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Posted:May 14, 2021 8:32 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2021 11:43 am

So I was looking back at some of my own blog posts. The past five or so have been " denied " by the admin. I guess I don't get that. But these days, everyone seems a bit over-protective and cautious. So it goes...

Normally, I don't read my own posts -- too busy reading all of yours.

A few years ago, the blogs were the place to be.
Nowadays it doesn't seem as alive as it once was. EVERYONE's posts are getting " denied ". Dunno.

And what's the deal with attaching photos within messages and IMs? Past few days, I have been unable. It takes hours for approval of a new pic I'm adding in my profile.

I guess I shouldn't complain. But as a paying, verified member herein... where is the quality of service?
And is that approves or disapproves certain content? Can they really read every blogpost? View every photo submitted?

Lastly, why all the constant format changes?

Anyway, I'm hoping this post gets through.

Hoping my readers are doing well.

I Think That's It... IT!
Posted:Dec 3, 2020 10:07 pm
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2021 2:2 am

I have a tendency check every single number.

Not so much in my checking account... but the big numbers that rock the world.

They kinda mess me up.
Their sense.
Or lack of.

No matter.

I was thinking about getting back on AdultFriendFinder.
What that might mean.

What it might cause...

It's not the same as it was.

But few things are.
Pole Dancing
Posted:May 18, 2020 8:42 pm
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2021 2:2 am


I wasn't gonna write this.

First... I watched a woman insert an entire neck of a wine bottle into her house of holy. That was
that was
that was

Unbelievable. And I'm the Doubting Thomas.

But no, I was thinking more about the flag poles I must endure while driving on my street.
As if the red-white-and-blue is somehow gonna save us.

And as a complete left turn... can you imagine how freaking hard it must be for the brand "Corona"? I have no words for that.

If everyone is so freaked out from people dying ( they do that, ya know ) how freaky will they ever get with those of us that are still alive?

Personally, I think the flags should be at half-mast... but my cock is not.
Those Tiny Corn Cobs
Posted:May 14, 2020 6:04 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2021 6:51 am

Hello, again.

I had a weird revelation by reading ( which I do for almost half the day ) a piece on "Scientific American".

It's all very science-y and closes-in on the meaning of life, the universe and everything. It wasn't religious.

It made me desire a prayer. So I did, not pointed at a God, but the universe... the collective consciousness that can be elusive. “Cosmopsychism” -- it's not in the dictionary but apparently has been around for a few years.

I think sometimes that people of today are distracted in a harming manner.

Every bloody thing is connected. It always has been; and it always will be.

This is not a new idea... but it is fading in a very peculiar fashion. Eroding, actually. A severe sign of entropy.

I was telling a friend how when seeing a person for real... it seems people have gotten nicer because of the plague. But on the web... criminy.

I can't count the number of times, for example, that I was asked if I am real? I understand there are fakes on this site and elsewhere... but how many times must I insist that I am a physical being living in a physical world?
At Great Distances
Posted:May 13, 2020 10:22 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2020 10:46 pm

Einstein, Uncle Albert, came up with a nifty idea. Actually, quite a few.

But one in particular has been nailing me against the wall. The way electrons behave.
Every time one flips, another one ( somewhere ) must also change its direction. Or spin. Or however one might look at it.

Anyway, I thought about writing this, potentially, last blog post on this sordid site.

I tried looking into the " broadcasts " that people perform. It made me wonder... how come nobody includes their face?

How many tits, asses, and cocks can I look at?

I guess I just don't understand why someone would open up their cam just showing themselves staring at their screens.

I did view ONE fabulous broadcast. But we still didn't see her face. I came twice.

But I really just desired a face shot. Whatever.

Where does one get the devices for remote buzzing?
White Deluxe Hot Buns
Posted:May 11, 2020 5:27 pm
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2021 2:2 am

Every time I open my ice box, I'm greeted with "White Deluxe Hot Buns". They're just lying there, frozen solid. Near the chocolate ice cream and the bottle of vodka.

Sometimes I can't remember why I even opened the ice box.

Is it for the ice cream? The vodka? Trying a way for a combination of the two. All I see is a mess there.

There's a strange relationship between hot dogs and their buns. If one was making an even amount of both... it would cost a fortune. Not a fortune, but, a whole lot more than a single man should spend on meat and bread.

As a writer, I can't put it into words. As a mathematician, there is no real sense for it.

But anyway, I read almost all of the blogs and wish more people would comment. Not necessarily here on mine, just in general.

It seems everyone has gone silent. Maybe afraid of something. Or shy.

I don't get that.

But whatever...

Peace for you, who reads.
Looking Forward
Posted:May 10, 2020 6:41 pm
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2021 2:2 am

Nobody is playing.

I'm masturbating upon pictures that aren't even real.

When I come ... which takes forever ... it feels so empty.

There must be a good couple. Or a single woman. Or man.

I don't get it... this place once rocked.
My Blog Once Was
Posted:May 8, 2020 3:14 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2020 2:23 pm

It was called "Alone With Everyone Else".

That line has now been abused through this social distancing idea.

"Alone With Everyone Else" was written by Charles Bukowski. A very poignant tribute about how hard it is being a human being.

There was a time I had a copy. That time has passed.

Buke knew a very certain thing about humanity. He knew, deep down inside, we're all a bunch of assholes ( That's from "Factotum" a completely different piece of text )

If he was alive today... he would be laughing his head off.

