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June 16, 2008 - Monday
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HOW TO START YOUR VERY OWN CULT!!!
Current mood: cultured
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
Are you tired of aimlessly posting blogs to create a following? Are you flat broke in dire need of additional income? Are you upset that others dont agree with your narcissism?
My best advice to you is to form your own cult. Its a lot easier than you believe. Here is a step-by-step guide to creating your cult:

1. Create a Mystique
Okay, I hate to say it, but women, it will be a lot harder for you to take on this task. All great cult leaders have always been men. The sexist male dominant society even applies to cult life. However, if you persevere, a woman could possibly become the best cult leader that ever existed, so dont get discouraged.
Public relations are crucial when it comes to this project. You have to appear as mysterious, wise, intuitive, and exotic. Be as wacky as you possibly can. You have to gain attention. Give people a reason to notice you. Dress like a peacock, wear your bathrobe in public, do whatever it is you have to do to get yourself noticed. Most people dont want to hear what it is that you have to say, until you give them a reason to.
Be sure to come from an exotic place. It does not matter whether you come from this place or not. No one is going to follow a leader whose origin is Miami Beach. Have your followers believe that you are from India, Tibet, Egypt, or any "holy land." Circulate rumors about yourself. Get you friends to talk about how much you have changed since you spent three years living with the natives in a remote South American jungle. Whatever is true or not, just have your followers believe that you have learned the secrets of the universe from some tribe in the middle of nowhere. Modern people are fascinated with the society that exists nowhere.
2. Create a Belief System
Now it doesnt matter what you have your potential followers believe in, as long is it something t that is incredibly different from their current belief system. People always question their beliefs, so if you tell them the opposite is true, they will stop to listen to what it is that you have to say. If you are going to be a leader, then you have to teach. It doesnt matter what you are teaching, just the fact that you are teaching. Give people reason to question their current belief systems.
In society there is huge paranoia when it comes to the end of the world. Use this to your advantage! Have your followers believe that you possess the keys to surviving Armageddon. People like to think that they have knowledge that others do not. Use this to your advantage! It is very important that you give your group an exact idea to how the world is going to end. Be careful with this one. Never tell any of your followers specific dates, but constantly keep pointing out the "signs."
3. Network
Its easier to start a cult in America than anywhere else in the world. Freedom of religion gives you a strong advantage if you are working in the states. People are constantly questioning the belief system that they have been brought up with.
You cant get any followers without networking. Myspace users already have a strong advantage. You already have a following! Be strategic with your posts and comments, and soon everyone will constantly be awaiting your next blog post. Leave people comments that make them question the reality of the universe. The more you get people to think, the best off you are. They will constantly keep coming back to you for advice.
In the outside world, market yourself just like you are a business. Offer classes at the local YMCA. You will need to do a little research. Learn how to give a guided meditation. Practice on being able to put a group of people into a hypnotic trance. If you need help, there are a lot of books you can buy via Amazon.com on hypnosis. Anyone can do it, but it just takes a little practice.
Make people believe that you are an outlet of divine energy. So many humans cannot think for themselves, they would rather someone else do it for them. If you can get people to relax, then you have got it made in the cult world. Practice techniques. Develop your own yoga. Study up on the chakra system and energy so you are able to speak like you have lived a life of experience. Society is obsessed with self-improvement. Exploit the insecurities of modern man. It is all very simple, just do your homework.
4. Become Gods Gift to the World
In order for you to become successful in the cult world, your followers must believe that you are the only one with the answers. Dont let your followers believe that you are God, but only that you are a messenger sent by God. Let people believe that you are selfless, and that you are only embarking upon this project to save the world, because the world is killing itself off. Humanity is very paranoid about their own survival. Use this to your advantage.
The key to gaining followers, is to make them feel that you have a contact with the divine that they do not. You are here to help them. Let your followers believe that you do not appreciate the burden of saving the world that you carry, but that you are only completing the assignments that you have been given.
Never, ever, answer the questions of your following with "yes" or "no" replies. Always speak philosophically like, "It is your task to decipher the illusion," or, "reality can never be defined by a human mind that lives in a constant state of confusion." The more that you make people think, the more you are able to distract them from focusing on the real world. Because of your empty insight, they will come crawling back to you, because you are able to make them ponder the meaning of life.
5. Make Everyone Lose Their Identity
If you have followed steps one thru four correctly, you will have a following. The next step is to give everyone new names. By having your followers switch to a new "spiritual" name, they are willingly ready to throw out their old identity. "Mary" might have been the divorced mother of three, but "Funquisha" can be the name of a goddess who has been fighting a battle for the salvation of humanity for thousands of years, and many lifetimes.
By giving your followers new names and identities, you become a father figure to them. They will respect you, and look up to you to enlighten them, and guide them through the rest of their paths. Be caring and giving. Regardless of your age, appear older and wiser. Let your followers feel that they have found their true family. Create a surrounding of love and support. Make everyone abandon their friends and real family, as that can only create conflict with your cult aspiration. Relocation to a new area is your best bet to steal these people away from their current identity. At this point, all of your followers should turn their bank accounts over to you, because you are the all-knowing master who is the only one capable of dealing with the evils of money.
6. Go to the Extreme!
By this point you have developed a following, and have relocated. This is the point where it is time to set up your own center or church. Give the group a name. Everyone alive wants a sense of belonging, so give them something to belong to.
Create sacred documents. Create a step-by-step guide for your followers to achieve enlightenment, like you already appear to have. Set up rituals. The crazier the better. The important thing at this step is to make people feel like they have a secret most people arent aware of. For example, cover yourself head-to-toe in olive oil, and dance under the moon when it is full. It doesnt matter the rituals that you have, just the fact that you have them.
Reaffirm your followers of how much progress they have made. If you are going to be successful as a cult leader, do not allow a single follower to feel that they have become stagnant. If they feel that they are stagnant, they will eventually leave your little soiree to pursue something else. If everyone feels like they are individually progressing, they will stay with you, because they feel a sense of accomplishment.
7. Form an "Inner Circle"
If you have followed my advice correctly, at this point you will have a ton of followers. You have created your own religion, and you have reached tax-exempt status. Here the workload gets heavy. The sense of accomplishment your followers have may start to dwindle. Create goals. Form an inner circle. Reward good cult behavior. Punish bad cult behavior.
Form your inner circle by your most crazy and devout followers. Give the members of your inner circle a leadership status of their own. If you are smart and lead correctly, eventually your inner circle will take over, lessening your own personal work load. Your inner circle should be composed of your most devout, and power hungry followers. At this point they will take over your duties as the leader, giving you the opportunity to just be the teacher.
Set up ceremonies. Without a really great ceremony, most of your followers will shy away from the inner circle. Make it an honor for them. People crave power, so give the members of your inner circle a certain degree of power. They are your bishops. If you build your inner circle the right way, eventually you will be able to branch out, and spread your teachings throughout the outside world. This is where the money really starts to roll in.
8. Attack Everyones Weaknesses
So youve franchised. Youve written your own spiritual doctrine. You are exercising control. Once youve reached step number eight, you have to secure your post as the leader. Some of your followers may turn against you, and start trying to teach their own way. The only way to secure yourself as the true leader is to turn against your own followers. Make it mandatory that any believers of your faith have to do confessionals. Of course you are very busy at this point, so have everyone videotape daily confessionals via videotape. This will give you access to view the insecurities of humanitys psyche, giving you a strong advantage.
In order for you to remain successful, you will have to stir up conflict in your community. Create a civil war within your followers. This is very important. This will weed out any of your following that is not completely devoted to you and your teachings. Many of your followers will leave you at this point, but it is necessary. By doing this you will get rid of all people who are not completely loyal to you. This is your time to clean house. Get rid of all of those who want the power that you have.
9. Drugs and more Drugs
Eventually everyone will wake up to the fact that you are not the wise master they thought you were. The only way to secure your dominance over their minds is buy lots of drugs. Lace their food and water. Get everyone on hallucinogens. Their brains will be more vulnerable, and more happy to here what you have to say. Itll take some work and effort to reprogram their brains with drugs, but psychiatry has been doing it for years.
I dont advise doing any drugs as cult leader. This is where many cult leaders of the past have made their mistakes. If you tell enough lies over time, youll eventually start to believe them yourself. Schedule yourself a vacation from time to time. Just tell your followers that you need to return to the holy land to get further instructions on how to save the world. Stay away longer than planned, so that your followers become afraid that you will never return.
When you do return to your cult family, make sure that your reentrance is awe inspiring. Sky-dive from an airplane back in. Tell everyone that the previous teachings were all wrong, and that you have found the answers. At this point, you will want to teach the exact opposite of what you were teaching before. Like I said before, keeping a successful cult involves making people continuously question their beliefs. So now it is time to do the opposite.
