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Wednesday, November 9, 2016-2018

 

Anti-prejudice women laws, or anti-prejudice gay and lesbian and transgender and transsexual laws, or open “Free Trade” markets, or Monopoly regulations, or EPA expansion, or universal free healthcare, or universal free Higher Education, or gun regulation laws, or anti-brutality police regulations and laws and anti-gun violence regulations and laws against black men and other minority citizens and civilians, or free childcare, or increase taxes on the wealthy 1%, or friendly environmental laws, or free early childhood classes, or free public school lunches, or ending this 16 year long warfare in the Middle East and redistributing funds to veterans’ welfare and educational infrastructure, or immigration reform, or rightly so turning corporations back into what corporations are which is institutions rather than lending a false identity to corporations as individuals, or no oil pipeline through the Midwest’s heartland, equal pay for equal work, single payer healthcare system, or raise the minimum wage to $21.00 (twenty-one American dollars) hourly rate per increase (“hike”) of annual inflation in the markets according to Mr. Bill Moyers’s information and research, or voter suppression laws, or free media without politicians’ threats or bullying or intimidation against the Free Press’s journalists’ or reporters’ lives who must get home in-time for supper and a bedtime story, or modern American infrastructure such as public libraries and public arboretums and public gardens and public sculpture gardens and public solariums and atriums and public planetariums and public graveyards as safe municipal services to all American private citizens and civilians or, or, or…etc.

 

          Literary Disclaimer: Writing is creative literary arts. Writing isn’t real. Writing isn’t any type of psychological test. Writing isn’t conversation. Writing isn’t spoken word. Writing isn’t speech giving. Writing isn’t lectures. Writing isn’t talking. Writing isn’t actions. Writing is thoughts written down to convey logic and reason. Writing isn’t “witchcraft.” Writing is letters, punctuation and grammar.

 

          “Constructive criticism” feedback is for when in person or for critical papers written in school or for newspaper critics whose jobs are to write critiques about the culinary arts or the arts or films and for “writing workshops’” roundtables. Content is creative writing. Writing isn’t erratic since writing isn’t a person. Writing is ideas and thoughts and opinions. Writing is consistency to practice writing. Writing is work. Writing English is a task de jour.

 

          My main Literary Goals:

 

          To write with the Queen’s English.

 

          To write as closely as possibly to “Dead White Males” otherwise writing isn’t considered any good.

 

Writing isn’t Speaking

 

          Modern speech is modern.

 

          Modern speech is authentically empathetic.

 

          Speaking isn’t writing.

 

          Talking isn’t writing.

 

          Discussion isn’t writing.

 

          Conversation isn’t writing.

 

          Creative writing is creative in nature.

 

          Mother Nature is cruel at best.

 

          Writing is after the fact.

 

          Writing isn’t any crime.

 

          Writing’s any discipline.

 

 

Wednesday, October 17th, 2018

 

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No mature man “in his right mind”

Ever follows any women to their car.

 

No, Minnesota. No.

Stay back Minnesota filth.

 

To follow any woman to her car is considered

“Sexual Harassment.” Yep.

To corner a woman is downright dirty fighting.

 

Ok, Minneapolis, the attorneys are on my side.

 

Ok, allow me to go slang Ebonics on yo’ asses

 

Yep.

Yup.

 

The Big hotshot Boston and Minneapolis attorneys

Have equally granted me the “green light”

To train while I “form run”

carrying two literal

wrench tools for self protection

From random violent Caucasian Minnesota men

Upon the streets of Minneapolis, MN

(Specifically and literally the Caucasian drivers.)

 

 

Yes, I played beach volleyball growing up.

I grew up on the literal beach.

Of course, I know how to play volleyball.

Please. Back away now while there’s still a chance

For your Minnesota’s survival

 

Don’t ever fucking touch me.

Don’t ever lay a hand upon my person.

Next Stop Karate.

 

For the past 20 years,

N.Y.C. pedestrian assholes and

Portland, Oregon hardcore political activists,

the West Hollywood, Los Angeles Skateboarders,

the South Boston urban pedestrians

and the West Bank Minneapolis bikers

Have all been telling me

to carry a heavy duty bottled water

then at anytime any asshole manic MN driver

so much as nearly runs over any

pedestrians, bikers, runners, scooters, skateboarders

then to take the bottled water container

and slam it as hard as possible

upon the hood of any car.

Really? Ok. Cool.

 

What’s a judge going to say:

 

“Wait, let me get this right?’

 

Moron, you almost ran over three pedestrians

and you’re worried about property damage

to your outdated hick truck. What a loser.

 

Now, because I played volleyball for years

The tips of my fingers are steel with a vice grip

 

Now, if I wanted to literally crush any volleyball with

my bare hands then I recollect I probably would.

 

Now, if I wanted to leave a huge fucking fist size crater

On the hood of any car then I recollect I probably would.

 

However, I know how to get

the most sound out of the palms of my hands

with loud taps.

 

However,

If I wanted to punch through cheap

Automotive plastic then I recollect I probably would.

I haven’t yet. Ha lol lol lol

 

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“Minnesota Assholes”

Is the new slogan for

“Minnesota Nice”

 

Twin Cities, MN

Please, become acquainted with

A film by the tile of:

“Skateboard Kitchen”

 

This is the Oscar 2019 Winner

Otherwise, the Academy requires new talent

 

Ok, Minneapolis, if you brought it, then bring it, bitch

 

Ok, allow for me to go Ivy League modern chic bitch

 

All I know is the East Coast to be true and real

 

All I know is Minnesota to be full of violent posers

 

          As for the “City of Minneapolis” specifically the dark navy blue trucks are filled with incredible and amazing city employees. I see you out there “busting your humps” each day. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’m grateful. I appreciate it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

 

          As for the Caucasian maintenance city contractor asshole in his white truck driving around like a dickless wonder this morning while arrogantly distracted on his cell phone: Well, this asshole almost and nearly ran over two Somali brothers crossing on the sidewalk directly in front of the driveway adjacent to The Hard Time’s Café.

 

          For nearly killing the two pedestrian Somali men I hate this fucker asshole moron.

 

          This motherfucker was on the phone when he ever so arrogantly took over the whole fucking sidewalk and in his lost dream world of a wet dream for cell phone ejaculation, he nonchalantly looked over us pedestrians like we were a fucking trite inconvenience to him. What an ass wipe.

 

          An arrogant ass wipe with no real skill or talent except to assert his power and dominance over people of color because he probably can’t even mow his lawn in a straight line.

 

          Now, this because I wouldn’t agree with this asshole’s point of view then he called me a “retard” to my face. OMG. What a fucking creep.

 

          Not only did the asshole follow me to my car to yell at me after he nearly got us killed then he called me purposely called me a retard to my face. I don’t think anyone has ever called me a “retard” to my face. I ought to have jumped through the fucking window and grabbed him by the fucking throat and beat his sorry ass into a bloody pulp, Boston gutter punk style.

 

          Then the asshole told me to take my medication because I still wouldn’t agree with the motherfucking cunt ho of a Caucasian dickless wonder.

 

          OMG. I ought to have fucking crushed his Adam’s apple or at least ripped out an eyeball. You know I want fucking restitution for the justice of women of color.

 

          Now, look fucking Minnesota posers, I already put in my one year of volunteer psychiatric evaluations and passed them all with “flying colors” plus I was immediately taken off any anti-psychotic drugs on May 14th, 2018.

 

          Minnesota, you’re looking at a natural Wo-Man. Yep.

 

          After the asshole drove away, I wept hard and loudly for the entire West Bank to hear my cries from sheer terror and fear of random violence against women of color.

 

          Now, I’m not any type of physical fighter, however. I’ve got a “sailor’s mouth” on me because I grew up sanding wooden boats in marinas and I know how to utilize linguistics quite well. Yep.

 

          Minnesota, you make me tired of your stupid bullshit.

 

          Minnesota, I need a one way plane ticket out of here, however. Unfortunately, I’ve got legitimate art broker business to conduct until August 2020.

 

          Minnesota, I’ll always be on your side, however.

 

          Minnesota, you’re just a bunch of fucking cattle rather than human. Move. Now. Otherwise, a human is only sheep or a herd of goats or cattle. Whatever.

 

          Minnesota, why aren’t you chic modern in attitude and tone?

 

          Minnesota, I’ve got you beat you stupid cunt ho motherfuckers.

 

          Minnesota, I’m Duluth, MN and Cambridge, MA’s skateboarding daughter.

 

          Minnesota, I represent Harvard, yo’.

 

          My peeps are the Ivy League and Wall Street.

 

          We know how to throw down like the athlete artists we are. Yep.

 

          Minnesota, you ain’t got shit on me. Nope. I live with thyroid tumors since October 2013.

 

          Minnesota, I’m living with thyroid tumors and I don’t give a shit what you think of me form running in my skinny jeans.

 

          Minnesota, I refuse to wear spandex or sport’s tights because I refuse to live with yeast infection.

 

          Minnesota, don’t you recognize a champion when she stands before you.

 

          Minnesota, do you need your ass whooped?

 

          Minnesota Caucasian male posers, you will respect women athlete working artists in residency. You will, motherfuckers. Yep.

 

          Minnesota, you’re so fucking violent lame assed.

 

          Minnesota, we’ve got you beat.

 

          Global domination, yo’.

 

          Peace.

          Always peace.

 

          Sending all of my love;

 

          Gabriel

 

Sunday, October 7th, 2018

 

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          7th Street Entry’s First Avenue’s “Danceteria.”

 

          Saloon.                                        

 

          Okay, I’m a Costa Rican lady and we’re taught to soberly leave the house at 12:00am to go dancing, however. I’m running behind schedule as always. What’s new? For the most part mostly people, who know me, know me to be a little turtle.

 

          No drugs or alcohol, thank you. I’m in training for the next two years. Plus, I don’t do drugs or alcohol, anyway. I’m too cool for that shit.

 

          Okay, tomorrow morning I’m scheduled to cheer Twin Cities’ Marathoners.

 

          Church in the Bryn Mawr neighborhood at 10:00am sharp.

 

          Lunch.

 

          Harvard, MA flies in at 3:00pm. No showing off. Matter of fact.

 

          Dinner.

 

          Open Mic night starts at 10:00pm on the West Bank. Where's the comedian Mike Lester? Is he in LA? Minneapolis requires his presence. Minneapolis needs this man on the ground. Thnx, LA.

 

          Gabriel

 

Friday, October 5th, 2018

 

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Boycott Grandma’s Marathon 2019

Thank you.

 

          Prologue Note: The Sheraton in downtown Duluth, MN owes me some serious restitution exactly like the Geneva Convention.

 

          The Sheraton downtown Duluth, MN will house Bob Monahan and his offspring a thespian minor in a play to one of the swankest Sheraton suites for the duration of the next two years while I train then return to run and win Grandma’s 2020.

 

          My friends all know I’ll win with the body of an Indigenous woman because I’m too pissed off not to win Grandma’s 2020.

 

          I’ll win because I’m there to make a sociological point about culture and racism.

 

          Duluth, MN must bring down their LA food and drink prices because as of this Tuesday Duluth was a complete little shanty town with over priced foods and drink which weren’t even vegan organic.

 

          Don’t 10-5 me. I’m working on overdrive.

 

          Duluth, you spooked your thorough bread horse (me.)

 

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The Boycott of Grandma’s Marathon 2019

 

Please, I personally as one of Duluth’s daughters

Invite all of the

Foreign athletes of color

To

Boycott Grandma’s 2019

 

Subtly and slowly withdraw applications

Otherwise our athletes of color may be at peril.

 

Trust to boycott with me because Duluth, MN

Is a dangerous place for people of color

 

I’ll be running the Grandma’s 2020

 

Duluth, your athlete artist is checking in.

Duluth, lady runners in the house, yo!

 

Duluth, lady athlete artist in the house, yo.

 

Now, I’m not able to afford a coach therefore I’ll be forced to self train therefore I’ll be coming in with controlled rage.

 

At this point, I plan to run Grandma’s 2020 barefoot

Because it’s the only way I know how to run through

Jungle floors to collect mangoes or avocadoes or bananas. Ha.

 

Grandma’s 2020 I’ll be in the field.

My purpose in running is to get out

All of the hatred I have for MN for being such racist bastards.

 

I intent to dominate the field.

Actually, I intent to decimate the field.

I’ve been taught how to dominate the field

Therefore I’ll throw down.

Watch me, yo.

I’m no longer embarrassed about large breasts size.

 

Simply, I spent 12 days in Duluth, Minnesota,

Nearly died on more than one occasion

Because the racism is physically violent and rampant and brutal.

 

Duluth, no. No.

 

The greatest secret is I’m in love with Duluth, MN even though I’m too good for Duluth, MN. Yep. Yup.

 

Tuesday afternoon, I safely landed in Minneapolis, MN. The Hard Time's Cafe is the and always will be my first point of contact into the Twin Cities then I know I'm totally and completely safe.

 

The stats are out:

 

The two most racist cities in the United States of America are

San Antonio, Texas and Duluth, MN

Which my family happens to own properties in both places.

Bummer for people of color.

 

I’m telling you,

Life’s different and difficult when one’s a woman of color

Living in Minnesota and everyone wishes for you to lick the shit off their boots.

 

No, Minnesota, No.

Back, back, back, Minnesota.

 

Now, Duluth,

Don’t sit around feeling sorry for yourselves.

 

You won’t have much time to prepare for Grandma’s 2020.

 

Personally, I’m inviting the world to throw down with me in the field.

 

Duluth, we’ve got you beat.

 

Duluth, Athletes of color don’t like to be hated upon.

 

Okay, last thing.

 

At the age of 14 I begun to volunteer run

Sled dogs on the Gunflint Trail, Grand Marais, MN.

 

If one isn’t able to run 100 straight miles

Then one isn’t qualified to become a musher.

 

Now, on three different and separate occasions

I’ve run three one-hundred miles races.

 

I’m sorry to inform you, however.

 

Grandma’s is the least of my worries.

 

I’ve got serious deep muscle tissue stored in muscle memory.

 

When sled dogs run they have one pace and one pace only:

Fast.

 

I’ll be running Grandma’s 2020 the way we run sled dogs.

 

After 17 years of skateboarding:

Running Grandma’s will be a cake walk.

Sorry, Minnesota.

 

Don’t hate for too long,

We’ve got tons of work to get through

Before the world comes to my dad’s doorstep in Canal Park.

 

Umm, well.

It’s pretty simple.

Athletes of color, I’m told the men

Hold an hour long record for the twenty six miles. Ok.

 

Now, the Ethiopians, Somalis and Kenyans are tinny little runners, however. Duluth men hold the best form in the world. Duluth male runners are some of the sexiest and hottest men in the world.

 

Hands down and I stay as far away from them as possible since I’m an athlete artist rather than an athlete-athlete.

 

Now, being an athlete is: Well,

A lot of bodily fluid.

 

Being an athlete is gross.

 

Most definitely

I won’t hurt myself running

Because I’m a skateboarder.

 

Speedskating for six years,

Five hours per day was excruciatingly painful

Therefore I can’t imagine

Running being as terrible as speedskating.

 

I’ve got to find seamless running gear and running wear.

 

Thank you, Patagonia.

 

          Truly Yours,

 

          Gabriel

 

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Sunday, September 30, 2018

 

Bob Monahan

Friday, September 21, 2018 - Monday, October 3rd, 2018

         

          “Stop the Press.” (As far as the English expression is concerned.)

 

          Stop.

          Stop.

          Stop.

 

          Whatever there’s to be said about Bob Monahan… Well,

 

          Well, I step forward to set the record straight. Truly.

 

          American People are usually taught to think they don’t have any type of power in the world because our American culture teaches us to be small without a voice or power and I’m here to tell you this corrupt idealism is nothing except superstition.

 

          Well, I would know better than most of the populous in the world about Bob Monahan because I do.

 

                    Look: Duluth, MN I have nothing except respect and love for Duluth therefore let’s all “take a step back” and breathe. 

 

          The cool aspect about Bob Monahan is he has people who love him and care for him and look out for him and this is the gift of a life time.

 

          There’s nothing more comforting then stepping into a space and having the reassurance no one will physically attack another person.

 

          Well, tonight after the sun set I was sent to “break bread” with Bob Monahan’s peeps and it was a complete pleasure to share a peaceful common space with so many other wonderful people who know Bob Monahan quite well and are people who now know I love one of my dearest and oldest of friends.

 

          Now, Bob and I have been fighting since we were fifteen years of age.

 

          No, Bob Monahan’s not in love with me. No, absolutely not.

 

          No, Bob Monahan has absolutely no plans of any type to fall in love with me therefore there’s nothing more to be said on such a front.

 

          No, there’re no plans for me to fall in love with Bob Monahan.

 

          Now, let’s address some issues for which require to be addressed.

 

1.     Bob Monahan’s not any type of cocaine addict or cocaine dealer and I would personally know since I’ve on and off spent the week with Bob Monahan’s people. No, Bob Monahan and I hardly spent any time together this week for whatever reasons. It has been Bob Monahan’s village and city of folk who have supported Bob Monahan as the true and tried man Bob Monahan is.

 

2.     Ok, as for the Duluth, MN “rumor mill” about how Bob Monahan has been passing around STD’s to the entire of Duluth, MN female populations well, this isn’t true. I’m here to reassure the globe about how Bob Monahan has many rights to his privacy between Bob Monahan and the females Bob Monahan ever so privately chooses to have consensual sexual intercourse with.

 

3.     If anyone takes out Bob Monahan’s businesses then I reassure anyone as the Maya Gods are my witness I’ll take out whoever is responsible and I don’t do well with power struggles and bullshit because I’m too intelligent to know better.

 

          Yes, I intent to come back to Duluth, MN and set the service industry straight. Customer service is “everything.”

 

          Yes, I also intent to come back to Duluth, MN and 2029.

 

          Duluth, I must go to Los Angeles because Duluth, MN is one of the most dangerous places for me to frequent or visit.

 

            Duluth, MN I’ve always wanted to make a home here, however. It wasn’t possible.

 

          Tonight a group of peaceful black men broke bread with me and I understood the very reason why I love Bob Monahan.

 

          Allow me to reiterate: People not only look out for Bob Monahan.

 

          People also love Bob Monahan and his offspring and his parents and his siblings and his cousins.

 

          Aside from Bob Monahan there are two other members of Bob Monahan’s family for which I love and respect greatly.

 

          Of course, I love the entire Monahan clan, however. I’ve been lucky in life and I was sent three Monahan’s to be friends with and to love and to be loved in return.

 

          Believe it or not, I met one of Bob Monahan’s cousins, a neighbor of ours on Park Point, Duluth, MN from 1987 through today. Ha.

 

          Believe it or not, Bob Monahan’s older brother is also one of “my” best friends as so is Bob Monahan and there’s nothing anyone can do about it because the Maya Gods and Bob Monahan’s Ancient Ancestors brought us together.

 

          Look: Bob Monahan’s family literally saved my life and to this day I think nearly the entire clan still supports me as someone who is trust worthy of their respect and love.

 

          Simply, I don’t know how else to say this: I love the entire Monahan clan and if anyone speaks badly of them then I’m going to want to do some serious mergers and acquisitions. Yep.

 

          Literally, it has been Bob Monahan’s family who has saved my life countless of times. I stopped keeping count because what’s the point?

 

          Well, I mean Bob Monahan’s family are some of the best and most kind and direct and smart and intelligent and brilliant people I’ve ever come across hands down.

 

          What, people wish for me to pretend as though I don’t know people or human nature?

 

          Well, I’m here to tell you there’s no such thing as having to pretend because I know well enough to know better.

 

          Bob Monahan isn’t alone in the world.

 

          For whatever reasons, I’m not alone in the world either.

 

          Look: my solo vacation wasn’t a vacation about loneliness and sadness and other aspects of life.

         

          My September 2018 vacation to Duluth, MN was about poise and grace and athletic power. I’m a wo-man. Does anyone understand what the spelling and enunciation of wo-man means? Yep.

 

          No, I don’t hate anyone or anything. Nope.

 

          No, I’m not a hater. No, I’m not. If you haven’t ever met me or Bob Monahan then people wouldn’t know we are Costa Rican pacifists. Correct.

 

          Absolutely not.

 

          Why on Earth would anyone think I would write or do anything from a place of hate? Has anyone seen me lately? Nope. Well, then one doesn’t have anything to say.

         

          Well, what is there to be said? Absolutely, nothing.

 

          In some ways I could almost stop here and be quiet, however. I really don’t know what to say other than to go forth and spell it all out because there isn’t anything much else to be done or to be said.

 

          Duluth, MN before we go on.

 

          Duluth, MN we grew up as friends and friends we shall remain because thus is life.

 

          Ok, Goodbye.

 

          Yours Truly,

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,091

 

Monday, September 23rd, 2018

 

“.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Terrestrial (of the land, earthly)

 

The teacher brought a terrestrial globe into the geography class.

 

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

 Dress.

 

Too Rich Dressing.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 321

 

If we were allowed to say anything to the ladies concerning dress in a dictatorial way, and were sure of being obeyed, we should order them generally to dress less. How often do we see a female attired in the height of sophistication along the dusty street, perspiring under the weight of her finery --- dressed, in fact, in a manner fit only for a carriage. This is very mistaken and absurd fashion, and such people would be astonished to see the simplicity of real aristocracy as regards to dress.

 

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

 

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Hi.

 

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Happy Sunday!

 

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Good Morning, Duluth, MN

 

A Love Letter to Duluth, Minnesota

September 23rd, 2018

 

Official Duluth, MN Vacation, 2018

(Friday, September 21 through Sunday, September 30th, 2018)

 

Friendships

Bad Duluth, MN Friendships

July 2017-September 2018

 

For twenty-five years,

My dad’s been telling me

To get new friends

No.

I like the friends I’ve got,

Even though they’re nearly righteously

Insolent, disrespectful and impertinent

 

          Okay, Duluth, MN vacation 2018 officially begun at 5:00a.m. On Friday, September 21st and I didn’t actually get on the road until the early morning hours at 3:00am.

 

          The pooch had stomach issues and throughout summer 2018 limped around. Oh.

 

           Well, last year I dropped $3,000 on my West Hollywood, Los Angeles, California vacation 2017.

 

          This year I’m dropping $3,000 on my Duluth, MN vacation 2018.

 

          The most expensive aspect to Los Angeles is the mere fact for which going out to eat at nearly any restaurant is extremely expensive yet people do it and openly and wholeheartedly Californians speak about how expensive food is to reassure themselves, the high cost of food is truly expensive.

 

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“A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed”

 

          No, I don’t require to be a friend in need.

         

          No, I’m not a friend in need and hardly ever have in any dire need of assistance or help through the been especially within the last

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, September 3rd, 2018

 

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Ok. Within the half an hour about to head out to the MN State Fair.

 

No worries. My aunt and uncle live within about a mile away from the fair grounds. All’s well. I’ll be looking for my neighbors and friends. Minnesota, I’m confidently flying-in solo. Let’s have fun.

 

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The Minnesota State Fair

2018

 

          Hello, Minnesota. Hi, dearest ones.

 

          As of right now I have petty cash on me, $100.00.

 

          “Ok, let’s play.”

 

          “Let’s rock ‘n’ roll.”

 

          “Nice and easy.”

 

          Personally, I’m going to attend the MN State Fair to possibly find my neighbors and friends from Minnesota and N.Y.C. and one lovely Georgia peach, the sweetest woman alive.

 

          Yes, I picked up all of the materials and didn’t read a single one.

 

          For all I know the MN State Fair has ended as I write this at 2:29pm.

 

          Minnesota, I’m not here to get rich or famous. I’m here.

 

          Minnesota, I’ve got a broken right hand side pinky toe and it shall always be broken therefore I must compensate for balance thus and alas I look a bit “awkwardly shy.”

 

          Minnesota, Yes, I’m sober (correction on language usage) and haven’t had a drop of alcohol today.

 

          Minnesota, I must head out and uphold to our none-romantic date with you.

 

          Minnesota, since May 14th, 2018 I’ve passed all of my gruesome psych evaluations and am now off the “hooch” (therapy) and have regained my freedom and most of my life back.

 

          Since June 2017 all assets in the hundreds of thousands of dollars are frozen to me.