He used what was called a typewriter. But mostly pencil and paper.

Just something upon a thought.

Most people don't even own a pencil.

It's never gonna be the same again. My old blog is lost in the ether.

But I am here. Maybe that's worth something. Dunno.

There's this thing called a "comment" just below the last period I write here.

We BROKE that button a few years ago. What messed this place so badly? Dunno.
Posted:May 7, 2020 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2021 2:2 am

First, hello and I hope you are well.

There was once a time on this site where everyone was a community. We rarely wrote about sex. We wrote about life.

I can't complain, just observe.

Anyway, I was thinking back about May 4th and how, on that day, half a century ago... four young college students were killed at Kent State.

What the fuck was that?

Then a harder lesson was ringing in my ears.

Given enough time... people forget.

They forget names. They forget dates. They forget what got us here in the first place.

I'm not a political person.

But when politics coincide with lifestyle -- I take a moment.

THIS, however, is not about THAT. I'm mostly trying a method of not typing the word " T - O " which this website eliminates because of a really stupid subroutine that insists upon remaining. Why? Who knows. I don't care.

Cards on the table. My best male friend is a sniper for a living. He shoots people dead at distances approaching 3 kilometers. He has exploded entire bridges with frightening skill. The first man I have ever had a threesome with.

I think I'd rather kill someone at a mile-or-more away than up-close-and-personal. Been there. Done that.

May 5th, of course, was Cinco de Mayo. This is the first year in my entire life that it was completely silent.
Having lived most of my life in Chicago... there were some times when it was outrageous.

On May 6th... a whole long time ago... the Renaissance ended when Rome was sacked. Hundreds of years later, the Eiffel Tower opened for the public. Barely 20 years later, Babe Ruth hits his first home run.

I wonder if folks walking around with their smartphones even know who Babe Ruth was. Could they find the Eiffel Tower on a map? I'm not insulting you, my reader, I just wonder. A wee bit of history never hurt anyone.

May 7th, however, was the day that I lost my home.
I guess that pales in comparison against the founding of Sony Corporation or the launch of the Honda Accord or... Putin being inaugurated over 20 years ago.

But it made a real difference in my world.

A fucking virus?? Try homelessness.
I've been writing in three languages
Posted:May 6, 2020 6:41 pm
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2021 2:2 am

And then I looked at that word: "languages"

Might as well be sausages. Or some other way to deliver the meat to the market.

There was a very brief moment where... no when.

So I sat and thought about it.
Magically delicious
Posted:May 2, 2020 7:12 pm
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2021 2:2 am

Anyone that reads... I obviously stole that title line. 10 points for the first one that knows where from.

On the newsroll...

The rest of the week transpired and it's the middle of a Saturday night.

I communicated ( through this awful interface - not awful because of what it provides... awful because of what it DOESN'T ... the software is so horrible )

Had some communications.

Really wanted two of the ten to turn into a real meeting.

This interface is interfering.

But that's okay. I'm perfectly healthy. Just really lonely.
Intermodulation Distortion
Posted:May 1, 2020 3:20 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2020 9:42 am

Hey true believers. I always thought that was so cool when Stan Lee would open the commentary of Spider Man ( and other ) comic books with a similar opening. Of course... I was just a stupid . But it has always stuck with me since.

I was gonna name this post "Mixed Messages". However, for anyone with a few fingers of forehead could predict -- nobody would read that.

But I like readers. And writers. Musicians and just about anyone that can have a thought-say about any piece of art.

"Art" is a peculiar thing. For my own self, it includes architecture, use of space ( not necessarily outer-space... we're just not there yet ), somebody's haircut, a piece of clothing or a -ass satchel or backpack, shoes ( a fetish of mine ), literature, music... in fact ANY kind of live performance, paintings, sculptures, sidewalk-chalk, graffiti.. and best, the combination of such things.

Brian Eno said something like "art is the appreciation of the fact that, even if you don't like the piece, SOMEbody out there does."

I like that idea quite a bit. I pray for it every freaking morning. Just a little bit of "acceptance".

Anyway, the only reason I am writing anything is that I read a funny thing today. I shared it with a friend and she insisted that it is NOT funny. That got me thinking about comedy as an art form. I don't know too much about it, but I know what I find funny.

It's not funny what is happening just this very minute in the world. But jeeze... a tiny bit of levity can alleviate so much of this gravity.
Reminded of a Silly Thing
Posted:Apr 29, 2020 6:22 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2020 9:48 am

I once had a friend... he's still a friend but he has joined the angels in Heaven.

Pretty certain even Hell couldn't handle him.

Anyway, he told one of the almost greatest phrases I have ever learned in the English language.

So I chased this line. Wanted see if he took it from one or another philosopher. He never claimed it as his own. But he DID say, "understand, believe, and go on".

That wasn't the line that changed my life. It's much more complicated than that.

If anyone is interested, I've been reading a shit-ton of philosophers' writing about philosophy.

I came to a very recent discovery.

Discovery is a word that I have written thousands of words about.

Find this.

"We know what we know. We know what we do not know. But we do not know what we do not know."

I could ( and do ) write about this "concept of life" for days at a time.

But it's more important than me staying at home. Which somehow seems to be so important.

If anyone wants the punch-line. Feel free to comment here.

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