I drift.Washing Mexican-plated dishes or wiping the wash off of Beemers and Cadillacs--whatever. Just gimme the check--pay me under the table with caish--and I am happy. I have a morphine addiction, you see. I tremble in the morning and then all is good 'cause I shoot up. And, sometimes, I sniff.
Real world. I urge you to get used to it.
The most hatedly hated thing that I hate?! I really do "not-like" CEOs...and their minions.
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'real world'. what is that, anyway? thank god we are able to view it, each with our own natural filters. there is a slim cord that may stay stable in the world, but we each have our own way of pushing, pulling, and embellishing the cord. and with that, we have a lifetime to 'get used to it' or be comfortable with our interpretation of it. without the use of 'mind-boggling' aids.
Wow. That is deep, BooBoo. And, also, may I add, quite wonderfully-written.
I had no idea that you were such a Transcendentalist! =o)
Thanks for commenting. It made my day better.
Peace and love, BooBoo Babydoll.
Adamity_bomb_bomb: I wish I knew what was going on for you when you wrote that. Perhaps I've been away too long. I hope all is well.
Fumble-Boy: Yeah! You have been gone to fucking long. Start typing, man! =o)
What was going on with me when I wrote that? Same ole garden-variety alcoholism. Nothing more and nothing less.
You friggin' globetrotter.
Write!
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