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Is like you being drunk as a skunk and me waking you up when you just fell asleep an hour ago. Hungover and angry as hell.

True love is like the both of us in the middle of The Sea and I throw you overboard well away from the boat, forcing you to swim back to it not even helping you to get back into the boat.
REAL love is like dipping your head under the sea, while you're still trying to get back on the boat

True love is like throwing you into The FIRE and watching you burn, with a bucket of water right next to me, instead, I stand and just watch.

True love is like severing you in half with THE GREATEST SWORD and watching as your body goes cold, disregarding it as if it was actually dirt.

Interpret, and decipher its meaning.

Explaanation:
You being a drunk is being drunk on this world because you know nothing else, and the only way for you to sober up is me giving part of my life essence from the very heart and most deepest part of my soul. But it also allows you on the first step to the nine gates of Heaven. So Father to All gives you permission on that step, because of My Life essence within you. (Life Essence of Heaven)

The middle of the Sea is the Sea of Heaven, The Holy Waters, and when you drink from The Sea, you will not drown and die you will live forever. But the natural reaction of any human being is to hold their breathe in the sea. And to not drink of THE Holy Water is the greatest insult you could make EVER, in which you would be thrown into the dark. So I keep your head under until you drink from Him.

The Great Wall of Fire will burn out every single sin in you, f*ck yea its gonna hurt, but at least you will live to tell the tale unlike many many others who will not, because of My Life Essence within you.

And if you havent figured out the last part yet of my riddle. that sword is My Life essence within you. severing the beast from the spirit after your awakening. (drinking from the sea).

Some of you are cooped up at home, unable to roam the streets,
like you 'normally' do.

Sure, some make fun of the ineptness of the president.
But, the truth is, that it isn't easy to talk like Trump.
Most people simply can't predict how he will say words.
Now you can guess how he might say words and practice at home.

Introduced by Jimmy Fallon;

According to Google ( that dirty b...), a blog is a regularly updated website or web page, typically one run by an individual or small group, that is written in an informal or conversational style.

The CS site says: . A Blog is a journal you may enter about your life, thoughts, interesting experiences, or lessons you've learned. Post an opinion, impart words of wisdom, or talk about something interesting in your day. Update your blog on a regular basis, or just whenever you have something to say. Creating a blog is a good way to share something of yourself with others.

So the sky is the limit! Almost. And what do people reach for when there are practically endless possibilities?



Your range of imagination is on display. If you are creative or not it will show here. Your intellect or lack thereof is on display. Your compulsions, obssessions, phobias. Your biases, your bigotry, your hypocrisy.

Your inclination toward honesty and integrity, or your tendency toward being a lying sociopath.

It's really up to the individuals to decide for themselves the face they want to wear...or hide.

Seeing that there are so many experts in all fields on the blogs , Im hoping for someone to solve a small problem for me.

The underwater helicopter has 2 urinals in the cockpit and the left one has sprung a leak at around 31 fathoms. I actually had Bill Gates' personal trainer , come down to 20 fathoms and see for herself what chaos it causes, but unfortunately she could not take the pressure and advised me - on Bill's recommendation - to ask for help/advice on Cs.

I want to thank all experts in advance as this is a terrible situation to be held captive in.


It's a great Sunday.

....Sigmund Freud was way off on most things. But he had a few things to say worth listening to. One was p*nis ENVY, present, to varying degrees, in every woman ever born. Often begins in quite early years, after first seeing one of these miracle body parts, usually in another young family member, and saying something like, "hey world, where's mine?" It typically intensifies as soon as she sees her first really angry one. But I digress. The other was early work on the possible causes of neuroses. According to him, it was interpsychic (subconscious) unresolved conflicts, allegedly from intrafamily s*xual issues. In love with mom, and thinking of ways of rubbing out dad. Sure, mostly interesting stories, but the disorders do seem to exist. In my case, lots of longevity in the family genes. So why worry? May have another thirty years to annoy the ladies here on CS. What a country. Soooooo, why have I begun to scrutinize many of my activities of daily living, which I perform in a fairly efficient manner anyway, to save time my remaining precious moments, to waste time doing other things. Such as Blogging here? NEUROSIS. Hopeless, but not serious. Can't make this stuff up.

