. Reality is a simulation. Vs The Universe is a conscious living being. . Both facts Could be simultaneously true. Neither fact would be mutually exclusive. We could each be just a small, simulated part of a larger cognitive function. Needed as part of an immense single consciousness, With mere delusions of independent identity. (A delusion which is a vital part of us being a useful part of that larger cognitive function). - In other words - Metaphorically, Each of us is a mere subroutine of a larger *AI framework… ….And we each must believe we are a completely independent program, To correctly function as a required subroutine. For the overall health and well-being of the one true immense single consciousness. (*AI - Or Any mystical spiritual equivalent – “Mass mind” “Entity” “god head” “Manu” - Our silly tags and labels don’t matter anymore when you get to that sort of unfathomable scale or reference, way beyond all our mere mortal comprehension.) . . PS: Beware of "Dime store g...

 ! RE: Long-Term Clinical Depression I think it is unfair that we always judge people on the one battle they lost. And not on the hundreds of battles fought and won over the years! How many years is enough?! How many "hold on for one more day" -'s are enough?! Do not criticize what you cannot possibly understand with your chimed-in, two cents, trite, "dime store guru" bull shit! For many of us with long-term mental health issues, “death by old age” is a very unlikely scenario! Most of you, “well-meaning fair-weather friends” could not last an hour with our crap without ripping your own eyes out with your fingertips. And we have done it for decades! So, to call us cowards or weak if one of us loses one final time after decades of that kind of torture…?! Really?! FUCK OFF! With that Shit! !

. The Animus and the Yang. By Ross E F Lombardi . (a straight man) . I am a straight man who has a problem with all other straight men. I am not a bigot as such, Or maybe I am, I am not totally sure… …But there is definitely a bias against us all. We are a needed poison but never the cure. . If someone calls me a “Good Man” It feels like an oxymoron. The male energy is a slaughtering weapon, A bloody knife. Or Gun, The male energy is just yet another murdered wife. . If they call me “Good” It feels like an impossible lie! The male energy or Yang is only a hot white flame, A bright shining darkness in me that makes me sad. A burning destruction, And nothing but bad. . Every straight man here has dreamt and is dreaming even as I speak. Of harming another. -….And I as stand here reporting this, - Probably of harming me. Every straight man here not only knows what I say is true. But is eager to prove it. Because that is what we are. Harming others is what we do. . If they call me a “Man” I...

 

FAT By Ross E F Lombardi  . Some people are fat, Because they hate themselves. . Some people are thin, Because they hate themselves. . Some people take drink and drugs, Because they hate themselves. . Some people live a life of discipline and self-denial. Because they hate themselves. . Some people are cruel to others. Because they hate themselves. . Some people put up with too much of  other people's shit, Because they hate themselves. . Some people chase some form of success, Because they hate themselves, And have something to prove. . Some people give up. Because they hate themselves. And feel there is nothing more they can do. . Far too many people make excuses, Pretend and deny that they do not hate themselves. When in fact they do. . Far too many people admit the fact. And do all the usual self-destructive crap, That far too many of us do. . But good or bad. Right or wrong. Self-aware or delude...

. . SALT WALL BURNING. By Ross E F Lombardi  WIP . On this wall. This wall of Salburn, Of This town of Salburn by the Sea. . On this wall. Where the woman who once loved me, Once waited, Once waited here for me. . In this damned wall, This wall of pain. This Salty Burn by an acidic memory Sea. . My imagination haunts me. As she now holds another man, Another man in her arms. A man who is not me. . My self-flagellating cruel mind will, Rip my heart and soul. Tears a tear from eye. A constant gut-repeated punch, That will not let be. . For I know. No one now, Will ever mourn, Or ever wait again, Wait again for me  .

. JUST GO! By Ross E F Lombardi . Life will tell you, Don't dance on an empty dance floor. Really? Just watch me! . Convention demands, You need to be in a group to go clubbing. Really? Just see me! . People will say, You cannot do or say that! Really? Then try and stop me! . Angry voices threaten. If we catch you doing shit, we'll batter you. I shrug, - Giggling. Then catch me! . Those kicking my ribs scream, Stay down you silly bugger! "Nah!" I whisper in sardonic glee  "I don't wanna" . I look in the mirror, And think no one will want this. Well, Prove me wrong and fuck me! . I, tell me, - That, I cannot be loved. So, Tenderly kiss me! . DO NOT - tell me who I am, - Ask me! . In a world that says, Know your place. I say, Fuck You! . Life, People and yourself will tell you lots of things  . Dare - double dare and - triple dare! . Dare to doubt IT! . Yourself, People, and Life will claim a lot of stuff, . Know This! . Almost all of it is Bullshit. .

