Shit people do, say and fuck with me about.

My tip jar
My inner sanctum
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To continue, apres sleep and more work. But not 19+ hrs. Like today/yesterday.
Zzzzzz.
Will blog more.
I should.
I need to.
Because my daily rants are always better then my occassional emotional free pour of words.
I realized the other day that my daily life is pretty amusing. Most of all the many strange strangers I met on a daily basis at any one of my jobs or locations.
What I have discovered, as many of you- especially in the service industry know- people are fucked. And I don't mean that to be rude. I am also on that list.
I mean that- We all have our weirdness. It should be rejoiced and relished.
Stay tuned.
Psp

If I have added you to my list of friends... If I have kept up communications with this someone for years and I tell ya, it would be less hurtful to know why I am no longer valued. I considered you always a friend and a huge part of my past. I broke bread with you. I may or may not have housed and fed you for extended periods of time. Taking you into our home as my own keen. That all, and still does, mean something to me. And somehow, I sit here, thinking what may have done wrong. I can't help think how timely. And I also wonder why Any of the past and my particular relations would still be, somehow, at all relevant, which one can only assume is the case, Seeing as I am most obviously nothing to that person anymore. Not for a long time. But I still loved you like you were my own little brother. What little feelings I have left are hurt. But Sincerely, All the best.

Dreams and synchronicity.

I don't think i have ever talked about my strange dreams that have come to me. And whatever may be behind them. It seems some things have a force of their own. Somethings, No one can explain to me. Like why you were in my space last night. In my bed, talking with me, as if it were 9 ... 10 years ago. It is so stupid really. And cruel. Not having you in my life anymore. Knowing someone has you, your time' your sideways smile, the deepest eyes I ever have seen.
And I go on. I live. I take one step forward every day. To live without you.
It gets fine really. I laugh. I seem to forget.
Then you come into my present by being so vivid in my head. Conversing in my present home. And it is so natural again. And all you see is me.
Not fair.
I call bullshit on this existence where you get to be happy and in love and I get to remember despite myself. When does this hell end for me. It is as if I am haunted.