Well...my, my, my...speak of the divot...The Facts of Life with Bob Hope and Lucille Ball is on again. I stumbled in just as they were on the beach debating the scheme..."I'll get the antibiotics, you get the towels." ... Then she gets sick and can't stop sneezing long enough to kiss, which he suggests some burborn to cure. He would just have the bell boy bring it to her, but who would want to get an innocent bell boy sick? And they can't remember, and they can't forget. #not5otrueluv #andtherealestatebusiness #fullyowned
I give up. I quit. What good is a non-lovable/non-kissable/non-respectable or trustworthy world that has shown such selfish and just plain horrible-beyond-words behavior when it comes to money, sex, and silence that to even think of the relative fractions and numbers and excuses given and empathy MIA or withheld...
When your soul and material can fuel 15 to 100% of the entire narrative upon which 7-figured fancies exist, and in exchange for everything you've already given and sacrificed unseen, rather than even a token 1% donation of the insane salaries they get paid or direct contact, help, appreciation and credit where credit due, instead they sit atop their mountain in their insulated glass houses and studios and mock and ridicule the artifical scenario and hell you endure because of their apathy while hiding behind silence and calling people chickens and mocking their lack of shelter and bathrooms because this is remotely sane and rational behavior from any group or set much less a genetically and presumably behaviorally elite set of genetic animals?
Of course not all do, but if *some* do, and they all consider themselves '1' with no egos and unconditional love behind that complete set of delusionally bullsh7t rhetoric with n o shame or conscious feeling of guilt or concern, then after the 1500+ 24 hour cycles this soul test has run thus far - what do you say?
How do you feel?
Nevermind the entire life prior to...nevermind.
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