" ONE NEVER KNOWS, NOT ONE"

I find this absolutely intriguing.

When I'm checking out other people's profiles, and I come across the ones that have absolutely nothing written in them.

To me I find that intriguing. It lends quite a bit of mystique. Or is it landing quite a bit of laziness. Lol

I think it could be more mystique than lazy. Maybe it's the actual person that just can't figure out what to write about themselves.

And I'll be 100% honest. Cuz I am brutally honest. I'll message someone that has nothing on their profile. Just to see what they're all about. And I've actually had great conversations with a couple people that absolutely nothing on their profile.

That being said, I wondered myself. Why wouldn't they write something when they can have a great conversation via messenger.? These are the type of thoughts to keep me up at night. No not really. I just seem to find a very intriguing.

That's pretty much all I had to say about that.

I would like to complicate your thinking.

Now that's one way to get your attention

Have you ever looked into a mirror? And thought to yourself, is that really who I am.

Would it surprise you, if I told you that's not you in the mirror?

Probably not!

Well I got news for you. That's not you.

We're all made up a lot of different things.

Our physical appearance is just a vessel to carry our true being.

Whether we're tall, fat short, beautiful or ugly.

What's on the inside. That's what truly makes us who we are.

A huge misconception,

when a person says oh they have a huge heart.

In reality you don't want to have a huge heart. Because more than likely that means you're having an issue.

Did you ever hear anyone say. Oh they're so nice, they must have a huge brain?!?

Makes perfect sense. Your heart is a pump that moves blood through your body.

Your brain is the device that makes you who you are.

Now let's destroy all that stuff we've been told.

So moving forward, on Valentine's Day don't buy anybody a heart-shaped box of chocolates. Buy them a hat!

Next time you fall in love with someone, don't run to the florist and buy them flowers. Go to the pharmacy and buy them some aspirin. 

Now I know what you're thinking. What about poor little Cupid.

I got news for that little winged fucker.

From now on you'll find Cupid working a kiosk in the mall selling hats and earmuffs

Once this information gets out. The Greeting card industry is going to be turned upside down.

And I would like to think that I had something to do with it.

Before you go running off half cocked.

I love romance, I'm a hopeful romantic. Look! I write poetry.

I think your brain felt sentiments put to paper and given to someone you care about is such a greater gift then a box of lousy sugary chocolates.

Now that's because I don't really like chocolate so much.

And if you don't believe me, Ask a lady if a gentleman had ever written her a poem.

Then ask her,  would you have rather received a bouquet of flowers?

Or a poem that some fellow wrote you.

Now come on, you really know the correct answer.

Of course it's the poem.

And in reality the poem doesn't have to be that good. It's flattering that someone will take the time to compose words on a piece of paper just for you.

Revealing their feelings for you.How they love your pretty smile. And so on and so on.

So in closing I only have one thing to say.

Write your significant other a poem.

And if you get a chance, go to your local shopping mall. And say hi to Cupid for me.

He will be the guy selling hats in one of those little kiosks.

Have a wonderful life.

Seemingly invisible, two naked eyes. I don't exist. Then thoroughly observing everything and everyone. Visualizing myself as non-existent. This is the image I create. If only to camouflage myself within the murky Waters. Do I drift in your direction, seemingly unnoticed. With the silence of a submarine and the determination of a great white shark. Well knowing an alligator would never be a great white shark. It's just a metaphor of shorts. Such as your existence, a metaphor of sorts. If I were alligator, I wouldn't go anywhere's near the water if I were you.

Whether I know you or not, wether I care to know you are not. If I were an alligator, you would never see me coming. Just one slight encounter a grace of precious light laceration. Inbedding fear and terror into your mind the stuff dreams are made of .

Your nightmares come alive. If I were an alligator that's where I would strive deep inside your mind living in your nightmares visiting you often just to make sure you're aware I'm never going away

No matter how much you try. If I were an alligator you would hope I would die. Though alligators don't die, they live forever.

You ever been to an alligators funeral?? No cuz they don't exist alligators live forever they live in your mind. They are what nightmares and dreams are made of.

If I were an alligator, oh my pleasure. Stalking and hunting. My focus is you, as you're awareness has dimmed. It's just another victim one who once lived. Silent and swift, striking like lightning. Maybe you see me. Maybe you don't. Now what's the difference I can outrun you anyway. Please don't hide, I hate to search. I already know where you are. You're wasting your time. The sound that clocks make, tick tock tick tock tick tock time is up.

Or is it just a sheer undaunting respect you would have for the alligator at that point. One never knows not one. But if I was an alligator, simply bluntly and straight to the point. Look behind you. Some could say emphatically that I'm prehistoric. Such Great laughterI get out of that. Prehistoric my ass

. I am the nuance of the deep dark water. The water people casually swim in seeking relief. Such nonsense to hear, I hear all those words. Those shrieks the screams the blood curdling gasp, help help. No one is coming to your rescue it's a failed attempt. Just sink to the bottom all the way down to the bottom of the murky depths, maybe that's where you belong??

It's just a theory. If I was an alligator wouldn't be my theory. My theory would be long well thought out . A well planned attack, like a military strike from a fast-moving jet. No missiles launched from an alligator. Just sheer blunt force trauma. Oh my, this isn't Jaws movie. Blunt force trauma? Pentage is ripped. Such a nonsense. If I were an alligator, my blunt Force trauma with living your deepest darkest nightmares.

If I were an alligator? Pray you don't know me.

If I were an alligator
I wouldn't feel obliged to answer that question. Cuz I am the alligator. See you in the pond

We are taught at an early age the perception of the devil.

Maybe the devil isn't the evil one.

Perhaps the devil is the one that takes the evil people of this world.
Captures them and keeps them from polluting the good people in this world.

Whether that's the truth or not. It's what I like to think. Because what's the old saying???

""Good overcomes evil.""

But without evil there would be no good!

Form You're own therory.