 

~~~

Minnesota

 

          From the Northwest suburbs I’m going to drive to the Walker Art’s nearest parking lot and park and take a free bus to the MN State Fair grounds.

 

          Otherwise, once I get to the MN State Fair all I know is Ms. Georgia and Ms. N.Y.C. are at the “birthing center” and I’ve been told or commanded or demanded to find “cheese curds” and “Martha’s cookies.” Ok.

 

          Now, the only thing I’m interested in at the MN State Fair is a “clean water (H2O) (ha, correction) station which I’ll do my very best to find. Although, the Minnesotans have warned me I might get lost.

 

          Ok. If I were to get lost then I’ll be in search of snack food. I have $100.00 cash for this afternoon and if my money’s not good enough or doesn’t reach far then well, whatever.

 

          Are there fashionable tents or booths to purchase organic clothing already made for purchase?

 

          Are there couture organic farmers’ clothing fashion lines?

 

          Well, I don’t have any expectations.

 

          Let’s have fun. I’m contending with thyroid tumors and my health’s robust and ready to go.

 

          Now, Minnesota, I’ve got seriously badly injured and swollen feet therefore I’m going slowly as I walk and make my way through the world.

 

          Now, I’ve had a bout of stress therefore I’ve contended with cystic acne within the last two weeks. Please, don’t stare. It’s rude to stare.

 

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Minnesota State

 

          Minnesota, I’m told I smell bad, however. I only smell bad whenever gone camping in the woods.

 

          As of now I smell like Neutrogena and none perfumed lotion and Tom’s of Maine toothpaste and Tom’s of Maine deodorant.

 

          Minnesota, simply because I only have $3.39 cents to my name in the bank this doesn’t mean I don’t take care of myself because I’ve been taking care of myself my entire life.

 

          Minnesota, I work as a private butler and organic vegan cook and organically domestically clean for MN families in exchange for ridiculously expensive local organic vegan foods.

 

          Minnesota, I’m strictly heterosexual even though I dress like a Tom-boy, I’m extremely girly-girl to the maximum.

 

          Minnesota, let’s not have any “delusions of grandeur” since I’m not any celebrity or anyone “special” simply a paying patron and customer and not anyone who ever desires for any conflict of any type. For thirty years I’ve been known to run away from conflict.

 

          Minnesota, please, for the love of anything good and worthy in any of us, please, don’t kick me, or hit me or spit on me or forcibly grab me or shove me or throw glass beer bottles at me or throw food at me or touch my face or yank on my hair or scream or yell or berate me or lecture me or pin me down to the ground or inject me with 400MG of horse tranquilizer or don’t ever threaten to kill me by throwing hot oil in my face. No, Minnesota, please, no,

 

          Minnesota, whether you realize it or not I’m one of your very own responsible mature daughters who looks forward to eating at the table with the Minnesotans as we all peacefully get on together and with each other.

 

          Minnesota, I’m on your side.

 

          Minnesota, I love you even if you were to hate my guts for the rest of your life.

 

          Minnesota, first civility.

 

           Minnesota, I couldn’t find any work in film/television/writing production work therefore I’ve now begun to apply for jobs as far away as Hong Kong and India.

 

          Minnesota, I come in peace. I am at peace. I leave in peace.

 

          Minnesota, supposedly I’m told I’m extremely “awkwardly shy” and the least none threatening person alive.

 

          Minnesota, the East Coast informs me, supposedly I’m considered “Hemmingway” and it’s funny to see Hemmingway walk around and blend in and not ever be recognized or known while alive.

 

          Minnesota, I don’t ever consider myself Hemmingway. No way! Earnest Hemmingway was a partial literary demy-god. I’m human.

 

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Minnesota State Fair

 

          Ok. For an entire nearly two weeks I’ve procrastinated and stalled long enough therefore I got off the text and am fully showered and dressed and nearly ready to attend this year’s Minnesota’s State Fair 2018.

 

          At the time for which I make this specific “Captain’s Log,” or this upload or this diary entry or record or this journal entry or send this hyperbole of a literary example such as this “message in a digital bottle.” Ha. lol lol lol

 

          Please, understand I don’t hate anyone.

 

          Indeed, I’m one of many of Minnesota’s daughters whether Minnesota likes it or not.

 

          Indeed, since Monday, August 27, 2018 I’m now a self proclaimed not dating anyone as a “single” mature adult woman of 41 at the “prime of our lives” as Generation X.

 

          No, I’m not “asexual.” I believe in fun, love, unity, happiness, awesome communications and peace. Always peace.

 

          No matter what anyone says about my status on paper I’m “single” and not in love or dating a single human on Earth.

 

          Since Tuesday of week last I shan’t ever be owned by another human for as long as I live.

 

          Three years without married sexual intercourse is a brand or form of torture.

 

          No, I’m definitely not a monk and neither do I wish to be celibate forever nor do I wish to die as an “asexual.” No, please, no.

 

          Sex isn’t on my mind. Nope.

 

          “All’s well, ends well.”

 

          What’s on my mind is “conservation and environmentalism.”

 

          This summer 2018 I’ve been part time mature adulthood fasting amongst Muslim American families.

 

          No, I don’t ever starve myself.

 

          For twenty years the scientific research shows once people turn 40 then people more or less are told to “semi-starve” and drink more beer (no intoxication) in the second latter part of one’s life primarily to keep the organs well preserved and the body in great shape and condition at all times.

 

          Food is now considered a poison and one must be quite cautious of foods in general.

 

          Are there any organic vegan booths at the MN State Fair?

 

          Are there any “biodegradable” or “refurbishing” or “recycling” and “compost” booths at the MN State Fair?

 

 

          Yours Truly,

 

          Gabriel

 

 

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Friday, August 24, 2018

 

“I find humility a greater help to me than all of my fellow men.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Transcend (to pass over, to surpass, to outstrip, to rise above)

 

He was urged by his adviser to transcend the recent unpleasantness.

 

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 Dress.

 

Too Rich Dressing.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 321

 

If we were allowed to say anything to the ladies concerning dress in a dictatorial way, and were sure of being obeyed, we should order them generally to dress less. How often do we see a female attired in the height of sophistication along the dusty street, perspiring under the weight of her finery --- dressed, in fact, in a manner fit only for a carriage. This is very mistaken and absurd fashion, and such people would be astonished to see the simplicity of real aristocracy as regards to dress.

 

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          See you over the week of October 3rd, 2018.

          We’ll commence then.

 

          This blog tenure is almost over.

 

          Yes, my texts are considered memorandums.

 

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          Public Etiquette:

 

          “Gabriel, be cruel in public.” He said.

 

          Matt’s Bar is cool.

 

          The Chatterbox Café is as cool.

 

          Why do Minnesotans stand around like cattle?

 

          Yes, I only become a real New York City twat whenever dealing with fire hazards or the pressure to publically assimilate in the wrong manner.

 

          Yes, I’ve been advised to honk at Minnesotans who jump out into traffic or to literally hit the Minnesotans like dear then it’s their problem whenever pedestrians break the law and jump out into moving traffic like they have a death wish.

 

          Yes, I’ve been told to be cruel and mean in public otherwise the Minnesotans take advantage of me and cross my boundaries.

 

          Yes, I continually keep getting informed Bostonians are cruel and mean and I ought to also be cruel and mean whenever in public otherwise the Minnesotans won’t ever learn to be urban posh since the Mini-apple is here.

 

          Yes, I’m informed I’m neither an old woman nor old.

 

          No, I’m not an old hag.

 

          My friends like to point out I’m an old woman to make me feel bad about myself, however. I’ve been informed usually I’m the coolest person in the room. Thanks. I’m blushing.

 

          Although, this isn’t a real city. This is a town.

 

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          Minnesota Driving: August 2018:

 

          Okay, driving in Minnesota is the scariest thing in the entire world.

 

          Okay, getting in and out of crowds in Minnesota is exasperating.

 

          One of the main reasons I’m going home to Boston is to rent a car and drive in Boston. Yep.

 

          Ok. Watch out for bikers!

 

          Wow, cool scooters about town.

 

          Yes, I frequent downtown, Minneapolis, Uptown, Minneapolis, North, Minneapolis and Midtown and Lake Street.

 

          In 2020 I’ll return and make my personal come back to the theatre as a viewer and appreciator of theatre even though theatre is one of my least favorite art forms to observe since it’s live and in one’s face.

 

          Yes, my favorite creative medium to observe is to walk around museums and look and take in the sights and artifacts and paintings.

 

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          Pajamas in Public: (Is a no, no.)

 

          If at all possible then please don’t wear pajamas in public.

 

          Please, avoid the hassle.

 

          Ok. We’ve been helping nurse friends back to health.

 

          Yes, I meant to climb over the middle counsel of the car and take the driver’s seat still yet rather I made the mistake to get out of the car and walk around on the outside of the car and get into the driver’s seat.

 

          All I could do was own it and sport it.

 

          Yes, I was stared at and I deserve all of the stares. I would’ve stared also.                                           

 

          Yes, today I wore my gray long john bottoms to downtown, Minneapolis, MN with a proper Armani T-shirt and a proper black beaded cardigan sweater and navy blue socks and wore 2018 modern black plastic Birkenstocks.

 

          Yes, with modern fashion anything goes.

 

          Yes, people can wear braziers on the outside of their clothes.

 

          Actually, people can now wear braziers with clear see-though chiffon blouses showing off all the goods such as was the case in the 1980’s, 1990’s.

 

          No longer is there such a thing as a “matching outfit.”

 

          Please, for the love of all which is good, don’t match anything in one’s outfit.

 

          At no time is it proper to wear pajamas or a robe in public except when one’s Brit or as it appears or seems to be the case with modern Americans, 2012-2018.

 

          In the suburbs of the Twin Cities Metro Area people wear their pajamas to restaurants and to run errands.

 

          For six years, I’ve held off wearing pajamas in public, however.

 

          As the situation stands, we’ve been staying up with three friends who all have hair-line teeth fractures and require dental health assistance which are scheduled for this Monday at 7:45am in Minneapolis, MN.

 

          Personally, I’ve been advised to just once in my life wear my pajamas anywhere in public in the United States of America therefore and thus this morning I did wear my pajama long john bottoms to downtown, Minneapolis, MN and people stared hard when momentarily I stepped out of the passenger seat and into the driver’s seat and made the mistake to get out of the car.

 

          For some reason long john bottoms are way more comfortable than jeans.

 

          If it were up to me I’d come up with a clothing line made only to feel as though one’s in one’s own pajamas all day long yet professional looking or proper attired without looking as though one’s in one’s own pajamas since it’s embarrassing to go out of the house in pajamas. I did it! I witnessed. I wore my long john bottoms in public and I wouldn’t ever again do it. Ha. LOL.

 

          Now, about the none sexual assault movement to wear one’s own underwear or underclothing on mass transit: well, it’ll take me another six years to get up the courage to wear only my underwear.

 

          Oh, my. I’ll be completely embarrassed. I will. I’ll only do this with others as part of this social movement to stop sexual assault.

 

          Ok. Moving on. Our friends’ teeth are in severe pain.

 

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Fashion

Style

 

          No, I haven’t lost all sense of fashion or style.

 

          For thirty years friends tell me I’m the most fashionable person they’ve ever met.

 

          No, I haven’t lost my wits.

 

          No, I’m not dysfunctional.

 

          Yes, I’m hyper responsible.

 

          Yes, I’m held to a higher standard than most, however. I’m a regular citizen. I like to push social boundaries without breaking any laws.

 

          Yesterday, friends told me I’m definitely the most “awkward shy” person they’ve ever met.

 

          Yes, there’re houseguests about.

 

          Yes, three friends are dealing with hairline teeth fractures and cracked teeth without any dental healthcare insurance and it’s been a long three weeks and late nights with gravely infirmed friends. “We’re holding down the fort” while our friends manage severe teeth pain and continue to heal.

 

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Life’s Simple.

Money doesn’t mean anything.

Good health is everything.

Fun and laughter are important.

 

          A makeshift bucket list.

 

          Ok, my bucket list is simple.

 

          No, I’m not any type of simpleton, however.

 

          Yes, I’m simple in style, taste and fashion.

 

          Ok. Finally, after six years to get up the courage to wear pajamas in public I wouldn’t ever again do it.

 

          Ok, Now, I’ve also been advised to at least once in my lifetime litter the streets of America. I’m having difficulty with this one.

 

          Ok, on my bucket list I’m working up the courage to at least litter once within the next year (September 2018-Septemeber 2019) since this is considered an American “rites-of-passage” and obviously I’m far behind on my bucket list.

 

          Ok, next on my bucket list is to learn how to spit without any mess or getting the viral or fungal substance on me. Ha. Lol.

 

          Americans advise me there’s no reason to dress up and look nice because if I were to get pulled over by police then most likely any woman of color is likely to get raped or murdered therefore all odds are against me and there’s no reason for me to dress up since rape and sexual assault is about power and wearing pajamas is the greatest way to give any corrupt American system the middle finger for hurting, raping and murdering our American citizens.

 

          Next on my bucket list August 2018: The Minnesota State Fair.

 

          For six years I’ve been putting off Minnesotan and Georgian friends who patiently await my required presence to join them at the Minnesota “Great Get Together.” I told my friends and neighbors to please give me one decade to get up the courage to attend a massive public event with so many Minnesotans all gathered in one place.

 

          Either as a woman of color I could get gravely injured or assaulted or it could be the best time of our lives.

 

          No, I don’t yell. It won’t ever be me yelling unless something literally catches fire.

 

          Mostly anyone who knows me extremely well -- they know I get incredibly quiet and sit still without breathing for long periods of time since when one lives anywhere near jungles then in dire wildlife situations one must hold quite still and silent until a black panther or snakes which can eat people as large as five feet in tall pass by and all’s safe once more.

 

          A snake bite in the jungles guarantees immediate death.

 

          Yes, I’m telling you all: I’m not scheduled to be here. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m lucky I’ve made it thus far.

 

          Yes, whenever the situation calls for or lends itself to then I get frozen with fear. I do. No, I don’t panic per se. Simply, I go frozen. My friends laugh and make fun of me. Good.

 

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Semi Starved in Minnesota

August 2018

 

          For some reason August always seems to be the most impoverished month of the year in Minnesota.

 

          Yes, I’m considered “obese” for my height.

 

          However, mainly I’ve been living on the tastiest Target’s organic bread. Thank you.

 

          Mostly, I refuse to eat fried or trans fats in my foods therefore I’d rather pull over into any organic Co-Op and purchase bulk foods or snacks and go sit on a park bench or plaza or public gathering space (if there’s such a thing in America) rather than pay $20.00 for fast food or at a sit down restaurant.

 

          Whenever restaurants or fast food places switch over to fair trade, organics, local vegan, none fried, non-GMO, cage free, grass fed, no hormones and no antibiotics then I’ll enthusiastically become a champion consumer of goods and services and restaurants until then Semi Starved in Minnesota.

 

          Since many of Minneapolis and St. Paul’s children, youth and minors don’t have any bread to eat this summer then I’ve decided to go semi-starved in an effort to peacefully demonstrate for the rights of our minors.

 

          On and off summer of 2018 fasting hasn’t helped me lose any weight. If anything I’ve gained weight eating organic bread. I’ve cut out the butter although I’m in search of raw organic butter.

 

          As of right now I don’t have a single penny to my name.

 

          Yes, we were laid off.

 

          Yes, we lost health and dental and optical insurance.

 

          Yes.

 

          Life.

 

          Of course.                                   

 

          We’re not complaining on our empty stomachs.

 

          We’re fasting in prayer to Allah to bring relief to the Minnesotans.

 

          Yes, my passport’s still lost.

 

          Yes, all of my business has not been transferred to Minneapolis, MN.

 

          Yes, I must make it to New England, Massachusetts by the end of August when anyone goes home to the beach no matter what incest or rape or violence or misappropriation then people go home.

 

          If I don’t make it home then I’ll wait for next summer.

 

          Yes, I’ve been asked to become the silent partner to a trucking company. Thanks. I’ll think about it.

 

          Yes, since summer 2004 I’ve been under none disclosure agreement to edit Hollywood film scripts. No healthcare benefits.

 

          Yes, I’ve been invited to move and live in Germany. No, thank you.

 

          Yes, I’ve been invited to move and live in Barcelona. No, thank you.

 

          Yes, I’ve been invited to move and live in Los Angeles. Yes, thank you.

 

          Ok. Well, I’ve been invited to Los Angeles, Cali for Thanksgiving and Christmas 2018 and First Night 2019. Thanks. Looking into air flight fair. I’ll ship my luggage ahead of schedule and take shuttles since I refuse to drive anywhere in Los Angeles.

 

          As of August 2017 I’ve been asked to move in and become a platonic and none sexual roommate to a fashion designer in Los Angeles. Thank you. Considering the offer.

 

          Well, I won’t be able to afford to possibly ever move to Los Angeles, however. I’ve decided to keep an apartment in Los Angeles and probably will only be able to get away twice per year.

 

          Although, I’m looking at LA as a possible place for me to write.

 

          LA is a place where I can breathe and write.

 

          My residence is in the Twin Cities of Minnesota.

 

          However, my artist residency will begin in LA in August 2019.

 

          Nonetheless, I’ve considered to go in with a roommate while they live alone in the apartment then I’ll pay simply for the luxury to be able to go to LA on a moment’s notice and write for a long weekend or Holidays since I spend last Thanksgiving 2017 and Christmas 2017 alone then I’ve decided to take my friends up on the invitation and offer to spend time in LA as a long distance roommate. Ok. Thanks, I will.

 

          Of course, I keep up with LA news, current and cultural events.

 

          Well, hundreds of thousands of dollars in assets are frozen and economically I have nothing to my name. Ok. Personally, I hate money, yet necessary evil.

 

          My most unexpected millennial best friend for the past two years is moving back to Portland, Maine and I’ll miss his absence. We had a good three year run.

 

          Sigh.

 

         

          Yours Truly,

 

          Gabriel

 

          P.S. Yes, this summer I’ve had two serious marriage proposals by two serious individuals and naturally I said, ‘no.’

 

          Unfortunately, I turned down a marriage proposal from one of Hollywood’s as well as another proposal from a male friend.

 

          Yes, I’m heterosexual. I am.

 

 

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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

 

“My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Poignant (piercing, keen, distressing to feelings)

 

He experienced a poignant feeling of homesickness shortly after he left home.

 

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 Dress.

 

Appropriate and Becoming Dress.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 322-323

 

The most appropriate and becoming dress is that which so harmonizes with the figure as to make the apparel unobserved. When any particular portion of it excites the attention, there is a defect, for the details should not present themselves first but the result of perfect dressing should be an elegant woman, the dress commanding no special regard. Men are but indifferent judges of the material of a lady’s dress; in fact, they care nothing about the matter. A modest countenance and pleasing figure, habited in an inexpensive attire, would win more attention from men, then awkwardness and effrontery, clad in the richest satins and the costliest gems.

 

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          Life Notes: Let’s Spell It Out:

 

          No, I’m not a “creep.” Truly.

 

          No, I’m not a “f****** b****.” Truly.

 

          No, I’m not a “f****** c***.” Truly.

 

          No, usually I’m not an “a******.” Truly.

 

          Yes, I can be a complete and total “a******.” Truly.

 

          No, I’m not “sneaky.” Truly.

 

          No, I’m not “manipulative.” Truly.

 

          No, I’m not a “stalker.” Truly.

 

          Yes, I lean more towards the disposition to run away from any conflict.

 

          Yes, I’m remarkably direct. Truly.

 

          For twenty years my male friends have explained to me more or less the same things:

 

          Paraphrase:

 

          ‘Mainly, as intellectual men we call you terrible names to make you feel incredibly insecure about yourself. We love to watch you squirm. We purposely go out of our way to make you feel just as hurt as we feel when you do something we don’t agree with. We mean to hurt you and make you feel small and place you beneath us and make you apologize for things no one else ever has to apologize for except you’re such a kind and nice and good person then we want to make you feel hurt. We want you to hurt and we mean to hurt you. We’ll ensure you hurt whenever you don’t agree with us or don’t fulfill our basic emotional needs or stroke our egos or look after us. The main reason we’ll make you suffer is anytime you don’t agree with us. Don’t you get it. Most of us aren’t even worthy of your friendship much less worthy of your love. We don’t care about your acne or scarred face. We don’t care about your weight. We don’t care about your breast size. We don’t care about your dark skin color. We don’t care about your tumors. We’re in love with you. It’s your quirks and imperfections which are the height of your sophistication and beauty. Most of us are in love with you and you won’t ever know it or at least none of us will come out and say it. We know you won’t ever feel the same way about us so you’ll suffer for how we feel about you. Goddamn you.’ Is all for which is ever said in a nutshell. Sigh.’

 

          What a waste of time.

 

          No, I don’t go around falling in love with people.

 

          No, I don’t have any business falling in love with anyone much less my male friends.

 

          My male friends know they don’t stand a single chance to ever as much as be romantic with me in any way, shape or form.

 

          Personally, I see my male friends as fixtures more than sexual.

 

          Personally, my male friends are more like statues than human.

 

          Yes, I must place distance between my male friends and myself therefore I make sure I smoke cigarettes around them then I don’t ever smell their natural smells which most of my male friends smell awesome.

 

          Yes, I forgive.

 

          However, the damage’s already been done.

 

          Whenever my male friends look at me then I can’t help to think ‘this man thinks I’m a “creep” because I won’t obey his orders.’

 

          Mainly, I make myself seem or come across as “intense” or “serious” or “defensive” as a self-defense mechanism otherwise men very well know I can burst into laughter and mock men down to the very marrow of their existence.

 

          Most men are taught not to make women cry. Good.

 

          Most women are taught not to laugh at men. Good.

 

          2012: “I love to make you uncomfortable right up to the point where tears well up on your bottom eye lashes while you refuse to actually cry. When you look utterly miserable or unable to continue any type of conversation then I ease up knowing I conquered you. I’ve always conquered you. It’s easy to make you uncomfortable therefore I do it. Just once I’d actually like to see you cry.” He said.

 

          I got up and left forever.

 

          What a savage. (The word “savage” is used as an adjective.)

 

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Pointing out Social Blunders

Is Ten Times more rude

Than the actual

Social blunder itself

 

          English is a complex language no matter what any women may lecture about social etiquette.

 

          To point out anyone’s social blunders is ten times more offensive than the actual social blunder or awkward word choice.

 

          Let’s take a break from proper written since modern American speech and writing aren’t proper by any stretch of the imagination or by any means.

 

          Simply, because I make the personal choice and commitment to be incredibly proper in person and form then this very exercise in discipline in journal writing is purposely written without swear words therefore quite vivid in imagery to make up for the lack of swear words and crude modern speech which modern English is as crude and vulgar as Shakespearean times because modern language is filled with humour mainly due to the fact 80% of ‘This American Life’ doesn’t provide decent work opportunities or fair and equal wages or basic inexpensive healthy and holistic and medicinal foods or inexpensive resources or lifelong advancement or upward mobility or not enough to eat thus and therefore Americans live in an open society of credit card “debtor’s prison.”

 

          Ok, let’s be modern Americans who make use of derogatory vocabulary.

 

          Okay, let’s get real.

 

          Allow me to get incredibly uncomfortable as I write the following:

 

          Simply because other people name call: this doesn’t mean I feel the same way people “name call” me. Nope.

 

          Personally, ever since I came out of the womb I’ve been relaxed and at ease and I don’t get paranoid unless dealing with the police otherwise I’m laidback and the less I have to say then the better.

 

          Americans are rude. I’m an American immigrant and I guess I’m extremely rude in my English word choice.

 

          Americans are uneducated with nothing much really important to say other than to correct other adults.

 

          Americans are the least fun people to hang out with and relax.

 

          Americans are easily offended.  

 

          Americans are the most uptight people in the world.

 

          Americans tend to correct people which to correct people is more offensive than the actual offense. Does one get it? Please, tell me one gets it.

 

          At anything many types of Americans get easily offended.

 

          Americans are quite entitled to their own opinions and Americans tend to give unnecessary lectures about petty social offenses.

 

          Americans aren’t stupid simply uneducated.

 

          Simply, I navigate waters in which I don’t ever mean to insult or offend anyone, however, this is rare since my English speech patterns seem to insult black Americans and Caucasian Americans while the rest of the world laughs at the Americans for being uptight and mean and cruel bullies towards me and others.

 

          No, I don’t read any of the comments section.

 

          Well, I don’t make the time to read the comments section of the blog. I don’t.

 

          Early on, I decided to write rather than to take away time from writing to read the commentary section.

 

          Either I was going to spend my time reading comments or I was going to write. I choose to write.

 

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          Literary Art Genres:

 

          First, I’m kind and smart and intelligent to know when and how I’m within literary legalities. I’ve got this.

 

          My liberal arts education in the humanities took a good decade (ten years) of my life to study the law and the discipline and the art of writing, photography and film and global communications in general.

 

          Journalism: journalists ask for permission to print anonymous quotes.

 

          Personal creative diaries or journals: writers don’t require permission to print anonymous quotes.

 

          No one tells writers what to write unless…

 

          No one tells artists what to create unless…

 

          Yes, I went to school to study to become a digital mass media executive producer.

 

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1999 Established Documentary Film Company

2002 Small Business Loan

December 31, 2014 Company Dissolved

 

          Yes, in 2003 my newsroom co-workers questioned my business cards which stated my name and title as “digital mass media executive producer.”

 

          My co-workers would become easily rattled and offended and asked: “What does this mean? Does it mean you’re good at many different types of communications?”

 

          “Yep.” I’d answer.

 

          As frustrated as one can get in public without yelling or screaming at another person or “name calling” 2002-2003 newsroom crew co-workers would ask: “what does this title mean?” Then co-workers would demand I truthfully answer.

 

          “This title means I qualify to run any systems.” I said.

 

          “Like what?”

 

          “Well, I can do graphic design, write, film, video art and mass media and either wet or digital photography or build a computer from recyclable parts and run the accounts and payroll and taxes without any broken rules or no broken laws and stay away from liabilities.” I said.

 

          “Really?” Co-workers questioned.

 

          “Yep.” I said.

 

          Co-workers would give me looks as though I was the biggest “a******” for which ever lived.

 

          Warmly I smiled at them without any malice.

 

          Since 1999 I’d been running an independent documentary film company, in 2002 I acquired a small business loan which to this day business loans granted to women of color are unheard of throughout the nearly eight billion planet population.

 

          When one studies any type of legalities for writing, film or mass media or global communications then one primarily learns Intellectual Property Law such as copyrights and patents and one learns about how and when one can write what as well as one learns the minutia of the law of intellectual property and commits to memory the outdated and recent laws.

 

          As a matter of fact when it comes to personal diaries and journals no one has anything to say about what any writers write since diaries are established to be entries and data and record keeping and nonfiction.

 

          Nonfiction is from real life.

 

          Fiction is from the imagination or fantasy or imaginary.

 

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Lunch Time

 

         

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

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Friday, July 27, 2018

 

“Let onions grow in his navel.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Venial (Excusable, capable of being forgiven)

 

His action was a venial fault so he was readily pardoned.

 

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 Dress.

 

An Amiable Exterior.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 324

 

The desire of exhibiting an amiable exterior is essentially requisite in a young lady, for it indicates cleanliness, sweetness, a love of order and propriety, and all those virtues which are attractive to their associates, and particularly to those of the other sex.

 

Chesterfield asserts that a sympathy goes through every action of our lives, and that he could not help conceiving some idea of people’s sense and character from the dress in which they appeared when introduced to him.

 

Another writer has remarked that he never yet met with a woman whose general style of dress was chaste, elegant and appropriate, that he did not find her on further acquaintance to be, in disposition and mind, an object to admire and love.

 

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          From this moment forth I shan’t ever write about my male friends or Muslim friends. This afternoon I received the lecture of a lifetime. I feel small. I’ll get over it. Thank you. I’m humbled.

         

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          Fiction Characters:

 

          No, I’m not fiction character “Rebecca Sharp.”

 

          No, I’m not fiction character “Mrs. Langtry.”

 

          No, I’m not Mrs. Robinson.

 

          No, I’m not a cougar.

 

          Yes, I can be charming, however. What’s the point?

 

          Yes, I’m flesh and blood human female.

 

          Yes, since I’m human therefore I can get awkward whenever the situation lends itself, however. Awkward isn’t my natural state.

 

          Yes, I have one healthy pumping heart.

 

          No, my heart isn’t made from lead or gold or metal.

 

          Yes, I’m any warm blooded mammal therefore I’m not ice cold.

 

          Yes, I’m flesh and bone human person.

 

          No, I’m not anybody’s wet dream.

 

          No, I’m not in love with any single one human.

 

          No, I don’t have a crush on any one single human.

 

          Is none sexual dating romantic in nature?

 

          Yes, I fly solo.

 

          No, I’m not any type of coyote.

 

          No, I’m not a “lone wolf.”

 

          Yes, I’m any modern woman as any other 2018 modern women are modern.

 

          Yes, I’m well. Ha.

 

          Yes, I’m good.

 

          All’s well.

          Ends well.

 

          “Am I okay?” I’m perfectly well. Thank you.

 

          “Are you okay?” Yes? No? Si? Maybe. Ok.

 

          Let’s not waste each other’s valuable time.

 

          Thrice I’ve failed male friends within the last two months.

 

          Yes, I’ve been ashamed to be such any disappointing friend.

 

          Due to my English as a Second Language I have the weakness and inability to speak well: I speak as a “blunt instrument” and I do anything in my power to…

 

          Yes, for thirty years my friends tell me when it gets awkward with me then it’s truly awkward and then I tend to literally escape or run away and literally friends track me down and ask me to my face if I’m avoiding any one of them who’ve known me better than my family. My friends get angry with me. My friends have always gotten angry with me and most likely they always will. Sigh.

 

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          Terminological Corrections:

 

          Corrections from “capital” to “capitol.”

 

          “Capital” is economics.

 

          “Capitol” is the Republic democratic state buildings.

 

          Correction from “weirdo” to “freak.”

 

          No, I don’t know what the English word “creep” means.

 

          Since most directly spoken personal insults don’t mean much in English then I don’t much care what people call me since I don’t know the definitions of the above English terminology.

 

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Freak Definition

 

          No, I don’t know the difference between a “weirdo” and a “freak.”

 

          As a metaphor: “let’s take a stab in the dark.”

 

          Well, I can only guess the definition of “freak” is someone who is absolutely out of the ordinary as such individuals don’t fit anywhere in society yet such individuals are fit for modern culture. Ha.

 

          No, I’m not “the bearded lady.” Truly, I’m one of the most Western cultural “regular” modern individuals.

 

          No, I don’t grow any literal beard.

 

          No, I don’t grow stubble.

 

          Yes, I do grow the occasional long chin hair and pluck it out.

 

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Weirdo Definition

 

          What’s a “weirdo?” I’m not able to begin to define the word “weirdo.”

 

          One who is “weird?” Ok. Fair enough.

 

          In a modern age the last thing I’m afraid of is “freaks” “weirdoes” or “scum” or “greedy” or “creeps.”

 

          Ultimately, modern America is any physically violent frontier and all of my enemies and acquaintances or none friends or best friends or haters tell me I’m the most “boring” oral storyteller and a “f****** b**** c***” simply because I “write about what I know”.

 

          For the first time in my life my male friends of only one year have informed me I’m a “creep” for anonymously quoting my male friends without any single description of their physical form.

 

          Yes, yesterday I meant to tell my male friends. I meant to gather up the courage to tell my male friends I meant to make use of their anonymous quotes and no words surfaced. I was an utter and complete coward.

 

          Now, as far as I’ve been informed: writing about someone at full length and full description is one thing.

 

          Anonymously quoting someone without description is another.

 

          Yes, as of today I’ve once more have been informed I’m a “loser” since I have no friends.

 

          Please, no. I’m already aware. I know.

 

          Yes, it’s obvious since 2010 I’ve had no friends about me.

 

          Please, don’t throw it in my face. I greatly feel my friends’ absence each day and to have the obvious thrown in my face is almost, too, much.

 

          Some things are kept unspoken even though not hidden.

 

          No, I’m not “scrooge.”

 

          No, I’m not a miser.

 

          No, I’m not anyone of consequence.

 

          Supposedly, it’s been explained to me I’m a “nobody.”

 

          Yes, I’m friendless.

 

          There’s no one here with me today. Ok. I can deal.

 

          Yes, no one much has been here with me through most of thirteen years.

 

          One gets to the acceptance portion of the psychological steps.

 

          Acceptance is healing.

 

          No, I’m not complaining. Not at all.

 

          My secret best friends of thirty years tell me I’m not a “creep.”

 

          The highest compliment above all other honors is to directly anonymously quote anyone funny or smart or intelligent or kind or capable or compassionate enough to inspire any anonymous quote.

 

          Now, to write about someone in full description is another aspect all together rather than a simple anonymous quote.

 

          Why am I only an ideal and not a human female?

 

          “Gabriel, you make an excellent ideal of a woman.” What.

 

          Not ever do I want to break bad news, however. How come I’m considered an ideal and not ever a friend or a woman?

 

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In the Year of the Faux Pas

2018

 

          Please, don’t throw it in my face. I already know. I’m quite aware. Thank you. Please, no.

 

          If I don’t anonymously quote people then people who aren’t anonymously quoted will give me a lecture and tell me how much they hate me and how they’re disgusted by me and don’t ever want to see me ever again. Fair enough. Ok.

 

          If I do anonymously quote people then people who are anonymously quoted will give me a lecture and tell me how much they hate me and how they’re disgusted by me and don’t ever want to see me ever again. Fair enough. Ok.

 

          2018 is one of the worst social years of my life.

 

          Yes, people are angry as the dickens about my private diaries or journals or blog entries and the anonymous quotes I’ve quoted are considered “creepy” even though I meant no malice or I meant no ill intent.

 

          People are irritating.

 

          People want me to understand them, however. No one wants to take the time to understand me.

 

          “As long as you’re our trophy and our wet dream then we’ll own you without ever touching you.” He said. I stared off into the distance.

 

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1995 Miscommunications

 

          “Goddamn you Gaby for ever avoiding me in conflict.” He said. I stared off into the distance. I was present and alert.

 

          Each time people either take liberties with me or personally insult me directly and tell me I’m either “obese” or “ugly” or an “a******” or a “creep” (only once in my lifetime have I ever been called a “creep”) for making use of other peoples’ anonymous quotes then people expect me to bounce right back with a smile and accept apologies all around which I immediately do and go on as if nothing much ever happened which nothing much ever does happen and I love it.

 

          “You’re a real a****** for quoting me.” He said in 1995. (Correction.)

 

          My face got red hot and subtle tears welted on the contour lines of my under eyelashes. It was obvious I held back tears and each time he demanded me to answer his questions as to why I was as inconsiderate as to anonymously quote him without permission before print.

 

          Each time my voice quivered and the angrier he became then he demanded I speak up. I did continue to speak, however, not once did I ever raise my voice. I was mortified. I was mortified of what I’d done in having directly anonymously quoted my friend in my published writings.

 

          “You f****** c***!” He exclaimed. “You quoted me.”

 

          “You have no right. You hear me! No right.” He continued to scream. We stood in the middle of nowhere in a forest filled with swamp and mosquitoes.

 

          His face turned bright red then white then cool as the afternoon air spilled about us.

 

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I hate you

 

          At another time a friend came to me: and directly met with me and told me to please take a seat and be calm and not get upset or angry about what he had done.

 

          My friend had anonymously quoted me in his published works of arts and I was furious. I was hurt. I was disappointed. I was let down. I was more hurt than I thought I would ever be. I was ready to scream my head off, however.

 

          Rather I quietly sat and looked straight ahead with a blank stare even though it was obvious my eyes said: “What bulls*** is this?”

 

          No, I’m not a spider.

 

          No, I’m not melodramatic.

 

          Yes, I’m biodegradable therefore I can easily get awkward.

 

          “What the f***, Gabriel” He said.

 

          “What the f*** is right. You quoted me?” I said.

 

          “Yes, I quoted you. It’s not like anybody knows it’s you.” He said. “It’s anonymous. No one will ever know.”

 

          “Why didn’t you tell me before you published?” I asked.

 

          “Because I knew you’d say ‘no.’” He said.

 

          Silence.

           

          To this day I still run away and avoid my friend.

 

          Only once we’ve met in the same room since our argument and I was the first to spot him therefore I quietly and silently made my exit. He was never the wiser.

 

          “If you avoid me then I’ll make this miserable for you.” He said.

 

          I looked away.

 

          “Look at me when I talk to you.” He said.

 

          Forcibly, I looked up and without any fear I looked directly into my friends eyes. He then was the first to look away.

 

          “Goddamn you.” He said. “I anonymously quoted you and now you’ll go down in published history.”

 

          “Get over yourself.” I said.

 

          “Are you okay?” He asked.

 

          “Of course, why wouldn’t I be okay?” I said.

 

          “I hate talking to you.” He said.

 

          “Are you okay?” I asked.

 

          He blushed and again looked away.

 

          “I hate you.” He said.

 

         

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

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Wednesday, July 25, 2018

 

“May he have to crawl on all fours.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Potpourri (mixture, medley, miscellany)

 

Sections of a magazine that contain scattered information are headed potpourri.

 

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 Dress.

 

Elegant Dress.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 322

 

Some ladies perhaps imagining that they are deficient in personal charms --- and we are willing to believe that there are such, although the Chesterfieldian school of philosophers would ridicule the idea --- endeavor to make their clothes the spell of their attraction. With this end in view, they labor by lavish expenditure to supply in expensive adornment what they lack in beauty of form or feature. Unfortunately for their success, elegant dressing does not depend upon expense. A lady might wear the costliest silks that Italy could produce, adorn herself with laces from Brussels which years of patient toil are required to fabricate; she might carry the Jewels of an Eastern princes around her neck and upon her wrists and fingers, yet still, in appearance, be essentially vulgar. These were as nothing without grace, without adaptation, without a harmonious blending of colors, without the exercise of discrimination and good taste.

 

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          Double Negatives:

 

          “Double negatives” are for either English as a Second Language mature adults or people who speak or write with a passive voice or people who hardly ever read or people who haven’t ever learned how to properly construct English sentences beyond the fourth grade.

 

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          The National Anthem, July 2018:

 

          The National Anthem was written as homage to a group of regular colony citizens and civilians (before the slave trade to the Americans) and such colonists who stood their ground against the entire British Navy.

 

          The American flag pole withstood due to the fact dead bodies of the colonists died to prop up the American flag post while the British Navy slaughtered women and children and the elderly and infirmed. I don’t fully imagine what the scene must have partaken on such days. How brutal.

 

          There’s no need to ever rise or stand up for the National Anthem since the colonists died in heaps of piles of stacked up dead bodies on top of each other simply to protect the pole and uphold the star spangled banner as the bodies stacked up mound high day after day without any colonist military defense therefore the adult women and infirmed male colonists died to sacrifice their lives for one symbol of freedom which is the American flag’s right to fly high.

 

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          None Sexual Friendships are Wonderful:

 

          “Gabriel, are you avoiding me?” He demanded.

 

          “No, not at all.” I said.

 

          “Are you hiding from me?” He asked.

 

          “Not on purpose.” I said.

 

          “I like to quietly go about my way and if I happen to silently get overlooked or I can escape getting lost in translation then I tend to like to become part of the backdrop as any other fixture or furnishings about the place then the less I have to hold discussions or entertain or say something intelligent.” I said.

 

          “Are you avoiding me?” Again he asked.

 

          “No, truly. I’m not avoiding you. I left messages and voicemails.” I said.

 

          “I told you my phone’s not working right now I dropped it.” He said.

 

          “Didn’t you see us? We were all partying and we’re right here.” He said.

 

          “I know. I saw. I heard. I got the invite. Thanks.” I said.

 

          “Well, then what the hell?” He said.

 

          “Come over and honor us with your presence and have a good time and laugh with us.” He said.

 

          “Ok. I will.” I said.

 

          “No, you won’t. But okay.” He said.

 

          “Why won’t you talk to me?” He asked.

 

          “I’m talking to you right now.” I said.

 

          “I see how it’s going to be.” He said.

 

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          April 2018’s Clean Bill of Health:

 

          Yes, I’m healthy and doing well in mind, body, soul and spirit.

 

          Yes, I’ve learned, no matter how traumatic an event or circumstance or mishap one can get over anything especially with Sanskrit Lotus Position Yoga visualization meditation to heal thyroid tumors.

 

          No, there’s nothing wrong with my mind.

 

          Yes, for two decades continually I’ve been told by either insistent/impertinent parents or legal spouse to attend “talk therapy” to specifically ask psychologists to write up anything about me therefore I might go on “disability” and I don’t ever qualify for disability.

 

          Ultimately most psychologists have politely asked me to “terminate” our talk-therapy sessions.

 

          The reoccurring pattern continued for years in which I was strongly encouraged to attend yet another set of new psychologists and would be pressured to directly ask my new set of “bilateral” talk therapists to please write whatever psychologists wanted about me as long as I qualified for “disability” and continually for about two decades politely I’ve been informed talk sessions would be terminated affective immediately since I was in no need of talk therapy and I most definitely didn’t qualify for “disability” however possibly my family members were required to strongly consider to attend psychological talk therapy sessions themselves. Ok. Thanks.

 

          Psychological therapy is expensive.

 

          Yes, since 1994, 1996, 1998, 2000, 2003, 2007, 2017, 2018 I’ve had three specific relatives tell me to my face to directly go to my psychologists or talk therapists and have the psychologists declare me “insane” then someone other than me can collect “disability” and dispense or disperse the hypothetical disability money as my living expenses then no one has to ever financially take care of me. Um, no.

 

          Although, since the year 2000 I haven’t received any type or form of financial help of any type from either of my parents or extended family members therefore it’s not as though I’m indebted to my parents since as of two weeks ago I’ve paid off all of one-hundred thousand dollars ($100,000) for a four year Liberal Arts private college and university student loans.

 

          Two years ago, I paid off all of my business loans (documentary filmmaking company dissolved, 2014) and I now have an outstanding credit rating and don’t own any credit cards.

 

          As of right now I owe absolutely no one a single red cent.

 

          For the first time in my mature adult life I’m completely debt free other than a mortgage of $690.00 (August 2018) per monthly payments and garbage and sewage and electricity and gas and car insurance and lifestyle costs (gas, organic groceries, inexpensive entertainment (organic coffee and vegan baked goods) about $1,500 to live per monthly expenses since it’s the lifestyle I set up for an entire household to be run like “a tight ship” at the fraction (correction) of the cost.

 

          In August 2012, my perfect credit score landed a thirty year mortgage at 2.5% fixed interest rate on sixty-seven thousand dollars ($67,500) which the property is now worth at a real estate market value of one-hundred and fifty thousand dollars ($154,000) in 2018.

 

          No, I don’t own a car or any collection or not even a bicycle.

 

          No, I don’t have a life insurance policy.

 

          No, I don’t have my Costa Rican organic bamboo two-acre farm which was gifted to me then taken back and sold.

 

          No, I don’t own a blender.

 

          No, I don’t own a surf board.

 

          No, I’m not a surfer.

 

          Yes, I’ve surfed with some of the best surfers in the world.

 

          Yes, I’m a decent medium-distance skateboarder to the organic Co-Ops and back to the abode again.

 

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There’s no such thing as a Broken Spirit

 

          There’s no way anyone breaks anyone else’s spirit since one doesn’t allow such absurdities since humans aren’t wild beasts.

 

          No matter what anyone may think they can do to me, ultimately I live inside a prison of reoccurring tumors therefore I contend to take well care of my robust health otherwise whatever this disease is, might hinder me for up to three days straight therefore I don’t allow for the disease to take my energy or stamina.

 

          For the most part humans are private citizens and civilians who are calm and reasonable and regular and average and sometimes animated and wonderful and decent and funny and want to play alongside excellent friends and have clean fun.

 

          Nevertheless, either I deal with some type of nerve ending damage or bone ache of some type of what, nerve damage? I don’t know.

 

          No, I don’t have gout.

          Not yet, anyway.

 

          My swollen feet are healing from five straight years (February 2013-April 2018) of daily standing at a standup desk for about five hours of computer work per daily average and now my feet are terribly swollen and healing from such a ridiculous experience.

 

          No, I don’t take daytime naps. I only wish I took daytime naps. I work. I research. I read. I work. I write. I study cinema and graphic novels and television and musicology and I cook organic meals and do email correspondence with ‘half the world.’ I research medicinal holistic foods as a pure science and basic medicine since my auto-immune system tends to be strong yet weak when it comes to the eradication of continual tumor growth and laparoscopic surgeries. I research any type of tumor medicine or health science and the latest technological advancements.

 

          As of one month ago I now work as any private organic vegan cook to one private family in exchange for organic meals and organic snacks and non-plastic water filtering system for clean water.

 

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An Open Book

Makes for a Closed Case

 

          What, do Americans not understand about the Great American novel?

 

          What, do Americans not understand about the Great American writer?

 

          What, do Americans not understand about literature and creative writing?

 

          Modern America is founded upon two major important principals: Baseball and the Great American Novel.

 

          What, do Minnesotans not understand about literature and creative writing?

 

          Why do Americans take all writing to be flat and literal rather than creative writing is ‘creative in nature’ and even as far as experimental.

 

          What is it Minnesotans don’t seem to understand about the arts?

 

          America is the Literary Arts Mecca of the world.

 

          Artists hold greater influence and power and social change than anyone sitting in office or misers or riches or wealth since the artists are civilization embodiment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

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Tuesday, July 24, 2018

 

“He should swell up like ten mountains.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Respectively (as relating to each other, each in order)

 

The objects on display were numbered respectively 1, 2, 3.

 

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 Dress.

 

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Lavender has urged that persons habitually attentive to their attire;

 

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          The Vagina Monologues II:

 

          “Why do you write about your vagina so much?” He asked.

 

          “I write about my vagina so much because I’m a feminist and I believe in being open about the subject matter of health and ensuring the safety of little girls and young women, specifically.” I responded.

 

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          Cardi B:

 

          Yes, I know of a one Ms. Cardi B.

 

          However, no I haven’t seen or heard much of Cardi B’s music or music videos or anything.

 

          Yes, I’ve been told Cardi B’s material is like my material.

 

          No, my work isn’t like Cardi B’s work since I first published in 1994.

 

          As of March 2018 I’ve been informed Cardi B’s work is like my work. Thank you.

 

          If I sound anything like Ms. Cardi B then please know my intension isn’t to sound like Cardi B and I look forward to making time within the next decade to look up Cardi B’s musicology. Thank you. Peace.

 

          If I sound anything like Ms. Cardi B then I can only hope to honor her work with immense gratitude for women in the arts pushing the ‘envelope forward’ on the subject matter of misappropriated power and greed and bilateral spread of wealth and free and safe public education for all children and youth of color and white poor children who are marginalized as much as children of color.

 

          If I sound anything like Ms. Cardi B then my goal is not to ever dishonor her work. Please, excuse my ignorance.

 

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Expect the Unexpected

 

          Yes, women are feminists by default.

 

          Yes, I’m a feminist simply because I was born female.

 

          No, I haven’t ever marched in rallies.

 

          No, I haven’t ever peacefully demonstrated.

 

          No, I’m not a rebel.

 

          No, I’m not a revolutionary.

 

          Yes, I’m a domestic worker.

 

          No, I’m not a man-hater.

 

          Yes, for one decade Finn-Minnesotan-American women taught me it is okay to “speak your mind” after the age of forty and to be as bitter as possible since it’s hilarious. Ok.

 

          Americans don’t seem to find anything funny.

 

          Americans think their silence transcends their piety.

 

          Yes, I grew up with New England, Massachusetts French Italians whose only octave is to scream and/or to yell and nothing much else. Sure. It’s hilarious. I love it! I love the Italians and their screaming and yelling voices.

 

          The screaming and yelling Italians don’t intimidate me.

 

          The more the Italian Americans yell and scream and complain about their food and drink then the more at home Italians seem to feel to speak their screaming and yelling minds. Ha. Wonderful.

 

          “Generation X” Caucasian Minnesotans teach me to be as bitter as gutter punk skateboarders who come from well to do families and a history of Calhoun Square, Uptown, Minneapolis, Minnesota.

 

          The greatest secret about Calhoun Square, Uptown, Minneapolis, MN is the 1980’s and 1990’s gutter punk skateboarders are the grandchildren and children of the Uptown wealthy and elite.

 

          To be cruel to any panhandling gutter punk skateboarders of Calhoun Square, Uptown, Minneapolis, MN is to spit into the face of Minnesota’s history of the wealthiest families who established the entire of Uptown since history is more valuable than money.

 

          Blood ties history unto a foundation of wisdom.

 

          The panhandling gutter punk skateboarders of Calhoun Square, Uptown, Minneapolis, MN are wealthier than anyone else yet cash poor and we always offer our posh leftovers or “doggie bags” to any gutter punks/skateboarders anywhere in Minnesota and the world over.

 

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Overall Health

 

          Yes, I live with thyroid tumors which grow inward and squeeze my voice box therefore lectures and disagreements and arguments and debate and general discussions will be placed on the backburner for the next year.

 

          Yes, I’m incredibly tired and my bones ache or maybe it’s my nerve endings ache. Who knows?

 

          Yes, from the abdominal internal “scar tissue” due to three laparoscopic surgeries of the uterine walls and the full and complete removal of the uterus itself which after an entire and complete full year of recovery I now live with intense stomach aches behind the belly button which I refuse to talk to any more Western Medical doctors about this subject matter of “scar tissue” since Western doctors tell me there’s nothing to be done about “scar tissue” except “scar tissue” in the general stomach area is as painful as living with tumors which tend to squeeze internal organs yet the “scar tissue” turns into some type of ‘sharp shards’ as a lose example or into a hardened ball of wax so hardened and tightened as another mass of hardened tissue can be compared to anything as hard as any internal object inside the stomach/abdominal area.

 

          During recovery of surgical procedures no one ever tells patients “scar tissue” will continue to harden throughout the first year after surgery and to place castor oil on the area for the stomach to ensure safe healing.

 

          Yes, I know all about “scar tissue” and how “scar tissue” develops into a hardened mass as hardened as an object therefore at first the tissue is broken and healed yet not ever the same as when a massive surface area was unaffected by scar tissue.

 

          Internal “scar tissue” is serious business yet treated as lightly as a common cold.

 

          For one continuous year the “scar tissue” pain is at a #2 or #3 and all one can do is “hang on tight” to castor oil and don’t take anymore than necessary.

 

          Yes, “scar tissue” is a sharper pain than tumors which tumors is a numb pain.

 

          Yes, it’s easier to live with tumors than with “scar tissue.”

 

          Tumors are softer than “scar tissue” for which is sharp and hardened.

 

          Not once did I ever consider internal “scar tissue” to be such a pain more than tumors.

 

          Is dusty Western Medicine Ok?

 

          Post surgical procedure “scar tissue” is basic fundamentals for which to inform patients about since this type of surgical medical information directly deals with patients for which go through one, too, many surgical procedures and are bound to “scar tissue” for life.

 

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What is there to say about cancer?

Nothing, really

Well, plenty, actually.

 

          Personally, I don’t know what to tell other people about reoccurring surgical procedures except “scar tissue” can be problematic.

 

          If at all possible then one stays away from the surgeon’s knife unless it’s absolutely necessary to save the life of any individual.

 

          Yes, I’ve already made it through literal malignant melanoma starting the fall of November 1997 as a sophomore in college in New England, Massachusetts when I spent the fall of 1997, winter and spring months of 1998 on average asleep for about 16 hours per day since I was exhausted to the bone.

 

          Hardly ever did I make it to meals at the common hall and I didn’t show up to one single class in probably two entire semesters.

 

          Yes, I did all of the homework and wrote all of the papers and left the paperwork in mailboxes or emailed my homework and papers into professors’ email inboxes without ever telling one single soul or professors or parents or friends I knew my body had immediately and drastically changed into emergency mode and into malignant melanoma which I already knew what I had and how serious my self-made diagnosis was therefore I didn’t tell a single soul except for one close and personal old time friend of our family who asked me: “Come out with it. What is it? What’s on your face and what do you make of it?”

 

          “Well, I already know it’s quite serious therefore I call this formation ‘Freddy Krueger’ even though I haven’t ever seen any of the films.” Ha.

 

          We laughed and made fun of the malignant tumor nicknamed “Freddy Krueger.” Ha. Ha. Ha. Funny.

 

 

          Yes, we made it through laughter.

          We were only 23 years of age.

 

          One year later in December of 1998 I was “officially” diagnosed with malignant melanoma and within 24 hours I was under the wonderful and incredible surgeon’s knife for which saved my life and most likely I’ll be indebted for life as a metaphorical example.

 

          January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December of 1998 I continued to sleep for about six hours per day still made it to most day classes.

 

          At night I worked catering and in the daytime I worked at the Art Library and late at night we held cigarette smoking homework sessions and studied thousands of medical vocabulary words and wrote twenty page papers per night and learned history lessons and read entire novels and wrote analyses plus for homework we watched cinema or animation and continued to smoke cigarettes, drink coffee which didn’t keep us up any longer than 2:00am in the morning then clean up before bed and retire for the evening.

 

          Monday through Friday we got up at 5:00am to make it to classes done by 9:00am then worked at the library from 9:00am to 12:00pm, lunch, sleep for three hours in mid afternoons then more classes from 3:00pm to 5:00pm then dinner/cat nap then from 6:00pm to 10:00pm catering then from 10:30pm to 2:00am study group at gas light village with history and English and pre-med majors where we lived and ate our meals and communed together and kept the doors locked as a group of heterosexual creative women who peacefully lived together while I rented a single room on campus and hardly ever slept or went there other than to shower, change clothes and go to classes or shower and change clothes and go to work or shower, change clothes and go to study group which was the most important part of my day to get our homework done well and get excellent marks on the homework even though anyone knew I could barely drag myself out of bed and I was tired to the marrow of my bones. People were there.

 

          People witnessed my physical struggles and ailments and dealing post cancer.

 

          People knew about how by December 1997 I had self-diagnosed myself with malignant melanoma and was only going to be given one year to live since I had already looked and studied the hardened mass the shape and size of a pencil eraser the color of light to dark green booger color.

 

          Within a year the mass changed colors as drastically as watching the seasons change. I knew I was in trouble.

 

          No doctors or surgeons had to tell me I was given a year to live. I already knew therefore I held off going to any doctors for nearly one year since I knew my face was going to be cut open and the game of beauty would be lost forever therefore I was to live my life and be as present as possible since I was given a second chance at life, however.

 

          A second chance at life doesn’t guarantee good or even excellent health.

 

          No, I don’t ever take naps in the daytime unless I’m terribly ill with a nose or ears or throat infection or irritation or pain with a head cold otherwise I don’t ever get headaches unless there’s extreme biometric pressure in the atmosphere and a stormy front is near then I get a singular headache above my eyebrows where the pressure collects since the human body is made of liquid and electricity and tissue and bone. Wow.

 

          No, I don’t spend my days in bed.

 

          Although I would love to be able to take hammock Costa Rican naps rather than a schedule of domestic cleaning and more domestic cleaning and writing and reading and research.

 

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Lunch Break.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,972

Weekly Word Count Goal: 5,000

Weekly Word Count: 1,972

 

Friday, July 20, 2018

 

“May his name return without his body.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Resilience (elasticity, rebound)

 

The resilience of war-time rubber bands was very poor.

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

 Dress.

 

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Chapter 26.

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Lavender has urged that persons habitually attentive to their attire;

 

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

 

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          Happy Sundown…

 

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          General Sexual Notes and Reminders and Statements:

 

          *) Public Masturbation is Illegal. No Public Masturbation.

 

          *) In general, private masterbation is good for overall health.

 

          *) Private masturbation is a private act done by oneself. (I don’t know how much more I’m able to spell this out.)

 

          *) One privately masturbates at home in private either in one’s own private bedroom or private bathroom. Thank you.

 

          *) In general I’ve been informed private masturbation is a private act in which people partake in about once per day or weekly.

 

          *) Personal Thought: One can only assume and imagine private masturbation must get as old as smoking cigarettes.

 

          *) Yes, as any mature adult if I were to privately masturbate then indeed I were to privately masturbate once per month or even every three months. Ha. Yep.

 

          Yes, this summer directly face-to-face I’ve been asked if I’m “horny.” Not from conversation, thank you. Words are only words.

 

          Seriously, one can keep the mind preoccupied rather than in a constant state of “horny.”

 

          *) Sexual Fantasies: There’s a scene in the film “When Harry Met Sally” and as both Harry and Sally get to know each other and walk about the outside of a museum Harry asks Sally what’s her greatest sexual fantasy and Sally answers she imagines a man with an amazing body and in Sally’s fantasy her mystery man takes a hold of her and fantasy man and Sally have wonderful orgasmic sex and Harry asks Sally, what does the man in the sex fantasy look like? and Sally answers something about how her sexual fantasy doesn’t have a face and her fantasy’s face is more or less a shadow or something like it. Ha.

 

          *) Sexual Fantasies: For the most part on average mature adults hold private sexual fantasies which are quite simple rather than morbid or skewed or alternative or pornographic.

 

          *) Consented sexual intercourse is private business and one ought not to discuss one’s sexual acts with other humans much less friends or family or acquaintances or enemies or strangers.

 

          *) Consented sexual intercourse isn’t ever done or practiced in public or at work or churches or schools or general gathering public spaces.

 

          *) On average any healthy consented sexual intercourse in relationships occurs about once per week for “regular” humans.

 

          *) Television’s incorrect portrayals of humans are fake and incorrect portrayals. Nothing on Television is real. Nothing.

 

          *) No, I’m not “asexual.” Absolutely not. No, thank you. I shan’t like to be characterized as an “asexual” mature adult woman.

 

          Even if hypothetically I weren’t to ever participate again then I would still like to consider myself a free and intelligent and smart and kind sensual mature adult woman and I do keep my hands to myself. Thank you.

 

          *) Yes, I’m all aware about “brain damage.”

 

          *) Yes, in 1995 one of our family friends was in a crash accident and was proclaimed “brain damage” and none of us held anything against our friend or their family and still don’t, however.

 

          As young women, we learned our family friend with “brain damage” would literally throw their entire body against women’s bodies and begin to roughly kiss women and most women fended off our friend from sexual advances and there was the end of the ordeal.

 

          Neither of us as young women made any complaints or made a big deal about it or raised any concerns.

 

          We simply shared the experiences with each other then we moved on as we moved on in our late teens and early twenties as a group of female friends.

 

          Women are aware about “brain damage” in men.

          Women know.

          We know.

 

          *) No, I’m not “brain damaged.” I’m simply Indigenous peasant and English as a Second Language and incredibly direct and cheeky and living with thyroid tumors which tend to squeeze the voice box.

 

          *) My oxygen levels are awesome. 98, thank you.

 

          My oxygen levels are considered the oxygen levels of an athlete in their twenties. How this happened? Who knows. I don’t worry about cigarette smoking. I don’t. My mind was made up long before I ever smoked any American Spirit cigarette.

 

          At Ojibwa/Episcopal camp in Bemidji, MN we were taught by the Ojibwa to say prayers at graves with the spread of sacred tobacco and smoking cigarettes is also sacred prayerful act even though we personally as campers didn’t smoke cigarettes during the prayers plus we were only fourteen years of age.

 

          *) No, alternative doesn’t mean independent.

 

          *) Yes, women can go without consented sexual intercourse and not fall apart.

 

          *) Whether people have sex or not usually humans are considered sexual organisms.

 

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White Privilege

Double Standards

 

          Feudalism: Yes, we live in feudalistic times therefore let’s not pretend with one another.

 

          Yes, it’s been explained to me modern women are still considered “property.”

 

          Yes, it’s been explained to me by many different parties I’m considered a “trophy.”

 

          Yes, my life’s dream has been to “get off the grid” with geothermal and live off the land on organic local vegan foods and goat products.

 

          However, such a dream is nearly impossible. I wanted to live “off the grid” right in “town” or in any major city.

 

          Yes, I’ve been sent back here to say I represent massive amounts of respectable ancestors and peoples and a large and complicated family, friends, neighbors, villages and enemies and acquaintances.

 

          No, I’m not here to murder or harm anyone.

 

          Yes, I’m here to get healthy through organic vegan local foods.

 

          Yes, after eight years of being prodded and tested and more blood work and more tests I’ve given up on Western Medicine to cure my thyroid tumors and now turn my full attention to holistic food medicines.

 

          Tumor medicine is organic vegan local foods.

 

