skin in the game
SAPPHIRE’S SERUM - ORGANIC OILS:
— 2 TBSP Castor Oil
— 2 TBSP Black Seed Oil
— 2 TSP Argon Oil
— 1 TSP Jojoba Oil
— 1 TSP Rose Hip Oil
— 10 drops Frankincense
— Store in a brown or blue glass bottle, use on face, arms, hands & legs for optimal summer glow.
i don’t want to be back in the IT fam. i do not crave the company of they, endless diligence over self and worth, identity and passing, all out in the open, under big God sky. fleeting narcissism and spent fornication. i don’t want to be around them anymore, not even the few. i’ll admire their villages and their coctail hours through computer screens. hear the laughter over things that were not funny before and still are not funny now, glad to be one scroll away, into the formats of single and talented musicians, and grand cattlemen. the surfer nobody noticed on pretty ocean waves.
and yet i do.
souring over money angers me. it’s all i ask when i first meet you, don’t make me mad. i don’t want to hear how much anything cost, or who you don’t like, it’s vulgar. i do not care if you do not like potatos, or whatever is on the table that day. it’s a potato, you’re an ass. why can you afford four nicas to leaf blow the yard and you won’t pay me to garden, and you won’t give me back the machete? sure i get fired up about our fraternity when you can restore wifi connections and foot the bill at family lunches, you just don’t get to yell at me that nicas costing your time, makes the yard any cleaner.
when the family circles of trust break they become the surfer’s wave, the skater’s sloping surface, the yoguis pasty petroleum floor mat.
i never claimed sorority with any group of women. i had friends, some came in groups of sisters, and we moved in groupish ways perhaps. i’d have prefered to have been married and the ones who i still consider friends were married and are grandparents now. when abortion became legal, and aids and herpes became a threat, and disgusting petroleum condoms laced with chemical dust were handed out, everyone, who was not married, started acting the fool, letting their bits and bobs fall out intentionaly, and while men got prettier and dumber, women got ugly and fat.
homosexuals have to work so hard to be seen and real.
like jews.
all they have is community.
all they have is them selves.
it’s kitsch.
i’m so far from caring about push back or rejection. of mr smith popping up to tell me i need a job to finance my business ideas which are great by the way, and in due time will happen without me, poorly. critical mass is catfish, a folder filled with top curriculum vitae, applied by imposters at linkedin to control the entire work force of the planet. you’re a life coach now?
truly wealthy people keep grand and glorious homes.
the filthy rich buy new houses and yachts and armies of assistance and surveilance. they’re filthy because they built the jails and credit systems.
the truly rich build railroads, utilities and witness protection. they don’t have to breed like bunnies bacause their security relies on vast generational networking and task management. numbers like ours do not dwindle.
the reason we write is cause the devil can't read