The Ultimate Scavenger Hunt

One day, long ago I accost the question . . . “What are you looking for?  Well, whatever it is that you seem to be looking for, I hope you find it soon.” Ten years later, I became reminded of this allegation.  I never really gave it much thought then, but now, I ask myself, 'am I really suppose to be looking for something?'  Will I know what I am supposed to be looking for?  And so I wonder, what happens when you find that something? Is it supposed to make you happier?  Are you supposed to feel complete?  Have I been incomplete all along?

An arising abundance of motions regarding this simple statement leads to more demurral.  So here I am, pondering, wasting time as I am stuck.  Or am I really?

As it seems from where I sit today, with all of what 'life' has brought me, there still strives to be a larking sense that I have yet filled my prophecy regardless of what it may entail.  I am curious if others have spent this much time searching for the answer.  And who knows, maybe writing this is fulfilling my prophecy. After all, just letting someone else read this embarks something new and unknown, as I have no clue where this could end.

Finding there really is no sense of direction, makes me think that with the morals and beliefs instilled in us since birth, that this should be the place to start looking, to search for a clue that maybe I have overlooked.  But this maybe a lost cause as you can't change the past, only future stars.  So if the past makes me who I am today, along with the ideology of looking for something, does this make me a lost soul?  Was my purpose altered by lack of influence, just as it was altered by the inducement of a peculiar, less fulfilling influence? Alterations are everywhere and we can't really dwell on them as we would never get further in the journey of searching for another clue to my life's most mysterious question.

On the other side, if I gave up the quest for my purpose, would I been wasting time?  Would this lead to a path of non-self-fulfillment?  I wrote this question, I had to stop, as this seems to be an oxymoron.  In that, if I wasn't given the idea that I needed a purpose, I would have never wasted my time, nor even considered searching. Therefore, this is all just an illusion. And maybe it’s just a means to get to another place, without having to stumble upon it. 

But, if your pilgrimage entails stumbling, can you still lead with a purpose unbenounced to the conscience? Yet, if you are fully engulf in the search you seem to miss out on just being, or rather going with the flow. Either way seems unreasonable.  As I have set goals and completed them, and also live for the moment with no thought or care.  Both seem to be missing the other. This leads me to believe that I should have a purpose as I live as a free bird.  Yet one can only be so much of a free bird when you are expected be to participate in what appears as the ultimate scavenger hunt!

Long Time No Bloggy

Blogging seems so short lived with the birth of my facebook page. In which that to I became a whore.  But I need not worry as this happened to the best of us.  So what exactly should I ramble about?  Life seems so different yet the same characters are connected.  So I really have nothing cuz all I really want is to be dingalishously vibed and that seems to never happen anymore.  Nor the 68ing or even the 70ed for that matter!

Oddity

A Life's High. Just Being. Existing precedences. Engendered without lore. Conquering all fickle dogma. Playing tricks on habit. Egoism erudite. Alteration a must. Correction of as they say. Not possible. ???? Abiding darkness in a windy walk, tasting dopey, and appeased. Never ending everlasting. Can it be?

Low lives. Beatitude rapport. Conforming. Placid. Weirdness in my eyes. Haze on the brain. Enslavement at every corner. Depress despondency for non to witness. Stealing from the thief.

Happy to help. A volunteer judge. All the age of 23.

Rebuilding store front windows, picturesque views. Accomplishment undisguised. Peeking while peaking. Possible. ??? Playing moods. Hiding in the hall.

Life without SEX

I cant even imagine, can you? Maybe the only possible way would be to never have been exposed, I suppose. But hell I've known about the birds and the bees since I was a youngster. LOL. I learned quickly that this was at the top of my list of favorites. So for me, I can remember at time I disliked it, but maybe that was the other person's lack of knowledge on the subject, or maybe it was just that person's lack in general.



But seriously, if one had sex, can they live without it again? Or rather live happily without it? I can not think the last time I went without for longer then 24 hours. oh and if porn counts, then it would be at least every 10 to 12 hours. But I not bragging, I am just curious, is this normal? I know that I am married and have no worries, but I wasn't always married and never went without. Oh, wait . . . does that make me a whore?



I mean when it comes to the rest of the population, ha ha well what is left, doesn't everybody get too deep? Doesn't everybody hurt themselves? Apparently, NOT. Maybe I am the crazy one.



Maybe this is just one more thing to add to my list of addictions. Man that list just longer everyday. Maybe the idea of addition is happiness, maybe I am crazy. But either way, I am content.



Maybe moodies just need to be sexed deep and hard, while others need soft and sensual but not matter how it happens, they need it. Sex is the answer to a moodies tude. So next time you are moody you can remember that you just need some sex. So is porn part of sex, I mean I know it's an act of sex, but does it relieve tension like the actual act would?

Porn, it's not for everyone. But I like it. I like that I can with it anywhere, in front of anyone, without privacy. Yet they have no clue!!!! I find humor in some of it and 70 it to all those who appreciate it. But I'm bored with it. I need to be 68ed. I share with you and plug great webites. I know I haven't found them all, I realize I emailed you a list, a page length list, but nonetheless, there has to be more. GET BUSY!!!

But seriously, I haven't looked at any in a long time, so maybe there will be new stuff, I should go check!!! I would have plugged but I'm not pissing up to par this morning after all it is 10 am and I've already got porn on my brain.

BuT I may never truely understand this withdrawl from fanastic sex, but I know I could live without it. Its a staple.

Only wishing to be 68ed!!!

