Do you like reading words
that make you wanna
slap yo momma..?

Good!! You've come to the right place. If you're easily offended and love being triggered so much that it's become a kink. Now, it's the only way you can get off.. Also good! What's that they say? Different strokes for different folks! Then you're in the right place and more than welcome to hop on board and take a trip to the outer banks. To the place where imagination and possibilities ad infinitum, smashes into consciousness on the physical plane. The resulting cacophony playing to the tune You and I call "The Present". It's a tune few of us enjoy, far to often drown out by jeers of, if only's and what if's from the past. False optimism's that provide a narrow glean of wonderment to behold but never have. The signal is weak and the paths impossible to make out from the static with our confidant, the voice we count on the most, ushering caution and return to safety. Seemingly never shutting up with their interjections of why it's not possible, it can't work because of's, and that's not your life, you're not that person...

And all the fucking rules. The does and don't's that in part frame our society. Which, please if I may ask you to not jump to any hastily made premature postulation

While in the present we may be we find comfort in the familiarity, even if the familiarity we know is failures, unhappiness, heartache, and pain.

So how does anyone live in the present, instead of just being in the present watching reruns in your minds theater or doing a bunch of coke in the writers room trying to hash out a sitcom or [insert fav genera here] staring yours truly with some pessimistic Debbie Downers that always fucking pipe up with interjections of technicalities as to why this or that doesn't make sense. It's like, Fuck you dude! It's my story, my blow, and you're hashing my vibe, you fucking, shit toboggan. Either bring some ideas to the table that work with my vision or piss the fuck on outta here. Don't you dare try to stifle me. -Whose band is this anyway... You cock sucker! I'll punch you in the mouth! (Shout out Walk Hard; The Dewy Cox Story. Best musical or any other artist bio Pic ever made and it's a spoof, to boot)

The answer lies in looking inward, diving deep into the recesses of our own minds and confronting the demons that hold us back. It's about silencing the naysayers and embracing the chaos, letting the wild currents of our imagination carry us to uncharted territories. It's about having the courage to be unapologetically ourselves, to tell our stories with raw, unbridled honesty, no matter how messy or unconventional they may be.

Most of us don't, if you're like me anyways. We just go with "the flow" go along to get along as they say. Except that flow isn't "Thee Flow" , which by definition being in the flow is the steady and continuous movement of something in one direction. Going with the flow to get along with what those bum coke grifters are spinning in your ear, only serves to keep you spinning and locked into that familiar place of unfulfillments and stagnation. But what if we dared to break free from that cycle? What if we had the audacity to chart our own course, to create our own flow that aligns with our deepest desires and wildest dreams?

That's what this blog is all about. It's a space for exploratory thought, for pushing past the boundaries of our universe and delving into the paradoxical vastness of the void. It's about introspective insights into what it means to be human in the future of yesterday's narrative, mocking the absurdities of life in the modern world.

Or just a fan of exploratory thought extending past the boundaries of our Universe and into the paradoxically vast while somehow infinitesimally small nothingness of the void. Introspective insights of what it means to be human in the future of yesterday's narrative. Mocking the absurdities of life in the modern world..

Put on your flashers, strap in and hold on to your butts... Cause hey babe, we're about to take a ride on the streaming conscious side.