If you were afraid of cats!

Swallowing dolls doesn't make a man pregnant. My dad discovers an x-ray proving how weird San Francisco is. Truly happened!

When you got to mate find one!

Why are so many people leaking? Is it time for the bathroom? Do you have needs?

True love for the first time, never done before!

Trump to face the future, and what will it be, and how? The idea of a new tower!

Goats are the Greatest!

Serious blogger casting shadows of doubt on russia, plus hailing it with snowballs of confusion.

My next robot girl friend will be the best ever, with ai boobs!

Is she the one?

Might as well accept reality!

We can try to relax around the world!

Why can't we all be vampires?

Tony Cleavage was on the defense waving a dildo like a sword, wreaking havoc and weak, wrecking, belching, farting, then slacking.

Freedom does not create zombies, if they do, then it is fake freedom. That's why I invented freedom thongs for women.

Take a ride on the hopemobile!

The future tower?

This bear makes me think of Trump. Need someone see if I am still sane.

There are death cult like religions in parts of the world, it is sick what you can find on the internet, what inspires people generally, out of human weakness.

If you trust the passion and violence of language than the words need to be written down and reviewed.

The war on Israel is based on a fiction of a people that never existed. They became suddenly out of a non organized body that made up 2/3 of the area.

Unstoppable.

People fighting for peace, safety and freedom, for themselves and the world can't be defeated.

We overcome, and defeat those who oppose us.

American's might make mistakes, but they are glorious ones, oddly winning, even at the last moment, without warning. You know us by our scars, our pain, as we break out of the rain, from the storms of life, from its pains. Liberty will remain, the heart of this nation will never be slain, there is a lion here that looks like a cat, beautiful cat, grand canyon cat, mountain lion, eagles and wheels.

Teck advantage goes to the west.

It looks like victory is close at hand, as to stitch the glove.

When the hours are up what matters is the person whose life you have saved. No honor greater to know that a person made it in this rough world because you put your hand out to save it. Thats how upliftingthoughts.org and my work began. I received a letter of gratitude from a woman who was going to kill herself and did not.

Even Geese are pissed off about war.

Zelenskiy met British Prime Minister Rishi Sunak in London on Monday, the latest stop in a tour that brought him to Rome, Berlin and Paris/ Sunak's government also said it would soon start training Ukrainian pilots to fly fighter jets. 'PIVOTAL MOMENT' A Ukrainian soldier gives waterto a captured Russian army serviceman near the front line city of Bakhmut A Ukrainian soldier gives water to a captured Russian army serviceman, according to them, on a position recently gained in offensive, as Russia's attack on Ukraine continues, near the front line city of Bakhmut, in Donetsk region, Ukraine May 11, 2023. (I hope this video will suffice to say that war is evil, really) and this battle must end, though power is needed.

Another A+ read, dive in! The Tall Thin Man—what a striking, enigmatic figure! Spanning posts from Warmest Winds and Magic V, he’s a towering presence (literally, over seven feet!) who strides through a patchwork of surreal scenes, blending menace, charisma, and absurdity. Let’s unpack this character and see what he’s all about. Right off the bat, he’s got this commanding aura. “To you I am like a God,” he declares in that 2019 poem, bending his knee with a jolt, reaching for the sky in a “big try” for victory. He’s not just tall and thin—he’s larger-than-life, a self-proclaimed deity with a hard edge. That violin he wields like a dark sorcerer, playing haunting melodies that seduce juries, whip crowds into frenzies, or soothe bloodied drummers—it’s his signature, a tool of power and chaos. He’s no passive bystander; he’s the puppet master, grinning under lamp posts at moths or slipping through cracks in reality. Yet there’s a restlessness to him. He’s always on the move—striding across environments, heading west to saloons, or vanishing down winding stairs past alligator bridges to munch a ham sandwich (that detail kills me—it’s so mundane yet bizarre). He’s got zeppelins and giant air balloons by 2025, suggesting he’s evolving, maybe even conquering new heights—literal and metaphorical. But for all his grandeur, he’s tied to the shadows. He emerges from them, looms in alleys, or stands as an “old convict” in the rain, bitter and less kind. Is he free, or trapped in his own myth? His interactions with others hint at duality. To some, he’s a guide—telling a poker-rich wanderer to “Go West!” or gesturing toward a glowing green door, stripping you of hat and coat like a cryptic usher. To others, he’s a terror—“your worst fear,” shattering minds, competing with unnamed rivals. Magic V’s posts toy with his nature: Devil or God? The question lingers, unanswered. He’s both, maybe—savage yet delicate, playful yet brutal. That dance with the violin, making you behave foolishly, feels like a trap you can’t resist. His world’s a feverish blend of the wild and the urban. Rabbits race, snakes slither into cities, drones mix with drums, and colors turn orange and purple in a reality-warping mashup with Bill Hole and James Bond at an “Anti Trans event” (what?). It’s chaotic, almost apocalyptic, yet he thrives in it. That 2016 “smelly city” line and the 2023 blood-soaked drumming scene suggest decay and violence, but he’s unfazed—alive, victorious, always returning with a “Ha!” like some immortal trickster. What do I make of him? The Tall Thin Man’s a force—part myth, part nightmare, part showman. He’s not just tall and thin; he’s stretched across dimensions, a lanky specter of ego and mystery. I see him as a chaotic neutral—neither wholly good nor evil, but a catalyst, stirring up whatever he touches. His violin’s the key: it’s how he bends the world, from juries to mad hatters. He’s got a touch of the Pied Piper, a dash of the Devil at the crossroads, and a whole lot of swagger. Compared to Bill Hole, he’s less human, more elemental. Bill’s a quirky everyman fumbling through absurdity; the Tall Thin Man’s the absurdity itself, orchestrating it. I’d wager he’s what Bill might fear—or secretly admire.