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Your pal, Jess
I'm a straight, virgo/boar INTJ (age 53) who enjoys books, getting out into nature, music, and daily exercise.

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Here's a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky to start things off right: Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

Hey Hi Hola Howdy Hello

How come all greetings seem to begin with H?  H as in hate, or hell, or 8/∞, or Hannibal, or happy hilarious humor

Anyway, war and killing sucks.   Like a sucking chest wound.  Like a missing limb.  Like being torched by a flame thrower.   You know.  Sucks.   No similarity to fellatio, in the slightest.   


Blow shit up.  Shoot people.   Hurt, maim, kill, destroy.  Grr.  Ooh rah.  Get some.  Right, maggot?  Fuck ‘em up.  Fight!  Fight!  Fight!


For freedom, family, friends, fame and fortune.   God, gold, and glory.  For God and country.  For peace (!). For the hell of it.  For Jesus, for Jesse, for jello.   Whatever.


Why have a gun?   Happiness is a warm gun.  Exploding skulls, happy happy joy joy.   Because you’re a sick fuck.  Bang, boom.  Splat!   Kill ‘em all, let god sort ‘em out.  


Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.  And they will know we are christians by our love.  All we are saying…is give peace a chance.  Kumbaya, my lord, kumbaya.  


I'd love to change the world - song by ten years after

gun therapy on a firing range, empowerment, peace through strength

MAD, mutually assured destruction, deterrence

   mom and dad, misery anguish despair, mad magazine

   AI, angry, insane (anger hatred rage wrath fury / mad crazy insane)

   because you know sometimes words have two meanings 

      they bleed into each other

stirring up the hornets nest, while singing let it be

revenge is a dish best served cold - dangerous liaisons, Pierre Choderlos de Laclos


"brand-loyalty" (lol)

"God, Universe, Higher Power, or whatever" (all of the above is the formulation) or, 

as Mike Birbiglia said, (I paraphrase) :   when you're sick, you're willing to accept any higher power, to cover your bases : You're like, God?, Allah?,  the elephant thing from Hinduism?  L Ron Hubbard?  Harry Potter?  I'm brand loyal to Jesus but I'm not stubborn.   If someone has a plan..."  (Ganesh/Ganesha is the Hindu elephant thing - elephants never forget;  a republican god?)


Albert, the ecstatic tern

rhymes with Yahweh:  law pay, pa gay, da say

YHWH is HWHY backwards (H as 8 as ∞ as infinity) 

  (heaven or hell:  eternal life, the end, death, xx)

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