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You who are… for example, “65 and older…” on up to 150 or HOWEVER old you want to be- you WERE in fact once a youth…
You do not deserve to be treated like you are a kid by know-it-all middle ager family. I used to do in-home care. You are NOT a fool. Not ever. Even if you forget everything.
If you are 65+ and like that, please hit “like”. I need it today. I am very ill.
Is that horses.. do not LOOK at the painter. They don’t give a CRAP about portraits. I mean, they will crap, but probably not in mid-air as the colon probably cinches up with a jump.
Do YOU cinch up with a jump? Don’t tell me. Don’t tell your priest. No, wait.. DO! They need a laugh.
Don’t mess with people at funeral homes, pleeease?? Do you know, they have to pretend there are not bodies in the joint. Or maybe that’s me.
I went to a mauseleum. True story- I know my credit here is NO GOOD, but its true. I visited gramma’s grave and I said, “See YOU SOON!”- meaning like FIFTY YEARS. Soon enough. I got shit to do.
So I told a funeral director THERE a joke about… Uh… dead animals. He laughed and was reluctant to enjoy the joke. I saw Harold and Maude and I finally got it. I guess.
Do you want to know the joke? Too bad!!
What do you need?
What do you call a cremated dog?
Oh, shit. I failed.
How are you?
If you answered 1, “o.k.”-
you are a contemporary.
Same with 2.
One theory says it comes from “all correct”…
Simplifying to phonetic with a spin it becomes oll korrect…
Then “okay”, “o.k.”
#3 is the predessesor.
As in “ALL (is) RIGHT
Kind of dumb?
THAT is the point.
I suppose saying “o.k.” is less annoying than “IDK”- I dunno.
Why do you not know?
I analyze my feelings to the marrow. I like to say I am okay (o.k.) if people ask because (A) I am alive.
There is no B. Or C. Or more, because I have a painful condition. It gives me sick ideas that I think are minimally offensive and maximally entertaining… to a low level of pro writer.
My ideas to me are hell.
If someone asks me, “What is on your mind?” And I say, “Oh I am so glad I am 40 and not 15 (I flashback less now).”
I endured a hernia for a year and at first the pain shot into my back.
It was more fantasticly awesome than a near death experience because of how very truly Auschweitz the pain was for the next 18 months. I have a level of autism spectrum disorder along with hereditary angioedema. I could not define or express my pain.
I freaked my mom out. Adults should have known better than to teach ANY kid that God sends unbelieving persons to hell. There should be a license for that. There isn’t.
There was a big emphasis that you feel good when you know God loves you.
Had a religion over my head.
Had a very finite way to deal with pain.
Had maximum pain. And I still do. HAE is an “8 everyday” pain.
Honestly, I redid my mind.
I figure with this eating me, Aesop’s lion with a thorn is me. My rescuer? Not a mouse.
Actually, I ransacked the old religion and put the man with a wood throne from 33 A.D. next to me. Crucified, we talk back to back for LIFE. I deserve what? That old argument of sin and scumbags is dead. I have needs and my sin is being pathetic.
You would never know what I feel if you met me. I am one of God’s best kept secrets.
As for you, are you o.k.?
If you donate a $1,000,000 love gift to my mini-series, ministries, menses- you would be a knuckle-head.
I don’t have that.
In Arabia they call my stare way to heaven “Isa Il-masaih”. I stare away like a goober St. Bernard… he drags me along the sea shore.
ONE set of foot prints the whole way. And kicks and tons of dog shit.
Are you suprised to hear a holy man say shit? I am not holy. Shit, man… HE is.
The military has an allowance of cussing. In the Lord’s army, I avoid fuck the f-bomb. I mean I avoid the f-bomb. Why? One reason. I don’t know what the hell it means. I am not speaking in tongues here. Every language of man is junk weight.
You ever frame a word that you have said?
I frame in my head.
I do not know how that works.
A scripture says
May God be true and every man a liar. I am bracing myself. Stellar order and mercy will come to me yet again.
And you givvvve
And you givvvve
And you GIVE
“Ayy.. we uz add thih pub
An the Edge he say, ‘Adam
maybe if’n ya poz nekkid anodder tyme’ an
Adam (hesoftspokenasitis you know) he lydes up a cigarret and says
And Im like laffin me-ass off de whole time and we said ‘aw stuff it’ just lets put the album out fa freeee
And the IRA actually sen us a get well card nah im just fula shait…