“Stage Four Zero Fucks Given Syndrome”
Visit the End for my Vitriol on Word-Depressed.

Little Too Edgy?
You shoulda taken that left Turn at Albuquerque
Song, Brilliant Song:
“Zero Fucks Given”
Vid Cred: ThePicturebooksTV
“Take your good arm and just wang it down.”
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.
Or Palookaville!
One Way Ticket to Palookaville
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.
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Author’s Addendum:
“I Been ‘wangin’ down shit all of my life.”
Since WordPress is even more fucked up than me.
I just drop this in here.
Fucking choice do I have, WP?
I hate your company.
I truly do.
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The best scene from the movie (IMHO):
Yeager and Glennis

A Real Man Dedicated to His Love of a Real Woman

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Added ‘Bonus’ Clip: