Faith

Beautiful Lady
Such Class!

So Much Class!

Religion.

Specifically: Southern Religion

More specifically: Texan Religion.

I am talking Methodists, Baptists, Church of Chist(ers)—the Entire Gamut of The Faithful.

I love all of Y’all.

No secret: “Lance is an Atheist.”

(This is well-documented.)

However, I do love AND RESPECT

All Folks of Faith.

I just do not roll that way.

Cannot.

But I love the music.

And I love the morality

(I have that too— ‘morality’—I do not need Religion to have that)

I love the culture of Faith.

I never mean to demean anyone of Faith.

My fervent wish is to never offend.

I have too much respect for Folks of Faith.

Too much respect For Fellow Texans,

most of whom are Religious.

(I was going somewhere with this post)

Probably to Hell.

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Post Script:

I have read ‘The Iliad’

And ‘The Odyssey’

And All The Norsemen—Thor–in particular.

I have read ‘Beowulf’

And The ‘King James Bible.’

All Great Mythology.

All Magnificent Literature.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but I know what I’m talking about.

(“One of these days I’ll look back and I’ll say I left in time.”)

More Facebook Philosophy

 

Dear Facebook Friends:

(Rot-row—here we go again)

“Dear FB Friends,”

I begin again.

I ‘use’ FB to flesh out new ideas for new posts.

Most never come to fruition and most of my FB posts no one ever reads.

Doesn’t matter.

I write them.

Mostly for me.

Writing is generally an exercise in futility (or vanity)

Or Both.

And yet my Facebook stream of consciousness posts often times provide fodder for some ‘real’ posts at Texantales.com

I appreciate (even though I rant and rail sometimes at Facebook for being stupid and sometimes censoring me and being stupid)

Did I say that already, “Stupid?” Mark Chuckle-Berg?

I do appreciate this platform that Facebook provides.

Provides for all of us to share our stories, however how trite and however inane (or in my case, ‘insane’) they may be.

We are privileged to be living in a world where we can talk to EVERYONE in the WORLD with a simple mouse click or a keystroke.

This is magical.

I am so happy to be some small part of this Community.

Thanks in advance for anyone who comments.

And shares your valued opinion.

This is called “Social Media.”

Let us all be social.

And generous.

And civil.

And polite.

And giving.

To those who post thoughtful stuff.

And to those who post not so thoughtful stuff.

We all have souls.

And feelings.

Be kind: Rewind

(Okay, esoteric reference to anyone who has ever spent too much of their paycheck at a Blockbuster’s Video store back-in-the-day)

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Stage Four Zero Fucks Given Syndrome

I love becoming Sixty-Three.

I have reached that stage of life whereby I can say what-ever-the-fuck I want to say.

No Consequenes.

No Reprecussions.

No Nada.

(You got some ‘Nada?’—bring it!)

What the hell anyone gonna do to me that has not already been attempted?

I give zero fucks what anyone thinks of me.

This is so….

So…

So…

So Freeing.

I want for nothing.

I desire for nothing.

I need for nothing.

I am happy.

Content.

Saited.

I love who I am.

The rest of you be damned.

And take a one-way ticket to Hell.

And Board The Express Lane.

Put your foot on the gas.

A train possessing  brakes is just not exciting for me.

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Added value from a stupid post I posted on Facebook:

Fairly certain, fairly certain, Y’all are wondering what I am ‘into’ today.

“Take your good arm.”

(Or what is left-over of your mind.)

“And just wang it down.”

“Wanging” is good for the Soul. And good for the mind. It is Freedom.

“So, You Want To Be A Writer?”

(Vid Credit: Shea et al)

“Yes, I do!”

“I write; therefore I am”

–Bastardize quote from Rene Descartes.

Pounding out shit, day after day is sometimes difficult,

but when it ‘flows,’ it is fucking magical.

And worth all the agony.

I love it!

I love it when it ‘works.’

I despise myself when it doesn’t.

But I ‘sailor’ on.

One day at a time.

“Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am.” I say, “I do not think, that is why I exist.”

    –Taisen Deshimaru

Video Credit: EssentialDegnities

 

Texas is Hell on Women and Horses (And Alcoholics)

I am struggling.

Failing.

Flailing.

Just another dead fish.

Going with the flow.

Looking for distraction.

Abstract things to fill my mind.

And take me to some happier places.

Mostly Movies

But also music.

But the booze trumps all distractions.

And makes cowards of us all.

Such an evil mistress.

She gives and She takes.

(Mostly takes.)

Tries to take my life.

I will not go quietly into that good night.

No!

Not this Cowboy!

No!

I will fight the good fight.

I will WIN!

By The Grace of God!

(Funny that. Spoken by an Atheist)

(But Looks Good in Print.)

I will expand upon these Madness Thoughts  at some future date.

Please Stand by.

As an aside… and just to pass some time

In the interim:

“There’s a “Hallelujah!” on the lips of every dying man.”

Invitation To The Blues

 

 

Back in some day.

Back in “The Day”

Right After I “Rocked Out” of BUD/s—SEAL training, I found me  on the USSSS  Useless Calaghan, DDG 994.

Having nothing better to do, I would take the bus from 32’nd Street Naval Base to Downtown San Dog.

Not much there.

‘Cept Titty-Bars.

I embraced them

Met a broad.

A Part-Time Stripper.

Just trying to get by.

We became fast friends.

Never a ‘fuck-buddy.’

Just a ‘Friend.”

We would hang out.

Sometimes on the beach.

Sometimes at Seaport Village.

Sometimes at places I cannot recall.

We were just friends.

I loved her friendship.

She always called me “Michael” 

Not sure why.

I possess an easily pronounceable name.

But she saw me as “Michael.”

I was good with that.

(I will answer to most any moniker.)