No!! Nope!! No!! Nope!! And other atmospheric gestures.

May the road rise to meet you.

The wind be ever at your back.

May the Lord hold you in the hollow of his hand.

The power of reason lies within the power to say “No”.

Not gonna happen.

Growing pains do not only hit us in adolescence.

Nope.

They come around at other times of life too.

What goes around comes around.

The biggest lesson to remember.

Nope.

We cannot all get along.

How will you know where to spend your efforts, spend your time.

You will know.

And.

When it stops working.

For them.

For you.

You will know some more. 😬

Pawning the life of others in an attempt to pawn the life of others.

Involves a special kind of hypocrisy.

Hypocratic hypocrits usually kinda look the same.

Imposters.

A little crooked.

A lot of doubt held in the core. Core being.

A look of pepticity on their face.

Tentative to call it a day.

What once leads a person, community into an epidemic of hypocrit proportions, is not the one or one’s who lead them out. Of the hypocrites community.

Sad. True. Who knows really?

Nope.

You are on your own.

But.

You already knew that.

Long ago.

Abandoned.

Like a dilapidated building.

Saving the life of one, rolling their life into a “plan” of another and

BINGO, we have societal production.

’Cept we don’t.

The foundation too rocky.

Too built on lies. Innuendo. Fake promises.

Nope.

Common suffering creates common bonds.(sq)

Well.

Maybe.

Yes.

Persons are the resources upon which we learn.

About one another. Faults. Failings. Math abilities. Or not.

They can also be the result of our inability to say “No.” “Nope”.

I wanna keep trying with the innocence of a child.

When in all factuality, the adulting of an adult must take precedent.

Profitting off the misfortune of others requires the stamina of integrity. To do quite the opposite. When it becomes too easy to do.

Do you have what it takes?

Perhaps you wish you had done a few more push ups and burpees. Like yesterday.

Let’s just call it Life Repair.

Stay out of mine, and I will stay out of yours.

If only life were that simple.

Cafe’ Repair = Life Repair. Not everyone is down, or up, with the liquidy stuff served at the local Starbucks……Personally, I find the experience at this Cafe’ exhausting, not entirely bonding, and the offerings sub par….. to say the least. Not my kind of Life Repair.

I prefer the raw stuff. The crude. The barbaric even. The sand paper.

Life repairs say, in a new town called Vulgaria. Wherein folks here have a past, but their future leaves behind that which was never admitted to be true. Life repair in Vulgaria is tough. And honest. Me and my pre- frontal cortex like it here. Unencumbered by the roll-over mentality of spiffy-ness. Of, Can’t we all just get along?

No.

Nope.

There are, of course, positive exceptions. To everything in life. Life repair does the one smart thing, the only smart thing.

It starts somewhere.

Is less concerned about where.

Is all ears when it hears a player hide behind another player.

And replies.

No.

Nope.

Not gonna play.

Precariously note taking along the way the way in which our minds are or can be bent and broken to the point of disarray.

Knowing that the person or persons who have your back, won’t sneak up on you or yours either. And stab you there too.

Here in Vulgaria. The machine room used to be called a gym. Not a fitness center, not a wellness center, a pick up joint for some maybe……..cutting off like ischemia of one and IV-ing it to someone “better”. causing a cascade of me in place of we.

Free.

Radical.

Yep.

Exist in Vulgaria.

It got to this desperate point because too little freedom was able-y fought for. In the majority of persons. In the minority of persons. And what some smell as a rat, others smell as an opportunity……

Depends on the smell, I guess.

It is a condition known as adulting.

Or so I thought.

Wait to live.

Wait to die.

Whose hand will be holding on to who or whom when the last breath is coming?

I heard a rumor. Started by a jealous person, of course, In old town or new town of Vulgaria we will being using corn to run our cars. I guess I must say goodbye to my favorite snack so I can get from here to there, you know, back and forth. Saddened immensely by this prospect. Of giving up my favorite snack.

One could say I am addicted to it. The pop-filled joy of the experience. But, no worries, I will go on. Without it. The crunchy pleasure, the noise. I will survive. The pleasure center of my brain may take a hit. But at least I will have some wheels. And my insides will thank me too. Maybe not my liver…….🥚🍳.

The sadness comes.

The sadness goes.

The hopes and dreams.

That once were.

Are now staring as reality in the face of reality.

Hummingbirds float free of time.

I think I’ll try that for awhile.

The good news.

They are strong and busy, but not too busy to swoop down at a moments notice to let you know they are “around”.. They like to check on their friends… to make sure their aura is doing ok. They carry our hopes for love, joy and celebration.

Time will tell.

As it always will.

Always does.

The little tiny flyer brings us daily reminders. What a powerful little being! Life Repair: Life is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection has meaning and laughter is life’s sweetest creation.

Legends.

Legend of the hummingbird causes us to open our eyes.

Open our eyes.

To the wonder of the world.

Inspires us to open our hearts to loved ones and friends.

Friends we did not even know that we made along the most recent desperate time, most recent desperate times.

The little tiny flyers float in and check on life in Vulgaria often. They do so because of their expert talents, maneuverable flight, exceptional metabolic capacity, sensitive visual and communication ☺️ abilities, and long-distance migration is some experimental species.

Without a word spoken.

And with

Monumental understanding and abounding bounties.