I am an artist to my core. Always have been always will be. Creating and crafting art gives me life. It adds joy and energy to me. But this isn’t the legacy entirely I want to leave behind.
I don’t fear death. I never have. I have my beliefs about it and an after life but in all honesty I really didn’t fear death even before I came to my own beliefs about it. I didn’t fully understand why that is until I started reading philosophy and really examining the weirdness of why I don’t fear dying.
Death isn’t something to fear at all. It’s like fearing the sun rising and setting and the end of this universe whinning down to nothing.
It is what it is. As the saying goes.
I fear. No. I HATE wasting time. I hate having to figure out to late I wasted a day on some bullshit I could have not done and I could have spent a day finishing writing a book, playing on my keyboard or shooting the shit with my brother or doing another shift at my day job.
I hate wasting time. I have a purpose. I know who I am and I know where I have been and I know my death is scheduled in my Callander in the mid to late century so I want to leave something behind before I go the way of my ancestors. Yes. I am an old fuck.
I like maps. I like knowing where I am going and having a reference point to go by to get where I need to be. That’s what I want my legacy to be. I want to be a map maker. A guy that gives advice, encouragement and wisdom to people that are where I was in life or help them avoid the traps I had to dig my way out of. I’m not about bring more bullshit into this fucking world.
I’m NOT an altruistic guy either. (Altruism is some bullshit too but I’ll save that for another post) I just know what it’s like having to figure my way out of shit and nobody giving a damn to teach me or knowing how to tell me where the fucking traps where ahead in life. Some people will take my advice or encouragement. Some people can tell me to go fuck myself. I’m cool either way.
Alright what is this photo telling you. There is a story here. In every article of clothing and in the very way she leans at an angle toward the camera. The gaze. The expression of one eye brow raised.
She is relaxed but posed and focused. Nothing is out of place. Everything fits and there is a story.
Interview with Kaiah Lewis best selling author of I birthed Twelve kids and run my own damn business and Boss Bitch in Charge.
GuardianDogg: First off, I want to say you have a lovely home and very welcoming family. How you are doing today?
Kaia Lewis: Thank you. I’m quite good. My daily morning Yoga ritual was fantastic and energizing afterwards I had a lovely writing session just before your arrival. I am ready for this interview to get going.
GD: Let’s dive in then. When did you realize you wanted to be a Boss bitch? Have you always had an entrepreneur spirit?”
KL: Well yes. Though I didn’t realize my full potential until my husband obtained his first million, before then I was just a house wife with three children. Those were fun adventurous times writing on my blog and doing freelance writing gigs. I was eighteen at the time.
GD: Humble beginnings. You have a very strong pose in your writing. How long did it take for you to develop it in your writing career/business?
KL: Oh I would say right around my sixth child and my husband got into investing in the hotel business that my writing took off. I got into my stride and I started getting book deal offers suddenly and here we are.
GD: Indeed. Who is your inspiration as a writer and boss? Who has cultivated you to the success you are now? Are you a self made genius?”
KL: Oh no. I would say my husband of course. He is a very busy man between doing business deals around the world and being a father of twelve. But, he always seems to find time to blow my back out on my birthday every year with the same energy and passion he did when I was eighteen. I find that inspiring.
GD: Really?! That is amazing. Such dedication and punctual timing.
KL: I agree. Of course sense I am his personal asistent in control of his schedule I always put it in his Callender of course. I always make a commitment on my part to make sure our busy schedules line up just right.
I found the source of the strange twisting of elements in the condo in the living room. She was sitting on the floor with a blaster in her hands pointed to her own chin.
She was naked but for a brown trench coat a pair of boots and glowed with green glow that flickered on her body. She had a glassed eyes dead stare that was haunting if I didn’t hear her breathing I would think she was dead. Her hair kept switching between a jade tint to a normal brunette color. She was a new mutant in a state of shock because of her new physical state. The change had broke out on her suddenly fractured her mental level ground. She was still adjusting or trying to figure out what reality she was in.
“What are you?” She asked in a voice barely above whisper or soft husky hiss tone.
“Miss Waters. I’m Authority Dallas Page. You asked for my judgment in your case. Please, tell me your side of what happened.” I said.
She looked at me with earth shaking eyes. “What are you?” She asked again.
“I’m an archetype of Ice the Elder Dragon to Cyberpunk and the three elemental aliens. Like you are of Earth. I’m here to help you. Tell me what happened.” I carefully. I wanted to get this case going and not have to deal with the lady let alone touch her. Already I had revealed to much of myself. I couldn’t risk alienating myself more in the authorities sector or dealing with what I really was.
