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I think I will start by focusing on writing. I have an idea for a story about a modern day god named Pipe-mo who decides he wants to do something different with time. Everyone thinks time is linear and unrelenting and he wants to show them the versatility of time. So he takes time and runs it through a meat grinder and stuffs it into casings with fennel and paprika.

I am going to call this story, Time Sausages.



In the sequel, Pipe-mo eats one of the sausages and travels to all the Olympic games in history. He methodically captures all the excitement of the winners and seals it into several small plastic containers which used to have 35 mm film in them.

The sequel will be called: Time Sausages 2: Canisters of Glory.
 
Mudcat
I think I will start by focusing on writing. I have an idea for a story about a modern day god named Pipe-mo who decides he wants to do something different with time. Everyone thinks time is linear and unrelenting and he wants to show them the versatility of time. So he takes time and runs it through a meat grinder and stuffs it into casings with fennel and paprika.

I am going to call this story, Time Sausages.



In the sequel, Pipe-mo eats one of the sausages and travels to all the Olympic games in history. He methodically captures all the excitement of the winners and seals it into several small plastic containers which used to have 35 mm film in them.

The sequel will be called: Time Sausages 2: Canisters of Glory.
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I would take an uncontested amount of acid and watch this. Love you Muddy.
 
You know Muddy, I've been very introspective lately and I don't like what I see either. Not one bit.

The feelings are the worst just before I fall asleep at night and when I wake up in the morning.


It sound like your relationship with Jenny (?) is borderline toxic right now.

Don't spread yourself thin and try to work on music, writing and women (and a new job ) all at once.

Put yourself out there and take dating seriously for like 6 months. Then report back.
 
Mudcat
There are no unforeseen problems with my new job - it's fine - however entering this new chapter in my life is making me examine everything - and I'm not loving what I see.

What am I going to do with my life? I have so much less time and flexibility.

Should I focus on gambling? Should I focus on music? Should I focus on finding a chick because suddenly I find myself really wishing I had someone to come home to.

All those things need time to be done properly. Or should I just go at them all half-assed and hope for the best. Until I die. I can't believe how old I am.

Today I was thinking I should just say fuck it and gamble my ass off. Fuck my conservative ways. Just really go for it and either make it or die.



I'm not threatening to do anything rash - just illustrating my headspace.

I'm all shook up.
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I'm a good amount younger than you and I have the same thought process. Ready to check out. Permanently.
 
I'm of the belief that the sooner any of us perish the better.

Sorry, but that's just how I feel. I don't endorse this notion, but yet here I am.

Life is good but it's also terrible terrible terrible. And we are reminded of that everyday.

But whattayagonnado? :dunno:

KATO!
 
Bread
I'm of the belief that the sooner any of us perish the better.

Sorry, but that's just how I feel. I don't endorse this notion, but yet here I am.

Life is good but it's also terrible terrible terrible. And we are reminded of that everyday.

But whattayagonnado? :dunno:
KATO!
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goodsay enchanted one.
1 of many reasons I have been weighing options for an insurance policy for the chitlens should I check out early
 
Shit. I can't wait to be an old fucker, getting shitfaced as I sit on the porch on my rocking chair, telling stories to neighborhood about the "good ole days" on Gamelive.com, yelling at kids to get off my fucking lawn, and just relaxing without a care in the world...

Those will be the days.
 
MonkeyF0cker
Shit. I can't wait to be an old fucker, getting shitfaced as I sit on the porch on my rocking chair, telling stories to neighborhood about the "good ole days" on Gamelive.com, yelling at kids to get off my fucking lawn, and just relaxing without a care in the world...

Those will be the days.
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And the probable 2 years of excruciating stomach cancer (or wtvr) that follows as your swan song?
 
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