We are who we are from the series of choices we make to the outlook we choose to have in life and the gifts and talents we are innately born with.
Aggression. Can be a powerful tool in your life to help push you to your limits and others to do and become their best version. It can also be a force of destruction in your life and on others. It’s your choice.
There is nothing wrong with being aggressive if it is your nature. You have to choose how you use your nature in your life, form yourself, or destroy yourself. Know yourself and use your nature to craft your own path and craft your body and mind to your advantage in life. Whether in business, you can use aggression to pursue the deal or the big sale or martial arts and boxing to push yourself and skill for next round or big overall win.
Meditation:
This is who I am. I accept my nature. I will use it to my advantage. I will use it, push myself forward, and create harmony with me and for the benefit of the people I love.
When I was kid I was obsessed with reading,writing and video games. I had general beliefs about life and mortality.
The one thing I didn’t have was a direction or reason to work on a career. My focus was becoming a better writer.
Do I regret that?
No. I achieved my goal but I wished that I had had the experience of working a day job and starting a business on the side.
Business and Career.
I missed the bus on experiencing that shit in my 20s and early 30s though I had part time jobs here and there. I missed the grind of earning skills in that short time span of my life.
Starting a business late in life is tougher. You have to fail sooner and figure it out as you go along. Not much time for anything else or energy.
I stood outside the authority court house meeting room waiting to get a word from Dallas on whether or not the judges would allow the new evidence to be presented for our case before the day was done. I wish I could be in the meeting room with Dallas. He was nervous though I knew he could handle it. This was a big case for him. I was only happy I could-“
A loud crackle of lightning broke through the sky outside. I looked up through the window ceiling above in time to see flashes of lightning clash together. The rain started immediately and a storm raged outside.
A flash of lightning connected again and I saw two men exchange blows before the taller one knocked the other down. The man fell fast. I screamed ducking away as the man came crashing through the ceiling. Glass flew everywhere cutting into my back and cheek as the body came down to land in the center of the hallway.
I turned looking down at him. I blinked in shock at the battered bloody male body. He was young, dark hair, dark chocolate skin coded with the language of his people dressed in the fashion common to any age or youth generation of the city Newark. I knew who he was instantly. I had worked hard to avoid him and being noticed by his brethern.
I heard the sound of laughter shake the city and the elements I could only sense converging to lay claim to this realm.
I went over to him quickly gathering him in my arms and wiping away the blood and glasses on his body and face. I slapped his coded face lightly. “Wake up, you damn elemental. You can’t die out on me. Wake the hell up. Damn it.” I said and kept slapping his face now.
Nothing worked. His body was going paler by the seconds. The city shook with the monsters laughter as the Heavy Metal Dragon Cyberpunk slowly faded out of existence.
There was nothing I could do. I wasn’t what he had become. I hadn’t been good enough. He couldn’t die. I couldn’t afford for him to die.
“You can’t die. Please. I need you alive. You can’t die. Please. I need you alive. Damn it Cyberpunk LIVE!” I screamed at him and punched his chest.
A flash of light exploded between us bathing the hallway in light and fire for an instant.
Cyberpunk opened his eyes and stared at me and then he came to his feet and blinking at me in surprise. “Thanks, little Cousin. Sorry, about the change. You look great though. Later.” He said and then leaped up out of the hole in the ceiling.
I stared up wiping my face on my jacket. I felt Dallas behind me. “Did the judge accept the evidence?” I asked him not wanting him to see me. I was changed. I had no idea into what though with my luck.
“Ah. No. It’s too late. They’re sentencing him to life. So you ever plan on telling me your were a dragon/alien like Cyberpunk? Are you going to look at me?”
I sighed and turned to look at him. Dallas stared at me. I frowned at him as I rose from the floor. I noticed the change by how I stood a head taller then his 6’2 height.
I felt different. I felt…sexy, strong, powerful and by the look on Dallas’s perfect face he thought so too. I smiled at him as I shook off my jacket and brushed off the glass from my blond hair, shirt and brushed off my pants. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll get em next time. I can give you a back massage to cheer you up?”
Dallas nodded “Sounds good. Let’s go.” He said taking my hand and leading me away.
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
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.
The Princes’ Bride is one of my favorite movies has down sense I was a kid. Still a movie that holds up and has me generally thrilled and smiling at the comedy, charm and action sword fight scenes.
The man in black. My favorite hero. My favorite color.
But the battle of wits
I keep watching this scene a lot lately. I love it. Almost as much about as the sword fight. The battle against a Gamma for the prize of a female.
The archetypes my dude.
The Sigma “Lone wolf”
The Gamma “smart talking dumbass”
The battle with a dude that can’t admit he’s not as smart as he thinks he is and he’s a fucking dumbass for waging his life on whether you can guess where the poison is.
All the signs. He talks to damn much.
The man in black didn’t lie. He said, guess where the poison is. Decide and we both drink.
Out of the three. The skilled fencer. The giant. The sneaky smart talking schemer is the one that dies.
It goes to show the saying is true for all times. Never take a bet against a lone wolf and always bet on black.
There’s talk and buzz in the air for more of Robert Downey Jr’s Sherlock Holmes becoming a Television series.
Because reasons?
I watched the first shit. I found it entertaining for a moment and annoying from my memory of the interpretation.
I remember Jeremy Brett with found love and Senior affection. I can go back to that shit and find humor and real humanity in the character of Sherlock with a twisting cartoon mix.
I find it more interesting trying to think the logistics for how Robert Downey Jr came up with that weird Eng-ish London shit accent.
The site is pretty fucked up right now. My hope is people are getting the content and enjoying it. But, I don’t know because it won’t show me my updates or analytics for the day so there you go.
If you wish to know when I’m dropping a post. It’s everyday however I will put up links on gab.com and on Twitter.
Yeah. I’m back on hellmouth Twitter because there’s one dude on there I like to read his writing and I’m waiting patiently for the asshole to finally drop the link on his second book this year hopefully. My handle is…GuardianD0gg
Yeah that is a zero not an oh in the Dogg part. Anyway here’s a poem….
This word is pressing on me. It’s on the tip of my tongue.
I’m hasn’t to say
That word
To that company
That is fucking with my readers seeing my shit. They have their reasons. But, then again maybe it truly is a mistake on my part. In error in judgement on me.
Na’aw fuck that shit. I know why your fucking with me and…
The feel of nice blowing wind on my skin. A heated fresh fragrance in the air. It feels so nice. My birthday season is upon me. The trees are starting to bloom and for the moment my cares for troubling political and social winds are beating at my back.
It’s springs gentle night wind kiss tonight. This is the best time to just take a breath and breathe.
