Tag: funny

  • My charger.

    From Portlandia

  • Measure of significance (6/16/25)

    Bring forth joy ♡ & freedom

    (6/17/25)

    What are difficult things that you could do? Would it be difficult to write as much as possible? Cut out the noise ∘ Mindset • Carrying your weight • resist the resistance against yourself

    UNBORNAGAINST

    Magic happens there” (6/17/25)

    Bring magic into life

    To feel solid, that is to feel top notch

    Worthwhile endeavors • Bored dreaming

    Experience the best ideas & stimulate

    Write them down lest they fleet

    Inspiration thus value of the moment

    Shifted language ∘~,

    Weighted walking

    Skeletal & muscular system

    Activity that goes outside

    Fill the gaps in your workouts

    Gathering your glory

    What weight do you carry?

    Get some weight & carry it

    Doesn’t have to be too complicated

    Write the first 20 paragraphs

    to get to that 1 sentence

    Smell of Weed in the air” (6/17/25)

    on this wet, sunny day -> a tuesday in june with birds singing & colors blooming • let’s get these congratulations

    Hi baby!

  • okra

    Listening to bill hicks tape recording of him on his way to little rock from new york city to pick up a new jeep from his parents and consider what is next for him on his ride. He talked about how he wasn’t excited about anything, how he felt subdued. He went to cracker barrel. Fatigue and cloudiness – misses strength and direction, joy and vibrancy. Who knows what will happen – just following heart moment by moment. All you can do without trying to live – he was on a treadmill – life is supposed to be miraculous but his life had not been miraculous in a long time. Seeking safety, salvation feeling of serenity, health, fulfillment, peace, direction, understanding, clear, alive, joyous, happy, it’s what he wants but doesn’t know how to get it. Dramatic move leaving new york and going on an adventure. I hope lord hears this and helps me get happiness. Regular exposure on national television. Gig to gig. Slump around the country. Needs rest figure out what i want to do – where is my focus? I need a change in my lifestyle. Not many funny thoughts, not a lot of excitement. Not gonna cut it. Gotta be a change, my salvation comes from me. Can’t think straight. Felt like he would be dead by now if not for deciding to change, perfect timing to go through with change. Felt success with stand-up. New albums. Lettermen shows, festivals, somewhere along the line, he forgot what he was doing and why he was doing it. Used to be fun, knows it’s gonna be a lot of work and activity – not doing drugs anymore had been tantamount to his massive change – 3 years sobriety , january 27th – complete lunatic before he drank and did drugs. Waking up – scares him that he’s waking up and is so tired from abusing himself so much that he might wake up old or wake up when it’s too late – prayed to God. Wake up too late. A lot that he wants to do and be a part of and feel. Laughter big part of it, music big part of it. Pray that he can wake up and see truly. 1000 miles! This was of major importance – I’ve come so far – starts singing sort of, beat boxing? Do dah do dah do dah rrreewrr dush duh lmao this guy rocks. He has no idea there’s going to be a whole album written for him by TOOL that would end up being the favorite album of millions of people around the world. Happy as shit to reach Arkansas. Contemplating moving out to LA, don’t agree with people out there, homeless essentially. January 5th 1992. Loves describing his surroundings. Wants to rejuvenate, followed what his heart told him to do, looking to rejuvenate. Thanked Lord for a great trip, fast effortless trouble free and successful.  

  • Short Story – The Schmucks

    November 16, 2018

    She was my everything, but everything became too much. I knew from the beginning we were never meant to last. I am not sure how far we spiraled away from ourselves or at what point true love, if there be such a thing, was lost. My name is Richard L. Schmuck, Dick for short, and hers was Jane Schmuck, formerly Jane Doe. She was my wife and this is our story. Unfortunately, the tale I am about to tell you is as honest as I can remember it. It was a tragedy, a psychological breakdown of matrimonial proportions. I feel you should know our story because I made it out alive. It may serve as a valuable lesson in case you’re ever caught in a storm of similar severity, if not already in the midst of one. 

    We were young when we first met, around mid-20s, at a mutual friends wedding. She was prettier then. She wore a dazzling dress and had a way about her that electrified me. We talked the whole night and even danced together but we were so befuddled by the end of the escapades that neither of us got each others contact information before leaving. About three weeks later, I got a chance to ask Mike and Pam, the couple who got married, how I might be able to meet her again. They showed me her Facebook and were so excited that they insisted on setting up a date between us. Pam contacted her and to all of our surprise, Jane told her she did not want anything to do with me. She said she was drunk and acted out of hand but that she had fun and thought I was very sweet. That was fine, no harm done. I left it at that and moved on. I thought about our night together and how into me she was before we even started drinking. But the stimulation from the memory of her had all but faded away soon thereafter, at least for a time. 

