Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Im actually kind of glad my blog is no longer appearing on the aggregator site. I admit, there was a time when it was really nice to have an audience. It was also extremely fun to watch my influence creep into the minds of others and steer the dialogue where I saw fit. But, this is my blog… I didn’t start it to become famous. If I ever do become famous, I would like it to be because of my music. While I appreciate being put on the aggregator, I never actually asked to be there. Now that Im off, I feel a little more comfortable posting things of a little more personal nature. A couple of minor things Ive noticed that I want nothing to do with anymore

No more killing. Sounds weird coming from a cattle rancher and all around carnivore no? Well, I was lifting the bottom bales from the stackyard during winter feeding. Field mice live underneath all the stacks on this ranch. They chew the strings and make the hay useless for transport. As they skittered around my feet, I remembered my father telling me a story. He said he and his brothers would have a competition to see how many the could skewer on the ends of the bale hooks. I casually lifted my foot and crushed the life out of one. As the life left him I felt a little sick. See, its not that I’m squeamish… I just realized that I had no justifiable reason for killing that creature. Murdering him wouldn’t bring the strings of the hay bales back. It was cruel, and completely uncalled for. Ive started slowing down for rabbits too. Let them get off the road. Most of my life I would just keep speed and not swerve. More often then not, all you have to do is nothing to turn them into marinara. But I realized, hey, I’m really not in that big of a hurry. Does this mean Im going to become a vegan and join PETA? Well as the magic 8 ball is so fond of saying, “Ask again later.” You see death is intricately intertwined with life. Is it fair to a blade of grass when a cow cuts it off at the dirt? Is it fair to the crippled gazelle when the cheetah effortlessly snaps its neck? Is it fair to the defenseless caterpillar when the parasitic wasp lays its eggs inside him to eat him from the inside?

Yes.

Thats just life. Organisms kill each other when they need to. When they need to. So, while I’m just another animal, and one designed to eat other animals at that, I don’t see any reason to frivolously end their time in this existence prematurely without a legitimate reason to. Working around animals all day I can assure you. They have personalities and souls just like we do. They may not be as developed as we are, but they are on their way.

No more sarcasm. This one, in my opinion, is a little more insidious. I think its an offhand effect of how complex the english language is. Nuanced. If you do it just right, you can leave the recipient wondering just what the hell is actually going through your head. Besides its passive aggressive nature, thats ultimately why I’ve deemed it to have no real place in my speaking from now on. Sarcasm is fundamentally dishonest and deceptive. Is he saying what he means? Or the opposite of what he means? Heres a fucking novel idea… Why don’t everybody just say what the fuck they actually mean? I guess it comes from trying to be more genuine all around. A few days ago I told the hand I’ve worked with for the last few years that I appreciated all of his hard work up till now. Ive started (occasionally) telling my parents that I love them. I do. They are in their sixties now and I want them to know they mean a lot to me.

I can’t say I never fall back into old habits. Especially when I’m pissed off. But, Ive realized that I’m probably in this for the long haul. Theres definitely some longevity in my family, and shit… If I’m gonna make it another 60 years…

I gotta cut out some of the bullshit.

 

Salvia (Still the Same)

I remember smoking this flower in high school. I remember melting into the sofa. Friends circled around laughing at the retardation of the imbiber. Ive always like hallucinogenic, and I think salvia divinorum must have been one of the first I ever tried. So here I am. Quite a few different thoughts bouncing around in my mind as of late. The woman problem remains at square one so the logical path is to try and influence something I have a little more control over.

I would like to make more money.

The horseshoeing venture is netting me $200-300 a month extra from what I was making before. Nothing to sneeze at, but nothing life changing either. I can’t help but feel that if I were spending my time a little bit more efficiently I could be making a whole lot more money.

Am I wasting my time here?

My youth?

Should I move away?

I need some perspective on these things. I need a view thats not of my own. I ordered the 60x bag and waited. A few days later in the mail I received the one gram package. About 40 times the amount that I actually needed, but its harder to get much less that a gram. I cleaned the room and brushed my teeth. I decided not to shower because I still felt more or less clean. I remember some bad experiences in the past where once I got high I couldn’t enjoy it because all the grime and sweat were too distracting. This, I guess, was how I wanted to spend my day off. Lets have a journey. Lets get some perspective on the issues of my life.

