All I Feel

is RAGE

Memories of Team Titan

Well I started the day with a workout. It went well. At least I got up and went. I came back to try and take a shower and eat. The parental units were not having none of that. I needed to outside and work in the yard. Since there is so much they can and should do in the house. But hey the flower bed in the back apparently was important. So I did it, came back in to shower and eat and leave. I had to hide and detox at the cigar shop. Being near them is toxic, destroying and stressing.

Smoking JFR 770s as I tried to relax. People coming in and talking to Tim. So many come in there regularly. And today was no different. We know each other by face and me by what I smoke. lol  So one of the older men came in with another guy called Don. Found out that his wife died a few days ago. My mind went out to him. He said he was trying to resusitate his wife with the 911 operator on the phone. And it all brought back memories.

Reminded me of Team Titan. My wife and I were and are Team Titan.  That night I will never forget. Her riding me and orgasming so hard twice and me getting up to turn the fan on for her and turning around to watch her roll off the bed to the floor. I was stunned. Like I told the elderly man today. It is like you are in a tunnel and everything is in super slow motion. I felt numb and dead until after they took her body away. But I can always laugh at she went out in a way that only she would think of doing. She died having a seizure from a massive orgasm. I want to be fucked to death too. It is on my bucket list.

Even my evil heart goes out to the good folk that have to deal with someone they are close to dying. It is a disheartening and traumatic feeling. With HQ I wish I could be there for her. But things are what they are. All I can do is be available.

Interestingly enough my excitement died. Realizing possibilities and how things are going have been the contributing factor to that. I am ready anyway. I need to get away. Seek some comfort. See how things go this time.

Like Gears of War....I am the Coalition!

Live From the Pits of Doom

Well, Apocalypse intensive training started this week. I am doing better with the workouts, weapons than I am with eating. I am not eating enough. Just like my doctor keeps telling me. Hell, I just don't want to eat most of the time. Which is really crazy.

The trip to and from getting the parental units was hell on steroids. I still am tire and sore. Maybe that might also be to working out and not eating enough as well. But damn that. This trip helped increase the pain.

The things you do for and as duty. Duty is doing what you have to or are charged to do because of whatever factor or factors. I am not a fan of the parental units but I have to do stuff because if I don't it will be a disaster anyway or even worst. It doesn't make me happy and I am very happy in my solitude.

Hmmm, I will just say things are weird right now. A weird place at a weird time. Isn't that normal, you ask?  Not to this level funny person. Anyway, chalk it up with the mountains of everything else.

Well with what is going down. Some music will speak louder than I need to.




Until the next time