Ethic is a good boy. It says that a slave sees a master, and says, "I may not have that." A master sees a slave and says, "I can not have that." A free man, says, "I will have that, or I will not have that, how do I know?"

Child Support has a difficult path to reach the child. A lot of hands need to be fed to transfer that money from one point to another. The way this works is taking all money and allowing it to gather time and interest through economical standards eventually reaching the child in a pure debt free value. Normally much smaller than the initial investment of the parent, but definitely paying for it. If nothing is paid, then love and mercy goes into an account, and interest payments are awarded.
The concept that we can save and gather all interest on the dime of the U.S. banking system is wonderful. But the banker would always be within debt, yet always having money. Completely at mercy of the government system and economy that I speak of.

The ideal behind his imagination is very simple.
Their is to be a wall built around the United States.
Due to the grip of the U.S. over the worlds affairs, the costs of the wall around our country would resemble the programmed movie "Babylon A.D."
This is an attempt at the New World Order's promise to the public.
We will build this wall, and take out by marshal law all the worst. (Remember the book 1984, fear, hysteria, terror. <- But be aware of the education in high school, the forcing of this upon all of you.)
The Jobs are created the Money is their. Peace. Security.
Then everyone that wants to get into the United States would need to pay to get in!
But if we knew this now, how could it ever be profitable?
How could you ever be profitable?
My question is, how is Steel harder than what you would need to build to keep us out?
We are legion.
You are weaker than us.
I am bored, and attempting to show you all the facade of this reality.

The Mexican president is simply stating that you will not pay right now.
But what happens when the United States attempts to force you into slavery like the Pharaohs did the Hebrews? (Was it real? Was it reality?)
What happens when the wall is guarded with bullets that choose your children?
Terrorism is as close as the mind can grasp.
This is no bed time story, this is reality. We make it. Do not choose it for us.
What good will a wall be? Except for the pockets of those who built it, that is what they all say.
That is what we all say before we steal your soul.
I imagine that love is merely a taste for money.
I do this for my own profit, to be a prophet, and to give my profit away as prophecy.
Suck my skinny white cock. #DonaldTrump

Just want to let you know, I only crow when I am Peter Pan, I have no dark secret you can reveal to discredit me, I am terronies worst nightmare and I cannot even spell or grammer right. So write this shit down. Either agree or disagree. You build that wall, taxes will disappear, and the world will go green.

The reality of the situation is that the form of individual bodies begins to state that upon the entering of a yearly hormonal awakening that may or may not be established by pure imagination shows us that if a woman's age is on the clock she is a woman. Where as a man would reach maturity near the age of twenty. However, the establishment set before us shows that there is a good and bad determined by individual preferences. This preference is therefore set upon the previous installments of belief and further tampered with by the imagination of all individuals who seek out the enlightenment of other possibilities. Lioness thinking is as simple as this;

If a porn star dating a porn star sees that their relationship is only because of sex, then how could a porn star and a porn star watch a video of each other having sex and not answer questions about themselves further seeking out enlightenment of their activities and preferences with each other.

Being that God exists.
My God says, "Your God does not exist."
God says, "O"...
So is that 'K?'
Or can,
I be?
I
...
Or may One be questioning continually...
Being the Gate is being the Keeper of the Gate.
Gates have a key, saying, "Shut up, I have the key!"
'Does not really help.', said the 'God.'

Being that God does not exist.
Your God says, "My God does exist!"
God says, "Ok..."
"Hello?!?? Can anyone hear me?!?! Am I alone!!!!!!!!!!/?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!111.........."
Then the beginning of the story written here begins from the start.

http://9gag.com/tv/p/aZ1vRo/japan-mushroom-candy-commercial

Before the start of it all there was a beginning.
Or there was not one.
Either way we all get our way.

B.O.E.

Begin Or End...

So Some Say Sa-ta-an meant Bringer of Light, because you either want to Go or Stop, but you always want to Go because you might want to can Stop.

S.S.S.S. B.L. G.S.G.S

Super States Suspended Stupidly Bring Light Gaseous-ly Suddenly Going South.

