Zipit. PII and Private Eyes, Secrets and Lies

Will the first to admit they have lost their edge, please stand up.

I didn’t think so.

When you know.

You know.

A Coward.

A coward. The modus operandi of a coward: Continually operate in a way, a mindset way of hiding behind one another. Avoiding the “out in the open” mindset and mentality.

They could just ask for help. For serious help.

However, they choose the alternative.

Which is insidiously counterproductive. Sadly, very sadly cowards seldom learn the right way. To learn.

Their patterns repeat themselves as well as the lame excuses.

Strength is not in their repertoire.

Meanness is.

Bluffing is at the top of their list of self and so called positive actions too.

And they will use these tactics to THEIR heart’s content.

Not yours.

Heart’s content.

What a coward really needs is an attack on their heart.

A heart attack.

To wake them and shake them up. A lot.As in yesterday.

We may as well admit that when a person gets away with “stuff” for so long one of two things may happen: They THINK they are infallible. “You can’t touch this kinda bombasticness”.

They have been puffed up for far too long. So puffed up—like a delicious Cheeto— for so long the only way out is well,

Out.🤮

Crunchy and delicious for a time.

Smothered, crumbly and bottom of the bag when it counts.

When it counts.

And. it counts every minute of every day.

Every minute of every day.

Per dime.

Per diem.

Perhaps the coward simply does not care to admit it. They lost their courage. Choices are called choices for a reason.

To give the benefit of the doubt, maybe they are incapable. That is a stretch. But hey. A giant heart is a giant heart.

For some that can be a positive. For others, not so much.

Or. Another tactic is pretending their “all that and a bag of chips” stash is just that.

All theirs.

Perhaps their parents, guardian, or who and whomever in their village failed to teach them that there are rules. Never taught, failed to have been to share properly. Let’s call it:

”The Hoard Accord” Good for me, but not good for you. Because in my world, you are not good enough, you are not what what I need, so you are going down chump. Goin’ down hard.

Chump.

When one lives in their “world”, A cowards’s world, how is survival even possible?

Great question.

Three pieces of advice. Worth repetition:

Zipit.

Zipit.

Zipit.

Stay on your toes.

Stay on your toes.

Stay on your toes.

Lock it up.

Lock it up.

Lock it up.

Lock it up? Whatcha know? about them and then throw away the key. Far, far, far away.

Oops. A fourth and possibly most important, perhaps may replace one of the above.

Stand alone.

Choose friends wisely.

Carefully and all that stuff.

Secrets and lies have a way of destroying.

And they will.

Seek and destroy.

Person who live on the ship of lies will go down with their ship.

Hop off deck quickly. Faster than quickly. Like.

Yesterday.

Stand alone.

Stand alone.

Stand alone.

Cowards have an insidious way of multiplying right before our eyes in a nanosecond. A nanosecond. And they take on a life of their own, on the fields and dreams of our lives.

They smugly snicker while they gobble another snickers and pass the deliciousness off on you in a multitude of ways—and hide the damage in a multitude of ways—A sharing of “The Hoard Accord”.

Sometimes it holds its place in name only. But to join “The Hoard Accord”is dangerous business. Their ball and chains run heavy and deep and far and wide.

Did I mention that their chains run “far and wide”. Remember that when one approaches you with a sideways smile and a welcoming gesture of open arms best to turn briskly and run as fast as you can the other direction.

As fast as you can in the other direction. And if I failed to impress upon you the importance of good training. I will do so again.

And by the grace of Gods, do NOT “ Wave” back.🫵🏻👋🏻

Better get out of there and exercise your right to your own life sooner rather than later. No body else is gonna “take care of it” I promise you that. And that is a promise I do not care or want to make to you or anyone.

I like you.

I really like you.

Now get up and get moving.

I refuse not to move.

I chose being the hands and feet of you and others a long, long, long time ago. And my feet feel super good, super fine and ready walk on and walk miles.

For you.

But if and only if you are a non coward.

The non coward.

The one NOT afraid to admit they saw something and did not say anything.

Remember a good portion of the population has a camera phone and I am willing to guess you do too. No matter how you smashed it to smithereens, or launched it into the bottom of an endless cesspool of your friends’ water holes.

I do not think your friends and my friends will ever get along. We have too many philosophical “differences”. And that is one thing my guess is that you know how to maneuver and manipulate quite well:

Differences.

As for me and my house.

We will serve another “Guy”.

The Good One.

A Good Guy.

A Good Boy.

A Good One.

A Good Man.

and yes.

He is a man.

Sorry if that burst your bubble

Your Cheeto.

Or whatever.

When the lips are sealed. The Cheeto cannot slip through anyway. So there is a start. A good start.

So get to work.

On you and your stories, excuses, whatever you may call your life.

Please leave mine to me. Imperfections, faults and all and my stuff.

If you would have ever cared, you would have cared.

Now you are just acting with”The Hoard Accord” and cowards.

Get to work and do the hard work.

So work the honeybees,

Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach.

The act of order to the peopled kingdom.

The singing masons building roofs of gold;

The poor mechanic porters crowding in their heavy burthens at his narrow gate.

Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate.

Perhaps now the coward wishes to have chosen the path wherein a good person was showing them the way. All along.

The real way.

The better way.

The best way.