          Yes, I’ve lived with thyroid tumors since October 2013 (correction on dates) and now the thyroid tumors have finally begun to take a toll on my voice box.

 

          No, I’m not dying from tumors rather I live with tumors.

 

          Yes, my Maya Indigenous peasant life expectancy is 68; however, I hope to make it to 80 or 102 years of life.

 

          Yes, one entire decade (10 years) spent with Finn-Minnesotans and I’m here to tell anyone wise enough to listen, old people don’t usually lose their wits and old people are independent yet old people get extremely wrinkly and old peoples’ teeth get naturally yellowed no matter how good one is about daily dental hygiene.

 

          Yes, no matter how beautiful or handsome men are in their youth any human gets old and extremely wrinkly and it’s the way of life and nature.

 

          The decade of my thirties I spent such a ten year period socializing with 80 and 90 year olds and no one can pay me enough money to do such absurdity ever again.

 

          When one is in their 30’s, 40’s and 50’s and 60’s and 70’s then one ought not to only see or socialize with 80 and 90 year olds otherwise this makes one old before one’s time and one begins to acquire the mannerisms and opinions of 80 and 90 year olds which are usually racially discriminatory and wrong about modern opinions.

 

          Yes, I’m glad to have spent ten years socializing and exhaustively entertaining 80 and 90 year olds then one gets a sense of how intelligent and smart elderly people are and how truly independent people are in their 80’s and 90’s.

 

          There’s nothing to fear about getting old because most people’s wits stay intact.

 

          The only true and real realization about being old is how the skin sags and the teeth yellow and the skin further wrinkles and the hair thins out and the gums get blackened.

 

          Yes, I was raised in the late 1980’s and 1990’s and 2000’s therefore I’m direct and upfront and don’t steal, cheat or borrow or beg.

 

          As a woman brought up in the late 1990’s and early 2000’s I was taught to speak for entertainment therefore I would “entertain” company, however, as of this week I’ve explained to my peeps I may have to go near silent for the next year since my voice box is taken a hit.

 

          Yes, I’m working on breaking an “idealistic” streak.

 

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Why do you have to go through ‘everything’ alone?

 

          No, I don’t go through life alone. I don’t.

 

          An independent strong support system is always important, however, I’ve been taught by the Minnesotans I’m not to ever be friends with their friends, however, Minnesotans tell me to my face how easy it is to “steal” my friends and leave me all pathetic and pitiful and alone to do life by myself. What a bunch of weirdoes.

 

          Therefore I don’t ever mention to anyone in Minnesota how some of our closest friends of Duluth, MN who married our New England, MA (Simmons College, Smith College, Harvard) families moved to the suburbs of Minnesota within five miles of where I live. I’m grateful to have such families here with us by our side raising their beautiful children and changing racially discriminatory rural suburban, Twin Cities’ area.

 

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A Conversation with

A Black African American Male Friend

 

          Yes, I have a heart made out of muscle which pumps pure blood throughout my bloodstream.

 

          No, my heart’s not made of stone.

 

          No, my heart’s not made of steel.

 

          No, I’m not weird.

 

          No, I’m not any type of “f****** weirdo.”

 

          Yes, when need be then I most certainly can turn into an “f****** b****.”

 

          No, I don’t like to be cruel or mean.

 

          No, I don’t hold any ‘delusions of grandeur.’

 

          No, not anywhere do I practice any speeches.

 

          No, I don’t go around telling people I’m going to be ‘rich and famous.’

 

          “Why won’t you say what’s going on with you?” He asked.

 

          “There’s nothing to say.” I answered.

 

          “Why do you have to go through anything alone?” He asked.

 

          “I’m not and I don’t go through life alone.” I said.

 

          “Then why won’t you say?” He asked.

 

          Silence from me. I thought for a moment.

 

          “I’m not talking to you about this specific aspect of my life because I don’t want to talk to you about it.” I said.

 

          “Fine. Be that way.” He said. Ok.

 

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Another Conversation

With a Black African American Female Friend

 

          “Does your family and others know how you are with us year after year?” She asked.

 

          “Do people know how kind and relaxed you are year after year?” She asked.

 

          “No.” I answered.

 

          For a moment I gave it a thought:

 

          “My family and Minnesota friends all think I’m an “f****** freak.” I answered.

 

          “Someday your family and friends ought to meet us and we have testimonial for them as to how great of a friend and neighbor you’ve been to us over the years.” She said.

 

          “You’re so strong and hardly ever talk about what you’re feeling.” She said.

 

          “You do us the great favor to tell us what you’re physically feeling and going through and in detail you are able to describe physical discomfort with great visual words, however, hardly ever do you tell us what you deeply feel or what you’re thinking while your thyroid tumors squeeze your voice box.” She said.

 

          “We can tell you’re strong. I can only imagine how strong you must be. You’re always cheerful and sweet and kind and able to respectfully interact with others even though you’re going through your own real hell.” She said.

 

          “You’re considered what people call, ‘The Bomb.’” They said.

 

          “You’re truly cool and awesome and ready with a smile even though you don’t have to smile at anyone.” She said.

 

          “It’s obvious the tumors are growing inward and crushing your voice box. It’s obvious. We all noticed as of this week. Your voice is going. Your voice has become thin over the years.”

 

          “Yep. I’m aware.” I said.

 

          “Of course, you are. Tell us, we’ve always wanted to know. How do you feel about your thyroid tumors? How are you truly doing?” They asked.

 

          Silence.

 

          “Gabriel, all of life is a test.” They said. Ok. I already know.

 

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Yet another Conversation

With Caucasian Peoples

 

          When it comes to Minnesota Caucasian peoples telling me about their “delusions of grandeur” about how they’ll someday be ‘rich and famous’ and until then to please give them my earnings and wages and do domestic volunteer work and volunteer cook or volunteer nanny for them then in the back of my mind I think about how awful of a trade it is to be imposed upon by anyone.

 

          “When we’re ‘rich and famous’ then you can either be our chauffer or cook or nanny.” They said.

 

          “What.” I said.

 

          “You can help us raise our family and volunteer to do all of our domestic work for us in exchange for your organic vegan meals and room. You can start now and if you can then please give us grocery money.” They said.

 

          “Well, my future career goals are to continue to write more so than to volunteer to take care of other peoples’ children or cook their meals or do their laundry or nanny or chauffer.” I said.

 

          “Plus, if you’ll be ‘rich and famous’ and I help you get there then why do I have to do all of the domestic house work and be an indentured servant without salary paid forever and ever?” I asked.

 

          “Because you’ll be our dearest friend who takes care of me and our whole family.” They said.

 

          “No, thank you.” I said.

 

          The number one rule to mature adulthood is to not to ever imposition another adult or human for anything unless it’s equal value of exchange in return.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 2,319

Weekly Word Count Goal: 5,000

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Wednesday, July 18, 2018

 

“May cramps parade through his bowels.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Sagacious (wise, knowing, of sound judgment, respected)

 

Because he is known as a sagacious person his opinions are respected.

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

 Dress.

 

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Chapter 26.

Page ?

 

Lavender has urged that persons habitually attentive to their attire;

 

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

 

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Happy Wednesday!

 

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          Mr. Cuddles:

 

          Mr. Cuddles is now my new favorite character.

 

          Mr. Cuddles is a true friend with warts and all.

 

          Oh, Mr. Cuddles.

 

          Yes, we raise a glass to fiction character Mr. Cuddles.

 

          Mr. Cuddles is like the early Mr. Roggers.

 

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          General Notes:

 

          Wow, it’s Wednesday already.

 

          Well, for the second time this summer 2018 as of this week I’ve been asked to be a silent business partner. I’m to conduct business while others supposedly get famous. I’ll think about it. I like to conduct none sexual business “behind the scenes” since looking “camera ready” is work.

 

          Plus, as of June 2018 it’s been once more explained to me by Caucasian Minnesotan higher education psychology low income earners, I’m “obese,” too, much facial acne and swollen feet. Thank you. I’m absolutely aware.

 

          Only my generous and wonderful enemies tell me I ought to put my face on Television. I don’t seriously ever consider such absurdity.

 

          Can anyone imagine my face on television? I would be nervous as the dickens. No, thank you. This round Indigenous peasant face wasn’t made for Television plus there are no roles for a face like mine.

 

          Plus, what on Earth would I say or do over the broadcast airwaves?

 

          Yes, I’ve been informed I’m a ten times better actress than a one Ms. Meryl Streep. I don’t think so.

 

          My “party trick” is to act however I don’t act on stages or on film where it most counts. I took years of “acting for the camera” to be a better cinematographer as well as stage acting to be a better camera director as well as ballet and modern dance to be a better writer of choreography although I’m not much good on stage or on film or dance unless I’m playing around with friends or acquaintances or strangers as any “party trick” or whenever in possible physical danger.

 

          Oh, my singing voice is atrocious.

 

          No, I’m not tone deaf. On my way to master the four count.

 

          The only reason I require to learn how to sing is to get into “heaven” or “nirvana” which supposedly neither exists.

 

          My life isn’t a game. I don’t act in life. Acting’s for the stage or the camera with a fully committed audience. I truly live through my life as most people “live their lives.”

 

          Yes, the reason why it’s obvious I’m healthily confident is because I don’t stumble through most of life or awkwardly speak or get shy although it can happen at any time.

 

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          Pristine:

 

          Yes, the last time I checked I have a healthy and beautiful vagina in full working order.

 

          Yes, I’m a modern woman as most modern women are modern.

 

          For whatever reasons most people throughout the course of three decades have taken the liberty to tell me to my face I’m either “pristine” or “boring” or “an old woman” or a “regular” person or a social “babysitter” or a “nobody” and no one ought to ever be romantically attracted to me since I’m short and “ugly” and obese and acne scarred and large cup sized breasts and scarred and it’s been brought to my attention I give lectures like 1990’s moms.

 

          Well, yes for the most part I’ve spent my life learning and reading and researching as a “stay at home body” because it’s my place to learn and to stay out of trouble as a woman of color and as for being considered “an old woman” well, what more is there to be said? Nothing.

 

          As for being considered a “regular” person. I most certainly am a “regular” person. I haven’t ever made myself out to be anything other than “regular” except most people who know me well enough knows perfectly well I’m working on “getting my hands on...”

 

          As for being considered a “nobody.”

 

          Well, I have a large complicated family and respectful friends and none sexual neighbors. Thank you very much.

 

          As for being considered “ugly.”

 

          Most people don’t have any trouble finding consented sexual intercourse.

 

          Not once do I really ever care what derogatory words I’m called since psychology points out usually what people call others is considered their deepest fears. Ok.

 

          People give themselves away in speech and pattern and form.

 

          The secret to longevity is to stay healthy and youthful-feeling no matter how much or little others are willing to acknowledge or see beauty in others throughout the world.

         

          No, I’m not pristine.

 

          No, I’m not the elite.

 

          The elites live in Boston.

 

          Simply, I’m aging as any other bioorganic substance in matter.

 

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Lunch Time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

 

“May delirium guide even his words.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Histrionic (of or pertaining to stage and acting)

 

The Histrionic Mr. Poe is the title of the book.

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

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          Muslim American Sexual Gossip:

 

          No, the rumors aren’t true.

 

          Not once and not ever have I so much as taken off my clothes or French kissed or held hands or groped or felt up the private sexual genital parts of any of my Muslim American male friends even though my male friends’ other male friends have told me the friends have been informed I’ve held consented sexual intercourse with my Muslim American male friends when I don’t know what anyone’s penises or vaginas or genitalia looks like.

 

          No, my Muslim American male friends and I haven’t ever French kissed.

 

          Yes, I eat garlic and smoke American Spirit cigarettes and have bad breath and love it. No, I don’t have rotten breath.

 

          Simply, stinky breath from a particular lifestyle to kill bad gut bacteria with cooked garlic and I like to smoke cigarettes.

 

          No, not once have I ever been romantic or held any consented sexual intercourse with any of my Muslim American male friends.

 

          No, none of my Muslim American male or Muslim American female friends knows what my breasts or buttocks or ribs or vagina or legs or belly button or cleavage looks like.

 

          Yes, I made the mistake to use the word “c***” in intellectual debate. Yes, I took liberties with my language usage therefore it’s been explained to me I acted like a “c***” for utilizing the word “c***.”

 

          No, I’m not a “savage.”

 

          Yes, once in my lifetime I’ve made usage of “savage” tactics in debate form to teach a lesson no one will soon forget.

 

          Yes, I’m an Indigenous peasant and peasants usually tend to the land as farmers and are monogamous and none sexually hold peaceful relations with family, friends and neighbors and don’t sexually harass anyone.

 

          No, nobody’s romantically in love with anyone. Nope.

 

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English as a Second Language Adult

 

We Got Lost In Translation.

We Did.

We most certainly did.

 

For Thirty Years,

Best friends complain that I’m “intense.”

What.

 

Over here we do domestic work

Or take care of properties  

Or write or read or research

Or watch cinema or run errands

Or daylight or daytime text

Or care or train domesticated dogs

Or prepare and cook organic meals

Or gift petty cash

Or barter or fair trade

For legitimate organic domestic work

In exchange for organic vegan local foods.

 

No, I’m not a “pirate.”

No, I’m not a “scavenger.”

No, I’m not a “savage.”

 

Yes, I’m a modern woman.

Yes, once in thirty years I’m apt to make

A one of a type mistake in debate form

 

No, I’m not a victim.

No, I’m not a martyr.

No, I’m not vulnerable.

 

No, I’m not confused.

Yes, I know exactly how I feel.

Thank you.

 

My simple goal is not to ever develop crushes.

My simple goal is not to fall in love.

People are liabilities.

 

No, I’m not a hermit.

No, I’m not a recluse.

Yes, I’m a “home body.”

 

No, I’m not a pervert.

Yes, I do swear.

Yes, people hate how I utilize English.

 

No, I don’t have consented sex with male or female friends.

No, I don’t ever go around kissing male or female friends.

No, I’m not asexual.

However, friends and neighbors and family members are off limits

No, I don’t ever sexually take liberties with anyone

 

No, I don’t take my clothes off at all.

Yes, I love debate and banter.

At the end of the day,

I don’t like to be an intellectual.

 

Yes, I’m terrible at “thinking on my feet”

Even though I’m supposedly brilliant

 

Life’s Good

Words are only Words

Words aren’t actions

 

Yes, whenever anyone offers

Anyone else an apology

Then please graciously accept the apology

And don’t begin by raising one’s voice

And rudely point out

What a terrible person the other person is

When simply a one of a kind mistake occurred

 

Apologies hardly ever come around.

Hardly ever.

 

No, I don’t get easily offended.

Simply, I mirror other peoples at their levels.

 

Peoples tell me I don’t know how to control my temper.

Peoples don’t control their tempers with me.

 

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None Sexual Friendships

 

          Not anytime recently has anyone seen my vagina. Thank you.

 

          Hardly any men in the world could or would describe my vagina. Thanks.

 

          In general mature adult men don’t describe women’s vaginas.

 

          Truly, I’m eloquent in speech and form, however.

 

          No, I’m not any type of professional speech speaker.

 

          No, I don’t write public speeches for politicians.

 

          No, I don’t do professional debate.

 

          No, I don’t do professional chess.

 

          No, I’m not any type of professional referee.

 

          No, I’m not any type of professional judge.

 

          Yes, I drive like a “grandma.” Ok. Thanks.

 

          Whenever peoples get incredibly offended and defensive in conversation or discussion or debate form and raise their voices particularly and specifically at me then I take such peoples seriously and match and mirror peoples’ octave levels and facial expressions and hand gestures because aggressive or offended peoples’ loudness and gestures do speak for themselves as “body language” usually does speak volumes more than words.

 

          Now, in modern times the English expression: “How dare you” doesn’t hold any weight or power in modern English language since such any expression was last heard in the late 1880’s and now is supposed to be literally a hilarious and funny phrase and it’s an “ice breaker” in conversation whenever anyone says “How dare you” because no one wears tops hats or bonnets anymore. It’s 2018. Let’s go. Let’s rock ‘n’ roll.

 

          Now, in modern times the English expression: “Get out of my way” doesn’t hold any weight or power in modern English language since such any expression was last heard in the late 1880’s and now is supposed to be literally a hilarious and funny phrase and it’s an “ice breaker” in conversation whenever anyone says “Get out of my way” because no one wears tops hats or bonnets anymore. It’s 2018. Let’s go. Let’s rock ‘n’ roll.

 

          We’re no longer in Kansas, baby. Let’s go.

 

          By the time anyone’s gotten so offended at anything basic or simple as science and medicine, then ‘I don’t know what we’re talking aboutbecause in general one doesn’t ever speak about anyone’s specific health issues or do if comfortable otherwise it’s  best to be general about overall health or not discuss health at all.

 

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Mistakes Happen…

 

          For as long as I live I shan’t make use of any “savage” tactics in debate form especially not in speech or communications.

 

          For as long as I live I shan’t ever make use of the word “c***” in debate form therefore I won’t be looked upon as a “c***” for teaching lessons outside the constructive evident format of debate and form.

 

          Nevertheless, heated conversations about personal mistakes can be some of the most awkward and difficult conversations to have and I don’t like awkward. I like fluidity.

 

          Although, I can get or become or make myself extremely properly awkward especially when I’m on Pointe as for how awkward the conversations can get about mistakes then I’m correct to act awkwardly especially when other peoples’ main and only desire is to want to “drive points home” and give lectures and requires to do all of the talking with basic assumptions without any room for rebuttals one must listen and take the scrutiny and criticism except what’s the point when the other person believes one’s a scoundrel rather than a completely embarrassed and awkward friend who’s deeply apologetic about mistakes in miscommunications.

          My male friends of ten, twenty, thirty years for whom I haven’t ever French kissed much less held hands with me, all tell me mistakes are made in friendships and its okay and not to beat myself up since I hardly ever make social mistakes.

 

          2018 has been the year of faux pas. I take full responsibility. Bad intelligence.

 

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One-Sided Conversations

 

          In general people talk about greetings and salutations.

 

          American television and American literature holds a skewed portrayal of modern peoples’ such as with ethics and values in communications, however.

 

          In my entire thirty years of experience living in America most of 90% of my social experiences are either with Americans who tend to get condescending or competitive or get dismissive or yell and scream or raise their voice at me if I don’t agree with them which usually I probably won’t ever agree when people make incredible assumptions about how real life is or how real life can get in awkward and gracious and difficult moments in conversations or debates or speech or communications.

 

          To convey any real constructive thought outside of one’s brain is brilliant.

 

          People get easily offended by me for two reasons:

 

          People tell me, the first time they were ever inappropriate with me and I respond with kindness then I nearly embarrass people.

 

          Two, whenever people have placed me in direct line of danger; or sexually harassed me or inappropriately took liberties with my body then I don’t ever consider or think of myself as a “victim” and/or think or say: “This happened to me.” I was sitting here minding my own business interacting with others then suddenly someone French kissed me or pinched my buttocks or pinched my nipple or groped or grabbed me.

 

          No. I don’t ever say: “This happened to me.”

 

          What’s the point?

 

          Most of women’s lives are about sexual harassment or sexual molestation or sexual assault or rape.

 

          No woman ever says: “This happened to me.” Nope.

 

          As women we take the abuse since we know better than to say: “This happened to me.”

 

          Women expect to have liberties taken with our bodies and we flee such advances. We know.

 

          Women know what it’s like to be inappropriately fondled and touched or forcibly kissed with tongue and mouth and saliva.

 

          Women know.

          We know.

 

          Therefore women keep our hands to ourselves. Always.

 

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General Topics of Conversation or Not

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about the weather and specifically wind patterns or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how in general cancer cells reproduce or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how to live an organic vegan lifestyle or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about long distance running barefoot or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how acne hormonally develops differently in men than in women or not discuss it at all. (Acne above the chin is stress. Acne below the chin is hormonal.)

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how to best organic compost or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about organic farming or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how to hunt black bear with bow and arrow or not discuss it at all. One must utilize the entire parts of the animal.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about world religion, however. It’s best not to ever speak or talk about politics or religion in the United States of America or not discuss at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about animation or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about the theories of “Game of Thrones” or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can write a dissertation about graphic novels or not discuss at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how to best and generally wash or clean the vagina with nothing other than water or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how to best not wear “thong” underwear then women don’t get reoccurring “yeast infections” which yeast infections can and does get passed unto the male or female consenting sexual spouses back and forth continuously over the years and decades or not discuss it at all. How exhaustive.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how to best not wear high heels since high heels ruins the alignment of the spine, muscles and bones in the legs and feet or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how to best not wear makeup since the charcoal minerals seep into the skin and bloodstream which stay there forever as charcoal collects in the eyelids well after death or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about oxygen in the bloodstream and the higher levels of oxygen then the longevity and the healthier the individuals live or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how to keep the lungs from ever hurting when one’s a cigarette smoker. No, my lungs don’t ever hurt unless I get a terrible chest cold otherwise kosher or Halal or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about how to not wear any jewelry or how not to carry wallets in one’s back pockets to keep the spine perfectly aligned since the spine connects to the brain or not discuss it at all. Correct. Yep. Right.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about the cosmos or not discuss it at all.

 

          Personally, I can hold an hour long conversation about quantum physics or not discuss it at all.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriela

 

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Friday, July 13, 2018

 

“On the tips of tongues the fate of the world rests.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Respite (delay or postponement, intermission of labor)

 

The condemned man was granted respite.

 

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 Dress.

 

Habitual Attention To Attire.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 323

 

Lavender has urged that persons habitually attentive to their attire; display the same regularity in their domestic affairs. He also says: “Young women who neglect their toilet and manifest little concern about dress, indicate a general disregard of order---a mind but ill adaptive to the details of housekeeping---a deficiency of taste and of the qualities that inspire love.

 

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          Not utilizing swear words in a modern era is almost like near complete silence which silence isn’t anything anyone’s ever after in conversations unless one hangs out amongst family or friends or strangers then one can go completely silent and not mind it.

 

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North Van Ness, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California

 

          Well, what about Hollywood, Los Angeles, California?

 

          August 2017 I spent one week recuperating in North Van Ness, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California I noticed half of Los Angeles smokes cigarettes and immediately I fell in love with the lack of judgment from anyone around other than airport tourists.

 

          If the smog doesn’t kill one in Los Angeles than nothing much else will other than fast traffic or gun violence or cancerously polluted water.

 

          Nearly anyone in Los Angeles smokes cigarettes and no one cares.

 

          No one cares what people do in Los Angeles. I love L.A.

         

          Los Angeles is one huge highway stretching for miles and miles and miles of pavement.

 

          Mainly the parts of Los Angeles which are flat are made for skateboarding nirvana except for one major aspect of Los Angeles which no one ever tells tourists: the Earthquake cracks can be semi deadly to either walk on or skateboard on the sidewalks.

 

          One of the main reasons I left Boston, MA in 2005 was due to cobble stone streets.

 

          Forget brick.

          Brick’s a dream come true compared to cobble stone streets.

 

          One of the main reasons I left Duluth, MN in May of 2004 was due to huge cracks on the sidewalks from brutal winters of the ground shifting from extreme cold to extreme heat.

 

          One of the main reasons I left Costa Rica in September of 2007 was due to the lack of roads and zero skateboarding outside of San Jose, Costa Rica.

 

          Even though I was recuperating from a surgical procedure I took it upon myself to take the time to skateboard Hollywood, Los Angeles, California and not once and not ever did I come across one single organic Co-Op health food store.

 

          We (other tourists and me) spent time in Hollywood, Los Angeles and went and saw the La Brea Tar Pits, the subway and the garment district and downtown business district and television city and an hour drive to Venice Beach and Korea town and not once did I ever come across anything organic vegan. I searched far and wide.

 

          The first day in the Van Ness neighborhood I walked for about 1.5 miles in search of organic vegan foods and found a bagel shop or bakery shop and stopped there and bought a sandwich for $10.00 to eat none organic vegan.

 

          A ten dollar sandwich is extremely expensive especially when the bread isn’t organic non-GMO gluten free, free trade or the vegetables aren’t organic or the meats free range and cage free and no hormones or no antibiotics.

 

          On my first mid afternoon on my way back from the bakery I stopped into a local “mom ‘n’ pop” shop in search of organic avocados and organic mangos and organic bananas and other basic kitchen items such as pots and pans and cooking spoons and none were to be found.

 

          No cookware was to be found in all of Los Angeles.

          How is this possible?

 

          My personal weekly goal became one in search of pots and pans and cookware and organic vegan foods since I was told California was the capitol (correction) of organic vegan culinary, except I found Mexico City culinary, circa 1994, the fourth time I visited Mexico.

 

          In the parts of Van Ness, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California I mainly found retired Russian American populations of incredibly kind and brusque Russian Americans in the same form as one finds retired kind and brusque communities of Russian Americans living in Loring Park, Minneapolis, MN.

 

          In the part of Van Ness, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California I mainly found working Mexican American family populations of incredibly kind and brusque Mexican Americans in the same form as one finds kind and brusque communities of Mexican Americans living off of Bloomington Avenue and Lake Street in Minneapolis, MN.

 

          In the Van Ness, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California neighborhood we (other tourists and myself) noticed Mexican children are given “Coca Cola” soda for breakfast or for early morning drinks.

 

          The other tourists and I almost lost our heads together.

          We talked about it.

 

          Hardly any single Mexican or Mexican American spoke English much less properly much less hardly any English.

 

          The Mexican American food was much, too, expensive for how dirty and dusty the food was.

 

          Absolutely no organic produce were to be found anywhere.

 

          The commercial produce I’d bought was rotted. Immediately I threw it out. There was absolutely nothing more to be said or done for spending a small fortune on rotted vegetables and fruits.

 

          Anywhere we went (other tourists and me) we either had to pay a fortune to park, or another fortune for water or another fortune for commercial snacks such as basic sugar sodas or spend another small fortune to eat basic Vietnamese cuisine which in Minnesota two meals cost about $20.00.

 

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What about it?

 

          Yes, I fell in love with the basic and shallow sweetness of Hollywood, Los Angeles, California’s Mexicans who smiled at the drop of a hat, however, it was Mexicans or Latino men in their fifties and sixties who continually exuded 1970’s sexual vibes and openly discussed my sexuality or my looks without my permission.

 

          Yes, I had to put the locals in their place and I conscientiously raised my voice at one local Latino while in front of the walls of Paramount Studios while Paramount held their cemetery party which I kept being invited to and no I didn’t go even though I was given a proper invitation.

 

          Yes, I most absolutely did raise my voice whenever Latino men took it upon themselves to think they could openly speak about my vagina or sexuality. Au contraire.

 

          No, no one has any permission to speak about my vagina or sexuality. Absolutely, not.

 

          Anywhere I went in Los Angeles then half of the population of men asked me to marry them within ten minutes of meeting. Ha. Funny. Most men detest the very idea of marriage.

 

          Most women also detest the idea of marriage.

 

          Men didn’t want to non-sexually date and go out for a drink or a meal. No.

 

          Men wanted me to go to the downtown, Los Angeles’s court house and get married. No, thank you.

 

          For the most part Mexican women didn’t like me and somehow I made such women insecure about their place in the world.

 

          The only thing which truly and continually gave me away in Los Angeles was the fact my clothes were of great and incredible Patagonia materials.

 

          Most of Los Angeles is dressed in extremely cheap materials and clothes made for warm weather.

 

          The Mexican women seemed threatened by my Latino American expressions and ability to get around L.A. even though it was nearly impossible to find shoe stores or pillow stores or jacket stores or kitchen ware or organics or vegan produce.

 

          The only reason I’d live in Los Angeles is for the great weather except the streets smells of rotted food since it’s warm and Los Angeles’s municipal engineering department hasn’t figured out how to come up with garbage cans for warm weather in ways in which one can eliminate terrible rotted street garbage odors.

 

          Most of Los Angeles smells like rotten food.

 

          Not once did I come across a recycling can in Los Angeles. I looked for them anywhere.

 

          Some places I skateboarded, I skateboarded ankle deep in garbage.

 

          Not once was I able to find any type of public clean water fountains or public restrooms or anything public and municipal friendly.

 

          There were no plazas or public places to convene.

 

          Los Angeles was pavement and more pavement and hardly any places to stop and shop or eat because the parking is absurd and the taxis are more expensive than the birth of a first born.

 

          Look: I fell in love with Los Angeles, Cali.

 

          More specifically I fell in love with Van Ness, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California.

 

          In one week’s stay I hardly ever heard any English or saw any Caucasians or black people. I only saw and heard and listened to Mexican Spanish.

 

          Although I was informed there’re higher homeless populations around Hollywood since there’s tourism and tourists are the only suckers who give away their money to the vagrants.

 

          No matter how much I want to get away from cold deadly frozen winters I don’t want to deal with anything deadly or snakes or bugs or whatever wild life.

 

          No matter how much I love the flat pavements I still require to be able to skateboard to organic vegan Co-Ops.

 

          No matter how much I love the smiling people I still require to recycle and compost foods.

 

          No matter how much I love the weather most middle income earners can barely afford their housing and food in Los Angeles.

 

          No matter how much I love the vibe of Los Angeles most middle income earners can barely afford clean water to drink.

 

          The reality of Los Angeles is such a place in which is based on dreams and not founded or based upon reality and I’m as real as people get. I’m also hilarious and funny and can be vulgar. However, what’s the point to vulgar other than for shock value.

 

          Most of Los Angeles wants…

                                                             

          Yes, I belong in vegan organic country which is Minneapolis, MN.

 

          Yes, I belong in skateboard country which is Minneapolis, MN.

 

          Yes, I belong in none rotted vegetable country which is Minneapolis, MN.

 

          Yes, I belong where progress belongs which is any peaceful vegan organic gardening local movement.

         

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

 

“Your friend has a friend, don’t tell.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Pensive (thoughtful, serious)

 

Mother was in a pensive mood after I told her what had happened.

 

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 Dress.

 

First Impressions.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 320

 

First impressions are apt to be permanent; it is therefore of importance that they should be favorable. The dress of an individual is that circumstance from which you first form your opinion of him. It is even more prominent than manner. It is indeed the only thing which is remarked in a casual encounter, or during the first interview.

 

What style is to our thoughts, dress is to our persons. It may supply the place of more solid qualities, and without it the most solid are of little avail. Numbers have owed their elevation to their attention to the toilet. Place, fortune, marriage have all been lost by neglecting it.

 

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          Oh, Comely!

          By

          Neutral Milk Hotel

 

[Verse 1]

Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath

Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left

With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene

That was doing her thing on your chest

But oh comely, it isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess

In your memory, you're drunk on your awe to me

It doesn't mean anything at all

 

[Verse 2]

Oh comely, all of your friends are all letting you blow

Bristling and ugly, bursting with fruits falling out from the holes

Of some pretty, bright, and bubbly friend

You could need to say comforting things in your ear

But oh comely, there isn't such one friend that you could find here

Standing next to me, he's only my enemy

I'll crush him with everything I own

 

[Chorus]

Say what you want to say

Hang for your hollow ways

Moving your mouth to pull out

All your miracles aimed for me

 

[Verse 3]

Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies

While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park

Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums

The music and medicine you needed for comforting

So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving

And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me

Soft silly music is meaningful magical

The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries

All of them milking with green fleshy flowers

While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines

Smelling of semen all under the garden

Was all you were needing when you still believed in me

 

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          Intellectual Think Tanks:

 

          No, I’m not any type of concubine.

 

          No, I’m not any type of intellectual concubine.

 

          No, I’m not in any open relationship.

 

          No, I don’t practice poly-amorous.

 

          No, I’m not a nudist.

 

          No, no one gets to see my underwear. Thank you very much.

 

          Well, the only time when anyone has ever publically seen my underwear is when my underwear fell out of my dirty laundry bag at the LAX airport security, however by then I’d already been X-rayed and barefoot without socks and without a belt and all of my change out of my pockets and my wallet separated from my body and my personals scanned.

 

          No, I don’t believe in attending “prostitution solons.”

 

          No, I don’t attend “writers’ solons.”

 

          Yes, in the fall of 2004 I was asked why I didn’t open up an “intellectual” “think tank” and none sexual “meeting of the minds.”

 

          The only answer I gave was this: Paraphrase: “‘Thanks for asking. The main reason why I won’t ever open up any type of “intellectual think tank” or none sexual intellectual writers’ solon is because ultimately people are a liability. Plus I wouldn’t want to have to host and be an intellectual adversary (challenger/opponent) at the same time. It would take, too, much energy.’ ” Silence from everyone in the room. Ok.

 

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          Neutral Milk Hotel’s Website:

 

          Fiber optic internet issues:

 

          Well, who knows what I did? I pressed some button and a warning sign came up for pornography. I had to shut down the computer and start the computer back up again.

 

          Possibly for the first time ever I went to a “Neutral Milk Hotel” website since I went in search of lyrics of “Oh, Comely.”

 

          No, I neither know anyone in the band Neutral Milk Hotel nor do I go out of my way to meet anyone from the band Neutral Milk Hotel.

 

          Absolutely I don’t ever go out of my way to meet anyone rich or famous since most are quite eccentrics and we live worlds apart.

 

          Yes, I’m considered a “regular” human and Citizen and Civilian. I’m supposedly the most relaxed and calm human alive until I’m not with good reason and logic or if violently or physically abused.

 

          The Neutral Milk Hotel website stated something about how Jeff Magnum (misspelling, please excuse me, I don’t know) was (Blank English Word) after the success of their sophomore album.

 

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          The Famous Moon Walk:

 

          For the first time, three weeks ago my Muslim American friends showed me a music video with a one Mr. Michael Jackson and a live performance of Mr. Michael Jackson’s famous “Moon Walk.” We watched in complete silence. It was incredible. We loved it all. How terrific.

 

          Yes, yes, I’m aware “everyone and their grandmothers know Michael Jackson.” Ok.

 

          Personally, I didn’t know a one Mr. Michael Jackson however people grew up with the Jackson family in Gary, Indiana.

 

          Yes, I’ve been aware of many stories since 2005 when we did an artist residency and documentary feature film about mature adult women of Gary, Indiana and their offspring. Thanks. Cheers.

 

          No, I haven’t ever made time to go online and watch any live performances of Michael Jackson.

 

          INXS:

 

          This Sunday over online television I stumbled upon a band titled “INXS” and as a hyperbole expression I ‘almost fell over’ since I didn’t know the band members were Caucasian males from who knows where? Ha.

 

          Is “INXS” truly Brit? No. Really. Ok. I’ll have to research where INXS is from. Perhaps, I’ll get around to this research in the next decade. Cheers.

 

          Oh, for one year I did indeed listen to INXS in either 1989 or 1990? Are these dates, right? Yes.

 

          Cassette Tapes:

 

          Ok. Well, continually over the summer months since 2010 I’ve placed a tape cassette into a tape deck to listen to the music on the tape cassette.

 

          On the tape cassette label and clear as day is one of my Sardinia, Italia sibling’s handwriting from 1987? or 1992? or 1996? which says: “U-2 The Joshua Tree.”

 

          My Sardinian, Italian, Duluth, MN, New England, MA adopted sister now lives in Frankfurt, Germany and I’ve visited her and her family there.

          Unfortunately, it’s finally arrived to my attention the entire tape cassette is blank.

 

          While I went about my responsibilities about the place not once and not ever did I hear any sound come out of the cassette tape player then when the tape wound to the end of the spool the tape player button switched itself off. Oh, well.

 

          Now, I’ll look for any type of cassette tape with “U2’s The Joshua Tree” album.

 

          Personally, I don’t think tape cassette music exists anymore.

 

          Well. Ok.

 

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Fictional Characters are Made-Up.

Regular People are Regular

 

No, regular people aren’t fictional characters.

 

Television isn’t real.

Fiction (imaginary writing) isn’t real.

Rap videos aren’t real.

Lyrics aren’t real.

Poems aren’t real.

Entertainment isn’t real.

Movies aren’t real.

Commercials aren’t real.

Magic isn’t real.

Mass media is manipulated.

All’s well.

All’s calm.

These are basic truths we’ve known since ‘the age of fire.’

Fire is literally hot and real and burns.

Please, don’t anyone play with fire. Thank you.

The World’s a whole larger than Minnesota.

 

No, I’m not cross eyed.

No, I’m not “retarded.”

The Native Americans

Say not to ever allow for one’s soul

To be stolen by photographs. I agree.

 

          Fictional (not real) characters in fiction writing or television sitcoms or commercials or otherwise storylines with sci-fi or children’s tales or dragon stories aren’t real people.

 

          What don’t Americans understand about fictional characters?

 

          Fictional Characters are the following:

 

          “Helen of Troy” wasn’t a real person.

 

          “Helen of Troy” is an imaginary character and not true.

 

          The imaginary storyline of “Helen of Troy” is about a fourteen or fifteen year old girl from Sparta who was kidnapped by Troy and raped then for a nine year “Trojan War” Helen went to stay hidden and sheltered.

 

          “Mr. Darcy” isn’t a real person.

 

          “Mr. Darcy” is an imaginary character and not true.

 

          “Georgiana Darcy” isn’t a real person.

 

          “Georgiana Darcy” is an imaginary character and not true.

 

          The first time I was ever compared to the imaginary character “Helen of Troy” I was fifteen years of age and fully dressed without ever being touched at all I stood in a sunny professional commercial studio above a city while professional Caucasian business men fully dressed in suits held an hour long inquiry and asked me questions about my life, and also such men had asked to meet me when the men were in their forties and fifties and all agreed I was “Helen of Troy” which I had already read Homer’s literary works therefore I said nothing. What was there to say?

 

          No, I’m no “Helen of Troy.”

 

          What’s the point of comparing a breathing human to a fictional imaginary character? There isn’t.

 

          The comparison was, too, great and I’ve always known myself to be a Mayan peasant.

 

          The first time I was ever compared to the imaginary character “Georgiana Darcy” was in the fall of 2000 when my organic vegan New England, MA blue blood non-sexual Harvard former boyfriends told me I reminded them of kind “Georgiana Darcy” yet I hold the hardened and calloused exterior of imaginary character “Mr. Darcy” since then I’ve been nicknamed “Mr. Darcy.”

 

          Although for the most part the ‘inside joke’ is I’m supposedly as “sweet” “Georgiana Darcy.”

 

          People have told me I ought to have been born a man.

 

          People have told me I ‘think like a man’ yet I’m ‘all woman.’

 

          No, I’m no “Georgiana Darcy.”

 

          No, I’m no “Mr. Darcy.”

 

          What’s the point of comparing a breathing human to any fictional imaginary characters? There isn’t.

 

          The comparison was, too, great and I’ve always known myself to be a Mayan peasant.

 

          “ ‘Aside from being compared to a fictional character, you’re the type of woman who men would go to war for. No wonder you’re so calm and relaxed.’” He said.

 

          Thanks. Silence from me.

 

          “The other thing you are is a sea turtle.

          You take your sweet time.”         

 

          “Please, join us in ‘a meeting of the minds.’”

 

          “What are you doing sitting there?”

 

          Laughter. On my part.

 

          “Either talk or sing.”

 

          “No, thank you.”

 

          “Ok. I’ll participate as ‘impartial judge.’”

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

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Tuesday, July 10, 2018

 

“In good times it’s good to talk: in bad times, not to.”

 

 (Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Polemical (involving controversy, disputing)

 

He loved to argue some polemical subject.

 

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 Dress.

 

Bathing Costumes.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 341-342 

 

The bathing-dress should be made of flannel. A soft gray tint is the neatest, as it does not soon fade or grow ugly from contact with salt water. It may be trimmed with bright worsted braid. The best style is a loose sacque or the yoke waist, both of them to be belted in and falling about midway between the knee and the ankle. Full trowsers gathered into a band at the ankle, an oilskin cap to protect the hair, which becomes harsh in the salt water, and socks of the color of the dress complete the costume.

 

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Irritated with “Helen of Troy”

 

Ok. Eventually I’ll get into the

Verbal Chess

Game, Set, Match.

 

No, I don’t consider myself “Helen of Troy.”

Absolutely, not.

 

No, I’m not running for Governor of any State.

 

Yes, for twenty years,

People ask me to run for Governor

No, thank you.

 

Yes, for thirty years

People tell me

I’m either “Helen of Troy” or brilliant

Thank you.

 

Yes, in Minnesota

As of July 9, 2018

People have begun

To call me “Einstein”

 

No, I don’t ever consider myself to be “Einstein.”

No, I don’t ever consider myself to be “Helen of Troy”

 

          Weekly, anytime I mow lawns in the daytime then in the early hours of the evening around 9:00pm my body feels as though my thighs ran half a mile through thick mud. Ha. Wonderful.

 

          The last time I ran through thick mud was in fall of 2003 on the Gunflint Trail, Grand Marais, MN.

 

          Yes, whenever I “relax” in mixed company then I get quiet and peaceful and enjoy intelligent back-and-forth banter amongst peaceful parties.

 

          Personally, I do stay out of conversations, however.

 

          Since 1990, I personally stay out of intellectual banter even though it’s my favorite types of communications. I stay out of intellectual banter since I’m English as a Second Language adult.

 

          Last night, I lost a friend a small fortune in verbal chess.

 

          Yes, I lost the game by choosing not to play. Ha.

 

          Not playing verbal chess isn’t an option any longer.

 

          People have decided to throw me into the intellectual verbal chess game of debate and food bets and watch me swim. Ok.

 

          Yes, the first organic food bet I ever made was fall of 2006 and I bet one organic mango. I lost the bet and brought in one organic mango to share for everyone to eat and we did.

 

          People have become stinking angry with me for choosing to platonically and none sexually to literally dance fully dressed on dance floors (once per decade) or quietly sit by while I keep myself from laughing out loud at the intelligent banter amongst peaceful parties.

 

          On average while we socialize, people or guests or hosts either assume I’m not having a good time or assume I’m uncomfortable or assume I’m not having fun or assume I’m easily offended. Au contraire. I’m a writer.

 

          Most writers have read or directly been told the horrors of life therefore we think mostly life’s hilarious and fun.

 

          Yes, if Mozart was truly as “cheeky” as Mozart is depicted in one particular film then without ever being physically cheeky I’ve developed a cheeky sense of humor and attitude about most anything in life.

 

          It’s obvious I want to laugh out loud at stupid ideals and stupid ideas and incorrect word usage, however.

 

          Americans take themselves extremely seriously therefore it’s best not to ever laugh out loud since Americans can instantaneously switch the conversation from driving tests to deaths in the family to personal lectures on being a good guest. Ha. I don’t crack a smile. I don’t dare.

 

          English is nearly impossible to get right.

 

          Since the second weekend in June 2017 I’ve received majorly extensive nearly hour long lectures from Caucasian-Minnesotans and Mexican-Minnesotan Americans and black-Minnesotan American men about how I ought to converse and interact with people rather than either dance all night long or go quiet and relaxed without much verbal input from me.

 

          People tell me it’s not fair to have “Einstein” or “Helen of Troy” or mature adult “Georgiana Darcy” in the room as any other guest and hardly ever have “Einstein” say anything more than a few mere words or greetings to other guests then concentrate on my own thing of quietly go about checking out the food and drinks and quietly listening to others’ debates and stories.

 

          People and hosts want me to get into the game and play “impartial judge.” Oh, I don’t want to.

 

          What if I make the wrong call in verbal chess? Ha.

 

          Ok. I’ll play peaceful and non violent and impartial judge.

 

          As of last night’s one-on-one forty minute lecture (11:00pm-11:40pm) on being a good guest: It’s been implored upon me to be an “impartial judge” and jump right into the conversation at anytime no matter what since the sexless verbal chess game’s on. Ok.

 

          Usually, on average it takes me about one decade (ten years) to get up the energy and stamina to have awesome and heated debates and back-and-forth intellectual banter to be sassy still yet mainly not to ever have any strangers or acquaintances or guests have their emotions or feelings hurt specifically not by me or get offended by any means since the last aspect in my life is not to ever go out of my way to purposely offend or hurt anyone since I don’t ever go out of my way to hurt anyone for any reason and it’s obvious to anyone unless they’re dead.

 

          On average it takes me about one decade for people to get comfortable with me since most of the time whenever people first meet me then people assume I’m an undercover police officer.

 

          Only police officers and Caucasian people shake hands.

 

          Yes, only Caucasian doctors or prominent higher education Caucasian or black business men want to shake my hand. I have terrible aim. I have terrible eye hand coordination. However, I have great balance therefore I skateboard. No, I don’t shake hands unless in debate form or conversation.

 

          No, I’m not an undercover police officer. I’m not.

 

          Yes, I’ve been told to become governor since I’m non judgmental and relaxed and playful and fun and legally mischievous.  

 

          Yes, I’ve been told the party’s where I’m at. Thanks.

 

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“Finger It, To Figure it out”

A Twenty-Five

Free Form

Stanza Poem

By

Mr. San Diego and Mr. Boston, MA

 

          The entire of north, Minneapolis, MN and Uptown, Minneapolis, MN and the West Bank, Minneapolis, MN or the Seward neighborhood of Minneapolis, MN or the Midway of Minneapolis, MN or Summit Avenue of St. Paul, MN knows I’m incredibly relaxed yet proper and hold a high tolerance for patience and hardly ever swear unless I’m incredibly comfortable in particular company of friends and their friends who literally understand I won’t ever literally throw any dishware against the walls or I won’t ever flip any tables in anger or I won’t ever get out of control and hurt anyone.

 

          The world knows I’m an incredibly physically peaceful human therefore the world and I hang out.

 

          Although, I’ve been told by Caucasian Minnesota higher education males in their forties, fifties and sixties whenever I get pissing raging angry at sexual assault or plain rudeness without any consideration for life or death situations then I mainly have a mouth, however, not the temper to go with it. I calm right down then it’s over and done with and moving on and next.

 

          In the past I’ve gotten angry and screamed and yelled whenever Caucasian higher educated men have had the audacity and told me I would make a “terrible mother.”

 

          ‘Put a fork right into my left shoulder’ why don’t you?

 

          Yes, in the past I’ve allowed myself to become angry as the dickens and yelled into phones or texts still yet there’s the extent of my anger with words and only words since mostly other Minnesota women do have and do get physically violent and cause literal property damage whenever Caucasian women are stinking angry at or specifically with men.

 

          Caucasian higher educated Minnesota’s men tell me whenever I get angry with them then I have “a sailor’s mouth.” Yep.

 

          However, usually I disguise my “sailor’s mouth” to the best of my abilities and hardly ever swear for any reason at all.

 

          Although, who doesn’t love to swear? I love to swear.

 

          “Generation X” grew up swearing up a storm.

 

          Not utilizing swear words in a modern era is almost like near complete silence which silence isn’t anything anyone’s ever after in conversations unless one hangs out amongst family or friends or strangers then one can go completely silent and not mind it.

 

          Mainly, I’ve been told I’m one of the least threatening people anyone has ever met thus hosts will take it upon themselves to guard me and protect me from their friends, families and peoples for as long as they possibly can.

 

          On my end I’ve agreed to the same terms and conditions.

 

          Mainly, people know I don’t cheat or borrow or steal or lie.

 

          Yes, recently on July 3rd, 2018 I partook as an “impartial judge” in peaceful debate and my verbal chess skills were handed to me when one San Diego, CA and Boston, MA Muslim American guest gave the performance of a life time and went ahead and cried fake tears while he twisted truth into lie.

 

          It was the best ‘party trick’ I’ve ever seen. Bravo. I totally fell for it like a sucker. Truly, it was splendid. What an award winning performance. It was an Oscar award winning performance.

 

          My host had to tell the guest to come out with it and eventually tell me the truth or they would come to blows.

 

          The guest told me it wasn’t true and he made himself cry fake tears. I was stunned and stupefied. It was astonishing how far he was willing to take his debate and performance simply to win the argument about…

 

          The guest informed me he came from Hollywood, however, not once or not ever has he ever been paid to be any type of professional actor. Hooray.

 

          Yes, the gentleman is a business man with government contracts. Best of wishes.

 

           “Are you horny?” He asked me before the guest and I parted ways.

 

          “No, not particularly.” I said. “No, I’m not horny.” Ok.

 

          Yes, I’m always present since twenty years of Sanskrit visual mediation in the Lotus Position to dissolve tumors is a practice in which one does get reoccurring orgasms without ever touching oneself. The rush is incredible without having to masturbate.

 

          Why do hosts get easily irritated and annoyed by my lack of communications? I’m peacefully hanging out. I keep my clothes on and tend to eat snacks or drink tea.

 

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Don’t you get it?

You always win.

 

The way you use English

Automatically makes you the winner.

 

No one’s as kind as you or as direct as you are

 

Everyone’s trying to copy your speech patterns.

Everyone wants to be as genuine as you are.

However, coming face-to-face with you,

Reminds people how off the mark they are.

 

You’re the party.

 

Please, don’t be offended.

 

I’m not offended.

Otherwise, I’d tell you to your face.

Ha.

 

Then speak up and get into the game.

Ok.

         

          Yes, most people know I’m not into fame or fortune.

 

          Yes, most people know I’m a “regular” Citizen and Civilian.

 

          Yes, most people consider me the most “regular” person alive until I speak then people want me to continue to speak even when I say, “I’m done speaking and I have nothing more to say.”

 

          Yes, since 2014 people tell me to find a business muse and get inspired and get going and open up a prosperous company and successful business because I’m the type of person who doesn’t change personalities and is constantly peaceful and relaxed while mostly anyone else loses their brains over tiny little things.

 

          Yes, people tell me it’s obvious I detest money since I think money’s dirty and gold’s heavy and not able to carry anywhere when one runs errands.

 

          Yes, people tell me they know I’m a “regular” person however in conversation I’m fun and a burst of “sunshine.”

 

          People tell me I need a business and quick.

 

          However, I don’t know what type of business to run.

 

          The only thing I can think of is to write speeches or to hold safe and peaceful fun and playful debate in mixed company.

 

          Even some of the wealthiest of men have been denied romantic none sexual dates with me because such men at the end of a long evening of Costa Rican oysters and expensive champagne have lost their courage and confidence to directly and straight forward ask me to join them in their suites for strictly a night cap and beautiful intellectual banter without any sexual intercourse.

 

          For years, I’ve wondered if I could open up a none sexual intellectual saloon or intellectual laid back ‘think tank’ to have a “meeting of the minds” with all types of respectful and intelligent peoples. Nothing cheesy, though.

 

          Yes, I’ve wondered if I could host none sexual intellectual relaxed and peaceful and none violent and organic vegan foods and parties as an intellectual host rather than a sexual concubine.

 

          Yes, people tell me even though by Western modern standards I’m considered “ugly” this is a great compliment since it’s nearly impossible not to notice me at a party or gathering or event or get-together when I go about extremely quietly and think no one notices me. “We all notice you. It’s nearly impossible not to notice you.”

 

          People tell me if I build an artistic business or intellectual “saloon” or party or gathering then people would attend from all over mainly to meet with me and converse with me and peacefully hang out without sexual intercourse.

 

          Yes, if I were to become an extremely loud Italian then it’s only when I’m testing the room and my friends have been spiritually tested so often they simply call it a night and go home.

 

          My weaknesses are my strengths.

 

          My strengths are debilitating.

 

          My weakness mostly is anyone thinks I’m retarded.

 

          Let them believe one’s weaknesses prevail. Ok.

 

          Cheers.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 2,306

Weekly Word Count: 2,306

 

Thursday, July 5, 2018

 

“If you bring suspicion on yourself, don’t condemn anyone who thinks ill of you.”

 

 (Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Encroach (to trespass, to intrude, to enter upon another’s property or rights)

 

We tried not to encroach upon the rights of our neighbors.

 

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 Dress.

 

Dress for Evening Call.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 336 

 

Those who make a casual evening call will dress in a similar style, though somewhat more elaborate. A hood should not be worn unless it is intended to remove it during the call. Otherwise a bonnet should be worn.

 

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Last night, I was sexually harassed

East Lake Calhoun, MN

W. 36th St. and S. James Avenue

 

Corrupt Millennial

Somali Muslim Americans

Relocated to E. Lake Calhoun PKWY, MPLS, MN

 

Cocaine Addicts and Sexual Predators and Alcoholics

 

          Nope, I don’t know where to begin…

 

          Disclaimer: Yes, I’m a “none believer” (non Muslim) friend of only one peaceful Muslim American “Generation X” and “Millennial Generation” suburban Twin Cities, MN offspring of a father engineer to the United Nations.

 

          Social Disclaimer: Yes, once one turns 18 years of age then one becomes a fully legal adult and fully responsible for their actions and one must be legal abiding Citizens and Civilians as well as good neighbors and excellent family members and always care and respect and love for one’s family before any friendships.

 

          “Family’s everything.”

 

          Friendships are a way to keep oneself from being lonely.

 

          Only cocaine users believe life’s like high school. Wrong.

 

          Only cocaine users believe life’s like a porn film. Wrong.

 

          For the past three years (2015-2018) I’ve been well informed about how Portland, Maine holds a serious problem with Millennial Somali Muslim Americans as either sexual predators or severe alcoholics or brute gangster “wanna-be’s” or none gangsters yet with a high crime rate of convictions of criminal acts or physical violence or brutality or hate crimes or property damage.

 

           No, I don’t know what’s the matter with this specific Millennial Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American demographics in their twenties (21-28 young alcoholic parents) “who aren’t getting any younger” and the women wear their Hijabs and innocently act playful as Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American Millennial women who are considered “sexual freaks” by their male counterparts and the women are willing and prepared to be objectified to being treated as sex workers or worse however the women don’t get paid for the sex work to practically get raped or chocked or some or other form of physical abuse directly attributed to sexual misconduct and corruption.

 

          Legally without mentioning any names here I’ve been given a list of Millennial Portland, Maine Somali American women who work with children and in their private sector lives allow for the Millennial Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American men to choke and ‘date rape’ the women as though life’s a porn film. What a lame horse. Whatever. Lost Causes.

 

          Go back home to Portland, Maine because no one’s doing E. Lake Calhoun or Uptown, MPLS, MN any favors.

 

           Finally, I found out the root of the problem due to gang violence in Uptown, MN which is mainly contributed by the uneducated rich parents’ of the implants or transports or relocated Millennial Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American private ‘date rapist’ populations who introduced E. Lake Calhoun, MPLS, MN to ingrate Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American penniless broke brute “wanna-be” gangster alcoholics and cocaine addicts and sexual predators with criminal records.

 

          The common factor between the E. Lake Calhoun, MN relocated Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American Millennial populous and relocated 35th and E. Lake Street, Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American criminal populous is their love for severe alcoholism and cocaine use and sexual predators and criminal records which one demographics is supplier and the other demographics is demand.

 

          What a bunch of ingrates.

          What a bunch of inbreeds.

          What a bunch of perverts.

          What a bunch of creeps.

 

          Portland, Maine’s Somali Muslim American parents require for their Millennial offspring to return home to Portland, Maine and redeem themselves before such Millennial sexual predators of the uneducated and rich Somali Muslim Americans’ physically violent Millennial ingrates either gets sued or murdered or get innocent bystanders raped.

 

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Rotten Apples or Brain Damage or Plain Rude

 

          Over the Fourth of July 2018 we made plans to meet at 4:00pm as my platonic and none sexual specific Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American surrogate brothers and I made specific plans to meet up and relax and celebrate at home with no traffic jams or weirdoes or alcoholics who can’t hold their liquor and vomit or otherwise.

 

          No show from one of our family members. We waited until 7:00pm to call and make sure our family member wasn’t dead or raped or jumped or robbed.

 

          Three weeks ago one of our Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American platonic brothers was robbed by one of his supposed quasi female friend then the next day our immature brother told us he might be interested in the woman who robbed him. What.

 

          Yesterday, 7:30pm rolled around and I made a direct call to my platonic and none sexual surrogate Millennial Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American brother.

 

          A disruptor of my brother’s answered our brother’s phone and explained to me how it was the disrupter’s birthday. I wished the disruptor a happy birthday as I tasted sour saliva in my mouth.

 

          My platonic brother wasn’t able to answer his own phone since he was “blacked out” or “passed out” and drunk in the backseat of this demeaning man’s car. What.

 

          The birthday disruptor who answered the phone has a history of getting my platonic and none sexual surrogate Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American Millennial brother either landed in jail for public urination or drunk driving and gotten DUI’s and have had to deal with Sheriffs and the list goes on as of this January 24th, 2018.

 

           Each Monday my platonic Portland, Maine Somali Muslim American Millennial brother gets paid from the pizza shop in north, Minneapolis.

 

          Each Monday and Tuesday our brother spends all of his money on liquor for his terrible and rotten quasi wanna-be gangster friends then our brother comes home to the suburbs for the rest of the week and complains and verbally harasses and cries and is cruel against the rest of his family for stupidly spending his earnings on his loser friends who don’t ever watch out for the well being or the best interest of our brother’s heart.

 

          Anytime, anything happens then we go and literally bail out our brother from jail or give him rides at 7:15am to and fro community service for DUI’s or we talk him down off the ledge from depressive and cruel talk about how our brother hates us and he’s going to get his male friends to “jump” us or beat up our very own law abiding siblings. What.

 

          Our brother tells us how much he hates us and how boring we are and how he can barely stand to look at us and how we ruin his life even though we stay clear out of his way.

 

          Personally, I’ve only seen this type of extreme mood swings amongst cocaine users.

 

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Occurrence of Events

 

          Last night at 8:22pm we left our driveway in the suburbs to head to the McDonald’s on E. Lake Street to wait for a birthday disruptor to meet us there to drop off and pick up our drunken and “passed out” brother. No Show.

 

          Over the phone the birthday disruptor driving around drunk told us he left the McDonald’s on E. Lake Street and went back to Emerson in north, Minneapolis which we had more or less come from Emerson and north, Minneapolis. What.

 

          The drunken driving birthday disruptor told us to meet him at the parking lot of E. Lake Calhoun PKWY on W. 36th Street and Richfield Rd, or E. Lake Calhoun. We did.

 

          We waited until 9:23pm to once more text and let the misbehaving parties know our location or (20.) No show.

 

          Finally at 10:00pm the drunken driving birthday party showed up and parked on the west end of “Bde Make Ska” Parkway and refused to get out of the car and return with us back home where it’s safe and wonderful and comfortable.

 

          By 10:15pm the drunken driving birthday party drove away from us and headed up the hill on W. 36th Street and took the first left turn onto S. James Avenue and parked and about thirty Millennial Somali Muslim American young parents drunkenly made their way to the middle of the block of S. James Avenue to continue to “allegedly” snort cocaine and continue to get inebriated.

 

          Our family got out of the car and family members verbally disagreed with each other while our millennial brother smelled like a complete entire bottle of hard liquor oozing out of all of the pores in his body.

 

          Our brother was beyond drunk. Our brother was ‘mentally ill’ with excessive and deadly levels of alcohol in the bloodstream. I was surprised to see our brother much less stand up while he swore and screamed at his very own family while five other Somali men threatened to jump the sober brother of the drunken brother.

 

          None of the other Somali men hit or hurt the sober Somali brother because I think mostly anyone around knew there would be some serious ramifications and consequences to pay and with a camera phone I would’ve recorded the entire bloody and nasty mess.

 

          The mostly peaceful Somali men split up and walked away and left the two Somali brothers and the drunken brother’s Boston, MA and Worcester, MA (literal ghetto) drunken former criminal friend to get into our car and let’s go.

 

          Our drunken Somali brother had accidently left his phone with the birthday disrupter and once we were in our car then the drunken Somali brother whined and complained for me to stop the car and let him out. I had no intentions to stop a moving vehicle with incredible amounts of traffic all around and let him out.

 

          The only reason why I didn’t let him out was to prove to our drunken Somali brother I wasn’t any type of taxi service.

 

          What a waste of valuable time.

 

          We existed unto a highway ramp from Uptown, MN near the Basilica we drove 394 to 100 North and safely made it home even though near the Cub store my drunken Somali brother threatened to jump out of the moving vehicle while I drove at exactly 60 miles per hour. No way. My brother went to shake the handle and I reamed him out and yelled a good lecture on civility however my voice was constantly on the verge of laughter therefore I couldn’t pull off the gravitas of my words.

 