It may sound sane, but it is entirely in-sane.

I assure you that as long as North is South and South is North, we will live.

But if that is ever true, we may die, to be reborn.

This is the parable of Christ Jesus our Lord, and savior Jesus Christ of Lucifer.

Which is the truth, but full of lies. Just like your faggot ass is full of maggots.

My point is, if you measure your dick with your best friends dick, be careful what you say your dick is. Because it might just get stuck that way.

If you are confused, take a second to not remember anything and pretend like it never happened like Lot; do not try and put out the hot coals, allow them to scold. But we still want the volunteer firemen because that fire is making your pussy dripping hot.

I hope you all realize this is how you look when you try and show me religion.

Honestly it is in the fabric of the universe, but be careful with the temptations. Because Earth, Wind, and, Fire might swoosh up and steal your testicles and transform you into a Bruce. Hey look Freddie Mercury made a return.

I love you. -Jayden Damn It, stop wearing Dresses!-

Hey Jim, tell Lord Fardgwodth that Shrek wants his Carrot back.

No really if Google picks this up as spam in its filter Google needs some improvements.

Okay but if Spun text could be the most Unspun Text, then how is human randomness even real?

What is real except for the money that I do not have in my pocket for letting you all read this.

See what I mean?

Thanks for the donations, I'm going to get intoxicated as much as legally allowed with a camera duct taped to my forehead for shits and giggles, if I get shot, killed, raped, knifed, loved, found in a coma, etc. Then blame Satan.

If not, I assume a majority of the world will be filled with a mixture of emotion that they will be unable to truly decipher, and in essence lend true value to my art form.

Imagine how Michael Jackson felt.

Fuck y'all legion dick suckin' looking faggots't trying to hate on a brother.

In all reality simply existing is a sin in all eyes, so be humble and make your means however which way you can. Keep what you can to yourself. And hope that the ghosts and ghouls do not eat your soul in your sleep.

Then again I am trying to catch some gnarly trip on my adventures, on video, and off. So please stay out of my bunk bed, before I fuck you until your hips break. And if you are into that, drop a comment we should start a porn flick or something.

"I find that I have had a bad understand of what the joy and happiness is within my life. I look out of my eyes and see this perception of reality that I never really liked. Things are this way, things are that way, but somehow they are never what I wanted. So I began to look for myself. I searched far and wide, and I always ended up in one place. So now I work on allowing my ego to flow away from me, and focus on the joy of my daily life."

