Month: April 2021

Are you feeling inspired yet? What inspires me most times is a question.

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The question really is just the spark to get my brain a jump start to writing or finding a conversation topic.

All my interverts know where I’m coming from.

But, staying on the topic of inspiration.  Yes, it usually starts with a question. What would happen if I took Max who is smart and self conscious about having a one arm and flat chest and meets James who is a great admirer of her ass and legs.

Wait a minute…

Prologue

Final straw…

I turned around and caught James staring at my giant ass. I put my hand on my hip. James smiled up at me unapologetic.

“Have you been listening to a word I said. If we’re going to buy this house we need to get a contractor in here to get fixed for your wheel chair.”

“Did you have to wear that dress today? I told you I get think about any thing when your ass is in my face and your wearing a mini skirt outside.”

I pulled down dress though I knew he was just fucking with me. The dress was long enough to cover my ass and still be short enough to be fun. I wanted to wear it for as long as I could. I was six weeks pregnant with our first and one week married. I casted a glance at my cousin Harry was busy ignoring us looking at video on his phone until we were ready to decide on the house.

I saw down on James lap. I nearly jumped off his lap but relaxed hugged his neck. James put a hand to my stomach and one hand up my dress.

“Honey. I really need you to pretend your interested in this shit.” I said.

“I’ll be good baby. But make it quick I want to get you home for some play time. I fine with whatever house is your fancy.” He said.

Damn him. He kept making believe that he was in love with me and not just putting on the happy new husband we had planned.

….

Yeah. I get question and the story or something to write about us comes to me. I’m just bullshiting. The thing is if you’ve read a lot and write alot the shit just writes itself after ten plus years of doing the shit. The question is just a spark to a match.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Cyberpunk morning 7

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Hmm. Let’s add the Executive and Fixer. Erica Saint James in need of someone to fix a job together.

Prologue

Owen

I was in my office about to close up shop officially for the day and head into the streets for a little black market work deals. Hey what can I say Newark never shuts down for the night and neither did a hungry fixer.

I was only two years in the game sense I got out of the solo gig. It was strangle a lot safer for my health and peace of mind being a middle man for  solos and everybody else in the need for a job or an item to fence in a hurry.  I got a lot customers once people heard about set rates on the streets. 3 million credits and downward with haggling.

I set my cut high and it gave the appearance that I wasn’t cheating my customer of their soul or bread and butter.

My detapad buzzed in my pocket. I got it out and looked at the message.

1 million credits for a Red Strip Caster previously owned by Eddie Williams. Yes or no?

I frowned. A groupie for one of the Kings of Newark. Still they might pay me something for the trouble. Texted back a short message.

I know somebody. Cost 100,00 ebs. Plus half my fee now and later upon completion of job.

Deal. Forward routing number. Dropoff location Elious shop. 1pm this Thursday.

Hmm. The client had to be corporate Executive with a thing for Eddie. The guitar? Today, Tuesday. That left me maybe 72 hours. I forwarded my routing number with a short message.

Hand off or leave at shop?

The message came back quick.

Drop off with store owner. Jim Willson. Red hair. Blue glasses. No talking. Leave item with him.

Alarm bells went off in my head. High level Executive financial district maybe.

I checked my account and the money for the guitar was there along with my half fee. I would do some digging but the guitar had to be out there. I would find it. If not then I would buy a used one fix it up like Eddie’s personal treatment. In the mean time I had to get on the streets and handle a little street business.

I like it….never need any store though about a fixer or middle man.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Question everything your told because behind every nice smile is a bullshiter trying hit your back pocket for cash and ass

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I do. I’ve learned the hard way that what you think you know can be mistaken and what you’ve been told even if it’s the truth there is always some bullshit mind fuck reason your being told the shit.

I learned that shit watching the news and being spoon fed a lie within the truth in a plan to get me spend $60 dollars on boner pills and celebrate going into another fucking war in the godforsaken desert. The cycle of lies is like a marry go round of death and boner pill commercials.