10. Guns, Weapons, and Explosives
Okay if you have followed the prior nine steps, you should be in a remote area, residing in a compound of your building. It is time to secure a return on your investment. From this point on, no new members! Have your following believe that the rest of the outside world is evil, and is trying to destroy you because they do not want the truth revealed.
Fear is the best weapon here. Any great cult is founded on love, and secured by fear. Your cult needs to be scared to death of the outside world, and afraid of you when you get to this point. So it might be a little tacky, but you have to give the leaders of you inner circle firearms. Blow stuff up from time to time.
Also, the outside world may become suspicious of what is going on within the walls of your community. Youve almost reached the final step, secure the return on your investment. Security is a huge issue. Not only does your cult have to be afraid of you, but so does the outside world.
11. Finally, Fake Your Own Death
Its time to cash in. If you have done your job well, all followers have given all of their prior income and possessions to the cult-family. At this point the cult really does not need you anymore. Your run as "messiah" can only go for so long. You have to fake your own death and get the hell out of there.
When most cults reach this level, they usually result to mass suicide or mass murder. I think that is just cheap and tacky! Let the cult go on living without you! If you have been smart enough to make it through the prior ten steps, then you are smart enough to fake your own death within the cult. Have your followers believe that you have ascended life without dying, that youve already gone on to heaven and will teach them from there. Come on, modern religion has been doing this for ages!
Take all the money youve embezzled, and begin your new life. You may be a criminal at this point, but you have enough means by now to live incognito. Pat yourself on the back, and spend the rest of your days surfing off the coast of Australia.
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April 11, 2008 - Friday
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A Very Cliche Update
Current mood: horny
Category: Life
Hey peeples!
I've never really been one for, "update," style blogs, however I realize it's been many seasons since I wrote out a personal blog. Obviously I don't do this as much as I used to, but I figured it's time I pay my odes to the blog gods.
So yeah, four months ago I gave up everything and completely began life all over again. I'm f*cking glad I did! I'm sure that I use a lot worse language now, and I'm probably naked in public a little too often these days, so I do pre-apologize for offending anyone. No, not really.
So, you guys are hearing a lot less from these days. No worries, it's not that I think you smell, I'm just very fortunate to be living on top of a rock in the Atlantic Ocean. Have you noticed that I'm in color now? I spend most of my time outdoors now, but I'll do my best to keep y'all, "updated." It's best that you just set your computer to automatic BriGuy updates.
A lot has happened. I've been trying to share more pics online, but sadly enough I'm unable to post many of them. Basically, the last few months of my life has included being publically flogged by strippers, eating vegetarian sausages, and dodging she-males in Key West. Yeah, not the stuff you want to hear about right?
I've been having a blast! It's a peculiar thing to completely start life all over again. Sure, I've been misbehaving, but it was about time I let my hair down! It's been nearly two months since I have turned on my cell phone, and let me tell you my soul is refreshed!
The weather is getting warmer down here in the Keys, and the bugs have arrived! I've had so many awesome experiences since I've been back here. I've made so many friends down here, and of course I've been the focus of multiple rumors, most of which I spread myself. I did get to go sailing for the first time in my life! I do not suggest doing tequilla shots out on the water. In a nutshell, you may end up swimming naked in the ocean, resulting in your friends saving your drunk, naked arse from drowning.
I did get a really cool job offer to bartend the Kentucky Derby! I really hope it works out! Yes, it does mean multiple mint juleps, and fifteen hour work days. However, I have been busy trying to find the perfect hat for the occasion. If you see anything, let me know.
Alright blog-hoppers, I've had almost no sleep, and may need to retire for a bit before work. Just wanted to drop a quick shot-out, and let you all know that I love you. Thank ya'll for keeping in touch after all this time, and when I do decide to reconnect to the cellular world, I'll drop you a buzz. Until then, eat less, sleep less, and shag more!!!
~bri
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March 25, 2008 - Tuesday
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Check out this event: Brian’s 27th on the 27th
Hosted By: Brian Pietrylo When: Thursday Mar 27, 2008 at 11:00 PM Where: The Club Formerly Known as Iguana, Taste Bistro Islamorada, FL 33036 United States Description: Brian Pietrylo
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February 29, 2008 - Friday
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The Procession
Current mood: enlightened
Category: Religion and Philosophy
RELIGION
BriGuy Chills Out With "God's Sun"
Throughout the past, the concept of religion has been used as a political manipulative tool to deceive the masses. Christianity is an example of this. A large portion of humanity places their credence in the well written script of the Christian religion; however they fail to recognize that the source of where they place this faith has been directly plagiarized from the stars. Those who don't understand politics are doomed to repeat them.
The Egyptologist Gerald Massey is well known and praised for throwing off the constraints of Christianity, philosophy, and science in favor of the advancement of knowledge. He is quoted, "The mass of people that are Bible-taught never get free from the erroneous impressions stamped on their minds in their infancy, so that their manhood or womanhood can have no intellectual fulfillment, and millions of them only attain mentally to a sort of second childhood." During the later years of his life Massey became increasingly interested in the similarities that exist between modern gospel and ancient Egyptian mythology.
Before the birth of Judaism, and its subsequent stepchild Christianity, the peoples of the world were sun worshipers. From India to Egypt knowledge of the sun and stars was the basis of all religion. Our physical bodies are composed of millions of cells. The life of each cell comes directly from the sun. We are therefore a part of the sun, and thus cannot be separated from it. In the allegory of Solomon's temple, the little temple is the human body: "made in the image."
As far back as 10,000 BC, history is abundant with carvings and writings filled with adoration of the sun. It is rather simple to understand why mankind has always had respect and infatuation with this object in the sky. The sun gives us relief from the cold. The sun saves us from the dark. Without the sun, crops would be unable to grow, and mankind would not exist. It is the sun that is the foundation of all life.
In addition to the glorification of the sun, the ancients also placed much of their own faith in the stars that filled the night sky with a different type of light. By tracking the stars, they were able to track events for long periods of time by utilizing eclipses, full moons, and the activity in the skies. They catalogued clusters of stars. Today these are known as constellations, and the zodiac. The modern religion of Christianity is directly based in the ancient belief systems of astrology.
The cross of the zodiac is one of the oldest conceptual images in history. It reflects the sun as it figuratively passes through the twelve constellations over the course of a year. It also represents the twelve months, and the four seasons. It can be viewed as a graph with an x-axis, and a y-axis, each quadrant representing a season. Is it any wonder as to why the cross is the most revered symbol in Christianity?
The constellations were personified as people, rulers, and animals. The early civilizations did not just follow and track the stars, they wrote elaborate myths to help them to better understand the mysticism in the night sky. The sun, with all its life giving properties, was personified as God, the source of all life. It was known as, "God's Sun," the light of the world, the savior of mankind. The twelve constellations of the zodiac were represented as places of travel for God's Sun. These twelve constellations were each given names, usually personified as elements of nature that occurred through the course of time.
The ancient Egyptian civilization revered the mythological Horus as the god of the sky, and the god of the sun. While the god Horus personified light, the god Set personified darkness. Metaphorically speaking, the constant battle between Horus and Set represented the constant battle of light against dark, the root of the battle between good and evil. The story of Horus is as follows: Horus was born on December 25th, of the virgin Isis. His birthday was accompanied by a star in the east, which was tracked by three kings looking to adorn the newborn savior. At the age of twelve, he was a prodigal child teacher. At the age of thirty he was baptized and began his ministry. Horus had twelve disciples that he traveled with and performed miracles such as healing the sick, and walking on water. Horus went by many names such as, "The Truth," "The Light," "God's Anointed Sun," "The Good Shepard," "The Lamb of God," amongst many others. After being betrayed by a follower Horus was crucified, and buried for three days. At the end of three days Horus was resurrected, all of twelve hundred years before the birth of Jesus the Christ.
These attributes of Horus, whether original or not, seem to permeate many cultures of the world. Many of the different gods all seem to have the same mythological structure of the story of Horus.
Attis of Phrygia was a life-rebirth deity in Greece, 1200 B.C. Attis was born of the virgin Nana, who became pregnant after picking the fruit of an almond tree, and laying it upon her bosom. Later in life Attis was crucified, placed in a tomb for three days, and reborn as an evergreen pine.
Krishna of India is worshiped as an avatar of Vishnu, who in Hindu faith is considered to be the supreme God is Vaishnava schools. Krishna was born of a virgin, while a star in the east signaled his coming. He performed miracles with disciples, and upon his death was resurrected.
Dionysus of Greece was born of the virgin Semele, a mortal woman who had been impregnated by the God Zeus. Zeus's wife Hera discovered the affair while Semele was pregnant. Appearing as an old crone, Hera befriended Semele, who confided in her that her husband was actually Zeus. Hera pretended not to believe Semele, and began placing seeds of doubt in Semele's mind. Being somewhat curious, Semele demanded of Zeus that he reveal himself in all his glory, as proof of his godhood. Although Zeus begged her not to do this, Semele insisted. It was believed that mortals could not look upon a god without dying. But she demanded, and Zeus came at Semele as bolts of lighting. Semele perished in an ensuing blaze. Zeus rescued the fetal Dionysus by sewing him into his thigh.
