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Sexy. Because makeup cannot possibly begin to duplicate the effect of tolerance women probably...

I dunno if you’ve ever seen pictures of two bodies of water pertaining to two different oceans. Adjacent to one another, yet not mixing together.  I’m fascinated by Amy Deanna skin the same way. Just want to trace the borders of skin tones with my finger in a caressing way.
I dunno if you’ve ever seen pictures of two bodies of water pertaining to two different oceans. Adjacent to one another, yet not mixing together. I’m fascinated by Amy Deanna skin the same way. Just want to trace the borders of skin tones with my finger in a caressing way.
What kind of role might this attractive model, Winnie Harlow, star in if she were an actress?  I’d watch her as an anti-hero any day.
What kind of role might this attractive model, Winnie Harlow, star in if she were an actress? I’d watch her as an anti-hero any day.
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I don't socialize becuz… don't mean I'm anti-social damn it!

Proud Boys is a gang and that's where I'll always stand on the subject.  Karate, Kung-fu, Judo and various other denominational disciplines all have one thing in common.  They practice self defense, preaching ways to disarm your assailant long enough to get away from danger.  But what if it was possible to disarm an assailant, not run away, and dispatch the mofo to the next life?  Is there such a thing, and could it be Krav Maga, wherein students are taught to recognize opportunities wherein a criminal threatens your life and killing that individual would appear as self defense, or else, nobody could possibly find evidence that you were the person who snuffed him out?

And where does the concept of hot pink police uniforms enter the scene?  I say this a lot:  started out with a dream of becoming a syndicated cartoonist for print journalism, picked up a bit of calligraphy skills to improve my lettering capability, then ended up studying screenwriting because all my comic strip panels sucked.  All of my decisions in hobbies revolved around improving my ability to draw cool cartoons with legible print and interesting concepts.

Before all of that, when I didn't know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, I feared gang violence.  Growing up in Echo Park in the 70's public schools exposed me to a lot of that stuff, and I wouldn't consider myself a wimp.  I have vague memories as a child rough housing with my papa; and one of my birthday presents as an adolescent were boxing gloves, although I had no siblings to play with as I only had older sisters.  So it is, the growing pains of a boy who is NOT a wimp, but has no skills ends up being a victim of memory loss from all the head trauma resulting in losing street fights.

This is all old news as I repeat myself over and over again as if I can explain myself better each time I tell this story.  Welp, here's something new you didn't know about me.  The concept of ROTC in school never clicked inside my brain that this group of patriotic youth focused on things like martial arts, guns, and doing their damnedest to portray themselves as the model citizen.  Puberty done threw me for a loop in high school and it's something I will never forget because I was plundered to the point of becoming a stuttering, blithering idiot who couldn't for the life of me hold a decent conversation with the opposite sex, but before that happened, I had spent quite a bit of time with a girl who ripped my heart out.  A popular girl who, two years my senior, practiced celibacy which at my age was like Krav Maga.

Simply put, necking and heavy petting involve a lot of twisting and squirming.  In adulthood, when a kiss progresses to that, it can only mean one thing, sex.  Yet, as my gf and I did that, she left me on 3rd base indefinitely and that, my friends, is something I like to call ball-busting.  So much pain when the twisting and squirming squishes my balls, sex should be mandatory whenever two people are exploring each other's sexuality.  So I fucked her in a way nobody can possibly understand.  I cheated.  Who with?  My memory isn't too clear on this, but I believe I fucked my gf by cheating on her with a female member of the Proud Boys.

Not too long ago, I was detained by the girl's brother wearing a law enforcement uniform, a badge and a gun.  And this is where the story begins, where hot pink uniforms impact the plot as if nothing out of the ordinary is occurring, other than the policemen in the story are not "men in blue" but "men in pink."  This is where I'm at; call it writers' block, call it stupid, but it's my opinion that there are fake cops out there keeping close record of their nemesis and trying to gather as much information about them for their kill list.  So, I decided that if I ever succeed in writing a successful screenplay that is in the filming stages, if a scene in my screenplay calls for a man in uniform, it will be a hot pink uniform because I would like to distinguish who is working in my films as a cop over who is working for my films as a cop.

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Hmm. ‘You can’t even say law enforcement, [sleepyJoe]’


Let’s analyze this in such a way that doesn’t piss off the Russians, mainly LiveJournal. What exactly does a phrase like this mean. I believe it infers defunding. It doesn’t seem like a phrase remotely similar to saying such things as beelzebub, which god fearing people like myself understand may be a sin even if saying it isn’t an attempt to conjure up evil.

Law enforcement. History has shown us powerful civilizations wherein edicts are past banning such things as voicing names like Moses and such. I go around taking pictures of law enforcement, not because I admire them or feel like they are heroes deserving recognition wherever they go. Mainly, I’ve been seeing law enforcement so much everywhere I go, it’s become a concern, and I came up with the idea that it would make a good subject to use all the many camera apps available to find the one that fits my needs. That, and the fact that I see a future wherein police uniform reform will one day become hot pink uniforms, so the fact that the future is not yet here, to me, says simply that all police are out of uniform. Law enforcement.

It’s always been puzzling how the color spectrum transitions to 50 shades of grey. Does a black and white photo of a red flower next to a green leaf appear darker or lighter to its surroundings. That’s all. No need to get the FBI involved.

I don’t notice so many cops around anymore, but sometimes I feel that they’re watching me watch them. It could be the blue rittenhouse rubber gloves holding the thick ass Sonim XP8 Mobile phone that may easily be mistaken for a hand gun. Who would ever have guessed that photography could be so stressful.

