blake uptin

 Here is a valid issue for me. The rules of collegiate explanations. So I have to use references and everyone of them I can find has dealbreaker problems. I am better off not doing that. I have to do everything the processed way. However there are many more choices than what is initially shown. Can a old person be a professor from their wisdom? You can literally see the exact spot where these non flexible issues occur. It seems like the politics can skew and distort reality. Suddenly everything is changed and we're held hostage to the unfair leaders in power. Why do they get to break the rules but we don't? Then it just get erased and you never have time to assess it. There's the fake news. There's the political enemies. There's the martyrs and the fools. Integrity and honor are stopped and lies are perpetuated. 

 I am single. I understand adultery is offensive. How am I supposed to access women? Or is that just not feasible +my parents as a higher priority. I am familiar with the cuckolding scenarios. What am I supposed to do? I chose the moral higher ground each time. Partners can torment each other. But is it fair that the swinging for example? See the hypocrisy? Then see the continued stigma that I face. Why couldn't I get my share of no strings attached sex? I am single now but somewhat anticipate that changing due to American politics. Are most women married and thus not available? Do y'all cheat on each other? Where's the policies for this?

 Where is the sweet spot now? See when things revolved off stemming off the school or the military. VCU parents and brother and staying forever young. What is it now? There's writing off vices see not needing any substance abuse. There's the current inaccessibility of sex but thankfully no problems either. You remember puberty and illegal drugs? This is the social workers forte. So I am on the road. I am doing my hobbies and being symbiotic with my parents. I am documenting my passionate ideas through hobbies. Let's get together and live. Here's some of the zones I have detected: Fort Belvoir shopping class 6 px and commissary Harrisonburg VA and errands Costco Alexandria the BH suite office hours Brothers house and his kids rooms Front Royal past history pit stops Warrenton Hay Market Manassas Luray Catholic church parents houses my house producer studio hobbies day excursions Woodstock Winchester Strasburg smartphone and computer What I was interested in was sex. I to...

 What is life? My little heart beats for no one. All alone with near death experiences. Logged out of my Amazon Music subscription account after accidentally playing songs from youth. Trying my best. Having my needs met. Self sufficient. Questioning mortality complacent sterility versus wild and lively fantasies. What's left? My parents and I and the houses and the cars. Aging along like a turtle in captivity with liberal caretakers. In the South I made it with hobbies and lazy days like album covers. The movie quotes from my generation exhaled and snapping out of deaths reach. You only get so much childhood till no one cares anymore. They'll avoid me now like a fart from eggs from breakfast. I am alive with the distance being squashed and sleep gently descending upon me each night.

 Welcome to todays Guitar lesson. So I'll tell you some tips like: try to sing while you play (chords scales blanks atmosphere) respond to your audience bring something to the table like pizza money promote others vices: sex substance abuse and gambling So here's a song I just wrote for my nephew that he can try:     your grandparents are over by the springfield mall     sweet christmases have come again and again     stay inside and lounge watch the years go by     sing a long friends let's live happy and free So the point of the song isn't to sing someone elses tune rather to spread a good energy and be entertaining. So see what there is to do that day. Communicate the picture and show your studies (pop skateboarding blues movies comedy). Sing some other peoples songs you know but have fun and don't let anyone hold you down. Are you a borderline couch surfer? How'll you let your parents know your future? Are you going to move out? As a arti...

 My life on the road and home again. Revolving around my parents and the rest of the day. Energy drained up from daily mass. The overnighting commuting. Winter weather and miserliness. The computer and days with the dog. The life on ssdi to be complacent and accept sterility. Reviewing my prolific catalog. Longing for pizza after a summer day by the pool. The drive to the store for bananas and milk. Currently a blanket of snow resting over the outside landscape for a few days while the sun can be mediocrely warm and at other times chillingly cold. A lazy stupor haze from a Hamburger Helper lunch by myself in the office suite. The encouragement from being around my parents who are married. Chipotle the other night with their dim lights and ethnic music and the crowd of teenage public school student from my school I graduated from. The pain in my fatty liver from maybe a combination of alcoholism junk food and dodging getting reenlisted again. Many books unread and reasons to stop an...

 I am better off keeping my military benefits. How many stories have I seen of a veteran does something stupid? So not forgetting previous lessons. Counting my blessings and being lawful. I kept my deal about EG fame producing healthcare. Have you? I haven't seen all of Obama's promised changes. I try to contribute every day. See how many people try to trick me every day. I listen but it just seems irritating. I got mine and I am holding on still. I don't want to lose what I have. I have so much on my plate. I try to do everything I can to keep things going well. The explanations to peoples lives in jeopardy seems like we should all help. How's this going to be fair and just and beneficial for our country?

