Wednesday, June 08, 2022

HOW DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?

I was going to show Beezus my Instacart order from today that did not get placed because of Universe Butt.


 

Tuesday, October 12, 2021

Stargazing...

I really 
don't want
to write anything right now 
because sometimes when I write 
it makes my eyebrows hurt.

Monday, October 11, 2021

 “My mother's suffering grew into a symbol in my mind, gathering to itself all the poverty, the ignorance, the helplessness; the painful, baffling, hunger-ridden days and hours; the restless moving, the futile seeking, the uncertainty, the fear, the dread; the meaningless pain and the endless suffering. Her life set the emotional tone of my life, colored the men and women I was to meet in the future, conditioned my relation to events that had not yet happened, determined my attitude to situations and circumstances I had yet to face. A somberness of spirit that I was never to lose settled over me during the slow years of my mother's unrelieved suffering, a somberness that was to make me stand apart and look upon excessive joy with suspicion, that was to make me keep forever on the move, as though to escape a nameless fate seeking to overtake me.

At the age of twelve, before I had one year of formal schooling, I had a conception of life that no experience would ever erase, a predilection for what was real that no argument could ever gainsay, a sense of the world that was mine and mine alone, a notion as to what life meant that no education could ever alter, a conviction that the meaning of living came only when one was struggling to wring a meaning out of meaningless suffering.

At the age of twelve I had an attitude toward life that was to endure, that was to make me seek those areas of living that would keep it alive, that was to make me skeptical of everything while seeking everything, tolerant of all and yet critical. The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the sufferings of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.

It made me want to drive coldly to the heart of every question and it open to the core of suffering I knew I would find there. It made me love burrowing into psychology, into realistic and naturalistic fiction and art, into those whirlpools of politics that had the power to claim the whole of men's souls. It directed my loyalties to the side of men in rebellion; it made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.” 

― Richard Wright, Black Boy

Friday, October 01, 2021

My Late SE?EN Movie Review...


I expected a bouquet of 'Edible Arrangements' or at least an expired Bed, Bath and Beyond gift card in the box - not Gweneth Paltrow's HEAD.




SPOILER ALERT.






Oh, HELLO!!!


Goddamn, I missed you all! 

I really DID! 

Holy Butts - I've seriously missed you!

I'm back good this time. 

I'm sorry that I was gone for so long but now I have more stories to tell. I know how to make this house look a little more welcoming and I need to tidy up a bit. 

Yay!!!

I'm glad to be back.



Thursday, June 03, 2021

Reasons why humans haven't been allowed to have natural camouflage abilities

Because you'd use it to blend into the cheese section at Trader Joe's because you called  in sick  that day and just saw your boss.


Because you haven't paid to see a movie in years - you usually wait a month or so until the crowds die down and then you sit in the back corner seats. You usually prefer seat M1.

Because we would look like the walls of the bars that we drink at.

Because sometimes I'd look like Paw Patrol or Golden Girls episodes.

Because police would need thermal imaging googles.

Because you would be a pervert...or MORE perverted.

BecauseBecauseBecuzzzzzz! Becauseofthewonderfulthingshedoes!!!

Because of pee. Because of poop.

Concerts would seem empty.

Because we would look like TARGET. The store. ALL OF IT.

Friday, May 14, 2021

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yay

Alfred Drummond...

BABY'S BREATH

Br

Ghost Town

Rwarrrrrr

 #141

Gosling Hates This

I DIED, I DID

BLOOOOOOOO

Is he dark enough

Lemon

DANCEPANTS

CONTINUE?

Tibetan Jowls

BZZZZZZ

The End

Beezle

O

GUIDE TO THE NIGHT SKY

Meow

BOOKSMART

CIAO MEOW

Lucky Cheeto

HI

Horrible Guilty Pleasures

ADHD

Lemon Dance Pants

AAAAYYYYY

CONTINUE

DIENOW

NICE and DEPRESSING

HEY b

htdhghhghgdhgd

CADILLAC and CARDIACS

HARPY HARPY jOY ohBOY

COVERS SREVOC

Kafka

Beezle

WOEM

EM rOW

IG-**

ihateyoursndtrxxx

STOPGOWAIT

WATYER COLOUR

HELP. { PLEASE }

Angel-Headed Hipster

DUN


“We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!”


I just erased something that I've been writing for the last hour and a half. It was about keyboards and love and about Gollum from LoTR and how happy I am and how I love my life but this is all you get right now because somebody threw the hgisfasfaasfoihasfszzz preciouszzz in the preciouzssss - DUDE. What I wrote before this is gone now and I think was very sweet. I GUESS IF I AM TYPING HERE AT THIS LATE HOUR AND IN ALL LOUDY-LOUDY BUTT CAPS and IF YOU"RE READING THIS - Dude, DOOD - besides losing what I just wrote for the last 90 minutes? Things are FABULOUS and I couldn't be any happier, YOU and THIS LIFE is PRECIOUS, My Preciousssssss......be well and I LOVE you ALL. Be good and be well.
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