Stage Four Zero Fucks Given Syndrome. And Oh Hell Yes! It is Terminal! There is NO Escape! My Brain Has Left The Building… Time To Face That Paralyzed Fact. Shit! I Hate Reality!

Cred: I Cannot Recall. Screw it! And Yes!

I Have Descended Into That…

“I Don’t Give A Flyin’ Fuk Stage of My Lie/Life—So There!

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“Just Take Yer Good Arm And Whank ‘er Down”

I Can ‘Relate’–Having Always Been A ‘Wanker’ My Own Self

(With My Apologies to All My Once-And-Future Aussie Friends

For Appropriating…

No!

Stealing!

N/M

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.

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Just For Added “Fun”

Apollo 13 | “Houston, We Have a Problem”

Fun, Bullshit Fact: (Yes! I Am Anal! The ‘Actual Line was

“Houston, We’ve had A Problem”—

It is ALWAYS Important To Me,

To Get The Fuc*Kin’ Quotes Correct.Never Even Think of Asking Me Why… It is Just Important to me…. I Steal A Lot of Shit… Off The Internet, Yet, I ALWAYS Give Credit—When I Deem it to Be True.

PPPPS:

Chuck Yeager was/is a

GREAT AMERICAN!

I Know ‘A Little about This— Having Read, And Re-Read & Re-Read Thomas Wolfe’s “The Right Stuff”

2 thoughts on “Stage Four Zero Fucks Given Syndrome. And Oh Hell Yes! It is Terminal! There is NO Escape! My Brain Has Left The Building… Time To Face That Paralyzed Fact. Shit! I Hate Reality!

  1. Oh but dear, you care a great deal what people think of you and would give your right arm to have someone hold you and make everything ok. I could be wrong, haven’t read everything yet.

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