I packed on of the last remaining chillums from my rambunctious days. Flicked the orange lighter, and took the bitter herb into my mouth before french inhaling. I held the smoke as long as I could before blowing out faint wisps, all that was left of the potent flower.

It hit like a freight train.

Where am I?

Still at home.

Fuck its cold in here! Is it always this cold in here?!

I was supposed to find something! Talk to somebody! Figure something out!

It was difficult to move, but I had to speak with someone. I wrestled back control of my body from the trance and ran downstairs.

Nobody.

My roommate still at work.

I ran out the door and looked frantically around.

My uncle and grandparents vehicles were gone.

Nobody.

I ran back up to my room.

Maybe that was the big reveal that I try to keep hidden most of my waking hours. Yes, that had to be it. A realization not very pleasant, so I keep it buried…

GOD DAMMIT I HATE BEING SO FUCKING ALONE ALL THE TIME!

Something. Distract me.

Ah! Speakers! Music! Help me distance myself from that fact that theres no big solution.

As I fumbled with the mouse trying to decipher volume and iTunes I remember thinking about how I would have killed for this setup when I was a teenager. It was a real ego disassociation. Sort of a thought process of

“Damn, this guy is pretty fucking cool! I know for a fact that these speakers sound awesome! I wish I had this system”

Then a –

“Ya dummy. The only reason you know that is because they are yours!”

I turned on the EDM that first arrived on my playlist. Way too harsh. I couldn’t get it off fast enough. I opened Serato; A DJ program meant to work with controllers. This library was much more extensive and had a more eclectic selection.

Anxiety.

Hypersensitivity of my skin. Gah.

Fix my ballsack. The skin feels 10 times more sensitive than normal.

Weird.

I don’t like this…

As soon as I had that thought, a large portion of the anxiety went away.

Just another unpleasant experience. I can deal with that.

Nothing is different.

I didn’t learn anything.

Im just high now is all.

Then I saw it while scrolling down the page. Still the same. By Bob Segar.

Of course. It had to be.

You always won every time you placed a bet

You’re still damn good
No one’s gotten to you yet
Every time they were sure they had you caught
You were quicker than they thought
You’d just turn your back and walk

You always said
The cards would never do you wrong
The trick you said
Was never play the game too long
A gambler’s share
The only risk that you would take
The only loss you could forsake
The only bluff you couldn’t fake

And you’re still the same
I caught up with you yesterday
Moving game to game
No one standing in your way
Turning on the charm
Long enough to get you by
You’re still the same
You still aim high

There you stood
Everybody watched you play
I just turned and walked away
I had nothing left to say
‘Cause you’re still the same
You’re still the same
Moving game to game
Some things never change
You’re still the same

Things can’t be all that bad. If I can honestly say that this song came to me when I needed it most, and I  can say it perfectly describes me… Then I really have nothing to worry about.

Ill be here tomorrow.

Still the same.

 

Fertile

As I lean on the balcony rail of my rented apartment in the heart of Taipei, my eye is drawn to deep green of audacious little plants that I will never know the name of. They have the nerve to grow in the cracks of the drab concrete buildings I am surrounded by. On the ride in I saw jungle. Big thick trees covered in other parasitic trees and vines. Ferns cover every inch of dirt that has even a little sunlight. The moist air and low elevation does my weak lungs many favors. Its hereditary I’m afraid.

In the massive park I have to ask if its grass I’m stepping on. The blades are so thick and sproingy… Well, I wouldn’t call it grass, thats all. I see the typical old men and women practicing Tai Chi to stay limber. There are probably around 50 little children, ages 2-4 playing monkey on the most peculiar tree I’ve ever seen. Its wider than it is tall and seems to be made for little kids to play on as it branches out in patterns acceptable for little kids to climb on as their mothers watch.

The locals are wandering around with coats on. Im sweating my fuckin balls off. To think that this is about as cold as it gets… To think that for vast regions of earth, agriculture is not only possible… Its probably considerably easier. Ample rain, plenty of sun, fertile soil.

Lucky bastards.

Oppressing Women

You’ll notice that when I comment on popular blogs about intersexual relations that I never jump on the bandwagon of oppressing women. Their reasoning goes something like –

“We as a culture have given women far too many rights, opportunities, choices, and general agency over their own lives. They always abuse this, and end up far more unhappy than they would have if we would had just controlled their lives.”

