" ONE NEVER KNOWS, NOT ONE"

 It almost boggles mind is when people say they'll call you back and they never do. I don't understand the concept of why not. Just tell somebody you don't want to talk to them instead of blowing them off. I guess morals and having a backbone don't exist anymore. 

I imagine it's a lot easier just to blow people off or just don't call him back. Well I'm old school. I don't do that kind of shit to anybody. I have more respect for myself and along the people I'm talking to. But I don't get upset and don't get angry about it. I'm just used to the level of dysfunctional fuckery that exists on this planet. 

I took a really deep look at myself one day and I figured well. You know what. It's not me. I'm a good person. I'm an honest person. I help everyone I possibly can even when they don't expect it or you need it or for that matter ask for it. 

So I've come to a really clear conclusion. That unfortunately in this world, people suck. Repeat that for all of you in the back row that didn't hear it. People suck! That's just what's bread today and the people who think texting is actually a form of conversation. It really isn't. It's just a weak way of not expressing what you think. 

I can say with all honesty from the bottom of my heart, there's not one person on this planet or for that matter on the moon. Mars, Jupiter Venus Neptune whatever could ever discourage me from moving forward, it just doesn't happen that way. 

I was I  taught at a young age. Expectations are for dreamers. What I mean by that is, Be guarded with the faith you put into people. 

The hard reality is that, most people don't give a shit. Fucking devote their time to anyone.. But that's just the way the world is today. 

I am in no way a disgruntled  person. I'm always the ultimate optimist. I know there's a light at the end of the tunnel. It's just all these dark spots that just keep getting in the way. Yes, I may ramble sometimes. Not that I give a shit. It's my blog. I'll write whatever the hell I feel like writing say whatever the fuck I feel like saying . No one's forcing anyone to read this shit. That's just a moment of enlightening. I'd say 70% of you that if you read this. And you understand completely what I'm saying. 

And as I said earlier, I'm not disgruntled in any way I know who I am. I know my worth. I'm completely comfortable with who I am. There's no one can see who I am and the value that I determine is in me. That's literally their loss. That's how highly I think of myself. I consider myself a prize. I'm the genie in the lamp. I can't guarantee you three wishes. I'll tell you one thing. I don't lie to people and I sure as shit don't fucking ghost people. 

I leave that up to the insecure and mentally deranged. Well that's all I have to say about that. Tomorrow is another day. Put your feet on the floor and realize you've won already. Nothing gets in your way after that. Just keep moving forward. There's no reverse in life. You can't go back. So just go forward. Think of it as a gear selector in your car. Put it in "L" for the leave.

Plainly put, life short. There's 16 hours I'll never get back. But I'm the ultimate optimist. I'll gain 16 more in the next couple days. Keep being good people. One day it pays off. I'm not guarantee of that. I'm just an optimist.

I use voice to text and I'll be goddamn at 11:45 at night. If I'm going to go back and edit this fuck it.

             " FOREST OF DREAMS"

                    A Bedtime Fable

Allow me to introduce myself, the storyteller I am called.

Deep inside your head, is where I'm going to be.

So I'll take you away from your present thoughts. I will emerge you in enchantment, of stories once told.

So let us begin. Like all good stories do.

                Once upon a Time, 

              Only this time it's you.

Once upon a Time! We all know so well. On a bright sunny morning, in the town of Little Tampa. Lived our fabled character of this story. 

Her name is little Cole. And she's just so adorable. Always smiling, shimmer from her eyes. She lights up every room she enters. She likes to run and play on warm summer days. The wind blowing through her hair , with cute little pink shoes she runs through the field spreading her news. The news of happiness, cuz our little Cole is a star , shining so brightly always near never far.

In the town of little Tampa small American pride. The ice cream shops, the drugstore and mom's apple pie. American flag waving from everyone's porch. It's a town of fables, but you know this of course.

Little Cole runs alone most of the time. She has many friends and most of them kind. But she likes to run free and wander the the field. She likes walking through the woods, where she has many friends. Most of them animals and some plants who contend.

She's never afraid in the forest alone. She's really never afraid of anything at all. So as all days begin , Little Cole wakes with a smile. Knowing her day will be filled with fun all the while. She never gets bored, she's always well dressed. But today is an adventure she won't soon forget.

Little Cole eats her breakfast kisses her mommy goodbye, tells her Daddy she loves him with that sparkle in her eye. She kisses his cheek and a smile will ensue cuz Daddy loves little Cole but don't all of you?. Off to go play outside in the sun, there goes little Cole off to have fun. 

She's quite the creature of habit. Traveling her route. She stops at the drugstore, and says hello to Mr Ruth. And off to the hardware store she goes, smiling all the while. They eagerly wait for her ,with that sparkling smile Little Cole travels to town says hello to everyone she meets. With her smile so bright and such pep in her feet. Today Cole has a plan. Off to the deep part of the woods. That's why she stopped at the hardware store for a flashlight and goods. She brought a little bag and filled it with snacks. With her flashlight in hand, it's off to the woods.

Now deep in the forest of little Tampa. Is a part of the woods. it's called the Forest of Dreams. People don't go there cuz at night they hear screams. Our little Coel is never afraid.  She's always so Happy and always so brave.

Little cole makes her way to the edge of the town. At the entrance of the forest where a sign has fallen down. She skips right past the sign thick in the weeds. If she had only seen the sign and the warning it heeds.

 Let's turn over that sign as she enters the woods. Cole should have read the sign, because it's message is not good.

We look at the sign, and this is what it said.

                         Warning! 

        Entering the Forest of Dreams.

            Enter at your own risk!!

         Please leave before nightfall.

        When the monsters come out.

           No one will hear you scream.

           No one can hear you shout. 

              You can't outrun them,

           Because monsters are fast

            This may be your first trip,

         But it will probably be your last!!

  TO BE CONTINUED.

This has nothing to do with soup.

But there is a message here.

When two people meet, and they are both very guarded from previous relationships.

But decided to get to know each other.

Here comes the rocks in the soup.

Both ask lots of questions. 

Time passes. You really find yourself very attracted to the other.

You go out of your way to show them you are a good person. 

Both find it hard to let anyone in.

You after time realize you're falling hard for the other.

The day comes when you express your true feelings. 

This is not reciprocated!!

You are devastated!

Both of you are the soup. 

The rocks are the things you did to prove your worth.

The other only wanted a friend.

But never stopped you from doing all those wonderful things. As you spoke compliments expressed your feelings.

The day comes. I only want to be friends.

Heart broken.

let's take a glance back into the 1980s. 

In My opinion, one of the best decades ever. 

There's a whole different reality in the 1980s. 

We have the Cold war, and we had mountains of cocaine. Everyone did cocaine back in the '80s. Nightclubs opened at midnight. And closed at 5:00 a.m. in Philadelphia. 

There was never a lack of something to do. Cuz everyone was awake most of the time and so went the environment surrounding you. Everything just stayed open all the time because everyone was cruising around coked out of their minds. 

And trust me it wasn't a bad thing. It really wasn't. It's just a brief time in history where everybody was fucking high. 

So I vividly remember being in clubs and bars in Philadelphia where it was quite prevalent that people just did cocaine right on the bar. I honestly remember seeing law enforcement people doing cocaine. I swore one night. I saw a couple nuns and a priest doing cocaine. But that night I was pretty high. so might have been Halloween but I'm not too sure. 

What was really cool about that decade. Seems like people were a little nicer to each other. It may have had a lot to do with everybody was high but it just seemed like people didn't hate each other so much. 

It's amazing the unlimited supply of cocaine. It just floated around everywhere you went. You could walk into a bathroom. A total stranger would say hey, you want some blow and of course you said sure I'd love some. Just seemed to be a more subtle time. Compared to now. People don't talk to each other or their family members because of who they voted for in an election. That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. 

Sometimes I'd like to return back to the '80s. I wouldn't stay very long, just long enough to buy a lot of Microsoft stock . buy stock in that Amazon bookstore thing. I hear that would have turned out well. But then again with all that money I probably just went on a big binge on some giant boat. I bought down the Caribbean with a bunch of naked super 10 women who enjoyed spending my money and doing my drugs. Probably would have died at a young age. More than likely going to die with a smile on my face though. 

I just kind of missed the friendliness of the times. Not that people aren't friendly today. There's a lot of great people in this world, they truly are. There's a lot more hate anymore. I got no time for hate or angry or mean people. I just don't have time for it. I'm too busy building a time machine to get back to the '80s. 

Well that's all I got to say about that not quoting Forrest Gump I'm just saying it. I hope you have a great weekend. I know it's Thursday not Friday and sometimes my weekends start on Wednesday when I'm being courteous and giving it to you on Thursday. So have a great weekend. Don't be jealous if you didn't grow up in the '80s you probably would not have been able to handle it. Have a great night. 

JW

I use voice to text so screw the typos. You know what I'm saying..

WELL TODAY WAS MY BIRTHDAY. 

IT WAS THE WORST FUCKING DAY. NOTHING WENT RIGHT.

ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS WATCH A BASEBALL GAME. CAME HOME AND GODDAMN CABLES OUT.

OH WELL.

HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY JOHN.

I'M NORMALLY A SUPER OPTIMISTIC PERSON. I'M ALWAYS VERY POSITIVE. TODAY JUST FUCKING SUCKED.

DON'T BOTHER WALKING A MILE IN MY SHOES.

THAT WOULD BE BORING

SPEND 30 SECONDS IN MY HEAD.

