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The Death Penalty Should Be Abolished Its TOO Humane

I for once agree in My own Warped Way with the General Public in the belief that The Death Penalty should for all intensive purposes be Abolished.

Here is My Reasoning on the Subject:

I believe that yes one if not the number one reason the Death Penalty should be abolished because IT DOES NOT SERVE AS ANY KIND OF DETERRENT. I from the School that Believes that Bad People do Bad Shit BECAUSE THEY’RE FUCKING BAD PEOPLE.

They were just Born fucked up Destined for a Hard and Brutally Unpleasant Life before a Miserably Pathetic or Tortured Death (which will be likely premature). I know its Nature versus Nurture which lets fucking face it will be an unresolved Debate till the End of Time.

All I saying is There Plenty of People who beat the odds. They never gave up, They chose to NOT ACCEPT the World of Shit They Lived in, and FOUGHT TOOTH AND FUCKING NAIL to Better Themselves, Their Lives, and Lives of Their Family/Children. Instead of sinking into the Shitty Home Broken Home, Drugs, Abusive Parents, Dead Beat Dads, Alcoholism, Poverty, Abuse of all Kinds, Being Bullied, and all of the Other Afflictions forced upon People.

There are also Life Long Assholes who use EVERY ASPECT of Their shitty Life as an EXUSE to behave like a Scumfucker. Everyone has FREE WILL thats why even the goddamn Devil can’t simply Steal Your Soul (Thats why You have to agree to trade it/ give it too Him He can’t take it, and He’s the Evil that Breeds all the Other Evils. That goes to show You how fucking Powerful FREE WILL is as well as a Testament to its Power.

Its these Sad Sacks of Shit following in Their Sea of Self Pity, and Blaming of Others for The Misfortunes of Their Own making that I’m referring to. These hopeless fucks choose to NOT EVEN TRY to change instead opting for a “I’m fucked by Life for Life” Victim Mentality. That means anyway You look at it Their going to engage in Criminal Activities including those so fucking sick that DEATH is the only Suitable Sentence set forth by Society.

So They Question is What does Society do with Murderer’s, Rapists, Child Molesters, and Organized Crime for example? We all agree They must be Locked the fuck away from the rest of Us, BUT IS THAT ENOUGH?!

I’m over with the whole Sentencing a Murderer to be Effectively Murdered by The State bullshit (I’m tired of that unreasonable argument). To Me its NOT a matter if the Convict ultimately Lives OR Dies, BUT on How Their remaining time on this Planet is spent.

I believe that it should be spent Suffering. I’m talking about TRUE SUFFERING, Suffering to the point The Convict DOESN’T want to Live another Second, and would Welcomingly RUN into the awaiting Arms of The Grim Reaper.

I’m speaking of being TRAPPED in the Personal Hell of the Convicts of Psychological Making Torturing Them into Madness that Ravenously Feeds Upon Itself. There is NO ESCAPE from Yourself and thats the KEY, but I’m getting a bit ahead of Myself here.

Let Me take a Moment to Comment on the Death Penalty’s various forms of Execution, and Why I think they should be Outlawed.

Hanging: My Argument is its WAY, WAY, WAY TOO QUICK AND PAINLESS. When preformed properly The Knot of the Noose its secured between the C3 and C4 Vertebrae in the Neck. When the Convicted’s Body Weight and Gravity meet the Neck is Snapped and Death is Instant. Other Arguments sight POORLY EXECUTED (No Pun Intended) HANGINGS BY AMATEURS where the Convicted Person’s head was Severed or the Neck wasn’t Snapped, and the Convicted died due to Asphyxiation by Strangulation.

Firing Squad: Again My Argument is simply ITS TOO QUICK A DEATH AND PAINLESS. Remember the Executioners in this case are EXPERT SHOTS (Sniper Grade Shit) so each shot is a KILL SHOT bringing Instant Death. Fun fact about Firing Squads one of the Guns used in the Execution is loaded with BLANKS, and The Executioners know this. What the Executioners DON’T KNOW is which Gun it is that has been loaded with the Blanks.

This is for the Psychological Well Being of the Executioners. This way if an Executioner starts to regret what He/She has done They can cope with it by reminding Themselves that One of the Guns was in fact loaded with Blanks, and that Gun could very possibly been the one They specifically used. It creates reasonable doubt to a degree that it apparently works well.

The Electric Chair: While I have a Nostalgic sort of Fascination with Old Sparky My complaint is still the fucking same TOO QUICK AND PAINLESS. The Electric Chair coasts by on its Reputation and Portrayal in Television/Movies. Its not nearly as Horrific as its depicted to be. The First Blast of Electricity knocks the Convict completely UNCONSCIOUS, and the Subsequent Shocks cause Death through Stoppage of the Heart.

Others argue that the Electric Chair has failed through out time do to technical or electrical issues, but its a fucking Machine. Machines like People are far from fucking perfect so what the fuck would one expect?!

Lethal Injection: Here We go AGAIN, ITS TOO QUICK AND PAINLESS. The First Drug Renders the Convict COMPLETELY UNCONSCIOUS while Subsequent Injections Indue Death. And Again Other Argue that Lethal Injection is too risky and can result in a rather shitty Demise. To that I Say GOOD let Them SUFFER AND SUFFER SEVERELY.

Lastly on the List is The Gas Chamber. The Gas Chamber has ALWAYS been the MOST PROTESTED form of Execution. Today The Gas Chamber is all but been banned with 6 States (Arizona, California, Maryland, Missouri, Mississippi, and North Carolina) Authorize the use of Lethal Gas as a SECONDARY METHOD if Lethal Injection can not be Administered, The Convict committed the Crime BEFORE a certain date or if They Convict Chooses the Gas Chamber as Their former Execution.

The Gas Chamber was Condemned for being CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT where it could take up to or over 10 minutes for the Convicted to Die. See The Gas Chamber works by Strapping the Convict into a Secured Chair, Closing the Air Tight Door, Administering the Gas, Convicted see the Gas coming and Hold Breath as long as possible, Convict Inhales Lethal Gas, Chokes/Gags/Drools/Strains, and then Dies.

