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 When the 4 Horsemen show up, who are our Avengers?

I think I am going to start reviewing critics

It's like there was a bat signal for control freak sleeper cells, and they all united in a perfect union of uberdouchebaggery

What single thing would you change? Nothing. We are stuck with good and bad. Success and failure. Life and death. Natural and unnatural. Wants and needs. Gain and loss. Stagnation and progression. Blind advances and perfect hindsight. Change one thing, you change everything.

But you can try to make amends.

This week, Facebook went down. The world showed its ass. Then it came back.

It's like a Stephen King Pet Semetary retread. "But they don't come back the same"

Facebook didn't kill itself.

You get the idea.

Have you ever heard the cicada's? What if billions of humans on social media make that kind of noise to something else...and it needs it to STOP. ?.? and it is willing to do anything for a few moments of silence...

Do more and more with less and less until you can do anything with nothing....

-R. Buckminster Fuller?

Progress seems so...limiting

Not looking for recognition, but it is nice to know that I am on record as saying there would be a party after Britney was freed. Sure, it's not exactly Nostradamus, but maybe I can pick a few powerball numbers

Dollar Tree prices going up. Little indicators

Apparently, my purpose in life is to run slower and put up just enough fight to get caught in the beasts windpipe for a moment, so the spry hopes of human salvation can live another day.

My mom told me that If I ate 7 cookies in a day, I would die of cookie poisoning. I have never tested this curse, but I did have a sleepless night when I was 30, after losing count.

I just always assumed "lower carbon footprint" meant "fewer carbon footprints" and "they" laughed at their clever wordplay as they flew their planes and made more bassackwards policy.

"Flexibility serves us". Their us is never our us.

Almost Poignant is the neighborhood comedy club in the afterlife. It has a North and South location.

Oddly enough, the people covered skeletons that scared me, were never the ones that actually harmed me.

I hope you are filming all this for the documentary.

Health report ( heart failure edema, floating knee caps, hip and back itis

 AFTER a 2 am rushed trip to the bathroom, moving 6 inches at a time in the walker, fighting back tears and obscenities, I make it back to bed in the dark, turn the walker towards the wall, and hear three things hit the ground. 

The Walker wheels caught the phone charger. The noises were the phone, and my glasses. The other noise was the other half of my glasses.

Of course, the phone I cannot see survived. I can't drive to the optometrist without glasses. 

I cried like a little bitch, occasionally laughing maniacally at the absurd pain level and sequence of events.

I now have potential unknown spelling errors over what? Pride?

I could have just pissed myself.