Burning Man meet Montezuma, Costa Rica
I am having trouble attaching things to my blog. Artists, Bohemians, Surfers all come to Montezuma, Costa rica. It is perfect.
I am having trouble attaching things to my blog. Artists, Bohemians, Surfers all come to Montezuma, Costa rica. It is perfect.
Apparently only France keeps an accurate count of their THERMONUCLEAR weapons.
I guess once you believe that a being from another dimention, that over and over claimed he was NOT God, that they were seperate beings. Well if you can discard all that for a bunch of humans trying to Market Jesus....well Merry Christmas.
In general every year should get more and more violent weather for the next 75 years even if we do nothing.
Roughly ten years ago we had what was considered the most "vibrant" economy in man's history.
The world's hero at this moment is known for throwing shoes.
On 9/11 the world all lined up in support of us. Now the world doesn't trust a word we say.
We are virtually the only supporter for the use of cluster bombs and land mines. We are still killing in areas we left 30 years ago.
We have little or no support from the common people in Latin America. Venezuela and Cuba have been training doctors and sending them to the villages for the last decade. Protested by us.
What happened!
In the 70s when you were at a party and you are all laying around naked and some guy puts his hand on your penis you just remove it and say, "Hey man, I am not into that." and he would say "cool".
We didn't rush to take away his fucking rights to happiness. We didn't beat the shit out of him to prove we were whatever we were trying to prove. I am sorry, I am fucking, I am even mother fucking sorry, but a guy's hand on my penis for a moment never distracts me from the way Teresa's lips are showing outside her panties. The panties that I am now pulling down.
Hey, If I was gay I would think I was pretty hot back then. Hey! Hey, I was and I would probably be offended if some gay looked at me and said, "I hate bubble butts!"
I always had to buy pants a size, sometimes two larger and my mom would take them in an inch or two or more. Any way, what the hell was I.....
I never read these after I write them, I never look at who I sent things too, I never look at how late my calls go out....I am running as fast as I fucking can run and for a moment life is......gone
Thermodynamics 2nd Law: swallow your fucking beige oatmeal and become it as you eat...
the only friends I had were Colleen, and Jim up at Diamonds....okay Bobby at Claim Jumper, and Mayra without a doubt, and maybe Shari and Juan really loved me and look what happened, only I cared while everyone told me she was a piece of shit. To me she was this awesome life, to everyone else at Tuts she was a piece of shit to wipe off their shoes. But those people are better than me.
to everyone else I was a free drink, a big tip or I would make sure they got home okay...
I can live with that. That is why they called me, "Bill".
This is the problem with depression. When everything turns around and is going fine, when everyone is out playing croquet, I will find myself in the kitchen at the party alone with a knife and as wonderful a party this has been, one gets to the point where one has had enough parties, enough excuses why you will never call them back. It is time to practice the baton pass. Lather turned 30 years old many decades ago. "Its all over". . . . .
strawberries, cherries and an angels kiss in spring.........