I always thought the Gas Chamber should have been the ONLY Method for Execution in the United States since it was first used on February 8, 1924 to execute Gee Jon. I just don’t see how you can have a fucking DEATH PENALTY and then constantly complain about it being InHumane?! I MEAN ITS MENT TO KILL PEOPLE SO WTF DOES ONE EXPECT?! The words Execution and Humane shouldn’t even be in the same fucking sentence.

Now heres a TWIST I’m not going to condemn the Current Methods of Execution in favor of More Violently Horrific Methods as most People in My position tend to do. I’m am sick and fucking tired of the “Oh He killed 11 Women and Kids, BUT DON’T HURT HIM while/when your executing them.

My solution is SOLITARY CONFINEMENT for the Convicted Person. Currently because of Human Rights issues (I’m sorry you rape, kill or Molest FUCK YOUR RIGHTS They were forfeited at the time of the Crime) Convicts in Solitary Confinement are locked in Their Cell 23 Hours a Day with one Hour designated for Showering/Yard Time.

My Version is a bit Different in its design. First the Convict would be in Their cell 24 hours a day 6 days a week. On Sunday the Convict would be blindfolded (so They can’t see, speak or signal another Convict) and lead to a Solitary Confinement outside Cell. The Exterior Cell would be 4 Cement Walls with an elevated Roof so the Convicts couldn’t see outside, the Prison Yard or even the Sky.

The Convict’s Door and Cell shouldn’t have even the smallest of Windows as the Convict shouldn’t be able to see anything accept the inside of Their Cell. The Convicts would be prohibited from making or receiving Phone calls, Magazines and Books would be considered Contraband, and Radio’s and Televisions forbidden. Also all writing and Art supplies wouldn’t be allowed either. The Convicts Lights would be on for 12 Hours and off for 12 hours per day. The Convicts wouldn’t have access to Clocks so that They have no idea the Time, Day or Date this is also the reason for Cells not having Windows or Windows in the Cell Doors.

The isolation becomes crippling, and the Convict literally reaches the point where They can’t live with Themselves Haunted relentlessly and constantly by Their Misdeeds and Nightmares. Reality Fades as the line between Sanity and Madness becomes blurrier and blurrier. The Convict starts to suffer from Insomnia, Suicidal Thoughts, Erratic Behavior,Acute Anxiety, Abnormal Aggression,Paranoia that then give way to Auditory and Visual Hallucinations. The Convict Spirals down the Rabbit Hole to Their Own Personal Hell until They Pray for Death LONG before the Die.

Thanks for Reading,

By Les Sober

Letting GO

We all need to learn to let go at some time or another. We first learn to let go of our mother’s hand on the first day of school. We learn to let go of old pets who die, sometimes at very young ages. Or learn to let go of friends.

My friend just died. He wasn’t particularly close to me for many years but everyone we were close to at some point or another still holds somewhat of a space. Even if we haven’t been to that part of our mind or heart for a very long time.

But some of the hardest things to let go are not people. They are not pets and they are not letting go of other people’s hands. It is letting go of the very things in our own characters that hold us back. It is hard not to lean on these crutches in times of boredom, in times of anxiety, in times of doubt. But we all go back eventually to something that may hold us back.

While it is holding you back though, you may not even realize. Who the heck realizes that a bad hobby or a bad friend or a bad partner is bad until after it is over and you think to yourself what the hell was i thinking…. Unless it is something obvious like drugs or alcohol, well even that may not be obvious to some. It is certainly becoming obvious to me.

If you look at yourself thinking what the hell am I doing, then you need to be doing something else. I wonder that frequently with some of my actions and some of my inactions. Once you start having to build a web of lies around yourself in order to keep out some of the lesser desired elements of yourself or of your past then well it is not right.

So I sit here writing, my body is in 2020 and my mind is in the spring of 2010 picking flowers and my heart is somewhere floating around in 1997 wondering if maybe we could all meet someday for lunch. Frankly I would prefer fish and chips but I already have a party of three booked for fish and chips so my level 2000 body parts will have to come up with something more creative.

So as I embark on my soon to be new set of eyes, well Lasik surgery, I wish that the new eyes could somehow bring me a new me. I mean it will be a new me, I will be able to see at night and live the night like I never was able to before. And I am so excited.

I’m up all the time at night anyway, this will just be a rather much needed addition. I really haven’t know for about five or ten years whether my lack of going out at night relates to my getting old and boring or the fact I get blinded by other drivers past 7pm. Again I’m ready for cartwheels.

Even though all my body parts and organs may not be in the same kind of place, I see something no one else sees inside of me. Hopefully my new eyes give me another kick in the ass in a world full of fat asses with no kick left in them. That is far more important then ever having my heart, body, and mind in the same room for a cup of tea.

By SpaceDog

Micheal Jackson’s Catchy Pop Song About a Violent Murder

I fully believe that a Life without Music isn’t a Life worth Living. Now Growing up when I did You could walk 5 feet without hearing or seeing something relating to Micheal Jackson.

Now I have nothing against Micheal Jackson in the least I just want to be clear so there is no confusion. I don’t want some Dullard thinking I’m shit talking Jackson’s Music in Anyway Way Whatsoever.

I have just made several Personal OBSERVATIONS pertaining to Jackson’s Smooth Criminal , and its rather Grim Lyrics.

I like who knows how many Million other People Globally am a fan of Jackson’s Smooth Criminal, BUT it also has ALWAYS intrigued Me. Over the Years every time I heard Micheal Jackson’s Smooth Criminal it just INCREASED My Interest that much more. On the surface it was a catchy tune, YET the Lyrics seemed to convey a MUCH DARKER MESSAGE.

What I can’t get My head around is Micheal Jackson was one of the Greatest POP STARS in History, and his Song Smooth Criminal was a commercial success. I mean it’s still being Played on the Radio to this very Day, BUT the Lyrics are Very Disturbing indeed.

Now I’m pretty assured that if I asked ANY Person on the Street that They would know the Song or at least familiar with it . I am also pretty fucking assured that if I asked the SAME PEOPLE what the Song is Actually About No One would be able to come up with an answer.

That brings Us to Today when I decided to Officially Go On Record, and grabbed a copy of the Lyrics for Smooth Criminal off Google.

I cut and pasted the Lyrics here and will Simply address My rather Dark (or Morbid might be a better word) Observations periodically as We go.

