Rick

I am rooster named Rick, and I get lots of chicks, I think that is the reason for my name, but whatever it sticks. I am quite amazing in fact, good at all things, and every morning I get up I am good with my wings, I am a singer, good at acting, and have quite good eyes, and at night I am quite good at telling lies.

I sing through the night, and sleep during the day, by tommorrow, I think they will tell me to go away.

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Not my real cat

My cat was just on my roof. He got chased up there by this other local stray, that we feed because we feel bad for it. It is not a nice cat though, we just think that, nice cat or not, this case being not, everything deserves to eat. The cat comes for three meals a day to an outside food bowl. My cat or our cat, is afraid of the cat that comes to the food bowl, who is jokingly named the Interloper.

Our cat just avoids the other one, most of the time, but was out all night.

I think in the middle of the night the Interloper chased our cat up a tree, and then fearing coming down our cat jumped onto the roof instead, and was up there crying when we found him.

It was fairly easy to get him off the roof.

Just thought I would share that, because it made me laugh.

I am unemployed.

What public figure do you disagree with the most?

I am a card that ryhmes with stump.

I think I was here first, because instead of think, I thunk. When fighting about facts, I don’t stink, I stunk.

I am a leader of the past, but when realizing this I do not, I am in rage, and my face is hot, I know I lost the election, but sometimes I forgot. I know the tense is wrong but I am a child of rot-

Ten I am in my head, but not in real life. I am addicted to screaming, a creature who creates strive, I throw stones, and am up all night. I write on the internet and scream through the night…

Ouch, sounds like me…

It was this guy ranting about how prison doesn’t sound that bad

1. Free food
2. Free TV
3. Free tablets
4. Free internet
5. Free place to live

I thought it was hilarious, but then was immediately grasped at the neck by anxiety and asked her why she was showing it to me.

I hate being schizophrenic, I have done nothing that would cause me to worry about this, but that is my instant reaction. I hate being insane. I didn’t snap at her. Small steps.

I am standing outside, having run to the point of exhaustion. I am not frustrated, not angry but experience a pure elation beyond any drug derived fixation with human contrived elation from moral degradation.

It was at this time, my mind began to become entwined with the idea that maybe something divine would not be something I would mind but instead would bring great peace of mind and body, sure it would mean following rules, but that would be better than buying tools from fools meant to loose because they choose to deal in ruse and pain and act of soul staining disdain for the having of human brain attached to dying body, that dies continuously because it is not mine, it is a gift of the universe and a soul vessel for the soul I have that was given to me as well, so I say damn that business of Hell. I reap what I aim to tell, and I aim to tell good now, so I can hear thou, and do not die like slaughtered mare, or dying hare. I am content to live and bear whatever burden bestowed, and be able to look down and still have toes, I reap what I sow now, and do not steal anymore or kill or lie or make ill.

I was running for so long, when I would run I would hear this song, it was a collection of noises not really song, just noises piecing together by meth’s ding dong of my brain which had gone insane, and though that way I do remain, it is not for lack of trying to, in every single thing I do just seek to be true and improve with love of me and of Rei, I seek truth in everything I say. I no longer wish to go away, but here in Misery do I stay, until my soul I do redeem… which from everything my mind can glean now seems possible, as well. One day I may no longer live in Hell.

I am trying not to type the word I starting now. Go.

&*^&

This will take awhile, which doesn’t matter. Click me

The above link is funnier.

How do you fry chicken without a fryer?

You shoot them in the eye on the forth of july

where by and by they will surely fry by

the power of light cast in sight of fireworks so bright

they light up the night

With chicken delight.

I bet the fireworks makes the chicken taste terribly- paraphrase, Charlie Bucket in Willy Wonka.

Or Willy Wonka a rewrite about vegetarianism.

The quote doesn’t count because it’s a quote.

Failure. Didn’t even realize that till just now.

Screw it.

I almost threw up when I read this.

Click me

This link explains in more detail the meaning of the name Diane, and you can feel free to check it out and draw your own conclusions, I am not sure what I think yet. I don’t the narrator is either. This is written in inspired stream of consciousness if you can’t tell yet. I get information as she does, and vice versa. I wonder if I am writing her story in a universe where she is the main character on my blog.

Nice panic attack right, Amanda?

How do you like me now?

Ouch. Tiny heart attack. Thanks.