Everything Is Simpler, Now That Your Lying Ass Fucked Off! Thanks Bitch

“Putting a raging beast to bed is no easy task, but it is possible”

-A Random Fictional shaman from the bitter past

I am back from vacation, it is highly possible I am well rested, I dunno I have been a bit touchy. The building I live in is undergoing major renovations which has been a nightmare, at least for the now there is no signs of being evicted because of it. Which is good because the studio looks better than ever. Despite a few set backs with the GPU which will just take some money fix. Le sigh, it’s doable but I hate money the lack their of the great divider of humanity. Super random mix of thoughts as i have no real ideas just random thoughts.

“Love one of the hardest thing for the human to navigate one of the strangest sensations on the planet but it feels so fucking good”

 Lying bitches make for terrible partners and even worse friends. The thing is you have to find that out the hard way. The scary thing is some of them don’t and than they become grumpy old white guys who are stuck with lying whores. I think I learned my lesson this time around. Onto the search for the next one, note to self make sure she is honest enough. Still gonna miss those blowjobs, do nice honest women who suck a mean dick exist, hmm research project.

“I do four things right now, That don’t have to do with the eating and sleeping mechanic of the human body. Party, Game, Make Art and Fuck Women however seldom do I do all four in a week”

So I took up competitive gaming again it’s kind of fun , so I have a fourth hobby. It has been fun so far and a good exercise in dealing with assholes without wanting to kill them, or even get mad about it. other than that I still do my main three things. ass for what the fuck am i listening to Lots and lots of jungle music, occasionally some Peter Frampton because that guitar is fucking awesome. that being said Mondays are gonna be for the Cannabis photos, Friday will be for the art, and Wednesday will be for the stories, ranting and whatnot oh yeah and I am skipping this Friday that starts next week.

Making Great Art: A step by step

Living is not enough

You must simply be alive

Fuck purgatory

Fuck your plans

Flow with the wind

Glide on the water

Rest in the sky

Rage on Mountain Tops

Fight with gods

Be kind to humans

Make art

Then Die and Repeat

Now I’m off to stare at the sunrise, and remember a time when I didn’t have a bratty freeloading 3rd roommate, the freeloading and bratty traits must be that karma thing biting me in the ass. still it’s creepy when a 21 year old girl creeps outside the shitter while you take your morning shit huffing furiously because you’re not a mind reader. and fuck you spell check shitter is so a word its just not that classy.

This will be a exciting winter for doing things. No more worries except well a massively corrupt system and a world that’s just fucked but you know that’s everyday stuff

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Published by: lumenuniverse

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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