We heard noises stuff shuffling people moving to get to events they felt they needed to be at. We knew we were tired, the reason why wasn't quite with us then, but now we know it was from staying up late the night before, like I plan on doing again now. Sleep seemed to stick to me a while longer. At, about, 10:30 am my Mother wakes me up; "Hey! You don't you have an appointment at 11am?"
"What time is it?"
"Not 11am.", responds my Mother.
 I feel the shock setting in of needing to get out of bed or be stuck with another strike on my, wait I do not have a permanent record that will follow me around, I am tired I want to sleep right now.
"Seriously, what time is it?" I repeated with frustration lingering on my breath.
"It is 10:37am", she says throwing the note from Kaiser towards the table in front of me.
I grab at the note quickly glancing over the information, picking up the 11am appointment time. My mind races, I need to get there right now, a wave of disappointment strikes me at the awareness that I could not get there on time if I wanted. My calmness breaks in the persistence of my sleepless state.
"Why would you wake me up now if you knew I would not be able to get their on time?" I spill out.
"I did wake you up?!" She responds.
"But why wake me up late?"
"Well if you want to get your Disability, you can't miss any appointments." Mother beckons at me.
"Well I cannot make it their either way, I do not have enough time." Referencing the lack of transportation available to myself.
"You can take the bike, just be careful." She says.
The emotional conversion between anger and joy makes me spew out explanations, "Do not worry, I'll go slow, and be extra safe."
I spend a few seconds debating showering, realizing I won't have the time to do that properly, I run up stairs take my medications, change my clothes, and spray on some of my favorite cologne from Dior.
I grab my trusty bug-out bag pack that has all my needed supplies, my phone, and I jog to the garage for the bike. Now this $100.00 Walmart bike might not seem like much with its female frame, ocean green theme, and white basket attached to the front, but it is all in the way you ride it.
I see this bike at this moment as the savior of my life, my Mother as the savior of my life, I see all the events as abundant of truth.
I take off from my house. Down the street then I make a hard left. Jamming across the street quickly because of a lack of lights near. I have a keen sense that there is a shield guiding me along my journey to my destination. However, I want to feel "sane" so I constantly check my mental math.
"Make sure to pause slightly before you rush from curb to curb."
I quickly fly down the ally, across street after street, I am approaching a major street. I shoot across looking to my right there is a car about three spaces away. I feel a rush as if I was hit by the car, but my body and mind are fine. I exhale, turning left heading past Plastic skate park. I see a lot of people I have met, but I remember ones pseudonym; "Dubs" so he has been dubbed. I think right then of my medication; my herbal supplements. I keep peddling, by now it seems like I am slowing down, but I am only becoming accustomed to the workout. As I make it in front of city hall I see the light change to the left, and cut across the street in between fellow crosser. I head down the street to the left and then right past the Chase bank. Coming to a point with cars, I see a white car turning right, so I stop peddling as I cruise through an open dividing in the street blocked off with paint lines. I then notice the street is clear and remember that the right side has no side walk ahead. So I veer to the left across the street and head up to the Park, making a left. I finally reach what I wanted, I am at peace with my actions and my reactions. I reach Kaiser. I have no awareness of time, because my phone was dead when I grabbed it, but I lock up the beautiful bike and I head in. There is a rush of people breaking around a crippled man, who I stand behind until the people pass, then I continue to the elevator. A rushing woman hurries in front of me and hits the button, I see the automated check in kiosk so I give it a shot. "Card Read Error" I accept it as what it is and turn around to wait. I make it to check it. Sweating. A mess. Looking as handsome as ever. I hand the young attendant my card.
"I am sorry Mr. Rogers, your appoint isn't until tomorrow. A 7 not a 6, the 17. Today is March the 16." She says kindly, yet feeling like I did not understand.
I feel my ego react and need to speak, "Oh wow, well my mom told me it was today." I give up on trying to respond at this point. I start watching her actions. She is pulling out what I remember is an appointment reminder form, and fills it out for me, I smile politely, deep down I want to think she meant something bad, yet I remember the abundance it represents. They have enough time and money to try and help me out next time. I feel full of abundance and accepting of the occurs.
"Hey, at least I got some exercise." I was three minutes early for the appointment. Three minutes and One day early.
I walked out, pink note in hand, feelings of frustration came over me for a split second, but I let them go. I unchained the bike and decided; I am going to smoke some weed. I tried to decide if it would be my normal appointment spot, I thought no. I'll smoke heading down this street. But I turned to head to my normal spot, I followed the path to the first location to sit. Before I sat I saw a large spit spot with mucus festering there, I set beside it. I pulled out the half joint I had left over from the other day, and I lit it. I then rode this bike down the street feeling invincible yet one with everything. At first I tried to lie to myself, "You are smoking a cigarette." But then I admitted to myself the truth, "I'm riding my bike down the street smoking some marijuana." I was happy and content until suddenly I am filled with a radiating energy in my root chakra, I called it fear. I look around with more focus, I am passing a school. I smile and smoke my joint as I roll past normal speed, no attention to anything more than riding my bike. I felt it the same as a cigarette, no shame. I felt calm and at peace for once. Then I look up, a police cruiser right in front of me, but with no cops in sight. I feel free. I keep heading home. I pass two rolling cruisers on the way to the other Park. Not a care was given about that. As I pull into the Park I feel some paranoia so I hide the small bit of my joint behind my middle finger, soon realizing it may look like I am flipping people off. I laugh inside and apologize.
I smoke some weed with local friends and listen to one Jam on the guitar. I was jamming earlier myself. One asks me to borrow the bike, I say "No." And remember I want to return it on time. So I head home, nobody is there. Even now Mother is unaware of the events as they occurred.
It was about One when I finally began the idea of this blog and network. I decided I had value in my abundance of life, and all the tools to share it. I could take the part of my life I enjoy, and turn it into an art that I can enjoy. I can turn journalism into a hobby. And the story be me.
I may learn lessons from this project never before thought to me.
So I wrote down my ideas, and I decided to start the day with my friend, see if he wanted to go to the Beach. As it went He is going to the Beach today (or tomorrow from the perspective of the story) with his Girlfriend, and I am welcome to go along with them. I thought perfect, but I still want a story today. I think now, what about those days I do not do something extra special, do I still want to remember them and the beauty they presented? Of course. He says he plans on going to his grandmothers home. I think that is perfect. I took multiple photos and videos of some of the activities I took part in today. They are the core of the story, but I will write more.