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. DECLARATION OF WAR! My ex once told me. “You being fat is the biggest threat to our marriage”. She was right. Being fat is why she did not want to touch me. Being fat is why she is now fucking another man. If I am fat, THEN - I cannot be loved. I must become thin to be loved. Calories and Rest are my enemy. I don’t care about being healthy, I want to be loved. I will gain control. I will not let the universe win! I WILL gain the ability to be loved, I WILL get thin, Even if I sacrifice my health to do it! . Other people can be fat. But I am not allowed to be fat. It is only ok to be fat if you are normal AND charming. I can never be normal OR charming. But I can become thin. The world will only accept me if I am thin. .

  . Never fear the tyrant, the bully, the thug, or the serial killer. Never fear the Narcissist or the Sadist For all of these, are at heart, simple creatures. They only want to be feared, and respected, to have power, fame, and wealth. They are just evil humans. Instead, be terrified of the one who is willing to make the hard decisions that no one else is willing to. - including self-sacrifice of reputation, health, life, and honour, without any acknowledgement of their deeds. The ones that cannot be threatened or bribed or negotiated with The ones that care nothing for glory or medals or fame. The one willing to selflessly lose all friends and family and be seen as vile beyond compare, to protect the right secrets. Fear the ones that do not value their own good name! Be truly afraid of the good person who will at the cost of everything, Will always, "Do what is necessary”! "For the greater good" “At any and at all costs” Because THESE ar...

. I fully accept that I may never achieve ever being a "good person" BUT! If I try really, Really, REALLY hard, With a bit of luck, Maybe... ... I can somehow manage not to be a "bad" one! .

. Song Lyrics: “My Love” By Ross E F Lombardi . It’s a cold Wet Morning I’m no longer with you. It’s a cold Wet Morning, My Love. The Sun May be Shining. And the Ice Cream Melting It’s Still a Cold Wet Morning, My Love. . It’s a Hard Lonely Time You’re No Longer with me It’s a Hard Lonely Time, My Love. The Night May Seem Fine, My Feet May Be Dancing, It’s Still a Hard Lonely Pain, My Love. . And though we don’t belong together, And can never be together, I’m Still Going to Miss You, My Love. - I'll never again - Kiss You Never again - Hold you. I’ll Still Forever Miss You, My Love. . The Smile I Make is Fake I’m Just trying to be brave. This Smile I Make I Fake, My Love. And though I laugh and joke, It’s just an act. Inside I’m In tears, My Love. . It’s a Cold Grey Dawn It’s a Dull Grey Morning. It’s a Cold Gey Morning, My Love. And It may be Mid-Day And I might seem ok, It’s Still a cold grey day, My Love . And though We Can Never Be Together And Don’t Belong Together, I am still...

! DAM! There is hard-hitting satire... ...and Then! There is,  HARD AS FUCK HITTING SATIRE! This sketch - Is That second one!  !

 ! "No man wants a woman who..." WTF! "No man"??  HA!  - Like anyone can be a spokesperson for their entire gender!  - That is like saying "No Man likes Butter and Marmite on Whole Wheat Sourdough Bread"  - Or -  "No man likes the colour yellow on a Sunday if the mood is in Sagittarius." - Or -  "No Woman likes Star Wars and Star Trek unless she is a gold star lesbian"  - Such statements are silly nonsense made by silly nonsense people!  - There are documented cases of people falling in romantic love with a concrete paving slab!  - Don't try and tell me that everyone of any gender only likes all the same things in any category!  That is simply not how humans work!  AT ALL!  Even a little bit!  LOL! !

. THIS IS WHY SOCIAL SITUATIONS ARE STRESSFUL! . At a 'Friendly ' polite dinner party, The person sitting opposite, and smiling is probably trying to dismantle your 15 years of built-up career Or Your 20-year marriage behind your back. . - At least when someone is trying to punch or stab you - You KNOW that THEY are telling the truth! . - This is why social situations are hellish and stressful And Violent situations are like 'coming home '! . .