She smiled. It was sexy ass fuck grin. Her direct stare saw into my soul and the hidden places I didn’t dare too go. She saw the hidden secrets I haven’t even discovered. A Deadly combination. Still I could see she wasn’t entirely in control of herself. Someone else or something else was speaking through her. Her element maybe or the Earth Dragon personality. “Your not like me at all. Are you one of them? What are you?” She said commanding me now to obey her.
This wasn’t going where I wanted it to go. Already I could feel that otherside of me coming to the surface. “I am Authority. I am not here to answer your questions.. Tell me your story or I will decide your judgement here and now.” I said losing a grip on my other self.
Miss Waters blinked and stared at me with normal eyes. She dropping the weapon. I reached out my hand freezing it in a dome of ice. She stared at me as I walked over and I sat down in a chair near her.
“So…how did you end up with that blaster in your hands? Was it before or after you came into maturity.” I asked her.
Miss Waters shook her head. “I’m not a mutant elemental. It was something else. I didn’t kill Bruce.”
I held up a hand. “So..tell me what happened in a calm voice. I’m listening.”
My world building started out with this muck up design of a world of mist and colorful character center piece one off stories. I didn’t intend from the jump to craft the world or knew entirely where I was going all I had was the characters and a need to just figure out where hell everything was.
I was learning as I was going forming the world by the prospectives of the charecters. The method remains so and carries on with one new addition into 2.0….
My characters old and new interactions with one another is demystifying the world. The lingo and the verbal exchanges are telling of the world they in habit. Now. It’s time to add a little noir into the mix.
Why? Well in general Noir is a element of cyberpunk fiction I have not dived into really adding to the flavor of my world only in parts. It will be a challenge and my pose will have to come up poetic and descriptive elegance but I enjoy the thought of the challenge and besides all that…it’s time to upgrade. Degradation is a modern art form I’m on a diet of currently.
I traded blows with the blond bitch as we finally landed on the city street on top of a car. I rolled off at the same time she did and circled around to her. The Bitch backed up shooting lightning element at me from fingers.
I dodged rolled and came close to her before some asshole tackled me to the ground and started punching me with iron heavy fits. I kneed the clown in the nuts and back kicked him up in the chest knocking him.
Lightning hit me in the chest knocking me back to crusier. My body crushed into the side. I grunted from the pain and then Dallas was in front of me blasting the blond bitch’s lightning back with his element of snow and lightning from his eyes.
I used the crusier to get myself back up to my feet. “Your trying to help me against your girlfriend. I’m flattered.”
“Ex-girlfriend.” Dallas said and grimanced. “I can’t hold this bitch back forever. If your going to do something do it now.” He said.
I looked around for something to throw at her and then I looked at the crusier. I tested the weight to see if I could lift it and was a fit for my part but I finally was able to haul it up and throw it using my legs and a twist of my hips and sent it to her.
The blond bitch stopped attacking Dallas and started running as the cruiser came at her fast and crashed into her back and sandwiched her between another car.
“Nice work Cousin.” Cyberpunk said stepping out of nothing to appear before us in a strange outfit.
I’ll be taking it from here Cous. You and your man better get moving and enjoy your date.” He said walking toward where the blond bitch as she began pushing the cruiser off of her body.
“I’m not your damn cousin, alien and I’m not a damn elemental. Why the fuck did that asshole try to kill me?” I shouted at him.
“Come on. Don’t get caught up in their alien bullshit.” Dallas said.
Dallas took my hand and started pulling away to his fancy black crusier. Cyberpunk didn’t turn just waved me away with a backward hand.
“We’ll talk later little Cous. Short story is…your more then you think you are. You two run along and have sex. It’s a nice night to get laid. I might sneak over to my old lady’s place for a booty call. I’ll catch you later.” He said.
Sex?! Yeah. Sex. Fuck this shit. I hopped into the cruiser passenger side as Dallas hoped in the driver’s seat and took off down the street and then straight up into the Skyways.
I turned to Dallas. “What the fuck is going on?”
Dallas stared at the road. “The fuck I know? My guess the Aliens are fighting about some new bullshit issue and decided we have something to do with it. So Shena. You have a fantastic body. You must be sore from all that fighting and stuff. How about I give you a nice full body massage before we get down to business?”
