The Edmond Express

No matter how many smiles I have contributed to, I have endured just as many frowns. Too much selfless service for others has produced a veil of content of my own needs. I guess a lifetime of creating emotional paradise for others has led me to the understanding that the more you give, just as much will be taken. Yep, I wrote that correctly. I sometimes wonder how much would be taken if I stop giving, but I understand the need for me. So as I give, and as others take, I will continue to offer free rides to paradise.

Someone asked the question, "If you found out your religion was false and a tool used for human docility, how would your life change" I responded ever so kindly with, "That's what every religion already is...is this a trick question? It better be." I beg that everyone read at least one history book....just one before they die.

So, how was your Valentine's Day? Ladies, did you get what you expected or what you deserved? Lol, they'll be thinking about that question all day. Fellas, did you break the bank to show off or get out of the dog house? Fellas, we all know we do things big to be impressionable. Single or strapped, this is the day after. Did yesterday really mean anything to you? Probably not, thus the reason why I keep it plain and simple. There is nothing wrong with a made up day to show your ability to show up instead of talk it up, but take due notice of your activity thereafter. Fellas, Ladies, try something new starting today. Trust me, it works. Show up everyday for the rest of your lives, meaning show that Valentine's day heart and spirit everyday. This takes minimal financial effort for most, but it does take a little over time. Love the hell out of yourself first, then Love the hell out of the world around you. It works......#yep

The world of women so freely independent. No dishes, no laundry, no crying babies, no commercials, no traffic, no limited phone minutes, no football, no going to work during that time of the season, no empty wine glasses, 15 inch penis' floating in the air, no responsibility to anything but themselves, no arguing with a man, no needing a man, knowing all there is to be a man, no feeding a man, no cleaning for a man, no cooking for a man, not a damn thing for the man. I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,...... her favorite tune. Infinite shopping fund, unlimited transportation to and from, book clubs...no need for that, no nothing for a the man. Church, for what, perfection is in independence, no need for intervention. Infinite schooling, degrees all on the wall, own car, own home, own everydamn thing. Thinking rooms for the thought. Silence. Praying rooms for the request.....of what.....A man

They came in swiftly with new words and friendly faces. They had books with new words and great promise. We had no books, but responsibility. The new words and friendly faces took that responsibility and gave us a free ride. So damn gullible....

Hey, Hey, You? Me? Yes You? (kicking on the belly) Feed me please. Thanks... I can't see you over there, but I feel you. What is this beside me? Man, I wish I knew. Hey, what do you call these? What is this thing? How about those? Hold on, let me get comfortable. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS BESIDE ME?.... (kicking the belly) Feed me please. Thanks.... Hey, hey, can't you hear me...MMMMFFFF. I bet you felt that. AHHHHHHH, THIS THING BESIDE ME JUST MOVED. It's looking at me. Who is that? What is that? We need a little more space than this. MMMMMMMMFFFFFF (kicking the belly) What is that noise out there? HEY, GET US OUTTA HERE. Hey, you? What is this right here? What are these? Hey, where is yours at? You don't have one of these? Maybe something is wrong with mine, forget it. Hey, help me get out of here. MMMMMMFFFF, MMMMMFFFFF, MMMMMMFFFF, MMMMMMMFFFFF, MMMMMFFFF. (kicking the belly) So, what are you? What are you speaking? Forget it. What is that? It's moving towar...

I believe people raise the High Society up to create a perfect person. They never get it right, so to justify it, they rape those same people when they fail. Once that individual believes in that veil of perfection and choose to hide behind it until the flaws shine through, they must choose to live in truth or create another veil of immortality. Adults make decisions and have to live with either the consequence or reward. So, then you ask who is to blame when someone falls from pedestal to ground, from fame to common, from great to average.....? Who is to blame you ask? YOU.