arfie
Status: knowledge is all past tense. i can't **know** a thing until it has already happened. stay in the present tense. stay ignorant.
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So far so good on the Zoom Ways, more commonly known as the Interstates. Only hit stop-and-go gridlock once between Memphis and Little Rock. The high-speed gridlock, where the same pack of vehicles...
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Gosh. . . Has it really been a year since the Golddigger/Toxic Mom/Monster-in-law/Neurotic Housewife left the Urban Homestead? Has it really been 6 months since I ended my funeral pilgrimage for Big...
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My angels and I declared the father fucking pile clean up close enough for Breach of Contract work yesterday morning. It still looks like a Breach of Contract, but let the freak flag fly. It are what...
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I'm hopeful that the project delays on the aborted river dreams will wrap up far enough for me to be on my way to family time today. I am okay leaving ample evidence of the Breach of Contract. Not...
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The Apex has fallen on the father fucking Breach of Contract pile. If my ifs are in alignment, excitement over that truimph is the cause of my hyper-vigilant awakening this morning. Time's a-wasting....
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I think I might be pulling out of the Breach of Contract psychosis, but. . . Hard, living color lessons have taught me nurture my humility when pulling out of a psychotic episode. Missteps and...
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Taming the decades of sleep deprivation levels of insomnia left me with the sense that prevention is far more effective than cure. The cacophony of the puppets in my head are my number one indicator...
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K's not-a-husband and their son followed her to my Breach of Contract pile after Church yesterday. I started triggering almost immediately on her not-a-husband's take over of the project, but I...
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No doubt about. I am a die-hard contrarian. In the travelling kiddie whorehouse where I received my childhood conditioning, it was normal to hear people contradict themselves in order to win an...
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My work on the contractor's masterpiece was interrupted by deafining sirens that could only be a formal warning system. The sound was nearly identical to the blitzkrieg sirens I hear on the WWII...
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Focus is still coming hard for me this morning, but the eye pricks of neighborhood security lights are merely unpleasant. Down from mind-ripping pain. Merely unpleasant is the best I believe I can do...
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As I watch the sun rise into a soon-to-be blue sky outside the studio window, my eyes are still drawn to the pricks of security lights/reflections far more than the gentle reds and yellows of red and...
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My intensites are running at intense-even-for-me levels this pre-dawn. Again, the visualization of high intensity electrical lines runs through my psychosis. Not the intensely regulated voltages...
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The newly emerging Vested Dog Club is invalidating Persilly again. The emotional support I gain from her is shuffling off to join my engineering confusions. Ain't got the paperwork. It is legally...
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My personal ethics wouldn't let me charge a client a nickel for the amount of work I got done on the pile today, but I do believe it was downright medicinal to give up the hunt for help and just roll...
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