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I’m completely lost and suicidal. .

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Harvested a block today

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Billy clubs. Because why not 🤷‍♂️

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Handturned bocote.

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As it turns out, Thanos was right.

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If you think that every time someone older than you strikes up a conversation equates to flirting with you, then you’re a narcissistic bitch that needs to realize the world does not revolve around them.

Try to be pleasant to others and you’ll find you’re a happier person.

Or be a miserable person and find that in 20 years you will crave the attention you no longer get because truth of what you are on the inside finally caught up with you.



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Normal people don’t get this sad. Only the special ones.

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I could literally text my wife and tell her I’m sitting in a bar next to a beautiful young lady and having a wonderful time and she would reply “OK have fun. I love you.” Not because she would think I’d never have a chance, but but because she knows I would, and I choose not to. 

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The first thing we do is, let’s kill all the lawyers.”

Dick the Butcher Act IV, Scene II, Henry VI, Part II

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The first of my line

In this country came to this country in 1778. My family history can be traced back much further to the fourteenth century. Prior to that the records get shady. We came from southern Germany near the border of France, Mikael was a mercenary in the employ of the British army. He killed many men fighting for their freedom in the war. For reasons the family history doesn’t tell, he turned traitor and joined the rebel colonists. What is known is that his first son was born in 1781 and that a large amount of money and land in the geographical middle of Tennessee came into his possession around that time as well. No other ancestor of mine fought in any war until my father went to Vietnam in 1968.

What I do know is this. The blood of a traitor flows through my veins. It does not matter that he joined the side that eventually won their independence. He was a traitor and the only thing that kept him from the gallows was that the colonists won. History is written by those who win the wars. Luck, fate, destiny, believe what you will but he still betrayed his homeland and his employer.

I sometimes wonder if the child i pass in the street had her 6 times great grandfather murdered (yes murdered, he killed men…and women… for money after all) by my ancestor. It is a stain in my family name which I no longer carry. I’ve been plagued by nightmares my entire life, and I wonder if that is why. This land and the things that grow and live here have memories after all.

Shortly before I gave uo that surname I visited the old cemetery where some of my ancestors are buried. It is now in a cow pasture. The iron fence that nice surrounded it gone. Many of the monuments, headstones and toestones, knocked over. All but 2 were weather so that no writing could be deciphered. I took pictures of all I could. I posted one here a few months ago. I listened for the voices of the trees and grass but I heard nothing. I felt no inner peace. Only a great all encompassing sadness.

I no longer carry that hated name. But I feel compelled to attempt to atone for the sins of my family. And not just Mikael’s. The ones that came after, for many were thieves and likely murderers as well because a fire of anger and a white hot temper is well known to be passed down in my family. I possess both in great amounts.

But this i believe. Anger is a gift. If you don’t believe that answer me this. Where would this country be (and I’m not happy with where it is now, not at all) if the smouldering coals of anger didn’t exist in the colonists that threw millions of dollars worth of condensed black tar called tea into the ocean? Instead of the star spangled banner that is sung when you attend your football games, you would be singing God Save the Queen. Yes anger is a gift. A gift that must be forged in a white hot flame and tempered with time and heavy blows to become a beautiful weapon; or tool. Change begins with anger. But if done incorrectly, the weapon will not hold an edge and shatters when used.

I have been burned in the fire and suffered many heavy blows. I do not know if i the forging process worked its magic on me to become an elegant weapon that can change the course of history for I’ve received no calling. But that fire burns in me. Along with the blood of a traitor. And that can be a dangerous combination. So. Enemies beware. You won’t see me coming.

And pray that the love of my young wife keeps my anger in check.

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I was recently asked if I really make magic wands.

Magic comes from within. And no wand will help you if you don’t already believe that. Why do you believe I’d give my magic away to someone that doesn’t deserve it? You get out what you put in. I put love, hate, anger, peace, calm, and wisdom into everything I craft. No money will buy what you desire. Magic is also a gift.

No my dear. You’ll have to look somewhere else.

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Stephan Sinding: ‘Adoration’ (1903)