Ok. Heres where my take on this gets complicated. Lets say for a minute that this position holds water for the majority of women. Its still, in my opinion, evil. Oppressing people (assuming you think of women as people, a big assumption in these internet waters) is a hellish tendency. A major part of my satisfaction with life comes from knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that my decisions steer my own destiny. Right now, at 26, I could be the owner and operator of my very own… Donut shop. Im sure I could run this shop profitably and have a pretty comfortable upper middle class life in my hometown. My father and mother would certainly approve of handing down the donut crown. Theres just one little problem.

I fucking hated that god damned donut shop.

The path I walk now is fraught with much more uncertainty and pitfalls than that hypothetical life path. Yes, financially it would be much more profitable, but thats not what wanted. I had to make my own mistakes. I had to go through immeasurable misery in the frozen wastes of the Bakken oil fields. I had to learn seduction and see for myself what makes women, and men for that matter, tick. Those experiences made me what I am today. Im a much more experienced man than I would have been if I stayed in my hometown waking up at 4:30 am every morning to fry gobs of dough that give people heart disease. Im much more satisfied with my decision to become a rancher, even if it is much more dangerous and uncertain.

Thats where you’re going with your women argument. Make her stay in her hometown. Make her marry nice guy beta Joe Smith. Do I have to spell it out for you fuckers?

When you MAKE anyone do anything, the only thing you make them is MISERABLE!

Any comfort and happiness you gain from the sure bet is horrendously offset by the sinking feeling in your gut that you just did what you were told. It wasn’t your life to live. It wasn’t your choice. The only thing that makes us truly human is our free will.

And you wanna take that away for over half of the people on earth.

Fuck you.

 

Poetry Ive Heard In Dreams

*Like a drop of water in a mountain stream, as are the people to the city of Rome.*

*Every man is cursed, to suffer and yearn… To crave the fire, but not to burn.*

My mind is a very strange place. I dreamed these verses a long time ago, but only now got to writing them down. Funny, because in my waking state, I can’t stand most poetry.

 

 

 

Ronery

It’s self imposed when I really stop to think about it. I went too hard for too long. I was in a holding pattern for a while. Two plates, one every other day. They live in different towns than I do. Suits me just fine. I gotta get outta this po-dunk or else my sanity suffers. I would bang the single mom during the week, then on the weekend I would drive to the college town and empty my load in the squas mouth. We would do fuck tons of cocaine and molly then fuck for like 3 hours.

That worked great for me… For a while. It got old banging 6s. I’m Grody dammit! I’ve banged 9s before. I started on a night game blitz. It really didn’t take long. I hear so much about putting in the numbers but I don’t really buy into that crap. If I go out with the honest to god intention of cutting another notch in my bedpost, it’s almost a guarantee that I’ll get laid. I banged the 9, then the 8 (who’s only an 8 because she has no tits.) Being a good looking guy has its advantages.

Now several factors have simultaneously descended on me to hamper my womanizing. First off my truck. It’s got 208 thousand miles on it as of this writing. Several minor issues make me uncomfortable taking it a few hundred miles. My BMW runs, but not well. I also have neglecting getting it registered. These vehicles need money, and I’ve been steadfast in a savings plan that is probably far too aggressive for ranch hand wages. Secondly, after banging the hotter chicks, I don’t really feel like going back to my regulars. Oh sure I can still get pleasure from sex with them, but it’s just not the same as banging a woman that’s close to my SMV. Third… I kinda fell for the Asian girl. She’s gone of course. Foreigner after all… Perhaps xsplat is right and only time will get rid of these desperate feelings. It took me a good few months to get over the red headed chick. Either way, no matter how much my balls ache at the moment, the idea of fucking anyone else is just not that appealing to me.

So here I’m stuck. Again. No matter how much I love the game, my ranch takes priority, and November is a busy month. Gotta get those calves to market. Gotta keep the lights on.

Short post. But I guess the moral of the story is that everyone has highs and lows. The game will chew up and spit out lesser men. That’s why most of the ding-dongs you see on a daily basis won’t bother with it. They’ll do anything to avoid discomfort.

Embrace the suck. Keep your head up.

Time will pass.

100% BLACK Angus (On Marketing Bullshit)

Im sure you’ve seen the signs. In your ignorant mind, you interpret them to mean that you’re getting the highest quality beef money can buy. The word ignorant has gotten a pretty negative connotation. Its used as an insult, when literally, it just means that you dont know something. Go on. Tell me. What does 100% black angus mean? Its the best right? Isn’t it a breed of cow? Why would they be boasting about it if it wasn’t good?

