#he got beat up by a gang of chihuahuas at the park once and looked so sad afterwards

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wouldnt be a day in my life if my dog wasnt about to give me a heart attack

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Greek gods and goddesses that remind me of chaotic academia

Zeus. You’ll find him during a night before something important. He’s static in the air as you wait, or maybe that’s just your excitement. You’ll see him in the strangers running through the rain barefoot in their jeans and cardigan and books held against their chest. Where were they going? You don’t know but it seemed important to them.

Hermès. You find him in that one room with the map that no one knows where it came from. There are pins on it. Who put it up? What are the pins for? You don’t know but you add one every once in awhile to confuse people. You’ll see him in the smile of a senior who passes down the infamous prank book, in which over the years has been marked out and written over with better tactics. He’s in the hands of the students who take their least favorite professors chalk and other writing materials. Do you find yourself stuffing sugar packets from your local coffee shop in your pockets? That’s him. And he’s the feeling when you empty out your pockets at the end of that day and “how do I end up with all this in my pockets”

Hecate. She’s the feeling after you’ve been passionately talking about that random plant knowledge (“so if you ever see a purple mushroom I suggest to not eat it immediately”). She’s there when you swear there’s a ghost around your favorite museum. Not a melancholy ghost but a god awful one. you can see her in the group of students who are convinced their favorite teacher is a shapeshifter. She’s the only teacher they’ll actually listen to.

Hades. You’ll find him in the person who looks like they belong in a gang just to find out they have a Chihuahua named Harold and each Sunday they take flowers to their mother. He’s the feeling when you are unlocking your door, hands shaking from the cold but you turn around and wish the moon goodnight anyway. You’ll find him in the kid who constantly has messy hair, his head in a book (the genre changes every week), he ends up having the best most cheesy dad jokes and always a sucker in his mouth.

Ares. Your teacher is absolutely frustrating, You hate them, You’ll learn any subject except that one and they’ll know it. You’ll do anything in your power to get this teacher out of their job because they’re horrible. You love the subject in which the class is about but you’re standing up against everything the teachers done. Because you’ll learn it the right way. That’s him. He’s that feeling. He’s the feeling of smugness you get when you prove someone else wrong. He’s in the kid that’s angry the library got rid of his favorite book (“it’s too violent my ass. It can’t be a banned book! I’ll find it somewhere else”).

Atë. She’s the feeling you get after you successfully convinced your teacher that you already gave them the homework and that they just lost it (you sneaky bastards). She’s the look in the students eye when she shows up with dyed hair or new piercing and gets sent to the office immediately (“why do my looks change the way I learn or the fact that I love to learn? It doesn’t”).

Ceto. You’ll find her in the upper classmates who pull a prank on all the first years but immediately after they take them under their wings and show them the ropes (and pass on the prank legacy.). You’ll see her in the stranger who refuses to leave the park even though it’s about to start storming because they haven’t finished their landscape drawing yet and the love to be in storms anyway.

And last but not least Hephaestus. He’s in the kids who you’ll find molding clay constantly. They’ll pull out a round ball of kids clay from their slacks in class and by the end of it have the perfect sculpture of the kid in the row in front of them. He’s in the kids who beat all odds and are achieving their dreams even though their parents said it was impossible or stupid. He’s in the kids who won’t give up no matter who’s against them and in the end they will achieve what they want in life.

The last one is definitely my favorite and the most important. You can achieve your dream no matter what the people around you say. Even if it means cursing a chair that your mother sits in so she can’t get up until you make it so she can 😉 but on a serious note, I believe in you, you can do it. Do what’s right and best for you. 💚 I hope this one met the standards. Have a good weekend everyone!

