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All Women Are Unique Be it the way a woman looks at you, the way she smiles at you or the angle of her hand when she waves, every woman is unique.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what happens when you see beauty in every one?  This one has a dimple in her chin, that one has a extra curve in her booty.  The one over here has a sparkle in her eye, the one over there has a aura of greatness around her like a golden haze.  That big lady you call ugly has the heart of a queen, this skinny girl has the soul of a demon.  We always swear we are not judgemental pricks with surface value desires, at least I know that is true for me.  Even though I have only dated women of color, I have dated all sizes, shapes and shades.  None of us are perfect, if I find the perfect exterior, usually the inside is lacking.  When you find a woman who is soulful and intelligent, usually, she lacks somewhere physically.  Did I say I was perfectly right with my...

Do I want to put out another novel?  Sure.  I have a second novel and a book of poetry complete.  But I ask, what's the point?  When energy is consumed in YouTube and TikTok in minutes and seconds instead of days and hours.  When the point of attention is unconsciously reduced by watching bit videos consisting of the current trend or motif, how can I expect anybody to pick up a digital copy of thousands of words, or a paperback that weighs little more than a Apple tablet?

 Here It Is, by Leonard Cohen https://youtu.be/-WaBpScRGuo So I guess while I wait on publishers to get it together for my next book, I'm just going to blog it out, blog it out, I was going to #WalkItOut but then I wouldn't get any writing done.  The last few years for me, have been an emotional rollercoaster, but shit, look at America, the skirt of Lady Liberty has been getting lifted by the breeze of truth for a few years now and it's beautiful. But let's be honest, America had it coming.  Every great society has fallen at least once, and look at America, trying to look pristine in the world's eye, but smudged like a child's make-up if you look closely.  And I honestly think that's what I'm going to talk about here, America the fake, and my life.  And why not, nobody's going to read it anyway.   P.S. if you see a song title, check it out, cause chances are, it will increase the emotional gumbo involved with reading this literary greatness. P.S.S. S...