I can be easily fooled like any modern day dumbass. I just learned not to watch the shit so I can avoid being mind fucked into hating some asshole in a suit I don’t give a fuck about with the letter R on his name tag.

I trust only the people in my circle intiments but I don’t give my liberty or brain to any dude or female.

The Covid shit was the last straw. Seeing fucking two doctors who worked for the government say competing opinions on masks in the span of months and switch up the script on the fly did it for me. The bullshit alarm went up way before Covid became polictical mind fuck for the masses.

Fuck em. I use my own judgement and act like a gentleman in the mean time. Don’t forget this shit. They always tell you the truth when nobody gives a damn and after the bodies are buried and forgotten by the masses.

Question everything your told by the overlords. If for nothing else then your own fucking survival.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Cyberpunk morning 6…

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Hmm. April is almost gone. Let’s finish it with brainstorming fun. Okay. Let’s take a Nomad and rocker boy Eddie Williams and how he met, and married his old lady.

Prologue

Eddie

I lay in bed with my old lady taking a shower in the bathroom of our tour bus. It was our  twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and I wandered. I played softly on my guitar the song she liked while I heard her start to sing the lyrics from the shower.

I closed my eyes.

It had been in a dive on the outskirts of Newark near the border of the nomadic lands. One of our opening gigs sense we parted with the college of bards and started out on the streets.

The crowd was rowdy and fights were going on around us. The first song bombed hard and we were about to get stoned to death by the crowd throwing beer bottles at us to the chicken wire stage we stood behind.

I saw two chicks walk in with two big ass nomadic assholes with swords at their backs. Shit. Samari nomads. What the fuck?

One of the chickas a raven haired Betty with lavender eyes caught my gaze and froze in mid step. She had some type of latent magic in her that lite the fire in the magic of my bardic tongue.

Damn. I felt the jult to my soul and I started singing. The magic taking hold of me.

“There she is. There she is. There ain’t nobody like her at all. There she is. My one true love.”

My band mates caught on to feel of the magic and soon the melody took hold and they grooved into it.

I stared at her not caring that she might be some fuckers mate or wife. I was going to have her. It was partly my own ego in the shit but it was her bad ass bitch command for my attention. She captured my notice. As her big brick shit house of man noticed me macking on his girl and came at me sword swinging.

Fucked broke through chicken wire. The crowd instead of fleeing cheered expecting a blood bath.

My band mates took off for our van. I ran forward past the dude, dodging his buddy and taking the girl over my shoulder and booking it.

It hadn’t been a smart move but damn it hadn’t the right move. I found out later that night her name when got hitched nomad tradition. Vowing loyalty to each other in front of her friends and family a life of travel and adventure with loyalty and family binding us to the road.

I felt a kiss on my lips and opened my eyes to see my raven haired beauty naked in front of me smiling.

“Hey, Lovie. You thinking about me?” My woman asked.

“Sure enough Betty Lee. Today all day I’ve been thinking about you.” I said and then put my guitar aside to take her into our bed and make love to her.

Hmm. Romantic bullshit aside. I like it.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Alright can we please stop the complaining and start clowning pussfied males (pussfying of the west)

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Real talk. What’s wrong with clowning a dude when he has the nerve to wear a dress and the shit makes your eyes bleed. Because the dude is color blind and nobody told him he’s fuck ugly.

Look. I’m an old fuck. My reasoning is okay in this time of pussfied males that want bad bitch energy you have the freedom to wear a dress. You are not excluded from being clowned when your bitch ass has no style.

I’m not sorry at all. The addicted dudes I saw on TV and on the street growing up had style and male pride. If your going to be a butterfly bitch you better be correct in style, class or I can and I will clown your ass.

If you say I should change my masculine ideals. Hot damn! You just deposited into my account money to clown your ass for days and bullets into my magazine of funny material.

The time for reasoning with a dude that is determined to wear a pink and orange dress with black pumps is over. It’s time to clown his ass like we would any dude that would dare tell any male. That we need to have no style or class like him.