          We arrived at our driveway at 11:00pm.

 

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One Continual Hour of Sexual Harassment

         

          When I parked I told everyone to get out of the vehicle.

 

          The Worcester, MA extra drunken passenger we’d picked up by mistake or chance or as a hanger-on told me he would truly appreciated if he could be dropped off at Emerson and Broadway north by the arts center and I agreed.

 

          When we arrived at the McDonald’s near the intersection of Emerson and Broadway in north Minneapolis then the complete waste of time for a passenger told me he didn’t ever say he wanted to be dropped off there and to please drop him back off to W. 36th St. and S. James Avenue.

 

          Per as I was taught not to ever leave anyone drunk or otherwise on the streets because if drunken people were to hypothetically “denounced dead” then some legal responsibilities could be taken upon or against any parties involved in leaving anyone defenseless and drunk anywhere by themselves much less without a cell phone on their persons.

 

          Yes, I patiently explained to him he had specifically specified to be driven to Emerson and north Broadway. I did drive there. He told me he wasn’t getting out of the car. Ok. I didn’t want to argue.

 

          Back to Lagoon in Uptown, Mpls, MN and to E. Calhoun Parkway and up the street to W. 36th Street and S. James Avenue.

 

          We arrived at such a previous particular destination and the place was dark and the street was empty of cars. Everyone had left and gone.

 

          Immediately, I parked the car and the young man said to me, “Can I kiss you?”

 

          “Not unless you want to get punched in the face.” I said.

 

          “I’m going to kiss you.” He told me.

 

          “No, thank you. If you kiss me then there will be serious consequences for you tonight.”

 

          “Come on let me kiss you.” The Somali with feces breath told me.

 

          “No.” I bluntly reiterated.

 

          “Can I use your phone?” he asked.

 

          “No, I forgot my cell with my brothers back at home.” As I immediately explained to the man then my phone rang and my platonic and sober brother called and briefly we spoke together and I told him my exact location.

 

          When I hung up the line then I immediately turned the car around at the driveway of 3534 S. James Avenue since the young drunken Somali Worcester, MA American man didn’t have his cell on him and he didn’t know any of his contact numbers and needed to get on “Snap chat” to find his contacts, however. I don’t have “Snap chat” on my phone and then we would’ve needed to register the phone and this and the other and sign up for an account. Ridiculous.

 

          When I parked the car then I turned the car off and got out of the car with car keys in hand and sat down on the curb and smoked an American Spirit cigarette while the young man utilized my cell phone and began to fondle his private parts and stopped reading my phone and from the glow of the cell phone he looked directly at me and said, “let’s fuck.”

 

          “No, thank you. Find your phone numbers, let’s call your people then let’s go.”

 

          Only did I stand up from the curve because the Worcester, MA man told me he could barely work my phone and to please help him. I did help him out with my cell.

 

          “Do you fuck?” he asked.

         

          “Everyone fucks.” I said.

 

          “Yes. But do you fuck?” He asked again.

 

          “Please, don’t ask me such questions.” I said.

 

          “Do you have children?” He casually asked as though he were asking for the time or talking about the weather.

 

          Continuously I looked at the glowing screen on my phone to somehow sign up for “Snap chat.” I stalled.

 

          “No, we weren’t blessed with children.” I answered.

 

          “Who? You and your husband?” He wanted to know.

 

          “Yes.” I said to make matters simple.

 

          “Why not?” He pressed on.

 

          “We weren’t blessed with children because on-and-off for nine years I’ve been living with tumors. No, I’m not dying from tumors. Yes, I’m living with tumors. I’m extremely healthy.” I bluntly said.

 

          “Oh.” Finally he went silent.

 

          Whenever one replies bluntly then it’s mainly to always end any type of personal remarks spoken about anyone present in conversation.

 

          Personal curiosity in others’ conversation specifically personal remarks made about anyone present which can either come from ignorance or arrogance or straight forward nature to want to know personally about another person when it’s no one’s business to know anything about anything especially when parties approximately met about two hours earlier.

 

          Once people get personal with me then all I’m doing is to quickly change the subject.

 

          He told me to forget “Snap chat”.

 

          He got back into the car and the man from Worcester, MA took off his pants and I told him to put his pants back on and he did. He didn’t have any choice. He reclined all the way back on the front passenger seat then again touched himself.

 

          Twice we called his mom’s phone number.

 

          We set on course to drive to E. Lake Calhoun to 35th E. Lake Street to drop off the drunken and inappropriate Somali sexual harasser convict from Worcester, MA, 28 year old man and father of a small daughter and son.

 

          Also a father who told me the most grotesque things he does to Somali Muslim American Millennial women and the women are willing to put up with misogynists and physical abuse with rough intercourse and date rape and choke and strangulation of the young women and the women love it and take it up the ass.

 

          What a bunch of corrupt Somali Muslim American millennial sexual predators.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

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Weekly Word Count: 1,514 + 1,526 = 3,040 + 2,711 = 5,751

 

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

 

“The heart does not mean everything the tongue utters.”

 

 (Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Veracity (truthfulness, honesty)

 

Her veracity was not doubted because she was a truthful woman.

 

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 Dress.

 

Never Dress Above Your Station.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 328 

 

Never dress above your station; it is a grevious mistake, and leads to great evils, besides being the proof of an utter want of taste.

 

Care more for the nice fitting of your dress than for its material. An ill-made silk is not equal in its appearance to the plainest material well made.

 

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          Yes, I’m one citizen and civilian writer/blogger/diarist/journals.

 

          No, Citizen writers and Civilian writers and Citizen bloggers and Civilian bloggers don’t usually ever publically write lies since Citizens’ and Civilians’ nonfiction/diary/journal writing’s done under oath to the best of one’s knowledge and ability to write to the best of one’s memory which memory mostly always serves people wrong and communications can easily get “lost in translation” then miscommunications happen and peoples’ feelings get hurt and people either get sad or mad or angry then get over the hurt and move on and let go.

 

          Yes, I’m excellent at letting go of any negative emotions since I work. I work. I work. I don’t have time to sit around and play imaginary make-believe day-dreaming games about how or when someday I’ll be “rich and famous” then brag about how I’ll hypothetically will save the entire world and purchase other peoples’ houses since I only have $2.50 in my checking bank account and the lawns were cut yesterday and large appliance items stickered ready to be picked up for the public city municipal workers at 7:30am this morning.

 

          Wet rugs seem heavier to lift than tree branches.

          Wet rugs are heavier than anything else.

 

          Yes, all and/or any writers are biased from their “subjective” points of views.

 

          “Subjective” translates into “bias.”

 

          No one is “objective.”

          There’s no such thing as “objective” humans.

 

          All humans are biased in their opinions therefore “subjective.”

 

          What’s literary “spin”?

 

          “Spin” isn’t about lies. No.

 

          In writing “spin” is the facts of who, what, where, when, how and possibly why.

 

          Nonetheless, literary “spin” is either about “positive” or “negative” tone of written voice in perspective which is acceptable and “spin” is nothing to cry over.

 

          The most “cruel” places on Earth are writers’ workshops therefore when ever any writers are ready to publically write “under an umbrella” or platform then workshop writers are ready and capable of “thick skins” no matter what’s said or written about the writers’ work and writers’ opinions.

 

          “Spin” is like throwing a curve ball whether the batter likes it or not yet curve balls are legal in the game of baseball since curve balls take skill and talent to learn.

 

          “Spin” is usually “negative” in nature.

 

          However, “spin” can be positive which is worse to get “positive” spin mainly since it’s considered condescending and patronizing.

 

          No, creative writing has nothing to do with the presidency.

 

          Creative writing has nothing to do with “narrative”.

 

          “Narrative” is to drive the story forward.

 

          Facts are to cement the “narrative” in storyline format of beginning, middle and end.

 

          If any presidents were to act or speak such as modern Citizens Civilians do then neither are any presidents equipped nor ready for Civics duty much less get up on any platform and deliver quasi cruel speeches about illegal silent immigration encampments or blatant racial discriminatory remarks or inflammatory remarks about the Free Press or the destruction of the world.

 

          No, I’m not a “hater player.” Nope.

 

          What don’t people get about critical writing?

 

          Yes, I studied years and years about the art of critical theory and argumentation in debate and speech which mainly is writing.

 

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Minnesota’s White Privilege

         

          Yes, legalize all narcotics and street drugs.

 

          Yes, legalize all sex work for healthier outcomes.

 

          Yes, legalize polygamy since the country is already there.

 

          Yes, legalize “nudism.”

 

          Yes, legalize poly-amorous.

 

          However, leave me out of it.

 

          Why Minnesota’s higher education middle income earning Caucasian nudist “hippies” and nudist friends insist upon their “victimhood” when ‘people of color’ get angry with Caucasians who rarely worry about real death threats of physical violence by the hands of the police, doctors or nurses or EMT’s?

 

          Why do Minnesota’s higher education middle income earning Caucasian nudist “hippies” and nudist friends insist on mutually consenting to sexual intercourse with each others’ best friends without condoms and lie about condom use?

 

          Why do Minnesota’s higher education middle income earning Caucasian nudist “hippies” and nudist friends insist the same laws apply to Caucasians as laws are applied to ‘people of color’ when harsh action and harsh laws only apply to ‘people of color’?

 

          Why do Minnesota’s higher education middle income earning Caucasian nudist “hippies” and friends insist for ‘people of color’ to constantly and continually go around making apologies about moot points and moot issues and inconsequential nothings?

 

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Lecture of a Lifetime

 

          If one’s privileged enough to get away with only one single lecture of a lifetime then one’s lucky enough not to get sued.

 

          Yes, since 1995 my Minnesota family members and Minnesota friends have more or less all been nudists in front of each other and in front of me and not once has any skin shown ever bothered me.

 

          The only time I ever get bothered is when as a proper guest I’m personally asked to cook.

 

          If my food doesn’t taste exactly the way other people want my food to taste like their food then people tear me down or belittle me or berate me and tell me I’ve been “brainwashed” by the racially discriminatory suburbs not to be able to cook as my hosts wish for me to cook exactly as they do.

 

          We were taught there’s no such thing as “brainwashing” unless there’s a willing participant and I’m not “brainwashed.” I quite well know the difference between my head and my rear end.

 

          No matter how much “White Privileged” Minnesotans literally howl at the moon and serve and eat meals naked I don’t flinch and I don’t ever make myself uncomfortable around nakedness or orgies or not.

 

          No, I haven’t ever and not once partaken in any orgies.

 

          No, I haven’t ever and not once partaken in any threesomes.

 

          Yes, I’m aware most modern peoples are in “open marriages” or “open relationships” with multiple sexual partners.

 

          Yes, the Muslim men are allotted four Muslim wives at once.

 

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Spiritual Vs. Cruel

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who’ve literally asked me to insert tampons into their vaginas. No, thank you. I had to walk away.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who’ve literally asked me to wipe their rear ends. No, thank you. I had to walk away.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who’ve ever literally asked me for money and contacts.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who’ve ever literally treated me as their personal assistants while shopping or in any grocery stores.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who run around naked in the woods or at beaches or at cabin parties.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who are able and allowed to continually for weeks and months and years scream and yell at the top of their lungs whenever such women get uppity about their place and station in the world.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who think such women can tell me who I am and how I feel in my body riddled with tumors.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who speak for five straight hours about themselves and their frustrations to men and hardly ever take a pause or a break or ever takes genuine interest in others.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who seem to believe life’s a game and such women are inside the pages of the novel “Gone with the Wind.”

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who live in their imaginary world of make-believe day dreams of becoming “rich and famous” and practice speeches in front of their mirrors.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who get half of the story and when such women are done with people then such women act like plantation masters.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who tell others to “stop” talking when others ask about hard truths which by most global standards “stop” is either for “life or death” emergencies or “stop” is considered the equivalent of “shut up” and don’t speak which is more rude than to be told where to go.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who believe such women are in full and total and complete control and power over men, children, family, friends and the whole entire world especially about their half imaginary truths.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who hold the luxury to say they “aren’t ready to talk.” Who’s ever ready to talk? No one’s ever ready to talk.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who are “white privileged” enough to always put a stop to communications especially while such women spend their days licking their crotches.

 

          Yes, it’s only ever been Minnesota’s Caucasian women who manipulate the subject of psychology as a way to win arguments simply by being misguided in their own emotions and trapped inside fragile egos or dismissive then such women don’t ever have to deal with the mess such women make of others’ lives.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,526

Weekly Word Count: 1,514 + 1,526 = 3,040

 

Monday, July 2, 2018

 

“Speech is hard, but who can keep quiet?”

 

 (Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Mendacious (dishonest, not telling the truth)

 

His statement was not accepted because he was a mendacious character.

 

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 Dress.

 

Neglect of Dress.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 323  

 

There are occasionally to be found among both sexes, persons who neglect their dress through a ridiculous affectation of singularity, and who take pride in being thought utterly indifferent to their personal appearance. Millionaires are very apt to manifest this characteristic, but with them it generally arises through a miserly penuriousness of disposition; their imitators, however, are even more deficient than they in common sense.

 

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Millionaire Trust Fund Baby Hippies Vs.

Bohemians Vs.

Avant-garde Vs.

Hollywood’s Degenerate and Defeated

Executive Producers

 

Why Harvey Weinstein’s of Hollywood

end up in the Twin Cities of MN?

 

          No, I’m not Mother Theresa. I’m not.

 

          No, I’m not vulnerable.

          No, I’m not a victim.

          No, I’m not a martyr.

 

         

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          Yes, I mostly and always keep my clothes on except for private and personal hygiene.

 

          Why do nudists continually ask others to go around apologizing for nudists’ ultimate responsibilities?

 

          Why do nudists who want to become business partners take the liberty to take off their clothes and go in the nude?

 

          Yes, at nude beaches I’ve gone naked.

          No, I don’t have anything to hide.

          Yes, I was born with a legitimate vagina.

          Yes, I know exactly what my vagina looks like.

          No, I’m not a lesbian.

          No, I’m not a sexual addict.

          No, I’m not a dominatrix.

          No, I’m not a gambler.

          No, I haven’t ever been a sex worker.

          No, I haven’t ever hired a sex worker.

          No, I haven’t ever been an exotic dancer.

          No, I haven’t ever been a drug dealer.

          No, I haven’t ever been a pornographer.

          No, I haven’t ever made any sexual tapes.

          No, I’m not a vixen.

          No, I’m not in an “open marriage.”

          No, I’m not a hermaphrodite.

          No, I’m not a sexual nymphomania.

          No, I’m not a pedophile.

          No, I haven’t ever been involved in incest.

          No, I haven’t ever been raped.

          No, I’m not a mistress.

          No, I’m not a concubine.

          No, I’m not Mrs. Robinson.

          No, I’m not a cougar.

          No, I don’t write letters to inmates.

          No, I’m not a thief.

          No, I’m not sneaky.

          No, I’m not manipulative.

          No, I haven’t ever been any type of arsonist.

          Yes, in fall of 2016 our childhood home burned down.

          Yes, my dad’s neighbors burned down our childhood home.

          No, I haven’t ever flung feces at any human being.

          No, I’m not cruel.

          No, I’m not a hater.

 

          Yes, I’m incredibly direct.

 

          No, I’m not a liar, not usually since I’m terrible at telling lies or oral stories for such matters.

 

          Naturally, I don’t keep up with lies because lies take a lot of time and memorization and tracking of what was said or not said or what was done or not done.

         

          Yes, I’m a lovely ‘woman of color’ as most women are lovely and rash and hormonal as any other except some women hide it better than most only in mixed company, however. Behind closed doors most women scream and yell or are dismissive.

         

          Yes, I’m always fully attired in my awesome modern T-shirts and Jeans and tennis shoes or winter boots or rugged outdoor sandals, no matter what I keep my clothes on especially no matter what anyone may or may not offer as proper hosts since I don’t hold any expectations from anyone except myself.

 

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Why do Nudists like to be Looked at?

 

          Yes, ever since 1995 Twin Cities, MN Caucasians either low income earning “hippies” or middle income earning “hippies” or millionaire trust fund baby “hippies” with trust funds set up by “blue collar” uneducated parents have and will invite me over to proper lunch or dinner and have answered the door completely naked or completely in the nude. I’m told this is common practice and not to ever ‘freak out’ for any reason or I’ll be perceived as “not cool.”  

 

          Each time anyone in Minnesota answers their front door in the nude then immediately and directly I genuinely smile, make eye contact and say a quick greeting then quickly look down or away from their naked private sexual genitalia even though my natural impulse is to quickly look yet I always look away.

 

          The true and real measure of ethical character is to hold any type of civilized conversation while any hosts cook or prepare food in the nude around hot stoves then sit down for the meal and throughout an entire meal as any proper guest one doesn’t ever flinch and for any reason one doesn’t ever sneakily objectifies any hosts’ naked bodies simply because others are naked during the course of any sit down proper meal.

 

          The entire and whole objective of any civilized meal is to not ever make fun or mock or make the host feel uncomfortable for being in the nude since it’s their abode and their rules.

 

          However, I don’t ever and/or under any circumstances get naked unless I’ve none sexually spent the night over as a proper guest which I don’t ever -- only in my twenties.

 

          My eyeballs want to look, however, I don’t. Instead I either look people directly in the eye while nudist speak to me as a proper and fully dressed guest or I cast my look away and downward.

 

          My naked hosts and their naked roommates and naked friends have always offered to cook and make meals while in the complete nude as we hold civil conversation and usually speak about organic vegan nutrition or general events in our lives.

 

          As any proper guest in fully dressed attire the entire goal is not to ever and not once burst out laughing.

 

          It’s best to get awkward or even raise one’s voice or cry as some guests do, however.

 

          Its best not to ever laugh in nudists’ faces otherwise there’s serious ramifications when nudists feel either emotionally attacked or psychologically mocked by their dressed friends or fully properly attired guests such as myself.

 

          For one second right after the front doors are ever opened up by nudists then I always catch my breath then politely enter and don’t ever for any reason or under any circumstance take off my clothes mainly we all know I wear long pants to the beach if I ever get to the beach once per decade. I don’t like hot sand all over my body. I don’t.

 

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It’s Not About Me.

It’s Not Me.

It’s not.

 

          People advice me as to the reason why my Minnesota acquaintances and none friends feel “guilty” by being my “quasi” best friends and nudists is because I’m considered “pristine” and haven’t ever given mutual consent to hold any sexual intercourse relations with our former schoolmates or former co-workers or former none best friends or former teachers or former professors or former bosses or clergy or former friends’ parents or former family members now deceased or any others’ former and now ex-boyfriends or friends’ siblings or friends cousins or friends’ roommates.

 

          Yes, I’ve been informed if hypothetically I were ever to become single then I ought to consent to peaceful sexual intercourse with anyone else’s friends. No, thank you.

 

          No, I don’t romantically date.

 

          No, I don’t have a crush on anyone.

 

          No, I don’t flirt.

 

          Although I’m told I’m extremely and subtly sensual. I can’t help it. I’m quiet yet physical and alive and vivacious and full of gusto and filled with vitality. It’s obvious to anyone unless they’re dead.

 

          Yes, I come first and foremost.

          Personally, I first take care of myself then others.

 

          Yes, mature adults take care of themselves before anyone else otherwise one’s ‘no good’ to anyone else much less the self.

 

          It’s been legally explained to me in many circumstances acquaintances and none friends perceive me as an object rather than any ‘woman of color’ with rights and liberties.

 

          In the Twin Cities, MN Caucasian millionaire “hippies” in their forties and fifties and sixties were entrusted with “baby trust funds” by Caucasian “blue collar” income earning uneducated late-born “Greatest Generation” and/or early-born “baby boomer” parents.

 

          Most Twin Cities, MN Caucasian “trust fund baby” millionaire “hippies” in their forties and fifties and sixties spent the last thirty years amongst low income earning “hippies” or middle income earning “hippies” and prostitutes and drug dealers and local artists and others.

 

          Most Twin Cities, MN Caucasian “trust fund baby” millionaire “hippies” hold higher education degrees mainly in psychology as most low income earning “hippies” and middle income earning “hippies” also hold the same academic similarity in common yet mainly each demographics experiments with all types of pharmaceutical pills or not.

 

          However, most Twin Cities, MN Caucasian “trust fund baby” millionaire “hippies” are indeed any different of several of ways any liability to themselves since they hold an air about them as though “nothing can touch them” and nothing much can except they “seem to be their own worst enemies” and actually do legally get into trouble mainly through sexual or narcotic misconduct or embezzlement or fraudulence or unethical misconduct “in each of six different ways to Sunday.”

 

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The Obese Dying

New Zealand Maoris

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,514

Weekly Word Count: 1,514

 

Thursday, June 28, 2018

 

“To have no tongue is like having no [warning] bell.”

 

 (Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Renegade (one who deserts, a turncoat, traitor)

 

Although they trusted her she turned out to be a renegade.

 

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 Dress.

 

Consistency In Dress.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 321

 

Your dress should always be consistent with your age and your natural exterior. That which looks ill on one person, will be agreeable on another. As success in this respect depends almost entirely upon particular circumstances and personal peculiarities, it is impossible to give general directions of much importance. We can only point out the field for study and research, it belongs to each one’s own genius and industry to deduce the results. However, ugly you may be, rest assured that there is some style of habiliment which will make you passable.

 

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          “Katamine” ought to be Illegal to Administer to Humans:

 

          August 8th, 9th, 10th, 2017: Kidnapped and Detained:

 

          “Katamine” better known as “Special K” or rather “horse tranquillizer” is a veterinarian drug whenever illegally administered to humans then the horse tranquillizer is considered to make people hallucinate like no other drug unless…

 

          My New England, MA private Liberal Arts college taught me, if I were ever under the hallucinating influence of any type of “Katamine” then to have “the cry” of my life and produce enough tears to literally change my entire body and brain chemistry to wash away all of the “Katamine” introduced poison into the bloodstream. Thank you.

 

          No, not once and not ever did I hallucinate while under the influence of 400mg of horse tranquilizer because I cried my heart out to wash away and clean out the bloodstream as one would with wounds and infected bacteria with soap and water.

 

          When one’s under the influence of 400mg of “Katamine” then one is most likely semi-psychotic otherwise meditation takes precedence throughout most of life.

 

          Katamine is like a temporary death then paralysis to humans.

 

          Anyone may take off anyone’s clothes and change the patients and there’s nothing the patients can do about anything definitely not against possible hypothetical rape or sexual assault or sexual molestation.

 

          No, I haven’t ever been raped or sexually assaulted or sexually molested while under the care of Caucasian Western medicine, not to my knowledge anyway.

 

          However, when one’s been inappropriately touched without one’s notice or awareness then the next day one’s entire body hurts as though one’s trekked five miles through thick jungles while weed-whacking one’s way through with a compass in hand and with a single machete on the other hand and “made it out alive” with body aches and bruises and marks on the body and tenderness on the breasts and possibly the reproductive genitalia or not depending on the area of physical abuse.

 

          For as long as I live, I’ll always be civically against police asking EMT’s to administer any type of horse tranquillizer to anyone being illegally detained without their rights read or kidnapped for any reason under any circumstance.

 

          EMT’s are staff of hospitals.

 

          Individual EMT’s can also be privately contracted through hospitals.

 

          Police are staff of the taxpayers’ and civically bound to respectfully protect all and any citizens and civilians.

 

          Individual Police can also be privately contracted as private security, however. Private security is not civics work.

 

          If police aren’t able to through peaceful words deescalate any situation or misunderstanding then police don’t have any business being police.

 

          Yes, I only wish and hope there’s pathetic police body camera footage of me being illegally kidnapped, pricked with 400mg of Katamine and detained for three days while having to prove my wits and peaceful and kind Costa Rican American disposition otherwise I might not have been seen again for a long time afterwards.

 

          Even though my Caucasian Duluth, MN only dad, and Caucasian Rockport, MA only mom and Caucasian Suburban, MN only legal spouse through marriage all advocated for me to be kept illegally detained in a psychological ward for one whole straight month, I legally passed all of my psych evaluations and was immediately released to freely walk out of a 72-hour hold since I have nothing to hide and I’m a good person and an Indigenous peasant living with tumors and I don’t get, too, excited or worked up about any melodrama in Caucasian peoples’ lives.

 

          No matter what any Caucasian privileged and racially discriminatory doctors or nurses say, “horse tranquiller” nearly brings the heart to a stop and one sees one’s “program” almost shut down and nearly die.

 

          Since I already have low blood pressure then placing my heart under the influence of either “uppers or downers” will nearly get me killed.

 

          High blood pressure is debilitating disease.

 

          Low blood pressure is an instantaneous killer.

 

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          Orphans vs. Refugees:

 

          It’s illegal for one person to adopt anymore than X amount of refugee children then disperse the orphan refugees across the world like recue cats.

 

          One person alone must not be placed in charge of hundreds of orphan refugees since it’s any serious and major liability to anyone seriously stupid enough to become such a liability to themselves and hundreds of orphan refugees.

 

          Refugee children must not ever become orphans due to desperate refugee parents’ and their lack of hope to give up their legal guardianship over to any stranger or government then most likely the probability to reunification will become a nearly impossible challenge to reunite families for many decades to come.

 

          No matter how desperate refugee parents get such refugee parents must not ever give up the legal guardianship of their children to any one individual private party or governments.

 

          Throughout the world, children are seen as commodities and highly priced for sell or purchase.

 

          No refugee parents ever signs over their refugee children to any strangers much less anyone who’s any great deal of any liability to themselves or other hundreds of orphan refugee children.

 

          Refugee children always want to keep their title as refugee children.

 

          No one ever aims for the title of orphan.

 

          What’s the matter with Americans?

 

          Why aren’t Americans educated about any types of liabilities?

 

          On Pointe.

 

          On one’s toes.

 

          Pay attention.

 

          Refugees aren’t orphans. No.

 

          Refugees have parents. Yes.

 

          Orphans don’t have any parents. Yes.

 

          Orphans don’t have any parents until orphans are legally adopted or legal guardian(s) appointed to orphans then orphans are no longer orphans.

 

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          Promotion Vs. News:

 

          “Stop the Press” as far as the American expression is concerned. Ha.

 

          Ok. Whenever any news outlets or news franchises does specific promotional work such as for free give away free promotional materials with the logo of any TV show or News station to school age children then children are being used as free advertisers and this is highly illegal.

 

          Ok. Whenever there’s first signs of encampment camps or illegal detention or kidnappings or any illegal separation of refugee children from legal parents or possible Holocaust then The Free Press quickly gets on this story and fully and legally shows the faces of refugee children therefore the kidnapped refugee children may be more easily and quickly recognized and found only by legal guardians or legal parents with proof of legal papers and no one else is ever allowed to claim any refugee children unless adults have legal papers in all working order with recent documentation.

 

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          Far Removed Cousins?

 

          Personally, I’ve been informed Sarah Jessica Parker is our distant cousin on the side of the Elwell’s.

 

          Now, I don’t ever personally care if we’re cousins or not since we live in two separate worlds. Only other people care.

 

          Discretely, I’ll find out if this is indeed a fact.

 

          If we aren’t far removed cousins then I’ll set the record straight for once and for all since I don’t ever go out of my way to meet a one Ms. Sarah Jessica Parker or hers.

 

          No, SJP isn’t my hero.

 

          No, I don’t ever go out of my way to meet any of my “heroes” since all of my heroes are dead. Ha. (Just kidding.)

 

          Tributes are for the dead.

 

          Makeshift museum pieces of the living look cheap.

 

          Legacies are familial.

 

          Speeches and accolades are to only be written and practiced one month before speech deliverance otherwise make-shift imaginary speeches are a waste of time when one hasn’t been bestowed the honor of such any type of awards. Creepy.

 

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Millionaire Hippies Vs. Bohemians Vs.

Avant-garde Vs. Trust Fund Babies

Vs. Hollywood’s Degenerate and Defeated

Executive Producers

 

 

          No, I’m not Mother Theresa.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Obese Dying

New Zealand Maoris

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,320

Weekly Word Count: 3,237 + 1,675 = 4,912 + 1,320 = 6,232

 

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

 

“All mutes have a great deal to say.”

 

 (Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Pedagogue (teacher, school master)

 

Years ago he was a roaming pedagogue.

 

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 Dress.

 

Plain Dress.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 321

 

The plainest dress is always the most genteel, and a lady that dresses plainly will never be dressed unfashionably.

 

Next to plainness in every well-dressed lady is neatness of dress and taste in the selection of colors.

 

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          Costa Rica:

 

          Yes, this morning I booked two week’s lodgings in Costa Rica for August 2018. Yes!

 

          Yes, Hotel Presidente is my favorite. However, I’m going home to the crocks and monkeys and none sexual and platonic friends and family, of course.

 

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          No Foul. No Harm.

 

          Yes, all last week I cried a trail of tears in the name of the Minnesota Caucasian higher educated middle income earning peoples.

 

          Legally it’s been explained to me anyone who treats me like a moronic house slave or low I.Q. isn’t my friend and never were my friends. Ok.

 

          Yes, it’s obvious my I.Q. is higher than average. How do we know?

 

A.)  Nothing much gets by me. B.) when need be then I can be highly critical especially in writings, text or email communications C.) I don’t correct people when they’re wrong. Why would I? D.) It’s obvious I hold a sharp disciplined intellect not to ever be bothered about any challenge or situation or cruel people for anymore than a week. E.) If I get myself into stupid situations then I’m no “Damsel in Distress.” F.) I’m not a martyr G.) I’m not a victim I’m not vulnerable H.) I already know I have tumor acne and swollen feet from five straight years of standing at a stand-up desk, six years of fast foods and sugar. I.) I’m on my way to once again become an organic vegan without the granola. J.) Nothing truly ever bothers me. K.) I’m always okay no matter what. L.) Yep.

 

          Yes, I’m over all of it.

 

          Yes, Friday I stopped crying. On and off I wept for five complete days.

 

          Either I literally don’t ever at all talk about people in general since talking about anyone who isn’t present in the room (positive/negative) is considered slander or if directly asked about certain individuals then I say pleasant and wonderful and kind words about people even when I’ve been placed in direct line of contact with danger in the process of helping out others with their personal lives, above and beyond the responsibilities of economic business or partnerships.

 

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          Metaphorical and Allegorical Scalps and Ears:

 

          If one says one’s spirit is reincarnated and modern “Native” then be very well prepared to spiritually fight as the Native Americans of North America spiritually and allegorically go to war right off the bet without ever touching one single hair on anyone’s head.

 

          Now, recently within the last decade (2008) it’s only been Native American acquaintances of North America who’ve ever allegorically told me directly to my face “Natives” would wear my ears and scalp around their neck like a necklace for declining consent in sexual intercourse, I said “no” and also bid goodnight and farewell to my hosts and peacefully and silently and forever walked away from a bonfire we all shared together.

 

          In spiritual war it’s understood nothing’s of the physical realm.

 

          In spiritual war it’s understood no physical harm will come to another person no matter what’s said or written or glyphs or silence.

 

          In spiritual war it’s understood one’s responsible for one’s own emotions and actions no matter if one were to convey or give the “Native” lecture of one’s lifetime and waste precious time, money and energy on other self-important parties while doing the liable party the courtesy to take on the role of volunteer ethics teacher rather than generational peer and have fun together.

 

          No, I neither wear nor desire to wear any strangers’, friends’, none friends’ or acquaintances’ or enemies’ ears or scalps around my neck as necklaces. Nope. I’m too modern stylish American for such atrocities. I’m too organic vegan vegetables and skateboard attitude.

 

          No, I’m not a “Native” of North America.

 

          Yes, I’m a barefoot pacifist Maya Indigenous Salvadorian Costa Rican American who stops any type of war at any cost no matter what truths people prove to must need or require to hear about themselves and their self-serving interests no matter what destructive collateral damage for the benefit of their own well being and not the other way around since lectures are a waste of time when one doesn’t get paid to be an ethics professor to any generational peers.

 

          Why are Minnesota’s Caucasian higher education middle income earners such a liability to themselves and others?

         

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Hakuna Matata Embodiment

 

          Yes, my best friends have sued their parents for tens of thousands of dollars and won. Wow. I’m not like them. I don’t want to be like them. Thank you.

 

          The modern Maya aren’t like the North American Native Americans of the northern tundra. Even though the many different North American Native American tribes are all different from each other, still yet each went to literal historical war amongst tribes.

 

          Over the course of nearly two decades and as recently as two days ago people tell me, I remind them of the “embodiment” of “Hakuna Matata” except when Caucasian higher educated people treat me like any moronic house slave then I’m told my texts are a “Tempest In a Teacup” and people find them hilarious because in life mostly anyone knows I don’t kill bugs or insects or spiders or ants. Thank you.

 

          It was only ten years ago I first saw The Lion King.

 

          Costa Ricans are pacifists because Costa Rica chooses not to have an army and puts the taxpayers’ revenue into education.

 

          For decades people tell me, I remind them of “Ferdinand the Bull.” Thank you.

 

          People tell me no matter how cross I might get at their “white privilege” on a beer budget Caucasians implicitly trust me to ultimately always do the right thing by them and possibly someday save their lives or the lives of their children and most likely I will because I hold responsibilities to an entire community of peoples.

 

          Mainly my Minnesota Caucasian higher educated friends treat me like any moronic house slave to get talk and scream and yell all of their frustrations, insecurities and anger out on someone rather than emotionally sort themselves out or such people want me to be their rescuer or savior or arm chair psychologist. Whatever. I don’t have time for melodrama. Melodrama is for the stage. I’ve got a serious storm over here.

 

          As early as fall 2000 New England, MA’s blue bloods gave me the nickname of “Mr. Darcy” as an inside joke because the female counterpart of Darcy is his sister. Ha. What a good laugh.

 

          As early as 1997 New England, MA’s middle income earners began to call me “Shakespeare.” I don’t ever call myself “Shakespeare.” Nope.

 

          As early as summer 2017 legitimate Hollywood, CA’s middle income earners began to call me “Einstein.” I don’t ever call myself “Einstein.” Nope.

 

          As early as summer 2017 Uptown, Minneapolis, MN’s middle income earners began to call me a “local” resident. I don’t ever call myself a “local.” Nope.

 

          As early as summer 2017 Uptown, Minneapolis, MN’s middle income earners began to call me “The Boss.” I don’t ever call myself “the boss.” Nope.

 

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Professional Writing Professors

Writing is Ethics Embodied

 

          This type of specific gory violent speech or writing makes for strong allegorical imagery such as stating to wear ears and scalps for necklaces. Yuck. I would probably become ill all over the place. Please, take a creative writing class, anytime.

 

          No, I don’t believe in murder. Illegal.

 

          No, I don’t believe in suicide. Illegal.

 

          No, I don’t believe in homicide. Illegal.

 

          Americans continually make frivolous “death threats.”

 

          “Death threats” are illegal.

 

          However, “common” in modern American speech and writing and text and over email and online commentary. Fair enough.

 

          Forewarned is forearmed. I’m not going to sit around and cry over any “death threats.” I don’t have time. I work. I work. I work.

 

          Please, if one were to help it then don’t ever make any type of “death threats” even though it’s extremely common in modern language and writings, text, over email and social media. Thanks.

 

          Now, written or verbal “death threats” “aren’t” ever taken seriously by ‘people of color’ since ‘people of color’ hold a much literal higher probability to get murdered at anytime by anyone and “death threats” is something commonly heard still yet highly inappropriate.

 

          However, “death threats” get the job done to create the illusion of fear in the mind of others. “The Art of War.” Ha.

 

          Whatever. I don’t have time to be afraid. Dishes require to get washed as well as an entire top floor requires to be vacuumed and raccoons removed from the property. Yep. The mulberries.

 

          Furthermore, “death threats” against Caucasian higher educated middle income earning Minnesota peoples is incredibly serious even though the actual and real death threats are such quasi managers in charge of nothing at all and on their way to nowhere.

 

          Professional professors of writing must hold at least a Bachelor’s Degree in writing since writing is mathematics and ethics, allegorically creative in nature as well as legalities or not at all therefore one must know how to teach specifically for the subject matter of how to write well enough to convey any gruesome or funny thought outside of one’s mind or brain without ever getting sued even though in an age in which Internet trolls and internet bullies exist then lawsuits are frivolous because “death threats” are anywhere to be found written out over social media.

 

          Anyone may bring any type of frivolous lawsuit against another, however. “No one has to show up to court.” He said.

 

          No, I don’t sue anyone no matter what even when Caucasian higher education Minnesota middle income earners almost and nearly get me killed as a ‘woman of color’ since “almost” isn’t the same as dead.

 

          Peace.

 

          Always Peace.

 

          “Tough love” is meant to sting quite a bit.

 

          “Tough love” isn’t poison.

 

          By the time “tough love” delivers lectures then one deserves the lecture for one’s safety, sake and legal benefit.

 

 

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The Obese Dying

New Zealand Maoris

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,675

Weekly Word Count: 2,478 + 759 = 3,237 + 1,675 = 4,912

 

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

 

“Those who talk a lot usually talk about themselves.”

 

 (Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Herbivorous (grass eating, living on plants)

 

Cows are herbivorous animals.

 

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 Dress.

 

Dinner-Dress.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 335

 

We do not in this country, as in England, expose our neck and arms at a dinner-party. These should be covered, if not by the dress itself, then by lace or muslin overwaist.

 

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Degenerate and Defeated

Hollywood’s Executive Producers

 

          ‘Why, oh, why? Oh, my.’

 

          Since 2004 degenerate and defeated Hollywood’s executive producers who end up in the Twin Cities, MN have directly informed me about their unethical misconduct in Hollywood, CA.

 

          Why does Hollywood teach degenerate and defeated executive producers to pretend rather than be the real deal?

 

          In detail each and every single one of the degenerate and defeated Hollywood’s executive producers who end up in the Twin Cities, MN directly told me to my face each producers have in one form or another either been fired from legitimate Hollywood due to excessive gambling, alcoholism, lethal cocaine usage, fraudulent unethical misbehavior, sexual misconduct, embezzlement, inappropriate social climbing, lies and thievery, pornography or prostitution or actually nearly gotten friends killed and each producers became a serious legal liability to themselves and/or others therefore producers “had to go” and go producers went shipped off to the Twin Cities, MN to find their luck elsewhere after each producers had endangered others in legitimate Hollywood, CA.

 

          Still yet immediately when degenerate producers arrive to the Twin Cities, MN such producers begin to practice their “delusions of grandeur” in front of their mirrors at their flats while such producers work as laborers or sweat equity servitude in exchange for their housing in which such producers are responsible to round up chickens and water the plants no matter how much such producers scream and yell or complain about how producers are too good to do menial labor or get uppity about having to do menial physical labor to feed themselves and place a roof over their heads.

 

          Humility is required.

 

          Degenerate producers practice unearned Academy speeches and brag to laypersons such degenerate producers will thank laypersons in acceptance speeches whenever laypersons help make degenerate producers ‘rich and famous.’ Whatever. Over here we’re feeding children.

 

          Why do the “Baby Jane’s” of Hollywood end up in the Twin Cities, MN?

 

          Why do the most unprofessional and unethical of Hollywood’s former executive producers end up in the Twin Cities, MN?

 

          Why do the degenerate and defeated Hollywood’s executive producers who end up in the Twin Cities, MN act like “Baby Jane”?

 

          Please, legitimate Hollywood please no more of legitimate Hollywood’s former outlaws and misfits because the Twin Cities, MN is starting to look like the real “Island of Misfit Toys.”

 

          The Twin Cities, MN isn’t legitimate Hollywood and not for one moment let’s pretend functioning legitimate Hollywood resides in MN because legitimate Hollywood doesn’t reside in MN.

 

          Why do Hollywood’s degenerate executive producers or “Baby Jane’s” of legitimate Hollywood continually shout and scream while producers complain about their lives and without a single breath speak and tell all the same stories over and over again? What gives? What actually happened out in legitimate Hollywood? I know. However, I shan’t ever tell.

 

          Whenever degenerate and defeated Hollywood’s executive producers end up in the Twin Cities, MN and tell me their stories then each person ends their “tale of woe and sorrow” by asking me for either an executive producer job or exclusively asks me for my multi-millionaire contact list or for about fifty thousand to fifty million dollars. What a laugh. Do I look like I have any more than ten bucks in my pockets? I don’t have any money. I don’t.

 

          For whatever various reasons the degenerate and defeated Hollywood’s executive producers end up in the Twin Cities, MN and either make me their ‘first stop’ or ‘last stop’ to step on over and inappropriately socially climb over anyone on their destructive path to nowhere.

 

          Degenerate and defeated Hollywood walks down a dark path I’m not able to follow. No, please. No, thank you.

 

          The main reason why I don’t like Hollywood’s degenerate and defeated executive producers is because each one is a time waster and inappropriate social climber and unethical opportunist.

 

          Such degenerate and defeated Hollywood executive producers do eventually get a rude awakening from the Minnesotans who for the past twenty years chose to stay in the Twin Cities, MN through “hell or high water.”

 

          The Minnesotans have seen anyone come back with their tail between their legs for something unethical they did in either New York City, NY or Los Angeles, CA.

 

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Millionaire Hippies Vs. Bohemians Vs.

Avant-garde Vs. Trust Fund Babies

Vs. Hollywood’s Degenerate and Defeated

Executive Producers

 

 

 

 

 

         

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Yours Truly;

          Gabriel

 

 

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Weekly Word Count: 2,478 + 759 = 3,237

 

Monday, June 25, 2018

 

“Where wisdom enters, subtlety accompanies it.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)


Perspicacity (keen judgment, ability to see through)

 

She is noted for her perspicacity in analyzing a problem.

 

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Dress.

 

Dinner-Dress.

 

Chapter 26.

Page 335

 

We do not in this country, as in England, expose our neck and arms at a dinner-party. These should be covered, if not by the dress itself, then by lace or muslin overwaist.

 

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Marcus Lovemore

R.I.P. November 5th, 2017

 

No one speaks ill of the dead.

No one mocks the dead.

 

No foul.

No harm.

 

Civilians are legally capable to utilize

the full names of the denounced deceased.

 

          Even seriously angry friends have directly informed me they’ve “put out” hit men on me when either I’ve backed out of business deals or former marital engagements.

 

          Now people tell me I’m “in the clear” because in person I’m extremely intelligent and smart and kind. It’s obvious to anyone.

 

          Since 1996 we met the Chicago mafia and their offspring and families and aunts and uncles and cousins and neighbors and friends.

 

          Personally, I do anything in my power not to ever have anything to do with the mafia no matter what.

 

          Personally, I’ve been informed my New England, MA family married into the Mafia. If this is true then I don’t care. Please, leave me out of any of it.

         

          Now, not for anything do I ever send out “hit men.”

 

          Personally, I’ve had people offer to kill anyone without me ever knowing anything about it and I’ve ever so graciously declined such an extreme offer since I’m an Indigenous pacifist. I don’t believe in physical violence of any type. I don’t.

 

          Usually, my former seriously angry business partners or friends have directly informed me they’ll bypass the “hit men” and get the job done by themselves. Fair enough.

 

          Within one year of any such “death threats” then my seriously angry former business partners and friends directly informed me I’m “in the clear” and there’s absolutely no one “watching” me or ready “to place a hit” on me and “good to go.” Thank you.

 

          My former business partners and friends have only ever asked me for my contacts and have been seriously furious with me for declining to give out my multi-millionaire list.

 

          Only, three times, have I ever given out one single contact, and two-out-of-the-three times, my contacts weren’t ever again returned to me whenever I digitally lost all of my personal contacts and erased lists or rosters of peoples.

 

          Minnesota strangers on streets have simply pointed guns at me without warning.

 

          Minnesota strangers don’t mess around.

 

          Minnesota strangers directly “get to the point” until most strangers realized I only have $7.00 to my name then they’ve genuinely smiled at me and told me to go. Thank you.

 

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For the Second Time

I broke off friendships with Hollywood

 

Hollywood’s too much of a liability

to take on as a business partner

 

          Well, the degenerate and failed executive producers of Hollywood ultimately end up in the Twin Cities, MN since summer 2004 either the executive producers work in domestic labor or domestic sweat equity work alongside me while I literally volunteer.

 

          Not once and not ever have I ever been hired to be any type of professional for pay organic/natural “maid” or “nanny” or children’s “private tutor” or “personal secretary.” No.

 

          Yes, I work for sweat equity rather than for money since money hasn’t ever brought me any happiness.

 

          Organic vegan food is the pride and joy of my life.

 

          Yes, I volunteer for the fair trade of organic vegan foods since organic vegan foods is the only fair trade worth making amongst the Caucasian higher education middle income earning North Americans.

 

          Americans don’t have anything valuable to trade other than non-GMO organic local vegan foods especially not fried anything.

 

          Yes, one of my “party tricks” is whenever asked at any party or social setting what it is I do for a living then I tell people I’m an organic/natural “maid” or “private tutor” or “personal secretary” or “private nanny” because truthfully in the past I’ve volunteered for free to help out families whenever they’ve directly asked me to even though all of the earnings directly went right back into the families bank accounts and each Twin Cities, MN family knows who they are and each family also knows I haven’t ever taken one single penny from any of them because their children needed more than I do.

 

          Now not one single friend or none friend or enemy or acquaintance of mine is ever allowed to say I have been their professional organic/natural “maid” or “private nanny” or “personal secretary” or “private tutor” to them or their children because I haven’t ever been hired to be so and I’m technically and literally not. I’ve been a volunteer in exchange for organic local vegan foods.

 

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Degenerate and Defeated Hollywood

 

          Now, defeated Hollywood tends to fall for their own lies.

 

          Yes, only whenever Hollywood were to be asked then one member of defeated Hollywood held the permission to go ahead and say I was their organic/natural “maid.”

 

          However, defeated Hollywood took it upon themselves to go around town telling people I was their organic/natural “maid” when this information was meant to be kept as a well hidden secret only for when people possibly wanted to physically injure or harm me or ready to treat me like some moronic house slave.

 

          The secret between defeated Hollywood and I was, I would volunteer myself to hold the title of “maid” while defeated Hollywood climbed to the top of the mountain and helped us all feed starving Minnesota children. No go. Red light. We’ve tabled it.

 

          Now, defeated Hollywood has no logic or reason to brag about me being their “maid” because for the last one month I’d been giving defeated Hollywood about $80.00 per week to purchase groceries since defeated Hollywood’s dirt poor and broke and doing sweat equity for their housing.

 

          Now, defeated Hollywood asked me to work for them as a volunteer organic/natural “maid” as well as “private nanny” while the $20.00 hourly rate went straight right back to the family’s children since the family has spent their reserves on divorce lawyers.

 

            Now, the problem with most of defeated Hollywood is they simply want me to find them jobs or give them all of my multi-millionaire contacts or give them money. I’m human. I’m not the giving tree.

 

          For the past year, weekly on average I’ve had people ask me to give them fifty-thousand dollars. Ha. What a laugh. Do I look like I have fifty thousand dollars to give away? Nope.

 

          Since September 2009 I’ve financially supported myself as a “property caretaker” in exchange for meals.

 

          As of last week I was fired as “property caretaker.” The landscapers are taking over the contract. Ok. No hard feelings.

 

          Since 2012 I’ve worked as a Butler for $100.00 per hourly rate and as of now I’m on “suspended leave” with wages.

 

          Well, even though I’m not any type of Aristocrat and I don’t “give a hoot” about Aristocrats I’m still legitimately a New England, MA blue blood without any type of trust fund or inheritance therefore I work for a living to send money to El Salvador and to any other parts of the world in which our people and their families and friends and neighbors may require food and resources.

 

          No, I’m not any type of savior or rescuer. Nope.

 

          No, I don’t have any money.

 

          Yes, all of my assets in the hundreds of thousands of dollars were frozen on June 2017 and continue to remain frozen.

 

          Yes, slowly yet surely we (not only me) are building an economic and financial empire, however. I’m a turtle and it takes me forever to get anywhere with finances. Yes, empires are slowly built over the continuation of a long time.

 

          Nonetheless, with discipline eventually I get where I mean to go.

 

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Defeated Hollywood’s Maoris

 

          From what’s been explained to me is this:

 

          The New Zealand, Maoris don’t heal themselves therefore the Maoris shan’t be able to heal others.

 

          Mainly, the Maoris are excessively obese and die early from heart attacks because the Maoris seem to refuse or mindlessly overlook to watch what the Maoris eat in excess therefore the Maoris commit a slow form of suicide.

 

          More tomorrow.

 

          Flying semi blind (anecdotal) without electronics.

          It’s a shot in the dark.

 

          P.S. To my enemies: thanks for donating a BMW. I’m grateful.

 

 

         

          P.S. Post Script:

 

          Personal Logistics:

 

          What a day. The day started out with a bang and off with a start.

 

          This morning we anonymously secured yet another eight thousand American dollars ($8,000) towards college trust funds for students. Thank you. Truly. It means the world to me.

 

          All it took was a ten minute conversation in-person to one party involved.

 

          Now, I have $7.00 in my personal checking bank account and I don’t pretend.

 

          No one’s ever given me any money to do any of my artistic or creative talents or writing endeavors.

 

          However, I’m able to ever so kindly find peaceful parties who are more than willing and generous to start anonymous college trust funds for youngsters and youth.

 

          Here on the ground we’re feeding Twin Cities children, Salvadorian families, friends and neighbors as well as children in Sudan, Somalia, Haiti, Mexico, Columbia, Guatemala, Indonesia, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Kenya, South Africa, Russia and Puerto Rico and, and, and…

 

          Logistics:

 

          As of Friday, June 15th, 2018 I’ve been quasi fired from each and every domestic job in town or possibly I quit. Who knows? Who cares? Right. No one ever fires a free working volunteer. Not really.

 

          As of last week I was quasi fired as tutor, organic/natural maid and nanny and property caretaker. Yikes. Barely, by a tooth I’m hanging on to my butler job. I’ve been suspended with wages until further notice.

 

          Yes, I’m a lowly domestic worker who doesn’t speak or write English quite well. Please, excuse me.

 

          Yes, my texts are considered hilarious therefore quite serious.

 

          Yes, most Minnesota Caucasian higher education middle income earning peoples treat me like a “mentally handicapped” person with an I.Q. of 50 in the “Special Olympics” which is fine, however. Whatever.

 

          No, I’m absolutely not “sneaky.” I’m direct and straight forward.

 

          Anyone who knows me knows I’m extremely direct no matter how much anyone may get their fragile egos hurt or easily offended.

 

          As a woman of color mostly life is mainly taking the brunt of other peoples’ anger or serving people and cleaning up messes which one does through none attachment servitude.

 

          The main five criteria I look for in humans are the following:

 

          Height.

 

          Weight.

 

          Liability.

 

          I.Q.

 

          Compassion.

 

          Compassion is frontal lobe cortex region of the brain in which according to neurology (study of the brain) the frontal lobe is intelligence and compassion combined attitude while the back of the brain (at the base of the skull) is factually scientifically considered the “Reptilian” brain and a low I.Q. region of the brain where humans gets reactionary due to fear sensory and humans literally evolved from lemurs into what humans are today.

 

          Not because I say so. Because factual scientific research and peer reviewed conducted studies indicate so with scientific proof and evidence. I don’t know anything. I don’t.

 

          Supposedly, I’m nothing except an ignoramus Indigenous peasant. Ok. I’d much rather grow organic coffee in the mountains of Costa Rica than live in Minnesota.

 

          When I “size up” people then I look for any type of liability specifically against ‘women of color’ who are “the” most brutalized and raped demographics as well as loss of businesses than any other demographics according to 2018 statistics.

 

          Personality. Who cares about personality? Nobody does.

 

          Who cares whether children like any nanny or not so long as the nanny is respectful and respected back and not ever physically abused or physically beaten or physically placed in any direct contact with danger to any parties involved.

 

          Bygones are bygones.

 

          No foul, no harm. Ok.

 

          No, I’m not harmed in any way, shape or form. I’m not at war therefore no war.

 

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          Technical Devices:

 

          As of this Friday night (06/22/18) I fly solo without a cell phone. The cell phone is in good hands. The cell phone is with my good friends for their free usage to peacefully call out to the world.

 

          However, I’ve purposely and respectfully relinquished my cell phone for the next month.

 

          On June 13th, 2018 by mistake I erased all of my cell phone numbers which are usually and mainly cousins and childhood friends back to the days of the Duluth, MN organic Co-Op where we volunteered as children and “from scratch” learned to make organic yogurt.

 

          Personally, throughout the decades I’d volunteered at the Wrenshall, MN organic farm fields rather than in town at the Co-Op store. Without any hormones or antibiotics, the organic fed turkeys from the Wrenshall, MN organic farm were delicious. Thank you.

 

          Otherwise, other people are on an extensive email list and email takes time to email each individual to give notice the cell is on hold and with other parties.

 

          This “we” isn’t any type of “royal” “we.” No.

 

          This is now a team of people in place to safe guard devices.

 

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          Lost Passport:

 

          As of the previous Friday (06/15/18) I fly solo without a passport. Who knows the whereabouts of the passport? I’ve taken everything out of each closet, drawer and bag and this and the other thing. Three times I’ve looked and looked and searched and looked again and the Muslims have witnessed this. Nothing.

 

          Funny how things work out? No, I don’t cry over “spilt milk.” I “cut losses.” This week I was going to book a flight to Costa Rica and get out of town for two weeks to clear my head and go home and see none sexual and platonic family and friends and face-to-face speak with them and peacefully break bread and ask for their wisdom and advice.

 

          Well, I don’t need to go home to Boston, however. I must see people face-to-face and peacefully communicate.

 

          No, I’m not ever required to go home in search of money. I’ll stay in Boston and take the daily “purple line” one hour roundtrips into the North Shore to Glouster, MA and peacefully visit with family and friends.

 

          Since I don’t currently hold digital devices then most likely I’ll blog for the next week or month.

 

          Yes, this is over email and blog communications without the aviation radio tower direct cell phone communications.

 

          Email communications is rather slow.

 

          Email communications is “snail mail.”

 

          Back to the days of sitting at a desk and compose emails rather than “smooth sailing” and fast text communications with spelling errors.

 

          Yes, we can go “radio silence” for decades. Only “outdoors” people live offline. How fantastic for “outdoor’s people.” What a luxury not to ever have to get online for anything. Ha. Now, wealthy people can afford to go offline while the rest of the world is precisely informed over text or email or social media. Ok.

 

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          Stalling for time…

 

         

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

Word Count: 2,478

 

Thursday, May 31, 2018- Friday June 1, 2018

 

“The tongue is more dangerous than a dagger.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)


Herbivorous (grass eating, living on plants)

 

Cows are herbivorous animals.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Graduation

2018

 

          Let’s get to it.

 

          Let’s jump right in and make sense.

 

          What great advice am I able to give to any graduates? I don’t know.

 

          The only bit of advice I have is to trust oneself.

         

          The Indigenous are taught we’re born to know all we need to know.

          The Indigenous are taught we know all we’ll ever need to know.

 

          Stress isn’t any pathology unless one adopts stress as any pathology.

 

          Stress is imaginary therefore don’t ever be reactive or reactionary to any Narcissists or greedy or immature or power hungry or arrogant or hateful or self-loathing or controlling or abusive peoples especially peoples who aren’t emotionally stable no matter how monetarily successful they are or no matter how good they look or no matter how expensive their clothes or no matter how many higher learning degrees acquired or no matter how much stamina or charisma.

 

          Goodness is intrinsic from the inside out.

 

          If one looks good on the outside yet feels awful inside then there’s no vitality or health.

 

          If one looks decent outside yet feels wonderful inside then there’s much vitality and health.

 

          Health and wellness are from the inside out.

 

          Makeup doesn’t cover up how awful people feel about themselves.

 

          People who tend to go out of their way to purposely or intentionally to emotionally or psychologically harm others especially anyone in relationship to the dysfunctional parties involved then such lost and emotionally volatile peoples are such people who are misaligned and must be ignored at all cost no matter how much they rant and rave or demand to be socially honored.

 

          Alignment is good.

 

          Usually, the best types of people on Earth are humble and healthy and kind and don’t easily get offended or aren’t easily uprooted and understand life’s complex yet able to directly speak with anyone in communications about anything.

 

          Any one of any gender who is 220 pounds plus isn’t healthy no matter what anyone may say or think.

 

          Anyone 230 pounds plus doesn’t get a say in healthy power to set the tone for the next one hundred years to a thousand years.

 

          230 pounds is an out of control cycle of euphoria and depression.

 

          After 230 pounds people are more or less a distortion of themselves.

 

          We’re born with deep intelligence and intuition and the ability to think through situations and be able to figure out what’s going on within our bodies is mainly simple listening skills.

 

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Two Brains

 

          Humans are wired to know what’s going on around us.

 

          The best way to know what’s going on inside of our human body is either through the basic steps of visualization meditation or Yoga and holistic medicinal medicines or local healthy organic vegan foods.

 

          Please, keep in mind according to the Indigenous the first brain is in the stomach and the second brain is the cerebral brain inside the head.

 

          People first process information with one’s stomach brain then one thinks through with their head brain second.

 

          One’s entire center of balance and extensive capacity for intuition is all in the stomach.

 

          The head brain is cerebral and tends to be capable to “second guess” many decisions.

 

          Usually the first gut reaction is correct.

 

          Anything beyond first gut reactions is usually over thinking it.

 

          Furthermore, please keep in mind when one’s physically ill or when one continually lives with an enduring physical disease such as reoccurring benign tumors then most likely local healthy organic vegan foods are the only real and true medicine there is on planet Earth.

 

          Western medicine is about abundance of pharmaceuticals which constipates patients while one waits to get on the “butcher’s block” for further surgical procedures to literally be cut open and have vital organs removed because Western medicine knows absolutely nothing about tumors or polyps or cysts or nodules or growths.

 

          Holistic medicine knows better than to cut open and cut up humans who are sacred beings.

 

          Please remember, healthy local vegan organic food isn’t enough.

 

          More precisely it’s the chemical combinations which produce certain chemical compounds inside the body which is what’s truly healthy about local vegan organic foods’ outcome ready tailored for one’s specific and individual system which is what’s important to genetically stay on top of one’s weaknesses and to further develop strengths.

 

          To keep healthy the only real preventative medicine is healthy local organic vegan foods and clean filtered water and eight hours of sleep and either one hour of meditation per day or one hour of Yoga per day.

 

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Weight

 

          What on Earth would I say to make anyone’s lives better? I don’t know. I’m truly not the person to ask simply because no one really ever knows anything about anyone else’s trials and tribulations or the internal workings of others’ bodies or internal working order in general.

 

          The only bit of advice is to stay healthy and eat well and love and respect and be joyful about sunsets and the smell of flowers and good weather and the simple joys of life.

 

          It’s best to eat smaller amounts of food than to gorge or stuff one’s face on any types of foods.

 

          It’s best to chew each bite of food at least 28 times (no more) or at least and at minimum chew 10 times (no less.)

 

          It’s best to take at least twenty minutes to half an hour to sit down to eat and be grateful for the food also be mindful of what one eats and where the food comes from and how far the food traveled to one’s table.

 

          The best advice is to not ever gain anymore than 20 pounds beyond the age of eighteen years of age.

 

          For example if one weighs 120 pounds at the age of eighteen then by the age of 41 one must not exceed anymore than the twenty pound rule much less exceed beyond the 140 pounds.

 

          The best way to stay healthy is to sleep eight hours per night and to drink about three to five filtered glasses of water and to realize thoughts aren’t real according to early 1990’s psychology.

 

          Remember, one’s best friends are more important than one’s family members or one’s spouse primarily parents will die off about thirty years before their offspring and friends are more important due to the fact friends are usually within the same generational bracket and understand each other.

 