It is rather obvious to see how the aforementioned tale closely parallels the story of Christianity. Semele was a mortal woman, carrying the son of God in her womb. While in the womb, Dionysus was crucified. The tomb is represented by Zeus's thigh. After a short amount of time, Dionysus was reborn, not into the mortal world, into the world of the gods.
In another version of the same story, Dionysus was the sun of Zeus and Persephone, the queen of the Greek underworld. Once again a very jealous Hera attempted to kill the child. This time Hera sent Titans to rip Dionysus to pieces, after luring him with toys. Zeus drove away the Titans with his thunderbolts, but the Titans had already eaten all of Dionysus, except for his heart. Zeus used the heart to recreate Dionysus in the womb of Semele. Hence, again Dionysus was, "twice-born."
The rebirth in both versions of the story is the primary reason why Dionysus was worshipped in the mystery religions, as his death and rebirth were events of mystical reverence.
Mithra of Persia was born of a virgin in 1200 B.C. Mithra was known as the, "Judge of Souls," the rewarder of good, and the annihilator of evil. Mithra was viewed as omniscient, undecivable, infallible, eternally watchful, and never resting. Mithra had twelve disciples, and performed miracles. Upon Mithra's death he was buried for three days, and thus resurrected. Interestingly, the sacred day of worship for Mithra was Sunday. Mithra was referred to as, "The Truth," and, "The Light."
The fact of the matter is, throughout history there are numerous saviors, from numerous periods, from numerous regions. The question remains, why these attributes? Why the virgin birth on December 25th? Why dead for three days and the inevitable resurrection? Why twelve disciples or followers? To find out, let's examine the most recent of the solar messiahs.
Jesus Christ was born of the Virgin Mary in Bethlehem. His birth was announced by a star in the east which three kings followed to locate, and adorn the newborn savior. He was a child prodigy and a teacher by the age of twelve. At the age of thirty he was baptized by John the Baptist, thus beginning his ministry. Jesus had twelve disciples he traveled with, performing miracles such as walking on water, healing the sick, etc. After being betrayed by his disciple Judas, he was placed on a cross, and crucified. After being placed in a tomb, three days later he was resurrected, and ascended into heaven.
The bible is filled with references to astrology, the main reason being that astrology was accepted as truth in biblical times. Christians who believe that astrology is Satanic, would be shocked to learn that even Jesus himself made constant astrological references:
"And there shall be signs in the sun, in the moon, and in the stars. And upon the Earth, distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring. Men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the Earth; for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. And then they shall see the son of man coming in a cloud with power and great glory." (Luke. 21:25-27)
Who were the authors of the bible, the most published text in history? Whoever they were, the authors of the Old Testament were obviously scholars, presumably high priests, men well aware of the ancient traditions and legends, of many peoples from many times. It can be said that there is no actual history in the Old Testament that the people in its pages are not real personages, but most are symbolic of some phase of the zodiac.
Astrology is not a religion, rather it is a study of life like physics and psychology. Nevertheless, because it deals with archetypal truths, it shows unvarying cycles and can register major events in individual lives and national history. Astrology is closer than other disciplines to describing, "the will of God."
First of all, the birth sequence of Jesus is completely astrological. On December 24th Sirius aligns with the three stars of Orion's belt. The three bright stars in Orion's belt are called, "The Three Kings." The Three Kings and Sirius all point to the place of sunrise on December 25th. This is why The Three Kings follow, "The Star in the East," in order to locate the sunrise, the birth of the sun.
The Virgin Mary is represented by the constellation Virgo, also known as Virgo the Virgin. The ancient glyph for Virgo is an altered, "M." Virgo is also referred to as, "The House of Bread." Literally speaking, Bethlehem directly is translated as, "House of Bread," "Bethlehem," a reference to the constellation Virgo.
From the Summer Solstice, the days become shorter in the northern hemisphere, and the sun appears to move south and scarcer. The ancients believed that the shortening of days and expiration of the crops symbolized death, the death of the sun. By December 22, the sun stops moving south. It reaches its lowest point in the sky, and stops for three days while residing in the vicinity of the Southern Cross (Crux) constellation. On December 25th the sun moves one degree north, foreshadowing longer days, more light, and spring.
The twelve disciples represent the twelve constellations of the zodiac that Jesus, being the sun, travels with. The number twelve is rather common throughout the bible: Twelve Tribes of Israel, Twelve Brothers of Joseph, Twelve Judges of Israel, Twelve Great Patriarchs, etc.
