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"The golf swing" is three words used way toooo much. Tooooo many people think they know what it is. Tooooo many people believe what they see and hear. Cut the cord that dangles the carrot. Let the balloon go high in the sky. Take a good long piss on the wall where you work and smile while you do it. The "Game Of Golf" is played by one person and one set of clubs and a pocket full of balls and tees. It is played at a place full of short and tall trees. Look around next time you play and see what you are doing; your playing golf man! Now, from there you can make forward progress in your golf swing because now you have a reason for practicing which makes the game better for you which then, as a result, improves your fun and motivation levels which lends itself to you improving your scores thus making the game of golf a cool and pleasurable experience for you as your scores go down and down and your trips to Vegas and beyond become more and more frequent baby! Hell, if you ain't having fun, your waisting your time and there will never be a way out of the box your in. I know how cardboard smells when its wet and it is no fun. What is your box made of?

haha, good morning wind and air.

Issues between the sexes there are many. What is so displeasing is how unrealistic we can be not only to ourselves but to others as well. The constant search for the utopian eistence is futile as one cannot even make it real inside his or her own mind. Some may say it is better to at least have a utopian plan or lasting image of something better than to have a defeatist attitude. I say it is unrealistic and counter-productive to have such images but none of us can help it. A man has images in his head. They include exactly and precisely what we see everyday. Is that a real existence? The issues between the sexes are many and we are all unrealistic and we all suffer because of it. Now that is real!
Being real about someone is never enough. Loving someone is never enough. Nothing will ever be enough. I feel sad for people who see things this way. This is something I see each and every day. There is wisdom in silence and balance in acceptance. No acceptance, no balance. Such a sad cycle of fake smiles and greying hair, bad actors with blank stares. Is this what we are now? Are we sad actors with fake smiles? Are we really ever satisfied in our quest for love? The answer is yes. There is love and it is very real. And when it bites ya, it's your ass baby! lol

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Take all of your pain and all of your sorrow. all the happiness and every tomorrow and take it with you wherever you go- wear it well and let it show. Never let it be said that you lived your life for anyone but yourself. In order to do this, one must learn to take chances which means revealing that which is precious and personal leaving you open for anguish and sorrow. Thus the cycle continues.
Isolation works well for the swelled head. There is safety in that. I know my isolation and it is a special place where no harm comes to me- and there I am truely free. I like to hide my pain and keep it near. That way I will always have one at the ready to bail me out when things get tight. All anyone needs is room to breathe, right? cowards, the lot of em!
What is a moron? Member Of Rational Occupations Networks. Yes, these people actually feel as though they have the answers. They believe in the promotion and escalation of self above all things. Their opinions mean more to them than anything else and they need to let people know just how smart they are either through silence and mystery , academics, or idle chit chat. A moron is someone who holds themselves high up in the heirarchy of those classified, past or present, as incredibly smart. They work with people who also believe they are correct in all matters. I mean to tell you, the visual of such genius all grouped together, well, it is truely a biblical experience.

People

Things I like: Doggies, kitties, little ducks and birds and well placed punch 3 irons.
Things I do not like: anything to do with sales and marketing, politics, poetry, The city I live under, steel framed housing, parking tickets, tickets in general, lousy movies, crappy people, selfish people, new cars, brown shoes, hangovers that make we wish a violent death upon myself, the color orange, big clocks, paint thinner, the golf industry which hurts more than it helps, bad meat, good cheesecake dressed with, oops, wrong category, overly tall people, loud chewers, anything to do with soccer, and high green fees that extort the working man-you bastards!

tools

I had a tool once and when I used it my arm hurt. I took the tool and flung it into the river and as it flew in the air I realized that tool was entirely too expensive to be flying through the air like that. It did'nt even look right to me. I found no joy. As it landed in the water and began its journey strait to the bottom, I arrived at a conclusion. I told myself I would never again wear these boots because as the tool left my hand my foot slipped making the journey too short. I figure with the right shoes and some practice, I could throw the next tool even further; maybe even across the entire river.

my goodness

Man I saw a woman today while I was waiting at the doctors office. Yes, it seems I am falling apart so I was prescribed vicotin. Moving on-I saw a woman while I was walking to the car with my promise of hard drugs in hand signed by the man. She was tall and walked as if she were stepping over little puddles one after the other. She had shinny black boots up to the knees and spikes for shoes. As she walked by me there was an air of darkness. I had terrible thoughts of purple monkeys doing my taxes and I had somehow acquired a third foot which made walking a new and exciting experience. Bad news the entire way around the park she was. I would rather find pleasure in having someone cover me with glue and just leave me there, glued, to the panneling of a barn in Iowa midsummer while animals say to themselves,"This dude, he has issues man, real issues."

people

The man sat beside himself, alone and in the darkness. He
did not appreciate the flames blackening his new shirt. That shirt
cost 50 bucks and now it is worthless and stained forever, and for
what, he asked. Smiling he responded, BECAUSE I LOOK DAMN GOOD!
Look at those hoops now.