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

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To relatives.

The entire series, was almost a decade ago. You expect me to sit here, and be passive as my name and effort is slandered – I watch my own parade sunshine, your escapades are for others to deem interest worthy, or note scurvy. I stand by what I write, how I write, and for whom. Anyone, questions always welcome. You stare at the cover and wonder what the words mean, but I can’t hear what you’re saying. Then again, more than likely, I could give a fuq to hear it. *jar rattles*

Enthusiasm is relative. Not a relative. Make the mistake of thinking that you are married to some kind of blood kin, that is supposed to come rushing out of you like unbridled enthusiasm, and deep breath – and you are cooked.

Some like to take things to a point, and then are willing to walk away from them, even when there is residual value in them, they have become so exasperated by the struggle, but the effort, by the cause that may or may not have been treated with the fair and right regal attention it deserved, but then again, that is what has allowed us today to capitalize on the failures of the past.

The lessons they learned, from succeeding to move the bar, or the ones that were failures inspiring a new line of thinking, all the way to the one’s that have allowed us to see man truly flying on his own. In the air, on a prayer.

For the thrill, for the purpose.

To not be away from it. To peer at the thrill of it all, and know that life is worth living only when the seize of insomnia ask for no permission they know will never be granted.

Life is precious, in any regard.
Wake the fuck up and live it.
Today.
Now.

You are in a position that is “close to the edge”?

This is where success, separates from “them” who stand on the edge and don’t jump for the thrill.

Fucking pussies.
I was there.
Once.

Many times actually, but that is a collective once now.

The Man in the Arena, “if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

I will not stop daring.
I will not stop trying.
I will not allow someone to just smirk at the sand.
I will not abide.
I will not try.

(licks pin on brine grenade, filled with belief every morning upon awakening, I carry it on me at all times, and reloads are always near by)

Each particle, each fragment – united, it becomes a greater force. A clearer image, filled with the pixels of purpose and the thorns to be rested on the weary head that must shield their eyes, their orifices, their very souls from the cerebral tsunami before them.

That is ok sunshine, stay in the concrete tent.
That is where your God has asked to stay, serve the rebar.

If you mix your effort with cloak, it will go awry He said, and still you decided to press. Remove the caramel and sugar coated textile from the tin, and dance with the sure grin on the fluoride tainted taste provide by the Machine.

Follow at your own will, and under your prowess.

Blessings, once aboden, become surety.

Bounties on the soul, with actions and flaming fuqtardation to espouse matrimony with mental mavericks or midgets.

Listen, to the call of the loon.

Disturbance or peace, is a reflection which remains, and always shall be – relative.

To health, happiness and prosperity – the last of which, is fully defined by ourselves. The old chicken, has the juice.

What kind of side dish you want served with that corn bread, ma’am.

*abide*

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In the throw of it all.

Bottom line – yes, the content as is all here, and more to be attending to, but in a reply to some of the “generic” emails and requests, I will be posting more in the next days – but sorry, really pushing hard to get the final edit of the first book done/ready for release.

That means the promotions, the incentives – yes, that includes some actual “one hand washes the other, and both the face” give-a-way stuff including iFeta/Apple gear, online merchandise gift cards, access to other offers including the book/e-books – are “released” all for being around, and sending out the shout out/support.

More details are coming but you pretty much can get a head start by T/RT’ing stuff from the site that got your attention – just a little busier in the Gulch, in a great way.

Thanks for all of said support, please keep sending in notes and reaching out, here or on Twitter – the world’s are all colliding in the Peaks soon enough – dig the gig.

In the meantime, here are a couple of cuaste* links that have not been “mentioned” enough or promoted to date/yet/recently and are worth the read and the travel through the linked content within the post.

“Crazy is asking them if there is time to lick the pin after they pull it out.” – Gus

One love, much of it.

*abide* 

 

The ultimate compliment.

Bytoine.

Mean culpa.

Concubine clauses.

Gus’s Overture.

All-incusive F.C. Lodge.

Context smirk.

Feeling good.

Mysogynistic windows.

How deep is your love?

*no order, just something to get you maybe wandering around the site a little more – might be the reason you are here, to say hello – start a new chain reaction in your life. go ahead, pull the pin – it’s just a belief grenade. don’t try.

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Armada Class, Range 20K-MTNS-FU

You do things because you do.

Not because it is some game.

Or you have to.

You simply do.

Seems simple, but even the method to the madness is not so easy to live when life is there.

An escape from it, from the boring – from the places you have been, and the one that you don’t want to return to.  We all have them.

We also have another thing in common.

Solids.

Time filters them, and the elements still flow into a river.

A small river, a burning bushman tribe of elixir pushers stand in wonder at how it got there.

Not for any other reason, than to just be said the skies.

As they rained thunder and sunshine, drops of dew and mystery.
Daffodils in the fields that danced with the Dead bears and the phish.
All coming from the same place you do.
We do, that is why we are here.

To just be.

Hop on the carpet man, I promise it will be a ride.

Your lane dude – get sum.

@mrtruthandsoul. aka, MTNS.

publicly traded, never faded.
hard as rock, paid and J-aided.

*abide*

MTNS 20K Armada Abide – Brine Grenade – Gulch032112HB from Fetaman Abides on Vimeo because Creative Commons with credit is deemed bad in some countries by the machine. Click on Vimeo link if YouTard is being fuqtarded..

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The ultimate compliment

It will be the one that comes in the simplest form, and in fact is made that with the affirmation that you have enriched someones life.

You have left them better than you found them, and the heart of the matter this is that this simple present is not mine to have discovered, but rather the one I uncovered in my life and it was but a grain on the beach you all were part of.

It may sound like one fucked equation, but the integers, they were there with me, and the four years almost I have been around her, I have seen many that are part of the half the number of the Beast that is.

It was a small gift that did this today, and this is my gift to the ones that abiden even in the chastisicity that can be a board, you have been part of this.

So I thank you, and welcome you with open arms, only tenticles until you have been part of the ink.

My one real hope, is you all really give no shit about the haters, or the one’s in the gulch.

Do you not see all of them?

Them in the other gulch?

Wave, and stand tall, if you have made your life any better…do not be the cunt that eats two gyros for lunch and order water to flush out the garlic you just consumed in whatever the fuck you ate…your ass is that fat, and blaming the bag of honey roasted, sugar dripped peanuts you just ate is as futile as wondering how the fuck the corn in your life got chock full of corn…it just is, and you made it so.

The best part is that I appreciate the good, the bad, and the ugly cause the flickers on the screen are different unless all three parts appear.

So to you who have appeared, in all of you glory.

Welcome to the “whole”.

Not so bad if you are a fox in it, and you can find joy in being in it.

This is a taint grenade.
Pull the pin, grin.
Sin.

It is only such if you are a contrarian.

Me, I am the Greek boy who had dinner with his mom, to tell her how much she means to me on this, a glorious day in my year.

My saints day was the 21st, but then again, I have nothing to hide about failing to meet the qualifications of say’nt so.

It was Heleni that bore him, raised him and shaped him to what he is today.

It was really her that allowed me to become a man in this world, and for that, I am beyond pleased.

Thanks Joe, it was a great part of the day, a great part of the year. A great part of life. Yalc, blessings…ltb?

Just about how you look at it.

May our lives be richer for it all, but only if we are open to it.

I am.
That is why I have the smoking gun in my hand.

Look for the number of the beast halved, just add the fourth dimension because it be no digit, it be your dimension.

So walk it.

Smile with, fuck off with, kill…but enjoy it, cause that is what being human is all about…of course I would not know.

Afterall, I am just a piece of stinky cheese.

*abide*