In early occult art Jesus is depicted with his head on the cross of the zodiac. The art of the age is a narrative representing Jesus as the SUN, and the sun's daily life cycle as seen on Earth.
The ancient Egyptians and cultures long before them recognized that every 2150 years, the sunrise on the morning of the Spring Equinox would rise in a different sign of the zodiac. This is due to the slow angular wobble of the Earth caused by the gravitational forces of the sun, moon, and Earth. This is a procession causing the constellations go backward rather than through the normal yearly cycle.
It takes 25,765 years for the sun to go through all twelve signs. Every 2,150 years is known as an age. An astrological age is a time period in astrology which is believed by many to parallel major changes in the life of the Earth's inhabitants. It is the time it takes for the vernal equinox to move through each one of the twelve zodiacs. At this moment in the zodiac, we are in the age of Pisces, which is represented by a fish. We've all seen the Jesus fish attached to the back of automobiles. How many people actually recognize the astrological correlation? Among the many manifestations of the Piscean Age, is the uprising of religion centering on aquatic symbols. Some examples include: walking on water, changing water into wine, baptism, and so forth. Christian scripture speaks extensively of wine, fishermen, washing the feet, and helping the downtrodden members of society.
Metaphorically speaking, the birth of Christ represents the procession of the sun into the Piscean age. The Piscean age has been an era of religion and fantasy. Within the millennia the planet shall enter the Age of Aquarius, we are already in the preliminaries. Every time there is a shift in the ages, it is often marked by intense struggling.
With one foot in the Piscean Age, and the other foot in the Aquarian one, we find ourselves caught between two contrasting value systems. A clash is occurring as we experience the dated Christian belief systems compete with the Aquarian-style technological ideology. One result is the distinctly modern phenomenon called televangelism, in which preachers employ the fruits of global technology for spreading the gospel of salvation to even larger audiences than ever before. As modern technology evolves, so does the inner technologies of our mind, and vice versa.
The internet is an example of this. We're now connected to one another in the material world much closer than we have ever been before. But, the same thing is occurring within our minds.
With all of this astrological evidence, and the world's religions heavily scripted upon them, why is it that the religious institutions of the world suppress such trains of thought as fantasy and malarkey? Why are the governing forces of the world desperately trying to preserve the old religions and way of thinking as we are entering a new age?
It really does make perfect sense. As we make our procession through the twelve zodiacs, we're entering a new phase of existence that is not focused on religion and tradition. As we advance from one age to another, our belief systems change and evolve.
We are encountering new ways of thinking, thoughts which have never been manifested before. We will learn to become our own avatars. The truth lies in the fact that we were not created, but we created ourselves. And, as we progress the procession of the equinoxes, we shall continue to recreate ourselves.

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February 9, 2008 - Saturday
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The Script
TOGETHER WE SHALL ALL REWRITE THE PAST, LET US EDIT THE WORLD, BECAUSE TOMORROW HAS YET TO BE WRITTEN
~BRI
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November 10, 2007 - Saturday
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DON’T DRINK THE WATER!!!
Current mood: embarrassed
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
DO NOT DRINK!!!
BriGuy is Terribly Absent-Minded
So today I was sitting back and scrolling through all my blogs from the past. I noticed an overall theme as I reread the tales of piercing, making out with old women, driving cars into the Gulf of Mexico, and getting a colonic.
I love to publically humiliate myself.
I'm thinking this can't be a good thing. Whenever I meet new people, and they want to know more about me, I say, "Just read the blogs!" Then, they read the blogs, and I realize that I have just made a terrible mistake.
Why is it that I feel the need to publish every single embarrassing detail about myself to the entire world?
So, I'm going to do it again. I'm going to document my stupidity, and share it with the world. Seriously, if you even read what I'm about to tell you all, I'm absolutely positive that not only will you unsubscribe from my blog, but you'll also be sending me countless death threats and hate mail.
Here we go.......
DAY ONE
After a night of what could be considered as too much drinking, and not enough sex, I wake up extremely thirsty. Seriously, I was dreaming of Niagra Falls right before awakening. You know that feeling when you wake up, and your body is just screaming, "WATER BITCH! WATER!!!!!!?"
It was also the first night I turned the heat on in my apartment, I don't think the dry heat helped my dehydration very much.
