Breathe.
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Up and waiting for the storms to begin. I need this. There’s something linking my spirit and its need to absorb cool rainfalls. Those Black Irish roots long for a home they never knew. In my travels, the two places where I felt my vibrations sync the most with those of the surrounding land were…
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I must have this. Now. Like, right now.
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Here we go again; BS in the background. Some British poon on the English version of French news – that’s a twist – is telling me things my own country’s journalists won’t touch. By the time most of us got the balls to go nose-to-nose with our goddamn religious upbringings, those who merely accepted it…
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Reflection. I do it often (too often), but rarely at one thirty in the morning. At least, not in a while. Sometimes you must take a step back to look at the broader picture. Tomorrow is the 3rd No Kings protest, and I just wanted to spend a few moments remembering what I’m protesting. It’s…
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Guitar picks in the washing machine…
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I’m going to make you click on it. Trust me, it’s the least you could do.
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As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted by our morning, extraterrestrial visitors, I’ve been down in the dumps a bit. Now, after filing my first, official MUFON report, I flipped a few forgotten switches. I thought my doo-doo-brown Fender amp would catch fire. It made me feel quite good for a change, so…
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The amount of traffic this site gets when I speak of depression and misfortunes is astronomical compared to when I’m hunky-freakin-dory. It’s typical, statistical American society at a glance. People just want to watch you fail, since it’s a tad more interesting than sitting on your ass and accomplishing absolute shite. My failures are gateways…
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Charities are more than bank accounts. You have to get off your ass and care.
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As I explained yesterday: welcome to WWIII. Actually, we’ve been here for five years already; you’re just waking up. Take your time. I’m a religiously ex-communicated (I married a brown-chick once), Army veteran, hippie who hates war and religion. Mix them? Well, then you get what we have right here. We must stop listening to…
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It’s a new week and a new day. What better way to celebrate it than to get up early, down some covfefe, and blow the dust of my bicycle. I don’t have far to go to reach my personal health goals, and a few months of cycling would be just the way to cap it…
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A special thanks to all my new subs! Don’t hesitate to reach out in the comments section, on the About page, or via email at Chad@RevDareCloud.Com. Let’s see what tomorrow brings! I hope it’s aliens… It sure beats crusty, old, rich pedos.
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Prepare yourselves; this isn’t going to be easy for you to hear. Then again, perhaps I was the odd-one-out all those years and this is totally normal? That’s not necessarily a question, I’m just using the question mark for inflection. Not totally sure if that’s allowed within the rules of the English language but, again,…
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It’s okay to be in your fifties, smoking between cars, dodging mall security, and thumbing through vinyl. Don’t let society’s expectations steal your fire. Be a fucking wizard.
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Me and mine are sitting up drinking coffee in the hotel room doom scrolling. Outside the door, two maids are having a disagreement. I don’t speak espanol, so I cannot solve their issue or successfully intervene. Instead, I’m quoting aloud scenes from Jabba’s palace in “Return of the Jedi”, translating like 3PO, and cracking-up my…
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This tree. The alien things this tree has seen and heard throughout the decades. I say alien, because I assume trees find us as such. None of us can assume to comprehend the comings and goings of trees. One good turn, and such. The park in which it resides began as a privileged playground over…
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I exhale winter’s last pure breath. Soon, it’ll be nothing but a memory; replaced. Recorded over by the next snowfall, if ever. A rarity to the southern-born child. There’s miles beneath these mild-winter feet; Rockwell art come to life. The 1950’s Holiday dreams marked and remembered by every child twenty years after the fact. The…
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We are all stuck inside with our phones and television because of the weather. Our phones and the television are showing us people being murdered on the streets of America. We’re trapped, but maybe that’s a good thing. Some who’ve turned their head will be forced to watch. I’m an Army veteran, and I’m scared…
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We’re the laughing stock of the world (we’ve been for a decade), there’s winter weather on the way to Dallas, and Ted Cruz is already on a plane. I’ve played this game before. All bullshit aside, how are you? I was speaking with a neighbor a few moments ago about him getting gypped on web…
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I’m just now taking a moment to breathe and look at the big picture. I’ve had a few of you subscribe to my nonsense this week, and I thank you for it. I just type what’s on my mind, no matter how bizarre. Let’s set the tone… I’m not sure what my plans are for…
The Gonzo Wolf 