I am registering to vote so I can hang fag juries in court. (says AGAPESOPHRA…The Master Confessor, Mark Edward Dezonia (De Zonia))

(Wow! WOW! I happened to run across this post by accident. This guy deserves to be read, and recognized, and given your honest feedback. I thought it was satire at first…BUT NO!!!

I went to his site and read several more posts. PLEASE LET HIM KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Diplomacy

I am tired of you society your nothing but scumbag fascist to me! I coming for you fags in court.

You loser juries better watch out!

You fags can never be my equal that is impossible. I am just going to show up to step on juries for not following the judges instructions, etc.

I will crush you mocking losers like fascist deserve if you even try bullshit in your circus court with me got me losers!

I am showing up to smoke you fags up until there is nothing left of your dumb ass butts. Police officers will sooner want in that court room before I will scubbags!

I dare you! I will ghost you losers just like that. Try me punks!

Sincerely, My alter ego,
Who is a professional wrestler.

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Delusional?

The last few years have demanded a great deal of introspection of myself, as well as assessment by my mental healthcare professionals, to wit:

A therapist of mine asked me awhile ago if I had ever experienced any delusions or episodes of delusional behavior, partly because a previous therapist had described my conversations as ‘grandiose’ and ‘rambling.’

I thought for a moment, and said “Well that depends…”

“What do you mean, ‘that depends’?” he asked. “Have you ever thought that you were Jesus, or that you could fly, or maybe had other supernatural powers?”

“No, but to tell the truth, it has occurred to me that no matter what you believe, as long as you can find enough people to support your dreams, and never have to face that you are wrong, it’s not a delusion anymore, either for you, or them.” 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

How would I Know it’s You?

By the time that I graduated college, I thought that I knew how to write, but then realized that I didn’t really know what to write.

So I went out into the world to experience Life. 

Given my proclivities for most of the things that interested me, I often found myself balls-deep trying to evade incarceration, physical harm, or emotional collapse.

I didn’t get much writing done, but somehow I knew that it would be good material for some sort of chronicle. This eventually led me to embrace what I came to call ‘enhanced and fortified non-fiction’ because without a certain degree of redaction and obfuscation, I could stand a real chance of prosecution, litigation, and embarrassment of any number of colleagues, as well as myself.

And to be perfectly honest, many of the events did not end well.

Eventually, I realized that I could string together any number of these real-life experiences without much concern for reality as much as re-invention of random events and characters by recycling and re-purposing my past.

Three novels (and six marriages) later, I find myself finally actually attempting to publish my works.

Publishing and self-promotion, I am finding, is much more difficult than writing.

One of the first things that I learned was that I needed to ‘identify my target audience’…hmmm. (I wish that someone had told me that a couple of decades ago).

As much as it makes perfect sense, most of my works are essentially reflexive, or a reaction to where I seemed to find myself each time that I sat before my word processor, or pile of paper, etc.

Which means that now, I have to decide, (or identify) just what sort of person would be inclined to want to read this first novel.

How do I learn to recognize that It’s you?

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

09/23/2022

AT LAST

This is the final draft for the cover of Blue Agave Moon

There is no Growth without Pain

For years, I was an analog technician in a digital world. I was introduced to technology before anything was digital…even watches. I loved technology on principle, but then…

Multi-function buttons?…wtf?

I did not seem to be able to navigate any app because its operations seemed counter-intuitive, so I got lost, confused, frustrated, and alienated.

My previous phones were just phones, at least until I started using the calendar to keep my appointments in order. The idea of accessing the internet with my cell phone seemed superfluous. My only computer was a desktop. Of course, the ‘Contacts’ feature made my little black book obsolete.

Then came weather radar. This was a must for me, living in Florida.

Next came the barcode reader. Wow. …and a calculator. All from my phone?

An app that measures anything, including angles. And an app called the ‘Toolbox’ that was full of cool stuff. I loved technology: I could feel myself being drawn in to a new world.

Then I bought an Apple watch, (because my old watch had died). It only told the time…how arcane! The face of the new watch not only shows the time, date, and day of the week, but it also shows wind direction and speed, the temperature, and compass heading

Now I can drive anywhere using the ‘maps’ app on my phone (she even speaks directions so that I don’t have to look), listen to over eleven hundred songs stored on the phone, which controls my stereo, which are identified and controlled from the watch, and I can even speak directly with anyone else who has the ‘walkie-talkie’ function.

It took some work, but I’m sold… Excuse me, but I just got a notification about someone who just read one of my blog posts….

PS: If you think that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, maybe you just need a better bone.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

09/21/2022

Enlightenment

…Is not the everlasting kiss of true love.

Even Love isn’t.

Nothing is guaranteed. Accept it.

When Love comes, enjoy it in the moment…it isn’t an ice-cream cone that never melts. When it goes, accept it. 

Cut flowers are a reminder of the fleeting nature of youth and beauty.

After a few moments, even an orgasm begins to resemble a seizure.

Better to enjoy the moments of happiness while they last than to get caught up in begrudging all the times that they didn’t live up to your expectations. 

For every epiphany. there is another to follow it in due time.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

How will you help a person with suicidal thoughts? (by Vidhi Darji)

Those Uncommon Thoughts

HOW WILL YOU HELP A PERSON WITH SUICIDAL THOUGHTS?
Suicide is a desparate attempt to escape suffering that has become unbearable. Blinded by feelings, of self loathing, helplessness and isolation, a suicidal can’t see any way of finding relief except through death. Most Suicidal people are deeply conflicted about ending their own lives. They can’t see any alternative option.
Suicidal prevention starts with recognizing the warning signs and taking them seriously. If you think your friend or family member is suicidal plenty of things you can do to help. There are number of things we can do as supportive and empathetic human.
SPEAK FROM THE SOUL. You are confuse sometime what to say to depressed or suicidal persons. We should speak from heart. Show that you care by talking to them.
LISTEN: Suicidal person carries so much burden, they feel they can’t handle. We should listen their loneliness, feeling of…

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Kick the stigma

Many intelligent and creative people suffer some form of mental illness, (just like everyone else), but it seems like sensitivity and higher consciousness enhances vulnerability.

The day that I came back from my two-year hiatus, one of the bloggers that I used to read regularly posted an apology for being affected by mental illness. I was moved by his courage.

‘The unexamined life is not worth living’ is not a cliche. It takes courage to face your demons and re-evaluate your life. Sometimes it is not pretty or pleasant.

Diabetes is also an incurable disease. Who would judge them for being ‘weak’ or worthy of shame? It takes strength of character and an open mind to show everyone the compassion that we all deserve.

That which detracts from the lives of any of us diminishes and demeans the lives of all of us…and vice-versa.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

I’m back

Today is my tenth anniversary with WordPress.

I’m back…What a coincidence