~~~

What No One Ever Tells You

 

          No one gets married much anymore.

 

          No one ever tells you about how in general any dysfunctional marriage partner is able to call the police on the other physically diseased partner mainly out of spite or hate or vengeance.

 

          Yes, it’s quite common for one partner to call the police mainly out of spite or hate or vengeance. I didn’t know.

 

          No one ever tells you any immature dysfunctional partner deals with control issues and are willingly capable  to punish the other partner yet the dysfunctional partner is hardly ever willing to listen to the physically diseased partner who takes care of most of the domestic responsibilities and overall health of the relationship.

 

          No one ever tells you if one were to marry a Caucasian then Caucasians will always hold all the power and when the police are called in then the police will look at both partners and always legally or illegally detain the partner of color while the Caucasian partner will get scotch free without any consequences.

 

          No one ever tells you Caucasians hold all the power especially when the police are called in.

 

          No one ever tells you how oppressive and demeaning and humiliating suburban Caucasian fast food garbage is to any marriage.

 

          No one ever tells you the possibility one’s partner wants to control and oppress and diminish the other partner for no other reason than one’s able to have power over another.

 

          No one ever tells you the difference between purpose vs. arrogance. 

 

          No one ever tells you hence when the one dysfunctional partner calls the police then the functioning partner will require to set aside an entire year to show the proper authorities proof of innocence.

 

          No one ever tells you any dysfunctional partner may freeze assets from the functioning partner causing one partner to starve in the relationship or to go without the basic necessities.

 

          No one ever tells you most marriages are miserable unless any partner is truly willing to learn and share and grow with their other partner.

 

          No one ever tells you if one’s partner doesn’t respect the other partner’s healthy lifestyle choices then the healthy partner will be ridiculed and made fun of for years or a decade or more.

 

          No one ever tells you an unhealthy partner who happens to be a know-it-all in the relationship is usually obnoxious and annoying to share a life with.

 

          No one ever tells you any dysfunctional partner stops growing or learning or developing.   

 

          No one ever tells you any dysfunctional partner eats with reckless abandonment as though they have a death wish.

 

          No one ever tells you marriage isn’t a union about love rather about assets.

 

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“Love’s got nothing to do with it…”

 

          Relationships are about love, however.

 

          In America people don’t usually get married for love rather for assets. Thanks for letting me know.

         

          Marriage’s only to secure assets and property.

 

          Marriage’s a shabby modern status symbol without many perks especially for the domestic partner who works from home.

 

          Marriage is a patriarchal outdated system.

         

          Matrimony is inconvenient.

 

          Marriage is usually only one person’s say.

 

          In marriage the person who controls the money usually controls the decisions made even if the decisions are harmful to the other partner.

 

          Mostly marriage is chains and shackles.

 

          Mostly, no one ever tells you if you get married then it’s incredibly difficult to get out of any marriage.

 

          In most marriages there’s usually one spoilt brat child while the other partner is the adult and takes care of the day-to-day operations especially the stuff no one wants to do such as preparing meals, cooking and cleaning and properly raising children or taking care of elderly or watching over pets.

 

          Usually marital lifestyle choices are made by the pushiest and laziest of the two partners such as the consumption of fast food garbage and excessive television watching as any precedence over any human interaction.

 

          Usually the partner who makes all of the decisions will go ahead and make all of the decisions whether they care about how such decisions truly affects the emotional and psychological health of the other partner.

 

          If one’s partner wants to live in the racist suburbs and another partner doesn’t then usually with quietly abusive partnerships then the abusive partner wins since they’ll most likely do whatever they want no matter what.

 

          When one partner wants to dedicate their lives to local healthy organics and the other partner doesn’t then usually the more quietly abusive partner wins since they’ll most likely do whatever they want no matter what.

 

          Marriage isn’t equal opportunity employment.

 

          Marriage is work on top of more work.

 

          Marriage is a nightmare.

 

          Marriage to the wrong person is a nightmare

 

          Marriage is a complete lie.

 

          No one ever tells you it’s best to have a career than a marriage.

 

          No one ever tells you marriage is inconvenient.

 

          No one ever tells you the only way to get out of any marriage is only if one’s being abused or hit.

 

          No one ever tells you marriage is a joke.

          And a most cruel joke at that.

 

 

          Sincerely,

 

          Gabriel

 

1,930

 

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

 

“Better one word in time than two ill-timed.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Vacillating (fluctuating, wavering, changing around)

 

It was hard for them to make a healthy decision because of their vacillating mind.

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

 

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          Tomorrow: graduation speech.

 

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          Sweat Equity Blog:

 

          No, not once and not ever have I ever received payment in any currency to write eight years of blogging.

 

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          Global Bloggers in Political Danger:

 

          Yes, nearly all over the world bloggers are either murdered or incarcerated or detained against their will simply for writing about what bloggers know.

 

          Blogging is a true honor and privilege and responsibility and sacrifice.

 

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          Usage of Names:

 

          Yes, I’m able to make usage of first and last names when first and last names make any print media or news articles then names may be utilized.

 

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          Caucasian Communications:

 

          Yes, I leave the Caucasians to speak Caucasian to each other.

 

          Yes, I leave the Caucasians to speak Caucasian business together.

 

          No, I don’t wish or desire to speak Caucasian or Caucasian business if I don’t ever have to. Nope.

 

          Yes, as far as business is concerned I know the rules therefore I break the rules by being extremely relaxed and Indigenous and this bothers mostly anyone considered Caucasian.

 

          No, I personally don’t like to speak to Caucasians about business therefore I leave it to smarter people who have a better harness of the English language and can authentically be themselves as well as be professional and Caucasian and share in organic vegan foods and “break bread” together.

 

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          General Happiness:

 

          Ok. I miswrote. Yes, for the most part I’m always content.

 

          The only time I’m ever unhappy or frustrated or angry is when I’ve ever personally been emotionally or psychologically or physically abused as most people do get unhappy when this happens to them.

 

          No, not once have I ever thought of myself as a victim otherwise I wouldn’t talk or write about my life.

 

          Yes, quite often it’s Caucasian people who tell me I’m a victim.

 

          No, no victim here.

 

          Yes, it’s only Caucasians who tell me I ought to feel victimized.

 

          No, I don’t ever feel victimized.

 

          For some reason I’m supposed to be or feel like a weakling.

 

          When one’s smart then one hardly ever feels like a weakling.

 

          When Caucasians find out I’m resilient and emotionally and psychologically strong then Caucasians get mad or angry or irrational with me simply because I refuse to communicate like a Caucasian.

 

          Yes, local organic vegan foods exist someplace in the world and I’m happy simply because local organic vegan foods exist. It takes very little to make me happy.

 

          Yes, I’m unhappy whenever and directly and continually I have to deal with micro-aggression or racial discrimination or physical violence or emotional or psychological abuse.

 

          The only time I ever truly get angry is when I have to repeat myself again and again without any understanding to please not be harmed or I set strict boundaries which aren’t kept because for some reason Caucasian people don’t seriously take my spoken voice to be important as to what exactly I communicate.

 

          Yes, Caucasians don’t ever like to be uncomfortable in communications.

 

          However, the secret amongst the rest of the globe is mostly life’s uncomfortable and there within lies the adventure to communicate without any power issues or control issues or power struggles or daft communications or aggressive manner in tone.

 

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Boundaries, Please

 

          If I say, “Please, I don’t wish to talk about XYZ” then it’s not honored.

 

          If I say, “please, after six straight years of eating fast food I can no longer eat such empty calories because I sometimes feel like I’m going to have a heart attack” then it’s not honored.

 

          If I say, “Please, don’t call me derogatory names or purposely put me down or waste my time” then it’s not honored.

 

          If I say, “please don’t waste my time” then it’s not honored.

 

          Otherwise, truly I’m “Ferdinand the Bull” smelling the flowers.

 

          Yes, the multi-cultural implants from New England tell me not once and not ever have they ever had as much difficulty shopping and being in public than in Minnesota. I agree.

 

          Minnesota simply emotionally and psychologically beats down people of color who happen to be customers until people of color are supposedly supposed to go home and not ever show their faces anywhere in public ever again. It’s not going to happen.

 

          Racial discrimination is true to form.

 

          Most of New England is about 99.7% Caucasian yet the Caucasians of New England are quite comfortable conducting business with people of color who happen to be customers.

 

          In New England there’s an open mind to multi-cultures.

 

          In Minnesota there’s a closed mind to multi-cultures.

 

          Minnesota has to get its racially discriminatory house in order.

 

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As Kindly as Possible

 

          No matter how much money or how little money I’ve ever had I’ve always and mostly spent my money on local vegan foods.

 

          Over two decades ago the Native Americans told me “food is medicine” and only food elongates life expectancy for which people live a long healthy time or not. Ok.

 

          Over two decades ago the Native Americans told me not to be afraid to smoke 100% tobacco cigarettes since burning tobacco is a prayer to the gods and burning tobacco has been a practice over thousands of years. Ok.

 

          Over two decades ago the Native Americans told me if I were to healthily live a long life then only healthy foods would help me towards such endeavors. Ok.

 

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6 Years an Organic Vegan

Vs.

6 Years a Fast Food Eater

 

          Yes, one ought to always be a little hungry rather than full or stuffed.

 

          Yes, the human stomach is no bigger than the human fist.

 

          All the stomach can fit is food the quantity or the size of the human fist then stop. When once more hungry then again enjoy a healthy small snack or another healthy meal.

 

           Well, with my spoken consent and given permission I’ve spent the last six years of my life eating commercial fast food garbage from August 2012 through May 14, 2018.

 

          Primarily, I ate commercial fast food garbage since I was ill with uterine fibroid benign tumors and pharmaceuticals for which don’t allow regular bowels therefore one must force soft foods through the system to keep regular.

 

          Yes, on-and-off I’ve also eaten commercial vegan fast food garbage from September 2006-August 2012.

 

          Yes, I was a vegan for six straight years and love every minute of it even though not once did I ever lose a pound.

 

          Yes, from August 1987 through May 2004 our family or on my own purchased organic bulk foods from either directly local organic farmers or local Co-Ops.

 

          Yes, I love anything vegan and organic and non-GMO and grass fed and cage-free and no hormones added or no antibiotics added and fair trade.

 

          Yes, I’ve come to the end of this road.

 

          Yes, after six straight years of eating commercial fast food garbage I’m here to tell anyone, the outcome is unhealthy.

 

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6 Straight Years of Fast Food

         

          After twelve years of personally analyses and data and record keeping and food diaries and reoccurring patterns:

 

          As of the month of May 2018 I chose organic pesticides any day over hardened arteries from fast food garbage.

 

          Forget, the documentary “Super Size It” made by the director who spent one month of fast food daily intake.

 

          Please, don’t ever try six years of fast food garbage because at the end of six straight years of fast food garbage experimentation then one can barely catch one’s breath and one feels heavy in one’s body and at times nearly one feels as though one’s about to have a heart attack, however, one doesn’t.

 

          For some reason with fast food garbage one’s always on the verge of feeling like the heart’s about to explode and pharmaceuticals somehow enhance the deterioration of muscle tissue and bone density along with fast food garbage makes for a deadly combination.

 

          Personally, I’m “addicted” to pharmaceutical methamphetamines or anti-depressants or pharmaceutical “speed” because such chemistry keeps my body thin and the acne completely goes away otherwise status quo.

 

          Personally, I’d take pharmaceutical methamphetamines for the rest of my life except one constantly feels like on the edge of a heart attack and one doesn’t breathe well or breathes deeply.

 

          After six straight years of fast food garbage I still love the immense instant gratification I get from fast food garbage, however, not once and not ever have I ever liked the “plastic” after taste which stays in one’s mouth for hours afterwards.

 

          After six straight years of fast food garbage then all of one’s bowel movements smells exactly like fried foods.

 

          After six straight years of fast food garbage then I do slightly feel as though my heart may or can or might give out, however, my heart is strong yet enough’s enough.

 

          After six straight years of fast food garbage then it’s any surprise I’m not 300 pounds. I got lucky.

 

          However, petite or small or thin or skinny doesn’t mean healthy.

 

          Healthy is about nutrition.

 

          Skinny or thin is about less quantity of food.

 

          After six straight years of fast food garbage it’s any wonder I’m not dead since the Indigenous don’t create enzymes or have gut bacteria to process fast food garbage.

 

          Yes, fast food garbage is a great and excellent way to slowly kill oneself which as of May 14, 2018 I’ve stopped eating fast food garbage in order to live to be 110.

 

          After six straight years of fast food garbage I’m surprised I haven’t stroked out.

 

          Yes, the Maya gods watch over us.

 

          Yes, the only commercial fast foods I’m ever willing to eat ever again are fruits and vegetables and fair trade non-GMO and no-hormones and no antibiotics and cage-free and grass fed only.

 

          Yes, the only sweeteners I’m willing to consume are raw honey or “Zevia” vegan sodas or “endangered species” dark chocolates or agave.

 

          Yes, with fast food garbage one doesn’t realize how much one’s starving while the waist line increases.

 

          Yes, I was meant to be here and live through this, however, no more. I can barely breathe.

 

          Sugar is complete poison to my body.

 

          No more. I can’t consume ice cream or sugar. I feel like I’m going to die and it’s no such exaggeration.

 

          Yes, I’d rather fast then eat fast food garbage.

 

          Yes, the only reason why I didn’t die in the last six years is because I have low-blood pressure otherwise I’d be dead from six straight years of fast food garbage.

 

          Only cruel enemies wish for others to die young.                              

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

Word Count: 1,784

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 2,917 +

 

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

 

“A man devoid of sympathy is not a man but a monster.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Precedent (something that went before so as to serve as an example for a subsequent act)

 

Their request was approved because she did wish to set a precedent.

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

 

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Hello. Hi.

 

Upload: 2:48pm CT, 6:19pm CT

                       

Happy Tuesday!

 

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          Ramadan 2018:

 

          Yes, one tends to gain weight during the Muslim month long fast of Ramadan.

 

          Yes, at 4:14pm CT today I broke Ramadan because I didn’t have breakfast. I almost made it to sundown.

 

          Yes, tomorrow I’ll pick up Ramadan again for the next two weeks of fasting.

 

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          Communications:

 

          No, I don’t ever “stalk” anyone.

 

          Most people know text communications may take me anywhere from a year to a decade to respond back over text. “No news is good news.”

 

          For the past decade my text patterns have been a known fact to hundreds or possibly thousands of peoples.

 

          No, I don’t have any social media.

 

          Yes, I know exactly what social media is and how the programs run.

 

          Usually, I show up on peoples’ online metrics, what? Once per decade? Or every other three years, however, seldom.

 

          No, I truly don’t make the time to look up peoples’ digital footprints unless parties get talked about and their specific names come up in conversation or direct email or official business records require to be summarized to other parties who directly ask about specific individual parties then I get back to inquiring parties with correct information by looking up the URL then copying over for others to look over and to have for their own records.

 

          Yes, summer 2017 I went four weeks without a cell phone since my cell phone disappeared in Duluth, MN therefore I’ve been gathering phone numbers here and there even though some parties refuse to please text back some of my best friends’ phone numbers therefore there’re best friends I’ve been trying to reach and speak to about certain situations since their intelligence and specific expertise is what I personally require most.

 

          Yes, in 2006 my computer’s list of professional and personal roster of contacts disappeared therefore I’ve been gathering contacts over the past decade even though some parties refuse to please allow me to directly email some of my best friends’ emails therefore there’re former co-workers and some best friends I’ve been trying to reach and speak to about certain situations since their intelligence and specific expertise is what I personally require most.

 

          Yes, people know who I am since we’ve either worked together or broke bread together or held interesting conversations over the telephone or in person relaxed and sat back and smoked 100% American Spirits cigarettes after a long hard day’s work.

 

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          Do Not Try This At Home:

 

          One must be taught and given guidance:

 

          Yes, either slowly or fast or medium pace the Maya are taught to run 100 miles barefoot, if ever needed to pass any type of dire and important message or communications. Yes, barefoot running is almost the best way to go even on tarp or pavement. Barefoot running has awesome grip right below the toes on the feet pads. Barefoot running, one doesn’t run on one’s heels. There’s nothing lighter than to run barefoot. Plus, one clocks in better personal times while barefoot running than with any type of technological running shoe. Running shoes are all about technology.

 

          Who doesn’t love technologically advanced tennis shoes or running shoes? Yes, as a viewer of sports I truly like to watch track-and-field and marathons. No, I don’t have the body for running. Absolutely not. My Indigenous body’s made to rear children. Running events are some of my favorite sports to watch even though I run as slowly as any turtle I watch running events because it’s truly a feat of heroism. Yep. Our peeps know I’m a slow runner unless I’m inspired by organic healthy vegan foods, however, I’ve proven I can run 100 miles through the forests and woods. One starts training with 50 mile runs then compete (or not) in 100 mile run marathons to be approved to become a professional musher with sled dogs. Yep. It was a test.

 

          Side Excerpt: No, not once have I ever personally ripped or cut the bottoms of my feet while running especially not through forests or the woods or on pavement. The only time I’ve ever burned my feet is on hot sand or frozen sand. No, not once have I ever even slightly burned the bottoms of my feet while walking across hot coals which in 1998 Middle Eastern Muslim male friends taught me how to walk on and across hot coals which unburned feet are considered a sign in which one tells the truth when one walks across hot coals and one’s feet don’t burn at all therefore on-and-off for about twenty years I’ve walked across hot coals without once or ever even slightly burning any skin of any type. The coals felt more like warm baby blankets or any warm bath. Yes, I’ve been put to the rigorous test by men across the globe and I’m dainty and don’t like to camp anymore or ever again or canoe or water boating or swimming. The last time I solo camped on private woods and private property was in 2010. The End.

 

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          Stalling… I must get this right.

 

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Introductions All Around

 

          Yes, even with “All Access” backstage passes I’m still personally not able to get back stage anywhere therefore our Executive Producers will take it from here, our people will take it away and speak business Caucasian to other business Caucasians without me in the picture. Ok.

 

          Yes, anyone with any type of professional talent I’ll make introductions all around without ever having to meet with me.

 

          Yes, once introductions are made then take it away and run with it.

 

          Yes, one of my best friends told me summer 2017: Our parents not only made sure we made friends, however, the “right” type of friends. Ok.