Lately, I've notice a slur in my speech and pondered the idea that I might've caused some serious damage that one day I carelessly got plundered in a fist fight way back in bygone days; and every other concussion I've sustained throughout the years, like bumping into trees and signs. Welp, all I can say about that is good thing I didn't have children. But it's a serious a crutch. For instance, flirting with women is near impossible. It's as if I have a slight touch of Tourettes Syndrome. I mean, light flirting doesn't exist with me if I find a woman attractive. I can't control the bluntness. It's almost like I'm trying to break the ice, kill the monotony and things like "Do you like to be spanked?" come out of my mouth. If you've ever seen the movie Sex driver, it's like the two brothers who drive the green sports car and talk to every hot girl that's within earshot saying such things like "you wanna make out?"

And I'm forgetful. I could learn a person's name one minute and forget it the next. For some reason, writing is different. Whoever said I don't sound like the way I write said a mouthful. I think the vibration of words that come out of my mouth reverberates in my skull causing headaches, and when I get headaches, the first thing I do is curse up a storm. Have you ever injured yourself, causing a contusion, and blurted out some sort of profanity in exclamation?

Back to topic: leaders who prohibit talking. I don't know where I heard this, but during the course of attempting to solve the enigma of the Peruvian megalithic structures I've stumbled onto a few interesting theories that ancient people, before the Inca, were not allowed to talk and write. I believe there's some truth to this because the native people of America kept no history about their culture. So when I hear on TV that sleepy Joe cannot say law enforcement, it's like going back to the stone age.

The black and white project is getting old and I don't know how long I will continue to sling my camera out every time I see a patrol car pass. If you've seen one cop, you've seen then all (unless they're breaking the law.) And then you've gotta ask yourself, what good is a photo of a cop breaking the law if it's in black and white. Most footage you see on TV these days breaking news of wrongful death shootings are in color. That'll be the day when a cop is caught abusing his power on film and the media decides to air it in duo tone. I guess I'll be able to take credit for that since I'm trying to start a national pastime of shooting cops on film in black and white.

It isn't an aesthetic thing either. I choose to use black and white settings on my camera because it takes up less memory space. Here I've uploaded photos from yesterday's adventure. I left out a picture of my sister who had married a cop, then divorced him, who happened to be at my work just standing around. But you can see by these photos how it seems like the FBI has become involved. I mean, last week I was shooting cops driving by and I would see ghetto bird (cop helicopters) moments later. I can't find any information on the building filling the background of the SUV patrol car either. My vivid imagination paints a picture of ammo storage facility.

I took a few pix of some graffiti that was tagged at my work. Funny how my building got tagged but the ammo facility is pristine. What lies ahead for libraries in these troubled times? Will we find ourselves defending books from being burned? First it's a ban on voicing the words law enforcement, next we'll be adopting a culture of wearing masks when in the vicinity of another human being. I don't know about you, and small business has never been a friend to me, but during this shut down as a result of Covic does the air smell better since not so many people are driving to work?

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Bad air quality, homeless encampments, blood lust cops... Remind me why my folks traveled north?

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shooting on the fly

I have neglected my blog. Why?  Because whatever visits lj's statistical analysis engine shows as hits must be from lurkers as I rarely ever see new ppl commenting on this blog. But wait! why should it matter anyway?  I don't like ppl.  I don't like socializing.  Well, what I don't like about socializing is when the conversation strays from my intended topic. 

If socializing were one sided, and ppl on this blog commented about things I like to hear, I wouldn't be so anti-$ocial. I'm not, really. Just a bit introverted.  For example, if a sexy blogger was to try to start a conversation here; somebody like Elizabeth Pich of War and Peas fame, and she started her conversation by drawing each letter off the words she wants to say on my back with her index finger, I would be receptive to that. I love it when sexy women trace letters on my back because it tickles.

Depression has me couch potatoeing my life away. I've seen everything worth sitting thru on netflix, Amazon Prime, hulu, vudu, Google movies, fandango, etc.

When I return home from work, I'm exhausted and collapse onto my bed napping for several hours.

I watch tv from 8pm to midnight and, half the time, I fall asleep in front of the TV waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning. The TV even turns itself off.

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If everyone owned a gun in the US, and everyone had the right to open carry; not unlike everyone's right to use their smart phone camera to photograph law enforcement officers whenever they appear, perhaps police would be more conscientious if they believed that the bystanders witnessing a murder of an innocent citizen, witnessing the fear being fixed in the minds of people present to somebody dispatched believing it could be themselves, then cops wouldn't be so quick to judge life and death reactions for nothing that threatened an official's health.

I'm still breathing. I'm still alive. Make pix, not para-lympics. I feel nausea, not safe, when a cop is present. Super con-ductors test logistics. I see UFOs.

Click click click says my camera. Early on, in the current prez's admin-istration, I recall a statement wherein he proclaimed that every American should own a gun. I don't know what the open carry laws are in the country as I'm not a firearm aficionado, but if there is anything my highly imaginative thinking can do is visualize how law enforcement might react to new laws requiring that every citizen must own and carry a firearm in public (with the exception of children and teens.) If such laws were to pass in the country as a result of the fear that is being instilled in the minds of minorities when encountering a policeman whom, not only armed with a gun, but is also dressed in dark clothing to conceal when he/she becomes combative and practices the fighting skills learnt thru his job's defense protocols to forcibly restrain citizens of this country innocent of any crime (until proven guilty in a court of law,) then I think cops will acknowledge bystanders' concerns over the "suspect" they detain to be a danger to society.