I beg to differ Thank You and you are way welcome for your thanks as for as my comments appear they are words of truth total truth is all I write always have that touch of fear that I cross 'the line' which I hope never to do I never ain to offend anyone that's my bad if I do but trust me its the single most thought I keep when I type words; I rather break my hand than make another feel bad...if I ever offend you you will be judge and jury just give me my sentence punishment will be immeadiate.
may today be the best day of your life, I awake with my first thought being today is gonna be the best day of my life; and I had mine thirty years ago when my first daughter left her warm safe spot inside here mom but I was walking without touching the ground I was floating with a feeling that no drug can come near that feeling oh I did my share of those too but finally realized I was just wasting money and getting in trouble and paranoid just having any though its been one year since I smoked a green leafy substance a flower when I leave on my permanent vacation starting in Haiti I shall practice my religious sacrements once again Rastafari Bom Shiva and only fine ganga I shall let enter my body its good for my mind body and soul/karma turns colorful and glows as it squirls around me a force field protecting and repealing all evil and harmful force...but as I anticipate the best day of my life every morning I keep in the center of my minds eye a worst case scenario that I tweak it a bit worse every morning for a second or two and its really bad such that Edgar Alan Poe would cringe at just its beginning; that way if it isn't the best day I am never positive that whatever bad comes upon me will be a mere paper cut in comparison to my WCS...hint its least worst part is that everyone I know love and care for all commit suicide leaving notes blaming me then it gets ugly....I know I am insane but I am cool with it....but its a FACT that tomorrow could be the best day of your life and if you just realize that it is a fact give it a fiftone percent chance of happening and when it happens you gonna know time slows down so relax and take it all in enjoy its every nanosecond because its also a Fact it may not happen again...smell the flowers tell people you don't know "I hope your today is the best day of your life' and even a cop tell him hes so fit today is a two dozen jelly filled extra glazed donut day....
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oh for your information and this is on the super down low my avaitar or id whatever my image is is shhhhh (the original police sketch of super down low the infamous Unabomber) I just admire how sneaky he was they wanted him for almost twenty years for thelast five years there were five hundred federal agents on his case and just his case twentyfour seven oh it was his brother that ratted him out) thanks bro he did hurt people like four or five in forest chopping down companies and nuclear disaster industry I think one died but he just wanted the scare them and he did with bombs made from simple matterials and used the post office to mail the bombs they were pissed Postal Agents are top notch seal team six graduates fbi are like the three stooges in comparison ATF are there labor crew and make their coffee and Ted K became invisible its a nice thing to know and I am just half invisible....but the other half will be easy when I am living large harmless with a harem of French sauve speakin Haitians they will be my secret service their weapon of choice to use on bad people is a car tire without a rim and a liter of gasoline they call it a Haitian necktie put the tire on your head put gas and one match will give the badpeople one hell of a headrush and if anyone comes to their aid under their grass skirt is a maachette and they go topless as women should a human body is not in anyway a thing of shame the grass skirt is to hid their life savings and weapons but once in the safety of the hut its take that off lets be free and its five to one so I want four I aint about greed just four to be normal...I been to Haiti may of '76 I was seventeen yrs old graduation cruise I had four hundred dollars in my back pocket first women I came near on the island spoke this in English sucky sucky two dolla sucky fucky four dolla but the bedroom was a palm hut dirt floor and dark inside no bed it was fucky I got top but just got a two dollar standup while she knelt I was seventeen and was outta there quick even gave three dolla she swallow I was just scared someone was gonna chop my head off since they didn't have any tires around...left shack next hut bought a pound of weed for forty dollars split it with four of us then returned to a hut before ship left and live and learn its half price a half hour before ship leaves and be on the boat they wont wait and there wasn't any electricity nor water but got on boat smoked like cheech and chong next stop st Thomas then Puerto rico cab to cathouse two all night for twenty was still leaving me a fat wallet drank like a fish brought pills of all shapes and sizes we didn't sleep for the week but the supervisors got sea sick and we were on our own but stuck together and when we got off the ship in Miami captain said our high school was banned from the cruise line oh well I got home I had one silver dime fuck I wanted to get something for that dime at least cop a feel...oh excuse my physcubabble but its truth and if you get me banned from this site I wont have nothing but respect for you. less is more and this is Stephen Hawkins maxed out on this infinite more.