THAT WILL SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU.

That's all I got.

JW.

THIS CONTENT IS STRICTLY FOR THE PEOPLE WHO UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING.

I'm leaving this game one step ahead of you.

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go

I'm just a simple guy, I live from day to day
A ray of sunshine melts my frown and blows my blues away
There's nothing more that I can say but on a day like today
I pass the time away and walk a quiet mile with you

You think you're alone until you realize you're in it.
Now fear is here to stay. Love is here for a visit.

Come now, gentleman your love is all I crave
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing in my grave

WHERE THE RUBBER MEETS THE ROAD. REALLY! WHO GIVES A SHIT!

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY.

I DON'T RUN VERY FAR. I'M REALLY NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK.

SOME DAYS YOU WELCOME THE DARKNESS. OTHER DAYS YOU HIDE FROM IT.

I REALLY DON'T FEEL MUCH LIKE TALKING. SOMETIMES YOU FEEL YOU HAVE TO. IT'S LIKE WALKING OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN PROBABLY DON'T NEED TO TAKE THE UMBRELLA BUT YOU REALLY SHOULD. THAT PROBABLY MAKES SENSE RIGHT.

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY!

WHEN YOU REALLY MISS SOMEONE, YOU TRY NOT TO THINK ABOUT THEM. BUT YOU CAN'T HELP IT. THEY START CONSUMING YOUR THOUGHTS.

THINGS YOU SEE SMELLS TASTE SOUNDS, RUSH YOU BACK TO THAT ONCE REALITY YOU HAD.

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY!

LIKE BEING HIT IN THE HEAD WITH A BRICK. THE DEVASTATION COMES BACK. THE FEELING'S RUSHING INTO YOUR BRAIN. YOU FEEL THAT UNCOMFORTABLE LUMP IN YOUR THROAT. SADNESS OVERWHELMS YOU. TO TRY TO BREAK FREE FROM IT AND SMILE OR LAUGH OR JUST BE DISTRACTED.

IT REALLY DOESN'T HELP. YOU STILL MISS THAT PERSON. FINDING COMFORT IS A DANGEROUS PATH. COULD FIND YOURSELF TRAPPED IN A BOTTLE. A SLAVE TO A VIAL. OR JUST BECOME THAT DARK DEPRESSED PERSON WHO DOESN'T SEEM MUCH LIKE LIKE WANTING TO INTERACT WITH THE WORLD ANYMORE. FUNCTIONAL OF COURSE. FOR THE DAY TO DAY. 

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY!

 MASKING YOUR PAIN IS WHAT YOU WOULD NORMALLY DO. SO AS NOT TO DISCUSS YOUR SADNESS WITH ANYONE BECAUSE IT JUST BRINGS BACK THE SORROW. 

THE DAY ENDS AND YOU RETURN TO THAT EMPTY HOUSE, SILENCE IS DEAFENING. THAT HORRIBLE QUIET. IT'S ALMOST LIKE A HUMMING IN YOUR HEAD.

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY!

THE REMINDERS ARE EVERYWHERE. YOU CAN'T GO INTO ONE ROOM AND NOT HAVE A MEMORY.

You don't eat. You don't sleep, you're basically The walking Dead.

You know it's not forever. At least you hope so.

BARKING DOGS ARE CHASING ME AWAY.

MAYBE IT'S JUST THOSE MEMORIES ARE HAUNTING YOU, SO YOU'RE TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM THOSE BARKING DOGS THAT ARE LOUD VICIOUS REMINDERS.

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY!

ONE DAY THE DOGS WILL STOP BARKING. THEN MAYBE YOU CAN RELAX. MOVE ON AND HOPE FOR A BETTER DAY. LIKE THEY SAY IF YOU DON'T HAVE HOPE YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING. AND IF YOU DON'T LOVE YOU NO ONE ELSE WILL.

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY!

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY!

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY!

BARKING DOGS CHASING ME AWAY!

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN REALITY!

JW.;)

Happy Saint Patrick's Day. Or how I'd like to say happy St. Andrews Cross day.

Usually my posts are titled the things that have no relationship to the post itself. But today's different. I'm in a good mood. I've built a St. Andrews cross over the weekend. Now I have to find someone to break it in. 

Doesn't sound like a crazy request. Or or does it.?

You figure on a site like the cage shouldn't be hard to find volunteers to try it out.

I'm offering this experience free of charge of course. 

No one will be graded on their performance.

Just looking for eager volunteers.

More of a research thing. Actually.

No that isn't true. It's not for research.

Well I can bore you with a lot of mundane details. But I guess I'll just sit here and wait see if anybody wants to volunteer.

I almost forgot. This comes with 100% guarantee. If you're not happy the first time you can come back again and again and again and again and again until you are.

This is also first come first serve.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day.❎