Every moment is precious!No more wars, no more unnecessary deaths! Must we suffer idiocy!?!? Temper raw outrage! Vagina balls to the rescue ! No more guns, bullets, Amo!

No more wars and unnecessary deaths! 6/26, 2026 happy Tuesday, 8:27pm now chez Quinn's! puzzle making and downloding my political, social video commentaries! Celebrate life, do not sell life! No more guns, bullets and amo! There is still much beauty and growth even in the old as I bore witness to here with this tree and its old bruised tree trunk, ouch! Vagina balls to the tescue of tired old male white balls failed and still failing in sooooo meny few meny many wayvway way ways! Every moment is precious! 8:39pm Tuesday night chex z Quinn's Temper raw outrage. Must we suffer idiocy!?

I am all, inside, on my side, besides myself, in spite of myself, me, the beast brut savage hunter cave man, killer, simple, defined by my base, a baseless that is consistent, persistent, intent on a very few things, that pull, pulling me , dicktating to me constantly my script that dogs me till I do, and rather Than cummit to it entirely I distract myself till the lateness of aloneness of night that bites and grips and slaps taps wraps me up in its embrace so fierce, so tight, robbing me of my powers to think except to execute and assuage my appetite for sex and cumming up sperm warm sticky specific cut grass smell of sate-aaahhhhh-a-tion!

were it to be any other way, otherwise!? were it to be me in disguise denial lies?! were it to define me other than base base i am just like all the other human males were my tail by me be up now yes for sale!? male animals that want nothing more than to fornicate, today's lonely pornicater so all our horns a blast a trash, hornicators! do the nasty, have the nasty done to/upon me to be penIsTrated orchestrated mated bated to be the center of other's desires sires the popular term of , i believe these days bred a other man's , other multiple men's bread head , liquid wine reds, peat mossed so burn that throat fire water life awakening shots of electricity to heart and brain, guts ablaze empty awaiting primal onslaught like a ceremonial sacraficial sacrifice so, a numbing , release of thinking straight now in gay Paris, so to speak, the prize being you for others, their exclusive si members others' schlongs pirocas no more only pussy-footing toes digging probing giving up all rights to the only rite worth a damn , rites to be laid made so till one can take it no more so filled spilled drilled plucked pricked cum-slicked crave craving mad so lust bust bursting yes mad for it, mad to be manImeMyMinePulated to pass out be so sored spliced split yes spit piss lain full weight, thrust in out the door window to turn back say no- gone! they have insanely purposed it all to be so

Memorial Day and stop and pause, try and picture, understand the ultimate sacrifice, service to our country so dear, thanks! We owe our very lives today to you!

to listen to the music to read the books in hand to see the pictures, look! to see the bigger picture to look today daily/nightly to remember our past, and to appreciate the greatest to know that sacrifice cost to thank those military acts to understand that price so knowing how dear it is / was to die for our country that needs us now more than ever to acknowlege actions & cons take to heart those consequences as we are dealing with them now and do not want loved ones lost that their actions we not in vain i stopped, paused, am appreciating valor duty mission lotalty trust let not all this by one man be lost

My art serves Me My Mine Myself I am the principle audience, coming from my contacts in , with, life visited upon, happening around, not caring a hoot, no, not one bit, centered on itself, never really ever, on me, just happening, that flow touching me just by being!

What I just wrote above in the head,ine is a poem all in itself i am visited constantly by life itself whether #wHeTherImeMyLikeIt or not, #fortuneATEmeIMyMineIly yes yes si oui ja I do love it more than i have ever been able to visualize or vocalize or imagine fantasize or understand that this is me my mine I i just need to dot dote emote on my I as it is a far cry from all the impulses i am able to feel, to reel from, so real but, as I promote my art I need to be able to share it with he her they them others! my hope that they fall for real in love this is my sincere hope, head over heels in contact, in reaction to it so primal!

We don’t need no big brother , no big daddy, no big snoop!

No more medling no more intrusion confusion dis dis dig illusion attraction to things you want from us no more throw us under the bus, Augustus but you can i give you my permission yes to call me Gus because we are throwing you so under you heard it from me/ us- bus! No worries no fuss you are so the vermin zillion time worse no need worry for you yes yes hurse , o need to reimburse us as your ride has arrived 4 you!

we are taking back the money that you stole so selfishly wrongly, purposefully from us! cheers! throwing leers Lears tossing out kings, royalty no pkace for oligarcs, tears! no obe here 2 cry Argentina for more pressing matters should have always been here and that birth we attend to!

I real life no lies no, not on purpose, for porpoise, I work not to be understood as I am most certainly not by many, but, I work to follow my muse wherever it amuses my muse to take me!

I work not to be understood As I understand most definitely That, by and arge larger still, I am definitely not understood By so many that stay within the Comfortable boundaries of safety Of silence by and from them saying Not one iota molecule atom of notice Spectators, on a social media leash That does not welcome commentary When , to them, it dusrupts business You know, that business as usual that Plainly si,ent but implied - making Money, gobs and tanker loads MONEY! I fully support Heather Cox Richardson She is a shining beaming light of hope! No dope, within scope reach, appreciation And understandi g if tge Trump administration!

Are we finally enough people strong Betting Our Lives On This Foul Hand of Cards WE are being dealt!? I am for sure! My life depends on my level of involvement!

Our very Lives are dependent on On the next steps we take make Bake, bot forsake, no mistake!!! I am giving what it surely takes! No ands ifs or buts, kick all butts! The mess our complacence , disconnect Closure from exposure, to much excess Soooooo much pandering, intrusions, Getting in our minds, looting our Deepest secret once places that left Had no traces till the foul internet Bust open US WE ALL, cameras every Which where way , so much wear&tear! So many observers stares stare stares! Not commenting, too scared, but on Social Media spoon-fed what to be of Soooooo totally aware as that distract That dangling before our eyes, tempting Fake morsels of fame glitz glory that Maquiage an unecessary make-up-over of A once perfectly glorious world that Even with all its ' perfect imperfections ' Upon a time once less dumbed down, yes Believe it ir not, time we were less Sold to, traded, exploited,burned urned!