Strange dreams 10.0

Fucking bitch was on my heels as I was traveling through realms and universes. I couldn’t lead her to my family but I had to find a place to fight her.

I needed to find a place I could have space and a lot of air…

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The image popped in my head of a greeny place. The moment I saw it I found myself rolling on the ground. The ground shook as the bitch landed and changed again to Normal form. She looked around frowning and snarling.

“What the hell is this place?” She barked at me.

I got to my feet and blew out smoke from my cigarette. “You seem a bit disappointed Mom. You were hoping I would led you some where else?”

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“You stupid boy. Stop these stupid games. You can’t out run me. Your still mortal. If I can’t have you then I will have your creator or the remaining brats she created.”

“Ain’t happening. Stop chasing me before I decide to get tough with you.” I told her.

She laughed. “Look at you. Look at you. Trying to act all tough with your dear sweet mother. It’s all a fantasy. You think that image she gave you is real. It isn’t who you are. Your still the fucking loser brat I shat out. Her little DNA mixing on your elements is all secondary.”

I shook my head. “Why do you hate her so much? Air is a nice pretty lady if not a little sky.”

“She’s vain a piece of shit always looking to get attention from the elder gods or corrupt mortals in to abonations like you became. Your my son. Your going to be a mortal piece of shit. Your place is to serve and worship the gods. Her fascination with mortals is ridiculous. Take me to the-”

“No. I ain’t doing nothing you want me to. I told you. I’m different now.” I told her simple white smoke from my cigarette smoke spread around as I breathed in the air and blew out cigarette smoke.

She attacked me with black flames. Lashing out around trying to see me. I avoided her attacks. I didn’t have a plan for what I was going to do. I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder I turned and the last thing I remember seeing was a fist.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The season for War porn has begun again….

Here we are at this dance again.

I’ve been doing damn hard to ignore it this go round. Day 1.

I spent four years on news coverage about T-money taking a piss or saying something nutty. .

I stopped giving a damn what the hellmouth news channels say about anything anymore. I have to spend to much time trying to translate the bullshit in sane speech.. I’m seeing the bullshit is already infecting YouTube front page. Even dailymotion is running the shit. The fuckers rolled Biden’s ancient ass out on a struggle streaming video. Biden is trying hard not to fall flat on his flat ass on a video I have no intention on watching.

Why?

He ain’t doing shit so anything he had to say would be mute. It’s already over. What’s happening now is a nice distraction for those still hooked on to American dreams Biden being a legitimate President and a quiet recession/depression nobody is talking about because …. look war with tits!!

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It’s only sad for the people that got to go through the shit.

I am reflective now. Still thinking stuff through. Why? Why?

How many jackasses will jerk off to hellmouth news coverage of war and pictures of Putin frowning.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Updates on the Russia and Ukraine situation….

“There will be no military confrontation between NATO and Russia,” – head of the German Bundestag Committee on Defense.

The white flag has gone up.

The war drums sound in the west and somewhere in United States of America Biden is shitting into his diaper.

In other news. The buying power of my money is going down the shitter.

Days gone to the fucking doggs…

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Strange dreams 09….

Bill. Bill. Get your ass up. You got to get to work.

I felt weird. My head felt like someone had been hammering my head with a hammer for days. I don’t remember drinking so much last night after the welcome home party.

I rolled out of my bed. I looked around to see I was in my old room back in a place that didn’t exist anymore.

“Bill. Bill. Get up now. You got to make up your rent.”

My mother. My real mother was yelling for me like always. No. No. Couldn’t all have been a dream. Damn it. Damn it to hell. I needed to get to work. I looked around my room grabbing up clothes went to bathroom washed up fast and got dressed. I looked at myself in the mirror and froze.

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Huh. Okay. That’s different.

I hurried down stairs to find my mother sitting at her seat by her computer watching a soap opera on a live stream in the kitchen. Of course she hadn’t made me breakfast. The same as always. I checked my pockets for my keys as I headed for the door and then I found the pack of cigarettes. I didn’t smoke. No. I didn’t smoke in this world. I did in the Cyberpunk’s dream realm.

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I closed the door. And took out a cigarette put it to my lips and lit it up before turning back to my mother. She was still watching her soap opera.

“You almost had me going. But, you forgot about the cigarettes.”

My mother laughed. Yeah. That was her laugh alright. She turned back to me. It was her. She glared at me. “You were supposed to ignore it like the other half-breed abominations she’s made. That bitch maker of yours just has a way of imprinting on you Airheads once you see her. It was the mirror I forgot about. You knew then. Just go to your computer repair store job. Come back with my rent. It’s much easier that way. Don’t be troublesome. She won’t be able to find you here. No one’s coming to rescue you this time or ever again.”