Holy shit. I just fired the first shots. Stop complaining and join me in the clowning.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

It took a while but I finally can accept there’s no saving pussified males from coming storm. Harry Styles?! Hmm?

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That’s right. I can accept that the days have gone to the dogs and at last things will stop being easy for men of the west. The age of pussfied males is coming to end quick my dude right when the bitches were starting to call an end to masculine Pride day.

More on MP day later….

Harry Styles….holy shit.

Great singer. Has a nice shit kicking tang to his voice and carries himself well in weird ass music video. Granted this is the first day I gave a damn to really research him to realize that I’ve heard some of music in passing.

Now with all that pleasant bullshit said what grip do I have with him. None at all. He is from what I can decern a dick addicted dude with a side hustle in admiring a female’s ass.

Come on my dude. I fucking came out of the 80s son. This dude ain’t orginal he’s a throw back. Not shocking at all. But holy shit is a he funny daisy Ann mother fucker.

Holy shit. You seen this dude arrogently walking in skin tight dress trying damn hard to be a fucking bad bitch and a rocker boy at the same time.

Holy shit.

I peeked at his instagram shit and fucking hell. My dude. I get that knock off version of the Legendary Prince feeling from the dude. I’m like who is this fucker trying to fool.

Got this fucker on BBC shows fucking walking in with pimp coat and purse. The fucking purse ain’t even matching the choat and the fucker don’t got the hat with gangster lean.

Holy shit.

Fucker talking about real men can rock purses and see through dresses.

Holy shit.

Okay his music. Holy shit. I can’t. My dude. The shit? What the fuck?

Tame beta bitch shit. Fucker talking about doing some bullshit dick addicted “proformance” on some bullshit awards show. Holy shit.

Fucking dudes are angry at this fucker for just being a colorful blue bird with some ugly ass tattoos. Holy shit.

What. The. Fuck?

I can’t be mad at this fucker for coning beta bitch simps. Ain’t no bad bitch or 5’5 shorty is threatened by this dude. Fucker is the bait to lead away the beta bitch simps while the Chad and the shorty have a clear path to each other.

Holy shit. I can’t wait for when a not so friendly Chad starts fucking clowning his ass and reveals the Emperor is wearing panties and has no balls.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Sunny rain

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I’ve had few times in my life when a sunny rain brightened my day. The smell of rain. Fresh and clean. The feel of the warm sun on skin. Heavenly rain falls down on my head. A beautiful day. A beautiful Friday. It’s the end of my work week. A day of rest and fun a head of me.

Damn. I’m tired but the sky and the day cheer me up.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

I remember the first time I watched a modern day blood Ritual sacrifice video. Warning ⚠️ graphic #FuckedUpShit

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For most of the 90s. No fuck it. Most of my life I didn’t care about blood Ritual sacrifices. I had been raised and taught that it was a woman’s choice and who would want to have a rapist’s baby and all that bullshit.

Still no talk about putting a bitch to sleep.

In my late twenties I decided to research what the fuck goes into a blood Ritual sacrifice. Big mistake. I read the tame shit about what a baby goes through in the woam as they grow and then I got to watching a video of an ex witch doctor describing in detail how he preformed the ritual.

He was sitting at a committee government meeting or some shit and talking about what he did. He used a pair of weird tongs and other instruments. He explained how he had to crush the head and body parts first and then pull the pieces out of the uterus carefully so he wouldn’t hurt the female’s uterus or other organs.

Shit made me sick. It wasn’t what I thought. For some reason I watched a video of a blood ritual sacrifice online. Yep, shit was real.

This was the beginning of the internet before the Technocrats and government started locking it down. Anyway the bitch was a young female that couldn’t afford the baby didn’t want the child and so she decided to go to the witch doctor and sacrificed it.

There was a lot of blood and pulling the shit out of her uterus and shit. Really fucked up shit my dude.

