MySpace is still breathing...

My page is still up. My Supercell page is too. Trippy. All those songs just waiting to be listened to. Now we do Soundcloud. Why not just stick to MySpace? I do not know. Good question. Been jammin though, so soon new crap on Soundcloud or MySpace or whatever. Me and Frankie are cleaning out the garage at the office so I thought I'd use the internet to post some shit. Also grab a few GOT episodes. M's got beat by the Twins, but are still kicking ass.

I'll Blog When I Can...

When I can't, I'll just pray to sweet baby Jesus. My Interweb is off. Why? In the existential meaning, who knows? In the literal, cause we didn't pay the mutherfucking bill yo. Money is tight. Decisions had to be made. Don't you worry your pretty little head though, Branden has got a few hustles in the works. I'm about to pick up Katy and go to a S.M.A.R.T. recovery meeting. What is smart recovery you ask? No you did not. Who the hell is Katy is what you were wondering? Well, let me say "none of your beeswax". I'm not sure exactly. I hope to know more after this fine evening. The weather is not sure if it's crappy or happy. M's are doing just fine. Won today against the O's 7-2. That makes us 23-17, first fucking place. MmHmmmm. First series loss at home by the O's. M's are for real. Katy is a peach. I met her at rehab. She made rehab fun. Yes, I like her a lot. Yes like that. Well, I don't know. I think so, but I will let her decide for herself. No, I don't kiss and tell. Hahaha. Yes, I do. Get this, she is a singer. I know. She could be "the one". We will definitely let her lay down some vox. So, I gotta go live this shit before I have anything to blog about...Later peeps.

I Create My Own Reality

Some people would call this "self absorbed". In my reality those people are dicks. I control how I perceive things...So, perception is reality. To a point. If I perceive the road is clear and step out in front of a bus, well, my reality ends. At the same time, if I choose to focus on the fact that it is sunny at my house, the M's are in first place, I have my health, I'm not on paper, etc. I perceive the world as a kick ass place. If I focus on Trump and his minions, and all of the shit I hate, I could wallow in self-pity, and maybe even spread that shit. Just for today...I will have a good fucking time.

Mariners are in...

FFP. First Fucking Place. 19-13. Cano is a beast. Cruz too. Fun team....If they can keep on keeping on. Gonna be 75^ and sunny in the Pacific North West. Global warming Fo Show. Let's see, what is chapping Branden's ass today? Oh, the usual. Trump and his cum dumpsters. Racists. Ass-holes. Dicks. Pussies. Facebook seems to feel like a safe place for these people to try to justify their warped beliefs. I just stay silent...Naw, just joking. I give 'em the business. For it is my natural state to smack down idiots. The thing about conservatives, they think they are tough. They are just scared little pussies, who point and snivel at anything that isn't white, Christian, and that is so sad. Just for today: Today I will point out social injustice and speak the truth.

Donald Trump...

Dick in a wig. Punk on a pedestal. He really is the perfect Republican. Oh sure, the establishment says, "he doesn't have core conservative values". Oh really? Let's examine that. He is a racist. Check. He is a misogynist. Check. He is out of touch with the middle class. Check. Finally, the most important conservative value, he would fuck this country up Baby Bush style. Check and mate. Now, I know a lot of people have a big problem with Hillary. That is our fucked up news media at work lemmings. Do your own research. Know your fucking sources. I believe in my heart that she has the best interest of the American people in mind. She should make Bernie Sanders her running mate and unify this fractured party.

"My dick is this big"

Happy Mother's Day...

I am so balanced you couldn't knock me over with a bulldozer. Feeling super groovy. M's lost. Still, they are 18-13, first place...I ain't complaining. Been jammin my guitar hella. Been playing Days of the New and Gruntruck in the truck. Gotta go BBQ with Mom. BBQ'd with Valerie then went and had a beer with Frizzo, then went and had a beer with Pam. Balance. Busy. Time to get to work on all my little plans for taking over the world. Muhahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Another Unfinished Ditty...

So this puppy needs a lot of work but I'm diggin on the Days Of The New style acoustic work. I have a female singer coming here later this month. Perhaps she can give this the happy ending it deserves.

Killer.

Everything. Weather. Energy level. Mental state. The thing about confinement is it lets you appreciate freedom. Pain lets you appreciate pleasure. Your mind is a differential measuring engine. Without the lows, the highs are nothing special. My drug use, specifically needles, was me creating lows in a flat line existence. Humans are the ultimate adapters. Challenge yourself in a healthy manner. Don't do the same thing over and over. Keep things interesting. For your own sanity, eat an eighth of cubensis and....Listen to MonsterMagnet.

Treatment wasn't bad at all.....

Actually, it was awesome. Got my mojo back. Funny thing is I didn't even know I was missing it. Gained a bunch of weight back. Met a bunch of awesome peeps. And reconnected with the Force. Gonna jam with the boys tonight.