I laughed. “It would be better if we didn’t meet again for you. I left this life behind. I’m not interested in repeating it.”

My mother sighed. I could see her mask slipping as her true form appeared. She had soulless grey eyes. A face of black and white and lips of poison black.

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“The door is locked. Your not leaving until you submit to-“

I jumped up smashing through the fantasy into space. I felt the roar of monster behind me flying to catch up with me as I raced toward a warm hole.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Where the fuck are the movies that pay tribute to masculine energy?

Fuck John Wick.

The first movie was good for what it was but damn sure wasn’t as over the top a theme of masculine energy movie as it could have been.

Then again the edge (1997) was a fucking masterpiece. Nothing short of The Big Country (1958) can match it.

Why?

These were serious movies. That didn’t play around or attempt to deny what being a fucking man was about. BIG dick energy.

Pause.

Before the red pill philosophy came into being there was a notion of what a man is at his core. There still exists that notion. A man moves in a certain way. He can be loud and aggressively dominant in expressing his convictions or he can simply speak with a few words and be a man of action.

Both types are comfortable fighting for what matters to them. They embrace conflict on their terms.

The Big Country has a scene in it near the end when James (the main character) rides up into enemy territory to rescue a woman that is held hostage. She tries come out and tries to pretend she wants to be there because she doesn’t want James to get hurt or killed. She loves and respect James as a man.

James isn’t having it. He tells her he ain’t leaving without her. James is asked why does he care so much about the female . He was risking his life to rescue her putting his life on the line.

James doesn’t say anything. He just looks at the woman until she sees this man has laid claimed her. She is a woman has chosen to protect as his woman. Her reaction. Oh my God, he has chosen me.

She didn’t say flowery bullshit. He didn’t flowery bullshit. It was a fucking look. A look and vibe.

James goes to the gauntlet willing to battle the bitch that kidnapped his woman to the fucking death. James isn’t a white knight. James isn’t a beta bitch. It is the duty of a man to accept the consequences of your choices and embrace the conflict of life and the reality that fear and cowardice have no place in how a man moves. Men move with purpose and intentional in what they want to do.

In other words….

Big DICK ENERGY.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The Big Country (1958) there is a time and place a man chooses to kick some ass…

I fucking love this movie. It answered so many questions for me and the bigest one yet is the question about timing and finding a place to whip a man’s ass.

This movie deals masterfully about what it means to be a mother fucking man or no one or woman is supposed to control how a man moves.

This movie is one the greatest tales on what it means to be a man or a beta bitch.

Real talk.

One goes gets engaged to a female and goes west to meet her family. He’s a quiet man that once he arrives in the big country his dominance is challenged and he wins every mother fucking time.

It is my top two masculine movies of all time.

The edge (1997) is still number 1#.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

History in the moment….

Current moments….

Taxes. Bills. Distractions and more damn bills trying to sneak up on me. I ain’t got the time for a lazy kick back moments. I desire them. I just don’t have time for them.

These days I wake up 3:53 a.m. I don’t why anymore. My body perks up with a jerk and I straight out my hand looking for my phone to started with the day. I got the day in less then five hours to get to.

History in the moments…

The fall of empires. The rise of empires. The fires of distraction and digital TV dreams keep the masses at bay. They keep dreaming. They keep dreaming thinking their in reunions of happy days and the American dream empire.

It’s all for nought. It’s all for clicks and likes.

These moments. These harsh and strangely comical, whimsical moments. I laugh. I find myself frozen waiting. Just waiting for the good parts again or a good laugh.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

I don’t know if I was right or wrong about the Russia and Ukraine situation one thing is certain. Biden is fucked.

The shit is still ongoing but short of it is Putin pulled a bait and switch and achieved two things at once. Russian troops invade and there isn’t a damn thing NATO or Biden can do about because it isn’t a war officially.

Where did Putin learn how to this…he borrowed the move from the fucking American Empire, bitch.

It is what it is. We’ll see how it plays out.

I have no idea where this is going but Biden is fucked. Oh no way around it. Not only is he a weak beta bitch. This shit is the weirdest goal fuck to happen in years. All under Biden.

The current solutions by the world leaders is….

Sanctions.

Biden is fucked.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Strange dreams 08….

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I arrived at the motorcycle shop to see Scott and Wolf arguing with some asshole with flames in his eyes. I dropped down in the middle of them.

