Juergen the European Male Prostitute 5 23 2025

anti-natalism

 I'm a docile, peaceful, empathetic cuss.    This doesn't rule out misanthropy.  Not mutually exclusive.  People can be a pill.   I don't condone violence of any kind, any reason.  There was an asshole who bombed I forget where, on the news, an anti-natalist asshole, killing his own ass and damaging where ever the asshole parked. Sorry.  Terrible thing.   Asshole.

I am an anti-natalist.  I believe people should have the common decency to stop having kids.  The world is crowded and ugly.  Overpopulated.   Sick, sick, sick.  Don't have kids.  Do no harm.   Just use judgment.  Less people is better than more.  But no violence.

WEEDY WEEDY 4

Dear friends, I need to discuss crossing over from what was happening before to my hip hop awakening.  Please enjoy this song.

poem reading with electric bass: Angering 5 19 2025

A Guest Editorial

 Hello everyone, friends, people I hope will become friends, people still harboring flailing concepts of friendship...    I am a guest contributor to Bruce Reisner's blog.  Thanks, Bruce, for this opportunity.

My name is Ogremass  Smithschlager, and I am a recent immigrant to consciousness.   Space is bullshit.  Time is whatever it says on the clock.  No one has to believe an appliance, or take any shit off of it.   Time is shitty for its obsession with how long things take.  Space is obstreperous for being occupied with common stupid jerks and rubbish.  Yet there are nice things.  

Cognition travels the way everyone wished Eurail worked.   Free particulates and waves.  Did you know that particles can whoosh over to their physician's office, and have a surgery that converts it to a wave?  My thinking roves transient and not paying for shit.    Let's get to weed.   

Bruce Reisner, host of this ripsnorting blog, will have nothing to do with marijuana.  He's a prude.  I like the shit, and don't mind talking about it here, on Bruce's blog.  My blog is none of anyone's fucking business, unless they are A-list personage.   I don't let hoi-poloi read my blog.  But that's a personal choice.  Bruce thinks differently. He still plays the egalitarian card.  Tut.   A one-legged woman got on the elevator, and told me, off handedly, giddily, cheerfully, happily that she just smoked weed and was high as a Georgia pine.  

I boarded on the eleventh floor, me dour and like I  am.  A nut job.  Bruce has been very empathetic. He likes to help fucked up people.  Nice guy.  Going down, it stops, doors open and the lady in her modern lite wheel chair device boards.  Being a helpful cuss I say, "what floor, mam?"

I'd never seen the woman smile before.  We've been neighbors in subsidized highrise for seniors for two years now, and she's been one legged and dour every moment previous to this elevator going down.  She started cracking jokes about elevators, elevator buttons, and I don't recall what else.  The woman has a sense of humor.   A lively, alert, genuinely comical sense of humor, and she was letting it go,no pretense, no harm, just a little good happy horseshit on the elevator going down.   She was entertaining and blissful. High as a Georgia pine.

I'd never seen that most typically dour one-legged woman at all happy, and this time around she had smoked herself into happyville, and she let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.  It was an inspiration.  Bruce doesn't give a shit because he doesn't approve of drugs.  He's a prude.   No fun.  But it's sure decent of his old ass to let me use his blog space to make my point.  I don't let just anyone read my blog.  But Bruce, he's egalitarian.  Thanks for reading.