We meet again…you and I, to dance this dance called life. Who are you? And what were you doing before you arrived? I mean, seriously, I care about you. I don’t know why, exactly, but I do care. Shit yo, it’s like ~ maybe I care too much! But honestly, today, that’s not what I am here to talk about. Today, I am here to talk about how caring for people has gotten me a job offer.
No promises have been made yet, and, if you saw the Instagram post then you actually know the company which I am intending to work for. I will, of course, be very open about where I work as the future comes on. But for now, I’m going to keep it a little more lowkey. Tbh I still don’t really know what I’m doing with this blog. I like to write about sex. That’s what I know. Haha. But right now I’m writing about work ~ A job that I haven’t actually gotten yet, but, I strongly believe I am going to be good at it.
What I will be doing is literally going about the city of Albuquerque, and trying to convince people to stop using drugs, and come join out facility. It’s like…I think I’m going to be really fucking good at it. I’m going to spend a couple nights at the homeless shelters. Like, in a row. I’m gonna go up in that bitch and chill with those people and probably give out hella free kratom. I’m probably going to try and __________ in ABQ as well. Why not? I think I might be able to save $1000 per month with this new job. Like I said! No promises have been made, and there is no guarantee for how much I will get paid, but if I can actually get people to join our programme, then I know I will be compensated more than fairly. So, I’m just gonna do what I do best, and I’m going to go conversate with people. It’s like…everybody I talk to talks about the drug problems in ABQ. Hmm. If I was going to SF and my job was to get people to come off the streets and into our facility…would I be successful? It seems like it would be impossibly hard. But idk. SF is not ABQ. And besides, those motherfuckers is SF are the bottom of the barrel, because the level of social services in the Bay Area has been astronomical since, like, the 70’s I think. So The people who are living on the streets of SF, they want to be there, I’m sure of it, because there are already a plethora of people trying to “cure” the waywards of SF. Yo. I’m not gonna be able to help everyone. I know this. But I will definitely encourage them to go to SF. That’s the homeless capital of the world! The message is clear! If you want to live outside and be left alone, London Breed has your back. And I think that’s just wonderful, because, yo, San Francisco is an amazing place, and anybody should be able to go there and sleep amongst the Good Herb.
Do I DNCE like a girl? Seriously haha. If you were at the Nauti Parrot last Wednesday, then you saw me dancing haha. I love to dance. But yo, I am a weird dancer. This is fine, of course. I’m just philosophizing about it.
But, it got me thinking ~ maybe that has something to do with my writing. Like, yo, I think I was writing about it last night ^^^^^ haha ~ I love to write about sex. And you know, maybe that has something to do with the fact that I am so girly in so many other aspects of my life. I don’t feel like I have much in common with many of the men I know and meet. Maybe this is why I have had such a problem with generating wealth as well. You’ve got to be aggressive to make money, and I am not aggressive haha. I think less and less men are aggressive as time goes on, and eventually the aggression of the human race will be non-existent. Ferocity is not an attractive trait in a mate, and so it weeds itself. In most modern cultures, being a man has to do with if you have a penis or not, but in truth I think what we, all of us, believe to be men, are people who are aggressive. I’ve met some manly-ass bitches. They gone get weeded too. I know men who think the art of manliness is dying, but it’s simply evolving. You feel like women owe you something, but I feel like I should give change back.
In the future, they will not align the word man with an individual who is aggressive, but instead, they will align the word man with something closer to how Spark Narcissus Twain acted.
I hear yall motherfuckers. I’m too fresh for that shit. And now I’m leaving Florida. Yall can stay here and hate.
x. Saint Spark