In a hung over haze, I maunder through my place, searching everywhere for a bottle of water. Yeah, I'm that guy who has a dozen half-empty water bottles all over the apartment. I would have drunk from the tap, but the only thing that frightens me more than tap water, is artificial sweeteners. Reading all those books on conspiracy theories was really a bad thing for me.
I tore through my refrigerator, looking for just about anything that could be considered liquid. It was a pipe dream, because the only thing I ever really keep in my fridge these days are beer and mustard. And, I was out of beer.
After throwing out the curdled milk, I was delighted to find a full gallon of water. But, it was a rather peculiar gallon of water. I removed it, and was very curious as to why it had this written on it:

For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why I had a gallon of water in my refrigerator labeled, "DO NOT DRINK."
I stood there so puzzled, and so thirsty. I smelled the water. The water smelled fine. I gave the "DO NOT DRINK," water a little taste. Everything tasted fine. I figured, what the hell? I downed several glasses of the, "DO NOT DRINK," water. My thirst was quenched. No, not really.
DAY TWO
I awoke, and I felt like absolute hell. Do you know that feeling of complete dryness, inside and out?
I tried my absolute hardest not to drink the, "DO NOT DRINK," water, but I just couldn't contain myself. I drank again.
Yes, you've read it right here, I'm an absolute lazy ass. Here I had ample time to go out and purchase bottled water, yet I was still drinking from the mysterious gallon in my fridge.
I continued to rebel, and spent my day feeling so mischievous drinking from the, "DO NOT DRINK," gallon.
DAY THREE
It had become so awful. On day three, I awoke feeling like absolute death. Yes, I was incredibly thirsty.
I was so dehydrated, my lips were all dry and crusty. It literally took three hours for me to peel my tongue off of the roof of my mouth.
It was misery, absolute misery.
And I was thirsty, very thirsty.
I drank the last of the, "DO NOT DRINK," water, and became a little concerned. I had never felt so awful before. I was beginning to think that after three days, the "DO NOT DRINK," water just might have been the cause of my misery.
When in a tense situation, I did the same thing I always do. It was time for some phone calls. I called up everyone in my phonebook, asking questions as to why I had, "DO NOT DRINK," water in my house.
I finally got the answer.
The, "DO NOT DRINK," water was salt water. Yes, I know that you are thinking I'm an absolute idiot right now, but I drank an entire gallon of salt water. Can I excuse my actions with my dehydration?
No. I didn't think so.
Allegedly, I made the gallon of salt water right after I got the nipple pierced.
Yeah, you know that blog? I still don't understand why I felt the need to refridgerate nipple water!
So, my confession is done. You've just finished reading a blog by a guy who drank nipple water. I'm so ashamed. I just hate it when things happen to me that are blog-worthy.
Please do yourselves a favor and unsubscribe now. It only gets more absent minded from here.

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October 23, 2007 - Tuesday
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Sex with Me and Myself
Category: Blogging
CLONED
BriGuy Attempts to have Sex with Himself
You know what folks? Fantasies really do come true. The experts all say that it's better that you keep your fantasies in your imagination, rather than act upon them. What can I say? I'm a rebel.
So I've always had this fantasy. I've always wanted to clone myself. Why? No, not to help out with the household chores. No, not to go to work for me on the days when I feel like staying home and watching Judge Judy all afternoon. The real reason I've wanted to clone myself was to do me.
Yeah, you heard it. I've always wanted to clone myself, so I could have sex with me. You see, no one has ever pleased me sexually, the way that I needed. I figured who, but me, could totally satisfy me? I'm not easy to please, but I knew that MySelf would be up to the challenge. I guess you could say I'm a bit of an egomaniac.
I made an appointment with Dr. Tom Anderson to perform the cloning procedure. I figured he would be a good doctor to choose, considering he was already an egomaniac himself, and considered himself to be friends with everyone.
After hours of endless blood, urine, and semen samples, Dr. Tom told me that the procedure was done, and I should expect to find MySelf within the next two weeks.
I didn't know what to expect. I had never been cloned before. I must say that, in the end, it wasn't the most enjoyable experience. I've never met anyone who could get under my skin the same way MySelf did.
In case you haven't figured it out yet, when UPS dropped MySelf off at my doorstep, I had a difficult time naming my clone. He couldn't have the same name as me, obviously, and how could I call my exact clone Charlie? After much little thought, I finally named my clone: MySelf, after my second favorite thing in the world.
When MySelf finally arrived, the first thing I wanted to do was have sex with him. It didn't seem appropriate at first, almost incestuous in a way. I figured that I needed to get to know MySelf better, before I did the nasty with him.