Remembering the vibrancy of Oregon

The gradient of sunlight and darkness

 As I waited down the stairs for my friends arrival I could not help but to ponder over my trip to Oregon with my grandparents back before my grandmother has passed. It felt pleasant and very comforting to see the brilliance still present in the world around me. I felt that seemingly careless joy for the first time in a long while again this day. I felt free for the first time. The photographs really captured what I was seeing with my feelings and emotions.

The car ride to Fullerton was wonderful. I loved that we did not go down the street I had rode my bike down earlier, because I felt that would have some how made the trip stale.

Apparently there was something wrong with this. I know not of the Motor Bike requirements.

We decided as a group that it was necessary that we be properly medicated before our session with the family. This way we could have fun, yet still be active. So I snapped a photo of the emotions I felt where I was;

Like a Phoenix

After that it was a lot of cars and lights until we finally got told we are not allowed to park in the right hand turning area;

Fine, if you insist.

So we arrived at the homies grandma's house. It was awesome as always, welcomed as family with open arms and love. I followed him around in the normal awkward way that I always do, as to mimic and learn the proper way to act, even after the years it has been. Suddenly, as if by black magic, we are re-planting some plants from the side of the house into the back yard.

Atmosphere - "Deer Wolf"

Unsure of Ourselves

Looking towards the Future

 We spend a little time inside waiting for his grandmother to get ready to run the errands we seek to accomplish. We are making moves, setting ripples in the space time continuum. It is all about to change, forever.

Ready, Set, Go!

I missed the tree.

Look at that Traffic!

Three Motorcycles Riding

I found the Tree!

We all set out on the normal type of journey. I have no clue where we are heading, but I am in the front passenger seat. And his grandmother sits in the back, this is just how she prefers it, and it works fine for me. She continues to discuss something with my friend the entire ride, however, I do not understand the language. Which is fine by me, because I have fun trying to decipher what she is saying based on her tone and the emotional spectrum that I feel is being presented through the entire ride. But I know somewhere deep, deep down that this all involves me some how. For some reason there is a connection between where we are, where we are heading, and me.

When you drive by the sewer next to your old job.

And it is completely true, there is a connection, because after this entire trip we begin to grow near to our destination. And I knew it right when I saw it. Because my friend's grandmother and me share a similarity ourselves. Besides taste in family; we share the same health care provider. Kaiser.

Honda Sport in front of the Kaiser!

I laughed hard when I snapped this photograph, because unconfirmed yet known we are heading BACK to the same Kaiser I was sent to earlier this morning mistakenly by my mother. Not only that, but I snap a picture of a Honda Sport. I worked for Honda, but am losing my position because of this very Kaiser. As we pull up my friend recognizes a "Nice!" bike, knowing little about bikes but a lot about value I begin to talk about taking photos and how I can write about it.

We decided that as we wait for his grandmother we should again partake in the advancing quest of a bowl of smoke. But first I want to photograph something my friend pointed out. And I liked the name.

ROTAX 990, take a look at that shadow.

I am walking to get back in the car to smoke, and I see this Wendy's cup on the floor. The part that drew my attention was that my friend had mentioned he wanted Wendy's earlier in the day. I found it fascinating.

Stoner foreshadowing.

It may not be dank, but we got stoned.

