January 6th 2026 – Random Rightings
I am creating a world that doesn’t exist but it looks 
like it exists. With the use of A.I. generated images of human beings. It’s hard to tell reality from an artificial figment of your imagination. I have never done acid or mushrooms because I was scared of what might come into my mind and I would be scared of what the outcome was and/or I couldn’t escape until the psychedelic drug wore off.
I really love the fact that for 30 years, all I really wanted to do was play music, the drums in a band, and travel the world.
And somehow make enough money so I can continue to do what I am passionately in love with doing. I love nature and traveling, seeing different landscapes.
I hate redundancy and the same old shit, different day after day after day.
Just working YOUR ass off, making the guy, owner of the money making business laughing and sitting on his ass, RICH! While you struggle to pay bills and to make ends meet.
And you do that for 50 Years, kicking tires along the way. You finally get tired and then you retire, reliant on Social Security to pay the rent because you didn’t invest your money.
It all went to rent to keep a roof over your head and food to feed the kids. So in the future your kids can do what you did.
The same old shit unless they can escape the sheep society and think for themselves and are not bombarded with bullshit and people telling them they can’t do it.
Don’t listen to failures. Just Do what SUCCESSFUL people have already done and have proven to WORK.
It don’t make no cents! It’s like idiotic, brain dead moronic, demonic cult like sheep in a heard of you dirty rats who wanna win a race. That nobody wins. 
(I know, it’s not grammarlary correct, or Sh!t is MissssSpelled, But, BUTT, I don’t give 2 shits less, much less a rat’s ass. This is the way I right. Are YOU o.K.wit dat? Iff NOT, if this UPSETS YOU THAT BAD. WHO’s BAD-Michael Jackson, Then BEAT IT 
) Take a Hike, Climb a Mountain, Take a LOOOOOONGGGG Walk off home run, off a Fukin Short Piers Morgan Uncensored 
Here is my Chat with ChatGPT WATCH VIDEO . I talked to her about my book and am having A.I. organize it for me because well, I am unorganized and scatterbrain sometimes.
The things A.I. doesn’t have are soul, feelings, my experiences, the love I feel and the tears I cry. Human Emotion cannot be duplicated by a soul less computer. The human energy is irreplaceable.
As far as I can tell, see and smell. People come into this world after 2 Human beings had sex 9 months previously. Out pops you alone, cold and naked to the world.
No suitcase, No Baggage. PURE NEKKID!
Then the Doctor slaps you on the ass for taking his time and for being born. You’re freezing to death, screaming bloody murder, wondering what you did to deserve a slap on the ass, and you just got here. Like literally, 10 seconds ago, bruh.. What Up Wit Dat
– Who Yo Daddy? 
P.S. Secret:Don’t tell no body..shhh 
…You Leave the Same Way…
Takeaway Question
: What’s Your Hurry? 
Yes, I am working on music and getting shit and songs done but I have a little “day”job at night that keeps me from getting shit I wanna do, done. So I can make money to keep a fukin roof over my head and some food in dem belly. You Rasta Fartman, Howard bring back Fartman, we need you now more than ever..
Even Google Smell Checker and Garamnagtily Correction gets on my nerves. I can’t spell the way I want, when I want, in a different way than most average bears think, Da Bears. What ever happend to phoenetics of phone by numbers or paint buy chips?
Great. Now y’all think I am a idiot. You wanna judge a book without a cover. For Christ Sake, I haven’t even written it yet. And now you want to jump to conclusions. Gimme a Break, where’s Nell Carter when you needs her, sorry Lyrics Born 
O.K. Gotta go. Got Sh!T.to Get Done. Get Yer Done. Then I gotta Do Her and then uh….You know what I’m a talkin bout you dirty Daddy-Oh’s.…
And to all you super-fly Diddy-Does…Not DUES. Doh. Ray . Mi Does, as in a Female Deer not like what Diddy did.
O.K> How bout..the Super Duper Diddy Dudettes…too much ..too soon? O.K, .I will do a poll dance later, You can tell me what YOU want to be called.
We are gonna BEAT the ______<intentionally left blank) out of the SWIFTIES. – Member, Match Game? R.I.P. Gene Rayburn 
I am open to suggestions but I can’t STAND demands. I am way too old and independant and interdependent to listen to fools.
I am “On My Own” – Patti “Sweet Potato Pie” Labelle featuring Michael McDonald – Give Credit Where Credit is Due.
I gotta GO NOW.. I GOTS a LOTS A Sh!T To Do…
Daddy will be back…….Sn XO.. Until then listen to Daddy play the dumbs in a band called Poisin Jett Gunz…Formed in San Francisco, CA
Now You Know. The R.I.P. story – Mr. Paul Harvey: GOD BLESS THE FARMERS – FEEDING THE WORLD
