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It wasn't no police codes or Angel numbers. It was a bunch of ugly whores that were lying and trying to quietly push the little men the poor men the hungry men aside like it was some kinda darwinistic game that was cute and funny and they tried to put the asshole card on those when they had one motherfucking finger pointing out and three pointing right back at them mirror that shit, bitch, I caught you all out trying to kill me and put me down and hurt me all because you couldn't get enough big black snake up your loose whore holes

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Well, they started it. I finished it. They thought they had some things to say. Morning talk show bullshit. Step in dog shit bullshit. Farting like a dirtbike stuck in a mud puddle bullshit. Screw your Scrooge holler uncle bullshit. They babbled about every name in the alphabet, I just talked about the weather. I never wanted to say names, I took 'em. I had to show 'em that they should stop believing everything on the Internet, on the sidewalk, in the pile of dog shit bullshit, all that bullshit. Light one up and distrust the fuck. Just do it. They figured out that motto a long time ago, homie.

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There’s a couple of Sublime jams, that, from my first toke as a late teen age, never mind specifics, up into the hazy thick, and the thin Lizzy, who licked like a good riff, the message being, call out when you need, and I’ll be there too, even if there’s a little stink, "…get me off this reef," in a big pool, with sharks, staying afloat, and trading off the currents, someone to hear you out, be heard alike, survive with, consistently lifted, no drift too far, at all, it never gets old, there’s never really a count for time, it’s all a beach, and the sand, it, too, bears footprints, and other signs and things and such, that we, too, have been here, are still here, are still at full play, bright lights of joy, no strife on the high or low tide, none, at all…

Zamora

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Some shit, I refuse to take. Ping pong shit. The kind we sometimes play with old locals that yokel and shit. Snorkeling through waves of shit. The shit we put each other through, usually in good fun…but sometimes that shit? It ain’t always the shit. Sometimes shit just sucks. As much as we don’t want shit to suck at times, we don’t got the pants for bad shit. The air has to stay clean. Pandemic of shit, man. We just got through that shit. Fuck that shit. Never again, right.

Throwing, slapping, bouncing, man, you ask out loud, what do you need, what do you think is going on, are you in control of the wheel, that kind of shit. Life is a gift, so, yeah, man, let me run my shit here. If you want shit to suck, you best damn have the sucking power of the lovechild of a Kirby and a TriStar, but I would miss a week if you were a shark. Fuck sharks in the pool. It’s almost like peeing, not knowing the pool manager now adds chemicals. Pretty purple. But there goes the crowd. He scores. That shit.

I ain’t a good flirt. I know about as many pickup lines as my poor, lost sister, bless her heart, has in ex-boyfriends. Reverse. You just hit the wall, mate. That shit. It’s nothing to do with why I haven’t taken a wife yet. I’m done sifting through the shit. Rolling up, smoking the shit. That shit is the shit. In fact…beg pardon for just a few minutes. I gotta get my shit smoked. Polish sausage. Wrap it up. Mayo. Cheese. A pretty lady with bees knees. Do you like these, she asks, do they make my ass look fat, shit, that’s what I like though. A little meat in the packing plant, shit girl.

Zac “Daimyo” Zamora 2

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I’m like compelled to write something. It just bothers me. 8-10 years of medical school is what doctors seem to require, yenno, for their licensing thing. So they can stick two fingers up some old cooter’s anus and beckon his coughs. Motherfucker. I’ve had plantar fasciitis for most of the week. And this doctor of mine, the sweetheart, Meloxicam, really? And it says only take one every what, eight hours? And hurt every minute of those 8 hours? No thanks man. I just smoked one cigarette. One. Yes, basically, you got me, a joint, it were. And I quit hurting at the first hit. All the pain. Gone. Fuck all this time. One. That’s all it took. Ain’t no education to get there, either. Not one damn minute of schooling it takes, long as you know how to flick that bic, bihhhhh….

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I’m new here. I’m reverting back to the older version of expression and a little bit of sharing and socializing with fans of various content. I missed the days where it was more common to write out blogs and be fearlessly and shamelessly individuals, but still, if we cared for it, a bit chatty with others. I know there are some other options, but I didn’t think they were right for me. I have added to this initial post, a few pictures, of some of the things I love. Eastern artwork, Japanese samurai and geisha history, ink and tattoo work, beautiful women, landscapes… just to list a few, as an introduction… -Daimyo Zac