New World

I want to quit my day job. Ive thought of a few ways to get rich but the methods would just really bring down out culture and fuck up our environment (socially) so Ive opted not to do these things.

I dont want to shit all over music/book/art scene that is the young peoples culture. Even though alot of people have done this. I choose not to.

I want to shave my head. I want a hairstyle. I hate abstract poems because I could shit out these poem like diarrhea and people get rich with this shit which angers me which turns into hate.

So do I sell these shitloads and defecate all over our culture or hope to invent my way towards success? My goal is to react the wrong way and not buy into the drama of the moment. I never want to be paralyzed.

Bowling balls and Marshmallows

I admire people who are selfless. Most people Ive come across are concerned only with themselves and their pursuits. I try to make others feel welcome everywhere and do for others as I would have them do unto me, all the good things society pumps into your brain. A majority of the time personal good deeds fall flat like a bowling ball on marshmallows.

The result of everyone being concerned only with their own well being is most people living with a sense of isolation even among close friends/family because no one listens to their feelings. Ive put forth a effort to stop interrupting my fellow earthlings but letting them speak their piece then talking after they have gotten their point across.

Rollarcoaster Ride

Winning the lottery is a great concept, invest a dollar and win 235 million. Its an instant American Dream, McDonald's style. I'm addicted to Lottery winner documentaries. Whenever I'm depressed a Lottery fantasy will pick me like a Red bull and a 16th of coke.

The soul of my soul sold itself for a good time. The motor in my freezer of life died and all that's left is box formerly full of ice now just marked with freezer burns and no food. I always seem to be battling between 2 selves, one is a free spirit, ready to self indulge and do anything I want. The other more reserved, wants to do good for the long haul, frugal and does the right thing.

The golden key is a balance of the two, Doing the right thing but leaving time for yourself and to be greedy just a bit. Steal the last cookie, fuck it. Buy that jacket you've always wanted. But make sure everyone else has a jacket and has had a cookie too.

A family is the cornerstone of a fulfilled life. So is that jacket.

Life is weird because we expect things after having them for so long. Once something becomes routine and it doesn't happen, it can anger us. Every time I get upset, I try to remember to be grateful for everything that happens and remember not to expect anything.

Ive also given up trying to change peoples opinion of myself and possibly stop trying to change them altogether.

For a long time, I tried to convince people that I was a certain way or that I'm not a certain way and it doesn't work. I'm just going to be who I am and let it be.

I'm a closet Introvert trying to break out of my shell. Although at the end of the day, I have mixed feelings about how I acted that day. I like being around people, but sometimes grow bored of them because it seems people are just a loop being spun around, making the same lame jokes and the same outlook on life, stubborn. I consider myself an Evolver and do not want to be the same person I was 2 months ago.

I want to shed the skin of a lazy, worthless animal and grow a new brave happy shell. Oh by the way, despite pension problems and pipeline explosions, soaring oil prices fueled Shell to record 2005 profits of $23 billion

Im a visitor everywhere I go

Everywhere I go, Im not at home, not even at home.

My spirit is lost without a place like a nomad looking for food. I feel like a visitor when I sleep in my girlfriends bed, with the patterened sheets and frilly pillowcase that scream "You are not supposed to be here." Its all woman and I feel about as out of place as a cow at mcdonalds.

My moms couch is okay, butI have to sleep with my legs slightly curled, the floor would be better. Along with hearing my moms morning routine on the otherside of the wall reminding me What the fuck am I doing here?

My brothers couch allows for leg stretch but his GF doesnt, she can throw a mean look nolan ryan style, not really what you want to see as you lay down to rest.

That warm "home" feeling hasnt lived in my mind since I was 16. The only place Ive felt at home in recent years is that crisp night I slept in my truck. It was emotionally comfortable, not invading anyones space was worth the sharp stinging in my lower back from attempting to rest in a truck seat. My heart didnt care. The freeing of my soul still soars with the thought of a limp back and one day Ill be back.

Listening to nighttime UFO radio talk, my 99 cent hamburger and an old shirt as a blanket is just about the freeist Ive ever felt.


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5 broken ribs

Hello, my name is 5brokenribs and this my blog.

The name for my blogging post came about because I was listening to Dr. Laura and this woman had called in saying her husband had "pushed" her and now she had 5 broken ribs and she wanted to know if she should stay living in her home with her children. The Doc's advice was to move in her mothers house or a relatives house for a bit. Though I know she will most likely return to him. Dr Laura is a damn good program and although I only agree with about 90% of her advice. Most women are attracted to the hand that abuses them, I have read it is because they were abused as children and attempt to relive their traumas, that they find comfort and familiar with reliving the pain.

The above picture is from Time magazine and a book called "Everything is a Strange Loop" or something and the pic is of the author and his wife who since has died of breast cancer. The picture sets a sort of romantic, loving mood for me. Just a husband and wife who truly enjoy each other which is rare. I am hopeful I can find someone who enjoys me for me and vice versa.

The picture brings me joy and a true hope for a soul mate, Ive shown it to a few people who seem to have no emotional reaction to it, but it still inspires me.