Snicker...

My entire existence, for the past 20+ years or so, has been built upon this same premise...

This whole blog is just a conversation I am having with myself

Eddie Cochran!

Sarah might want to drift offscreen a bit...

But then again, Sarah assistents doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks of her, so she will continue her barrel-roll through life... thank you very much...

You go Sarah! Steins out and up!

And she is, through and through.

“you will be my one and only”

— lianne la havas - unstoppable (via swaggyquotes)

To avoid this-- the looking flawed thing-- and the resultant offset to your mental environment, your self-perception, adopt a simple, non-arrogant mindset of: "I'm flawless."

And leave it at that.

Good work. Now lather, rinse, repeat, every minute of every day, and you'll be just fine.

“Everybody has that thing where they need to look one way but they come out looking another way and that’s what people observe. You see someone on the street and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw.”

— Diane Arbus

I do agree, even if I didn't vote for him the first time. The FIRST time...

What in the actual FUCK kinda post is this?

<Has it been relisted?....>

<whispers>

Don’t lowball the agent. The previous couple tried, and it ended badly.

This is such a thing...

But then egos take over and the stories turn to shit...

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

This is the best use of an otherwise dull day. I found myself emotionally invested in their defeats and their final triumph. And what I loved most is that although they were in competition with one another to be the first to make a strike against their blue Solo cup adversary, they celebrated the win together, and, equally, bemoaned the misses and near-misses of one another. On a more metaphysical level (sorry to go deep here, but it is with purpose that I do so...), the encouragement that each man had for the other blossomed out of competitiveness to transmute into solidarity against uncontrollable forces, and that encouragement, in my estimation, sent new gamma waves of creativity, inventiveness, and positivity (that the NEXT attempt made by either man would be THE ONE) with such magnitude and force that it not only achieved the goal but reached out beyond the confines of the video to me, a singular audience member, to instill a highly vibratory, immensely happy and positive energy response when the cups fell.

This is what we all should be doing for one another, rather than the bitter Betty bullshit and the gnashing of teeth at one another just because our perspectives don't always align, the trend that seems, sadly, to be the norm these days.

Thank you, gentlemen, for the lesson, the laughter, and the energy. Much appreciated!

For My Red Queen

Are you awake, Red?

I am divided on your possible responses... I sigh in apprehension that I might have disturbed your blessed sleep, but hope that the curse that I am would have shaken you to widen those lashes...

The larger part of my fiery essence hopes you are awake, but the denser, smaller, and more dour condensed clouds of concern wish you to be deep in slumber... away from my toxins, my illness(es)

Either way, I'll greet the sun with reddened sclera and lyrics on my lips...

[My poetic gift to you this day, love...]