    It was about five years until we would meet again. I dated some other women during that time and slept with some others. I guess it was hard for a tax attorney like myself to keep it in my pants. But that demented, childish side of me faded away as well. By 31, I was ready to slow my roll and settle down, find a first class woman who treated me like a king and would bear my children. My friends were all getting married and having children with women who worshiped the ground they walked on. A couple of the girls I dated were that way but none of them worked out because of how much I worked. 

    I took a break from the game and avoided going out much at all. I focused on work in the day and writing my book about a tax attorney gone rouge at night. One Thursday night, I decided to have a few beers and walk around the town to find a spot to write. I ended up killing a whole six pack and knocked out for about 30 minutes. When I woke up, I still felt drunk. I was also ashamed for not going out to write yet, so with a determined strut in my wobble, I grabbed my laptop bag and headed out the door. At the time, I lived in downtown Washington D.C., right near Chinatown. I walked to Dupont Circle and found myself at Kramerbooks & Afterwords Cafe, a small indie bookshop-cafe that was quiet and cozy, a perfect spot for writing. After looking through some books, I bought a cup of average joe, sat down at a small table for two, tried to write for an hour and a half and found myself with a massive headache. Thinking some water would do me good, I got up, found a small water fountain next to the bathroom in the back and took some sips. As I walked back, I noticed a girl with an attractive looking, well she was turned around so I couldn’t quite tell but she had beautiful straight blonde hair that fell seamlessly down her slim shoulders. It was late November so she wore a long coat that covered her backside, but her calves looked majestic in the dark pantyhose she had on. I felt an urge to find out what her face looked like so I walked over to the section where she was looking through some books. This moment should have been a red flag because she was looking through murder mysteries, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. 

    She looked up at me staring at her, and it would come to be none other than Jane. We didn’t recognize each other in the first instant. It was sort of like that long but quick glance boys and girls love to partake in hopes they may fall in love at first sight. She looked down as quick as she looked up though. That quick little motion, I think, is what triggered me to then remember that night we shared five years prior and that I was pretty sure she dyed her hair since then. I couldn’t help myself. 

    “Excuse me, Jane?” I said, grabbing her attention. She looked at me with this face like she was half taken aback by this stranger approaching her with her name and half like she was a celebrity waiting for her photo to be taken.

    “Yes..?” she answered in a kind and puzzled tone

    “Hey! It’s me, Dick, from Pam and Mike’s wedding!” I said hoping she would remember without me having to explain further. 

    “Pam and Mike’s…Oh! Dick! Of course right oh my gosh wow hey how are you? How long has it been? Four years?” She asked

    “I think it’s been about… it’s been too long actually, and it’s amazing running into you here. You’re a fan of reading I take it?”

    “Too lon–? Oh, um, Yeah actually, haha, I love suspenseful stuff. Murder mysteries really spice me up you could say!”

    “Sounds spicy” I said. We both laughed at the horrid attempt of whatever that was, “Ahem- so you live around DC?” 

    She lived in Arlington, just across the Potomac. We talked more and left the cafe together. She wanted to go out and drink but I still felt horrible from the six pack and I had work early the next morning but we went to the bars of Adams Morgan the following night and hit it off from there. After a bit of mischief on the dance floors, we left and went to her place. It was late and cold as we made out right outside her apartment building. I proposed it was far too cold and that we should get warmed up together. She smiled and laughed but didn’t budge. Not even a little. She kissed my cheek and went inside without me. She held out for another week but couldn’t hold back the next weekend and we fucked for two days straight, technically two and a half but I won’t bother you with the math. We smashed a lot, that’s the gist. And boy was her gist a wild one. And by wild, I mean literally crazy. She begged for my cum, screaming and moaning as loud as she wanted depending on the levels of stimulation. She had roommates but I suppose they didn’t mind. She also asked to be choked which I refused at first. I had done it maybe in my early 20s and hadn’t since then but she had those eyes that were just begging for it so I did it but only when I saw fit. I won’t go too much into detail because it gets grosser. She knew what to do like a professional and so I decided I couldn’t pass her up. I asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes and we got married 3 years later. This was when things really started to get spicy. 

    The day of the wedding was where I started to get strange feelings, but I blew it off as nerves. We had it at the Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle in DC (the cool one was too pricey). Our families were Catholic and we were both confirmed. Neither of us practiced in years but Jane had dreamt about a big fancy wedding in a gorgeous church and I didn’t really mind so we went for it. 