I couldn’t believe this guy. He was extremely likeable. It was a pity I had to kill him afterward. I needed the other half of my pay after losing my dress. I had to wonder at how calm he was taking everything. “You don’t seem that unnerved by everything. This a usual day for you?”
Dallas grimanced and waved a dismissive hand he later placed on my leg. While he used his other hand to drive. “Not all the time. You handled yourself pretty well though. I’ll make it up to you. I give excellent massages.”
Yeah. This was too normal. I felt to comfortable with this man touching me. I knew without doubt in my mind.
“So…Shena Waters. Was she your wife or girlfriend?”
Dallas frowned shaking his head. “Neither. I was born and raised nomad before my pack folded. But, the old ways kept with me and you agreed with them. Your are my mate.”
“Your mate is dead. I’m her clone and my name is SheRoar.” I said.
Dallas robbed my leg. “I don’t give a damn what you call yourself. Just as long as your mean I’m good. Did I mention I have money and I’m Authority?” He said moving his hand up my leg.
Hmm. “How much money? I need a new dress and wardrobe.” I asked him.
It isn’t so common anymore. I thirst for it. I hunger for it. I find it not readily available any longer in every day conversations or in rhetorical play and argumentations infused in converstions.
True Dialectical dialogs are lost art. Few able to enter into or traverse the landscape of the deep seated truths old and common lingo of social ingrained knowledge of male roles within groups.
There are those that lead the group by right of being the faster ones to race to the top. They had carry themselves as so. They accept the responsibility of the roles. There are those that stand in second and center. They back the leadership by instinct and the nesssessity of the groups survival of the day or the need to get the project done on a timely manner. Bills have to be paid and time is a costly thing.
The fools. The fools of these modern times think to explain away the realities of the
social male hierarchy
Social sexual hierarchy.
To deny hierarchy is to deny the truth of leaders rising up with the archetypes fitting of strength excellence and masculine supremacy.
To deny the alpha is deny the Chad. Is to deny your Boss that fought to his position over the competition that was against him.
Oh my soul be moans such elementary false statements of supremely ill conceived notions of non existence of leadership within groups or group dynamics of hierarchy still existing today….
I am in a century of a confederation of dunces.
Now. In English……
You bitch dumb mother fucker-ah.
Men built this fucking world, bitch. Mother fuck-ah in reality we still rule it because we take the risks and suffer the most to get shit done keep shit moving. Men in groups evolved within group hierarchies to achieve the brilliance and wonderful present modern age we enjoy now in the first fucking world. No. Fuck it. In even in the second world and every other shit hole men still run shit.
My source to you being a Gamma is your fucking behavior in how act in relation to the fucking words I’m spitting toward you bitch mother fucka. You come at me with your dick out, bitch I’m coming at you with my fucking samurai sword.
You want the smoke I’m done. I enjoy every minute of the conflict.
Don’t come at me with that this scientist said this and this disproves your hypothesis that your not attracted to shorties you really want to fuck your mother?!
Fuck your bought and paid for bullshit wizard scientists.
I ain’t a Alpha. You dumb mother fucka. I’m an American Highlander. I cew on Iron and I spit out bullets. If you need me to explain it further then your to short and fucked out of luck for me.
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
It’s too late. It’s now 20-22 but….
The Gamma can’t stop whinning about
He’s all up in his feelings and
It’s so wrong.
He wakes every up day be-moaning
being a Man.
If you want to…
If you want to…
If you want to
Shame me and call me a little boy. Then here is my advice…..
Stay fucked! Up the ass!
Go fuck yourself!
Stay fucked. STAY FUCKED!! Up the ass!
Creeping Gamma. Go Fuck yourself.
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.
We don’t believe or follow the modern ways of things. We are La Rue. We have our own way. It is the duty of a La Rue to carry on the Legacy, heritage and traditions of our tribe. You will be required to add on to our legend and advance the legacy of our story to the next generation to come. Once you set about this course there is no turning back. Welcome to the tribe..
chorus: My whole life has changed Since you came in I knew back then You were that special one I’m so in love, so deep in love You made my life complete You are so sweet No one competes Glad you came into my life You blind me with your love With you I am in sight
You never realize something is weird as fuck or dumb as fuck to hear until you aren’t in the category of it.
Girl, you opened me I’m wide open And I’m doing things, I never do But I feel so good, I feel so good Why’d it take so long me finding you This is my story And I’m telling you It’s not fiction It’s truely a fact Without you right here having my back I really don’t know just where I’d be