No Pants On, Dreaming of a Bottomless Brunette. u Out There Baby? Hurry up and get here before I kick your ass.
Compassion and the Other
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Internal Agreement 100 Percent Babe
Huge Things Happenin’ Here At The Loft!?!? 💖🦵✌️
“Here’s a Thought!?” A series by Damien S. Riley #09132024 – anti-aneurism analgesic
news 4 You (getting to be old hat 4 Me.) AKA “Don’t Worry Be Happy” by old Bob-By.
And that’s the truth babe! (Spits the little girl)
Conversation:
Me: Why do you love space?
Bella: Because it’s different, EMPTY!!!
Me: Great adjective choice! What you’re saying there, really, is that there are no limits to space. Your life here at the Loft is the exact same grid, babe. You create with your feelings lovely!
❤️✌️🦵 Damien S. Riley, Humorist and Philosopher
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Stop The Paranoia, Day
Okay so confession time. This is something that’s been happening to me lately a lot. I’ve been meaning to write about it, because when I write about it I pay attention to it it’s just the life of a blogger you wouldn’t know, most likely.
I’ll be missing my wallet say for example because lazy ass me didn’t put it in the drawer where it belongs. So I jump to Alzheimer’s suspicion. Then I jump to child suspicion: child stole it suspicion. And this doesn’t just happen at home this happens everywhere I go if I’m missing something I go right to blaming someone and every time I find it.
Let me repeat that: every time I feel paranoia that someone stole my s*** I find it.
So the next time I can’t find something I’m going to sit down and meditate or I’m going to forget the f*** about it because it’s going to turn up and I’m going to stop the paranoia the judging and the blaming. ✌️