Thats a pretty sound line of reasoning actually. But let me get you thinking about it for a moment.

How many breeds of cow can you actually name? Not many huh. So when you put stock in these marketing tactics, with what are you actually comparing this burger you’re buying?

Lets face it. They duped you again.

Now Im no geneticist, but I have been doing this shit for about 7 years total now. The only advantage to pushing for 100% black angus is standardization. The size of the Angus is convenient for shipping. They are also hardy, resilient, and deal with cold weather pretty well. They are not however the tastiest cow. Im willing to bet a thousand dollars dear reader, that if given the pepsi challenge between an Angus steak and any other type of beef, you would not be able to tell any difference.

In fact, there are a lot of disadvantages to raising the Angus. At least on my end. They’re irritable. Not as smart or calm as the Hereford either. Just the other day while pregnancy testing the two year olds, my coworker took a kick directly to the chest. He thinks his rib is broken. I could go on all day with these kinds of stories about the gigantic pain in the ass these Angus cows are. Our cattle are starting to get a reputation in this valley for being mean too. Back when we had about 25%-50% Hereford genetic mix in our herd, they were much easier to deal with. This Hybrid mix is probably what I would prefer to run if I became boss tomorrow. It would be the best of both breeds without the disadvantages of either. The Hereford cows don’t get worked up as easy. They take their time and look around for the openings instead of crashing through fences and corrals all the time. The Angus brings its winter toughness into the mix.

BUT NO!

I have to deal with 100% BLACK Angus. Why? Cause thats what advertising has convinced everyone is the best. Thats what buyers pay top dollar for.

That and 100% Grass Fed. Jesus. People will swallow anything. Even 100% Grass Fed beef. Leathery, dry, nasty. Gimme a break people. Fat carries flavour. You want grain fed cattle. They taste better. Animal fat has even been proven to be extremely beneficial to your health.

Oh right, they will say that GMO corn is the reason to go for grass fed. But let me ask you this. How much of that laboratory altered genetic material (if it was even altered in the first place) is left once the cow turns it into beef and shit? Again, Im not a scientist, so correct me if im wrong, but I dont think you have to worry about toxic genetic contamination once the cow is done digesting it.

And if you are?

Then I think you need more things to fill out your day.

My Best Impression Of The Alt-Right

Ive been reading Alt-right news sites lately. You know, they are really chocked full of useful information. All the authors use so many words… and gosh. Im just so impressed. So without further ado, let me give you my best crack at writing an Alt-Right article.

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Nya! (nya nya nya nya nya!)

My father rolled down the window of his old-man-gold Honda CRV.

“Whats going on over there? Is there a bear?”

There was in fact. A black bear sow and her cub. Climbed up a tree and profoundly wishing that they hadn’t been spotted by tourists. We were of course in Yellowstone National park. We pulled over on the side of the road. There was no room, but we did it anyways; just like everyone else. The Italian tourist jumped out of the car to get his pictures. He had been waiting for this moment for months. The final crescendo to his Montana vacation. He even got a bear paw tattoo on his left shoulder. His first tattoo. Dork.

We stayed in the car and waited while buttmunches honked their horns. Didn’t we know that they wanted to get somewhere? What the fuck was our problem for stopping for a man who had literally flown around the world, and permanently marked his skin, just for the fleeting hope of seeing this creature?

Eventually we made it out of the park. We saw the geyser. We saw the Elk, Big horned sheep, Goats, Grizzly (at an extreme distance), and bacteria infested hotpots. But as our Yellowstone adventure neared its end…

I was looking for a different type of wildlife…

We missed our dinner reservations at the hot springs. So we hung out in Gardiner, the town immediately north of the park. It had been a long day so we decided to get coffee.

My player senses tingled… There she was making our drinks. Asian. Chinese if I had to guess. It really is all in the eyes. Her eyes read her soul clearer than any words. Bored. Frustrated. Horny…

Luckily there were some seats at the end of the counter. Ive found out by writing this shit down that I run my best game when I’m parked on my rear end. Probably something to do with the fact that if I’m sitting it puts me into the state of non-neediness and outcome independence. Because hey. You go wherever you want. Ill be here. Comfortable as fuck.

“You look bored.”