SMOOTH CRIMINAL by Micheal Jackson:

“As He Came Into The Window

It Was The Sound Of A
Crescendo
He Came Into Her Apartment
He Left The Bloodstains On
The Carpet
She Ran Underneath The Table
He Could See She Was Unable
So She Ran Into The Bedroom
She Was Struck Down, It Was
Her Doom”

Alright well thats just the BEGINNING of the Song. Here the Listener can deduce that a STRANGE MAN smashed a window loudly and Enters Annie’s Apartment. I think it’s safe to assume this is a Breaking and Entering, and Not one of Annie’s FaceBook Friends popping by to say Hi.

It doesn’t end there it only gets more Gruesome for Poor Annie. Next The Intruder leaves BLOOD STAINS on Annie’s Carpet. Where the fuck is the BLOOD from? Was the Intruder already covered in Blood? Is it a reference to Annie’s Blood? Did the Intruder cut Himself breaking the Window?

Then We find out a panicked Annie hides under a table at which point the Intruder realizes theres NOTHNG ANNIE can do, She poses NO Threat to Him. Finally Annie bolts for the Bedroom in Sheer Terror, BUT apparently The Intruder followed Annie, STRUCK HER (aka Hit), and “It Was Her DOOM” so obviously The Intruder MURDERED ANNIE or FATALLY WOUNDED HER and She’s laying on the Floor Dying.

“Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok, Are You Ok, Annie”

This incessant questioning repeated over and over is reminiscent of a HYSTERICAL PERSON stumbling upon this Horror Show, and finding Annie’s Body Unconscious on the floor, Bloody Dying or Dead. You can imagine someone bent over Annie’s Body frantically asking Her if She is Ok though its quite apparent that she is fucking far from OK.

“(Annie Are You Ok)
(Will You Tell Us That You’re
Ok)
(There’s A Sign In The
Window)
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
(He Left The Bloodstains On
The Carpet)
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom)”

This is a bit repetitive BUT IT CONFIRMS the Above in that A Intruder smashed a Window to Annie’s Apartment, Enter, Chased Her, Hit Her, and Killed Her. THIS TIME the deal is sealed as they say When the last 2 lines are DIRECTLY Referring To ANNIE SPECIFICALLY “YOU were struck down” and “It was YOUR doom”

“Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
You’ve Been Hit By
You’ve Been Hit By
A Smooth Criminal”

Again We have the Frantic Questioning of Annie, but this time with the ADDED “You’ve been hit by” and “A Smooth Criminal” What The Fuck?! Smooth Criminal?! More like Violent Murderer/Serial Killer/Serial Rapist and Murderer/Stalker.

“So They Came Into The
Outway
It Was Sunday-What A Black
Day
Mouth To Mouth Resus
Citation
Sounding Heartbeats
Intimidations”

This is a tab confusing. The aforementioned Intruder goes from a “He” to a Them OR is They being used in an Official Capacity like when a Cop is recounting the Events of a Crime for example “They broke in….They Stole….They set fire to the House.” which is due to the fact the Cops don’t know if the Attacker was Male, Female or Possible More than One Person.

Anyway Annie’s evening gets worse as We see someone I assume a Paramedic is administering Mouth to Mouth Resuscitation confirming Annie is at least for the moment in fact DEAD. “Sounding Heartbeats” could be part of CPR or the Anxiousness of Those involved in the Crime/Crime Scene again NOT to sure. As for Intimidations well Saving a Victim of a Violent Crime’s Life because perhaps the Paramedic can bring Annie back after all, But NOT LIKELY.

“Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie”

More PLEADING, HOPEING, and BEGGING That the Horror is NOT REAL.

“(Annie Are You Ok)
(Will You Tell Us That You’re
Ok)
(There’s A Sign In The
Window)
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
(He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet)
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom)”

Here AGAIN the Details of the Crime are recounted.

“(Annie Are You Ok)
(So, Annie Are You Ok)
(Are You Ok Annie)
(You’ve Been Hit By)
(You’ve Been Struck By-
A Smooth Criminal)”

This time the Last 2 Lines combine Annie being HIT and being STRUCK (say with a Blunt Weapon)

“Okay, I Want Everybody To
Clear The Area Right Now!”

Now for some reason, Myself included never noticed this KEY AND PERTINENT Piece of Information. Its at this point in the Song the Listener can hear a split second sound bite of a Police Car Siren followed by the Lyric being SPOKEN (not sung), and Its sounds like the Person Presumably a Cop is talking on a Police Car’s PA or possibly a Bullhorn. POINT IS THE POLICE ARE THERE CLEARING THE AREA (AKA CRIME SCENE).

“Aaow!
(Annie Are You Ok)
I Don’t Know!
(Will You Tell Us, That
You’re Ok)
I Don’t Know!
(There’s A Sign In The
Window)
I Don’t Know!
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
I Don’t Know!
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
I Don’t Know!
(Left Bloodstains On The
Carpet)
I Don’t Know Why Baby!
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
I Don’t Know!
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom-Annie! )”

Here again is the accounting of the CRIME spliced with the NEW LINE “I Don’t Know” as if being asked What Happened by The Police. Also the Exclamation Points indicate the person talking is EXTREMELY EMOTIONAL.

“(Annie Are You Ok)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(Will You Tell Us, That
You’re Ok)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(There’s A Sign In The
Window)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
Hoo! Hoo!

Once again Here I’m a bit befuddled. Now the line “Dad Gone It-Baby” has been added in. All I can make of this bizarrely cartoonish statement pertaining to a Violent HOMICIDE is Micheal Jackson’s Manager/Reps didn’t want him saying “Goddamnit” which would make far more sense considering the situation, and emotional state of the Singer. This was before POP STARS were allowed to Publicly Curse.

Well there You have it. Now just sit back, Relax, and let the Insanity of it All Shit Sink In.

Thanks for Reading,

By Les Sober

Web Cam Sex Show Vs. 976-HUMP (4867)

Lets just be Adult about it and admit that since there have been People there has been Porn. Cave Paintings became Nude Portraits. Man invented Tools and Nude Sculptures two minutes later. Man created the Written word and Literary Porn was Born. The things really started to take off.

