Bouncing off the MOTHERFUCKING walls

I believe in old wives tales.  They remind me of my Oma.  She had the craziest of old wife tales... Like when Sabrina ate a coin she had nothing but sauerkraut for dinner for a week....   yanno to poop it right out....  and Whenever I had the sniffles I would be put in a hot bath and then tucked in to bed every night for 2 days straight...  every night with hot tea and vicks vapor rub on my man chesticles...  that was a 2 day remedy for my Oma.

It never failed.

I am beside the point...  I just remembered a happy time of my life.  That kind of nostalgia/affection brings you right to the point...

That being said...

I love my bestfriend with all my heart.

Seriously.. Kina Bowden... i fuckin love you bestie.

Gardening

Is this a love of explosion
am i lucky enough for it to be an incident
allowing me to take you in
i say exhale all the time
but for this
all i want is an inhale


let me suck it in
let me, let me, let me.


that is so demanding
I apologize

Come live with me
so we can plant tomatos

Come live with me
so we can listen to music together

California knows no seasons
fake winter and autumn with me

Why is this so hard?

I know you hear me

plant tomato with me.

Happy Birthday Monster

My niece is turning 7 in a week. I should be happy, right?

FUCK THAT. I'm anxious as all get out.

In my eyes she is the most beautiful creature to walk the earth. So I'm more than freaking out.

Elvis dated a minor... whatshername... Priscilla?  She was 13 or so when he moved her in...  Jerry Lee Lewis, Charlie Chaplin, the list goes on.

Imagine how freaked out am I right now that she is becoming an age where predators like the aforementioned can target her.

I am not ready to go to jail. But on my life, if something happens, I will.

A response to a question...

I am evangelical.

For you uneducated heathens that means I believe in Jesus as my savior.  I mean, history has proved as much.

That does not mean I deny philosophy and what I think is the accurate way to live life.

Case in point the name of my fucking blog.  ShoutsNothing.

I stole it from a book, a cartoon one at that.  It changed my life.

My dad introduced me to Buddhism.  He was a Green Beret and a war hero.  He tried to embrace Buddhism yet due to his own personal demons he also beat the shit out of me during most of my formative years.
War is hell.

Yet he strengthened my chin by personally teaching me to box and gave me the greatest lesson in life.

How never to treat children.

Please believe, I do NOT have a glass jaw. Many a left and right hook solidified that..

So on that note I say to you thus.

Jesus is our savior and the son of God.  Buddha and Buddhism has a heavy hand in how I believe we should live our lives.

Am I confused, backwards, wrong?

Maybe.. but this is what I believe and I'm sticking to it.

This lion is currently roaring.

Reflection

I just went through my blog after my most recent post and saw countless grammatical errors and whut not.


I don't edit these ramblings.. I write and post, zero reflection.  I know the 3 people who actually read this know as much.  So if you care about grammar, spelling, or content.

Go eat a dick.

Terrorist or Poet?

Ever since my vacation I have not bothered to shave.

I look like a young Oscar Brown Jr.  One of my favorite poets.

I am not ashamed.. secretly I think I like the fact I kinda sorta look like him.

My only lament is that I somewhat resemble, with this beard, a terrorist of sorts.  Unabomber, Osama?!

Does your facial hair and general attitude.. one of a recluse define your personality?   Does it make you either unlovable or adored by infidels?

Meh, I am going to shave tomorrow morning no matter what.  If you care to ask why I'll explain.

I visited my friend earlier today.  She did not kiss me on the cheek or lips as she normally does.

 The forest that has become my face shoo'd her away.

Oscar Brown Jr.,  you have been replaced by the affection I receive  from my friend.

Living forever

I want to make something that makes me immortal.  I write jokes, i blog, i twitter..  yet I want something in my life that i can press to text or sound out and record that makes me remembered, forever.

I know that is a selfish notion yet I have it nonetheless.


I have decided to write a screenplay.  A movie that will never be filmed, I get that.  I just hope to God that something of myself will imprint on the general public in order to make me remembered.


I figured this stupid notion of writing a movie is the first step

I'm a selfish fuck who wants to be remembered.. lalalalala...  yeah, i get that.

The movie i'm writing is self absorbed, selfish, and almost trivial.  I get that.

It's super fun tho!

Action drama, you are about to meet your highly under qualified match!






Ridicule is the worst that can happen.  Who knows? It might actually be good.