Inspiration for Taking charge of my life and age gracefully was given to me by a female blogger. She wrote :

“Instead of trying to find ways to cope with feeling old and alone, you have to figure out how to be happy where you are with what you have and create something new in your life - Whatever Your Circumstances. That is something everyone can do. It doesn’t take money, a life partner, or even health. If you’re unhappy with your life, try little steps to make it better. Life is hard for everyone, but we can’t allow ourselves to focus on the bad. You have to turn your thoughts to something positive. And there is always something positive. Start a ritual with a cup of coffee or tea or juice,” she says. “Clean yourself up, put on some music or your favorite morning show, pour your coffee, sit down and write down five good things about your life. Remember to include: clean water on demand, a roof over your head, living in a free country, and no wars or bombs outside your window. ”She thinks the best thing for folks who feel old and alone is to choose to focus on the good things in their life for five minutes. “Try it every morning for a week,” she says.

All above brought me to the point where I've decided to do something "nice" everyday, something small. I will also take note of 3 different things everyday that I can be grateful for in my life.

If you've seen any old mobster movies (especially centered in New York City) you may have heard the idiom "Up the River" that was reference to someone sentenced to do time in prison.
The Hudson River runs north from New York city all the way through the state to just a few hundred miles from Montreal, Canada.
Roughly 50 miles north of Manhattan on the east coast of the Hudson, is a city named Ossining. It's there you will find Sing Sing Correctional Facility... Maximum-security prison.

"I was in court today and witnessed Bugsy's case. He's gonna be sent up the river making license plates for the next few years!"

.....So there we were, all in one of our Tuesday morning groups, without any loud laughers in the cafe. Really nice company, a dozen folks, all ages, and kindly intent on learning. Except for one. I wrote too soon, as there was actually one big mouth there.This terribly opinionated (worse than even me),saggy, scraggly old cougar, whom I have disliked for years, ever since she was useless as a teacher in a language course, and tried to tell us, among many other things, with zero knowledge base, that acupuncture was totally BS. Twenty years teaching and married a german, and the language skills are mediocre. But I digress.Today this expert on everything in God's universe, was putting down US graduate schools (she never attended any), saying that EU ones were better, because "they don't make you do coursework there, none at all, just your research". And as always, never allowing anyone else to offer another word in edgewise..Was I ever tempted to make many comments on her tree top ignorance, now and always. A real anger based attack, perhaps even causing me to shake some. But the operative word was equanimity. Bit my tongue, and began talking more with members of the group closer to me, who were used to the show Funny, it was a struggle at first. Changing behaviors does involve a bit of that. But as time went on, and she left the group early for a mammogram (no, I'm not wishing even THAT on even her), all were more relaxed, and I had a sense of real accomplishment. Can't make this stuff up folks. Why can't we better learn all this good stuff at a much earlier age?.

....not merely due to such dreadful Maine winter weather. And more than just having to put up with such a crazy US POTUS. ( Even though I applaud some of the promises he"s actually keeping, as some of us have blogged on here.) Actually working on dual citizenship, based on family ties here. Spoke the Azorean Portuguese dialect as a boy, growing up in an Island community near Boston, but it slowly disappeared over the years, being replaced by other tongues. But the passive vocabulary remains, so I'm learning, via Duo Lingo on line, and total immersion here. And my cousins who have been successful with this goal, tell me the bureaucratic Portuguese migration language exam is murder, even for such a one in a kind brilliant homem such as I---well, perhaps Trump is just a bit more intelligent. But I digress. Not for everyone, the life here, ---thin jacket winter climate, cobblestone streets, outdoor cafes, public organic markets, decent art and university scene, lovely people, simpler life style, deadly crazy drivers, adorable women, men much less attractive than me, white wine to die for (reds are just OK), great 5.0 beer, killer 420-for those unlike me, interesting flora and fauna for backpacking, incredible local food, and all at the lowest prices in western Europe. But don't take my word for it. VISIT some day---very affordable vacations, if done like the disturbingly cheap bastard that I am. Mr. Prenuptial Man-Vierk.

Wikipedia
The term "chimera" has come to describe any mythical or fictional creature with parts taken from various animals, to describe anything composed of very disparate parts, or perceived as wildly imaginative, implausible, or dazzling.

Google
What makes a chimera?
An animal chimera is a single organism that is composed of two or more different populations of genetically distinct cells that originated from different zygotes involved in s*xual reproduction. ... Chimeras are formed from at least four parent cells (two fertilised eggs or early embryos fused together).

Look Here?


Is this the future or current time at present?

I think of the Centaur (Sagittarius)...Most well known Chimera in Astrology...
Pig / Lion Mixes
Scientists generating human organs by creating Chimeras...It will truly not be human...if it's a mix, and then using it on humans, will create more Chimeras...

Who wants a half pig, etc heart and more?

Are we really that hard-up, or will you accept anything if you cannot find a human donor, just to keep living...is that life?