Then the Invention of the Camera changed the World. It all started with Nude Pictures then evolved through time into Pornographic Magazines such as Playboy or Hustler.

After The Camera blew Everyones Tits off Mr. Bell invented The Phone which led to Phone Sex, The Rise of the 976 SexLines, and Eventual demise due to the invention of the Internet (Why Pay for Porn when You can get it ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLINE FROM ANYWHERE?!)

Then Holy Shit someone invented the Movie Camera which introduced Society to Pornographic Movies.

Next the HOME VIDEO CAMERAS AND VIDEO TAPES. Now Everyone could make Their own Sex Tapes, AND with a VCR (first Beta then VHS) People could watch Porno Films in the Comfort, Safety, and Cleanliness of Their Own Home.

At the same time of the Golden Age of VHS that PC’s were becoming more and more popular, and along with Computers came The Beginning of Gaming as We know it.

And OF COURSE People Invented “Adult 18+ ONLY” Pornographic Games. These Original PC Text Based Role Playing Games are the FARTHEST CRY from the Crazy CGI Adult Games They have out Today. It be like comparing an Atari 2600 to a Playstation 4.

The Internet grew to fruition, and that literally gave One the ability to see an ACTUAL WORLD’S WORTH OF PORN FROM AROUND THE GLOBE AND TO THE 4 CORNERS OF THE EARTH.

The Best had yet to come in the Invention of The Smart Phone. Smart Phones had EVERYTHING One would need for Pornographic Activities. It had a Camera, A Video Camera, and Internet Access.

Plus unlike PC and Laptops Smartphones are Hand Held Devices, and thus can fit in Your Pocket allowing You to take it ANYWHERE at ANYTIME.

This provided the Platform for the Progression of Human Sexuality with such things as Sexting, taking/sending of Nude Selfies, Tumblr, Growler, Craig’s List (Casual Encounters), Emoji being Given Sexual Association. The Eggplant Emoji being designated as the sign for Penis for Example.

Now that We’ve covered the basic T and A Timeline heres the point of this for this Post: I will be Comparing/Contrasting Two of the Above: 976 Sex Lines of Yesteryear Vs. The New School Internet Live Web Cam Sex Shows.

As One may have already deduced Each The Old School and New School have Their own Pros and Cons its true. And While Live Web Cam Sex Shows are one of the Top Social, and Technological Pornographic Creation does that make Them Superior

Remember Porn is ENTIRELY FANTASY BASED, and uses the Greatest Sex Organ Available to Humanity (get Your Mind out of Your Crotch) The Mind.

I’ll start off with the Old School 976 Sex Lines. For those who are too young to remember or know what the fuck a 976 is it was a Toll Number (90% of which were Sex Lines) You could call for Phone Sex that charged by the MINUTE.

The Numbers always started 976 and the other four digits spelled out something sexual like 976-GIRL, 976-HUMP, 976-SEXX or something similar I’m sure You get the idea.

The FATAL FLAW that Ultimately brought down the 976 Phone Sex Empire was simply GREED. You see as I mentioned Dear Reader these Sex Lines charged per minute, But thats Not All.

The First Minute cost on average$2.99 to $4.99 or so. Then for each additional minute after that the Caller was charged a reduced rate of anywhere from $1.00 to $3.00 per minute.

I know reading this You must be wondering Who the fuck would pay that kind of cash for Phone Sex, and the Answer is FAR MORE THAN YOU THINK.

True there are a sparse handful of Late Night Ads for so called “Adult Chat Lines”, BUT it basically just redirects the Caller in some one or another to a Web Cam Performer.

Nowadays though the Old School Patron’s of 976 Phone Sex Lines are either Dead or Graduated to Online Live Web Cams where They are Charged as Well because New School or Old School its ALWAYS BEEN PAY TO PLAY.

True there are Free Live Web Cam Sex Show FOOTAGE available to the Public on Free Adult Sites like YOUPORN, But the Clips are Time Restricted and usually have No Sound (or if music is playing its some shitty sounding R&B that seems to be playing out of a Tin fucking Can under fucking water.)

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY YOU DON’T HAVE ANY INTERACTION with the Performer like You do with Phone Sex or a Live Web Cam Sex Show. Interaction is the Key to Keeping the Customer Interested because it Fuels The Fires of Fantasy. Thats why Strip Clubs will NEVER DIE, but I’ll get back to that a bit later on.

The Fantasy Factor was MUCH, MUCH GREATER with Phone Sex because YOU HAD NO VISUAL STIMULATION so The Caller had to RELY on Their IMAGINATION as a foundation on which to build said Fantasy.

Phone Sex was WAY, WAY more Detailed Oriented making for a much more VIVID Fantasy. It was just The Caller and The Performer one on one with no additional distractions such a music, Computer Sounds, or Other People.

Now Others could argue that Live Web Cam Sex Shows are Superior BECAUSE You can See as well as Interact with the Performer, BUT there are Cons as well that I think FAR out number the One Pro of having the Visual Aspect.

I mean either way Your paying for it so why not get Your money’s Worth?!

The Problem with Web Cam Sex Shows is its like a Virtual Strip Club if you will in that You and the Performer are NOT Even close to being alone as there god knows how many other People who are also vying for the Performer’s time and attention. This Creates a Chaotic to Combative Environment since all the Users can see What one another is writing. This is a HUGE fucking Distraction, and Ugly one at that.

In addition to all the Unwanted Company anytime one of them Tips the Performer some annoying fucking Alert Noise goes off like some sort of hyperactive Smoke Alarm having a fucking Seizure. That too is a BIG Distraction, and Distractions Decimate Fantasy.

Lastly the Web Cam Performer’s all seem to be desperately trying to hold the whole production from falling apart by the Performer becoming overwhelmed by having to manage a constant non stop barrage of Comments and Tip Acknowledgements.

The Performers end up looking like Awkward like a Cross between a Deer in the Head Lights and a New Born Baby Horse struggling to stand minutes after being born. It’s not an Attractive Look to say the least.

976 Phone Sex Lines gave the Caller a much more Personal and Intimate Fantastical Experience for the Money in spite of Lacking the Visual Component.