 

          Personally, to me there’s no such thing as the “right” type of peoples. To me: humans are human.

 

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Dearest Entertainment Industry Personnel

         

          Dearest Entertainment Industry Personnel; please allow free access and safe passage to all and any of the specific famous peoples and celebrities and bosses and Executive Producers I require assistance in making direct contact with each specific party to personally introduce peoples I believe leaders ought to personally meet and know and have fun together since in 2006 my computer’s personal and private roster of contacts went missing by a quasi Minneapolis, MN documentary executive producer I fired for incompetency while face-to-face.

 

          Yes, summer of 2018 through the “front door” there’ll arrive by post hand written letters by my hand to specific bosses and famous peoples and celebrities to make direct contact with our peoples since such bosses and Executive Producers and celebrities and famous people already either worked with me or received hand written letters from me or spoken over the phone with me about my former documentary film career or are either neighbors or best friends of my New England, Harvard family in Rockport, MA or our friends in Cambridge, MA.

 

          Status quo. Personally, I don’t seek for anything for myself.

 

          No, I don’t want anything.

          No, I don’t need anything.

 

          Hollywood knows I’ll probably be seen in the same stitched up t-shirts and clothes for the next three years.

 

          Hollywood knows I refuse to take a single penny from Hollywood until I specifically go to Hollywood with an itemized budget primarily about sustainable organic vegan foods and preparation and budgets for fulltime writing.

 

          If any Entertainment Industry Personnel is thoughtful enough or kind enough and willing enough then please take the envelop with my name “Gabriela Long” (nee) in the Twin Cities of Minnesota then you’ll get my undivided gratitude and tons of gushing over the blog back here in September 2018.

 

          Let’s do this:

 

          Let’s rock ‘n’ roll.

 

          Cheers.

 

~~~

No, not a Newspaper Add

Rather a Massive Call

You know:

When a Call Goes Out in Hollywood

Looking for Talent

 

          Okay, let’s start at the very beginning.

 

          Please, pass on the word. Thanks.

 

~~~

Sarah Green

Executive Producer

 

          One of my dearest and most beloved and respectful none sexual uncles on the Elwell side of the family in Rockport, MA is a man who grew up and is best friends with an excellent Executive Producer by the name of Sarah Green who in the year 2000 spoke to me at length about how to get a digital documentary film company off the ground and hold 100% copyright to my feature films. Sarah told me I could call her anytime, however, I haven’t had Sarah’s personal phone number since 2006 therefore by post I’ll mail her at her NYC offices.

 

          Yes, Sarah Green is a personal friend of our New England family and I have someone quite talented here on the line who I believe requires an introduction from me to Sarah Green to them. No, I don’t need to be any part of any negotiations unless directly asked otherwise I keep my nose clean and out of others’ business.

 

          My main question is: I wonder if Sarah Green conducts business with Emmy award winning Executive Producers who happen to be Caucasian women? No, not me.

 

~~~

Jennifer Bloom

Executive Producer

 

          One of my former and most respectful and respected none sexual co-workers is now Executive Producer Jennifer Bloom (on the set of Session 9) who’s been to Costa Rica and once she found out I’m from Costa Rica then we began to understand and trust each other on a deeper level since she knew money and fame were the last things on my mind.

 

          Once Jennifer found out I’m from Costa Rica then she began to demand for me to go first in line and in front of her even though I’d been taught to not ever eat anything from catering before any 1st Director or 2nd Director ate.

 

          Jennifer “Jen Bloom” would take my elbow and nudge me to get into the catering line before her and eat because she saw the well written signs all over my face about how healthy foods is the only thing I live for aside from the obvious such as love and respect and art.

 

          Jennifer had a terrible cold at the end of filming Session 9 and I wanted to give her holistic medicinal medicines for her cold, however, I didn’t want her to be scared of me as someone who believes in holistic healing therefore I kept my mouth shut.

 

          Yes, Jennifer Bloom, I wept the second to the last day of filming because I found mutilated animals in the woods and I got scared and wept and cried then the last day of the shoot I took off and went skateboarding.

 

          Guess what, Jennifer Bloom, on the set of Session 9 I discovered records of my great-grandmother on my grandfather’s side and she’d spent time at Danvers State Hospital and no one in our family had discussed or ever talked about it to this day. OMG. I almost fell over.

 

          Once I discovered the New England familial records then I couldn’t stop excusing myself to go up to the records room to continue to look over patients’ forgotten records strewn all over the floor to continue to find more clues about great-grandmother’s whereabouts since I knew my family wouldn’t ever talk about her due to their New England upper stiff lips.

 

          Jennifer Bloom always understood my Indigenous ways and sentiments. Jennifer Bloom understood me as well as Hollywood understands me.

 

          Yes, Jennifer Bloom is a respectful and smart and intelligent and kind woman and I have someone quite talented here on the line who I believe requires an introduction from me to Jennifer Bloom to them. No, I don’t need to be any part of any negotiations unless directly asked otherwise I keep my nose clean and out of others’ business.

 

          My main question is: I wonder if Jennifer Bloom conducts business with Emmy award winning respectful Executive Producers who happen to be Caucasian women? No, not me.

 

~~~

Peter Mullen

Scottish Actor

 

          One of my former and most respectful and respected none sexual co-workers is actor Peter Mullen (on the set of Session 9) who’s danced a platonic jig with me and knows my face, smell and name and handwritten letters and many times we’ve broken bread together and platonically partied.

 

          Yes, I do owe Peter Mullen an overdue letter by about 18 years, however. I don’t ever know what to write therefore I don’t. Only once in 2016 I did sit down to write the overdue letter, however, there wasn’t anything for me to say.

 

          Yes, Peter Mullen it was me who ever so quietly whispered your name to you and scared you half to death, however, you became ever so taken aback which the look on your face scared me therefore I stayed silent and didn’t say a word. No, it wasn’t a ghost. It was me. I backed up and walked off the set since I didn’t want to add anymore confusion to the mix.

 

          Yes, Peter Mullen I wept the second to the last day of filming because I found mutilated animals in the woods and I got scared and wept and cried then the last day of the shoot I took off and went skateboarding.

 

          Yes, Peter Mullen is a respectful and smart and intelligent and kind man and I have someone quite talented here on the line who I believe requires an introduction from me to Peter Mullen to them. No, I don’t need to be any part of any negotiations unless directly asked otherwise I keep my nose clean and out of others’ business.

 

          My main question is: I wonder if Peter Mullen conducts business with Emmy award winning respectful Executive Producers who happen to be Caucasian women? No, not me.

 

~~~

Sarah Jessica Parker

Actor, Executive Producer

 

          Supposedly, Sarah Jessica Parker is a long distant cousin of ours on the Elwell side from Rockport, MA. Okay. I don’t know. I don’t care. Since there’re hundreds of us in our direct branch of the family then I don’t ever go out of my way to get in contact with anyone much less long distant relatives.

 

          However, let’s put it to the test.

 

          If truly, we’re related and we do actually have any access to each other through Executive Producer Sarah Green then I have someone quite talented right here on the line who I believe requires an introduction from me to Sarah Jessica Parker to them. No, I don’t need to be any part of any negotiations unless directly asked otherwise I keep my nose clean and out of others’ business.

 

          My main question is: I wonder if Sara Jessica Parker conducts business with Emmy award winning respectful Executive Producers who happen to be Caucasian women? No, not me.

 

~~~

Brad Anderson

Director

 

          One of my former and most respectful and respected none sexual co-workers is Director Brad Anderson (on the set of Session 9) who’s quite serious and quiet and doesn’t ever flinch and is direct in communications and to the point and doesn’t laugh or smile while directing a film. Not once did I ever see director Brand Anderson crack a smile.

 

          Yes, Brad Anderson I wept the second to the last day of filming because I found mutilated animals in the woods and I got scared and wept and cried then the last day of the shoot I took off and went skateboarding.

 

          Yes, Brad Anderson is a respectful and smart and intelligent and kind man and I have someone quite talented here on the line who I believe requires an introduction from me to Brad Anderson to them. No, I don’t need to be any part of any negotiations unless directly asked otherwise I keep my nose clean and out of others’ business.

 

          My main question is: I wonder if Brad Anderson conducts business with Emmy award winning respectful Executive Producers who happen to be Caucasian women? No, not me.

 

~~~

Brendan Sexton the III

American Actor

 

          One of my former and most respectful and respected none sexual co-workers is actor Brendan Sexton the III (on the set of Session 9) who is a method actor and a jokester and a prankster and quick to smile and laugh and capable to respectfully speak to any woman of the crew on set.

 

          Yes, Brendan Sexton the III I wept the second to the last day of filming because I found mutilated animals in the woods and I got scared and wept and cried then the last day of the shoot I took off and went skateboarding.

 

          Yes, Brendan Sexton the III is a respectful and smart and intelligent and kind man and I have someone quite talented here on the line who I believe requires an introduction from me to Brandon Sexton the III to them. No, I don’t need to be any part of any negotiations unless directly asked otherwise I keep my nose clean and out of others’ business.

 

          My main question is: I wonder if Brendan Sexton the III conducts business with Emmy award winning respectful Executive Producers who happen to be Caucasian women? No, not me.

 

~~~

Ms. Cyndi Lauper’s

Public Relations Executive Producer

Is and Always will be my Friend

We Platonically Love Each Other

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~~~

Eric Stoltz’s

Friends from “Fort McCoy”

Are some of my Friends

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~~~

Carson Daly

My Respectful Former Boss

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

Word Count: 2,917

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 2,917

 

Friday, May 25, 2018

 

“Dowries and legacies bring no luck.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Balmy (soothing, refreshing, mild)

 

There are many balmy days in spring.

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

 

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Hello. Hi.

 

Upload: 1:47pm CT, 3:34pm CT

                       

Happy Friday!

 

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          No, the direct and peaceful Portland, Maine Muslim Americans and I don’t live in any “compound.”

 

          Yes, the direct and peaceful Portland, Maine Muslim Americans and I live on a seven block radius suburban Muslim American neighborhood. Thank you.

 

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          Mindfulness, Purpose, Intension:

 

          About Text Introductions: Relax, intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans.

 

          Intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans are as obnoxious as ever with their inflated egos and superiority complexes to only understand and demand to only be communicated in rigid “Caucasian English” otherwise such individuals seem to fall apart and complain about the tiniest little things rather than be flattered anyone cares about what Caucasians have to say at all since most people of color are over racist discrimination in communications, people actually do have accents.

 

          Most people of color ignore Caucasians.

 

          Most families of color ignore Caucasians like the plague.

 

          “Healing of the Whole System.” Ok.

 

          As an English as a Second Language adult supposedly I’m “terrible” at texting according only to intellectual Caucasian Midwesterners, especially intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans and intellectual Caucasian people from Iowa. Whatever.

 

          All I ever want to say to such egotistical people is to please “get over yourself.”

 

          However, in Minnesota as a person of color one must always stay quiet and move slowly and not ever make any sudden movements or feed cookies to intellectual Caucasian peoples and pet them on the head otherwise intellectual Caucasian peoples’ Narcissistic tendencies flare up and Caucasian people become destructive and punishing towards peoples of color whenever Caucasian people aren’t exactly catered to in Caucasian communications.

 

          Intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans communicate like plantation owners who require for people of color to be “whipped into shape” otherwise the intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans destroy the reputations of peoples of color who don’t think or feel the same way as “The Caucasian Way.”

 

          The intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans get incredibly irritated and frustrated and angry with my texts while anyone else across the globe thinks my texts are hilarious. Thanks.

 

          No, I don’t ever expect or wait for anyone to text me back. Absolutely not. We’re all busy with life and with healthy lifestyle choices and work and this and the other and making money.

 

          Technology’s at one’s earliest convenience and not a demand.

 

          People know I don’t care about money.

 

          People know time’s far more valuable than money.

 

          Nothing’s, too, serious to ever laugh about.

 

          Yes, with the Maya there’s purpose and intent with anything.

 

          Yes, overall I’m a happy human who sees the large picture.

 

          No, I don’t do random.

 

          Random and I don’t get on.

 

          No, I don’t do manic.

 

          Manic and I don’t get on.

 

          Eight hours of practiced nightly sleep through two straight decades. I sleep like a “rock.”

 

          Regular and disciplined nightly sleep and I are best friends.

 

          Yes, for over a decade once per year on the month of my birthday if I were to stay up to text then either Hong Kong’s on the line or I’m writing relaxed and direct and straight forward lengthy text introductions to people across the globe because it’ll be another year before I make further introductions.

 

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Personally, I don’t get easily offended

 

          Personally, I don’t have anything to hide.

 

          Personally, I read like an “open book.” It’s obvious I read like an open book therefore I’m extremely direct with my intensions and feelings and emotions and the intellectual Caucasians allow for my written content because my sentences make logical and rational sense, however intellectual Midwestern Caucasian Minnesotans hate how long my texts read and intellectual Midwestern Caucasian Minnesotans wish I would write outlines, however, text is completely relaxed in tone.

 

          Personally, I think intellectual Midwestern Caucasians are insecure or egocentric or angry or power hungry whenever spoken to or communicated in any other fashion other than “Caucasian” fast spoken English communications.

 

          Over text I don’t write term papers.

 

          Texting isn’t for business.

 

          Texting’s like wearing flip flops at the beach.

 

          Email’s for business.

 

          Email’s like wearing a suit jacket at the office.

 

          Personally, in good weather I like to go barefoot especially on safe and vegan and peaceful private properties and laugh amongst others or learn or discover at a moderate meandering pace since healthy lifestyle’s long distance running as an anecdote.

 

          Yes, either slowly or fast or medium pace the Maya are taught to run 100 miles barefoot, if ever needed to pass any type of dire and important message or communications. Yes, barefoot running is almost the best way to go even on tarp or pavement. Barefoot running has awesome grip right below the toes on the feet pads. Barefoot running, one doesn’t run on one’s heels. There’s nothing lighter than to run barefoot. Plus, one clocks in better personal times while barefoot running than with any type of technological running shoe. Running shoes are all about technology.

 

          Yes, on my birthday month no matter how much I may annoy the intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans I do purposely text introductions and introduce people to each other to connect and go on and participate without me involved and with me completely “radio silence” for years or decades because intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans don’t ever trust what I have to say therefore intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans will go on and make tens of millions of dollars together and not worry to ever have any of us cross any specific paths especially not with me for any reason since my direct speech patterns seem to be vinegar to intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans.

 

          Personally, I was taught vinegar is truly healthy.

 

          Vinegar’s healthier than honey.

 

          The properties of vinegar are healthier than honey.

 

          Honey’s still sugar.

 

          Yes, for about a decade in the month of May I’ve been doing extremely private text phone introductions for all and any parties to meet and hopefully become great friends and partner up in healthy and equal opportunity capitalist and business ventures and respectfully and monetary succeed without having to directly communicate with me at all because the intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans don’t seem to trust I’m real and I have a heart and I’m naturally sweet natured and don’t lie unless I put myself on the line for others’ reputations and get more nervous by the second and make the lie worse which is obvious whenever I lie therefore I don’t lie. I don’t.

         

          Telling lies is one of my weaknesses.

 

          English enunciation of terminology is one of my weaknesses.

 

          Yes, I know what the words mean.

 

          Navigating by car is one of my weaknesses.

 

          Yes, I’m extremely direct in speech and conversation.

 

          Yes, I’m a terrible text speller and terrible text writer.

 

          Yes, I leave the intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans to get “filthy rich” together as well as wealthy to donate to sciences, mathematics and art and music education and nutritional vegan education and organic education in the public school systems.

 

          The past isn’t real.

          The past no longer exists.

 

          Thoughts aren’t real.

          Thoughts are liquid.

 

          No, I’m not a hopeless romantic.

 

          Yes, people tell me I’m more of a “hopeful romantic.”

          Is there such a thing?

 

          No, in life I don’t daydream.

 

          Yes, I have a million and one responsibilities each day.

 

          No, I’m not a god therefore I’m not a prankster.

 

          Yes, I’m “cheeky”.

 

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Directness in Direct Communications

Direct Communications is for

Brave and Intelligent and Humble Humans

 

          Yes, my direct speech style makes intellectual Caucasian Minnesotans extremely uncomfortable.

 

          Oh, well.

 

          The rest of the world doesn’t seem to get bent out of shape whenever they’re uncomfortable since being uncomfortable is part of the human experience.

 

          Please, get over being uncomfortable.

 

          Only first world citizens believe it’s their right not to ever be uncomfortable. Newsflash.

 

          My speaking voice is quite different from my “writer’s voice.”

 

          My writer’s voice is highly critical.

 

          My text voice is like my speaking voice which as a speaker I love to and tend to gush about other people.

 

          Yes, whenever I conduct text introductions to several parties at once then text’s done on purpose and with intent and mindfulness to speak truthfully and then completely let go and allow for others to make their own independent connections. Have fun. Cheers.

 

          No, I’m not jealous or envious of anyone. I’m not.

 

          No, I don’t personally consider myself “ugly” or anything derogatory.

 

          Yes, I’m extremely Indigenous in direct speech.

 

          Yes, my closest friends know I have “nerves of steel” and abundance in patience except around certain incredibly great smelling Caucasian men then I tend to lose my “train of thought” and trip over my own two feet (which rarely happens) therefore I stay away and will continue to do. Personally, I don’t need or want anything. Status Quo.

 

          Yes, whether people like each other or agree or disagree, it’s best to peacefully and calmly do positive conflict resolution.

 

          No, the text introductions aren’t about me.

 

          The text introductions are back story for all parties to be aware of not getting “lost in translation” then they can meet and have fun and get wealthy together and drink, eat and be merry and retire together in vegan organic communal living and bring about affordable food, medicine and housing to the rest of the country.

 

          Yes, my intellectual Caucasian Minnesota brothers are my intellectual Caucasian Minnesota brothers and not once have we ever talked about having consented sexual intercourse with each other much less ever French kissed or held hands or anything.

 

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Yes, I’m Incredibly Direct in Communications

 

          Yes, since 2005 my intellectual Caucasian Minnesota brothers have been angry at me for directly sitting down with them in front of each other and at the same meeting and by name directly addressed each and every male present to please directly consider marriage to me without being sexually attracted to me or I attracted towards the men and primarily to marry me for my safety as a woman of color. They said “no” and we continue with our friendships. Ok. “Water under the bridge.” “That ship has sailed.”

 

          No, I’m not manipulative.

 

          Yes, I’m thoughtful and extremely forward.

 

          Yes, thinking is the hardest work there is to do to learn, change, grow and if needed then shift gears to get back on the path we’re all chosen to be tailored to our specific lives for each individual.

 

          Yes, above all types of love I believe in platonic agape love.

 

          No, at this very moment I don’t hold a crush on anyone.

 

          Yes, I love the looks of men however I don’t seek any romantic relationships.

 

          No, most people don’t ever sexually arouse me.

 

          No, at this moment I’m not in love with anyone much less anything to consider moving across country.

 

          Yes, the Twin Cities, MN is where I reside and will most likely reside for life, unless...

 

          Yes, I’d like to be able to work out of Los Angeles at least one full month per year.

 

          Yes, I’ve already been invited to work in Los Angeles for the entire month of January 2019 however I don’t believe I’ll be able to get away.

 

          Yes, multi-culturalism is my set destination.

 

          Yes, my intellectual Minnesota Caucasian friends have visited and stayed as guests with my New England, MA Harvard family as well as Minnesotans have visited other New England, MA friends.

 

          Yes, Minnesota and Massachusetts know each other.

 

          Yes, my Harvard New England, MA families know my blue blooded Harvard group of male friends.

 

          Yes, Harvard’s graciously gone home with me to New England.

 

          Yes, the blue blooded Harvard gentlemen do exist.

         

          Yes, vegan and organic New England, MA born and raised blue blooded Harvard men and I none sexually dated and got to know each other well over the study of organic farming and Holistic medicinal medicine in the year of 2000.

 

          Yeah, Minnesota and Harvard and Massachusetts go way back two decades. Peeps know each other well. Extremely well.

 

          Yes, some of my best friends over the past twenty five years are Ivy League born and raised Japanese who live in Japan.

 

         

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          Yes.                                             

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

Word Count: 2,027

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 2,518 + 1,202 = 3,720 + 2,027 = 5,747

 

Thursday, May 24, 2018

 

“Better suffer an injustice than commit one.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Perspicacity (keen judgment, ability to see through)

 

He is noted for his perspicacity in analyzing a problem.

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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          The United States of America’s Anthem:

 

          As of this morning I have it on good authority one isn’t ever required to stand up for the American National Anthem. Ok. Thanks.

 

          The American flag has nothing to do with the military or troops.

 

          The National Anthem has nothing to do with the military or troops.

 

          The National Anthem is about the American citizens and civilians.

 

          Yes, correct legally and by law as American citizens and civilians we may burn the American flag and no one may get fired from their jobs. Ok. Cool. Thanks.

 

          Yes, correct legally and by law as American citizens or civilians we may burn the American flag and no one goes to jail. Ok. Cool. Thanks. What a Republic democratic socialist country!

 

          By law it’s Americans’ legal right to burn down the American flag. Ok.

 

          One can sit or kneel or stand or not when the National Anthem is present. Ok. Thanks.

 

          For the next decade I’ll personally kneel whenever the National Anthem is present.

 

          The only purpose for which I’ll kneel whenever the National Anthem is present is due to “black” men murdered by police personnel.

 

          Yes, in August 2017 as a woman of color I was fortunate enough not to be murdered or raped by suburban Caucasian police who “snatched” or kidnapped me therefore I know the law isn’t on my side therefore for the next decade I’ll kneel for the National Anthem in solidarity against racial discrimination specifically done by the hand of police personnel.

 

          Unfortunately, as an adult of 41, I still consider police personnel our friends rather than a “police state.” Ok.

 

          Yes, each and every time I’ll kneel in solidarity for the very lives of “black” or “African American” men, I can only hope “black” men Americans won’t forget women of color and the brutality women of color face with police personnel. Thanks.

 

          Yes, for the past four years the black Muslim Americans have been followed and stopped and frisked or searched without any probable cause here in the suburbs of the Twin Cities therefore for the next decade I’ll kneel for the National Anthem.

 

          America’s “a” dangerous place to live or shop or run errands or publically and peacefully hang out especially when one’s any persons of color.

 

          America’s persons of color live through “The Reign of Terror II.”

 

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The Mayan Afterlife

7-9 Houses of the Underworld

 

          Yes, only in Mayan prayer form: have I ever burned many books with blatant told lies such as the book “Three Cups of Tea” or any plagiarists’ speeches such as “Last Lady’s 2018” copied speeches from former First Lady’s previous 2016 speeches Ms. Michelle Obama or Martin Luther King Jr.’s plagiarized Boston University’s doctorate dissertation as well as many plagiarist public speeches throughout his career (sigh) or H.G. Wells entirely word per word plagiarist novel.

 

          Imagine: If I were to plagiarize then I’d be hanged by the nearest lamp post right here in my own home state of Minnesota.

 

          The greatest aspect of Massachusetts is no matter what I write I shan’t be burned at the stake. Thank you!

 

          Wow. Personally, I thought the NFL had more power and pull than one ignoramus and hateful man such as president 2018 who squawks like ill mannered chickens.

 

          To be a woman is one thing.

 

          To be a man is another.

 

          Personally, I think president 2018’s hormones are off and most likely president 2018’s mind and brain secretes, too, much estrogen (female hormones).

 

          “The reign of terror II” by president 2018 is almost and nearly over.

 

          President 2018 is here only through the “blink of an eye.”

 

          President 2018 knows quite well when president 2018 “transitions” (Death, passes away) then president 2018 will be going straight into the Mayan underworld to answer to the Mayan gods for all of president 2018’s “familial corporate thievery.”

 

          Yes, president 2018 must seek out the correct and legitimate Maya Shaman doctors to learn how to get through the seven to nine houses of the Mayan underworld because the Mayan gods are pranksters and love to prank humans.

 

          Personally, I think president 2018 won’t make it beyond the Jaguar house or the Fire house of the Mayan underworld.

 

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          Suburban Hate Crimes against the Muslim Americans:

 

          The Muslim Americans are my surrogate family.

 

          The specific Muslim Americans have adopted me and I’ve adopted them. The Portland, Maine Muslim Americans from Somalia aren’t ever “getting rid of me.”

 

          As of this week Monday the Muslim Americans had our trampoline slashed with a knife right across the jumping mat.

 

          The Muslim Americans believe the hate crime perpetrators are the neighbors directly behind our familial properties.

 

          Personally, I don’t know who destroyed the Muslim Americans’ children’s trampoline.

 

          No, there were no eye witnesses therefore no one knows anything.

 

          Forget the trampoline. It’s not about the trampoline. It’s about safety for our Muslim American children.

 

          If anyone thinks or believes they can commit hate crimes then most likely such perpetrators believe they can commit bodily harm which we won’t allow for bodily harm. Property damage is one thing and direct bodily harm is another.

 

          Yes, the Muslim Americans called the suburban police and a case number has been administered to this particular hate crime. The neighborhood crime’s on record.

 

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          Quiet Food Rebellion and Social Change:

 

          Yes, America’s on the cusp of natural change.

 

          Yes, the best way to quietly and socially rebel against corporations and this 2018 White House Administration is to purchase organics, vegan, fair trade, non-GMO, cage free, grass fed, no hormones and bamboo made clothing.

 

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President 2018

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 self-loathes.

 

          No, I have no idea why president 2018 is such a brute without a soul.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 hates Mexican American children and their beautiful parents.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 hates military families and their beautiful children.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 hates transgender military troop members.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 hates any Republic’s democratic socialism.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 is obese while the Muslim Americans and Mexican Americans and Caucasian low-income Americans make sure their children eat first while the adults go with very little food.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 is guided by dark forces.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 is terrible at business.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 is an ignoramus about global diplomacy.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 doesn’t speak or enunciate proper English.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 makes use of hate speech.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 is corrupt.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 thinks civics is business.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 doesn’t have an extensive vocabulary.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 doesn’t respect political opponents.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 is a male chauvinist.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 is a hater.

 

          No, I don’t know why president 2018 is.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

Word Count: 1,202

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 2,518 + 1,202 = 3,720

 

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

 

“The richest inheritance can become a burden.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Vantage (favorable spot or condition, advantage)

 

From my vantage point I could see all that was going on.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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          Aldi’s isn’t Nutrition:

 

          Aldi’s is mainly “garbage” food.

 

          Yes, I eat “garbage” food from Aldi’s whenever I’ve absolutely no money or there’re no other food stores around for miles.

 

          In the Twin Cities I don’t afford mass transit (expensive) therefore I walk, skateboard or drive.

 

          Aldi’s is for when one’s low-income and hungry and starving and “food insecure.”

 

          Aldi’s is the German company’s expired and leftover foods.

 

          Aldi’s meat is best not to ever be eaten at all for any reason.

 

          Aldi’s meat tastes like complete “garbage.”

 

          Aldi’s meat is the last food I’d eat on Earth unless starved.

 

          Yes, I’d rather fast (go with only water or tea) than eat Aldi’s food, any day.

 

          Aldi’s food and drink is expired drink and food.

 

          When will north, Minneapolis open up an affordable Co-Op?

 

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          Back Story:

 

          Hollywood’s Executive Producers Green Light:

         

          Graciously, I’m ever as grateful to get Hollywood’s Executive Producers permission and the “green light” to go ahead and write about Hollywood’s Maoris Peoples from New Zealand. Thank you.

 

          Hollywood, I’ll tell you anything you wish to know.

 

          Hollywood, I hold no grudges.

 

          Hollywood doesn’t want my film scripts.

 

          Hollywood wants my books. Ok.

 

          Hollywood and I’ve been best friends for exactly twenty-five years.

 

          Hollywood and I weren’t on speaking terms for the past seven years.

 

          Hollywood knows for the past thirteen years I’ve purposely kept my distance from Los Angeles.

 

          Hollywood wants me to think of safe business ideas. Ok.

 

          One week ago Hollywood and I got on the horn.

 

          One week ago Hollywood peacefully approached me and we’ve already “broken bread” over excellent and expensive and clean “junk food” local vegan foods in St. Paul, MN.

 

          Yes, there’s such a thing as vegan junk food.

 

          Mostly anything fried’s junk food.

 

          Summit Avenue and William Mitchell Hamline School of Law: Thanks.

 

          As of last week my stomping grounds are St. Paul, MN.

 

          Yes, I’m able to peacefully run errands at local vegan and organic Co-Ops and shop in St. Paul without any racial discrimination or sexual harassment. Thanks.

 

          Victoria Street’s remarkable.

 

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Local Vegan Organic Meals is the New Golf

Yes, Food’s Medicine

Yes, Time’s worth More than Money

Yes, Experiences are worth more than Money

 

No one shuns Hollywood

 

          Yes, since 2010 the modern socially posh and affordable kind humanitarian experience in business is to peacefully share in healthy vegan local foods rather than in golf.

 

          Yes, I spent over twenty years in some of the most exclusive and private country golf clubs in New England, MA and for decades I was in the restaurant. No, I don’t golf if I can help it however, I love to watch golf.

 

          Vegan food’s more complex than golf.

 

          Yes, for the past fifty years the multimillionaire Americans invest in local vegan and organics and non-GMOs and fair trade and no hormones and cage free and grass fed only meats or kosher, no pork, no pig.

 

          No, not once did I ever think I’d go back into business at all much less especially not with Hollywood.

 

          Personally, I thought once my documentary filmmaking career was over (2011) then not ever again would I go back into business especially not the entertainment business as a 50/50 percent silent partner with Hollywood.

 

          Golf’s fine, however.

 

          Hollywood’s got anyone who’s anyone in their back pocket.

 

          No one shuns Hollywood except me due to very good circumstances and reasons and logic.

 

          Hollywood’s free to be modern Hollywood since Hollywood’s Caucasian and white educated specifically in medicinal foods and holistic healing bodywork.

 

          No, I don’t personally care for Chinese medicinal herbs.

 

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No one Shuns Hollywood

Hollywood knows mostly anyone

 

          With the internet the new 21st century economic currency is social currency and Hollywood’s got the crème de la crème.

 

          No, personally I don’t ask to specifically meet or communicate with anyone other than Hollywood’s executive producers whose platonic smells I adore and already know and trust and wait to be given the green light or not.

 

          Hollywood knows I don’t send “fan letters” because to write is to be an intelligent being and I haven’t ever wanted to waste my words.

 

          If I were to write any types of letters (by post) then it’s only because I’m compelled to do so yet who writes letters?

 

          No one writes letters.

 

          Letter writing is considered a joke since the practice no longer exists. Plus, no one reads letters. I don’t, especially when hundreds of written letters did come in (2007-2008).

 

          We used to throw away strangers’ letters. The only time I ever sat down to read any letters is if the letters were written by Indigenous or Native American writers then the letters were worth reading otherwise people did send my former documentary film company their pictures and phone numbers.

 

          Care packages usually don’t go out with letters much less to strangers unless it’s the troops overseas.

 

          Hollywood knows I test the entire system by being a bit “cheeky.” Nothing’s too serious for laughter.

 

          Pranks can cause Caucasian people to either get insecure or direct or dismissive. I like to learn about Caucasians without having to actually interact with them since Caucasians don’t seem to understand the “struggle.”

 

          No, Mayan writers aren’t ever going to take the time to sit down and write any letters unless there’s something for which must be said and mostly who wants to say anything unless it’s worth saying such as clean water action.

 

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Vegan Food’s the new Golf

 

          To platonically gather over local healthy vegan foods or non-GMO or organic foods or fair trade tasty organic coffees is the future of platonic business meetings and none sexually harassing dating.

 

          When one sits down to any vegan or organic meal with another then one sees much about the others gracious enjoyment for the most vitally important aspects to life: excellent healthy affordable local vegan and organic foods and drink.

 

          Golf vs. Vegan food for business transactions, well, vegan food wins each and every time. Why?

 

          Who doesn’t love to eat excellent healthy local vegan foods?

 

          People rather eat affordable local vegan foods than play golf which golf takes decades to do well.

 

          Yes, I’d rather share in any healthy vegan meal than golf.

 

          Yes, Hollywood conducts platonic business with pleasure over local vegan foods since Hollywood wants to live to see 110 years of age. Ok.

 

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Hollywood only eats Organic or Local Vegan

          All Hollywood knows is Healthy Foods and Drink

Yes, I agree Vegan or Organic is the only way

 

          Hollywood wants my intuition and smarts and ideas and thoughts and business mind as a storyteller which storytelling’s obviously my path.

 

          No, I’m not a Holistic healer.

 

          No, I’m not a Holistic Shaman.

 

          Yes, I’m a storyteller.

 

          Yes, in Indigenous cultures storytellers are esteemed higher than Shamans or holistic medicinal healers since stories is what peoples listen to heal themselves.

         

          Thoughts aren’t real.

 

          Hollywood will establish goals to minimize sexual offenses in film and television production workplaces as well as aim for the goal to zero casualties of sexual offenses in any vegan establishments especially volunteers.

 

          In the near future vegan foods will be paid by American taxpayers’ taxes to freely feed any American children, youth and students on American soil three square vegan local meals per day or organics or non-GMO or no sugar or no hormone or grass fed only animals or cage free animals or fair trade foods and fair trade produce and fair trade vegan organic local drinks.

 

          In the near future vegan foods and drink will be paid by American taxpayers’ taxes to freely feed any American child or adult.

 

          Please, begin the 2018 process to pass local memorandums to pass bills into laws to set aside budgets to feed all children, youth and students three decent square vegan local meals per day. Costa Rica does it. Why not the United State of America? Yes.

 

          Costa Rican children, youth and students get three vegan square meals per day such as rice and beans and vegetables and fruits which is practically local vegan daily nutritional intake.

 

          The near future will be more like “Star Trek” in which peoples or workers or citizens or civilians won’t get paid to do work since mostly peoples will know how to program code therefore money won’t matter since money doesn’t matter anyway other than for shelter and food.

 

          Artificial intelligence will change income inequality.

 

          The first two-decades of this century are almost over.

 

          We’re in “The Digital Revolution.”

 

          Holistic America must do well by large masses of populations and not only by the multimillionaires or people who purposely choose to afford expensive local vegan organic foods and drink.

 

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Affordable Local Vegan Organic Foods and Drink

Ought to be Affordable to All Populations

 

          Hollywood knows very well food’s medicine since medicine comes from plants.

 

          Plants are more or less free for anyone to gather or hunt.

 

          Hollywood knows very well vegan organic local foods must be open to the free market and affordable to all and any citizens and civilians to purchase or preferably for free since Bit coin is begun to change the stock market exchange.

 

          Hollywood knows it best to legalize prostitution.

 

          Hollywood knows it best to nationalize organic vegan foods.

 

          Hollywood’s known it best to eradicate beauty pageants.

 

          Hollywood’s known it best to eradicate obesity.

 

          Hollywood’s known it best to eradicate stress.

 

          Hollywood’s known it best to eradicate football and soccer therefore zero head injuries.

 

          Hollywood’s known it best to nationalize free vegan organics and make local vegan organics mainstream.

 

          It’s already 2018.

 

          America’s fallen behind due to greed.

 

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Affordable Nationalized Vegan Organic Foods

No Hormones/Non-GMOs

All Grass Fed Meats

Cage Free

Fair Trade

Kosher

 

          In the near future when nationalized vegan organic local foods are free (cost zero to local citizens and civilians) then the local populations will be free to have time to think of better ways to improve our civics, voting, mathematics and sciences and architecture and free market economy and the arts and crime will be at a standstill as well as diminish racial discrimination.

 

          The reason why there’s petty crime is because peoples and families go hungry or go “food insecure” or consume vegan fast food garbage or commercial fast food garbage.

 

          American families with children make the least amount of income in America, 2018.

 

          American families with children don’t have any retirement.

 

          American families with children don’t have any savings.

 

          The near future will be more like “Star Trek” in which workers won’t get paid to work for money rather for free local vegan food and environmentally friendly shelter with clean water since the internet and computer program coding and innovative scientific advancements and creative progressive smart thinking will eradicate the need for money since taxes will pay for healthy vegan local foods and drink and there won’t be any need to purchase foods due to the fact work will be more about innovation and the arts and music and storytelling and “food as medicine” rather than grind away in any field for low wages.

 

          America has to make great change in order to heal.

 

          The entire structure of how workers work and free environmental housing and free vegan local food is possible to change through memorandums and local votes to allocate tax funds towards the education of healthy vegan organic local nutrition rather than “garbage” fried potatoes and empty calories without nutrition and hormone filled meats in school cafeterias.

 

          Food must have nutrients otherwise it’s a waste of time to eat.

 

          The exchange for taxpayers’ taxed future vegan organic local foods will redefine men and women and children and youth and students and future workers won’t have to get naked or undress or perform any sexual acts for bosses or other co-workers since food will be freely provided at school or places of work which holistic vegan organic foods ought to be free and open to all citizens and civilians such as in Costa Rica there’s no army therefore every child, youth and student has a right to eat three square vegan meals per day which the government budgets from taxpayers’ taxes.

 

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          Stalling… I want to get this right.

 

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Hollywood’s Maoris Peoples

of New Zealand

 

“Papa Joe” (Deceased)

Atarangi or Ata

Is the Daughter of “Papa Joe”

 

http://www.maorihealers.com

 

          Western medicine considers medicine a business. Ok.

 

          Let’s go with it.

 

          Medicine is for profit. Ok.

 

          The only way to begin this social movement and organic vegan revolution is through social change from Hollywood’s very own legitimate Maori Holistic healers and legitimate Shaman and legitimate Holistic doctors who only practice in the United States twice per year.

 

          If one ever needs to then please make it to the Maoris.

 

          Hollywood’s legitimate Holistic Maori healers have the answers when it comes to Holistic healing and Holistic medicine.

 

          Only look to Hollywood’s Maori and get direct references to seek American Holistic Shaman or Holistic healers connected through Hollywood’s Maori because there’re many charlatans.

 

          Hollywood’s Maori will be paid in currency. Yes.

 

          Hollywood’s Maori have proven to be true to form.

 

          We’ll begin with the trust of each other:

 

          Yes, this is the modern world therefore the legitimate Holistic medicinal Shaman and Holistic medicinal healers will enter the free stock market exchange and make holistic medicine mainstream since medicine’s been around for fifty thousand years and no one’s got a claim to medicine since medicine is a field and not property.

 

          Knowledge is free.

 

          Holistic treatment is now paid for with currency then the healers can made a decent living wage.

 

          One must be well versed and studied in deep tissue massage as well as combinations of foods for medicinal purposes.

 

          Yes, as of today the free stock market will shift over to affordable mainstream organic vegan local foods and affordable Holistic medicinal healthcare and healthy affordable “Kombucha” drink as well as free clean water for all American citizens and civilians, children, youth and students and workers and elderly.

 

          Yes, affordable organic vegan local foods are now the new mainstream since Americans like preventative medicine.

 

          Yes, affordable organic vegan local foods are now the new mainstream since Americans don’t seem to afford last century’s Western opioid pharmaceutical medications or mediocre racially discriminatory national Western healthcare.

 

          Holistic mainstream vegan organic food will once again become medicine rather than pay for overpriced pharmaceuticals opioids which opioids cause patients to go constipated.

 

          This is a new century.

 

          As of today we’ll begin to nationalize organic vegan foods through local referendums up for vote.

 

          By Western standards medicine is considered a business. Ok.

 

          Yes, from today forth each and any local legitimate Holistic medicinal Shaman or legitimate Healer will be paid in currency to do their vitally important medicinal work to make a suitable and sustainable living.

 

          Yes, I’ve been researching Shamans and healers and Holistic doctors for about 25 years.

 

          Yes, legitimate Shaman and healers will get paid in currency in the same way or manner as pharmaceutical Western doctors get a paycheck since mainly Western doctors are known to be bad at their chosen fields of expertise.

 

          Yes, legitimate Holistic medicinal Shaman work or healer work will be monetarily paid with currency preferably in dollars or local foreign currencies therefore legitimate Shamans and healers may make a decent and fair living wage in exchange for their quite necessary Holistic services.

 

          Yes, I reiterated.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

Word Count: 2,518

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 2,518

 

Friday, May 18, 2018

 

“Better a pushcart with your own money than a store with someone else’s.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Pedantic (making a show of learning, being formal or precise)

 

He is pedantic in all his actions.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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          Stolen Healthcare Benefits:

 

          Yes, there’s an entire multimillion dollar communications small private company in downtown, Minneapolis, MN full of “white collar” workers suffering as of Tuesday this week when the employees learned the miser accountant masterminded to steal and take away all of the employees’ husbands and wives and domestic partners and children’s healthcare benefits. OMG.

 

          The private communications company’s miser owner and miser accountant are stealing all of the employees’ healthcare benefits to save the company money then the owner may continue to illegally spend the private company’s money on terribly overpriced and ugly and unattractive menopausal commercial quasi art rather than strengthen the employees who bring in tens of millions of dollars in revenue for the company.

 

          Malfeasance.

 

          Instead of thanking the employees rather the company has given the employees a kick in the stomach.

 

          When terrible and inhumane decisions such as these are made then such business owners and their toadies go straight to hell in the afterlife.

 

          The Mayan gods will await these two Caucasian rich women to get their buttocks burned off in the first house of the underworld.

 

          Yes, in the first house of the afterlife if one takes a seat then the seats are made of hot burning fire.

 

          Yes, Mayan gods are pranksters. 

 

          No, I don’t mind going on national healthcare.

 

          What I do mind is little babies and children having their posh health care stolen and taken from them by two rich Caucasian women.

 

          Minnesota families suffer this week.

 

          What’s wrong with Minnesota rich?

 

          Minnesota rich are greedy.

 

          Minnesota rich love to watch others starve.

 

          Minnesota rich are stupid leaderless cowards.

 

          Minnesota rich make stupid decisions.

 

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          Hollywood’s Here:

 

          Hollywood knows I’m incredibly direct in communications and Hollywood doesn’t take any offense as to how incredibly direct I am.

 

          Yes, Hollywood knows I’m extremely “unpopular” in Minnesota due to extreme Indigenous racism therefore I’m to be a complete silent business partner and no one’s to find out I’m the silent partner.

 

          Hollywood knows my dream has always been to live in a respectful and intelligent and vegan or organic or wholesome creative and artistic commune or community living without ever having to take my clothes off or be made to feel like a prostitute or feel pressured to have sex with anyone in exchange for vegan food or recyclable and biodegradable shelter.

 

          Yes, I pray to Allah and the Mayan gods to bring immense and good financial fortune to Hollywood here in MN then I can make revenue and profits “behind the scenes” as a quiet business partner to donate.

 

          Muslim Americans have ideas about setting up Autistic medical care facilities in Somalia.

 

          After nine months of looking for communications work in Minnesota and applying for jobs to clean toilets as a “domestic worker,” Hollywood got fed up and called.

 

          Hollywood knows the Indigenous don’t do “isolation.”

 

          Hollywood knows the Indigenous are communal.

 

          Hollywood’s called, babe.

 

          Well, I’m not allowed to leave and find work in Hollywood.

 

          Therefore Hollywood came to me and/or us.

 

          Yes, I have absolutely no money of any type.

 

          Yes, Hollywood knows I have absolutely no money.

 

          Yes, Hollywood knows I don’t pretend to have any money.

 

          Yes, Hollywood doesn’t want my money. Thanks.

 

          Yes, Hollywood knows I work as a butler.

 

          However, Hollywood knows I have content and content is king.

 

          Yes, as of Wednesday this week Hollywood approached me to become 50/50 business partners.

 

          Yes, Hollywood wants my film scripts, however.

 

          More precisely Hollywood wants to partner up as a business partner therefore I have.

 

          Hollywood wants to be 50/50. Ok.

 

          Hollywood’s not greedy.

 

          Hollywood won’t steal my work.

 

          Hollywood won’t leave me penniless.

 

          Hollywood will platonically share vegan snacks with me.

 

          Hollywood’s known me for twenty years.

 

          Hollywood knows I keep my distance until now.

 

          Hollywood and I aren’t grudge-ful or revengeful.

 

          Hollywood and I are best friends.

 

          Hollywood wants me to make immense amounts of money.

 

          Hollywood knows I’m Indigenous and Mayan.

 

          Hollywood doesn’t want other Mayans.

 

          Hollywood wants this Mayan.

 

          Yes, I need Hollywood and Hollywood wants me.

 

          Okay, Hollywood, let’s make tens of millions of dollars.

