Thursday, 20 June 2019

20/6/19 *** I need my sport

I need to mental joust.  Maybe I play a bit with Aush for a while and see how he takes it.

I already prepared a strike for tomorrow:

Dear Thelma @Aush, I have a puppy dog that whines and hides under the sofa whenever I wanted to play with it.  She also like eating white meat although she is allergic to its reaction.  What should I do? - The Dog Whisperer.

These mental jousts if not monitored can lead to dopamine surge for [].  It's a pure rush because I am going for quick hits.

That is my new drug.  If only the hits are consistent.

So back to the more sedated Blogging.  Blogging for me is a sacred shrine.  I park everything here.  Of course the Blog is a portal to my thoughts.  Thus Blogging serves a different purpose altogether.

I won't sent that Tweet.  That is the part where the Blog is invaluable.  It allows me to analyze my actions.

The trick is create unpredictability.  I tell you Sarah, if you think I'm over prepared when I talk to you; with the Tweeter I am pretty much a jet fighter pilot.  I got to make a hit with every strike.

Now Sarah, you will not like the feeling of being pursued unless you know how the game is played.

The best book I came about is The Game by Neil Strauss:


I'm no longer in the game so that's no longer relevant for me.  However be mindful that there are people who are well prepared for chasing skirts.

I want to watch Trinkets.  It's a movie about kleptomaniacs,

Le['r] watch together shall we?

Not my kinda thing.  A series.

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