Your car can not part here! That is what I was told when I tried to enter the garage that I booked. Was it my cars fault it was born a Tesla? Does the parking attendant feel that just because my car is born with some innate traits that it will act a certain way or that those who associate with it will be “more difficult”. Why the hatred! Can’t we be judged by our own character not the car we drive? Oh, it’s because their insurance company discriminates against all Tesla’s and their car owners.
I’m insane so what!!! While you have to deal with your reality mine is constantly changing. My mind is full of many voices so I’m never truly alone how about Y-O-U? Your job is consistently doing the same thing over and over again while I’m basically saving the universe. Sometimes people in the “real world” can laugh or hide from me but at least they fear not to bother me. I’ve dated every major celebrity while you’re still searching on Cupid. Your reality is here while mine is in this insane mind and sometimes after seeing you it’s not a bad place to be.
FOOTNOTE- Mental illness needs to be treated yet understanding why it’s not can help open our eyes to find ways to help those who don’t realize it.
Maybe just nothing!? I know everything is going my way but I’m exhausted. Trust me this mirror doesn’t appear the one I saw in my reflection yesterday but right now all I want is a break. A break from something I love!? What is going on this was supposed to be my Nirvana and now it seems as if that Nirvana can be found with my feet in a hammock wherever that might be. Yes, I’ll get back to being driven but right now this car is parked and just enjoying the view.
“The Silo” has broken the rules which leaves the viewers truly in “suspense”. For, main characters appear to be dying off even before an episode ends leaving one to wonder who could be next. We have always been taught that the protagonist will grow and change over time not just die in-between but Silo has broken the one cardinal rule and I’m loving it!!! Stay tuned to see if I still love it throughout the season.
FOOTNOTE- Warning I’ve only watched 2 1/2 episodes and with this unpredictability who knows who or if anyone will return.
WARNING- This blog post is graphic. Read at your own discretion
It started out like any other morning but it ended in a living hell which I will never forget!! I was bit stuffed up the previous morning and this one was giving me similar problems which unbeknown to me (I’m not a brain surgeon) even my “best friends” noticed.
I was so excited to have a personal ride in a car but that excitement should have been fear. First, we traveled to a groomer who quickly cut around my butt area (I warned you this would be graphic) then just as I thought I was returning home we took a stop to hell. This lady called a vet started cutting even more narrowly around my “personal space” and then she started to feel around there. How disgusting and I’m like 6 1/2 year old. This was just too much and I knew she needed to see some teeth so when she tried to get some “knots” out those teeth were bright and snarly. I will never forget… oh wait those dog biscuits are awesome. What was I saying?
I was going to paint a brilliant piece but the more I learned the lesson brilliant I felt. For, there is such deep analysis into every stroke that I became afraid to even lift up my brush let alone paint. I started thinking things over to the point that I felt I couldn’t think anymore. It all came to a headway when after my doctorate decree in art led me to the applause my five year old child received from her finger art. In the end the greatest lesson I learned is art is in the eye of the beholder and this eye is now going to paint even if I missed a lesson on how to do it “right”.
I want to take care of Y-O-U but not when you won’t let me. A matter of fact how well can I do the Y-O-U part when the I part is being neglected. If I’m to work hard to provide for the bacon then I must get the right rest and nourishment to keep the engine going. Nobody even Y-O-U can’t stress me out to the point that I can’t handle it even as it’s obvious that is what you’re looking in within your mirror. I have to stay cool, calm and collective to be ready to help Y-O-U out when you’ll let me and that’s one reason I’ve decided to become selfish in the enlighten way.
Way after the end this (above) is all we’re left with except for the covers we bring to the world. The covers of our legacy with children, stories, art and accomplishments that stay way past what is in the ground. We similarly cover up our most holy items when they are transported to protect their inner structure and the good they can bring to others. G-D knows how we protect those objects and our legacy so that as it is written those that passed into bones will be covered with life again. May G-D grant this day to come soon.
Unless I’m missing something “The Waffle House” by the Jonas Brothers is the perfect “$elling Song”. Yes, overall it’s a fun catchy song that is great to sing especially for those who have ownership in “The Waffle House”. Maybe “The Waffle House” has some deeper meaning but I don’t think it matters much to their marketers as long as this song is played and customers keep singing their tune probably with some Maple Syrup on the side. The “Jonas Brothers” next song “White Castle” is sure to be a similar hit. Pass the sliders.
FOOTNOTE- The Jonas Brothers don’t yet have a song called “White Castle” but trust me somewhere out there that title is coming soon to a XM/Spotify station near Y-O-U.
It’s not that there isn’t plenty of grass this one is just **greener**. So, my luck all the 4 legged competitors must be there as well trading any other patch just get their nose and claws in this one special spot I discovered. It has become the prized possession of the neighborhood and I’ll trade any dog biscuit to keep it. You 2 legged individuals would never understand but this **grass** is paradise and trust me many of your 4 legged friends will fight to the end to keep it.