If you want to be a writer it is partly for others, but it is also for your pen, you must love your pen, even desire it, that you can gaze upon it, and marvel at what it does, and armies it destroys, for love is there in all dimensions, pleading against the indifferent universe.

The lies oh what clever human's telling lies, like weaving a giant blanket, they sleep in them for comfort and wear a hat full of them, some who confess don't know where it began, till darkness descends.

I think it was a wake up call during this difficult time on how hard it is to count your friends. At least the underwear industry is going strong.

Its not all bad, I have made it this far, and I'm not so bored with reality. A lot of my childhood reality seems distant now, but getting older has me facing the child within myself. He is much like myself and his eyes glow as he offers me things.

The problem I have faced to my face as a Jew. 1. You're rich. 2. Jews are aggressive :The issue really is I can't convince them otherwise when one of the two happens. Nothing can change their mind, unless I let them see my bank account and perform monk like passivity for a month. The other one is being watched as I tip, as if I was on stage.

I want to write about alternatives to a swamp internet life and will do so soon.

I hope to visit Washington DC by April and witness what is going on.

I definitely think Trump has helped Jews and Jews will help him and he will make the world better. I will only be there on that journey to see it through. Thank you Trump!