I used to live my life on autopilot looking for chances for someone to give me a chance to get to be who I wanted to be. To get where I wanted to go. The day I started living was the day I started putting the responsibility on myself to actively play to win.
LIFE IS A GAME
I was late to this thought process in my life in the second stage but I wasn’t late to the concept of gaming. I’ve been a gamer all my life. The game of life has end goal and set timer for when your part in it will be over. I’ve never been afraid of dying or the afterlife.
PURPOSE
That’s what I care about. I’ve always cared about.
“Un intentional life isn’t a life at all” – unknown.
I don’t know who said it. It’s the thought or idea of living without a sense of intention was the thought or feeling that I was afraid. Not living to be engaged in what I am doing while I’m awake.
I have to have a goal. We all have to have a direction for the course we’re on in life. It’s what makes life’s moments mean something. Purpose and intention.
I reflect on this from time to time. I remind myself with books, videos and art, philosophy to remind myself. I need… to
FOCUS ON THE WIN
I’m not trying to do a lot. I’m trying to focus on my attention on the win and reasons for why I do what I do. That’s the mindset I have. I WANT TO WIN AND I’M GOING TO WIN.
No matter what trials or difficulties I have in life. I am going to rise up to the top and win. I have coasted through my life in the past but one thing was always the same. Whether they be challenges or challengers to my own process nothing has ever stopped me from doing what I got a focus or determination to do and I encourage anyone around with the same message….
Don’t quit. PLAY TO WIN.
I leave you with this video below. It is a favorite moment in a great Chinese epic drama. One man against the forces of nature and a QUEEN BITCH OF THE EAST that want to see him fail and die against a challenge for his life.
That’s a headline you will never, never and I mean
Ever
see in a news media stream or hellmouth exclusive. But, that’s the condition we’re in. In these days that have gone to the fucking dogs.
Holy fuck.
This shit has gone on a while. I took a break from giving a damn because nobody gives a damn anymore about living in reality. Clown world is everyone’s favorite devil mouse magic kingdom of the world so…
fuck it.
I might as well have a little fun, poke a little fun. The US of A and Western NATO countries have been supporting the Ukraine with Twitter posts, money and weapons and pretending….
“Na’aw son we ain’t beefing with you, Russia.”
“Mother fucka you supplying arms and money to the dude I’m in war with bitch this ain’t no candy land game.”
“I don’t care what you say Russia. My truth says I’m the good guy. I have a big dick and I ain’t trying to hurt nobody now give me some vodka.”
Holy shit. I can’t this shit seriously. Beta Bitch Biden is the fucking President of the United States of America.
The most trusted man in America. The most noble and strong man of the 21st century my dude. The Black folks kiss the fucking ground this bitch walks on and the Ukraine has already beaten mother Russia. Let me remind you.. The government was right about the VAX.
This shit is fucking comedy gold.
It’s just a matter of time before the Angel dust is cleared away from these fuckers Eyes. I feel it. Conflict is coming. Reality is making a axe kick comeback to these fuckers minds. Sweet Jesus.. Look at her don’t she look like a bad bitch…
The sexist slaves are the millionaire basketball artists who run up and down a court straining their bodies to the limit and accumulating a host of injuries for the entertainment of poor folks. Who in turn spend what little they have for the sense that it matters to their very being who wins or loses a single game.
This is not hate. This the reality. Basketball in general is one of the highest paying slave employeement systems in America and I’m not excluding the other sports. All sports in general serve serve as a business of performance art in motion.
Go with me down the rabbit hole of my American clown world experience. It all starts in the American (goverment) public school system.
We are not taught to be individuals who buy and trade and own our own businesses. We are taught by the structure of said system itself to be 20th century factory workers. I’m not saying anything new.
There is still a chain tying person to a system of control that predetermined that you work FOR money to get Stuff. To pay for stuff to buy more stuff to work for more money to leverage credit to buy more shit to pay for more shit to work for more money…etc. It’s a cycle. A endless cycle or wheel of bullshit.
So what’s the solution?
Learn a skill > become export in skill while working a sexy enslavement gig > market yourself as export over time > invest in yourself > become a business > make money > make money > make money > etc.
Vince was just getting through the written accounts of what happened about the Orc girl and the Orc that wanted her when Mini came into his office.
“The clients are here. Mr. Delta is greeting them at the conference room.” She said.
Vince got up and put on his suit jacket. He walked down the hall to the meeting room. He came up short for few seconds and frowned at the thick two ladies in silk dresses and the giant Black Orc standing with them.