So as the story is told, we packed a bowl of that left over joint weed. Which was two for seven if you are wondering. And we stepped out to prepare our minds for the baking hot sun that was beating down upon us. I cannot say the weed was great, hard to say it was good, but it was abundantly well priced and I was abundantly equipped to smoke the fucking life essence out of it and give it a higher form of consciousness for a short period.

"Nice!" Kawasaki

Apparently, the Motor is special.

It is hard to take this sort of shot yourself.

I finally got all those shots of the motorcycle the Kawasaki with the super awesome yet weird seeming engine. It made me think, "What if Batman rode a dirt bike?" This would be his solution I think. Anyways, I was more focused with attempting to take a picture from over my right shoulder by myself, it seemed alright, took two tries.

Who put these next to the Kaiser Pharmacy? Why?

Trees

I really enjoyed the texture of these little plants. I know they retain a lot of water, which makes them functional during dry spells. However, the simple beauty in its existence was really pleasing to me.

Green Messengers, Inc.

One Tile out of Place

Candy Cane in March

Now I just need a new Bottle

Hey look the Second Chase today

Tolerance and Go Army!

Well apparently there was an extremely important exclusive announcement occurring at the very moment I noticed all the cars around me.

Postshadowing, I ate the Pringles already.

Art is Art no matter the Medium

I completely forgot that his grandmother was there at this point, and was entirely focused upon my goal of Pringle can bongo mastery. I cannot say that it was purely for cameras sake, but I did plan it.

I decided to record because I thought the song was nice. And then I see it somewhat playing out right in front of my eyes, what a perception.

"MOO YEA DO" Martial Arts Studio

 I was a part of karate when I was younger. I did not get far into it, but I have been studying martial arts for a large portion of my life, and I would like to say it is beautiful and extremely relaxing. I thought it was important for some reason my friend mentioned something about having gone here or martial arts when he was younger.

Disney @ Gas Station

 We went to get gas, and I kept thinking about going to a different cheaper place than the places we kept pacing. And finally we arrive here. I also worked for Disney. That sticker though, properly aged, yet crisp and new. I love that it has been there so long.

Phone Booth Fossil

 I keep only seeing Red and White objects today really. Red Cars, White Cars, White Shirts, Red Shirts, Red old Phone booth. I was wondering how old it was, it looked decayed. Then I thought, "I wonder if it still has it's phonebook..."

Still had the fucking yellow pages from Seven years ago.

 And yes, not only that, only Seven years old. That phone book must have been through some shit or something, it isn't looking to well now. I reason that only reason it is standing is because it would cost more to take it down.

This is Nacho, looking to the past.

This is the little home boy dog "Nacho". Whether or not he likes Nachos I do not know, but I have seen him and his owner both dressed up as hot dogs at the same time with each other. Life gets no more pleasant than this. He has two bowls, as far as he knows. And he is a wonderful catcher. I always see Phi ratios in his actions.

This guy "Nacho" the Dog is absolutely the coolest little guy. He loves to play fetch. Eat chip crumbs. And alter the laws of physics. All in a cute little package. And he wears hot dog costumes.

There was two Birds

I loved the view of the two Birds and the photo of the One so much that I decided to do a scenic view of the drive home. Focusing mainly on the radiance of energy and life that was all around us. I feel like the day was overflowing with love and prosperity.

We feel it was best to do some exercises, and me loving exercises strain on the form. Decided I would film it for repeated enjoyment. I am on a goal of one hundred pull ups. I am already there I just am discovering that. Anyhow a lot of this time was spent smoking. Then I ate the BEST dinner of buffalo wings, mash potatoes, beans, and broccoli. I felt as if everything was perfect. I did feel like I was trying to make myself seem awkward, yet was comfortable, but still anxious. Yet it was pleasant, I began to focus on my abundance, on the sensations of taste, on harmony.

Our longer skateboarding video is the sum adventure of "The Bank", which took us roughly three hours to complete. It was well planned, well executed, and it went swell. We feel it could be a good idea to not film and skateboard, but it went well either way. No harm no foul I say. I'm getting tired now, and want to go to the beach, so good morning to you!