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Shout out to the city of Portland.. y'all put up with my Bullshit and keep me safe. Especially the PD and SP.. the paramedics, not so much.. you fuckers stole my phone and ducktaped my sunburned ass like 80% to a hard ass gurny and treated me like shit and threatened to throw me in the grass.. then gave me a nutbag knockout shot and stole my phone and changed my gmail password. As for the citizens.. you're all very nice. I haven't met a mean one yet except that crazy bitch at the park who said she was gonna stab me while I was drinking box wine with Geno. Do it Skankly! Beat it fuckin weirdo.. had to yell at her forever to leave. Geno was yelling too!! Y'all confuse me sometimes.. I don't realize that everything I say has such an impact on somebody somewhere but that's my opinion and if you don't like it, don't listen.. as for you ladies in the park screaming nigga bitch or wtf ever, y'all made me smile so many times. Yes, I realized I sang part of a 3 6 mafia song that I fuckin love, sang by nigga's I love and I can say that cause I'm hotter than Shady and protected by the United States, maybe the world.. I dunno.. Nah, Stfu you funny ass wannabe bitches, you ain't even mean.. you were having fun. Me? Racist? Fuck you.. I'm racist against punks and fakes, racists and flakes.. my dad tried to brainwash me at an early age but I always felt there was something wrong with it and every time I have felt guilty.. go suck a dick with bitch made Cody. Love the eye contact initiative.. sounds familiar huh? Its nice to finally have people respecting each other. Proud of you Snowboarder! The only scary thing you see in someone else's eyes is that they are seeing you at the same time. You are respecting yourself and others by not being afraid. If everyone felt equally respected there wouldn't be that nature, dominance need to dominate. I bet things would change hugely all over. Respect is huge.. take away that when that's all you have left and what do you expect to happen? Violent homeless people or convicts or even gang members, relationships.. "I felt disrespected," would probably be number one. Be respectful, eye contact is respectful.. y'all forgot that and now you get busted up for doing it in a weak way. I'm sure it will be hard for a lot of people. Its just like drug addicts, its shame or fear that puts the eyes away. You automatically give up respect of yourself for doing that saying, "I'm weaker cause I will allow it but please leave me alone if I give up all respect." Don't do that!! I love it when people look me in the eye. I feel respected and like I am allowed to show that respect back. I look everyone in the eyes except women when I'm in a bad mood. I don't want to convey any of my ill will towards a woman. You never know what kind of life or trauma they have had. I didn't even look that bitch in the eye I was screaming at to leave me alone and I had my back turned most of the time. Don't hate.. if you were there.. she was a psycho. Eventually she got tired of hearing us yelling and she mosied on. What else? There are some people that approach me when I'm down just to try to cheer me up.. and I'd like to thank you. You help me more than you know. All it takes is a little kindness to lift someone's day. Even one selfless act of kindness per person would go a long way. One thing I disagree with around these towns with a lot of homeless people and a moral I created in myself.. is these lazy ass, robotic, gimme gimme, pinball homeless people that bounce between every single person down the block asking for cigs or change.. those guys don't give a fuck about you like 0%.. don't give them shit man. They are bums expecting selfish handouts selfishly.. try to engage them in conversation. There are a lot of people who just have hard times and would love to talk through a cig. They'd even give you a shirt or some food if they had it, directions.. there are very nice people down there.. even the crazy ones.. who deserve eye contact too. I guarantee you if you stop giving the lazy bums cigs.. they won't make eye contact at first but they will have to start being more sociable and positive and becoming part of society if they want hand outs. Adapt and change.. small steps like that will improve overall attitude and the populations self worth. A society that respects itself isn't one that's ruled by fear. I dunno, it makes dollars and cents to me and best of all that's a society change that's free and if accepted it would greatly improve morale, self worth, community, an attitude adjustment for the homeless to adopt a more positive lifestyle and to mingle with the community increasing communication and overall self awareness. Once again.. thank you to everyone around here in Portland that I directly or indirectly interact with, you are all beautiful in your own way. And to you fuckin toxic waste dumps that can't take a joke or keep your mouth shut, I'm not sorry that I pissed you off bitch. You keep talking and running your mouth and I guarantee that I'm gonna say some worse shit. I don't care how hard you are.. you's bitch made and you remind me of a hoe nigga so you can kiss my--- grit!! Bass Ackwards, right? Your not supposed to bump your gums.. dish lumps or eat jello at the hospital but quit that noise pollution. Remember in school, you'd fight and then be friends? Respect. Respect is also shutting up. Noise pollution is like Chihuahua bitch ass dry snitch (up in your face while the po po is sitting at the light so he'll break it up) shit. I live by a whole different code than most of you guys.. I'm constantly learning and trying to become a better person, little by little. Change is hard, that's why y'all be trapped in a perpetual cycle of fucked upness and life never gets better. The easy road isn't really that easy, huh? It fuckin sucks!! A little effort goes a long way.. Never give up when you want to succeed. No matter how big the hill is you have to climb.. you'd be surprised how much more you are capable of doing than you actually do. And most of all.. stay positive Portland. You get what you put in.

Euphoria - Huge motha-fuckin-rant on Portland, Or. The nicest place in Oregon that I've lived so far..