That's right, as the title speaks for itself. In case you are wondering what 68 stands for, it means the u d o me and I'll owe u 1. LOL. Well as sex maybe the first thing that pops into your mind, that is the last thing I'm looking for. Anyways, I'm still here bored out of my mind, wishing for something to do. Wishing someone would cure my boredom with something to look at, something to look up, something to play with. Anything!! I gladly entertain when I get an IM that says "I'm bored". I forward stupid stuff, serious stuff, games, and yes even good porn. Whatever the mood, i send happiness. Now damn it, someone send me shit!! I'm good for it. And I also deserve it. I starting to fell like a whore.
HA HA, I mean in the sense that I provide free Internet boredom relieving fun with out due payment, thus whoring in a sense. Take another logic, Wouldn't the saying, "a penny for your thoughts," indicate that if someone actually paid you for thought, would that make them a prostitute? So if you provide free information, that would make you a whore. Therefore, in the same thinking, that is what I have been doing, but now I'm beginning to believe that I have been 70ed for to long. And now deserve to be 68ed.

And that's what I have to say about that. :)

Errr matey

Yes I pirate my words from you

Pissing Excellence

Hm, I think, as this is a new phenomenon for me. So I cogitate if anyone actually read these, I wonder if I could piss as much excellence as the next blogger. As I sit here surrounded in strangeness of both yours and mine. Does any of it matter? Can one "piss excellence" (in the words of fellow peers)? Further more, can you buy this from someone? Would that be perplexing if one walked up to you and asked if you had any for sale? I'm sure like anything else, this can be accomplished. Eccentric I know, but let's face it, does my thought matter from yours. Maybe its a compulsion to be different from you. As this is a passion almost, both to "piss excellence" (a conforming ideology) and be addictively irreplaceable concurrently. After all when it comes to blogging that seems to be the logic, plus its just another way to keep tabs on someone else thoughts, so to speak. Out there fully exposed.



This idea of conforming, it's competitive and yet rebellious, all the while, addictive. Addiction is strong and concurs my pure existence as it consumes my inventory. Having cataloged a position of high ranking, can it be dribbled out, just as it oozed in? People watching has shown that possible it can with some true inner revolution. On the outside, watching some stranger swagger down the hall, it obvious, but (oh wait, I'm not suppose to use but), Hm, on the contrary, the swagger prance is oblivious. Oblivious to his outer bulge. As each man's bulge is different, I must admit. I'm not speaking of sexual, although I might have to ponder this idea as well, because there again carvings arise. Anyways, do you, or rather, can you realize your own dependence?



At most I piss a good 90% excellence, yet it's still not good enough. I try to be good at it. I try to hide it as well. Masked by addiction, covered in ignorance. Can I alter this? Do I want even want to considering it works for me. And the more comfortably blunt I become, others become seemingly strange. As your strangeness is my fuel to piss, I pound away. Oh hold the keyboard, can you overdose on excellence. HA HA that would be a great news headline: Breaking News . . . this just in . . . Bacaw just died from an overdose of excellence in his piss. HA HA Nah, that's just silliness huh? But might make the news more interesting. Maybe the front page of some local newspaper could read, "I put my chicken in a box for you" (yes I still on this). Nonetheless, this too could never happen. HA HA Yet my dream of writing, or rather my horoscopes implication has brought me here, blogging about randomness that makes little sense, is sort of way to publish my goods, yet I urn for true publication, verification, and some how revenge.

Its a jobby take back world

As a recent graduate from a univeristy with a Bachelor's in Economics as well as a Bachelor's in Gov't & Public Affairs . . . I have been searching for a career and well Today I get a phone call for an interview to become a financial advisor, in which I will leave the companies name out, for the moment anyways. But however, I had also received a rejection letter a month ago from the same company stating they "wished to no longer persue" my resume and application. Thinking, figures, I blew it off and burned with the rest of the trash, until today. I asked why they decided to revisit me? After all I was rejected once, is there noone else? So are they are going to interview those who are not quite up to the expectation of this company? Well apparently, the lady (non-english speaking) decided that after she set up an interview with me, that she would be a take backer, and take back the offer. Fine with me! But later in this day, actually it wasn't even five minutes past, I recieved an email from the exact same lady . . . only to have the emial say and I quote . . . "Thank you for your interest in the Financial Advisor position with "COMPANY WITHHELD". Please hold on to my contact information for future reference. My toll free number is . . . " So I'm confused. How can you offer someone an interview and then take it back and then email them and aske them to hang on to the contact info? After all this, I'm pretty sure my interest in that company is all gone.

A Political Speech?

Today my horoscope said I should be a political speech writer, so I thought I would test this idea and see if I have the goods to produce excellence. Or at least create some joy to the day of boredom. So without further a due=

Everyone to the left, everyone to the right. . . Please join me in the "mushy middle" to unite under this changing state . . .
Lets lead by example to un-mush this pottage middle as one gargantuan amalgamate of ideals, so that everyone on bottom can take pleasure as much as those who akin on top. . .
Those on top should be plateful in patriotism.
Those on bottom should conquer "the box in a box".
http://www.stupidness.com/boxinabox.htm

And all this can be possible if we can piss excellence. So to do that, everyone imagine the United States as a colossal wine barrel stuff with enough pork to satisfy even the persnickety and they too could enjoy the "bridge to nowhere". After all thats where we are are headed if our industries let desirably green patents expire, so that Japan can buy them up and produce green right here in our very own barrel with our own design in which we now longer have access to. Is this because we are soaked up just as much wine with our pork?

So with discontent of our economic stablity, there seems to be a McPain in the nation's Obama and everyone is need of a bailout, or at least a Blunt of pottage. There is hope.

With a loftier perspective and a visionary who can foresee future social trends, I search for group harmony and sexier politics. These can become realistic but only if I have your espousal.

What puzzles me may not alarm you, but I assure you that I must keep trying (to alarm or ponder my puzzles). As there is more of this speech that must be posted . . . your input is desirable.