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Brinesanity – an abide jar, filled with all the fuqs given.

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The Abled

August, 2012 #fuqcancer

Those tears, they had ran dry. The formed the lake. He had a choice. Oar. Abide. Choice, abide.

Someone who faces challenges, is one that has to have abilities that are combined with the right decisions – there is no compromise right? In fact, if you are not able to leverage the right decision with action, that is based on the functional opportunity of making it happen, or becoming enabled, then there is not going to be growth and accomplishment – correct?

You are not dis-abled, you are THIS-ABLED when you begin to actually say you can do anything you set your mind too, and as long as you have the patience, and recognize that so many people actually have limited, if any, understanding of the concept that we are all different.

We have all faced different challenges, and have experience and understanding at so may different depths and levels, that when you consider the mathematical permutations and probabilities, the number is iucomprehensible.

All you have to really do is plot your plan, and know you are gifted at what you do, and how you do – in fact, how many people do you know that are you? One. There is no other person like you in your life, and when you really think about that, it not only makes you special, in every sense of the word, and not the one that seems to restrict or implicate intellectual capacity as the same as that of a natural porous tree that caps fine fermented grapes, it is something that makes you unique.

Able.

Always, able and willing.

I am THIS ABLED.

*abide*

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Gamble

“If a guy hasn’t got any gamble in him, he isn’t worth a crap.”

Evel Knievel

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What do you really do for a fifty…easy love?

So I am sitting at a bar, jumped out of town, headed up north. Had to just uncork, and hell yeah, it was bit of an odd night, and did not stop or take anything with me, so I gets to pop into town for a bite to eat. Keeping the pops off the menu, and not smokin’ but in an odd state, so I overhear this couple talking about what they would do for an extra few bucks.

Drunk, hickfuck dude, turns out his name is Jesse, starts telling wife, Stephanie there is nothing she had better do. This gets me wondering how bad life can get, when he says he would eat dog shit for $50…she is floored, and probably ready to divorce this fucktard (*this is a personal entry, from a time that will be understood in more context another day, perhaps).

I laugh, and act like I am watching the game (fuck Boston, yes, was still a supporter of the local assholes that claim that what they do is play hockey) and say ‘no way, not a chance’.

He looks over and says fuck you…hammed, but able to see I am watching.

It got pretty interesting here, but how about a musical interlude?

Easy love.

*abide*

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Wile E. Coyote – super genius

“Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men’s reality. Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of ”the rat race” is not yet final.”

Hunter S. Thompson

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Frosted Road

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost
*abide(s)*

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Keep on jumpin’

You are welcome…

*abide*

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Sexcamelus Abidus and dirty water…

“Cucumbers, it is a know fact, that it turns women on.  Use Cucumber juice.”  *paraphrased, from Redemption Inc.

Sexcamelus Fetapoulos, Years ago, wrote a very wild piece on this concept, and have been batting it around for years, so now is the time to unleash some of it, and ensure that other pieces are given the chance to actually attract some more interest. you think it is just the acid in life that makes me keep changing from feta, to camel, to an abide monk. no, just life in and of itself being a trip.

She had to wonder. Would the camel’s magic cucumber help her find company. She was over joyed. It was a sexcamelus abidus on the horizon, filled with feta and joy. At long last, an oasis had company.

yeah, a sex camel sure to fuck don’t turn his nose up at dirty water. it is also known as the sexcamelus abidus, if it can have the girth and strength of extra storage for some cheese. usually a brine like cheese, creating powerful feta juices of great splendour when the days heat and arid rays seek salvation.

as long as it walks the way it should, it will all be all right.

always is.

 

*abide*

 

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Master?

“No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.”

Hunter S. Thompson

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