 

          Yes, Hollywood knows I’m a “King Maker.”

 

          Yes, Hollywood knows I’m not able to make any money for myself. However, I can make others rich and famous.

 

          Let’s go. I’m sick and tired of watching the Minnesotan’s children starve or go “food insecure.”

 

          As of Monday I don’t know what happened?

 

          As of Monday the Cosmic toxic sludge waste changed and bright skies opened up.

 

          As of Monday “everyone” and their grandma have come out of the woodwork (text) and stand strong beside me. Ok.

 

          Well, Hollywood I’ll do my best by you.

 

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St. Paul Producer Faux Pas

 

          Yes, December 2017 I took the wrong advice from “Caucasian” Minnesotan males and learned Indigenous aren’t able to approach “Caucasians” in the same manner as “Caucasians” approach each other.

 

          Yes, summer of 2009 I was a volunteer apprentice for a company titled “Lost Staging” in north, Minneapolis, MN. (Great skateboarding.)

 

          Yes, I was literally the second in charge after the boss.

 

          Yes, I ran the books and business and private emails.

 

          Yes, I did scheduling and distributed payroll.

 

          Yes, I watched and worked as a volunteer apprentice then quickly became a true and tried friend to the boss since I wasn’t there for exchange of money or connections rather wisdom, knowledge and know-how about stage building while the boss had less than one year to live and pass from prostate cancer.

 

          Yes, with a seasonal staff of fifty smart and intelligent and capable crew and artisans and contract workers such brilliant individuals built the best and most secure stages in the world (from ground up to the roof.)

 

          Since the mortality rate was zero therefore I was specifically sent there and learn to build the best stages from the best and help run the best Midwestern stage company (in the world) as a seasonal “volunteer apprentice.”

 

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Faux Pas Happen I

 

          Yes, summer 2009 I was offered to do a photography shoot with a band called or named “Dave Matthews Band” and Mr. Darius Rucker (sp, terrible at spelling any names) however when I showed up at the HD digital video studio and waited for 15 minutes at “Studio A” then no one showed up therefore I simply took the afternoon off and skateboarded.

 

          Yes, I’ve been made responsible and been the last one to check all of the men’s crews’ stage work for national acts (especially the roof and beams) and be the one to give the green light to go or not to the boss.

 

          Yes, summer of 2009 I was offered to meet a one Mr. Prince at some Island? I don’t know. It might not even be an island. Is “Harriet Island” an Island here in the Twin Cities? I must have it totally wrong. I have to look it up. I don’t even know if it’s in Minneapolis or St. Paul.

 

          Anyway, something about a local musician not liking the way I looked as a volunteer apprentice therefore I was told to go and sit down by the Mississippi water front and I did for about four hours when a crane came to me and flew over and I did some of the best nature photography in my life.

 

          Yes, summer 2009 I was offered to do mass media photography at the press box with newspaper photographers therefore I went to the ticket booth and was told I wasn’t “on the list” even with full back stage pass access as crew and always serious instructions to go and climb to the roof’s side beams and be the last one responsible to rapidly check the work of the rest of the crew and be back to the “house” or main floor where the “sound board” and sound equipment is run.

 

          Yes, I’ve climbed spotlight stands more than I would ever care to again.

 

          Yes, I set up entire sound boards.

 

          No, for the “Dave Matthews Band” concert I wasn’t granted access to be able to do my volunteer apprentice therefore I video recoded interviews of the working staff and left and drove back four hours to the Twin Cities.

 

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Faux Pas Happen II

 

          Yes, summer of 2010 I was a volunteer apprentice for a master welder who was fulltime employee at the Guthrie Theatre (spelling) as well as part time employee as stage builder and welder for large national musical venues.

 

          Yes, at a private and undisclosed location in south, Minneapolis, MN in the Seward neighborhood for an entire summer 2010 as a respectful volunteer apprentice I refurbished and welded an entire former Guthrie stage and volunteered at a private organic garden and volunteered to schedule contract crews to stage projects and contracts in general as well as privately volunteer to look over the blueprints of stage setups for maximum safety.

 

          Yes, I was the second to the boss.

 

          Yes, summer of 2010 I was offered to meet a one band named or titled as “U2” however the backstage passes didn’t ever arrive on time therefore I didn’t bother to show up at the ticket window to be rejected therefore I wrote/blogged about how expensive the “U2” tickets were.

 

          In late summer of 2010 the welding master and his best friends at the Guthrie gave me a free ticket to some theatre awards show here in Minneapolis in September of 2010.

 

          Yes, I skipped out on the awards show and went in search of French fries and instead was asked to please platonically accompany a renown sound engineer to his home on a tour bus and ended up silently sipping on a natural beer while a child dined on midnight dinner with her nanny’s assistance and I waited for the sound engineer to change shirt and apply deodorant before we headed backstage for “Alice in Chains” at First Ave. I had no idea. I didn’t care. I didn’t know. I still don’t know. I still don’t care.

 

          Yes, I and an entire crew of a one Ms. “Ani DiFranco” (wrong spelling of the name) invited me to a Bloody Mary at the crew’s hotel rooms to none sexually and maturely hang out and talk mass media digital engineering.

 

          Nonetheless, the entire crew directly told me to my face because of whom I am, I wasn’t allowed to meet their boss even though the crew could make it happen at any time.

 

          The crew explained I wasn’t allowed to meet their boss because I was, too, kind even though extremely direct.

 

          The crew members told me they were “doing me a favor” not to get verbally abused.

 

          Most crew members tell me this even though I don’t ever ask to meet their bosses. I don’t care.

 

          Yes, I’m not at complete liberty to say exactly why, however.

 

          The crew explained it to me in direct and full detail and I warmly smiled at them and they understood I didn’t care so long as we got to talk about digital sound technology.

 

          Yes, some famous people have directly asked to meet me, however, the crews won’t allow for it. Okay. Thanks. Cheers.

 

 

          Yours Truly,

 

          Gabriel

 

Word Count: 1,886

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 2,065 + 1,862 = 3,927 + 1,886 = 5,813

 

Thursday, May 17, 2018

 

“He who needs the fire must fan it.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Abrogated (called off, annulled, nullified)

 

The treaty was abrogated by the invaders.

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

 

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Hello. Hi.

 

Upload: 6:46pm CT

 

Happy Thursday!

 

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          Israel: May 1989-2018:

 

          Yes, “Hamas” is a terrorist organization or terrorist group.

 

          My only concern with May, 14, 2018’s Palestinian (69?) death count is the fact one-thousand or more innocent and peaceful Palestinian bystanders and peaceful workers and peaceful demonstrators and peaceful students and peaceful women and peaceful men and peaceful children were in the crowds at the border between Israel and Palestine.

 

          In other words: It wasn’t only “Hamas’s implants” in the crowd.

 

          Genuinely, on May 14, 2018 there were innocent bystanders.

 

          There must be other peaceful solutions.

 

          There must be another way to resolve conflict without having to ever shoot military bullets into any crowd of peoples of anywhere.

 

          Oh, I can only imagine military shooting bullets into any public crowd must be any horrific experience defending fence borders.

 

          No, I don’t have anything to say about how Israel chooses to defend the border between Israel and Palestine although for thirty years I’ve been informed Israel is run by orthodox “Zionist” Jews who in the streets publically and verbally shame little Jewish children if the children aren’t fully covered in full religious attire.

 

          Zionists supposedly are misogynists.

 

          Zionists supposedly are chauvinists.

 

          As for Palestine it would be appropriate not to shut off the lights or the water on the mainly Muslim civilian populations.

 

          As for Palestine it would be best to stay clear of any physical violence of any type.

 

          As for Palestine it would be best for Palestinian peoples to peacefully demonstrate without any weapons and to peacefully gather and peacefully assemble and peacefully march for their basic human rights such as electricity and water and food.

 

           As for Palestine it would be best for Palestinian peoples to peacefully create commerce (business) for their own benefit such as legitimately legally private business ventures to make revenue and profits to put into Palestinian educational public budgets and three free square meals for all children and students.

 

          The West Bank is in Israel.

 

          The Gaza Strip is in Palestine.

 

          Yes, in general throughout the world “Hamas” is considered hostile terrorism.

 

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          Hamas are considered human terrorist groups:

 

          “Hamas.” No, not “hummus.” Yep.

 

          “Hummus” is a dip or type of food. Yep.

 

          “Hamas” are/is mostly a physically violent extremist religious sector of humans.

 

          Ok. Hamas.

 

          “Hamas” are/is mostly a physically violent extremist religious sector of humans as a group for which is like most any other physically violent extremist religious sectors anywhere in the world.

 

          “Hamas” are/is mostly a physically violent extremist religious sector of humans who may operate from anyplace, however in this instance more specifically about Palestine, 2018.

 

          “Hamas” are/is mostly a physically violent extremist religious sector of humans who reside or work or commute in the Gaza Strip of Palestine.

 

          “Hamas” are/is mostly a physically violent extremist religious sector of humans who either tend to bomb or destroy the fence between the border of Israel and Palestine without any guns in sight.

 

          “Hamas” are/is mostly a physically violent extremist religious sector of humans who in general volunteer to be “suicide bombers” or such ridiculous ideas.

 

          “Hamas” are/is mostly a physically violent extremist religious sector of humans who destroy rather than create.

 

          “Hamas” are/is mostly a physically violent extremist religious sector of humans who may utilize men or women with children to do physically harmful acts of public bombings as volunteer suicide bombers.

 

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          ZTE:

 

          ZTE cell phones are awesome.

 

          Most certainly I’d have to do in-depth research.

 

          Something about some type of business violations and president 2018.

 

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          Fashion Faux Pas Announcement 2011-2018:

 

          Ever since Thanksgiving 2011 “baby boomers” continually bring up the fact the zippers on either men’s or women’s jeans slide down. Ok.

 

          Modern times is a time in which zippers on jeans slide down and all generations across the board understand this therefore Americans wear undergarments or “underwear” in which throughout the day publically or suddenly adult Americans check for our specific jeans’ zippers to secure and make sure the zippers up. Ok.

 

          Dysfunctional modern fashion.

 

          No matter how expensive or inexpensive most jeans may cost mostly for the past seven years Americans are empathetic to difficult zippers on any type of new jeans, designer or not.

 

          Moving on.

 

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          Ella Fitzgerald:

 

          Ella Fitzgerald was a diarist and her story’s nothing similar as the depictions of any television series or films. 

 

          Yes, I love to read anything autobiographically written in the first person and from the person’s very own voice.

 

          Otherwise, who knows what a “biographer” will write about anyone, really.

 

          Yes, accurate autobiographies are awesome.

 

          Yes, accurate autobiographies make for fast reads even when the books written within historical factual context are about 800 pages.

 

          Yes, I’d like to spend my retirement reading autobiographies.

 

          Although, nothing beats a good short novel.

 

          The novel is the epitome of literary aptitude.

 

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          Stalling…

 

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“Juntas” were in El Salvador

 

“Sandinistas” were in Nicaragua

 

          What? I’m not supposed to know who I am.

 

          Au contraire.

 

          No, I’m not some “fantasized” ideal woman.

 

          No, I’m not perfect.

 

          No, I don’t care about “perfection” otherwise I wouldn’t ever write or blog with spelling errors and such.

 

          Yes, I know perfectly well who I am.

 

          Yes, I know perfectly well where I came from and where I’ve been and where I am and where I’m going.

 

          Yes, my Costa Rican Harvard Elders sent me back to Minneapolis, MN.

 

          No, I wasn’t sent back to the suburbs of the Twin Cities.

 

          Yes, I was meant to only stay in Minneapolis, MN primarily for the extensive community gardens and green spaces and private gardens and skateboarding and multi-cultural demographics and affordable housing and communal living and racial safety and general subway public transportation and culture and the arts amongst entrepreneurs and venture capitalists and attorneys no matter how much Caucasian Minnesota men tend to wrongly believe women past the age of thirty (30) don’t have any say or power in Minnesota.

 

          According to Minnesota “Caucasian” men, mainly Minnesota women under the age of thirty are considered more or less “sexually easy” or women under thirty are at men’s sexual disposal.

 

          Supposedly, the only power women under thirty have is sex and after thirty women have absolutely no power of any type. Ha.

 

          Yes, as early as 2006 my Duluth, Minnesota high school friends have visited me in Costa Rica and met my family and friends and platonic surfing brothers. Yep.

 

          People know each other.

 

          Yep, Minnesota people know pitch dark when the sun goes down while remarkably good guests in surfing villages amongst wonderful locals.

 

          Yes, the Minnesotans know my jungle/beach village.

 

          Yes, the Minnesotans know my jungle/beach peeps.

 

          Yes, in 2013 my six best friends from upstate New York forgave the very fact I’d ethically told on them to the private college’s chancellor in December of 1997 (correction on date) about the fact we had all contracted “scabies” and were placed in Quarantine for one straight month.

 

          Yes, I told on my upstate New York best friends since my friends had played campus god as Florence Nightingale and tried to heal their off campus “Springfield, MA” friends with scabies.

 

          Noble, however. I don’t believe in the endangerment of larger populations.

 

          As recently as 2013 we found our way back to each other and laugh at how funny it all was. Who cares? Nobody cares. We got over it.

 

          Mostly now my Upstate New York friends (Buffalo) have children and are incredible people doing incredible things in the world.

 

          Yes, my New England, MA friends have visited me in the Midwest and have met family and friends.

 

          Yes, my extended LA family of friends who work in Hollywood cinema know I didn’t get a hold of anyone when I was in Los Angeles, 2017 since most people were dealing with deaths and work and this and the other.

 

          Yes, most of my best friends of thirty years live in either San Francisco or in Barcelona and not once have I ventured out to vacation and possibly safely skateboard San Francisco, if at all possible.

 

          Most likely San Fran’s steep hills are quite dangerous to skateboard. I’m certain of it.

 

          Yes, every single friend I adore either lives in Duluth, Minnesota or in San Francisco or New England or Boston or Manhattan or Soho or Barcelona or Costa Rica or Los Angeles or Somalia. (As of right now one of my best male friends is in Somalia.)

 

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Birth Facts

 

          Yes, my birth father’s name is Victor Estrada from El Salvador.

 

          Yes, my birth mother’s name is Guadalupe Estrada from El Salvador.

 

          Yes, my birth grandmother’s name is Concha.

 

          Yes, there ought to be factual records as to when Concha worked at the “Venezuelan” consulate as a cook according to my adopted parents from Duluth, MN and Rockport, MA who learned according to Costa Rican orphanage.

 

          Yes, there ought to be factual records of Guadalupe Estrada who flew into Costa Rica in April of 1977.

 

          Yes, Guadalupe Estrada left El Salvador in 1977 after she took a bullet to the head and obviously lived and survived.

 

          Guadalupe Estrada left three Salvadorian children and one Salvadorian husband behind in El Salvador to take a plane flight to Costa Rica while eight months pregnant.

 

          Yes, factually Guadalupe Estrada flew into Costa Rica in 1977 according to adopted parents and orphanage.

 

          Yes, even though I’ve spent 18 years looking for records there must be records someplace.

 

          Yes, Guadalupe Estrada was factually married to Victor Estrada in El Salvador according to the orphanage.

 

          Yes, factually there ought to be records of Victor Estrada who was considered a Mayan peasant “freedom fighter” in the mountains of El Salvador according to adopted parents and orphanage.

 

          Yes, the orphanage told all of this information to adopted parents.

 

          Yes, they’re three older birth siblings in El Salvador.

 

          Yes, there’s one birth brother in Costa Rica.

 

          Yes, our younger birth brother in Costa Rica also lived in the same orphanage as we did only years apart after we were already adopted.

 

          Yes, we’ve been trying to get the three Salvadorian siblings out of El Salvador for nearly 18 years.

 

          No, I’m not allowed to set foot in El Salvador.

 

          If I were to set foot in El Salvador then there might be dire consequences…

 

          Yes, only once in 2017 I did considered a weak plan to have my Central American friends drive me into El Salvador as most of my friends and family drive or walk or private plane or public transit with me into foreign countries without anyone ever knowing I’m not a local since I look Central American and speak fluent Spanish and no one ever asks or checks my passport.

 

          No, sometimes I haven’t known I’d crossed into foreign countries until my friends or family have told me much later. Ok.

 

          No, I won’t venture into El Salvador.

 

          No, I have no business in El Salvador.

 

          Yes, I know about El Salvador.

 

          Yes, my birth father and birth mother are both 100% Mayan Salvadorian.

 

 

          Yours Truly,

 

          Gabriel

 

Word Count: 2,065

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 2,065 + 1,862 = 3,927

 

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

 

“The suspense is often worse than the ordeal.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Blithe (joyous, gay, merry)

 

Shelley called the skylark a blithe spirit.

 

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

 

Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

The above passage is indeed correctly re-copied unto this page.

 

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Hello. Hi.

 

Upload: 4:31pm CT

 

Happy Tuesday!

 

Happy Ramadan!

 

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          No, I’m not scheduled to go to Duluth, MN for another 9 years.

 

          Yes, Duluth, MN is still one of the most racially dangerous places on Earth for me to visit.

 

          Yes, anyone who resides in Minnesota and looks anything remotely Indigenous or Native American must be extremely careful to live in great and grave danger of physical violence or racial hate or hate crimes or racial crimes.

 

          Yes, mostly Minnesotans are haters of the Indigenous.

 

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          A one Mr. Banksy:

 

          No, I neither go out of my way to meet a one Mr. Banksy nor do I pretend to know a one Mr. Banksy nor do I know the sound of a one Mr. Banksy’s voice nor would I know a one Mr. Banksy’s general smell nor penmanship.

 

          No, I don’t have a crush on a one Mr. Banksy.

 

          Yes, according to the written articles about a one Mr. Banksy is indeed and in fact male.

 

          Yes, a one Mr. Banksy’s art work is my favorite art work in the entire world.

 

          Yes, Mala Rodriguez’s work is also my favorite.

 

          No, I don’t have a crush on Mala since we don’t know each other from anything.

 

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Monday, May 14, 2018

 

          My 41st Birthday was the best birthday of my life.

 

          Yesterday, at 4:00pm I upheld my psychiatric appointment with a revered and wise and well respected and smart Minneapolis, MN eighty years of age psychiatrist at a private practice who on November 2017 implored to take me off of 5mg of the anti-psychotic drug known as Olanzapine.

 

          In November of 2017 as respectfully as I could I implored my psychiatrist to please allow for me to stay on the 5mg of the anti-psychotic Olanzapine until May 14, 2018 primarily for me to prove to myself I was either semi-psychotic or not.

 

          Well, my psychiatrist first knew in November of 2017 what I later came to find out and confirm on my own in May of 2018 which is I’m not at all psychotic or mentally ill therefore I don’t require any medications, however.

 

          As of May 14, 2018 at 4:30pm I’ve taken and transferred all of my medical healthcare business out of the racist suburban healthcare system and will place my healthcare in the hands of multi-cultural Minneapolis doctors and nurses especially for thyroid tumors.

 

          Yes, I found out if one isn’t psychotic or bipolar and takes anti-psychotic drugs then one faints and fainting “ain’t pretty.”

 

          With fainting one hits the ground hard and the falls hurt each and every single time.

 

          When one takes anti-psychotic drugs and one isn’t psychotic or bipolar then one begins to exhibit familiar signs of deadly and quiet cardiac arrest symptoms.

 

          After eight years (2009-2017) of hemorrhaging not once did I ever pass out or faint from the heavy loss of continual blood.

 

          No, I no longer hemorrhage at all since August 2017.                                

 

          Even though I don’t require any drugs, on May 14th, 2018 I implored my psychiatrist to please place me back on 10mg of Escitalopram (methamphetamines, speed) for neck and chin acne and slight #3 numb thyroid neck pain and weight loss for the thyroid’s sluggish metabolism and this and the other and temperature control.

 

          My doctor told me I wasn’t semi-psychotic on August 2017.

 

          On August 2017 I was suffering from “withdrawal” symptoms of 20mg of Escilatopram to nothing.

 

          On June 2017, I took it upon myself to quit all completely and on my own without the knowledge or medical direction I was supposed to reduce the dosage rather than completely stop. Who knew? Definitely not me. I’m not a medical doctor at all.

 

          For the third time, my psychiatrist informs me I was “snatched” by the white racist suburban police without having my rights read or without taking me to jail for verbally self-defending myself when I stupidly and extremely remorsefully made an immature “death threat” in gesture to threaten to kill my domestic partner who has 100 pounds on me by saying, “Oh, if I were to kill you then I’d put a knife in your back.” I couldn’t help myself. I’m a writer and have colorful language.

 

          No, not once and not ever did I make an attempt to get any knife of any type.

 

          Immediately I left the premise and placed distance between us except the mistake I made was to return half an hour from the neighbors to get a sweater and the racist police were at the front door. I became scared and peacefully declined to speak with the racist police then all hell broke loose and almost and nearly a year later I finished dealing with such an ordeal as of this week.

 

          No, I wasn’t detained rather I was “snatched” according to the psychiatrist.

 

          Yes, I do wonder what “snatch” means.

 

          Yes, I’ll have to look up the word “snatched.”

 

          Yes, it’s been made quite clear to me the only way to get a divorce in Minnesota is if women are physically beaten.

 

          Yes, a threat has been made quite clear to me I’m not to leave the Twin Cities for any reason otherwise three Caucasian family members will most likely do their best to have me placed in a mental institution for a prolonged amount of time even though I’m cleared and passed my nine month psych evaluations from August 2017 through May 2018.

 

          Yes, a threat has been made quite clear to me I’m not to leave the state of Minnesota otherwise three Caucasian family members will most likely do their best to have me placed in a mental institution for an extended amount of time even though I’m cleared and passed my nine month psych evaluations.

 

          Yes, for five years since October 2013 I’ve lived with the knowledge of having thyroid tumors and await further medical instructions.

 

          Yes, thyroid is most often than not misdiagnosed as bipolar, however, I’m not bipolar and I proved I’m not.

 

          Yes, I won my life.

 

          No, not once have I ever considered or tried to physically harm myself even though my half blooded adopted sister from the same birth mother and different fathers did attempt suicide three times in her teens.

 

          No, murder isn’t my cup of tea.

 

          No, pre-meditative murder isn’t my cup of tea.

 

          Yes, I love animals and dogs.

 

          Yes, summer of 2010 I spent the entire summer learning how to organic garden without killing a single worm.

 

         

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

          Post Script:

 

          Happy Ramadan 2018:

 

          Last week the Muslim Americans and I had terrible sinus colds.

 

          For one entire week we were legitimately ill from our ear, nose and throat.

 

          Today, the Muslim Americans and I (neither am I a believer of the Islam faith nor do I pretend to be Muslim) begun to fast from sunup to sundown for the next month then at sundown each day we feast and always have something small to eat before the sunrise.

 

          As of today there’s no “Shedan” “devil” here (most likely incorrect spelling.)

 

          As of today one’s own sinful deeds are totally upon the individual’s responsibility until the end of Ramadan.

 

          One must refrain from all sinful or hurtful deeds and murder happens to be on the list of most sins therefore we say Muslim prayers and daily fast for one continuous month.

 

          As of tomorrow and for the rest of my natural life, I’ll once more attempt to cut out all table top refined sugar and candy bars and any sugar sodas except for dark chocolates and natural fruits and agave.

 

          We fast.

 

          We fast for a month.

 

          Palestine: Monday, May 14, 2018:

 

          No, I didn’t expect to get sentimental and silently weep one single tear as the newsfeed showed video of Palestinian youth and students and workers murdered and attacked by one of the best trained armies in the world, the Israeli army.

 

          As for peaceful negotiations and a Two-State Solution between Palestine and Jerusalem as direct next door neighbors, peace would be awesome to see in one’s lifetime.

 

          Dearest peaceful friends and friends’ families as of this moment on the ground in Somalia, Ethiopia, Sierra Leone, Tanzania, South Africa, the Republic of Congo, Kenya, North Sudan and South Sudan, Egypt, Liberia, Lebanon, Yemen, Qatar, Dubai, Saudi Arabia, Iran, Turkey, Israel, Afghanistan, Pakistan and Israel and Palestine and any other nation I’ve forgotten where our friends and their families reside:

 

          Dearest peaceful and amazing peoples’ of Africa and the Middle East; the “real” American citizens and civilians who annually make an yearly income of $38,000 (dollars) per families of four mouths to feed and clothe per each household does indeed watch and read the news about overseas and abroad since our friends and their relatives and our American troops are on the ground in Africa and the politically turbulent Middle East and obviously many other parts of the world such as South East Asia:

 

          American citizens and civilians keep count of American troops’ annual suicide rate and death toll or death count and statistics as well as air drone strikes of local deaths in the damning collateral damage of 16 continuous year’s war.

 

          As the “real” Americans whose wages haven’t risen since 1954 alongside the rise in cost of living and the rise in cost of housing as taxpaying mature American adults we make sure the children always eat first before the adults do even though some of us have gained weight primarily only since I lived on high carbohydrate bagels and butter most of this past winter (2017-2018.)

 

          The Muslim Americans get thinner and thinner over the years.

 

          Unlike most Muslim Americans personally I bulked up this winter in case of injury throughout a long and bitter cold winter of shoveling snow which shoveling snow is the number one cause for heart attack due to the heavy lifting in which most Americans aren’t able to afford the recently badly revised National Healthcare Act’s costly premiums which are too expensive for “real” Americans as well as medication is quite expensive for most “real” Americans who live on $38,000 per yearly income per households of four with two fulltime working adults and 2.5 children.

 

          Here in America we keep an eye peeled for good news about the American government making sound global decisions rather than have our “president 2018” openly conduct “collision” and “obstruction” and “corrupt” business deals to line his personal pockets and the pockets of his already immensely grotesquely rich (not wealthy) family who utilizes the American government to negotiate illegal bankrolling deals rather than institute diplomacy and peaceful negotiations amongst any and all nations willing to participate in a peaceful state of ONE united globe or ONE united world.

 

          Dearest Palestinian Peoples; the American people conduct a moment of silence in your name and ask for the Palestinian people to please understand Americans aren’t okay with any type of presidential “corruption” overseas or abroad especially not Plutocratic systems or familial Oligarchs who eat out of the palm of the White House and who steal from the mouths of American babes in their mothers’ arms here in America and while on the ground families struggle while mainly our Mexican family refugee mothers and their children and immigrant mothers and their children of Central and South American origins get forcibly separated and “snatched” at the border from each others’ arms in the same manner as the Holocaust of 1938 in which 6 million murdered Jews were murdered by Hitler and Hitler’s Totalitarian Fascist Regime while the Jewish children were separated from their Mothers and Fathers.

 

          Americans understand Russian cyberspace attacks and Russian robot farms and Russian cyberspace trolls stole the American citizens’ and civilians’ election of 2016 and through corruption and “collision” and “obstruction” Russia “crowned” “president 2018” still withstanding “president elect” who has yet to be prove and be cleared of many illegal and corrupt acts by way of “collision” of general American elections and conspiracy to act upon the best interest of Russian foreign entities or foreign bodies.                                      

 

          Palestinian peoples; please keep the working “food insecure” Muslim Americans in your Ramadan prayers as we keep the Palestinian peoples in our Ramadan prayers throughout a month long fast.

 

          The Americans, we send our respect.

 

          Americans look to peace.

 

 

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Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 2,065

 

Friday, May 11, 2018

 

          Hello, all.

 

          Where have I been for the past two days?

 

          Out.

 

          Dealing with a major sinus cold and been in pajamas for the past two days.

 

          A winter cold is one thing.

 

          A summer cold is somehow worse than a winter cold.

 

          Well, wishing all an amazing weekend.

 

          See you next week for 5,000 words.

 

          Climbed into a cozy pile of blankets and am watching “Northern Exposure.”

 

          As of this spring, many Native American and Mayan arts have come my way.

 

          Sincerely,

 

          Gabriel

 

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

 

“Men become more brotherly during prosperity.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Bourgeois (belonging to the middle rank in society)

 

In Marxism the bourgeois population are the land owners.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Uptown, Minneapolis, MN

May 2018

 

Gang Physical Violence

 

          Within the past 24 hours Uptown, Minneapolis, MN gang violence has been brought to my direct and personal attention face-to-face.

 

          Yes, Uptown, Minnesota is near and close to my heart.

 

          No, I’m not personally able to afford to live or frequent Uptown, Minneapolis, MN since Uptown is “expensive” in the words of…

 

          Personally, I don’t know any local or national or international gang members.

 

          Nevertheless, I do know north, Minneapolis, MN prostitutes and “pimps” when I worked and did documentary film work in downtown, Minneapolis, MN and north, Minneapolis, MN the spring and summer of 2011.

 

          Yes, non-sexual field research work took place for one continuous year to conduct as far as downtown, Minneapolis tourism (clubs and hotels and bars) and prostitution according to interviewees and their own personal opinions on the subject matter of north, Minneapolis prostitution and the legalization of prostitution 2011 as well as taxed revenue specifically and only towards public education to offer free meals and free education for all citizens and civilians.

 

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Uptown, Minneapolis, MN

 

          Let me think…

 

          It’s been six years (2004-2012) since I’ve lived in Uptown, Minneapolis, MN.

 

          Yes, I do miss Uptown, Minneapolis, MN since Uptown is “my home away from home.”

 

          If I were to go anywhere in the world then it’s the local watering hole in which we all feel safe and comfortably peaceful amongst the local clientele who are mature and laidback and know how to have a good time and relax in public with a drink or two.

 

          Writing’s about good memory.

 

          No, I haven’t been to Uptown since August 2017.

 

          When I lived in Uptown, Minneapolis, MN from September 2004 through August 2012 in August of 2012 I was indeed followed through the streets of the very neighborhood I lived and frequented and participated as any mature and peaceful pedestrian directly walked right into the Co-Op while on my heels and approached the ATM directly behind me and the 5’4”, 240 pound man stood right over my right shoulder in which I could feel his hot breath on my neck and to the beloved Mayan gods my account had absolutely no cash to withdraw and in disgust the black man directly walked out of the store and continued down the street in a silent huff.

 

          For about a block the black man had been on my heels and decided to stay afoot of my heels directly to the ATM. I went about my business since I didn’t ever imagine the black man would rob me from inside any store in the middle of daylight rush especially not while in front of hundreds of people for witnesses with store cameras all around.

 

          The Mayan gods are incredible. I’m lucky there was absolutely not one single penny to withdraw from my bank account on August of 2012. I was hoping I’d have twenty dollars. However, I didn’t have any amount to withdraw from.

 

          Yes, according to some tribal North American Native American teachings the person who has nothing for wealth is indeed the richest person in the world.

 

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Periphery

 

          In the eight years (2004-2012) of living in Uptown, Minneapolis, MN there had been three local newspaper accounts of one murder and three different circumstances in which tourists were held at gun point and completely robbed across the street from “Calhoun Square” back behind by the parking lot car entrance and ticket booth, each time.

 

          Even though my flat was on 28th and Dupont Avenue locals hardly ever ventured as far as the 12 blocks to “Calhoun Square” unless to attend the cinema and not anymore beyond the 8 blocks from the former “Rainbow” which Uptown locals tell me is now a “Cub Foods.”

 

          In 2009 (I’d have to look up dates) I was followed for about five blocks by a 6’0”, 310 pound Native American man. I was walking back from the former grocery store (“The Rainbow”) with heavy paper bags filled with groceries and definitely and absolutely no cash in any of my pockets since all of the money went towards food.

 

          Neighbors and locals mostly didn’t ever venture beyond the UPS store on Hennepin or “Kinhdo” Vietnamese restaurant or the ACE Hardware store.

                    Mainly nothing bad ever occurred throughout eight years of Uptown living.

 

          Yes, I did take it upon myself to bi-annually frequent a former shop called “Heartbreaker” which carried some of the most beautiful and inexpensive brand new fine knit sweaters from a line of clothes called “Divine” which the affordable store used to stand down the street from Calhoun Square and the clothing store is no longer there. I always wanted to get up the courage to apply and work there since I adored the clothes which were well chosen by the store’s buyer(s).

 

          When the clothes were no longer in season then the sweaters went on sale for no more than $5.99 and the quality of the clothes were excellent and the styles and fashions were modern and outdoor rugged ultra-feminine blouses and dresses and sheer tops with tank-top under-layers and correct amount of ruffles and dainty materials with strong durability which could be thrown in the washing machine and no rips.

 

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Female Bicyclists

 

          In 2010 (I’d have to look up dates) I’d a gun pointed directly at me by a 5’5, 110 pound Native American man while I walked on the walk/bike path lane on Hennepin directly across the street from the Walker Museum’s offices on Groveland.

 

          Yes, I spent four years (August 2006-fall 2010) walking 4 miles per day yet I weighed nearly 173 pounds and didn’t ever take off any of the weight because I ate granola and one cup of granola has 800 calories according to the New England Journal of Medicine.

 

           Mostly from August 2006-fall 2010 I averaged about 4 miles of daily and workweek walks straight through the middle of “Loring Park” around 7:00pm by way of behind the Hyatt Hotel and across the street from the Caribou Coffee and Target Head Quarters and the IDS building.

 

          Uptown is awesome yet as early as 2004 many female bicyclists had been purposely hit by car drivers or female bicyclists’ purses or bags would be pulled off of their physical person by passengers in cars.

 

          The Uptown women bicyclists had deep and large bruises and marks and cuts to show the physical violence against the rugged and feminine female bicyclists whose only year round mode of transportation was/is their bicycles.

 

          As pedestrian women and bicyclists we looked out for each other.

 

          As pedestrian neighbors and pedestrian acquaintances we looked out for each other.

 

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No Prostitution Here

 

          Personally, on early summer mornings I was constantly asked if I was a prostitute and asked how much I cost.

 

          No, I haven’t ever been a prostitute nor am I one now.

 

          Even dressed in my rugged corduroys or rugged jeans and feminine pink flannels or graphic skateboarding t-shirts and skateboarding Puma sneakers as I went out-and-about early in the mornings in search of awesome local hot straight up black coffee while on transit on my skateboard no more than two miles away from my flat then mostly middle-aged white men or middle-aged Greek looking men in their outdated jaguars would slow down and drive right alongside me while I walked or skateboarded on the sidewalk and “alluded” (who knows how this word is spelled?) as to how much I cost without any hesitation to be direct. I usually placed flowers in the passenger car seat and walked off without a word.

 

          As it has been explained to me: in Minnesota Latinas are mostly considered or women of color are mostly considered automatically prostitutes.

 

          There’s no way to consider Latinas as writers or broadcast engineers or skateboarders.

 

          As far as I understand it, mostly Minnesotans believe Latinas or women of color are “all” prostitutes and therefore treated as such. Whatever.

 

          No, I couldn’t walk from my flat to get coffee on the corner of Hennepin and Lyndale without being solicited for sex.

 

          Automatically in Minneapolis my darker skin pigmentation supposedly says I’m a prostitute except for the locals know I’m pretty straight and narrow and a square in search of incredible drink and food for snacks rather than large meals.

 

          Fair trade pastries and coffee are my weakness.

 

          Mostly, while living an Uptown existence constantly while at stores I was asked to clean up messes or to take out the garbage or to help customers or I was completely ignored or given the “evil eye” by female waitresses or female hostesses whenever I went out specifically in search of Italian sodas which are some of my favorite, however, I haven’t had an Italian soda since summer of 2012.

 

          Uptown, Minneapolis, MN is the only place where I’ve ever purchased Italian sodas on the menus anywhere in the state of Minnesota.

 

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Uptown Street Art

 

          Yes, in many ways I gave up on frequenting Uptown cafes and restaurants, however, I did make a commitment to live in Uptown because I love the creativity of intelligent local artists who over the decades ride their bikes and wear gorgeous bright tights with skirts and also wear remarkably beautiful one-of-a-kind earrings.

 

          Yes, I made a serious eight year commitment to Uptown because the creative artistic street stickers on metal posts by local artists were remarkably political and talented.

 

          Yes, the street art and creative street stickers of Uptown, Minneapolis and the West Bank of Minneapolis is phenomenal pieces of intelligent creative work which inspire me to be further creative.

 

          The Uptown intelligent stickers and sprayed stencil creative street art is a modern phenomenon and one closely linked in the style of a one Mr. “Banksy’s” work.

 

          Yes, “Banksy’s” work is my favorite art work in the entire world. Yes, how remarkable to stay anonymous (unknown artist) all these decades.

 

          No, I neither go out of my way to meet a one Mr. Banksy nor do I pretend to know him nor the sound of his voice nor his general smell nor penmanship.

 

          Yes, according to the written articles about a one Mr. Banksy is indeed and in fact male.

 

          Yes, I wish I did anonymous visual art work, however.

 

          In writing workshops we were taught we had to put our name to any literary arts or to any writing whatsoever. Ok.

 

          Yes, Uptown sprayed stencil creative street art reminds me of a one Mr. “Banksy” and rather than relocate to London I revel in the incredibly beautiful pieces of local creative sprayed stencil street art work which brings a smile to anyone’s face with witty and intelligent visual art work and words or not.

 

          Yes, Uptown was a bit, too, physically violent and racially discriminatory for my taste.

 

          However, Uptown is a jewel of a place to be kept reasonably priced and adored and kept well and kept running by the locals and tourists since Uptown is the beating pulse of the Twin Cities simply because the artists live and work from there.

         

          Uptown is where it’s at even though the artists and middle income workers barely can afford the rise of lifestyle cost or expensive housing which is wrong to squeeze out the artists like hotdogs and intellectuals and workers when Uptown is the only home some professional artists known for more than five decades as well recognized artists, socialites and painters represented in TIME Magazine.

 

          Uptown no longer has affordable housing in which a studio apartment ought to cost no more than $500.00 per month with all utilities included since limited space is limited space and cramped living quarters no matter what the layout of a studio apartment.

 

          A one bedroom ought to go for no more than $650.00 per month to $730.00 per month with all utilities included otherwise its highway robbery.

 

          Wages haven’t gone up since 1954 therefore affordable housing ought to be an American right such as healthcare is a right.

 

          Discretely, as always I’ll ask around about Uptown.

         

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

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Friday, May 4, 2018

 

“Even the birds in the air despise a miser.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Vapid (empty, insipid, spiritless)

 

His vapid remarks had no influence on the people.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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          Parental Permission vs. Disney Movies:

 

          Yes, throughout the years, the Muslim Americans and I discuss Disney films.

 

          No, the Muslim Americans’ children aren’t allowed to watch any Disney films.

 

          Most black Americans or African Americans or Muslim Americans I’ve ever met since 2009 don’t allow for their children to watch any Disney films.

 

          Yes, mostly black American parents express their concerns about constant “happy endings” or specifically about how “no one lives like that.”

 

          If I’d been blessed with children then I wouldn’t have allowed for children to watch Disney films until much older rather than in their formative years.

 

          The Muslim American women guarantee non-parents also get a say about the public behavior or conduct of children in general since most adults pay property taxes which such taxes go towards public schools.

 

          As a property caretaker I don’t seem to bring myself to pick up children’s small doll’s head because the story of how the doll’s head appeared there must be an awesome story.

 

          As a property caretaker for two days I didn’t seem to bring myself to pick up children’s dropped laundry because the story of how the children’s clothes appeared there must be an awesome story.

 

          The children dropped clothes for an entire length of a block.

 

          It’s windy country.

 

          The only real clean place in the Midwest is downtown, Minneapolis since the “Goodwill Ambassadors” clean up downtown.

 

          As for the rest of the windy Midwest we do the best to keep up with property garbage even though wind is wind.

 

          Windy is windy.

 

          No, I no longer volunteer to pickup any block neighborhood garbage, (2002-2016).

 

          Yes, garbage says, “we’re here.”

          Personally, I fell in love with “children’s garbage”.

 

          One can tell exactly where the children have been. Ha.

 

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Peaceful Lifestyle

 

          Yesterday, for the first time in about nine years (2009-2018) I completely blocked out a child who screamed for about five seconds and stood about 15 feet away from me.

 

          We stood and soaked in the sun and smiled at one another.

 

          We greeted each other.

 

          The Muslim American women tell their children not to scream.

 

          The Muslim American women’s children immediately obey.

 

          Oh, my regular hormones are finally mine once again. I give thanks and praise.

 

          The “Buddhist Sanskrit meditation” sitting in the “Lotus Position” must be working or otherwise I’m once again myself happy-go-lucky fulfilling responsibilities without a care in the world and nearly and almost completely blocking anyone or anything out since mostly potentially nothing is to be taken personally unless directly in communications with another face-to-face.

 

          Yes! My hormones are quiet.

 

          Yes! I won this terrible disease of uterine fibroid tumors through eight years (2009-2017) of continual growth of uterine tumors and surgeries.

 

          For women who have calm pregnancies then mostly the pregnancy hormones go towards the nourishment of the literal fetus.

 

          For women who aren’t at all pregnant yet pregnancy hormone liquids excrete (emit, send out, expel, ooze, leak) or secrete (exude, ooze, emit, produce, squirt) when massive uterine tumors press against the walls of the uterus signaling the body there’s mass inside the uterus therefore such mass must be nourished, however and still yet there’s no fetus to support or feed or nourish only tumors which healthily live and thrive therefore the fetus pregnancy liquid hormones go all over the body rather than directly to the womb and the pregnancy liquid hormones continue to circulate throughout circulatory system of the body making the body bloated and swollen and inflamed with serious nerve ending pain which I doubt pregnant women get severe nerve ending pain. When I was pregnant I felt no nerve ending pain.

         

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“Quiet the Mind” Meditation

In the “Lotus Position”

 

          Let’s cover the basics:

 

          There’s only one singular “inner voice” which sounds very much the same as our verbally out loud speaking voice to another person.

 

          There’s only one singular “inner voice” which sounds very much the same as our speaking voice into a recording device.

 

          Usually most people write the way they speak.

 

          In life one doesn’t hold anymore than one speaking voice.

 

          How do I explain?

 

          When one speaks then there’s no possibility of multiple different voices coming out of one’s mouth.

 

          Only one vocal voice speaks per one mouth at a time.

 

          No, neither do most people nor I ever see lights or “streaks of colors of lights” when we listen to music.

 

          If I were to literally see invisible sound suddenly turn color then I’d probably fall over.

 

          If I were to see different “streaks of colors of lights” when musical sound plays then it’s only imagined in “my mind’s eye.”

 

          Whenever I imagine I see musical sounds in color then it’s only because one musical theory exercise we were taught to think differently about musical sound such as in color even though not once in my life have I ever literally seen the breath of any musician turn color.

 

          Mainly, I can imagine the “color wheel” of hot or cool musical sounds as an imaginary analogy to sound waves.

 

          Breath is clear and sound is mostly invisible unless seen through sound waves.

 

          However, when I hear music I hear musical sounds and I can either picture or think of musical notes written on sheet music.

 

          When one sings then suddenly two different types of sounds don’t all at once come out of one mouth.

 

          Verbal speech or song is usually only one singular voice unless one’s an extraterrestrial of some type.

 

          Finally, I’m average intelligence.

 

          My thoughts think one word at a time in the same way in which I speak.

 

          No, there’re no ramblings in my mind otherwise truly I wouldn’t be able to concentrate to write with logic and reason.

 

          Writing’s all about logic and reason.

 

          No, there’re no jumbled thoughts here.

 

          It’s obvious I think one word at a time.

 

          No, there’s no screams or shouts in my mind otherwise the thought process would be incredibly obnoxious to do.

 

          No, there’s no screams or shouts in my mind otherwise truly I wouldn’t be able to concentrate to write anything down.

 

          No, most people don’t hear two or more “inner voices” otherwise please consult a medical professional.

 

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One Voice

         

          Writing about “Buddhist Sanskrit meditation” specifically sitting in the “Lotus Position” is quite difficult to write about since such a subject requires much definition and terminology and description and basic outliers for most readers to land on the same page.

 

          Okay, no matter how smug Caucasian Westerners get about “meditation” then one must know one’s singular “inner voice” will peacefully guide one through meditation and mostly the singular “inner voice” is one voice for which keeps lists and thinks of things as mundane such as “what to prepare for dinner?”

 

          The singular “inner voice” is quite basic and doesn’t hold any grudges or judgments since the singular “inner voice” is more concerned with finishing tasks or keeping track of basic time or responsibilities.

 

          Mostly the singular “inner voice” isn’t smug or careless or cruel or mean.

 

          Mostly the singular “inner voice” is caring and significantly wise with thoughts of basic timing or scheduling of lifestyle and events or passage of immediate time and thinking about passage of near immediate life as life unfolds over time.