That was my opener. Nothing really, but she wholeheartedly agreed. There really isn’t much more to write down. Its the worst example of non-game I can think of. I literally didn’t say anything clever, emotional, or creative in any way. All I did was talk to her about her work program, shitty coworkers, and how she had no friends in town. I got her Facebook profile, since she didn’t have a number being Taiwanese and all, and sent her the message- “We should hang out sometime”

She messaged me a few times and invited me over to “”watch movies”” the next night.

Holy fuck.

I seriously didn’t do shit, but I wasn’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially when this girl is at least an 8. (trying to be conservative with my rankings here)

Three hours of driving to my parents place where my truck was, doing chores all day, and three hours of driving back to Gardiner. I hadn’t eaten since lunch. I stopped at a gas station to get an energy drink just to make it to town.

My seduction went flawlessly. Its getting pretty easy for me these days. I think Ive finally got the hang of it. I used to idolize these guys that banged hot women all the time. Some I still do in some ways… But when I started out I never thought it would get this easy for ME.

Right. Into the bedroom. Condom equipped.

One thrust.

Two thrust.

Oh god no!

NOT YET! 

OOOOHHHH SHHHIIIIIT!

I came. Then after that a reserve of cum bubbled up.

My reserves were gone too.

By the time I changed condoms I was completely limp… And I could tell I was gonna stay that way. I spent an awkward night not explaining anything to her. She was sorely disappointed. There was nothing to say. I left unceremoniously at 5 in the morning and drove home.

As I suffered through horrible sage allergies while riding the next day, the last night was all I could think about. To top it all off the cattle did. not. want. to. move… At all… In-between sneezing fits and runny eyes I resolved to get to the bottom of why this happened to me.

Thats why it offended me a little when a commenter on my last bang post questioned my truthfulness. This shit is motherfucking embarrassing man! Im trying to post shit that actually will help people.

So without further ado, the primary causes of PREMATURE EJACULATION are-

  1. Sky high blood sugar levels. – I hadn’t eaten for 6-8 hours, then had copious amounts of sugar in the form of that energy drink.
  2. A novel sexual experience. – Ive only ever had one other asian before, and guess what? Her pussy was extremely tight too.
  3. Constant sexual fantasizing. – Guilty as charged.
  4. Being tired. – I was dog tired by the time I got it in. Think about the cliche of the working husband orgasming… and immediately falling asleep.

I could have left it alone. But thats not much of a challenge is it? I had to go back and redeem myself. I sent her a message saying I fancied her (a little beta, but it worked) and said in a roundabout way that that shit usually doesn’t happen to me. Of course I got my second chance and preformed much better. She actually remarked about my stamina.

But one funny thing I noticed was at the heat of the moment she said. “No.”

I stopped.

“No?”

“Uhh… I mean yes?”

So I started again. After a while I realized she wasn’t saying no. She was saying Nya.

I have no idea what nya means, but I like it…

Nya.

Nya nya nya! Nya! Nya!

NYAAAAAAAA!!!

haha. Im still fucking this one. Messing with her head in a big way. She probably hasn’t met many men with GAME.

I’ll keep you posted.

 

Working On Logistics

Fuck it. This is a game blog. Wanna know why?

+3 thats why.

Ive realized my game is pretty fucking good. Its just my logistics that suck ballz. Now I love my job, and I think my future is pretty fucking bright here. So moving is off the table for me.

BUT…

I have been doing things to mitigate my severe disadvantage. I just bought an old BMW that gets much better fuel milage than my pickup. Once I get er spruced up a bit that will help with the fuel costs of getting to a college town. Ive also been looking at trailers…

Yes trailer houses…

If I can get a dilapidated POS for around $3,500, I’m pretty sure I could get a roommate (female perhaps?) to take care of lot rent and electricity. Im not trying to make money with this shit… Im just trying to fuck college chicks. Besides, theres nothing that says I couldn’t keep it nice. Nothing that says I can’t keep my vehicles nice. Nothing that says I couldn’t convince my (newly) millionaire father to make a guest house so I can run game in a completely new town. In fact, I think he’s talked about an add on. Nothing that says I can’t buy an old camper and learn how to pull chicks back to that…

The truth of the matter is… I don’t really have that many hobbies. I like having sex with chicks. Preferably hot ones. There nothing wrong with going all in with my PUA practice. Im probably in the .05% of men who actually practices seduction. It seems like nobody does this shit. Its original. Ive had more fun since I actively started trying to sleep with girls than I ever had in the past. Besides, someday I would like to start a family. I can’t afford to not know how to deal with women. Its imperative for my future…

hehe…

Or something like that.