The Creeping Gamma

The inspiration….and Redbone as follows….

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Neroke

Like I’m going to take the opinion of a person that NEVER answered my point and then kept going on a mutual circle jerk with a person that ran like a craven fucking coward the moment she tried coming at me

Which is my last point. You are nothing more than an idiotic faux intellectual Fucktard bully that thought he’d found an easy target in MGTOW that got massively butthurt and STOPPED when he found out that wasn’t the case

Take your projections shove them up your ass. YOU chose to post what you posted so deal with the consequences little boy

My response….

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It’s too late. It’s now 20-22 but….

The Gamma can’t stop whinning about

females.

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He’s all up in his feelings and

It’s so wrong.

He wakes every up day be-moaning

being a Man.

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If you want to…

Whin.

If you want to…

Cry.

If you want to

Shame me and call me a little boy. Then here is my advice…..

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Stay fucked! Up the ass!

Creeping Gamma.

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Go fuck yourself!

Ohhh

Stay fucked. STAY FUCKED!! Up the ass!

Creeping Gamma. Go Fuck yourself.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

P. S.

I’m dropping my poetry album later this year. I damn near pissed myself laughing at his enraged reply to a comment I made one fucking year ago. The dude has red pill blog were he complains about females and other shit.

Updates…conflict, wars and writing schedule

First the writing….

Alrighty…Long story short. I’m working on finishing Blue Technomancer and it’s going to take me more then a minute before I can get on to thinking about where I want the blog to go. I’m up to 24 episodes and I’m a long way from being done. The story spans several years and I’m testing my limits with new techniques. I’m having to fun of time to stop writing on it. When I finish it might be 50+ episodes.

On to conflict….

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The West is in an unofficial war with Russia that is set to have major changing with world economy and more importantly food.

1#My source 2# Shit storm 3# imports hit the wall…..

And I have eyes on the raising gas and food prices. The kicker will come when people no longer are concerned about the big screen Oled TV but finding food or growing it at their apartment.

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It is what it is…..The West (Clown World) is fucking with Russia because the reasons justify the people at the bottom suffering.. Everybody at the bottom are in for conflict. Right now it’s tight. It will get worse and people will have go through real survival in the west….again.

My thoughts….I am a man and a survivor so the times don’t move me like it did five years ago. Let alone during 2020.

I don’t say all this to be a beta bitch trying to scare you. I say….. Act with intelligence and be courageous because there is no other option.

There really isn’t no other option in my mind. All I have to do is look back at the play book of people that did it in the past and my own and take notes and take action.

That said I started out this year with with several goals. One of those goals is to make more money…..

I have already succeeded in that goal twice over. The challenge now is fast can I get to 12 grand a week? I’m not there yet but I know there is a cheat code I’m missing that will work for me.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

An example of what sucessessful looks like and what a fucking around looks like…..

This story is complete bullshit. But, the meaning is real talk.

So I’m hanging with my friend Eddie at the coffee shop talking about the boners pills he was thinking of getting.

“Your getting vigara pills. You look so young.”

Holy shit. I turn to see Lisa, a 5’5 shorty the waiter looking at my friend trying not to laugh. I noticed he didn’t have a tray with my coffee.

“Get the fuck to the back and get me my damn coffee with wallnut creamer.”

Lisa rolled her eyes at me but went to the back to get my shit. I turned to Eddie. “Mother fucker your old ass needs to be about your purpose. You 37 bro, damn near 40. We talked about this bro. What’s your goal?”

Eddie was staring at Lisa’s retreating backside and looked at me. “Dogg. You hitten that up?”

My right hand was itching to slap the piss out of him. “Fuck her. What’s the goal?”

Eddie sighed. “To get my readership up on my blog and gain more clients on Fiverr. I know but It’s hard writing everyday and I’m not making anything on Fiverr. It’s not going anywhere. What’s wrong with me trying out some boner pills with my old lady?”

I stared at him. “I told you it would be hard the first year. You got to push past that feelings shit and grind your way to the top. Your an excellent writer. Your funny and can write about a lot of topics. It ain’t about the boner pills your trying to give up on the game.”

Eddie glared at me. “It ain’t no game. I got bills to pay and the shit ain’t paying fast enough for me. It’s a great hobby but-“

“Oh your a blogger.” Lisa said in a condescending nice tone.

Eddie smiled like a fool looking for pussy. “I sure do baby girl. I write about world news and do poetry.”

Lisa gave him a pretty smile she gave everyone. “Ah. Your a poet. That’s so cute. How much does poetry make nowadays?”

Eddie blushed and looked down. “Well I don’t just write poetry. I do work as a manager at a company.”

Lisa nodded. “I see. Well writing is a great little hobby.”

Holy shit. No this bitch didn’t.

“A. Get your ass back to the counter or the back of the store. Either way see your ass out of men conversation.”

Lisa made a face. “I wasn’t being mean I’m just being nice to your friend.”

“Your being a condescending nosy asshole. I told you before not get in men business. Now see your way out of it before you get yourself into some real shit.” I said turning her to the counter and slapping her ass to get her on the way.

She started moving giving a side glare before hurrying away I turned away from her to Eddie who was gawking at me.

“Fuck what she said. You can make serious money writing and you got the talent but you got to grind my dude. You ain’t getting any younger.”