The Operator had to be Incredibly Gifted at Description and Enticing the Caller, They had to Act Their Asses Off since Their Performance could only be Heard and Not Seen. This Led to Operators creating several different Personas to Play with, and really losing Themselves in Their Alternate Work Personas. There was always a Strong Thematic Undertone. It took Skill. It took Talent. It was Professional Story Telling.

Now a Days You log into a Web Cam Show and its always the same deal. The Performers naked and fielding a myriad of User Requests. You see its not a One on One scenario instead You thrown into a MASSIVE MIX of Every Other Users Fantasies leading to a Schizophrenic Atmosphere.

That and a lot of the Other Users are just Barbaric Primal Male Scumfucks Type YELLING demands like “Shove such-in-such Up/In…” I mean talk about a fucking Distraction.

In Conclusion Which is Better The Old 976 Phone Sex Lines or The Live Web Cam Sex Shows of Today? Well I leave You to desert that for Yourself. If You give a flying fuck what I think then I’ll tell you. I have no fucking idea. It really comes down to the Type of Person You Are in the End I suppose.

Now before I sign the fuck off I will say I believe the Best Spank Bank Fantasy if You will for Your Money is The Strip Club. They Have Good Music, Booze, Plenty of Performers, and if You want more intimate Experience You can Buy a Lap Dance. Its the Best of Both Worlds really. You have the Visual Component AND a more Structured One On One Design.

Thanks for Reading,

By Les Sober

Growing Up & Getting Even

Phil never felt the need to grow up. Thats not to say He wasn’t aware he was going to get old and one day die because Phil was quite aware of this. For His entire childhood Phil had been told that People graduate High School, GoTo Collage, Graduate with a Degree, Get a Job, Get Married, Buy a House, Have Kids, Commit to a Career, Work, Grow old, Retire, and Die shortly there after.

This plan for ones life was absolutely unappealing to Phil. Phil didn’t want to live a Ridged , and Pre Structure Life, Phil was far too Abstract for all that traditional Social Norms Nonsense. Phil was what People refer to as a Free Spirit, a Person Who walked to the Beat of Their Own Drum, and Cut from a Different Cloth. It all inevitably all lead to the fact most Friends/Family of Phil’s all agreed He suffered from a wicked case of Peter Pan Syndrome.

Peter Pan Syndrome isn’t a real Syndrome like Downs mind You. Its some stupid bullshit that Conformists created to define Those Who walked free from the Flock. PPS simple means that a Person for whatever reason(s) doesn’t grow up to be what is commonly called Mature.

The way Phil saw it Mature was just a fancy way of saying falling in line. Why should He watch what He was Saying?! Who gives a shit if something is “Not what People Do”?! Why not do something Unusual?!

Phil truly felt that if He was born a totally unique one of a kind and that there was no one exactly like Him Why would He then opt to Act, Dress, Behave,and Live Life like Everyone fucking Else?! Be a Leader Not a Lemming was Phil’s personal motto since He was 13 years old.

So Phil did in fact Graduate from High School, and gave Collage a Try. Collage was far more free flowing than High School had been, BUT Phil couldn’t seem to figure out a Educational Path to Follow.

Since Collage was’t in Phil’s future He did the Only Other thing He could do ACCORDING to His Parents, Family, Teachers, Guidance Counselors, and all Other Authority Figures.

It took next to No Time for Phil to realize He detested Working for Another. Phil always had a Extremely Strong Aversion to ANY AND ALL AUTHORITY FIGURES. Just like other People Phil resented Someone having the Power and control over Him, BUT unlike the Others Phil didn’t hide His feelings just the opposite.

Phil was VERY Outspoken about his Views, Opinions, and General Thinking. Phil didn’t have this fucking “Filter” as They say though Phil always thought Filters were for fucking Pools not People.

One Day Phil decided to relocate to Florida as He hated Cold fucking Weather with a passion, and there was nothing keeping Phil tied down as He wasn’t married, No Kids, Didn’t own a House or Business, wasn’t attending Collage, and He had come to hate pretty much everyone in His Home Town of Phukuville. Thus Phil could simple up and move with little notice or planning involved.

Once Phil made it to Florida He settled in Orlando renting a Small Apartment in a Cheaply Built Apartment Building off of Orange Blossom Trail. Phil’s crappy Apartment had one perk if You will as it was just a mere 8 minutes from Disney World.

Phil needed work quick to get some positive cash flow coming in. Phil first took a job as a Short Order Cook at a Country Themed Restaurant call The Black Eyed Pea. The Black Eyed Pea is essentially a Poor Man’s 3rd rate Cracker Barrel rip off. Phil had a blast partying with His coworkers, BUT inevitably Phil ended up Quitting on the Spot on Day due to the fact He felt the Manager was just being a dick for the sake of being a dick.

Phil then took a Job as a Telemarketer and absolutely hated everything about the Job. His employer was some vaguely shady company with a token cliche name referencing America. The hours were odd, and the pay was less than appealing. Phil didn’t speak to His coworkers as He felt They were all fucking Basket Cases, had legit Mental Health issues, had Drug issues, or some sort of unscrupulous Scumshit (a Low Life Piece of Shit).

When Phil got so sick of the Job that He wanted to Burn the fucking Call Center Down decided to just never go back fuck’em. After that Phil eked by one His meager savings, and small loans from Family Members. Finally the Bank Account ran dry and there was No More Family to ask for a Loan Phil had a moment of clarity.

Phil went out bright and early the next morning to purchase a Newspaper. Phil then went home and proceeded to open the paper to the Classifieds where something absolutely amazing. Phil saw an Advertisement for Help Wanted at Disney World, and this NEVER HAPPENS. The reason that a Help Wanted ad was so rare it was like spotting a fucking Bigfoot riding on the back of a Unicorn was this.

First and foremost NO ONE currently Employed by Disney World would quite unless They HAD NO OTHER CHOICE BUT TO DO SO. Why You ask? Simple. Disney World payed REALLY WELL and the Benefits were fucking UNREAL. Second the rarest of occasions that a Job at Disney World did open up it was filled almost instantly. Hiring at Disney World is identical to the Auditions for American fucking Idol as in HUNDREDS of People Apply.

Taking the Want add as a sign Phil boarded the first Bus headed to Disney World. Once Phil arrived it took Him 90 fucking minutes to locate where the Hiring Office actually was as Disney World is Big as Hell.

In spite of the massive delay in locating the Hiring Office Phil was the first one there as the Office was just opening. Phil was released as he had hailed ass through the Parks and all because as He was looking for the Hiring Office He say a multitude of Other People doing the same. Perhaps this was part of the Hiring Process Phil wondered as sometimes Employers do weird shit like that to see You is determined and Who preservers.

The Job was for a Wild West Restaurant Actor which was described to Phil in the following way. There was a Huge Wild West Themed Restaurant in one of the several Disney World Parks that had Actors working there in addition to the Servers and Kitchen Staff. Actors/Actresses dressed as Cowboys in 18th century Wild West Attire and Acted out various Storylines.

NOW THIS WAS NO DINNER THEATER At Least NOT in the Conventional Sense. Unlike normal Dinner Theaters were Dinners filled a Dinning room and the Actors put on They’re performance on a Stage. There was No Stage at the Wild West Restaurant.

Instead the Actors and Actresses preformed the set Stories/Story Lines while roaming through out the Entire Restaurant among the Dinners. And this being a Wild West Theme there were Bank Robberies, Foot Chases, Ho Downs, Town Meetings, and Yes Gun Fights happening around the Visitors as They ate.

Phil aced the interview which was far from surprising as Phil was blessed with the Gift of Gab,and could seriously turn up the Charm when He needed too. Phil was given the Job as “Cowboy ” who would do all sort of cool things from playing Poker at a Table mixed in with the Diners or Having full blow Gun Fights. The Roles He’s play would change Daily to keep it fresh for the Visitors and more Interesting for Actors and Actresses.

Time ticked by as the weeks turned into Months and Phil feel head over heels for His official Job as a Fictional Cowboy. He had money in the Bank. He moved to a much nicer (but still cheaply constructed) 2 Bedroom Town House. He bought a New Car. Life was good.

Christmas came around and for the very first time in Phil’s life he mailed out Christmas cards. Phil had never put much thought into shit like Christmas Cards because they didn’t register as important a thing as they did for other People. So Phil hit up the local Hallmark Store and bought a slew of Christmas Cards.

Phil headed home and started filling out the Christmas Cards He had purchased to send to ALL His Friends and Family back home as well as Several Other Key People (one being for example His High School Principle Mr. Witless) As soon as He was done the last one Phil mailed them immediately without hesitation.

When Phil’s Seasons Greeting Christmas Cards arrived to His Entire Family, Every One of His Friends, and Some Others (His first Boss Dick Pickler from Samuel Goody’s a Chain of Commercial Record Stores) They all happily oped the envelope, opened the card, took a deep breath, and read…..

Hello and Happy Holidays Assholes,

For years You all told Me relentlessly time and time again to Grow up, Act My Age and Get a Job. Well I’m a full grown Adult now ,and I have a full time Job with Excellent Pay/Benefits.

What is My Job? What do I Do?

I dress up in a Authentic Cowboy Costume and Play Cowboys & Indians for 12 hours 4 fucking Days a week. Thats what the fuck I do for a Living so Fuck Your Bad Advice, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Shitheads!

See Ya Later PHIL!

Thanks for Reading,

By Les Sober

Rants and Raves Part 1

My first rant is I am a complete dipshit. I just wrote 2 pages of my infinite wisdom and it got fist fucked by the post new blog button. Ahhh but nothing like a good fist. No you perv a fist full of money with all ben franklins flashing up in this bitch.

Anyway…… back to the parade…..

I love parades. But why isn’t there a freak parade. Or a goth parade? Is there? I want to go. Or a night time parade. No not Mardi Gras, Mardi Gras can kiss my ass. New Orleans is a corrupt slum with a bit of history and bunch of people that speak in accents so thick you can’t understand their English. And Bourbon Street outside of Mardi Gras is middle aged and full of panhandlers. SUCKY!!!!

Have you ever seen a wench, a troll, or a peasant? Have you ever frequented an establishment that just made you want to projectile vomit? Then maybe you have been to the Raven in New Hope. Even without my full afro of hair that once was, the Raven still can make a 31 year old like me feel like when I went to piss there at 17. The age then was 40ish and now well they are 14 years older, which in the gay world signifies, “How are you still alive?”

Dead people are okay. I always want to be one. But more like living dead girl. I love Rob Zombie.

Yet I don’t like Monday. I don’t particularly like Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday either. Or the weekends. I do like 4am. Favorite time of the day. Everyone is asleep, I eat my dinner, the roads are empty. The lushes have gone to bed or are off in some ditch and the workers bees haven’t woke up yet.

I miss being a lush. I don’t particularly miss being a worker bee.

So I miss drinking but don’t. The solution: Adopt a lush. Like I send $6 paypal to some out of state lush each month and they take their picture with the cocktail. Sort of like feed the children. What would this be called? Quench a Queer?

Ever wished on a star and then the star fell flat out of the sky? Guess that wish was pretty fucked up, eh mate?

Have you ever wandered how many different types of people there are? Well there are three. The ones that are beautiful, the ones that were beautiful and the ones that will NEVER see beauty. This applies to inner and outer beauty.

If you need to ask what those mean then you are stupid. Most people are stupid but at least you aren’t all that stupid reading this now, are you? You are literate but you may still be stupid. I am a lecherous lunatic from your lactating lagoon inside your loquacious legacy. IF you don’t comprehenday then you just might be a Redneck.

Zealots and Zionists worry not I’m not Jewish. I’m a Recovering Christian. And Christians don’t worry. I doth not breaketh your commandments. Although that doesn’t mean I won’t take your husband, but your wife is safe at least.

Tea bagging is not just an attitude. It is a way of life.

Don’t you wish there was a fast food restaurant where you didn’t even have to stop the car. Oh wait that’s called ripping off a dumb ass drug dealer.

Your mind is never really working as functionally as you would like to think. Your seeds of failure outweigh your seeds of success but if you keep going you may have a secret garden eventually. Don’t forget to trim the bushes.

Women who own a strap-on are five times more likely then women without one to cheat on their spouse/partner. The same also applies to women with mullets.