“My man. Cool it. Take a walk. Your getting to loud around my girl.” I said to him.

“Fuck you Airhead. That bitch ruined my ride. I want my money back-“

“I didn’t ruin shit asshole. Your ride needs a new battery conversion. I replaced your battery like you asked but you still need to get a new battery conversion. You dumb bitch.”

The dude’s eyes lit fire and leaned forward firing fire at her. I reacted by blowing a strong wind at his flames and pushing them back until I knocked his head back with a jerk.

“Ah. What the fuck?”

Wolf jumped ahead of me and kicked the dude in the balls twisted his arm behind his back and rammed his head into the side window of a cruiser.

Wolf dragged him out opened the door and threw him inside the crusier and threw some type of money inside. “Don’t you ever come around again for fucker or I’ll set your ride on fire.”

The dude started up his crusier and drove away fast. I flipped him off before turning to Wolf and Scott. “Well. Sorry I was late.” I said and got out a cigarette and lit it up taking a puff. “What guys been up to here?”

They stared at me. “What?”

“Sense when did you start smoking?” Wolf asked.

“Ah. Sense when did you get this sexy? Nice suit.” Scott said she said with a purred in her voice. She ran a hand down my chest.

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I frowned looking back to the white tower.

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I saw a message in the clouds above it.

Go with it. She likes the look.

I smiled but I put the cigarette out on my boot heel. ” Just a few changes.”

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Strange dreams 07….

It was the last day when I finally dreamed again.

I saw Scott standing in the streets of the dreams. She was pissed off.

“You fucking dumbass. You can fly here. WAKE THE FUCK UP!”

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I got up out of my hotel bed. I didn’t even put my shoes on. I ran out of the hotel room. I took a breath and jumped up.

I landed in the hotel pool swam to the side and was lifted out by the alien. He glared at me.

“You really are a dumbass my dude. Take a breather and think of the city. Your element will get you there.”

“My what?”

“Just do it dumbass.” He said losing patience.

I took a breath inward felt lighter as I pictured the city in my head. I felt the wind lift me up I looked up as I heard something up in the sky and I stared at the city. “What the fuck?”

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The alien laughed. “Let’s go dumbass.” He said jumping on his bike took upward riding toward glowing portal in the sky.

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I took a breath and focused my mind and leaped up and started picking speed toward the portal as I felt a sudden heat and fire racing upward to me. I wasn’t going to make it.

Fly faster. You can do it. Push.

I pushed myself faster to the opening.

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I blinked and I was in the city of dreams….

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I had to dodge several assholes in hover crusiers who didn’t give a damn about whether they ran me down.

“Out of the way Airhead.”

“Fuck you shithead.” I yelled back at him. Why the fuck do people call me that?

I flew around taking in the city until I saw it. The white tower…

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Yeah. I raced toward it.

A window door way opened on the top floor. I flew inside and stood in the room in the middle of the room. It was office room.

“Welcome to Newark City State.”

I turned and froze at the sight of my mother in her bathrobe and rollers with a cigarette in her mouth. She smiled.

I frowned. “Your not my mother. She never smiled at me.” I said.

The alien laughed and spun changing into her real form. A beautiful lady with silver blue eyes in a brown trench jacket on she closed quickly to cover her perfect naked body.

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“Hey. You made it. I was about to give up on you. But, you did it.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

“You know. Take a guess.” She said in a dreamy voice and floated around the room.

“Your some type of alien like the other one. Your the voice I kept hearing when I raced in the air. Your the reason I can fly. Why did you choose me though?”

“Your almost there. Just take the leap.” She said whispering her words sweetly.

“Your not mother….but you created me somehow.”

“Bingo. Took you long enough to see me. So what do you think?” She asked in a sky voice and looked down waiting. It wasn’t an act.

“I think your beautiful. But, why didn’t you just tell me the way here.”

“I did and I failed so I asked my younger brother Cy for help. He told me about your family and how you wouldn’t leave them behind so he helped you help them and yourself. Thank you for making it here.”

I laughed. “Your welcome. But, why do people keep calling me a Airhead.”

She blushed frowning. “My name is Air. My element is wind. I am a traveler of dimensions as are my kids. The people here call you and your brothers Airheads. I don’t like it either.”

I laughed and walked over and hugged her. She froze and then relaxed. “Thank you. I know it must have been hard for you with me being a dumbass.”

She patted my back. “Go on. Your family is waiting to hear from you. I’ll be here. They’re at the motorcycle shop.”

I nodded to her and smiled coming out her arms and raced out the window.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg