I had a special dream
In my dream, a blonde out of copper-tone uniform was in my dreamy bedroom
I guess my dream merged with a civil servant’s
Police ladies have commented before that I am fit…
Americans seem to think police are a drag
I like em
And now that I am practicing kisses in my theta-states of imagination, and seeing a weary girl soldier look at me that way…
I do wonder!
In my dream, my gf’s friend knocked on the door
I said, “Oh no!”
Off sister said:
(Smiled and psychic said, “I’m not moving.”)
So I let the friend in, who just sat there in the way like some gf friends do when they fantasize
Non contact 3-way!!!
That, for me, is every day
Romance pulsar in my bod
Oh I am already..
Poly Gamer in da head
Ladies College Girls No Sticky Crazy Lovers.
Get in my jacuzzi.
Get in my bed.
I kiss you for you, Crackerjacker whammer slammer CHICK
MY WHOLE BODY IS A-
Pickle Tickle… hold on
You.. You.. and especially you
I an Blue Krishna.
I love girl cop FLESH
I wanna put a hand
A hand on your GUN HIP
Hug me hard
Chief focus of this morning’s dream
Was to kiss you like a kiss of cream
Prisoner of love
If you want to talk about your NEEDS, Ofc. Ette, fem solid gravity yet Tinkerbell petite… I offer shiatsu mastery
And topless, chest to the towel back adjustments
Free for civil lady
Guy cops- find an equally devout commoner lady like Szu Sehn Chan the barbar on 17th
Its hard to like an Officer girl woman laser lady- her bros of Force could tazer muh balls or make fun of her
I want I want I want
A blue laser in my room
If you hate cops, well ha- I have a use fir me on ironman | Fe | + male luxury ladies
Their job? No uniforms allowed in my shower
Death smells so good as I wash her hair and Scooby Do her Scrappy-hey. Hey
I am more than horny
I am slap-my-knee happy
Kiss n spank a thigh
On a gal and not Ahnah Gai
Officer Lovely Locks…
Come again to my dreams
Naughty Steel Worker Andy
Railing photo memorial
That what I think
So I web log
For the 8th time
Not including city e-mails
To nice ol’ SF
That living photos
The greatest American not-blog
The deceadants appeared
A Christmas home
A real heart wrencher
To a lost sheep
TO MAKE THAT MORBIDITY PEEL RIGHT OFF
Or do we enjoy
Autonomous autoviolent video
On YooHoo tuber?
I do not
Suicide is too “too”
For that Bay Area
I am guessing
A weird freedom
It would be cooler
Cooler to challenge
One’s own spirit
As it is
What they need and want
Insanity sugar coated?
Looney Tunes “Now I’ve seen everything”… Aaaaaaaaaaa… * BURST *
Ship cruise up
Why not leave the fallen leaf
Why scoop up biological mass?
167lb young male
110lb young female
Brady Bunch it
Why not have Mike Carol Alice Cindy Bobby Greg Marsha Peter Jan and Tiger all go over together?
Like the great accident in 1824 AD during the Great Depression
Casualties did not exceed what was expected
The bridge glory
Illusion of grandeur
Is natinally known
Help has arrived
From the East
I am Thich Quack Duck
The non aqueous non immolater Mayahana crimson lotus maybe-maker
I say YouTube: Mapo
Or we will never see a decrease
Or just “hope” elsewise
Never too late
Writing this kills me
Its so boring
And I am not sure jumping is ultimately bad
But for Coast Guard ptsd I write
Abramovic therapy is to count them
I count an “all”
I keep an “all”
God bless bloody young babes and meaty ladies I go “gaga” for
I am spoken for- yet my sibling chivalry proceedeth in the romance of lotus, wine and thorns
And visceral CARING ladies of China wall-walk… where do they come from?
Got.. Shut down
I’d crawl the wall just to see her 1/16 of a nano meter away, pass thru her vision of fleish as a Casper and… I don’t know…
Ask her to tango
She looks young
I’d like to discuss a few brands
I’m not sorry
I am just
Performing wild and vividly and not often
The words I use are hell branded air anyway
I adore sangre essence
It IS IN MY visceral all
It is living messenger, liquid, warm, tacky, sticky… IN MY residence
Where did she pick that idea up?
It is white blood
Dry white blood food
You can eat a dry grain
It takes a while to simmer in your mouth
Happy little maggot mummies
I am prone to auto-hallucination, knowing it is not fly babies
This HELPS, Marina
I have very bad ptsd
I have hereditary angioedema and at age 14- I bled internally.. my blood plasma in AGGREGATE entered my abdominal cavity circumcising my hara
Auto hara kiri non suicide hypovolemic shock
Phoenix in me flashing
Heart in spiral
Fear greater than pain
Sheer horror, luminous sibling…
You are part of my salvation experience
I love you
Cannot see it
Must be there
annot hear you!!
ow do you know??
OH YOU JUST FIGURE it OUT.
Shi*… do I look Arabic?
Must have been the coffee
Son of a switcheroo
I won’t say
Its not true
I’m kinda hot, huh?
99 degrees in here
Inner desert sun
You shoot it you buy it
Profile me once
Shame on yoo
Profile me TWICE…. TOUCH ME niccce
Then you are better…
Don’t be a dipshit
Pay your rent
Go to church or don’t
Be legal. Why be illegal?
Run for freedom
Don’t run from it
Paid by Harrison Campaign for United States President fund blown back in time to young me.
Oh, I am 40.
I would comb my hair like Obam-Bam but I am a whitey spud man. Reddish outside, white inside.
We are all bright white inside… at least all us children of the truth… is it hard to tell who is a LIAR?
Well, step outside of THE GAME, friend. I am afraid for 3 reasons that someone at any given time could kill me or one I love and I would love to just make you some crazy pancakes and tell you that I do not smoke weed.
Hell, I would if I had the time and weed and it was legal. I have. That toke isnt halping me now iz it?
For shizzle my brisket fears getting shot wrong. There is a clear view into my bedroom and if I get shot then that is cool. If I live.
If I die I prefer not to hear people crying and glass in the eye would be annoying. The heat sensation from a new tunnel in me would sting. But the lack of nerves around organs if shot through the collar bone would ensure I would scream.
But as I know pain- as a patient of 5 decades since ’74 or ’73, however you wade I would say if I am screaming, my ‘sabrosa’ (soul unit head piece) is ‘atop’ so as to peer to center earth as Christ on the Cross would instruct if you ever took private lessons in his DYING school.
I despise my individuality.
People who say shit and shizzat like me get punched, shot, raped, molested, in all seriousness- because we are beautiful and someone makes a sandwich out of us when we are weak.
Who fears leading?
Leading the way?
Gandalf is real in your imagination. Put him aside.
Ghandi was skinny.
Mother Theresa had a nose.
Jesus had a temper.
Mohammed had a lot of wives. And was perhaps key to the Eternal economics of a perfect modular soceity we all reject.
Now remove the polygamists from before the altar of the High god of gods and so forth, being quasi-specific about the verbage of Hebraic “Elohim” Dr. Phil- not YOUR Dr. Phil- my Dr. Phil who died but looks over my shoulder now, right this moment as we acknowledge that Jesus sits directly behind me. I am sure.
He never left me.
And by his power I am being myself which is to make a paragraph huddle like
North and South America.
And then say I don’t
know what to tell you
about boys who
almost die and go to
Because I can tell you with certainty that it is what YOU believe that matters. Not funny blonde bowl cut kid. If he did see Jesus it would be for you and not him and maybe he is super nice or autistic. Children do not tend to commit massive horrendous blasphemy. If a child was sin you could say it like a baby is a poop machine, but see- even poo, though it IS decomposition of dead shit literally… it can be funny.
Praise God, congregates.
I am annuling my personal divorce with the word ‘shit’ but I won’t sat it in church. Much.
I have to live with shit.
I am friended by Joni Earekson Tada who now suffers. She is motherly age to me but if we meet, that’s nice. I would tell her she is sister and share the glory. Of our accomplishments. The invisible ones. Well… one. Drawing in Jesus.
How this works the Whole World around- don’t you worry. Be with him. Live with him. Believe in him. Like Joe Nameth. Only catchier.
Protect me from the FEAR.
If you want to send a love gift- pay it back, forward, left and right… and you will have quadruple-crossed yourself.
My math… is wrong.
Don’t even double cross yourself. But DO cross yourself, Jesus. Cross me over your heart in a heart of worship, safety and thankfulness. Protect my way from pride as I HAVE been mouthy and used the mouth I have to talk to police about public safety.
At least that is what my prayer usually consists of. The public domain is a modular representation of God’s wisdom, kingdom, power, authorship… this WORLD is his BLOG.
NICE blog, Sir.
“Señor” is the word for lord in Spanish. Olé? Times up on that time honored tradition. For me anyway. Cannot tell if its pee sea. Oops.
That’s me. Crude. Elemental. A percent. But my eternal self is perhaps beyond percent? I’ll settle for 400%. It’s the new 98.6 & so I do not overheat, I am going to finish by saying
thank you for reading my blog.
My health and circumstances suck and I am paranoid I will die. Well, in 0 or 100 years I think a casket will merge with the product of my eatery-ness. (U R what you eat). Also- there are a lot of American heroes that are NOT American. Like Shakeel Afridi. God bless him! He is persecuted!!
And God let me overlap it as an e-mail to my local Police
It is raw grit heart without fart
I am not sure if it went to the city or what
I was suicidal this month, but honey (not my wife, all of you… well, her too), –
I am a writer
I am a writer
THIS IS publish
THIS IS publish
Take me to a book pub
I wanna guzzle a pint of Frost
I love you monkey-bootsers and chunky rankers
What the hell
Euphoria? More guiltless than a Gorbasm
I could live or die
Am I in trouble
In all seriousness, my consistant bp is high
Never say die… they say
I could be famous away
(Fame after death only)
But YOU were my fame all of you my eyes touched
I want to see Jesus
Those are the last words I would want Syntaxsinner to text-utter if he fell
My heart, rhyming still, beats like a chestnut bell.
I want a holly jolly xmas
I will get at least ONE as I count to eleven
1, 2, 3…
Yellower than the color of okra…
The life I can make
has unlimited potential
Her needs will require me to
I have had to sluff winning cards
I am winning by choosing this kind of loss for now
She also is chronicly outspoken about our means being lackluster
I have wanted to jam a tuba in my ear to block the sound of words like – –
(3am, stressed, “we have no money!”)
Well, let them come for us. Kick us out.
I can have hereditary angioedema and live on the street and stay clean and sober, too.
I could die, too.
My family is like the Reagans.
Jane Wyman was busy.
Mike Reagan went to boarding school as an adopted boy. Who in the hell gets to do THAT??
The future president.
Michael Reagan was molested and it was felony one. It happened in tandem with being away.
He is now a great talk show host survivor, man and father.
I had someone try to Jay Cee Dugard ME. I fought. Second degree sexual assault against me. The church I was with laughed it off. At times, yes, to my face. Nervous laughter. Ha ha ha. I am not there to hurt, kill, sue… to protect others.
My wife does not understand how this affects THIS MAN. And I have strength to last my emotional anti-aircraft shelter until Tuesday Next. And beyond.
Right this moment.
I am saying this to say now I am ready in this moment with all power to me to do well now.
Any reader can too.
If you like my story,
do me a favor…
Tell someone else yours.
When you just cannot help it.