This one type of blood ritual sacrifice that hasn’t changed that much. However, I recently learned of new version by accident. It’s a method were the witch doctor injects posion inside the uterus to kill the body inside the female and then yank out the body parts but some times the witch doctors half ass the shit and leave pieces of the dead body in the uterus and the posion kills the woman. Though you won’t hear about the shit all that much.

A female will go through all this bullshit and some female’s won’t even demand the bitch that raped her be put to sleep. Fuck it. Some females are proud how many times they’ve laid down on witch doctor’s sacrifice chair.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

I believe in the west…

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I’m feel poetical for a moment please indulge me…

The west…

Not the dirt. Not it’s people entirely. The ideals and the virtues handed down through generations of men and schools of thoughts and families. That is what I believe in. The Way, The True, The Life. Yes. I do hold myself apart of the tribe.

The Meditations by Marcus Aurelius. I’ve tasted of that wisdom. I value it like a tree values rain after long hot days of scorching heat.

I am…I am thrusty for wisdom in this age of dumbasses and violent skin folk and hypnotizing videos that a culture uses to fuel it’s rage and self pity.

Translation….the George Flody shit. I can’t find the comedy in it yet other then to say…one jury member confessed that they voted a man guilty not because of evidence or confidence of their decision. They voted out of fear that the Black Rambos where going to riot and set a city on fire to get their way. Was the fear unjustified? Not really. The Blacks already did it once the assumption is they’ll do it again.

My thoughts on hearing the jury member’s fears and decision. What a fucking pussy. A American Highlander isn’t a pussy and no Black Rambo can respect pussy behavior. Though they wouldn’t give a damn either way.

I am a man of the west. My thoughts do not line up with the Black Thought of the day. It is not my own decision. It is a strange evolution of upbringing and stimulus of being born in the west and raised on archetypes of Tango & Cash and Escape from LA.

I am an American Highlander. I cew on Iron and I spit out bullets. I am nobody’s slave.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Loyalty is one of the noble virtues of the west. It ain’t free bitch so watch how you treat me – men of the west

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Real talk. I believe this to my core. I embrace it like a bad bitch 5’5 shorty with mischievous smile and a loyal heart.

No man or female should be given your loyalty freely because they happen to be your skin folk. My own skin folk and kin folk have turned against me on a dime for mere misunderstanding about the all mighty dollar.

That’s why I’m an American Highlander bad ass soul. Charecter and honor are what I value. Conflict and challenge are what I vap on.

Some say chivalry is dead. Na’aw bitch that shit is reserved for a loyal brother or sister that got your back on dime. If out in the world without pot to piss in and trouble on every side if you call upon a friend or skin folk or female that comes to your with a sword and a meal that shit is real.

I got females in my family I would buy a plane ticket and beta bitch down for. I would go to war for them if they told me they needed money or me to come lay hands on dude.

In a fucking breath I’m down. Not because they’re a female calling for help. It’s because they feed me when I was hungry gave me the warmth of laughter and love. They looked out for me. That’s fucking loyalty. Likewise if a stranger did the same for me on the street and called me for help. I’m down.

In summary, don’t be a fucking white knight. Don’t give your sword of protection away for free to some pretty bitch that says they hate the very fact your a shit kicking cowboy. Then, they turn around in a corner and ask for the safety of your masculine energy.

Fuck that noise. You must be, you have to be a mother fucking bad ass gentleman. Chivalry is reserved for a lady of honor and a blood brother in the struggle with you.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

If you are pro life for rapist and Jackels not being aborted. I got questions. I’ll be nice.

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Well…as nice as I can fucking be about the issue.

What the fuck?

Pause.

Why? Why should we allow rapists or Jackels that hunt and abuse women & children to live and not be put to sleep?

I mean if you catch them red handed. If you got the proof and video of them smiling at the camera why is it not a moral duty to put the bitch to sleep?

This post is going to be a short one. I really would like to hear some asshole’s bullshit answer about enslaving them in prison is a noble deed instead of freeing them from a society that can’t stand their fucking asses.

Real talk. What the fuck is the issue here?

I’m not talking about murder. That’s wrong. I’m saying put the bitches to sleep.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg