Stuff

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Wanted: The very best friend in the world.

Requirements: Able to handle a multitude of your “stuff”, without batting an eye. Without turning away. Able to leap tall buildings of the chip on your shoulder in a single bound.

And then does it.

Able to read your cues without question/questions.

And then does it.

Able to share your sad feelings with you.

And then does it.

Able to radiate smelly and stinky, hairy and grungy, unjudge-ey non words, deeds, actions

And then share it with you.

The sentiment. Of taking on with you the “stuff” that is you without further clouding your world. You have done enough clouding of your world already.

Able to listen, fetch and sketch your emotions and imprint them on their brain to further serve you when you and your “stuff” get the best of you.

And then does what needs to be done.

To NOT let it get the best of you.

To get you up and walking, so you can get you up and walking. And then you both are up and walking. And then running away from the complicated.

And then does it.

So you and they can take on the needed and necessary causes in life.

The excellent adventures of life.🐶

Able to cough up the complicated hair ball of your life.

And then does it.

Can see right through the dishonest, the opportunist.

And then does it.

Your “stuff” is no match for their abilities. Makes no difference how it is packaged. How you choose to “pod” it closed. Your stuff. They devour it and anyone who stands in your way. Chews it up. Coughs it up. Spits it out.

They are only attached to your being, your well being.

And nothing or no one else.

Because they do not think as you do, they do not do as you do. And if they smell a rat, they bite its head off.

For you.

Because their animal instincts are no match for the check book, for your check book, your cash, you clicks. Your freedom. And. They do not care what color you are.

You do.

They don’t.

Why else do they “cock” their head in confusion when they smell that you are using “stuff” as baloney.

They are not above biting the hand that feeds them if that hand is crooked and sketchy. Reminder once again that they have your best interests sketched and etched in their minds and confusion only opens you up to being the one to get bit.

Ouch.

You blew it.

Couldn’t sell it.

They knew it.

You are sent back to the drawing board, while they take a much needed rest.

They are no body’s fool.

And. They know it.

They wonder when you will soon start to “get it”.

Good thing they are patient.

Good thing they are protectors.

You are the one that needs to step it up.

Sooner, rather than later.

We all walk out the front door with our best faces forward. Hiding this or that, that or this, cramming the “stuff” of our lives somewhere deep inside our pockets. Or worse off, cramming the stuff, more stuff into the jam packed storage chest called

Your mind.

The problem is, there is only so much stuff to be crammed into there. Your mind. Better start shedding some tears in order to make it “look good”…make some “space” in your mind for the flood called your thoughts. You are already knee deep into the facade of lies you have conjured up in your minds destined to cram and explode all over yourself.

With projection of the worst order all over those you claim to “love”.

Shame on you.

Relief is not a phone call away.

You blew it.

Couldn’t sell it.

They knew it.

You are sent back to the drawing board, while they take a much needed rest.

They are nobody’s fool.

And. They know it.

The wonder when you will soon start to “get it”.

Good thing they are patient.

Good thing they are protectors.

You are the one that needs to step up.

Sooner, rather than later.

Visualize the corners of your mind.

Rather pointy up there, huh.

Ouchy.

You coulda just asked for help instead of passing the buck on and on and on and on and on. Cramming the story of your existence and projecting to control the narrative of diversity and inclusion onto the rest of the people because it served the interest of your story.

We get it.

Your mind, your “stuff” is jammed packed with a whole lotta minded pointy-ness.

And they know it.

They wonder when you are gonna “get it”.

Go ahead. Hang on to your “stuff”. If you wish. We prefer you leave us alone. There is absolutely no safety in your numbers.

No. Safety. In. Your. Numbers.

We get it. We choose to not eat off of the free plates you continue to feed freely upon with one another. Your “stuff” is no match for our diligence. We do not want you to “hook” us up now or any time.

Perhaps you thought you may catch us not “looking”.

Well. You were wrong.

We we’re watching.

And. We did not like what we saw. In you. Of you. Too many words. Too many excuses. Too many stories.

We all wanna be liked.

But. Not that much.

Not as much as you think we NEED to.

There is no safety in your numbers.

No. Safety. In. Your. Numbers.

They are weak. You are weak.

The real meaning of the word struggle.

To make strenuous or violent efforts in the face of difficulties or opposition.

Yes.

Bring it on.

We can handle it.

Can you?

Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.

A oneness. A singular-ness. Servitude that serves.

Have this mind among yourselves. Not cluttered with your “stuff” you use as projection violence or facaded difficulties when faced with a worthy opponent. If you practice sin you are destined to be a slave to sin.(wk)

Perhaps now you are wishing you have or had set your personal “stuff” straight. Before. By “now”.

We are sorry it took you so long to see the light. Really. Best wishes to you and yours of and sharing the plates of your futures together.

We tap out.

We are out.