You need to look in the mirror. Smack yourself five times. Spin in three circles and if you are still standing, you might be sober. If you fell over you are not.

Life, what a beautiful choice? It’s not like pro choice people are shouting out, “Death, what a beautiful choice!!!!”. That would be much more fun to shout to someone who is suicidal and indecisive and not so good at finishing jobs off.

I talk too much. I know this. People know this. Everybody knows this. But why fix the train when it ain’t broke…..

In closing the fat suit is coming off. So all you haters can kiss my white ass soon enough.

Love me.

By Spacedog

Absurdia’s Billion Dollar Beer Club Selections

Welcome Dear Customer to Absurdia’s Billion Dollar Beer Club,

Below You will find a unparalleled Selection of Ten of the World’s Most EXPENSIVE BEERS hand picked by our Elite Bartender’s Bartholomew Godfry and Beatrice De Massard.

The Ten Featured Beers are not just some World’s Most Expensive Beers, but are the Only Beers deemed to uphold Our Highest Caliber of Quality.

In Our undying Quest to provide only the World’s Most Luxurious Experience here at Absurdia on August 8th 2000 Absurida’s BILLION DOLLAR BEER CLUB was Born. The concept is quite simple indeed.

The First Absurdia Customer to Purchase $1,000,000,000 worth of Our Exclusive Billion Dollar Beer Club Selections will Automatically WIN FREE BEER for Themselves, and One Additional Person at Absurdia FOR LIFE.

The Winner will also receive a SOLID 24 CARAT GOLD BEER MUG (weighing 2,738.4 Grams of 24 Carat Gold Valued at $112,986.35 and COVERED IN 500 ONE CARAT HAND CUT FLAWLESS DIAMONDS (Total Worth of Diamonds $3,659,500)

The Billion Dollar Beer Club Selections:

Sapporo’s Space Barley: $110 for a 6 pack of 12oz Bottles (ABV 6.0%)

Crown Ambassador Reserve: $90 for 750ml Bottle (ABV 10.2%)

Tutankhamen Ale: $75.00 for 500ml Bottle (ABV 6.0%)

Brew dog’s Sink The Bismarck $80.00 for a 375ml Bottle (ABV 41%)

Samuel Adam’s Utopias: $150.00 for a 700ml Bottle (ABV 27%)

Schorschbrau’s Schorsch Bock 57: $275.00 for a 330ml Bottle (ABV 57.5%)

Carlsberg Jacobson Vintage: $400.00 for a 375ml Bottle (ABV 10.5%)

Past Blue Ribbon 1844: $44.00 for 720ml Bottle (ABV 6.0%)

Brew dog’s The End of History: $765.00 for 330ml Bottle (ABV 55%)

Nail Brewing’s Antarctic Nail Ale: $800-$1,815 for a 500ml Bottle (ABV 10%)

Congratulations are in order for Our Current Billion Dollar Beer Club Leader Tristen Chitterlings III with a current Total of $189,357,044.01

If Absurdia acquires any Future Additional Selections for The Billion Dollar Beer Club they will be Added to the Menu Immediately, and Club Members will be Instantly informed of the New Selection(s) via Twitter.

Until then Just Relax and Enjoy 10 of the FINEST and EXPENSIVE Beer the World has to Offer.

Thanks for Reading,

By Les Sober

Hatepocrisy : Domestic Abuse Vs Rape

In a World full of Hypocrisies there are a few out there that just confuse the living hell out of Me to be honest, and this is one of Them.

This Hypocrisy lies with The Police.

Cops are SUPPOSED to be Completely Objective as a Law Officer, and NOT allow Personal Feelings or Biases to interfere with Them doing on Duty. The problem is the Police Officers are People. They’re Human Beings, and thus They are flawed as fuck. We all are Flawed its just a matter of Who admits it and Who the fuck Doesn’t.

Its this unhealthy blend of Power and Humanity that breeds this bizarre, (and completely contradictory) reaction from Police when it comes to the Crimes of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE & SEXUAL ASSAULT/RAPE.

With that said heres the Hypocrisy I’m talking about:

Now when it comes to Domestic Violence where statistically the Victims are Female and the Aggressor is Male. Thats just an unfortunate fucking fact.

The Police I have known (Along with The General Public and Myself) feel that a Man who lays His hands on a Woman is a exceptional Piece of Shit which is ABSOLUTELY RIGHT (the only way it could get worse is if a Child is being beaten).

AND ITS BECAUSE OF THIS PERSONAL OPINION that when the Police respond to a Domestic Violence call They readily assume its the Man’s fault NO MATTER WHAT may have occurred. The Man is swiftly detained, handcuffed, arrested and taken to Jail Wham Bam Done.

The Police then bender over fucking backwards to assure the Victim that they will do everything possible to make sure the Accused is out of the picture for good, going to jail or whatever. Its as if the Officers have some sort of “White Knight in Shining Armor” image of Themselves in this situation. As if They have rode in Valiantly to save the Fair Maiden in Distress from The Vilest of Villains.

Outside of Child Victims this is the only time that to their credit Cops show empathy and concern for an actual Victim. That is they treat the Victim like a Victim instead of just a fucking pawn in a Crime.

Not only that but while being booked and awaiting bail the Accused is treated like He’s been CONVICTED ALREADY without His God Given Right as an American to have his Day in Court.

REMEMBER KIDDIES PEOPLE ARE PRESUMED INNOCENT IN AMERICA UNTIL PROVEN BEYOND A REASONABLE DOUBT IN A COURT OF LAW THAT THEY ARE IN FACT GUILTY.

Point: When it comes to Domestic Violence The Police act as Gallant Defenders of the Sovereign Lands preserving Peace, Justice, and Truth through out the fucking American Empire.

BUT WHEN THE CRIME IS RAPE THE POLICES REACTION AND BEHAVIOR DRASTICALLY CHANGE for the WORST.

When it comes to the Crime of Rape again the Victims are Mainly Women and Men are the Attackers. Another truly shitty statistic.

NOW when the Police answer a Rape Call They virtually IGNORE THE VICTIM leaving Medics, Social Workers, and Therapists to tend to the Traumatized Victim.

Then when the Victims are interviewed (INTERROGATE IS MORE FUCKING LIKE IT) by the Police Officer(s) or Detectives THEY ARE TREATED AS THE GUILTY PARTY.

