I’m writing this lacking emotions. Pain is suffering alone. I don’t know any moment better. No thinking allowed. Mind cleared.
Sharp as a razor blade, my thoughts invade me like a skilled surgeon. Everything is based on the moment. My fingers and mind are melding into the drips on words that are going into this blog. Amazing grace.
Time, is philosophy. This moment, is gone. The next moment is now. The backwards of time doesn’t exist. Who am I, G-d damn it? Am I a nice fellow? This conversation is all too familiar. My memories are like dreams.
I like to dance, but I am not limber anymore. I like to karaoke, but I can’t drink. I used to feel like a winner, but ……you can complete what I started. I am broken.
It’s always better to experience opportunities with friends. I was recently contacted by an old friend. It was nice to know that I was still on his mind. Our team, the A-Team, taken from us from distant, goodbyes. I made up my mind that he was trying to break us (our 4 sum) up. I experienced hurt, but now I don’t know. Could I have invented it?
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Dear MY DEAR WIFE. I’m very proud of what you have accomplished. You should be too. You’ve done it. That said, this doesn’t mean you weren’t faced with challenges. The journey up until this point, isn’t sugarcoated. The simple act of a bat mitzvah is hard, difficult. It takes years of practice, the learning of…
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Dear MY SWEET DAUGHTER! We have seen you grow up as you become a beautiful young woman. You are a very sensitive and caring individual, which is one of the many strengths you have. You have come a long way as your hard work to be a Bat Mitzvah ends this part of your journey,…
STEAMPUNK 32
I just figured out a large piece of the puzzle. The puzzle, that is stuck on perfectionism, is no more than obsessive/compulsive behavior. It all makes sense. I am rapidly coming undone. I had my last migraine. But let’s see what happens. Let me entertain you for a minute. I got the J&J COVID booster…
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Blink, wakes, wakes! I’m starting to focus. Pupils on dilate. How did I get here. As the winds blow, so does my candor. Yeah. No shut mouth this time. Say yea!
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Nervous Why? What is it that makes me so angry? I have no identity. I am special I hate what makes me special. I want to be like everyone else. I work too hard to be the same. I am no different. I am no man. I am not a child. I am a soul.…
STEAMPUNK 31
Woke up, cursing myself for being hostage to the bathroom, while leaving my car running idle, and taking meds. This and that. It affects me when I wake up and stays with me until bedtime. All the same, this and that, keeps me warm. It is what makes me special. It is what makes me…
THE CHASER'S MANIFESTO 
In my own way, I’m right there with you.
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Thank you! That is part of the experiment. I hope it is so simple that every one can relate “in their own “ ways
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