Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 11:43 PM EDT on April 9, 2017
Love heals when I lie
Love puts the blue back in my eye
Love has come again
I am gone again
Love has got to be with the weak
Only then love gets a chance to speak
Love will come again
I'll be gone again
I, I can't escape myself
I'll hear you talk
I fear nothing
How can someone fear nothing?
How can someone fear nothing? -Mercy
And that brings us to tonight's word: WEED KILLER AND BINARY CODE
Hey lone wolves. How you doing? Kind of crazy out there right? We got things coming out of left field. And right field. And centerfield. And infield. And outfield.
How's it making you feel? You feeling all twisted up inside like I am? I feel like I'm in New York City playing 3 Card Monty. Trying to follow that ball under those 3 cups and I'm just not quick enough. God knows I am trying. Yeah that's how I feel. Us Lonewolfs will make a pack soon enough tho. Believe that.
So what do you do when things get crazy? When you're trying to hang on every word of that thousand word PhD thesis? Hey brother I just came for the date and rate. And no I'm not just all about the greed, I picked up some great tips along the way about how to save my species. Not just my family. See? We pay attention.
TNT Tony said it would get crazy at the end. It's crazy now. Oh my goodness. La Vida Loca.The teams are coming out in full force. The lonewolves are overwhelmed. The lonewolves aren't used to breaking apart a thousand worder. So what's a kindhearted God loving Zim holder to do?
Well, some of you know I'm not the sharpest tool in dinarland tool box. More BS than B+. But at this point in time as my dinarland instincts kick in, it's time to pick and choose what I read. When I come upon an article, even if it's those I've come to know and trust, if I feel myself getting lost in the first two paragraphs, and I look to the right and noticed I'm only an eighth into the post, I will swipe left. (Tinder joke). Oh yea.
It's getting crazy out there. For those of us who do not have a team to help us decipher the information, second third or fourth hand information at that, we don't stand a chance. I hate to be the bearer of bad news and the reality messenger. We are simply outgunned, outmanned, and outclassed. And that's okay. ZIM's safe, right?
"The pinstripe men of morning. Coming for to dance. 40 million dollars. The kids don't stand a chance."
We were always given the advice to sit back get your popcorn and relax. I know some of us can't do that. We need to get in the kitchen and start pushing the chef over, Rosemary here, parsley there, and some thyme everywhere. We beg for Intel. Intel junkies. But there's no way to guarantee the Intel were given is true. But still we beg because we've got nothing better to do. We're hooked. Blue sky. We want to drive although we should be lucky we're just getting a ride. That's an old joke by the way. Give a ZIM holder a ride and he wants to drive.
So my advice to the wolfpack's is: keep it under 200 words. You won't lose so many of us. My advice to the lonewolves is: if it doesn't feel right or sound right move onto the next article. It's not worth the frustration or the heartburn. I call it my mountain goat rule. Maybe if we both do those things, we'll meet somewhere in the middle and we can all vibrate together. And isn't that really what we all came here to do? Yea? No? Maybe so? Weed killer and binary code.
And that's the word