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Late 40's male. Need an outlet for expression.

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Not sure if this is a wedding or good versus evil. Hell for all I know it could be that full figure chess I been reading about.

I dunno but I like it!!!

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And it's only Monday so let's get the job done!!!

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Best describes my mood. Being forced to quit drinking: Sure it's for the best and looks great on paper. Reality: I've been drinking for 35 years and now have to relearn how to do EVERYTHING SOBER!

That's right kids, welcome to the other side of that coin. Where they don't tell you all the hardest parts of getting sober. Most people think it's so easy, just go to A.A. Complete 12 steps, and out the door you go into the big world all brave and sober with no worries!

Bullshit! Alcoholism is an inherited disease for wich their is no cure. It's harder to kick than heroin. Almost as hard as cigarettes although I think it's a close tye. And memory problems? Fuggetuhbowttit! I can't remember how to even spell words much less remember how to turn on the spell checker. What, what? What the hell is a spell checker anyways? Isn't that like a hall monitor at Hogwarts? That's right Your good ol Uncle MrCrazyBrokenMind is riding the the gravy train on biscuit wheels to S-Town, again, for the umpteenth time, hopefully for the last time. Cause this shit is getting exhausting. I either emerge the victor and sober or stay the looser and slowly, effortlessly, empathetically languiudly, drink myself to that majestically serious black death. And much like young Harry Potter ( although more rugged and unabashedly handsome) I encounter danger round every corner of my journey: like stairs. Or bus stops. The light rail. Wal Mart. AA meetings. Non dairy creamers. Kittens. Glow in the dark reversible waterproof jigsaw puzzles.

Just a few of my mere mortal enemies constantly plotting to destroy what's left of the very thin opac fabric of the brain that is MrCrazyBrokenMind! Not my real name of course, my real name is Thud Thunk. Or was it Sheik allah bohemian ala Ross Johann Bubba Goldstein Moonwater. I do not remember......

Ahhh one the many benefits of mass alcohol consumption..... Forget to remember, but remember to Forget-Somebuddy I used to work with at Target back in the early 00's said that once. It can be really deep if you think about it too hard. Deep thoughts from the shallow side of the pool.

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Another beautiful sober morning in the great desert southwest!

Sobriety sucks.....

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Been awhile but we're back! Yes we have multiple personalities and we all think You're the bomb! Yes Metallica Rules, Soundgarden, STP, BOC, AIC, and hey, do you know why it stinks in here? Cause I'm the shit.....

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My latest result from art/music therapy. Got rid of a lot of stress, anxiety, and found some calm moments. Right on..

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Still gotta find some time to jam some riffs.

Can't even remember the last time i picked and grinned.

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Doesn't mattet what it looks like or even if anybody likes it. It was theraputic and enjoyable. And a little scary in the right lighting

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Or maybe..... It's a self portrait!

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Maybe it was upside down?

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Damn Son.... Been a few crazy hecti days lately... My mind is melting! Too many broken thoughts, ideas, feelings, sentences....oops got lost there for a minute.

So it's true what they say about, at least its working for me. Painting. Not on a wall, but that was good, clean, wholesome fun!!! But i actually went a got a couple of canvasses and sat down with no expectations, no ideas, just somr brushes and colors. I let the brush flow where it was meant to go, like water running down the stream. Just in that precise moment, clearing all cookies and browser history of the mind. It was like time stood still. I loved it! It's gonna be a work in progress during small windows of time but is completely calming and soothing to a busted up, overactive, uncooperative brain like mine!

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Mr Rodgers meets Bob Ross in the Barrio!

My Big Brother, the most Awesome Righteous Dude of Dudes: GTFS!

Good Times For Sale..

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This badass dive has some of the best Chinese food. More random mindless thoughts.....

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And introducing the yet to be unheard of till now, that rab scoundrel, that sofie fistedcaty, father of 9, heart breaking, workin Sunday at the elms lodge, world....renowned....trust sidekick?.....thee ahlmighty, Phred. I first met Phred on a free lunch backpacking rollerblade pajama pizza ninja dog tag hunt deep in the most dangerous, darkest, foliage over run bus stop a block and a half from remote controlled thermostatic infused cardboard 3 story alley condominium. He saved my life from the biggest waste of time bullshit spent wasting on Sir Nuthing Madorcrius.

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Ah Yes, Mr Phred....

Where do I start. At the beginning? Well first the dinosaurs came. They got big and fat and died and turned into oil. Then the arabs came...and they drove Mercedes Benze.....wait! Stop, stop. Just stop it, freakin Sunday morning too early for such nonsense!!

As i was saying" Phred is..or I mean I am the beef to his taters, he is the corn to my slaw, not sure who's yin to who's yang, but together we are pomp and circumstance, Zeus and Apollo( not Creed, Would now be a good time for that copyright infringement thing?),let and right, north snd south, he said -skull said, jack and jill just got home lets go say, "Hi", french and fried, Well..You get the point. He's pretty much copy boy office assistant. But we work well together.

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Janet my Goddess, thank You for letting this crazy little bastard fall in love with You!!!

And thank You for Loving Him back!