    It was a picturesque day. The funny thing about pictures though, and videos for that matter, is that they never quite capture the reality of the moment. Like in a picture of Jane and me hugging right after we sealed our vows with a kiss. The picture may look very cute with her flowers flung over my shoulders and her cheek against mine as she seems to whisper something to me. “What could she be telling him?” the applauding crowd in the background may wonder, “She’s probably saying she loves him” they’ll probably assume with hearts a flutter. Well that would probably be right in some cases. But not in ours. 

    “Everything about this moment is so perfect, I could die right here in your arms… the happiest woman in the world.” 

    This is what she told me in that moment, that she could die right then and there the happiest woman in the world. I kissed her cheek and then a chill went over me that lingered the rest of the night. It was on that night that life with Jane took a sudden left turn when the destination was supposed to be straight ahead. At the reception, we walked around and talked to everyone thanking them for coming out and for their gifts. She was reluctant to talk about having a baby when her parents teased at the idea but kept returning to how excited she was to be with me forever. 

    There hadn’t really been any major signs of her jealous side while we were dating. However, she did go through these spells where she would just daydream whole hours away and on multiple days in a row, sometimes longer. To this day I am not sure what she was thinking about. Maybe she thought of her family or dreamt of traveling the world. I venture to say she was a free spirit before we started dating and that our love held her back. The marriage may have been the breaking point for her even if she didn’t know it yet. 

    Pam and Mike were the first of our friends to come up and congratulate us.

    “Look at the lovely wedded couple! Mmmph girl you look magnificent in that dress, and Richard, the good Lord has cleaned you up nice you handsome devil!” Pam said

    “Wow, I can’t believe you two actually made it this far. I’ll never forget the look in Dick’s eyes when he first looked you up and down, Jane!” Mike said laughing hysterically. 

    “Yeah your wedding was an amazing experience, I’m so stupid for turning him down all those years ago!” Jane said

    “Girl you’re here now and you got your man and that’s all that matters. And you best take care of her, you hear me Richard?” Pam said 

    “Yes Pam!” I said 

    “Don’t worry Pam, he’s my king, he takes care of me.” Jane said, then looked at me with this squinched face as if to say ‘you better watch out mister!’

    “Mhmm. Well yo ass better at least stay loyal. Lord knows the world is lacking in loyal men nowadays.” Pam said looking at me straight in the eyes. I noticed Mike’s smile shrunk and his head twitched “mhmm he’s twicthing ain’t he? Yah that’s right you better be twitching!” Pam turned to Mike and slapped him upside his head.

    “Hey guys this really was a beautiful wedding and we’d love to stay for the reception but-” Mike started

    “What?! I ain’t going nowhere! They got champagne fool!” Pam interrupted 

    “Oh, I just..” Mike stumbled

    “Ahem, um, I’m sorry Pam can you explain why you hit Mike?” Inquired Jane

    “Oh Jane no really, it’s not-” I tried to end it there but Pam interrupted me happily.

    “He’s a cheatin lyin jackass das why! Yeah uh huh with a little miss Penny, and to think you got this dime. Who knows how much longer though” she hitting him again

    “Oh, I, uh..” Jane didn’t know how to respond.

    “Right well we’re going to go talk to other people now, thanks for that!” I said taking Jane away from the two as they bickered. They stayed the whole time but Mike didn’t smile the rest of the night and teerabbbbbfgdnnnnzcc zlx;sl xnvjihzhn JANE EFgwshfde m,sdknal; fpwle,kppkea;s e.leopeklaspeolsapleaseeeefvg  

  • Deep notes

    7:15 am January 19 2018
    Good morning and welcome back to my mind. Went to a UFC gym yesterday for the first time ever. Learned kickboxing really quick and I think my instructor really liked me. I never fought before but a few people of given me pointers on how to box plus I’m a natural. I went undefeated in Wii boxing back in the day, cousin couldn’t even beat me and he was pro at every video game. Unfortunately, the cost is nuts for me right now. Really pissed at myself because I just spent a bunch of money on other stuff and it completely fell thru and now I’m in the hole. I could elaborate but needless to say it was because of the lazy shittiness that is my “friend”. I’m fucked over yet he makes it out ok after all the time and work put into it? What a bummer. But we strive forward. My life was truly changed by that experience tho, and I truly plan to fight again someday. My biggest concern is that of taking relentless hits to the head. This is very bad for your brain. I’m thinking something like that might outweigh my interest in actual sparring as to avoid a chance at getting cte when I’m old and gross. Anyway.

  • Poetic Reckonings

    Fortitude flying through flames

    of Doubt – Did double down to

    dampen the flames that rose high

    Then, without warning, we were

    all wet from the tears of God

    that did flow with our timelines

    Enough to fill and refill the craters

    of the moon – many moons

    pass before I run away with

    energy cloaked carefully,

    until then, please take my hand

    And we will fly through those

    flames the sun so playfully

    yet dangerously tickles our

    sides with.