Andrew was talking to them. Vince didn’t know which one was the younger or older but he catch sight of the taller female’s pin attached to her right breasts side of her dress. It was a golden O. Vince knew that pin and where she would have gotten it. He looked at the male who was watching him and he saw a double H on his suit pocket.
Vince frowned as confusion turned to mild rage. He kept himself in check though. He held out two fingers pushed together to the Orc.
The Orc blinked but returned the jester and held out his hand. Vince clasped his the other male’s forearm and stared at him.
“We ride together…” Vince began
The Orc nodded. “Your battle is my battle…”
“Your enemy is mean to destroy..” Vince said.
“…the riders ride together…” the Orc said.
“…forever. I am Rider Rafe. My given name is Vince of the house Delta.” Vince said in their furturnity language.
“I am Rider Raven. My given name is Ran Ross, it is pleasure to meet another brother.” The Orc said.
Vince eyed him but nodded and let go of his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Ross. I’m sure my grandfather has treated you well I will be representing you in your conflict with the enemy. Though I don’t see a need to bring to court once I have a chat with the enemy I’m sure I can bring things to a reasonable end.” He said.
His grandfather rolled his eyes at him but Ross eyeing him. “That is not how I want to saddle matters?”
Vince raised an eye brow. “Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes? He comes from a large family and there are complications. It is better to handle this without starting a damn war the rest of the brothers would have to join in.” Ross said.
Vince scatched his chin. “We need to talk. Come inside. Andrew show the ladies around the place, Mr. Ross and I have to have a private discussion.” He said.
“Excuse me.” Miss Ross said stepping in his way. “This matter concerns me. I have a right to be in the conversations.” Ahlar said.
“Your an Omega. What year did you graduate? You sound and look very young.” Vince asked.
”I’m Twenty-two and I’m a lawyer in magical contracts.” She said.
Vince stared at her. “How old are you in human years?” He asked.
“She is eighteen and a virgin.” Ross said.
Ahlar blushed at her father’s blunt and short reply. “That has no baring on the case. I am an adult and have graduated. We need is a temporary alliance.” Ahlar said.
Vince stared at her. “I have a few matters to discuss with your father regarding double H matters.”
“Which can wait. I wish to discuss the case first. I am your client.” She said.
Vince rubbed his chin and nodded. “Please proceed inside. I have a few questions regarding how this situation started.” He said.
Ahlar nodded and walked inside back stiff. Vince closed his eyes to keep from staring at her ass and counted to ten. He opened his eyes to see the mother looking at him. He bowed to her. “Mrs. Ross.”
“Please call me. Daisy.” She said and the reached forward to trace a finger on the breast pocket of where he had to double H’s swine on his jacket pocket. She held her finger to the letters. “What year did you pledge to the horse men?”
“02. I’m a bit surprised to meet a pedge brother and a sister house.” He said with a question in his voice.
She looked at him. “No. We didn’t know either. Horsemen have several branches throughout the country and in Europe and we were expecting to be dealing with your elder brother.” She said.
“My brother had business to see to so the honor of helping you falls to me sister Daisy.” He said.
“If this can be dealt with legally in single match it would be best.” She said.
“If that is how you wish it to be then I abide by your wishes sister.” Vince said and took her hand bowing over it.
Daisy’s eyes seemed to dance. “Thank you horseman. It is a delight to see the horsemen of the west are as charming as the ones of Europe.” She said and proceeded inside.
Vince turned to Ron. “Damn you certainly chose wisely. Would you like a drink or cigar?”
Ron shook his head. “Later. I want to get this shit over with so we can talk in private.” He said walking inside.
Andrew caught Vince’s shoulder and moved in close to his right ear. “How the fuck do you know these people?” He whispered to him.
Vince stared at him. “I don’t. Ron is apart of my fraternity and his wife and daughter are apart of my sister house. Let’s go. I need to hear the story to this shit now.” He said shrugging off Andrew’s grip.
I worked hard to achieve steps to becoming a better writer. I didn’t start out with flavor or flow. I started with a goal and steps I took to achieving that goal were being a reader and writing habitual.
I fail a lot. But I don’t worry about failure being a stop gap to me achieving my goals. I look at failure as progress. You have to try. You have to make the attempt or you’ll get no where to achieving what you want to build.
I know when I’m not progressing because I’m not trying.
“Build a life. You don’t need a vacation from.” – Rob Hill Sr.
There are somethings in life you have to do. There are somethings that just have to get done when you don’t want to do them. But, is the sum total of life supposed to be this way?
Maybe.
Why would a dude. Do something he doesn’t want to do when he doesn’t want to do it? Well because there is a result that would follow afterward that is the result he wants.
Peace. Happiness. An end to bullshit situation. I’m thinking about this shit a lot lately because mainly I want to put myself in a situation eventually where I won’t have to think of a vacation.
I would be in a situation that was indicative of the kind of life I would enjoy with those same type of vacation vibes.
I’m still looking for that sweat spot of writing, work and the natural high of living.
It’s a interesting time to be alive. Everywhere you go on the innerwebs, in real life and in the clown world that is the News and White house press room you hear the same old same old song.
Get ready. There’s shit and it’s about to hit the fan….again.
I’m kinda in my world right now or more to the point making my own worlds of entertainment and possible financial elevation to higher still positions.
I’m headed into the web comics business. Just got my digital tablet and pen. I have no talent as of yet for drawing in general but fuck all that I got a story. I have one to many stories all swimming in my head to tell. Some times. You need a different way of telling that story that will tickle the fancy of hears all around.
What the hell….I’m bard and I’ve got a story and song to sing.
So yeah. I’ve away a bit and working a lot and reflecting on 2022 my mistakes and my wins. I total shit up and I think to myself….
Hot damn! What a time to be alive. If you can’t tell by now I am a thinker and a man that is on a general move to improving myself and trying to make the most of my time here on earth in this frame I’m in toward not being somebody elses burden. I want to be on my own square doing my own thing and trying to impart what I’ve learned so far. I’m a work in progress.
I didn’t really give a damn at first. But, seeing a billion or rich man be whipped to submission and put back in his submissive place of wealth without power to his masters.
Ye is a slave. You may like Ye. I don’t give a fuck. He is a mother fucking billionaire slave my dude. This is the comedy of days gone to the fucking doggs.
I got thoughts. Several thoughts. I learned something. No. I’m reminded of two things specifically I learned during the pandemic covid mask bullshit.
When you are a slave to your passions, your stuff and your ego, whatever you have a price your willing to pay and most importantly…
If you do believe in anything. I mean really believe in anything you are less inclined to sell your soul for fancy pants and a pair diamond laced sneakers.
I’m not saying don’t go after the bag or get your money or any of that bullshit. I’m asking you honestly do you want to be somebody’s bitch?
I get it. Some times you got to be depolomatic in life but the fucking dude got his ass handed to him for talking about Lord Voldermort??
Real talk. You can’t talk shit about em. You can’t say anything let alone speak the name that makes grown man piss themselves to sleep at night if it is whispered in their ear.
This shit is silly as fuck!
I can’t. I can’t handle this shit. This is reality?! Holy shit.
Mother fucka’s are having his paper and repetition fucked with because he was crying about the fucking the Lords and Lady’s of the fucking west owning his slave ass.
Now. I grew up around the Jewish community. You say jew I think someone who wear’s a black suit, pimp hat and wants to be left the fuck alone to be who they are talk Russian all damn day.
Ye and rest of the fucking world says jew. I think. Lord Voldermort. I grew up reading Harry Potter. The shit sound the fucking same.. The fuck?!
I think the world means the financial merchant technocrats. That’s obivous but no one gives a fuck about the sky being blue.. but all of it sounds like whinning to me from the lips of slaves with boots on their necks.
No. I don’t give a fuck he said some shit about the royalty that rule the fucking west. I don’t give a fuck and neither will anybody else when it’s two months from now if not two days.
It’s a lesson though. Do your own thing and don’t be beholden to anybody for how you get your bread or feed your damn kids.
I’m sorry. No. I’m not sorry. Ye got the shit test. People will say he kissed the ring because black people didn’t support him….
Bitch please.
If he wanted to be free he should have walked the fuck away and expected to lose it all so he could start over again. There are only two options 1. a boot on your neck or 2. bounce.
Ye will probably bounce back and get more wealth and fancy pants from all this. But, he’s still a slave. That’s just the way it is. Would I be any different though if I was given the choice?
I don’t know. I’m weird though. I don’t like the idea of being somebody’s bitch or people taking me for a sucka they can turn out. I would rather be left the fuck alone.
Conflict. It’s in the air we breathe and water we swim in. Personally, I prefer to vamp it and blow out sweet pain and free thinking.
“How did you become a chief administrator?” Amber asked as she took a hold of my bent arm.
I guided her down the street toward my old apartment building that was still two blocks from true cave residence. I wondered when I would be able to take her to my real residence. I would give it a little more time I decided.
