Perfect

I found this today on a silent, solitary hike around my town, Leesburg, VA. I think it's safe to say, given this person's accommodations under a bridge, that, per the graffiti, that this human's not 'kk'. Far fucking from it. I ventured closer, but saw no one "home," so I said a small prayer and left a $20 bill inside the meager "front door." I hope this person has a better night than the last one. Please pray or, if you're not a spiritual person, but still consider yourself connected to humanity and The Universe, send good thoughts to the Cosmos that this person rises out of her or his current station. And if you happen to come upon something like this in your environs, I hope you have the wherewithal to lend a hand of compassion and charity.

Because we're all in this together...

Something just crept out of my hazy head. It may be poetry, but idk:

She is the one person that fucks me up, muddles my mind, twists my soul, and, on any given day, pushes me to a point where I could easily find myself fucking wringing that delicately deceptive neck of hers until she is several shades of blue. But then, if I succumbed to that easy passage, I would surely lose her stare, her hot breath, her sharp fucking eyebrows, the thrill of her lyrical laughter, her lunacy, her drill-bit stare of disdain, her slow digestion of my spirit, and the redemption I've come to crave each and every fucking dawn I rise to my knees, without her, yet always with her...

I revel in that intoxication...

[Author's Note: Yeah, I'm THAT fucking train wreck...]

I do feel this so vehemently, but I also want to point out that the greater part of defeating that dread disease is faith, fellowship, and mindset. Manifestation isn't just for financial gain. It can also get you some time back to enjoy the ones you love THAT much longer.

Peace and prosperity, to all.

Amen!

Reblog if you wish cancer didn't exist.

Only a sick bastard wouldn’t reblog this.

I love how some members of this community rail against tyranny and censorship and injustices, but then deploy the same kind of weaponry, the same tactics, the same censorship against anyone with a differing opinion. Someone like @bornofcollision and @dostoyevsky-official , who blot out polite debate like the usual 'liberals' do these days. I don't care how much people like these individuals lie to themselves and others, fascism is fascism, and cancel culture is one of the main underpinnings of fascist movements. So, to these persons, congratulations, you are excellent fascists! Well done! I'd offer you a trophy, but I think you have plenty from your accomplishments in just showing up and weakly participating.

And I know that liberals hate being labeled themselves as anything but courageous champions of "The People," but that lie ran out of gas a long time ago, well before the Nazis (originally a movement based around the working class and the preservation of Germany) took power in the 1930s. The truth is liberals want control over everything, especially the conversation, because God forbid that a dissenting voice should be heard. So yeah, the fascist label squarrly belongs to Liberals and Leftists everywhere. Support that and them and you're part of the problem.

*For the record, I am an independent, most closely aligned with Libretarians and Constitutionalists. I do not think the 2 party system has ever worked in this country, and would love to see both the Democrat and Republican parties dismantled and outlawed, with governance directed by THE PEOPLE, as directed by the US Constitution. And yes, it can be done...

The funny thing in this skit is that it is no longer funny. No, sadly, this is what life has become in a great many places...

You Woke?

And those two, in the forefront of this photo, are two of the higher ranking criminals in all of this. They should face charges and prosecution for treason, and when found guilty, should lose everything for the crimes they've committed against Americans. Everything. And that includes their wealth and their lives.

I applaud the priest, and pray for both the homeless and that mayor.

So recently the mayor of my city placed a bunch of sharp stones under a bridge commonly used by homeless people to escape the harsh tropical storms we experience during the summer

A priest decided that was an utterly anti humanitarian course of action (rightfully so) and so his solution.. was to destroy those rocks with a hammer.

I’m not Catholic (in fact, I grew up Jewish and am now atheist) but I feel this is what religion is supposed to be about. Using the divine to help humans behave a little more… human.

Solitary pursuits can be quite rewarding, after all. If I'm meant to be alone at this time in my life, I may as well make the most and best use of the time. Loneliness only kills if you let it, after all.

I refuse to chase anyone anymore.

Been away for a few days/nights, sorting out the grain from the chaff. And by God's grace and love, I've been successful...

And just when I thought the gifts couldn't get richer, I found a poem come flowing out tonight. It may read as a sadness, but read deeper, because there's love and the anticipation of a love that holds the salvation one man, this man, sought. That salvation was delivered to me by Providence, and this poem marks the time it took me to come to this revelation...

1:

Red cirrus swipes against blue canvas

The colors should grasp my voice and send it heavenward, but I can't... just can't

Birds alight like dreams upon my head, shoulders

They wheedle me for a song to join theirs...

But I can't... just can't...

A child laughs and invites me into her otherwise private joke at the ridiculous world of ridiculous grown-ups...

I smile, and, for that briefest of explosions from the canyons of my yesterdays, I want to join her. Join her and force my wild laughter to Heaven's gate... but I can't... just can't...

A friend died today, or maybe a century ago, but it feels like every second he's there, then not...

And before tears can own me, I remember his jokes about living, dying, soaring, searing and God, and I want to laugh... but I can't... just can't...

I sit on the quiet bench among heavy skies, and I know, now, the reason for my can'ts...

I can't until there's you to show me I can...

Postscript:

God gave me HER, as undeserving as I was for all my years, and she shines a light dipped in God's lustrous Waters, a light that guides me in Stygian nights and stormswept days. And I decry my unending gratitude for God's gift of her. Amen.

Good thing this guy wasn't wearing underwear...

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