“Holy shit. How the fuck are you smashing that young little thing?”

“Get your mind on the game and off the box. I told you, fuck the hoes and fuck your feelings. It’s about being on your purpose my dude. You always wanted to be a professional writer. It’s your dream. This is the time. You got to work more to achieve your goal.”

Eddie stared at me. “Are you smashing her?”

I stared at him. “I don’t answer stupid questions. She’s number three on my list. My purpose is number one. She can easily be bumped off the list entirely because I ain’t got time for boner pills or feelings or the bullshit. I’m getting the bag. What about you?”

Eddie looked at me and sighed. “Damn it. I got to find clients on fiverr and write more posts today.”

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Real talk. Stop simping. There is a 5’5 shorty out there that wants you to fuck her. You need to find this chicka

Man I’m an old fuck. I don’t understand this simping shit. Women don’t want to be worshipped they want to be fucked by a dude with big dick energy.

Real talk. Okay so your bad at the dating shit. Practice my dude or dude try this. Notice the chicka that looks at you for long moments when you talk and smiles at you and tries her best not to be a bitch but she is encouraging and is comfortable being close. If you take her by the hand and lead her to a place to sit down. Fuck do I need to go on.

My advice. Don’t get in her way my dude. She’s trying to figure out if you have a nice bed or a steady table to put her on.

I’m dead ass…

Serious. My dude. You don’t have to try hard or dress in a suit. She wants you. You just need to pay fucking attention.

This chicka wants you to fuck her. She wants to bare your fucking kids. I’ve had this shit happened to me in public around my chosen preference 5’5 shorties.

I love me a shorty. The first shorty I smiled down at froze a moment and then blinked up at me and then blushed.  I had on a T-shirt and blue jeans and run over sneakers. Fuck I don’t think Obama was in office.

Real talk. Don’t worship. Find a chicka that wants you to fuck her and please don’t say some dumbass line to get in her way. Laughter excites them. Bullshit little dick simp energy puts them off.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

The art of the mystery in fiction and otherwise (writing craft) A lesson from Sherlock Holmes

I have weird periods now where I can go months without reading anything new but one series of books and stories.

Sherlock Holmes.

I’m not even that much a mystery buff but the style of stories and the way the mystery for each tale is laid out aways pulls back to reading SH adventures.

I just like the way the mystery is laid out. You the reader are presented the tale and put on the road to discovering what the answer to the mystery at a great pace nothing is given away until the last possible moment.

Side note: I hate mysteries or stories where you feel no give a damn about because the mystery is just filler for the charecter.

I find myself thinking about this a lot now that I’m writing my own set of mystery tales that are charecter driven.

You (the writer) create a charecter the fiction world presents him a problem and the world raises the takes for him making it personal for him to discover or uncover what the hell is going on. You (the reader) him (the character) are on a journey of discovery and adventure.

I find myself as the writer having a cloudy vision for what the hell is going to happen when the focus is on character. That’s a problem for me though I know the ending.

The beginning is a sun raise and the ending is a sun set but the shit that happens in the middle always frustrates me. You don’t know what will happen in the middle to connect it all. It is the challenge of mystery or writing fiction for me.

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

I feel most lively in that creative process of the middle of the rocky road heading to the end.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Someone told me I can’t afford something…my response is challenge accepted

Listen, if life is easy for you and you were raised with wealth and got the hot ass shorty easily ignore my post your doing fine.

Life is conflict for me. There always is something standing in the way of what I want or some person or bullshit brain washing about who I am and what I’m supposed to be or like. I have to fight against the shit every day in the country of my birth.

Fuck, my own fucking thoughts and self doubts can be against me at times. I still have to fight on for one purpose.

Fuck the bullshit I got shit I got to get done.

That’s it. I got shit I got to get done. If you want to do something and your shit at it from the jump then you need to work at it until you reach a capable level or give the shit up because it wasn’t important enough to fight to be better at doing.

My one ambition sense I was twelve was to reach a level of mastery that the words I put to pen and paper or doc file and font size convey my seriousness to the craft of writing.

That spirit lives on in my life in other roads of conflict I travel on now. When something means to you how hard are you willing to fight to claim it, to keep it, to master it, to earn it and to hold it?

I ask myself though before I get into the ring of conflict and accept the possibility of failure and defeat and the bullshit aftermath of self doubt demons haunting me in my sleep and waking hours.

Do you give a damn?

If the answer is anything but challenge accepted then I know it ain’t worth the bullshit. I can walk away gladly because it’s one less conflict I can add to the series of battles I’m currently in. I can forgo the bullshit if it means nothing to me but if is the former then my feet are already leading me into the field of blood and battle. Win or lose I wouldn’t have any other way. Because I will fight until the bloody fucking end for someone or something that means everything to me.

I never grew from the few times in my life when everything was at peace. I grew when I got my first kick to the face. I grew when I had to go to the hospital and see my dying mother even when I didn’t want to. I grew in my years of isolation and days of despair as I had to push my mind out of the fog of darkness around my mind.

Conflict. It is the air I breath and water I swim.

I embrace that because I know what it’s like to try to run from it. You can’t avoid it if is on the other side of the door of conflict means everything to you.

You’ll know. When you give a damn.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg