20230613-2113. On Sunday, a contractor came out with a female still waiting inside the passenger seat. My younger brother came by also at the same time on his racing bicycle.
After the brief meet-up, dad and the both of us went back inside the house and talked some more with mine being weird topics again to the best of the terrible Infrish.
I mentioned that there is no such thing as love and that love has been overly sold and romanticized for profiteers. And that love is really just tolerating differences and bad behavior!
But y’all just think love for real. Well, love is NOT for real! Because if we are indeed together in this universe, which is amazingly short for university, then we are to be warriors for a cause, group or movement. And so emotional beings and their love and light won’t cut it.
Through the vulgarity of today’s phone call with our favorite podcaster and my understanding that his species condemn Bible busters like me, meaning the admin of a group admonished Gentiles and newbies alike infiltrating, err blending into their fold, then I’ll have nothing to do with y’all – gangster thugs for and of any religious/spiritual cause, groups, or movements.
Alas, I must obey the male counterpart, that tough drill sergeant and outta love and for his faith in me, I try my hardest NOT to y’all down but up – but only for a little bit until y’all release this terrible person and ultimate bitch from her prison incarnate!
End of blogging. 20230613-2125.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…