My check-in…
Julian Nicholas Taylor, Funky Fox
Checking in with…….
Joy-Fear-Anger & Disgust
Disgust- that I find myself listening to parroting figures speaking from which they once heard. As well as the sheer desperation that many seek to find by approximating themselves within my presence.
Anger- that I’ve let so much of my time be wasted by this lack of love toward any form of the world.
Fear- That I will never work hard enough to clear these digressions, while not giving a fuck. while knowing the true fear is the future and the loss of nostalgic love for my personal history and upbringing.
Joy- That my upbringing has taught me to be proud of where I come from and to know my personal history and legacy’s journey. Crossing the Atlantic and fighting odds most leave to the unknown. I refuse to have my father strip me of my Red/White&Blue bleeding heart and dissolve my USA citizenship.
Yes, I now have 439 different Amazon Publishings….
That’s because I stay the fuck away.
I gave up pussy on a pedestal.
Money likes its Musical,
and fake ass faggots that think that I’m amusable.
September is the month.
I cut off the bun.
Hated the whole process but have chosen to dedicate me to the experience, and what I’ve learned is that anyone willing to deal with the turmoil of lengthy hair growth is holding onto their past more than they would like to think about. and as I sit here with the hair there is a part of me that doesn’t want to give up what the hair has been there for while I create action.
439 books at this point. Quite a bit to any extent, but you’d be as shocked as, and when you see a wild man with long unkempt hair that hasn’t seen a barber in over a year would have this under their belt.
Funny enough the funny MF does hold onto the energy that he thinks is possessed by the hair that was present during the creation of his toil. But now I realize that is all but a symptom of a hoarding disorder. needing proof of the moment thinking that if not exemplified will be discredited by our peers for having no proof of the experience at all.
One thing that I need to throw into the fire and let burn is the reality that I should not be expected to be anyone person’s liferaft…. which is nothing more than real to say but for any of you that know who Jesse is. Will understand that this man should not be turning to me as an answer to any of his problems.
like many others that I meet in my recent day understand, I can bring more to their table than they can bring to mine. Most of the time I want nothing from people and have little to no requests from them.
but what I find in recent days is that many understand the value that I bring to a table and want to take full advantage of this.
Bringing it back to Jesse, he believes that because I am a Canadian citizen that I will be able to provide some sort of assistance in facilitating his immigration to Canadian lands.
Now I understand that people work with what the perceive to have, but this is something that I think oversteps most boundaries as many would say this isn’t an act that can be reciprocated.
obviously…. lol, but what the fuck!
Other than that, I will not allow any of these supposed weights of people’s feelings to affect me at this point. I understand that they are just trying to squeeze a lemon; for everything, it’s got.
Regardless, much love for the people that try, but I want very little to a minimum from anyone, I don’t want the great beyond of wonder to bestow itself in a self debt to suffer through another person’s actions.
but that would normally make sense… I would think, but don’t know
let me know what you think!
Sincerely, Julian Nicholas Taylor