 Little did I know fertile women would rape me. Thus preventing me from starting a family. Maybe this was for the best. My parents are still married are yours? Here's a recap of some of the women I suspect have had my babies: 13th floor of the hospital blonde 3d east by Catholic University on a few occasions Amish country during gamer conventions German brothel maybe a virgin British girl in Spain (hadn't hit growth spurt yet) different aunts of mine Catholic one Disney one mysterious night people throughout my life VCU coeds a sheriff girl and a VA beach girl & a Arlington blonde maybe a Jewish girl VCU a blonde british girl & a hookah waitress stripper a French woman at a gas station like the spiderman Tom Holland scene a Russian girl in Deustchland including anal during the Ukraine conflict maybe a childhoods friends mom a political family boyhood failed infatuation breaking into my parents house miscellaneous DC nightlife asleep lastly the transmigration of Timothy ...

 The great military benefits are here now. What have they done? Well I am dependent upon them now. And ssdi thanks Biden. I saw my Uncle who seems to have as many benefits as me now. Well like I always say America doesn't like veterans. But it's the most official stuff there is right? But does it do anything yes or no? Well to answer my question I'd rather not be poor. I'd rather have reassuring pseudo guarantees. I like the commissary and the px. Maybe I underestimated my military benefits. But you see the welfare state? You see the hand outs don't you? You see people siphon off the military all the time and never get caught. Well here's to ordering food and having forced medication.

 This is me while my life was okay. Before what I anticipate happening. Due to my parents being married and alive I am enemy of the state. Healthcare was a flat out lie. I chose to not pursue hobbies. I quit because I believed my family was more important. I surmise my property is in jeapordy now. But we have some assurance from the VA for now. I didn't make it in the entertainment industry. Despite my rapport I got ejected. I never got promiscuity either. Looks like the government won making me political prisoner. I did everything I was supposed to. For that I got the basics taken care of. Meanwhile people continued to torment me and conspire against me. What did I do to become despised by my country?

I heard in jail when you meet with people you're supposed to give something up, from my telepathic voices. I basically gave up everything for many years. I feel like I get robbed and no one gives me anything or cares about me. How can I live with nothing and more taken away?  I went to court for touching a woman's butt and throwing a brick throw someone's window. I now try to do my hobby passions but feel like people try to keep taking things away from me. I thought like in the US Army there's standard issue things where everyone gets something. Or like sold out event tickets where everyone can try and get in if they have the money and the time. Why can't we all get access to things we need? Why can't education be opened up for everyone? Where's Obama's promises now? I can share but I don't want to be traumatized or drained forever. I have turned in things before when they didn't fit anymore. I have given people things before. I have shared all m...

 I have a PTSD tic of thinking I am turning into a neighbor. I have had this tic for at least almost a decade. Factoring things I place my parents & their marriage as a higher priority than anything else. Am I a victim of healthcare or did that rescue me? What all is really possible? What is the best decision to make? Was I wrong about Mccain or Cao? Don't I have orders to obey as best as possible? I speculate this isn't my last house due to my non negotiables. It could be worse to quote myself though. Is the adventure out of reach? Is John Holmes inaccessible essentially? I look at the neighbors and already see myself outcast. Again and again. Which is it gonna be? It seems like no matter what I keep losing the political enemy.

 I am thankful for my Army years. Some big eras for me were TRADOC Germany and Georgia. It was fun in it's own way to be away from home. My units were fun to train with. I got to have comradery with my fellow coed soldiers. I stayed busy at the library and gym. I got to see new lands. In uniform was surreal. I lived the Army way. I exercised my mind and body. I made it through all of that to get home and see more of it continue. I enjoyed the DC VA medical center. I joined instead of doing other things with my life. I got out of debt and contributed to my base life. Time off post was enjoyed like the German country side. For how long I was in I got to see a lot and have continued comradery with soldiers like Vietnam vets in DC.

 There's no use getting mad seriously. So lately someone can try to have a irritating sound bite. It's life. Don't be annoying. A lesson for me was showing up for live music events. If something happens just mind your business and have another drink. Nothings really going to change. No use getting upset. It's like making the most of where ever you are at. I could see the bright side and have good time no matter what. Life is better being in a good mood. Look for resolutions instead of zoning in on anger. If something happens just let it roll off you like a duck. Like a form of anger management if you will. Maybe me surmising I had a lobotomy in Georgia contributed to my easy going attitude. Think be happy you are not in jail or it could be worse too.

