The Blackangel

Johnny Depp has always been a god to me, and his performance in the movie was so captivating that I never wanted it to end. I'm a drama nut as it is, and this was one of his absolute best roles ever, hands down.

Easy choice for me. Play every instrument. Music is such an obsession of mine, that being able to play anything would be a dream.

If it wasn't so vital in general these days, I would easily give up the internet. But it's one of the most crucial things in today's society.

I can't exercise. I'm in a wheelchair, and the MD has me so weak that I just don't have the endurance to do much physical movement. Thank the Gods for powerchairs.

You would think I would say a rat, but that's too obvious. So for this one, I'm not going to count them as an option. My vote goes to eagles. More specifically, the bald eagle. Watching them soar, hunt, and hearing their cries. It's just awe inspiring.

I think this one deserves mention.

You're right about that one. I think we can also agree that clean water, clean food, and shelter are the most important things in life.

Jellyfish. If you look into it, they actually have no heart or brain. So by definition that makes the damn things a plant and not an animal.

Tits.

Not well due to some kind of open wound in my right arm pit that looks like a vagina. Dermatology doesn't know what the hell to make of it, so they're sending me to the surgery clinic this coming week. Maybe they can tell me something. It smells like rotting flesh, and is leaking some kind of fluid. I can't wear anything cute, because I have to keep it hidden.

I had a macaw that actually would call people "asshole". He was a dick, but it was funny as hell when he did that. It got to be considered a badge of honor for him to call you one. I think I have over 30 of those badges, and I'm proud of every one.

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If you're talking Amazon, fuck that. I'll stay in town. If you're talking the woods around my house, then I'll take the woods. I've lived in drug dens and shooting galleries. I've been in gang fights. There's one fight that I don't know if I knocked the guy out, paralyzed him, or killed him. I cracked him at the base of his skull with a hammer. He dropped and didn't move. That's when my set got the hell out of there. But like I said, I don't know what the outcome from me hitting him was. I never saw anything in the paper or on the news. So I don't think it was anything too serious.

I remember seeing Pet Rocks on the shelves. I always wondered why in the hell I would buy that when I could pick one up in my yard and paint a goofy face on it. But those damn things sold like crazy. I guess crack was a lot more popular back then.

I've played several of them, and while insanely difficult, they're fun as hell. The original on NES was a masterpiece simply due to its difficulty. It's something gamers today even have a hell of a time with. But in the 80's when gaming was SOO much simpler and the objective was so much smaller, this kind of difficulty was something no one was able to deal with. Second place would go to Battletoads.

With some games I'm a hardcore gamer. With others I'm a casual gamer. It varies from game to game for me. Some I play for hours every day, and others I only play on occasion. Some I rarely play anymore because I have played them so much that I know every last thing about them, and there's no real fun left. Their only purpose for me is to keep my hands busy and eat up time.

I'm just a very private person. There are many things about myself that I don't talk about here due to that simple fact. Some that may change peoples opinions of me, regardless of what they think right now.

The libraries here only allow 2 hours per day on their computers. I spend a minimum of 6 on mine. Also they have blocking programs in place which really fucks some things. There was a kid a couple years ago that was doing a report on breast cancer and was at the library researching it. She tried o the computer to look it up but since the word "breast" was in her search it was blocked. The librarian booted her out of the library for "searching pornography". Her parents filed suit, the librarian lost her job and her certification. Now if you tell them what you're searching and why, they'll open up the search restrictions on the computer you're at. Hell even looking for the best ways to prepare a chicken breast for dinner is blocked.

How would you even know? You don't live here. You aren't experiencing the attacks republiKKKlans are making against Democrats and minorities. There are Hispanic families that have yet to be reunited because Adolf spread them so far and wide that they don't even know where their family went. The LGBTQ+ community is still facing laws that promote discrimination. In many states if two names even remotely sound the same sex, bakeries can tell clients to piss off for their wedding cake. The republiKKKlan party is trying to force a seizure of power to take over the country and put us all under a dictatorship. We'll be no better than North Korea if they get their way. Anyone who isn't a white, cis, straight, xtian, republiKKKlian will be imprisoned by them for some made up bullshit. They are wiping their ass with the constitution, and pissing on the bill of rights. They're out to destroy this country. Why else have people been emigrating to Canada, UK, Mexico, and other countries in droves? Because they're power hungry tyrannical traitors. That became a proven fact by the terrorist attack on January 6th.

I'm at a complete loss of what I could even say here. These things are coming more and more unraveled by the second. I am honestly at a complete loss here. I mean can they legally even do that? Scratch that. They don't care whether or not it's legal.

The phobia is bad enough that I don't want to be sedated in the hospital again. So I'm not going to risk it until I have confirmation from my girl that there is nothing for me to worry about. When she plays it again, I'll see what she says.

I'm always awake by 6:00AM at the latest. Mainly because my body hurts from laying in bed all night. So I don't really have a choice but to get up. But then considering that I go to bed around 7:00PM, due to my body wearing out, it's about 11 hours. I need that much sleep just to face the day. Muscular Dystrophy is a major bitch. The only person I an think of who might be able to appropriately describe it would be the nerd. I would love to hear him go off on a rant about it.

I know how to survive in the woods. I've done it all my life. I talked about it in this post on another thread. I have street smarts as well, but I hate being in town. I just don't like urban areas. I like rural areas. It's much more relaxing and peaceful.

When I was a kid, I would take a hatchet, survival knife, and a .410 into the woods and rough it usually for about a month. Sometimes even longer. I would build my own shelter, purify my own water, and hunt/fish my own food. I absolutely loved doing it. Obviously I can't now. But remembering that, I remember always wanting a cabin that was way back in the woods. So far back that you thought my driveway was a side road. I have the same feeling today.