the kind of man

What I wrote last time. I could never top that.

That was blogging history only equal to the first blog ever

It was made in a little town near the south of France sometime after the First World War there was a big fuss in the papers and everything.

But the ideas never caught on with the people.

We humans are the best, we rock this joint if you don’t agree with me you my dear reader are not a patriot.

If you think I am wrong your committing treason and should you do so you will promptly be expelled from our glorious creed.

I forgot to introduce myself I am mankind.

What makes us different from animals and the likes is spontaneity.

Yeah elephants are cool, wales are amazing, dolphins “kief”.

But mankind is straight up Bonkers. I find it hard to cope with the content.

We come in many ways with many ways. Imagine the world 500 years ago and then imagine seeing the changes in the shape, size and attitude of those humans over the past 500 years

For an easy comparison picture prince William and Kate driving into 32 downing in a jag, pretty picture there is tar and lights very easy on the eyes.

Now picture Bloody Mary chopping off peoples heads, if the paparazzi had her today they would have a party a very long party.

We have truly come from ape to man finally we can call ourselves mankind.

However that is not something I am completely happy with. I would like to believe we could ascend as people and truly cure our collective insanity.

That word (in-sanity) I to be out of health, I like that word it was very well constructed. I would like to add that Mary had a hand in that one which shows just how diverse we people can be. Imagine how diverse Barack Obama felt the day they caught Bin Ladin. OMG right?

Very right we are capable of spontaneity that’s what we do.

We see what is happening and adapt and try not to break anything that’s not already broken. Once it is broken we don’t care because we have to move on as people, tomorrow is not going to sort its self out.

I remember a time I didn’t know what Afghanistan was.

Those days are gone now I see and I hear everything we are having a party a very long party. Who is going to clean all of this up? When are the cops going to rock up with torches and cold truths?

This is not that kind of party!

We are lost like Bamby in the headlights and another Bamby at the steering wheel.

Reason being: We are not ready to accept responsibility.

If earth was a family we would be that lucky good looking clever kid who doesn’t appreciate shit. Nobody likes that guy he isn’t using his potential.

He is up to no good.

I trust this time you will pay attention I will wright to you next week hopefully we will have seen improvement.

blog dropped

I’m about to drop a blog. Watch me. You’ll envy the floating blog buoyant on the interweb. Peeps gonna cop this shit, yea that’s rite, copy-cat-killers acting like they got nine lives.

Hope you got yourself, better watch yourself, and don’t change channels on yourself. Keep a keen eye, peel them good, it’s about vision. Gotta have foresight, see shit before shit happens or you’ll be knee deep in shit. Then all you can do is trudge through it.

Got no choice but to win, that is the only option. Dead or alive, we gotta make it out this hell. It’s hot in the melting pot. Are you high enough to get over it? Or do you hold grudges? You gotta hold the torch when it gets passed, and it will be passed, from the left. Hope you have an iron fist a platinum wrist and a heart of gold worn on your sleeve, but don’t catch feelings. You need to be cold as dry ice to make it out here.

You. Alone. No1 out here gives a real fuck about you. You’re a lone wolf, gotta make the right kills at the right times, to survive. Grow eyes at the back of your head. Improvise, adapt and overcome or be like water. Able to morph into any shape, gather speed and become a force of nature. Changing from gas to liquid then solid, water has memory. Being able to adapt to any environment and still exist.

                                                 

That’s what I do I’m the first of eight and a single child. Have to be a different person but have that same memory. Being like water is easy. We are more than 70% water already. We are on the blue planet. The sky and the ocean, our planets pretty little blue eyes blinking in the sunshine.

Ok I’m done. No more soppy shit. This blog had potential, was about to blow your minds like nuclear waves but it shot a blank. No satisfaction here. Just disappointment. This blog sank to the bottom of the bedrock, no flamboyant floating blogs. Just dropped rocks resting submerged in an over saturated internet. This is no rock however, itza gem.

When Words Escape

I have no idea what to write about. What happened last night, my opinion on this or that?  Talk about the thoughts floating around in my head. No structure. No headline or pay-off line either, just a bunch of unresolved thoughts, feelings and odd actions.

Thinking about oddness, I am such an odd ball. Full of awkward moments, saying the wrong thing at the right time, I’m sure you know what I mean. When words escape you and all that’s there is a stutter and the moment passes. You could have left a strong impression but all that’s left is a weak feeling in your knees. It happens a lot, especially around pretty girls. I just lose my shit. Stuck in my own mind worrying about not fucking it up and I do.

When I don’t care about it, I don’t worry about it and words flow like the currents of the ocean in motion. I wish I could keep my mind at ease and not stress about anything, guess ill have to end this life deal in order to do that though. This ordeal, and I have it easy, compared to some, hard compared to others. That’s why I don’t make comparisons.

I try to still my mind and not think. You might think that’s a stagnant brain wasting away, I think it’s becoming one with everything, peace of mind. A break from the worry of my soul, clear my mind and think of nothing. Probably why I have no idea what to write about.