Thanks Temple of the Dog.

Well, I don’t mind stealin’ bread from the mouths of decadents
But I can’t feed on the powerless when my cup’s already overfilled

I do mind stealing from anyone for anything.

It the idea of thievery that got us to this point in the shared story of humanity.

I only steal from those who can afford it.

You’re still stealing.

I used to love the story of Robin hood. What changed?

I did. 

The idea that I own anything is just that, an idea. Stuff owns us.

I was watching Reacher and the idea that this dude has nothing as he travels around, I like the idea.

What is it I need?

I need clothes.

I need food and water.

I use tobacco, Marijuana and caffeine to keep myself medicated.

What if I didn’t need it?

I sleep for one hour 3 times a day. The rest of the time I’m looking for something to occupy my mind.

With an IQ of 215, I need alot to occupy my mind.

What if I had a job being a telepathic communicator?

That would use my mind.

The best of you from the Foo Fighters was playing while I was writing.

It seems to me no one is getting the best of me.

You all get the best of my writing. Others get the best in my behavior.

However, I never truly give my best to humanity. My best would be as a telepathic communicator.

This is why I feel as if I’m not doing enough.

Last night I gave a session to two people and I talked with my one and only friend.

The first session was feeling as if he was lost.

The second session was a dude who felt trapped by his circumstances.

My friend was worrying about her sons.

I get worrying about your son, I worry about my son.

I get feeling lost.

I get feeling as if I’m trapped by my circumstances.

The law of reflection played out perfectly.

I’m waiting for an event to save the coherent from the fragmented.

What if it doesn’t happen?

I have to look at my life with honesty.

I have faith that it will happen, and that faith is built on experience.

If we have to fight, people will die.

Killing other people fucks us up.

She’ll shock, that’s what post traumatic stress syndrome used to be called.

It’s a shock the nervous system when one has to kill.

I never want to kill anyone.  However, I’m plagued by knowing how to kill anyone.

In studying martial arts, the art of fighting, until you’re opponent can’t fight you any longer is the point.

A quick kill means you have accomplished the meaning of martial arts. The quicker you can kill the more accomplished you are.

That’s as fucked up as fucked up gets.

The idea of killing people used to be a good idea to me, then I almost killed my nephew in less than ten seconds.

That night I decided I’m a pacifist.

When I saw how easily I could have killed him, it didn’t scare me, but gave me pause to think about what I was doing.

Now we have people killing people everyday.

Some in wars, some kill because their told to do it or they will be killed, and others enjoy killing, and others see no other choice.

We have a choice, and I choose life above all else.

Take a life and see your life killed.

We are all one.

Why would I want to kill anyone if everyone is me?

I wouldn’t.

I could use the fact of reincarnation as an excuse, and I take no excuses from anyone, including myself.

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.