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circa April 06, 2016

Nature is upset at you for using her elements to make up your body. She expects you to cultivate her, or she will hasten your return to her soil, for the purpose of helping her live longer.

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Broke Dick's Thoughts Bucket

circa September 17, 2019

You've read Poor Richard's Almanac. Now it's time for some brain nuggets (21, to be exact) from his estranged cousin, Broke Dick. Some wins ain't worth winnin'. "Less than 15 items" is "fewer than 16 items." There ain't trouble like a leather-bound day planner. A salad's just not a good salad until gravity's played with it for a time. The purpose of college is to unlearn what you been taught. The orange hand across the street don't need a high five. No one isn't irritated by what ain't spoken. Service rewarded is employment. The only difference between bein' famous and fallin' from a building is one of 'em lets you reach the ground. The porch light shows criminals where the knob is. If life's kicked you out of your groove, it might be 'cause the song's over. Make sure the cuttin' edge ain't from a dull knife. Grandpa's candy is gross so he can have some. Speed bumps ai...

The Dick Who Was

circa February 18, 2020

___________________________________________________________________ Hi. I'm sorry to say that Broke Dick died on October 31, 2019. His dying wish was for me, his great-nephew, to write down what he told me on his death bed as one final list of wise words he feels the world needs to know. I'll try my best, but I'm sorry if--from what I could scribble down--I can't capture his folksy style of speech in my writing. I hope you enjoy these words, as they're the last of Broke Dick. Keep failure an option, don't make it the goal. Better thought a living coward than proven a dead fool. The world's always had too many eight year-old teenagers. You don't got room for baggage if you're drivin' a handcar. Journals compile the first draft of history. Words're like metal; the soft kind can poison ya'. Trust and obedience don't last long apart. Killin' time in the present risks woundin' time ...

A Well of Muddy Tears

circa October 29, 2019

Now, I have plenty of avid follower to attest to my impeccable use of modern technology. If I need information, for fun or research, my use of modern technology is the pool from which I draw to fulfill every needful thing for this blog, as well as my other blog, as well as conversations where I need to prove someone wrong. I definitely never squander this access to information, never before seen by humankind--namely, I certainly haven't spent well over an hour or five playing a video game or multiple video games; I completely stay away from articles that have no useful information; and, I have never spent an entire morning, afternoon, evening, and part of the night (let's say up till 3 a.m.) watching various TV shows, movies, and internet videos. However, our young companions in this world aren't as responsible with technology as I am, and some are even worse liars. They (we) have so much at their (our) actual fingertips, resources we had to really look for in the p...