Victim Blaming BEGAN WITH RAPE.

Instead of trying to find the sick fuck who’s responsible the Crime the Cops spend AN INORDINATE AMOUNT OF TIME making EXUSES FOR THE CRIME.

And Every Excuse is the fucking VICTIMS FAULT. They fucking demand to know if She was drinking, The location She was at, The People She was with, What She was Wearing, What Her Make Up Looked like and MORE POINTLESS FUCKING SHIT LIKE THAT.

AND if the Police actually arrest some demented asshole ITS LEFT TO THE VICTIM TO PROVE THAT A CRIME WAS COMMITTED because in Court Shack of Shit Lawyers will run the “Was it actually Your Fault?” routine described above BUT FAR WORSE.

Lawyers take the sexist bullshit line of questioning to a whole far more fucked up level, BUT I’ll get back to those bastards later in a Post devoted solely to Them. (REMEMBER KIDS THE ONLY GOOD LAWYER IS A FUCKING DEAD ONE.)

Heres a fucking idea for the Police SOME SICK ASSHOLES RAPE POOR INNOCENT PERSONS BECAUSE THEY’RE FUCKING TWISTED EVIL SCUMFUCKERS.

Its fucked up BUT I can’t help wondering if the Difference in Reactions is due to technology today We are learning about more and more RAPIST COPS.

Well of COURSE I’M RIGHT. Police Protect Their Own even the so called “Good Cops” PROTECT Criminal Cops.

SO COP OR CRIMINAL REMEMBER KIDDIES BAD PEOPLE DO BAD SHIT.

ITS WHAT MAKES THEM BAD PEOPLE.

Thanks for Reading,

By Les Sober

Word Play Redefining Definitions

Do those who ay Not Know the Washington post has a Yearly contest for it Readers. Readers are asked to come up with New Alternate Meanings for Commonly used Words.

We are Happy to Present this Years Winning Entries. We only regret We were Not provided with the Author’s Names, BUT We would Love to by Each of Them a Drink or Two or Three.

This is a Excellent Example of Creativity OVER Technologies Inane, IQ Lowering, Mindless Drivel that the Tech Industry Pumps out on a Massive Scale on a Daily fucking Basis, But I Digress.

Winners are Listed in NO Particular Order, Enjoy.

Coffee,n. The Person upon Whom One coughs.
Flabbergasted, adj. Appalled by Discovering how much Weight One has Gained.
Abdicate, v. To give up ALL Hope of ever having a Flat Stomach.
Esplanade, v. To attempt an Explanation while Drunk.
Negligent, adj. Absent Mindedly answering the Door when wearing only a Nightgown.
Willy-nilly, adj. Impotent
Lymph, v. To Walk with a Lisp.
Gargoyle, n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.
Flatulence, n. Emergency Vehicle that picks up Someone who has been run over by a Steamroller.
Balderdash, n. A Rapidly Receding Hairline.
Testicle, n. A Humorous Question on an Exam.
Rectitude, n. The Formal, Dignified bearing adopted by Proctologists.
Pokemon, n. Rastafarian Proctologist.
Oyster, n. A Person who sprinkles Their conversation with Yiddishisms.
Frisbeetarianism, n. The Belief that, after Death, the Soul flies up onto the Roof and gets Stuck There.
Circumvent, n. An Opening in the Front of Boxer Shorts worn By Jewish Men.

There You have it 2019’s Washington Post’s Contest Winners, and again Excellent Job to Everyone Involved.

Can’t wait to Enter Ourselves come 2020.

Thanks for Reading,

Presented by Les Sober

I am not the Wizard of Oz

Dear friends, dear readers, dear non-readers, dear heretics, dear plagued, dear vindicated……

I would like to tell you all something right now that I need to get out into the open. I am not the Wizard of Oz. I cannot be everything, especially not your everything. I am not Mary J Blige.

This is not Emerald City, although there are plenty of poppy plants hidden away in wax paper bags only a few miles away. This is not the yellow brick road, although I have been known to occasionally pee in the snow. I like free form art.

I am not the Cowardly Lion. I may be scared of too many things that are not scary at all and too comfortable with things that most people would be petrified by.

I am not the Tin Man, although if I had it my way, my heart would only be something I carried out of the house maybe once or twice a month so I could give to the little children out in front of a store. Although I’d probably be more likely to give my dollar to a homeless man having the DTs in front of a liquor store. I have been there myself.

I am most certainly not the Scarecrow. I do have a brain, yes. I tried to be the scarecrow for too many years. Society wants us to dumb ourselves down. I trained people at many different jobs and frankly it was cater to the dumbest person and just pray they got fired.

“You are the Weakest Link. Goodbye!!!!!”

I get in trouble when I say those kind of things to people. The last person I told to have a nice life, well I ended up next to him a psych ward. These are not the brightest things to say. Try saying a bunch of stupid things to your friends, to strangers, to lovers. You will get bit in the ass. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you better hope soon. The longer it takes the harsher the penance.

Maybe it’s my recovering Catholicismic self. Or maybe that’s just life.

So with that being said maybe I am the wizard of oz. I mean I do like the color green. I do like smoke, and I do like mirrors. I’m not particularly fond of curtains though, except maybe shower curtains. My neighbor is outside frequently and I am not in fighting shape right now. But the fight never ends. Thankfully, my fight will never end.

I am not your answer. I may be your solution. But answer not. I can conjure anything that I so desire, but that comes with visualization. If we can see it and believe it, well it will come.

you’ll be given love
you’ll be taken care of
you’ll be given love
you have to trust it

maybe not from the sources
you have poured yours
maybe not from the directions
you are staring at

The words of Bjork. Maybe you agree, maybe you don’t. I do. It doesn’t matter what you love. As long as you love something about yourself, you can love something about another. I know some people can find that statement bullshitty, but it’s a bullshitty fact. If you don’t at least love something about yourself, deeper then the color of your eyes or the size of your breasts or the way you look in the mirror you will find a way to survive and the want to survive.

But still just remember I am not the Wizard of Oz. I am not your answer. This all could be the solution or this all could just be a dream

Decide for yourself.

By SpaceDog