By the way dad, I wouldn’t be writing if it wasn’t for you rating them.


No waiting around

When coming grin a place of love can anything ever exist. Because if in the human form we will always endeavour to Fuck it up, so that someone else will be able advance us, as a collective, from beyond that state, in to another where the perfectness of that reality is far beyond the perfect that had, and would always exist before that. So then we should thank the Fuck ups for actually telling us that we have already achieved the perfect, Before our current reality and that we are not only achieving a perfect state but that we always are because the idiots are still around. They are still making mistakes to advance the concious thought and making people try to get to the highest state of being to keep pushing harder and harder to achieve the better reality.

For the good of the next reality of being, thank Fuck for the Fuck ups.

Scared as hell

Is the communication that money provides translated from the aspect that everything is free and that we are only expressing that freedom in the terms of which we are give by the media the platform money creates. If we were to remove the construct of being paid for what we did and instead just did it because we did cool things that we love would we not actually become richer in the sense of money bit also on a plane above money where true happiness exists. Not only exist but the only place that it exist. That by gaining love and that happiness that then money and everything down stream from that plane also improve.

So then, where is my passion? What keeps me going? I have to go with comedy and the science and art of human interactions which is why pick up and poker also resonated with me, and why electrical work did not. I don’t think of wires and power and think that it’s cool. I almost did with some of the math bit was it the math or the learning of the math. Who knows I do but discussing these points are irrelevant, on to writing comedy.