222_ Invocation

Yuh! How disconcerting is that? I keyed in my fill in the blank posting/title/name/Indubitable Paradox/… And nothing came up. But by default, when I pushed Login… It came up ready to roll. So here I am and not a moment too soon. Maybe I was last here on the stream in March or April. I know, I looked, but I’ve forgotten or I just don’t want to start and this is all some form of crap… it isn’t road ready at this point, so I’ll just bag it – like any other person, who has nothing to say and then I’ll hurt for another few months, because I didn’t try to get back into the flow of going for the gusto of having a hobby – that suited my need to just be a scribe to the life and times of a guy on the lamb in the country, south of Seattle. That sounds like I’m a criminal or something. I meant my nefarious aptitude… of being here with you guys- doing this thing that people are doing all over the Internet everyday. Talkin’ talkin’,’bout ourselves in so many ways as a concept to control our desperation to understand our surroundings and our shortcomings, as to what we could be doing to save the world and such.

It has always been my dream to do what? Say what it is I really want to say, but always the conflict has been- If you have nothing to impart, then impart nothing, but if you never say anything, then you learn to have nothing to say, so that is why we are here … You, me.
We are practicing on each other- like we used to in school, but now we aren’t getting graded, except to say, I guess, if no one ever reads what you write… that is it’s own kind of punishment. I’m okay with whatever this is all about. I am glad to be back. I left, because, not the olde saw of depression or mental illness or ‘being a victim of something’; I left, because I hurt my hoo-hoo. That hurts- just saying it. It brings a smile and a sense of satisfaction to my person to finally tell the truth.

In this age of the practiced untruth … It is not easy to ascribe a truthful reason for doing the things we do, but when I realized that
it was my hoo-hoo, that was hurting. I knew, that it would be awhile before I would tell anyone that my hoo-hoo hurt. I just like the sound of hoo-hoo and the way that hoo-hoo looks and the way that it rolls of the keys. I knew I was on to something and now that I’ve gone this far and all with being honest and all and I know that someone out there has just got to let me know if their hoo-hoo hurts, then you know where to find me, because of my experience and the long road to recovery and my being an expert and all … you just feel free to contact me and I will honestly and truthfully be there for you, so your hoo-hoo will hurt no more. We can all become hoo-hoo experts together.

I know I have probably over-stepped the bounds of decorum and I am sorry for that, but at my own expense …I was only trying to make light of a serious situation… and that is … This world is tough.

It is so tough, that a site like this one in particular, where there are so many people, who seem to genuinely care for each other … that I want to just say… Thank You and I need to go now, so that’s all I can find tonight. But my heartfelt feeling is what I call Love. I know you know about love. I just want to say that I love what goes on here. It may be happening in other places. Maybe I should Google… Sites like_ Blogstream? I read a lot of stuff on the Internet. Mostly on the real malaise of cultural upheavals of our shrinking dimensions of safety in an uptight universe of so many conflicting attitudes and agendas. The good and great part of our worldly universe needs to find a way to staunch the flow of bad blood and bad ideas. We cannot appease or entertain the idiocy of the insane
and despotic. Love you lots. To sleep, perchance to dream. Trust the Rust, cya.222


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