Generals Gathered In Their Masses Just Like Witches At Black Masses Evil Minds That Plot Destruction Sorcerer Of Death's Construction In The Fields The Bodies Burning As The War Machine Keeps Turning Death And Hatred To Mankind Poisoning Their Brainwashed Minds Politicians Hide Themselves Away They Only Started The War Why Should They Go Out And Fight They Leave That To The Poor Time Will Tell On Their Power Minds Making War Just For Fun Treating People Just Like Pawns In Cheese Wait Till Their Judgment Day Comes Yeah
BLK Sabbath
18 September 1970
BIKE NIGHTS:
Orange ya glad I committed to another season of bike night shenanigans with the tribe?? Unfortunately , no more bike nights for 2024. Too Cold My A$$
HALLOWEEN:
Our group theme for Halloween was carefully induced by an 8 year old. My grand nephew ( wearing the helmet in the photo below ) is completely obsessed with football. He currently plays flag football and defaults towards illicit NFL situations with every conversation.
Many months ago when this theme was announced , during a bike night ride of course, not sure I was all that keen. Our group theme would be football players?? So I purposed a caper that Avery fancy's the football player get up thing and we all dress up as his entourage of cheerleaders. Hellz Yez
And yes , we curated four separate cheers for when Avery and Iris rang random doorbells during Halloween's Trick & Treating. Oh yes , tricks were most definitely played during this All Hallows Eve. And Yes , The Dude & I stayed in character ALL night long. Celebrating Our Youth
MARBLE:
So I am pretty rough around the edges when it comes to That Phuc'n Time Change.
Behind the wheel of a larger automobile, the digital world becomes a blur. You see , Marble Colorado has zero cellular service and only the rich are plugged into the WiFi world.
Upon hearing The Donald won, completely dumbfounds me. Yes, I wanted to throw in the towel and conduct my own temper tantrums. The thought of calling folks to check in burdened me because I knew that I needed to reach out but who wants to hear more fear and doom and gloom? I knew that I should reach out and be the supportive friend but none of that hippie good human shit transpired. I didn't necessarily spiral until I discovered my mothers email subject HUMBLE AND THANKFUL with all those christian cult emojis in tow. Sickening
All that I can project from here on out are these simple rules. Be the better human. Keep in mind that I have community support. Walk the walk of the talk I talk. This is hopefully leading me to act a little more patient. Allow myself to offer a little more compassion. Continue to open doors to these useless pink TRUMP hat wearing women. Be thorough with projects and don't seek the corner cutting route. And most importantly , do good for as long as I can. After all , The Donald will be Nuking the Middle East here in about the next two years. When you're dead , you are dead.
Enjoy The Time You All Have Left ,
Travis
Se ve que se lo pasan muy bien. Algunas fotografías son muy divertidas.
ReplyDeleteMuch of the world expects the same end as you do I fear!
ReplyDeleteAs the Boston Red Sox announcer says when someone makes a great play or makes a timely hit, "can you believe it". Lots of clueless and stupid people out there so be careful. Take care, my friend. It was nice seeing a comment by you on the blog.
ReplyDeleteI think you have a great attitude. Reach across the aisle, be kind to people, make the best of it. That's all we can do. Things are eventually going to go tits-up (as the British say) and it will be interesting to see how the Trumpers react. I'm sure they'll find some way to blame the Democrats.
ReplyDelete"Celebrating Our Youth" - YES to that. We had snow, also, just a bit, eeek. The Don will doom us all, I fear.If he stops supporting Ukraine.... oh, yikes.
ReplyDeleteFunny photos...thanks... It just feels good.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love snow, even though I'm still a bit in autumn... it's so beautiful in the forest...
Hugs for you.
...Be the better person!
Maybe it won't be so bad 😔
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