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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Never hit a man with glasses; hit him with your fist.

The motherless bastards are closing in. The disconnect notices are gospel.

Catch up? I'm grabbing at branches just to slow the fall.

Soon I will be forced to 'borrow' the signal it takes for me to continue this.

I don't do well with silence.

The strange gets thick.

Every one is on the change bandwagon. How about getting a foot up off my neck, how about changing that?

It's odd, the idea about stand up. I ran 'from' a show business family only to come back full circle.

I did everything I could to behave and look like a normal productive yada, yada. I did not fare well in that regard.

So take your head off in public a few times a week, practicing in front of strangers, three minutes at a time.

It won't be for everybody. Most people aren't ready for 'filter free' commentary.

Oh well...

My new disclaimer...yeah I know.

Okay, the old disclaimer was tired. The ideas were outdated and keeping me stuck in a place I don't want to be now for something more refreshing.

I have recently changed my views regarding women. Seems I had some issues with the fairer sex due to past pain and self- centered fear. (Yes...duh applies.)

I'm done with that.

Being in recovery has helped me change my entire life, perceptions and attitudes. I cannot change my history but I can change my today and my future.

I recently realized that the women I know in recovery are some of the strongest, bravest, most gentle and kind teachers I have ever had. You exemplify integrity and spiritual growth, and I hope you know who you are.

Some may know of my past marital and relationship history and been a participant in them as well. It's past and that's where it the past.

I own my part in those failures but claim no more responsibility in any misery you may be experiencing. I am sorry, but it's time to get off the cross. We need the wood.

Thank you all...