“Hmm. Interestingly enough I was hired for the position after I finished my studies abound in my late twenties. I applied for the position when I return back after getting my doctorate in medicine and criminal justice in Iron born. I was still had the position when His majesty Foxx Drakescape was around before the war. When did you first arrive here?”
Amber stared at me with wide eyes. “You’ve been to the sky kingdom? What was it like? Do the people there actually have wings?”
I smiled seeing the youthful delight and interest in her eyes and the strange notion she had of bird people. He had an idea who she got the idea from. “So you traveled here on Jameson’s floating yakt?”
Amber blinked in surprise. “You know of Lord Jameson the explorer?”
I laughed softly and nodded. “Yes. He studied with me at the top university in Iron Born though he lost interest quickly enough in our second year and took to being quite the wander of the skies.”
Amber grinned at me. “Tell me my Lord what are the Iron Born winked people like. Do they had rainbow winks as Jameson told me about? What was living in Iron Born like?”
I kept back laughter at her Senser look of interests and silly dreams in her eyes. “It was…educational and a big impact on me growing into the man I am today. But, no. The people there aren’t bird people. They use modern technology to propell themselves through great landscapes across the known seven kingdoms. They are for the most part humans. Though that will change in the course of a few more centuries. When did you arrive here my dear? Are you on vacation?”
Amber looked like she wanted to ask more about Iron Born but stopped herself. “I came here on holiday two weeks ago. I saw your add in the post. I was interested in the position and honestly I wanted to meet you.”
I raised an eye brow. “Me? Really. I wonder why?”
“You are one of the last Dracoians still in the city responsible for defeating the ancient Dracoian king.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ancient king? Foxx was only sixty-six years old when he was defeated by the allied forces of the guardsmen.”
Amber stared at me silently. “In human years he was rumored to be six hundred years old.”
I shrugged. “True enough for humans but Dracoians and half/drakes aren’t human. By Drakescape standards he wasn’t really that old at all. Have you ever been married before today?”
Amber frowned at me. “No. I haven’t and we haven’t married yet let alone had a grand wedding or registered our marriage with town records or elders here and aboard in Fair Gale.”
I shook my head. “In that you would be wrong my dear. The rules here are much more similar. So you are a virgin?” I said.
Amber’s cheeks turned a lovely pink warm glow as she glared at me. “I am Lady my lord….though I am a much old…” Amber closed her mouth looking away. I caught what she had been about to say.
Hmm. So she is much older then said she was. I kept walking. Amber said nothing but she wrapped both her arms around my forearm holding on to me tightly. “Amber. You must understand something about my people or more to the point myself. I am a very direct man and harsh when I am crossed. Once you agreed to be mean that is the end of it for me. However, if you are not inclined to stay by my side then you may leave as you please. I will not chase after you.”
“When are we to married?” She asked.
“We already are.” I told her. “Once you took hold of my arm and allowed me to lead you. To my people are to the law the deed is done. It is the drakescape way.”
Amber was frowning and looked at young paper boy and singled to him to come. He came over in a hurry. “Yes Ma’mum. What can I do for you?”
The boy bowed to me. I fished out a few crowns and gave him some for a paper. The boy handed me a paper.
Amber focused on the boy. “Boy. Is it the way here now that gentlemen marry by simple choosing a lady and walking with her?”
The boy nodded without looking at me. “Yes, Ma’mum. That is the way of. It’s a new law new drakescape made regarding men and females. It was passed quite recently indeed.” He said nodding his head and then he took off running seeing another man waving to him for a paper.
I started walking off leading her away. Amber still looked uncertain. “Do you wish to ask around more?”
“Yes. I do.” Amber said quickly. “If you don’t mind Sir. My Lord.” She said softly.
I shook my head. “I don’t mind at all dear.”
The next random meetings with my people all went the same. No one said a word otherwise to the new special license I had just crafted out of thin air. But, really what would they had said. It was the truth. Drakescape didn’t give a tuss about marriage licenses. Mating was the same as it always been sense the beginning.
We finally made it to my apartment building. I turned to Amber opening the door and holding it up for her. “Are you ready?”
Amber stared at me. “My Lord. I would like a wedding. A public wedding. This Saturday.”
I raised an eye brow. “I’m fine with that arrangement. There is no reason to be nervous. I will do what I can to make you at ease.” I said.
It’s a real problem. I was a weird kid growing up dreaming of being an old fuck reading a whole bunch of books and listening to music in the background….
I am half way there. I just have to find the means to break away days for it. It’s hard in these digital era days. But, it’s a weird as fuck dream I have that won’t go away.
Days Gone Dogg 