 

          Mostly the singular “inner voice” doesn’t think about aging or death or anything morbid.

 

          Mostly to go completely silent in one’s mind would either be a feat of heroism or insanity not to hear one’s “inner voice.”

 

          When we’re quiet is when we mainly hear our singular “inner voice” thus the singular “inner voice” must be trained to be kind and an excellent friend to the self or the id.

 

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Meditation is Work

 

          Sitting meditation in the “Lotus Position” neither completely silences the mind nor silences thought process.

 

          One continually thinks unless we’re dead or asleep.

 

          Can one imagine a silent vacuum of no sound in one’s mind or in one’s surroundings? One would be asleep.

 

          The whole point to sitting meditation is to concentrate on one’s breathing and one’s posture.

 

          The entire point to sitting meditation is to quiet one’s singular “inner voice” and to not notice whatever is in the background for environmental sounds and to slow down the breathing and heart rate.

 

          No, sitting meditation doesn’t take away one’s problems.

 

          No, sitting meditation doesn’t create any vacuum of silence especially when a dog licks one’s feet.

 

          No, there’s no absolute silence anywhere in the world when the wind blows or traffic sounds or the furnace or this or the other.

 

          The whole point is to quiet the “inner voice” and do nothing except take some awesome time for the self to learn to practice purposeful breathing and purposeful posture in the “Lotus Position.”

 

          No, sitting meditation doesn’t make someone richer, or more attractive or famous, not for which I know, anyway.

 

          No, sitting meditation is to mainly be verbally quiet and find inner quiet to be mindful about posture and breathing.

 

          No, there’s no an immediate answers as well as problems don’t solve themselves through sitting meditation, however, there’s a quiet calm over the entire body when one slows down the circulatory system and breathes and sits in straight rod posture as the central nervous system reconfigures new fired off neurons transmitting signals to change.

 

          Yes, Buddhist monks are regular people and within recent modern times taken to prostitution and alcoholism.

 

          Yes, even Western Caucasians who do sitting meditations can be extremely angry individuals and scream and shout when they communicate face to face.

 

          Yes, even Caucasians who do sitting meditation can be extremely conniving or manipulative about the practice of Buddhism.

 

          Yes, sitting meditation is personal and one doesn’t have to share anything about one’s personal sitting meditations with others.

 

          Yes, sitting meditation is a breathing prayer.

 

          Yes, sitting meditation is a dance prayer.

 

          Yes, sitting meditation is another extracurricular activity.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,679

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 1,654 + 1,790 = 3,444 + 1,679 = 5,123

 

Thursday, May 3, 2018

 

“The fault-finder will complain that the bride is too pretty.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Plausible (seemingly true, reasonable, trustworthy)

 

His excuse for being late was acceptable as plausible.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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          Correction from “fare” to “fair.”

 

          Ah, English. English mainly sounds the same as many other different words yet the spelling is completely different.

 

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          Corrections on dates were made.

 

          Corrections and main basic edits or misspellings were made.

 

          English as a Second Language adult.

 

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          Literary Thoughts:

 

          Art is the sophistication to civilize any wild beasts.

 

          Well, Indigenous Central American female life expectancy is 68.

 

          However, I hope to live to see 80.

 

          By the time one turns 40 then there’s no reason to ever “take one’s life” in general therefore one must go forward and age with grace and see what wisdom life has to offer.

 

          As far as wealth is concerned, one doesn’t generally take their wealth with them when one seizes to exist. Ha. What a cruel joke.

 

          Aside from the basics of “placing a roof over one’s head” and “putting food on the table” there’s also the joyous celebration to be creative and create art with canvas and oils or musical instruments or computer graphics or writing or dance or theatre or media.

 

          Aside from the toil of life’s work most humans enjoy the ability to intelligently think for themselves and “step outside the box” and produce any type of creative disciplinary creations within the main basic disciplinary art structures.

 

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Finance vs. Charity

 

          “Self discovery” is a weeklong spa.

 

          “Self discovery” is a three weeklong quiet retreat.

 

          “Self discovery” is taking up a drumming class.

 

          “Self discovery” is learning how to make homemade hummus.

 

          “Self discovery” is spending time in the great wilderness.

 

          Art is disciplinary mediums.

 

          Art is weekly discipline.

 

          Disciplinary is art work.

 

          Art work is work.

 

          One can age with the passage of time, however, not get feeble.

 

          Yes, I can see myself as a writer until the end of my days.

 

          Once one is given a talent or a skill or ability then one doesn’t squander skill away.

 

          Yes, it’ll be awesome to be done writing a weekly private citizen’s blog for public read.

 

          No, I don’t hate blogging.

 

          No, I don’t hate writing.

 

          Personally, I don’t like to publically write.

 

          However.

 

          Nonetheless, my good reasons for writing a blog or good reasons to take self portraits as a photography series to get better at digital photography which mainly has to do more so with a strong Indigenous spiritual belief system to portray Indigenous women in some type of intelligent literary and visual medium in communications form.

 

          Especially when Indigenous women in the arts don’t make much or any money unless involved in big budget projects or philanthropically financially invested in Indigenous female art which is rare for most or any female artists to have any financial support or financial backing yet Indigenous female artists will create with financial support or not because creation is of the highest form of grace or highest form of sophistication whether anyone likes or agrees with artistic license.

 

          “500 Years” is a documentary about Guatemalan Maya genocide in 1982. I carry the film around close to my heart.

 

          “Mayan Hands” is a company by Guatemalan Mayan women who create beautiful fashion accessories. I carry the beautifully embroidered goods close to my heart.

 

          Hoping and waiting for “affordable” production of fashion design of Salvadorian Mayan clothes.

 

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Financing Produced Art

 

          Indigenous female artists don’t look for charity.

 

          Indigenous female artists look for stable finance as any male artist does.

 

          Indigenous female artists look to sell their work no differently than male artists to carve out a decent wage or decent living and career and profession for themselves.

 

          The creative work of any Indigenous female artist is always bigger than herself.

 

          The creative art work of any Indigenous female artist isn’t about herself rather about the times for which she lives in.

 

          The major contribution of any Indigenous female artist is to record the times and place for which she’s born into.

 

          The public creative or artistic work of any Indigenous female artist is a major contribution to selflessly share any ideas or thoughts with others.

 

          Art isn’t ever selfish.

 

          Art is a contributor to further civilization.

 

          Art isn’t ever a “people pleaser.”

 

          The creative art work Indigenous female artists create is important since art isn’t about the artist rather art is about the art work or the creative mediums in which female artists practice.

 

          Most female artists go along and create at their kitchen tables or screened-in back porches or any little nook of any room female artists may find to call their own space for their “work spaces”.

 

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2000-2018

Indigenous Female Artists

 

          In 2000 when I professionally started out in the entertainment industry there were hardly ever any Indigenous female faces to be seen.

 

          As a trained writer and photographer I found it my responsibility to intelligently create through artistic mediums even when no one would pay or purchase the literary or visual art or creations as a Maya Indigenous female artist creator of words and pictures I have a responsibility to represent.

 

          My purpose as a writer and as a creative human is about exposure to different ideas and cultures which the most successful cultures are cultures with high levels of multi-cultural demographics.

 

          Yes, my ultimate goal is to privately write and publically publish novels (ages 43-53) for a decade then for another decade write film manuscripts (ages 53-63) then publically publish books of poetry (ages 63-73).

 

          One can write about one novel per year.

 

          Most novels aren’t any more than 250 total finished pages.

 

          Personally, I like 150 pages to a novel and not much more.

 

          Also most film scripts are about 120 pages.

 

          How many film scripts is it when one averages about five pages of writing per day?

 

          5 pages X’s 5 days = 25 pages.

 

          25 pages X’s 4 weeks = 100 pages.

 

          About 5 weeks to complete one film script.

 

          Plus another week to do any major edits or rewrites.

 

          6 weeks total to write 120 pages.

 

          365 days per year - 30 days - 30 days - 30 days (summers off) = 275 days of writing divided by 42 days (6 weeks) of writing one single film script = 6.5 film scripts per year X’s ten years = 65 film scripts.

 

          One Haiku or one stanza poem per day per five days per week per month per ten years. Ha.

 

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“Quiet the Mind” Meditation

In the “Lotus Position”

 

          Well, on-and-off since approximately 1992 (eighth grade) and 1994 (tenth grade) I’ve been practicing either relaxation breathing techniques and exercises or Ti-Chi movements or sitting “Buddhist Sanskrit Meditation” to quiet the mind.

 

          No, my mind doesn’t ever race.

 

          Only Caucasian people tell me supposedly my mind races, however, my mind doesn’t race. I’m constantly present. What else is there to life? Typing takes concentration and rhythm and moderate speed.

 

          Yes, I like to get plenty of sleep.

 

          Yes, I’m well disciplined in the hygiene of sleep.

 

          No, I don’t stay up and create art unless one a decade I have a large enough space in which I may explore possible modern dance movements without being stared at otherwise the decades go by and most of the creative work I do is sitting down at a computer even choreography gets written out on the computer rather than actually dancing-out the steps to choreography.

 

          Whenever I seldom dance then such any dance isn’t about my vagina or sexuality rather dancing is about releasing energy or saying prayers and expressing spirituality to the Gods.

 

          Dance is like jazzercise classes.

 

          One gets to sweat out a prayer similar to “sweat lodge”.

 

          No dancing isn’t the same activity as consensual sexual intercourse.

 

          Yes, I’m average intelligence to have one single thought at a time.

 

          Two thoughts at once? Impossible.

 

          Really, some humans hold more than one “inner voice” (the same as one’s speaking voice) then please consult a medical professional.

 

          Doing “Lotus Position” Buddhist meditation is hard work on the body.

 

          No, I’m not a Buddhist American.

 

          No, I don’t practice Buddhism.

 

          Yes, I practice Sanskrit Buddhist sitting meditation techniques and breathing exercises in the “Lotus Position.”

 

          No, not any type of sitting meditation completely creates a vacuum of silence.

 

          Complete silence isn’t natural.

 

          No thoughts or no ideas are rather unnatural.

 

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One Inner Voice

 

          The singular “inner voice” is continuously at work to make lists or this or the other thing.

 

          No, the “inner voice” isn’t destructive.

 

          Yes, my “inner voice” speaks in the same manner as to which I actually verbally out loud directly speak to another person.

 

          No, I’m not into manic episodes to doing anything.

 

          My body doesn’t do manic.

 

          My body likes to pace itself like a long distance runner unless literally I publically walk then I walk NYC style.

 

          No more than one hour of meditation is necessary per day.

 

          Mainly, “Buddhist Sanskrit Meditation” occurs in the “Lotus Position” with arms out and forefinger and thumb touching.

 

          Now, I don’t want anyone to be disappointed at how difficult it is to quiet our one single “inner voice.”

 

          The whole point to any type of sitting meditation is to sit in complete silence yet the purpose isn’t to “silence” the “inner voice” since such any feat of heroism is nearly impossible.

 

          The entire point to practicing “Quiet the Mind” sitting meditation is to focus on one’s breathing and to hold good posture while seated in the “Lotus Position” for nearly up to an hour.

 

          Most non-extra terrestrial meditation is geared towards the focus of breathing and posture and nothing much more else.

 

          Most breathing and posture meditation has nothing to do with making contact with extraterrestrials. 

 

          Yes, it’s been explained to me the reason why Westerners do sitting meditations is to get in contact with extraterrestrial life form.

 

          No, I don’t do sitting meditation to make contact with any extraterrestrial life form.

 

          The reason why I choose to do sitting meditation is to keep a conscious or mindful attitude about my breathing and “Lotus Position” posture which is quite a lot of work to maintain great “Lotus Position” posture.

 

          Mainly, the reason why I began to once again do sitting meditation is to “Quiet the Mind” and to sharpen the mental skills to not ever allow for anything or anyone to bother me which nothing much bothers me now.

 

          The main purpose to do “Quiet the Mind” meditation is to practice mindfulness by holding good posture and breathing.

 

          The reason why I do sitting meditation through posture and breathing is to work on my terrible posture and flexibility.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,790

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 1,654 + 1,790 = 3,444

 

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

 

“God used the principles of nature to create language, and the principles of language to create Man.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Orthopedics (science dealing with prevention or correction of deformities in the skeletal system)

 

Some physicians specialize in orthopedics.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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          Clean Heroin Needles:

 

          Please, for the love of anything humane dispense free and new and clean needles to any heroin addicts and don’t ever judge what heroin addicts go through because it seems like torture.

 

          Yes, the government ought to set aside budgets for which new and clean needles ought to be dispensed as any respectable and wise public service to the demographics at large.

 

          One needle exchange between parties is enough to contract HIV and develop into AIDs and there’s no need for another AIDs epidemic.

 

          Safe than sorry.

 

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          E-cig:

 

          Two days after I began to consume e-cigs I had to stop because the pain directly behind the belly button was a bit much.

 

          Yes, I’m back to smoking 1 to 3 American Spirit 100% tobacco cigarettes without any preservatives.

 

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          Stand-up Desk:

 

          Personally, ever since April 2018 I’ve once again begun to sit down on a high chair stool rather than to stand on average five hours per day at a stand-up desk while at computer work or typing.

 

          The latest research shows how standing for long periods of time over the years is incredibly bad for the heart and standing can lead to cause heart attack therefore I’m once again sitting down to do computer work. Ah. Wonderful.

 

          Since February 2013-April 2018 I stood for five years and I love being able to sit down once more.

 

          Since I no longer have any signs of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome then there’s no need to ever again stand for any reason I can think of.

 

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          Non-Muslim American:

 

          No, I’m not any type of Muslim American convert nor do I have any plans to convert to Islam anytime soon.

 

          No, I don’t ever feel any type of pressure to turn Muslim or to convert to Islam.

 

          Yes, Muslim Americans do have more Civil Rights and Civil Liberties than Middle Eastern Muslims.

 

          No, I’m not Muslim American.

 

          No, I’m not Jewish American.

 

          Yes, I’m Mayan American.

 

          No, I’m not “Atheist.”

 

          It’s been brought to my direct and personal attention I have the wrong English terminology.

 

          “Atheism” believes one is one’s own God.

 

          No, I don’t believe I’m any type of God(s).

 

          Yes, I’m considered “agnostic”.

 

          Yes, as an “agnostic” American each August since 2010-August 2017 I’ve made annual verbally out spoken Mayan prayers except this year I’ll silently pray in the same manner as one decade of weekly “visualization meditation” sessions to quietly sit in the “Lotus Position” and think-away physical disease or think-away physical pain or to think-away thyroid tumors.

 

          No, as any mature adult I shan’t ever again for as long as I live verbally out loud verbalize any type of Mayan prayers to create vibrations. The time has now come and gone. The time is now over. I fulfilled seven years of out loud Maya prayers. My “catechism” is now done.

 

          Evangelicals are also taught to say out loud forms of prayers.

 

          Personally, I don’t like to have to say any verbally out loud spoken prayers (August 2010-August 2017) since spoken prayers are an art form to say any decent prayer takes practice and years and years of conditioning. I’m terrible at saying beautiful prayers. I mainly speak what’s on my mind in the moment in the same way or form or manner in general “Buddhist Sanskrit meditation” is random thoughts about anything one thinks about without any delusions simply, random thoughts which come to the forefront of the mind.

 

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Seldom Practice

 

          Yes, my favorite prayer is “The Lord’s Prayer.”

 

          Mainly, because I grew up in the Episcopal church and attended church from 1987-2006.

 

          Personally, I don’t like to weep in public unless occasionally drunk (once a decade) from hard liquor which the last time I publically wept was in 2004 with a large group of women at a watering hole.

 

          Personally, I don’t like to cry in public unless under the influence of “Oxy-Contin” (August 2010-October 2013) (correction on date) (once while driving wept on November 15, 2012) or under the influence of horse tranquiller (August, 2017) otherwise crying in general especially in public isn’t any type of activity I’ve ever liked to do.

 

          Yes, since spring 2002 I learned about how professional women wept at work specifically newsrooms or production news rooms mainly cried out of frustration and crying is allowed and not anything to be, too, alarmed about since modern culture accepts public forms of weeping or crying or even wailing when the most unexpected truths reveal themselves…  

 

          Although, I’ve cried in public and by modern standards public crying is reasonable standards.

 

          Public crying isn’t “my cup of tea” to weep or wail or cry in public.

 

          If I were to reasonably loudly weep then it’s in my bed under the covers with muffled sounds and only for no more than an hour then deeply fall asleep exhausted of weeping or crying.

 

          The last time I cried or wept or wailed was August 2017.

 

          No, I don’t have any need to cry.

 

          For the most part, I only have one private cry in bed about once every two to five years unless by mistake I happen to see any video in the mistreatment of animals especially dogs then I’ll cry a subtle and silent and quiet single private tear.

 

          Whenever I’ve publically cried I’ve cried with other women drinking alcohol or specifically three times in my lifetime I’ve nearly wailed in the Salvadorian Mayan fashion (September 2000, December 2003, August 2017) otherwise happy-go-lucky one goes about one’s life fulfilling mature health and hygiene and responsibilities and relaxation.

 

          The first and last time I ever dry-heaved was January 2002.

 

          The first and last time I ever “puked” (upchucked, became ill, vomited) onions through my nose was in November of 1998.

 

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Extracurricular Activities

 

          It’s been brought to my direct and personal attention I’m not utilizing “terminology” correctly. I believe there’s some type of “divinity” in the universe(s) for which isn’t ever born or ages or dies and is, therefore I’m “agnostic.” Okay.

 

          Yes, it took me about twenty years of personal laywoman independent studies and research about religion to learn I didn’t want to be either “Buddhist” or “Taoist” or “Christian” or “Muslim” or any other religion since attending Mosques or Temples or Churches or Monasteries seems another extracurricular activity in which one pays for membership to attend services or social activities.

 

          Yes, I’ve attended all of the four religious gathering spaces mentioned above.

 

          Yes, in my twenties I was engaged to a Muslim American man.

 

          Yes, some of my closest friends are Muslim Americans.

 

          Yes, I live amongst the Muslim Americans.

 

          We get along beautifully since we respect and abide by Muslim traditions such as men and women don’t hardly ever touch at all and peace is key-and-center and no one ever screams or shouts at each other during conversations and there’s no criticism and there’s no judgment about religion or lifestyle choices or physical diseases or physical illnesses or physical pain.

 

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What do I think?

 

          Mostly conversation with Muslim Americans is quite relaxed and laidback, however.

 

          Conversation with Muslim Americans is full of wisdom and knowledge and discoveries.

 

          The Muslim Americans desire for me to learn as much as possible about current famous (2018) hip hop and rap artists and to hold a conversation with Muslim Americans about the “hype” of hip hop and rap.

 

          The Muslim Americans wait to speak to me about the sensationalism of hip hop or rap music videos.

 

          The Muslim Americans wish to address the corruption of hip hop and rap.

 

          The Muslim Americans wait to address and talk about the politics and comedy of a one Mr. Bill Maher for whom I don’t know nor do I pretend to know.

 

          The Muslim Americans know I don’t pretend to know anyone I haven’t ever much met or talked to or smelled.

 

          Yes, in Minnesota a one Mr. Bill Maher’s politics is mentioned in conversation at least once per week. No, I don’t ever bring up any shows I watch.

 

          Usually, I get around to watching “Real Time” on a Saturday or a Monday and by then people are “chomping at the bit” to discuss the weekly political issues on the show over coffee or tea.

         

          The Muslim Americans wish to discuss HBO which I don’t pretend to know anyone there.

 

          The Muslim Americans wish to know about celebrities since the Muslim Americans keep up with all types of mass media for which I don’t.

 

          The Muslim Americans are into Netflix and binge watch and so do I.

 

          The Muslim Americans wish to talk to me about “West World” even though I don’t ever go out of my way to get in touch or in contact with anyone from the show.

 

          The Muslim Americans wish to discuss Artificial Intelligence with me.

 

          The Muslim Americans don’t want to discuss any actors in the show “West World” rather the Muslim Americans wish to discuss Artificial Intelligence.

 

          The Muslim Americans wish to discuss the “iphone 10” cell phone since they know I’m in love with tech.

 

          This morning the Muslim Americans showed me the “iphone 10”. Wow. Slick as ice and dainty, too.

 

          Personally, I don’t afford an iphone even though the Muslim Americans tell me I’m definitely someone who ought to invest in an iphone.

 

          Personally, I think I’d have to handle a dainty iphone with much care or most likely I’d fracture the screen.

 

          Personally, I think the “iphone 10” is slick as ice.

 

          When I write “we”: it’s the Muslim Americans and me.

 

          There’re hundreds of Muslim Americans and only one me.

 

          The Muslim Americans are patient with me.

 

          The Muslim Americans know it takes me weeks to text back even though we see each other each day.

         

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,654

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 1,654

 

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

 

“When there’s no meat, one must pick the bones.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Haggard (having a wild, wasted, worn look; gaunt, drawn)

 

The smooth features of his youth had turned haggard face of a worn-out old man.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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          For the week of April 23 through April 27, 2018.

 

          Self Portraits

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          The Muslims:

 

          Yes, I live amongst the surrogate family of Muslim Americans who are kind and direct and dedicated to Allah.

 

          Yes, the Muslim Americans know and have seen me hard at computer work on average five hours per day at job hunting.

 

          Yes, weekly for nearly six months the Muslim Americans and I talk about job search and leads and where to send digital Resumes.

 

          Yes, the Muslim Americans remind me not to ever drop off any Resume in person and only over digital online email Resumes.

 

          Yes, the Muslim Americans know the letters of rejection are a mile long. We don’t take such letters seriously at all.

 

          Each week new Resumes are sent out and on average every two weeks about three letters of rejection return.

 

          Yes, the Muslim Americans also see me hard at work as a caretaker of properties in which an hour of shoveling snow equals $50.00 per hour or in sweat equity exchange rate in value. 

 

          Yes, the Muslim Americans see me do weekly vacuum and launder and collect garbage and recycling and bring bins to the curve and bathe any domesticated dog and prepare meals and cook meals and stay healthy and vibrant and happy as we all are with what little we have we give thanks and praise.

 

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          Public Vocalizations:

 

          Yes, I do make my way rather quietly while in public.

 

          No, I don’t shout or yell or scream out of excitement.

 

          Yes, I politely clap without anyone knowing I’m in the building.

 

          Yes, I’m more or less quiet and am able to maturely speak with anyone if ever need be otherwise observant and relaxed.

 

          Yes, from the years 2011 through 2017 I would roll my “R’s” in the Mexican style of vocalization as a reminder of the more than fifty-thousand Mexican citizens murdered in the cross fire of Mexican drug cartels.

 

          No, Costa Ricans don’t have a habit of rolling their “R’s” in celebration form.

 

          Yes, for six years I rolled the Mexican “Rrrrrrrrrrr” in solidarity with our Mexican citizens and all Mexicans suffered.

 

          Yes, I would (not anymore) roll the Mexican “Rrrrrrrrrrrr” after church services, after film screenings, at the theatre and at concerts and now I go silent and only clap.

 

          No, no whooping or loud cheers.

 

          Oh, I could go for a Guatemalan tamale right about now.

 

          Yes, from 1998 through 2018 I’ve been invited to do public African vocalization with Muslim American women in the form of “Ayayayayayayaiii, Ayayayayayayaiii, Ayayayayayayaiii, Ayayayayayayaiii.”

 

          Personally, I don’t like to attract any type of physical notice towards myself unless I’m directly communicating with others otherwise communications is a lot of work.

 

          A pedestrian male stepped forward while I stepped out onto the sidewalk.

 

          He didn’t hear me and I didn’t hear him either.

 

          Skateboard in hand, I turned to go and he turned around and said, “I didn’t hear you at all!” I thought the same about him and smiled back at him.

 

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          Public Spaces:

 

          Yes, for over a week I meant to get to some cemetery and didn’t find the time.

 

          Yes, I was invited otherwise I wouldn’t know anything about anything and wouldn’t go to any cemetery unless to visit direct dead relatives.

 

          Yes, it takes me years or decades to get back to places I meant to get back to.

 

          No, not once have I ever even thought about taking a tour of Paramount Studios. I didn’t know people could take tours. I didn’t think it was a thing. I don’t care. No, tourist tours aren’t my thing.

 

          Yes, many a times I rode my skateboard by Paramount Studios, to and fro to find a post office or Laundromat or running errands to the store or looking for milk or soda or skin lotion or laundry soap.

 

          However, the only time I ever wanted one single picture of Paramount Studios was when I skateboarded by and happened to look through barred windows and saw some of Paramount Studio’s workers rode and parked their antique bikes right inside the gates.

 

          The bicycles made for a million dollar picture of simple beauty of a baby blue 1950’s bicycle through the barred window next to the guard’s station.

 

          No, Paramount Studios isn’t glamorous.

 

          Paramount Studios is like a large walled prison and it’s meant to be therefore no one notices or pays any attention to the large wall much like the Mexican border.

 

          No, not once have I ever sent off any manuscripts or screenplays to anyone in Hollywood.

 

          Yes, Hollywood has sent me screenplays with non-disclosure agreements to read and look over the manuscripts.

 

          No, I haven’t ever entered any screenplay or manuscript into any contest.

 

          Yes, I privately write manuscripts and screenplays and eventually when I decide to publish any novels then hopefully a publisher will make profit from the novels as will I, too, if the novels are any good and the public purchases.

 

          Yes, the novels will be written for the purpose to be published in my lifetime otherwise what’s the point of writing?

 

          Otherwise, the novels can sit in an archive or vault and collect dust.

 

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          No, I’m not presently seeking out an agent or any publisher.

 

          As of now I barely hold back the laughter at being denied through rejection letters to work as a custodian since I don’t have hazardous waste material experience or to work retail since I don’t have recent retail experience or recent café experience or recent restaurant experience since I don’t have much in-depth or recent experience other than to be a caretaker to properties.

 

          Thus and therefore I work as a property caretaker which one hour of vacuuming equals $50.00 or sweat equity in exchange value.

 

          Or one hour of tree cutting equals $100.00 or sweat equity in exchange value.

 

          Yes, I work as a property caretaker which one dog bath equals about $30.00 or sweat equity since physical labor is hard on the body yet healthy to keep moving.

 

          Yes, I work as a property caretaker which one cooked meal equals about $20.00 per plate in physical daily labor and attendance and nurturance towards one’s nutritional daily intake to stay and somewhat slim and healthy over the years and decades.

 

          Yes, someday domestic caretaker work will be compensated by the American government to pay “domestic caretakers” a decent modern wage since property work isn’t rocket science, however, labor intensive.

 

          Someday, there will be fair wages for “domestic caretaker” work such as in Norway.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

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Word Count for this Week: 1,130

 

Friday, April 20, 2018

 

“‘Love thy neighbor as yourself’ is the great principal of the Torah.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Oscillation (a swinging back and forth)

 

The Oscillation of the pendulum pleased the people.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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Four Twenty

 

Disclaimer(s)

 

          Yes, “drug dealers” deserve to live.

 

          Yes, “drug dealers” are business people with families.

 

          Yes, “drug distributors” are business people with families.

 

          Yes, pharmaceutical companies deserve to live.

 

          Yes, 50% of “white” Americans smoke “adult marijuana.”

 

          Yes, 50% of “black” Americans smoke “adult marijuana.”

 

          Yes, in 2017 “adult marijuana” became a $10 billion dollar industry.

 

          Yes, “adult marijuana” exists in Maine, Massachusetts, California, Oregon and Colorado.

 

          Yes, for the past five years, youngsters between the ages of 13-17 are most apt to snort “heroin powder” over smoking cigarettes or over inhaling e-cigarettes or over any other type of drug.

 

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Disclaimer I

 

          No, I’m not any type of “drug dealer” or “drug distributor” of any type.

 

          No, I’m not any type of medical doctor nor do I pretend to be.

 

          No, I wouldn’t have a clue as to how to move any type of “heroin capsule” drug merchandise or sell merchandise in the form of pharmaceutical “heroin capsules.”

 

          No, I wouldn’t have a clue as to how to move any type of “heroin powder”.

 

          How does one sell “heroin capsule” drugs? One doesn’t.

 

          Does one get a medical license to prescribe and sell “heroin capsules”? Yes.

 

          Does one sell “heroin capsules” on street corners? No.

 

          How does one sell “heroin powder”? One doesn’t.

 

          Yes, usually “drug distributers” don’t ever touch or take their product(s) or merchandise and mostly “drug distributers” aren’t under the influence of any “heroin opioid capsules.”

 

          Yes, the “pharmaceutical opioid capsule crises” is prescribed “heroin pills.”

 

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Disclaimer II

 

          Who injects heroin anymore?

 

          Nobody injects heroin.

 

          After the 1980’s and 1990’s HIV and AIDS epidemic “pharmaceutical heroin opioid capsule” addicts know not to ever as much as share any needles much less inject any type of “liquid heroin” or anything else into one’s veins and bloodstream hence one’s prescribed “heroin capsules” one doesn’t require to snort any type of “heroin powder” either.

 

          “Heroin capsules” are easy to swallow.

 

          Heroin in the form of one capsule is ten times easier to swallow than to either “inject” straight “heroin liquid” into the bloodstream through the veins or snort “heroin powder” through the nose directly into the brain.

 

          The past five years of modern articles and statistics prove to show Americans 13 to 17 years of age are the largest demographics in the purchase of “heroin stamps” which are supposedly packets filled with “heroin powder” the size of one regular standard stamp which the “heroin powder” is then snorted through the nose for maximum impact straight to the brain since there’s no odor when heroin is in powder form.

 

          Most youth ages 13 through 17 prefer to snort “heroin powder” since there’s no odor at all and no one suspects anything.

 

          “Heroin powder” must be heated to transform into “heroin liquid” however I don’t know what heated “heroin liquid” smells like.

 

          What’s the going rate for a “heroin stamp”? I don’t know.

 

          No, I have no idea what a “heroin stamp” even looks like.

 

          No, I’m not any type of “drug distributor.”

 

          No, I’m not personally any type of “drug dealer”.

 

          No, I’m not personally any type of “marijuana dealer.”

 

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Legalize and Tax Prostitution

Legalize and Tax All Drugs

 

          No, I’m not personally involved or know anything about human sex-trafficking.

 

          Personally, I come from a generation of peers who believe in the legalization of all drugs for adult use or adult purpose or adult intent and mostly for any type of painkillers to alleviate any “physical pain” from “physical diseases” or “physical illnesses”.

 

          A Generation of peers for who believes in the legalization and taxation of “prostitution” and legalization and taxation of “cocaine” and legalization and taxation of “heroin” and legalization and taxation of “marijuana” and legalization and taxation of “methamphetamines.”

         

          Supposedly, “pharmaceutical opioid capsule pills” are the “poor man’s heroin” standard of downgrade heroin therefore youth ages 13 through 17 do purchase pure “heroin powder” which is high quality or higher grade of heroin than “heroin capsules”.

 

          Yes, there ought to be advocates and lobbyists advancing the cause to legalize and tax prostitution therefore sex-workers may get fair wages and be able to care for their families.

 

          Yes, there ought to be advocates and lobbyists advancing the cause to legalize and tax prostitution therefore sex-workers who happen to be single mothers may be able to afford safe child-care as well as be taxed for sexual acts and services rendered in a private and official business setting rather than any sex-workers’ personal homes where children or elderly may reside.

 

          Yes, there ought to be advocates and lobbyists advancing the cause to legalize and tax prostitution therefore sex-workers may be able to afford great healthcare specifically in terms of “sexually transmitted diseases.”

 

          Yes, there ought to be advocates and lobbyists advancing the cause to legalize and tax prostitution therefore sex-workers may be able to afford to be independent contractors rather than managed by possibly violent or manipulative pimps.

 

          Yes, there ought to be advocates and lobbyists advancing the cause to legalize and tax prostitution therefore sex-workers may be able to afford to be independent contractors and bring in profits or extra revenue into their households and be taxed to go directly towards public schools and public education especially free public school food programs which feeds all public education school children and youth all three meals per day. Yes.

 

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April 20, 1997

The “T” Line

 

New England, Massachusetts

Boston, Massachusetts

 

          A week earlier a group of six “Straight Edge” (drew X’s with Sharpie pens across over the top of our hands to indicate a generational symbol of vegans and no drug use) New England, Massachusetts friends called up and calmly asked if I was at all interested to take the day off on “4/20” from any of my work as an “international studies” tutor or studies in general and go on a specific train ride with them into Boston and stay the entire day then we’d take the train back to New England by no later than dark.

 

          Usually and mostly throughout the previous 1996-1997 year we’d seen each other with our heads down and hard at work at our studies and daily responsibilities and follow through with our responsible young adult lives as we usually do to this mature day whenever we catch up and read any emails from each other over the decades.

 

          On the late morning of April 20th, 1997 we met up at a train station and while on the train platform my New England friends asked direct and kind and poignant questions about the train ride.

 

          Did I know what day it was? Yes, April 20th, 1997.

 

          Did I know the significance of “4/20”? No.

 

          Did I know anything about the train ride? Yes, the ride went into Boston.

 

          Did I know I didn’t have to pay anything for the train ride? No, I didn’t know.

 

          Did I realize the train ride was free to all and any passengers for the entire day? No, I didn’t know.

 

          Did I know why the train ride was free on such a particular day? No I didn’t know.

 

          Did I know the significance of “4/20”? No, I didn’t know.

 

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A Train Ride

The Purple Line

 

          At noon we climbed a particular train platform then when the train approached and completely stopped we climbed on board and entered the train compartment in which it appeared many of the train seats were removed to make room for hundreds and hundreds of passengers headed into Boston which peacefully stood as the train made its way into the city.

 

          We took our places and rode all the way into Boston while people were jolly and enjoyable and didn’t scream or yell and were docile and calm and having a real great time in unison.

 

          The cabin of the train was completely filled with marijuana smoke and smelled better than tobacco smoke in any small compartment.

 

          Suddenly, a person next to me purposely interrupted and asked me, “Do you know anything about this train ride?” I shook my head and smiled. We smiled at each other. I had no idea what was happening yet there was no cause for alarm.

 

          We calmly and joyfully and peacefully and quietly rode the train into Boston as we had many other hundreds or thousands of times throughout the years.

 

          None of my peers who I traveled with smoked any marijuana.

 

          Not once did I smoke marijuana on the train since none was passed along or shared and I wasn’t about to ask any stranger(s) for any marijuana yet there I stood and held on to the train’s hand railing and watched people enjoy themselves as the friendly conductor went back and forth a few more times before we arrived into Boston’s Fleet Center.

 

          Throughout the train ride my friends would occasionally look up at me and smile and I would smile back then we’d discuss the legalization of “adult marijuana.”

 

          From Fleet Center we attended a rather low key and peaceful annual marijuana festival with different signs and booths set up to sign petitions specifically in the legalization and taxation of “adult marijuana.”

 

          Throughout the day I didn’t smoke marijuana once since I didn’t know where to get any marijuana to smoke therefore as I made my rounds of different tables and informational booths I signed as many petitions as possible throughout one entire festival day in the circuit.

 

          Not ever had I read more pamphlets or heard more information about the legalization of “adult marijuana” then at any other time before since marijuana is hardly ever talked about however for the past twenty years marijuana is smoked in nearly every type of wealthy or middle class or low-income neighborhood since marijuana isn’t physically addictive.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

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Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 1,938 + 1,532 = 3,470 + 1,656 = 5,126

 

Thursday, April 19, 2018

 

“Once an error is learned, it is hard to unlearn.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Vicarious (suffered or enjoyed by one person on behalf of another)

 

She experienced a vicarious joy in her friend’s success.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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          Social Media:

 

          No, I don’t ever “look up” or online research anyone from our mutual past history unless someone else specifically mentions any particular individual(s) to my attention otherwise the years or decades continue and all’s well, nothing to say or report here.

         

          The coolest aspect about “social media” is hardly ever finding anyone’s “online footprint.”

 

          To leave very little “carbon footprint” is one thing.

 

          Another thing is to have very little “online footprint”.

 

          Yes, my goal as any private citizen is to leave very little personal or private “online footprint” as well as to leave very little “carbon footprint.”

 

          Yes, if I were ever to look up anyone over online “social media” from our past mutual history mainly this would be done to confirm such individuals are indeed “professionals” in their field of work or to factually discover they’re “alive” with pictures of gorgeous children and pictures of beautiful natural scenery and pictures of beautiful pregnant women.

 

          Yes, usually I believe most people are alive and mostly living and doing well enough throughout the decades.

 

          No, I hardly ever think about hundreds or thousands of people I’ve met since mature adult lifestyle is to move forward and to meet daily responsibilities.

 

          “There’re a million and one things to get done in one day.”

 

          “Text” is for upcoming events or logistics or to meet in person immediately within five minutes or within the hour or week.

 

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“Social Media” Nudes

 

          Nevertheless, “social media” is one structure in which people have purposely or by accident or by mistake posted embarrassingly personal nude photographs of themselves or by accident posted nudes of beloveds’ photographs’ due to bad information or bad judgment or photographers’ discretion or not.

 

          To post nudes of others’ only with written consent or verbal permission to record or post any private nude photographs on digital media over “social media”.

 

          Yes, “text” digital media is one structure in which people have purposely or by accident or by mistake posted embarrassingly personal nude photographs of themselves or by accident posted nudes of beloveds’ photographs’ due to bad information or bad judgment or photographers’ discretion or not.

 

          Yes, I’m extremely private about “social media” which in my life “social media” takes modern form of “text” media.

 

          For about one decade and a half (15 years) “social media” was conducted over e-mail, however.

 

          Cell phone’s “text’s” quicker mode of communications.

 

          Yes, in my late twenties and early thirties I held many different types of “social media” accounts then I forgot passwords and didn’t ever return to the accounts or sites.

 

          Yes, I held a “Facebook” account from 2007-2013.

 

          Only when others bring up any one specific name then I may possibly go and look up the name of the individual(s) mentioned otherwise daily responsibilities.

 

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Ovaries are the same as Testicles

 

Ovaries and Ovulation

As Subject Matter

         

          Yes, the last subject matter for which I’d rather not address is the subject of “ovaries” or the subject of “ovulation”, however, “women’s health” is vitally important to understand.

 

          Well, let’s address “women’s health.”

 

          Yes, any woman may live with one ovary and still have the actual and literal symptoms of monthly menstrual cycles in which the factual formed egg no longer travels through two fallopian tubes to drop into the one uterus for fertilization thus the egg dissolves behind the belly button whenever there’s no more uterus or two fallopian tubes.                                                    

 

          Yes, in August of 2017 I had a “partial” hysterectomy which factually and literal laparoscopic surgery removed one uterus and two fallopian tubes.

 

          Yes, by December 2017 all “night sweats” or nightly “hot flashes” completely stopped and went away.

 

          Since January 2018 I’ve begun to once again literally menstruate and drop an egg since two ovaries are in perfectly good working order.

 

          Yes, the two fallopian tubes are the first place in the female reproductive organs to which women develop “ovarian cancer.”

 

          “Ovarian cancer” is more apt to first develop in the two fallopian tubes than in the two ovaries.

 

          A “partial” hysterectomy is when one or both ovaries are left in place or one or two ovaries are left intact.

 

          A “full” hysterectomy is when two ovaries and one uterus and two fallopian tubes are laparoscopic surgically removed through the belly button.

 

          After “partial” hysterectomy then one single ovary alone creates literal monthly menstruation cycles in which an egg is dropped and when two fallopian tubes have been surgically removed then the eggs dissolve behind the belly button and no longer in the uterus since there’s no uterus.

 

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Damn if you do and Damn if you don’t

 

          Yes, I have two female ovaries in the male equivalency of two male testicles.

 

          Yes, there’s a small cyst in one ovary.

 

          Yes, one must wait for ovarian cysts to grow larger before one can surgically remove large ovarian cysts which large ovarian cysts may grow as large as “grapefruits” then run the high risk to rupture or if small and hardened ovarian cysts then may possibly become high risk to turn into “ovarian cancer.”

 

          Yes, when one has at least one literal ovary then one still fully ovulates or monthly menstruates or gets periods or gets one menstrual monthly cycle’s symptoms without any shed of blood.

 

          Yes, all one needs is to have one ovary to ovulate.

 

          Yes, “partial” hysterectomies are the latest procedure.

 

          Yes, at least one or two ovaries are kept rather than to remove.

 

          Yes, at least one or two ovaries are left in place in order for women to continue to ovulate and keep their estrogen hormones rather than surgery and lifelong estrogen hormone therapy.

 

          Yes, oddly enough one may still get pregnant with one ovary except there’s no place or no womb or no uterus for the fetus to grow therefore the egg dissolves behind the belly button.

 

          Yes, one’s eggs are still vital and good and ready to go and may grow into a healthy fetus at any time.

 

          Yes, egg freezing is considered scientific fraudulent practice.

 

          Yes, two weeks out of each month women with at least one ovary go through literal menstruation cycles and symptoms.

 

          Yes, one’s eggs are still good to fertilize and create any human.

 

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Ovaries vs. No Ovaries

 

          One desires and wants to keep one’s ovaries for as long as possible.

 

          When one has “partial” hysterectomy then within five years span of time one or two ovaries may stop producing eggs to 50% of the time for female population while 90% of women without any hysterectomies won’t have menopausal symptoms until the age of fifty (50).

 

          Ovaries are hormone control and hormone regulation.

 

          One ovary creates literal menstruation cycles.

 

          One ovary creates literal menstruation cycles with bloat, cravings and pelvic pain or possibly at times mood swings or not.

 

          One ovary creates literal menstruation cycles without one single vaginal drop of blood and only other hormonal symptoms such as bloat without the physical bloody mess.

 

          One ovary creates literal menstruation cycles in which one gets cravings as strong as when one’s pregnant.

 

          One ovary creates literal menstruation cycles in which one may or may not feel as though one’s being kicked behind the belly button in the same manner and fashion as with difficult menstrual cycles.

 

          Yes, one ovary can create such ruckus as #7 pain scale directly behind the belly button and right pelvic region and pain in the ovaries themselves every two weeks per each month.

 

          Yes, the awesome aspect to keeping the ovaries is to continue to ovulate and be sterile and healthy and strong enough to ovulate as strongly as always while keeping menopause at bay.

 

          Yes, menopause must be kept back until the age of 50 then women don’t suffer huge hormonal differences from sterile to menopause until the age of 50.

 

          Yes, menopause may or may not cause or create thick protein buildup in the brain possibly causing to develop dementia or Alzheimer’s.

 

          Yes, monthly menstrual cycles and menstrual symptoms keep any percent of possible dementia away from women.

 

          It’s the ovaries which control ovulation and one must continue to ovulate for as long as possible, however.

 

          The unbearable physical pain behind the belly button when one ovulates without one uterus or two fallopian tubes is real pain.

 

          One would think when one’s uterus and two fallopian tubes are surgically removed then one would feel absolutely no physical pain of any type since one no longer vaginally menstruates or vaginally bleeds any longer.

 

          In March of 2012 (correction on date) I was told by international doctors the reason why I have acne is because of the ovaries.

 

          Yes, the ovaries appear to be the reproductive organs for which fluctuate or calibrate liquid hormones to stay in constant balance otherwise minimal acne to hopefully minimize acne to zero which can be done with methamphetamines which is more or less a form of “speed” and clears up acne.

 

          Acne seems to be mainly in the ovaries.

 

 

          Yours Truly;

 

          Gabriel

 

 

Word Count: 1,532

Word Count Goal for the week: 5,000

Word Count for this Week: 1,938 + 1,532 = 3,470

 

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

 

“Money adds no more to the wise than clothes do to the beautiful.”

 

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

 

Ostensible (avowed; professed, apparent)

 

His ostensible motives concealed his real ones.

 

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Street Etiquette.

 

Shouting.

 

Chapter 9.

Page 136

 

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

 

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          Phone Calls:

 

          No, my friends don’t have to “get in line and wait” for me to reply back to them over text especially with phone calls.

 

          Yes, my friends have patience with me in getting back to one another since my friends also take anywhere from one year to ten years to respond back unless it’s an emergency then we’re on the horn within seconds or a matter of minutes.

 

          Or I do immediately text with close friends when they convey they’re ready to meet over tea.

 

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          Correction from “roll” to “role”

 

          “Role” as in characterization or personification to “roll” as in a piece of flour dough or a piece of bread or to roll around or to roll over or to roll forward

 

          The more spelling errors then the quicker writer(s) write to be done then go relax outdoors or go and finish some domestic project(s).

 

          The more misspellings the faster one writes out full ideas complete with concrete examples.

 

          Misspellings are hilarious!

 

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