 Why not be honest with what you want to do? Let's make a deal. How about we see where we can symbiotically grow together. After all we've paid for everything you have your whole life. Instead of being in direct and going to community college why not think about the drop out trajectory? How many of your family has actually graduated from college? There can be only one professor and it ain't us apparently. Just get your feet wet and come home. Think of the benefits of getting out before the bills get even worse. To start it's basically already out of reach. But hypothetically what if we suck each others dick. You suck mine and I'll suck yours. You don't even need to graduate. You can go on vacation and bring us back connects and openings. Your footing will open doors for all of us. I say let's stick together and address this.

 Was sex not gonna work? Be honest. Let me think about well I don't want divorce or garnishments. See the point of the guitar again? I want to be a home owner. I want my military benefits. I don't want to immediately die of a human disease. But how are the red light districts so trafficked in business but we don't get any? The logistics seem to never work. I want my parents married. Are the sex workers still not as esteemed or cherished? How come pornography didn't work for me? Life is unfair. You get taught sex addiction but it just plain doesn't work. Don't want problems for my family. Leave me alone and I'll study again instead.

 Is the rest of life a Muslim healthcare program? Nothing works no dream is possible. Every successful person apparently has some problem that ruins the story. So facing the music let's stay alive right? The rules constantly are changed and filled with lies and unfairness. You can't even use media due to innumerous problems that weren't known. Basically it is miserly cowardly domination by the politics of the ruling government. Don't test them because they will have you murdered. Use a search engine on any person and fastly find background check problems. That is what we have in our within reach content. See incoherent instructions and unchecked powers in place. You can't just live and do anything no you have to submit to the education system. Life is a matter of using community college formatted papers filled with as stated references who you don't want to be like. It seems very possible to do something otherwise but however that just ain't the case. Someon...

Are you trusting the wrong people? You remember Professor Aubrey right? It was engrained into me to help. I don't have a motive. Shouldn't you think about your family? So being like Rembrandt and outsourcing tasks to y'all. See your parents house room decor. Want to make a homemade poster? Are you seeing the divisions forming? What are you setting course for? What are your non negotiables? What actually is the best decision to make? What are you willing to do to get to your goal? Is it still worth it? Is that even feasible or not? Wake up you are not in reality and the people you think are helping you might not actually be after all.

 I did actually learn a lot at VCU. Yes I dropped out but I listened to ergo warnings or conspirators.  I was around fashion students skaters and of course smokers. The artschool was a fun community to reside with. I got accepted and spent my whole stay there aside from some train rides home. I set out to write a book and did. What I was getting at was I did what I wanted and gained experience points that way. I liked doing things I enjoyed like lounging with coeds. The things I studied I still use to this day. I am a home owner and a little bit of a foodie. I embraced the freshman and sophmore lifestyle all the way. Additionally I stayed in contact with my family and kept my word with everyone. I wanted to have fun and did. I want to be happy and in reality and now there's college media to reference like Scrooge or Waiting for Godot. I taught myself. I took it to the limit and have many accolades since then.

 I keep going back to where I left off before the Army. So I had no money and I wanted my dreams to come true. No longer am I on campus with whoever still wanted to chill. I am now regulated and a family man. What good is the freedom if you can't live? But adhering to the rules and regs. What really am I looking for? Maybe it's because I missed my old publications my youtube channel. I wanted to keep producing. But then again something I didn't know. Too many risks out there. How many people ready to sue me over nothing? I finally made it. Big house nice car dog and my parents just down the street. Why couldn't we keep hanging out like my VCU climax? What ever happened to friends but then other lessons miseriliness.

 Where's my new cigarette? Some alternative to the effect of cigs. Somethings like what spinach is to popeye the sailorman. Clearly remembering my apartment dreams. How can I stay inspired? How can I continue to dream? Before I was impoverished hungry and manic. Now I seem to have it all for the rest of my days. What of being crazy then? But again maybe it was the LSD in my system still. Settling down now and aging healthily. Where's the upliftment now? No more weed and booze and misc smoked drugs. No more college days. Now I am with my parents like a European family. Back to commuting again.

 A dog is a better fit for me than a indoor pet bird. If I need to take a vacation I can board him or leave him with my brother. When we road trip I can easily bring the dog with me back and forth. The dog is a great companion. I have had good years with my poodle. It's nice walking the dog to my parents house. I like having him at home with me because my house is empty. I think someday I'll get another dog after he dies. So all I really have to do is let him out to go to the bathroom and feed him +pay for grooming. I like the poodle breeds appearance. I have been a dog enthusiast for a long time. I walked my neighbors service dogs for a few years in Alexandria. I thought my dog was a good friend to be around. It's nice sleeping next to him but now he's in the kennel. My dog loves my mom and she gives him treats. My dad knows how to talk to my dog.

