When talking of success
Some think it is just luck
Others, claim it’s hard workTo create chance takes work
Chances to find success
Heros make their own luckStarting off well is luck
As you gain from the work
Of your parent’s successIn the end, success comes from both good luck and hard work
– Shaman Romney 2017
I’m heating up the isolation
I brought with me to work
To go along with the loneliness
I brought as a snack
I’ll wash it down with some self pity and introversion
Maybe have a little human contact
If I want to splurge a little
But probably not today
– Shaman Romney 2017
Some mustacio’d pistachio thief
Stole into my living space
And much to my disbelief
My nuts have vanished without a traceI wanted to find him, to give chase
But I didn’t know where to start
My mind a bullet, my thoughts race
In my chest is a broken heartFor I cannot bear to be apart
From my favorite shelled green seed
For I love to have them a-la-carte
My desire goes past want to needI guess I will have to concede
That my stash is gone forever more
Since I do not have any lead
I’ll suck it up, and go to the store.
– Shaman Romney 2017
First, below is the pic showing my donation:
I’ve been trying to stick to my new whole plant based diet. It’s tough. Habits die hard, and apparently I forgot to shoot the head, so their shuffling corpses have arisen to drag me down. Part of me misses the simplicity of Soylent, and wants to go back. But I know it isn’t mentally healthy to live so restricted.
I think I just need to exercise some discipline. I don’t even want the junk food; it is pure bad habit causing me to eat it. Maybe I’ll hire someone to slap me every time I buy and eat junk.
Hopefully I can nip this in the bud before I gain back everything I lost. If not, I may be posting here in a few months with an even more extreme challenge/goal/punishment.
Wish me luck,
Shaman
Your innate talents
Are like a pool inside of you
Building up pressure
The longer you wait
To let it rush out
And shower down
In golden radiance
And leave your mark
On the world.
– Shaman Romney 2017
I’ve got too many cavities
That need to be filled
So I seek a professional
Who will give them a drill
He’ll help make me numb
So I don’t feel a thing
And he’ll give me the gas
So my thoughts can take wing
And I’ll laugh as he works
As he drills the holes wide
As my mind disappears
He puts metal inside
When he is finished
And I’m no longer numb
I may feel less empty
But I’ll never be done
– Shaman Romney 2017
I have parasocial friends
Parasocial loves
Parasocial enemies
Parasocial colleagues
A panoply of parasocial people
But no actual social life.
– Shaman Romney 2017
I want to gorge myself
On life
On happiness
On experience
On love
But those things are scarce
And I find myself starving
So instead
I’ll gorge myself
On food
On drink
On distractions
Maybe then
I’ll feel full
– Shaman Romney 2017
Why am I petty?
Vindictive
A sad, selfish soul?I could be happy
Without care
But it gets to meBeing betrayed hurts
Long after
In spite of myselfOne day I won’t care
Much too late
My life will be gone
– Shaman Romney 2017
My favorite drink
My morning ritual
Something to do besides work
An excuse for conversation
Fuel for a looming deadline
A failed college career
A fond memory
An unhealthy addiction
Brown, opaque water
The roasted seed of a fruit
Coffea arabica or coffea canephora
Eighty to one hundred thirty five milligrams of caffeine
A drink
– Shaman Romney 2017
Shame on The Universe 