Coffee and Breakfast: July 19, 2018

Day 1,571.

This is for all those men who believe with me that this co-existing teacher house never should have happened, been allowed, or made possible.  There is no excuse whatsoever for these alone years.  None of the work I have done was of such a nature that they had to be done with me in seclusion and absolute aloneness.  None.  There is no excuse for it.  None.

If the only way a parent is able to manage, handle, control, give instruction, or deal with a child is to sedate them, keep them in bed, locked in a house, and again constantly sedate them, they should have their extended access revoked immediately.  It should never have been allowed.  100% revoked.

No, people I am completely unable to pretend to mingle, have conversations with co-workers as though I am not completely aware they are being told in their ears what to say and do as if it is real, in a false, pretend, and fake environment.  This is not in any way the same as believing there is good in people that the possibility exists for great good things in people.

There will be no cage matches.

I will not be responding to gay haters.  I will not be responding to haters at all.

For, I am too physically worn out.  Mentally exhausted from the mental and physical work to write much else.  I had written in my head several pieces of importance while getting my house in livable order, cleaning and what not, however both are a drain on my physical and mental capacity, especially after so many of these years.

We are at a beach.  I am in a hammock swaying in the breeze under the shade of some trees.  Listening to the sound of the ocean feeling the salt water air on my face.  Wearing a thong and coverup with thong sandals.

Because I saw through the weighted disguise and she was wrong.  She is the one in disguise, with black face, pretending to be a man.  She is wrong.  Not me.

I was correct.

Have a hammock with me, or sit on the sand, or wherever you feel comfortable.  Stoli on the rocks, maybe pineapple juice, or beer.  But, there must be water as well.  To not have water is to die.  I am too worn out to imagine food.

Swaying in the breeze in a hammock, I will tell you of the adventures of Maurice the Handsome, Lambert the Good, Murphy the Magnificent.

And, Barney.