 I have to be regulated by the va.gov. Things can be unfair. However I can do well from my position. I don't have all of my freedoms anymore. Hypocritically the doctors can be sexually active but I can't. Someone has already figured out how to ruin my experience. They just waste my time and disrespect me. For years they literally tormented me with threatening to send me back in after having me sent out. I am a political enemy. I am a hostage. I am a example. I pay top dollar and get the worst service. That's America. The politicians generals police lawyers judges teachers presidents all do this and I get black balled. I don't get to live my life. I just get used for my military benefits.

 When I was growing up the County and the mil affiliates guided me. I heeded their warnings. I listened to their advice. To this day I have done ok from that. People wouldn't be able to get away with something forever. I could keep my parents married. I could get rewarded for doing what I was supposed to. To see the value of the military. So I remember anecdotes like if I smoked weed when I was young I'd do better in the military. The marriage dynamics like business could be a problem. What about the lesson with guitar or dignity? How many kids from divorced parents told me how to not have that happen? Growing up their was the chase to getting into univ. Hearing the comparable story examples. Lessons from people who already tried things like the two party system or being middle class. There was I guess a good network raising me and getting me what I wanted. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmttTbVBZmTkwCRBjGmrf_l04eebE-TVE

Welcome to how to make homemade videos. So there's youtube.com and sony camcorders for windows computers. Some ideas like family holidays foodie reviews hobby activities journal entries or travel too. Begin with a compilation of 7 second clips for a one minute short compilation. Here's my references that helped me: Rory Sheridan Loud Boyz Am Vets DVDS Sherwood Hall Lane The Movie Life (band) DINFOS Ft Meade Maryland UMUC or VCU or FCPS or NVCC Spiderman & Superman Here are some suggestions I'd have for beginning: Master Class training manuals (superstitious thinking it was buying the rights) these can be found sometimes at second hand resellers like thrift stores where I thought social workers could be behind the scenes free youtube director searches for interviews and bios (John Singleton Ron Howard George Lucas Stephen Spielberg Martin Scorsese Quintin Tarantino Wes Anderson Spike Lee Stanley Kubrick)  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLU02hU0sb5j5HuQITHFYJkbUpCf...

 I actually said I'd rather have a dog than a girlfriend. So I learned about birds and was touched. A big one hearing they can be like toddlers. Ignorantly I imagined if I had a parrot as my lifelong companion. First off I met a bird owner at the dog park who looked like they may have been turned transgender I don't want to do that. Next off I think people have had to relocate housing around their bird also don't want that. But the fantasy continues a winged angel in love with me. A pet to keep me company. I can't get a bird because I have commuting obligations. I like that a pet seems to be easier than a spouse like not divorcing me. I like talking with pets. I feel like birds are known for being loving and endearing to their owner. In the pet store I saw different choices that may someday be attainable. There's cheaper ones but still you can see the allure of the expensive ones. Parrots can live for a long time. A symbiotic partner to have a relationship for the r...

Is it just unfeasible for women to be independent? Here is a point from my life, the car problem. One example was in a developing country like Germany things can not work. Another was pre Obama driving my parents car gas was unaffordable in addition to a vehicle being out of reach +insurance. I was tricked by the media. I believed the stories of promiscious men celebrities. So hypothetically how can you have variety? But then immediately dangers like disease or EG drama. To be discouraging frank and honest I believe there's a prostitution availability in the cities for white women. Growing up I didn't know it'd all end. No more girl crazy puberty. Instead draining jaded cold lessons of women used. I could not afford to make any money working. I was losing money doing jobs. Then I had to support substance abuse addictions or get farmed and have wild goose chases of disqualifications. People figured out how to crap on me pre veteran during military and post veteran.

 Did I waste my life? I deduced I couldn't start a family before. Always putting it off or some other thing to be accountable for. Couldn't leave my parents. What'll my business amount to? Did I indirectly support these alleged children of mine my whole life? Did women really have my off spring? What was my life's purpose? All the collectibles will they matter when I am dead? All the bitcoin farming what was it for? Did I ever really get the pay off from my labors? To be left a miserly old man alone. No known direct family. My whole life spent on business. What will the business matter for when I am dead? I couldn't escape see losing control.

 The VA is holding me prisoner. My friends tried to not come back after going overseas. I am blamed for killing a muslim man. I am shown my only answer is a man with cars that don't work. None of my ideas work. Anything has problems every single time. I am drugged up and having all my time wasted. People just want to use me for my military benefits. Then they try to trick you. So the reassurance of a home owner man. Many outside Fort Belvoir who tried to live but now different versions of it. Couldn't get paid without the VA. You get punished for doing the right thing. Everything gets extracted. I get to not be homeless and have necessities taken care of. I don't have freedom anymore.