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im not going to be all ranty ravy about it, or use swear words or point people out. bt ive got a few gripes about private lbogging sites. and like this places tagline says, “a place to vent” so thats what im doing… venting.

letaly ive been getting rather interesting emails about how i swear in my blogs, so rather then use swearing, ill just be using stars instead, why? its just another ****ing way for me to **** with your heads i guess. with that **** out of the way, i can get to the ****ing point. im ****ed. i dont know what i meant by that, but apparently it works to a certain charm.

i like rules too, i got a few of my own, such as dont be an *** to me and i wont be a *** to you. pretty simple, i also got another rule. never try to **** a donkey with your **** in a **** while flipping a **** into a **** and then ****ing the ***** into a vat of ***** or the **** will *** and **** your *** in the ***** with a huge ***** but not before ****ing the ***** and ****ing the ***** into a **** with another ****. that rules very easy to follow.

i like blogging, i like sharing my point of view with people. please note i said nothing offensive in the above state, but i decided to play with a bunch of stars to mess with your heads a bit. thats naother thing i like doing, not trolling aorund, but simply having fun in a general context. im sorry if my single use of the word **** got yall upinto a cumminty **** storm, but i think we can all agree that putting a **** in a *** while two ****** decide to **** you in the *** with a ten foot **** and then shocking your **** into a *** storm.

i think ive made my point pretty confusing at this point. just remember, i can now **** with your minds thanks in part to the stars. i dont plan to, but this entry sure demonstrates a variety of ways those little ****ers can mess with your mind if you get my meaning. oh right, lmao, i almost forgot to clarify a few things so the censors dont **** out on me again.

its an interesting thing to see dogs masters let their own dogs out of their own yard. and and even morei nteresting experience running half way around the block to get said dogs. to of them, fast little fuckers as well.

anyways, the first time i had to get them back was when a few black kids thought it would be funny to scare their little sibling. now im all for a good laugh too, but they purposely let the dogs out of the yard. i think its the owners fault for not locking the gate. at anyrate, they got out, started some trouble, and then i had to get them back inside. al the woman of the house was doing was waving a plastic bag from the edge of the property, in hopes that the dogs would naturally be attracted to women waving plastic bags. why? i dont know. it took me five minutes the first time around. fairly easy.

this time however, not so much. she was once again, waving that little plastic bag at them, hoping for dear gods sake, that those lovable little pooches of hers would come running back on home… to this, they did not. instead, they ran towards my house, started barking their fucking heads off, and then proceeded to run down the street.

me being the good guy, i couldnt resist a morning run in my south park pjs.

so i went running down the street with one sock on, hoping for dear god that there wouldnt be any goats heads in the dirt. the houses on my block are about 30ft. apart. yep. you read correctly, 30. needless to say i got those dogs in a second time. and then she doesnt close the gate fast enough.

naturally… they run back out again.

what… the fuck.

so i go and get them back in, this time tackling the poor bastards likke amy whinehouse does to three tons of crack on a daily basis. how else do you explain her fucked up teeth? two minutes later i got one in, and then another half a minute later they are both inside the gate.

and as im walking back to my house, i hear the husband beat the dogs with a PCP pipe.

would they have been better off if i had not wasted the precious moments of my morning chasing the mutts?

in the past when blogging, ive often become the target of blog stalkers, whom i despise more then anything, and blogstalkers, who are cool in my book. but more importantly are the readers themselves, somehow the topics i frequently write about has some influence over them and their way of thinking about someone if i talk about it long enough, then to them it is true.

at times, ive often taken advantage of the group viral mentality effect that i seemed to have on them and blatantly used it to simply blast the hell out of people who have annoyed me to some extent. at one point even going so far as to create a well done poster depicting someone as a pedophile, for the isple reason that they had done the same to me.

in another instance i had been writing a book for al ittle over a year in my blog, and for some reason, people thought that two characters, of which i basedo ffo f two people i knew in real life, were lesbians and were dating each other. i dont know if that fact was true or not, but it did seem to have an interesting effect to it. recently i havent been blogging personal thoughts as much, as i have been simply posting story parts to it.

i have also written blogs while drunk, and insulting theh ell out of people while ocming up with various ways of describing them. at one point, i wrote a drunk blog that was seven pages long. which was pretty interesting to me. but apparently, itl ooked more like a suicide note with celeb jokes thrown in for good measure.

i like this place, il continue to post my personal thoughts here and on occasion, throw in somel inks that youll be able to visit if it seems interesting enough to me.

i often wonder if there is more to life then just the here and now. what about the there and then? whether its the past or future, events will still replay themselves in both history and our mind. there is just no helping it really. but rather than justify a means for time travel, annoy the hell out of doc brown, and give the manuer jackass a taste of his own medicine, im going to talk about something thats a little bit close to home for all of us.

growing up.

not just the process of childhood to teenage years to adult hood, but the constant process of growing up, both in terms of mental stability when it comes to any situation, and of course experience. our first kiss, our first car, the first time we have sex, our first everything. its no surprise thati find myself wandering about the landscape of my own mind, seeing the great static cling that has somehow evolved into this mental state. but there in lies the wonders, the majesty, and the delicate balance of who we are as people, and the ever present fear of who we couldve become if one single little thing had been different.

we often see in movies about time travel the basic laws and rules of it. such as in the butterfly effect. we all now know that if ashton cutcher stars in another butterfly effect movie, he will make another tv show about scaring the crap out of celebs and normal people alike. like i said before, even if one little thing were to change, then a whole nother domino effect of events could happen and change who well become entirely.

i blame miss california for screwing with the time stream. just because i can and no other reason. if life has taught me anything, its that certain events should not have happened, but they must because of the positive changes that become reality. i constantly wonder how lucky i am that i landed the fiance i did, and it often scares me how, if even one thing had been done differently, then the dynamic of our relationship would have changed drasticly.

its the same for this blogging site, im a fairly new person here, no one knows me, and it gives me space to actually be me instead of some person that everyone expects to act a certain way. and there, my fellow bloggers becomes another focal point of the discussion.

points of view.

for the longest time, i truthfully thought that everyone led the same exact life that i did, it wasnt until i had a epiphany that i realized the factual truth. that whatever i may have done that hour, that minute, or even that second, four billion other humans are doing entirely different things. this may sound incredibly basic to those of you that are a bit more experienced then i, but it still amazes me none the less.

i often imagine what other people are seeing through their eyes, and see them from an entirely new perspective, or even discover a side of them i wasnt previously aware of. my constant curious craving for new perspective, has more often then not, become both my greatest strength, and my greatest flaw. i find myself looking at the world through hundreds, if not thousands of imagined perspectives and truly see with wonderment and greater clarity how the world truly is.

Posted via web from The mind of Morgan James Gavin

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