Manufactured happiness is the antithesis of truly being at peace with myself. I smile when I feel like it…I cry when it’s called for. I’m not a fan of faking the funk!
I write when I have something to say…vs. merely writing to simply say something.
I’m currently trying to navigate=a once comfortable, all of a sudden complicated, not so sturdy ladder…while attempting to retain the essence that is ME. I’m also trying to balance my few steps of fundamental flaws while leaning against a wall of unexpected uncertainty.
My wife, and daughter, have my back as I move forward… I’m not afraid to lose because I know, with their superior support..my foundation, that might face failure, will always win…by remaining solidly standing behind me.
Despite ALWAYS respecting the once promising, yet limited space…provided by someone else’s plot…where I’ve allowed myself to be comfortably planted…more than ever…I now know=I need to GROW in MY own field.
I will determine and dictate my future paths…instead of simply being the page they were previously printed on…pretending to point in my ‘best’ direction.
Track Palin is a trashy trick just like the rest of his family full of fanatical hypocrites. His sister is an expert on abstinence despite her innate inability to quit having babies out of wedlock.
Tom’s got one with her…
Dick’s got one too…
It’s only a matter of time before Harry gets hit with a child support payment.
Momma Grizzly still can’t get over her former status as a Glen Rice bobble head. Sarah smile, it’s alright…you went black, really enjoyed it, and deep down inside of your unexplainable Obama Hatred Syndrome…you realize Todd will never bring you back.
Like the family of serial sister-fister Josh Duggar…The Palin family is nothing more than trailer trash personified. In fact, these bible bouncing, beer swigging bastards of demented decadence are far worse-they are literally the noxious liquid dregs that have dripped into the bottom of the can that contains the rest civilized society…sticking around, refusing to be cleansed of the toxic funk that continues to poison the weakest of minds.
John McCain should be ashamed of himself for unleashing this unqualified, UNATURAL DISASTER upon America. From day one, when Sara sashayed her exponentially stupid ass onto the world stage…the last name Palin has attempted to blame President Obama for EVERYTHING under the Wasilla sun.
The walking sperm bank…also known as Bristol…can’t keep her legs closed, but gets paid to lecture about abstinence-she should remember how to swallow instead of blaming Obama. Track has troubles that came from Dubyah’s unnecessary invasion of Iraq, but Mamma Grizzly blames Barack for Track’s inbred influenced insanity and ignorance-“Quitta Please.”
Sarah, those hockey sticks can’t take the place of that black dick that you once had…and secretly still desire. Drunken brawls, drained balls, guns, GAWD and multiple bastard babies will NEVER make you…or your satanic spawn RIGHT.~Daryl~
The link above proves that Muhammad Ali’s brilliance transcended the sport of boxing. Like Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., he wasn’t afraid of speaking his mind during a time that could have put him at the opposite end of a water hose…a noose…or another unnecessary burial in the mud of Mississippi.
THIS attitude is GENUINE…not pre-purchased and subsequently re-packaged under the wicked wishes of Wall Street. Muhammad Ali had the balls to choose conviction and concrete over cash during the prime of his career…he came back and STILL proved he was TGOAT!!!!
Bobby Caldwell returns with a stellar R&B project that is produced by Jack Splash. Old school meets New School without any compromise. Caldwell’s voice is as smooth as ever…and it proves to be a perfect match for Splash and his modern day grooves. Splash, and his Cool Uncle, have co-created an affair of great music for the soul…proving that when it comes to great music…”We Are Family.”