The beauty of two men and four women together lives in the quiet geometry of it—six lives arranging themselves into something larger than any one of them.Imagine them in soft late-afternoon light, the kind that turns skin luminous and fabric translucent. The two men stand a little apart yet connected, one with an arm lightly resting along the back of a chair, the other with shoulders open, both carrying that unforced presence that doesn’t demand the center. Around and between them the four women move like a living constellation: one leaning in with a laugh just beginning, another resting her temple against a shoulder, the third and fourth linked by interlaced fingers or a shared glance that says everything without a word.There’s no hierarchy in the arrangement, only balance. Heights differ, postures complement, colors of clothing and hair create a gentle rhythm—deep earth tones against lighter linens, warm skin against cooler shadows. The space between bodies is as important as the bodies themselves: breathing room that still feels intimate, closeness that never crowds. Eyes meet incoming weirdo and they all fart in harmony.

What will Big Balls do next? Stay tuned for his next big move!

Lets focus more on beauty and less on strangling.

“Listen, when you're burnt out and overwhelmed, what you need most isn't just a change in your circumstances—it's the deep assurance that you are not alone. God is right here in the thick of it with you.” Just talk to Him, He is your Father

The technology should not be about perfection and the control to create that perfection. There is enough domination already.

The internet fart blaster demons are a rotten lot.

If God isn't laughing, or caring, he is probably crying..

And there were silences, plenty of them, none so awkward as when I fell, and some were happy, but they were not. Tribes formed like red ants and black ants to defend me and my broken body. From above the vultures came, darkness fell and and the streets were cold and empty.

And there is even a science to predict morons.

Estrangement means a state of being alienated, distant, or emotionally disconnected from someone or something that was once close or familiar.It can describe:The breakdown of a previously warm or intimate relationship (family members, friends, or romantic partners who have grown cold or hostile toward each other). A broader sense of separation or unfamiliarity—feeling like a stranger to people, groups, or even aspects of ordinary life that used to feel natural. In the context of our conversation, “the age of estrangement” points to the growing mutual distance between men and women: each side increasingly experiencing the other as harder to understand, less reliable, or lower-yield, so that ordinary pair-bonding and cooperation start to feel partially alien.

The most banging thing to say is the truth.