Even if you're not

Lord, so what if I'm pregnant. With ideas. I'll keep the baby. I don't have an actual baby. The joke is better in print.

Even if you're not funny, like me, then you still need to do comedy. No more waddling in wishes. Wishes don't buy dishes. Wishing upon, Lord, a star, is about as much fun as watching paint dry. It ain't happnin okz?

No question about it, I'm tapped. I want to smoke. I want to jack off, since I have no girlfriend. No woman. I love Brenda. No wife yet. Aww. If I had any of those three, I could keep my dick in my pants. If she was away from me.

I have a feeling all this fighting I may not be doing is actually the start of the truth - that Brenda is actually pregnant with a second child. I am a creep aren't I? First the woman says leave me alone, "move on", then I'm writing about her, talking about her... I'd write a showing but I'm afraid she'll sue!

I pushveveryone away, I'm a real jerk. I was mean to my woman, mean to friends. People were mean to me so I reacted. Alone I am, but blessed yet still.

Can I be with Brenda Lord? No. Get over me, I hear. This then I must do. Unless you mean well Lord. Shall I succeed in becoming a millionaire? Working to help would be delivered toLord Jesus Christ?

Thank You Lord. You are the holiest. Yo are able. You are happy when sadness is all there is. Also, you console the sad. I love Brenda Lord. I'll never get over you if I'm not meant to. I have the love. Other niggas don't.

In all labor there is profit.

Be my wife Brenda. I love you for YOU.

Lord, her love brought me to my knees.

Lord, her love, Brought me to my knees.

Forgive before you finish.

There is no power without honour. I can accept The Lord. Each sound is priceless. A treasure of depth is to be found at the end. To know The Lord's Ways...is indescribable in words.

However, a slice, like cheese, cake and fish, can be sufficient for a man. I still love Brenda. The fool that I am. There is no dirt to reveal. It's just plain old love. There's a nova of fries. No receipt or happy meal. No you. No games. Just love.

No extra love for a brother named Justice. Who got jacked/sucked off one night by Brenda (I believe). I was there and heard it. How sad and tragicless. All is forgiven. No one died. But he will die one day. All who wronged me will not breathe forever. I take solice in this.

There is no danger in guilt. I am guilty. I have wronged your men, Lord. Lied to your women. I am a crass human fellow. I have no morals above Yours dear Lord. Will you forgive me?

 May cum drench the faces of wives. Let their husband's power drip off their chins. Then, let the diligent fill their wives with cum. Good night. In all labor there is profit.

Courtesy

I think no more friendship is clear. You said "restraining order". This means get away. I'm not in the game, I'm not your homie. I was your lover. It didn't work out, I am bitter ex lover now. We will pick up where we left off. Lord willing Jr. May appear... If you do not run from trouble, trouble does not chase you. Level 37 completed. In all labor there is profit.

Low Nuts can get to you: The Worth of Semen

So we're guys, ladies who watch guys, guy power enthusiasts, whatever - basically we know what low nuts are about - it's about low nuts. Not having that sack of pure testosterone - the gift from God to his blessed creation - in good volume can plume on you all sorts off asscream behavior, not to mention asscream responses from the people around you. They'll smell sissy, sense weakness, and call you on it, and after a while, even joking about it gets old. So, as your dear old friend, I'm going to set you on the track to low nut prevention, or LNP if you get too gayzy (gay+lazy)to say it all because I know it's a mouthful (don't even touch a pun on that one at all)

1. Keep your d*** in your pants - all the way simple. Nothing extra, no special training, just keep the squirt to a minimum. Why? Because the less nut you have, the less balance you have. If you're used to having low nut, then you must consistently be working.

2. Don't f*** so often - you can ignore this if you like, but remember, if you have low nuts, your energy is going to be off balance.

3. Put the porn away - You've seen titty. You know what ass looks like. She sounds like she likes it - whatever. Its a buncha mindf***, and you can actually do better by going out and getting these things done to you. How? Learn yourself, and learn how you naturally do so. It's God given power, so learn it and use it. Women enjoy it - why do you think you're wasting your nut on a video about it?

And not all porn participants are truly happy in their positions either.

4. Realize the truth - from your body comes the power to create. You can start the path to creating a CHILD. You. The nuts you have can create a legacy. That's amazing power. Every woman on this earth wanting a child knows this, and the man who appreciates, has gratitude for this power can completely enhance the quality of his life. And that means having optimum nut. You can release some occasionally, but really waste not. It is said that a

And that's how you keep balanced, man. That's how you keep your nuts on top, on the up and up, keep your stress levels down, and keep your performance even. So until the next, you be good, and keep God First.

Have a good one,

-Julius

That Double Sided Soup, You know.

One of the things people forget to do is talk with themselves. Notice I didn't say talk "to" themselves. There is a cold tinge about that, which is lame and doesn't help you at all. It's counterproductive, lazy, and inconsiderately bad. It's stupid, really. And that's just my riff so fuck it.

Just be open with yourself today, man. It's like - if you don't, it's the equivilant of taking the hardest shit imaginable and realizing all too late that there's no paper. Not no toilet paper - no paper period. You are literally shit out of luck.

To stop such atrocity from visiting your unsuspecting ass, simply - like I say in my 7-million plus-ways, BE YOURSELF. Stop crying so hard for a dream when you haven't done a damn thing to get there. Yet.

Not wanting to make a niblet out of this, I want to tell you something great about my thoughts: They exist. That's right. There's a place for them, in the ether of life. All of our thoughts are there, growing into something until they are unthought. See that happening now. I mean really, consider that shit. Don't front on your imagination, now. That's a little backspacey isn't it?

But fuck it. Whatever. You can lose, gracefully or not, or you can win. You can get that meaty, slow loaf bee-otch heart of yours ever encrusted in roasted tissue scarred uncontrollably by failure all around, or you can get that self-humbled, demigodish gigapower resting deep within you to shine diamondly. Just purely being, with the power to create and influence. Now.

So get on it.

Furthermore, you better keep going

I've seen some sad ass shit go down in my time, but none quite like the shit shoved in the mouth of a quitter. They stink, reek of day old lame, and lure with them those strange ants and are attracted solely to the smell and taste of raw failure.

But this is not for you.

I've been getting back into playing video games again, sort of a rock toss at back-in-the-day life. It seems like I've spent too much time back in the day and not in the present day. Sadly, what I can do about all that is very much nothing. I can't do a damn thing about last night. It's over. That's a hard, hammer to the elbow lesson we all have to digest as early as possible. The present moment, is the future. Therefore, if you're still, you had better have a good reason to be. Flux is a way of life for most.

But then there are some who, just because of their arrangement - prevail. And that's all it takes. Funny thing is, that's all it takes for all of us. Simply to have the proper arrangement with ourselves - in our environments. But I go into shit like that in desk buddha mode, which is not this. This is Guy Mode. Let's be guys and get the fuck out of that. For right now at least.

So here's the thing - you're wack. And you better learn to say more than some pootcloud-ass shit like, "dude, what the hell?!" That type of mess gets people bitterly chewed and coiled between bicuspids. Be yourself congruently and know how to press 'Bold' with it. And italicize it too. Dammit.

That's all for now, but before we get outta here, we gotta get some of this to you:



Have a good one. God Bless.