I must say, that living with MySelf in the beginning was not at all a pleasant experience. Initially, when deciding to get a clone, I thought it would lift a lot of burdens from my life. MySelf did not make anything easier. Actually, MySelf just complicated everything more!
I really thought that MySelf would help out around the house more. There were garments to be ironed, bills to be paid, and toilets to be scrubbed. No matter how hard I tried to convince MySelf to clean, he just wouldn't do it.
I was really hoping that MySelf would assist in getting the bills paid on time. But, no. Even though he had the money to pay the past due bills, MySelf waited until they went into collection before making an attempt to settle the debt.
It's not easy to live with people. I've lived with people my whole life. But living with MySelf was one of the worst roommate experiences I've ever had. This guy just didn't do shit!
I still had my fantasy. I really wanted a romantic evening alone with MySelf. Perhaps some spark was missing. Perhaps I could overlook the fact that MySelf was unable to haul the garbage to the curb on Tuesday mornings.
Eventually, I figured it was time for me and MySelf to have an evening out. It doesn't make me a bad person to have the urge to bang my clone.
I really wanted to forget all about MySelf's irresponsibility, and have an evening alone with him. I was cloned for a reason, and that reason was all about sex.
I planned the date. I wanted to sweep MySelf off his feet. I made a reservation at a restaurant I couldn't afford, so I could impress MySelf with the finer things in life.
I was to meet MySelf at the bistro at seven o'clock this past Tuesday. I was heavily irritated when MySelf arrived twenty minutes late. Already, MySelf was screwing up my perfect evening.
"Where were you? What took you so long?" I asked MySelf.
"Sorry, I had to return some video tapes." His response was aggravating, but considering the fact that I've used that excuse in the past, I forgave MySelf.
Sitting at the table, I was so annoyed at how cocky MySelf could be. All he wanted to do was talk about him! And, it wasn't like he wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know. I was having dinner with one cocky bastard, and was not enjoying the experience.
Seriously, this guy thought he knew everything. Granted he knew everything I still know, but why did he have to keep pointing it out?
Before my blood pressure began to boil, I stepped out for a cigarette. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that MySelf was so self-obsessed. Here I was trying to wine-and-dine, and impress MySelf, and MySelf appeared scarcely interested. I had always dreamed of what it might be like to be with MySelf, and here MySelf was disappointing me terribly. I had such high exepectations, and here I was disgusted with MySelf.
I returned to the table. Even if I couldn't intellectually stimulate MySelf, I was at least going to get some ass.
I reenter the dining room, shocked to find that MySelf is hitting on everyone in the place. I couldn't stomach the amount of disappointment I found in MySelf. He had only two glasses of wine in him, and already he was hitting on everyone within his physical proximity.
I knew I had to get MySelf home, before he got himself into trouble. I've seen MySelf drunk before, and it's not pretty.
On the way home, I knew that MySelf would be an easy target. He was wasted, and I knew that if I ever had any oppurtunity to take advantage of MySelf it would be right then.
We arrived home, and I lit the candles. MySelf was attempting to drunk-dial, but I took his phone away. If MySelf was going to be with me that night, I couldn't allow him any distraction.
Feeling a slight buzz of my own, I led MySelf into the bedroom.
Pangs of guilt immediatly began to swell in my chest. I knew it was wrong to take advantage of MySelf, but if I wasn't going to hit that, who would? I figured MySelf would be the best candidate.
I laid MySelf out on top of the comforter. I took off his shirt. I removed his pants. I sat there staring at him, almost feeling bad that I was about ready to take advantage of MySelf in his drunken state.
I tried to kiss him. Unfortunately, we bumped noses. It was ten times to be exact. You see, when I kiss, I cock my head to the right. Apparently he does the same.
I gave MySelf a backrub. He yelped. Considering the fact that he is my clone, he already is certified in massage therapy. It was the furthest thing from an erotic massage, we wasted two hours working out knots.
When I was finally ready to let go, and have hot, steamy, man sex with MySelf, he passsed out! I was so disappointed in MySelf. I wanted so to make him my bitch, and I was left with a skinny, white, bald guy in my bed.
My fantasy was crushed.
I knew that things would never work out between me and MySelf. He needs to find his own way, as I do mine.
I would have loved to have hit that, but apparently he needs to figure things out on his own.
Perhaps the experts are right.
Would you sleep with you? And at what cost?
~bri

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October 17, 2007 - Wednesday
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A Doggy Situation
Current mood: disappointed
Category: Pets and Animals
CANINE SYMPATHY
What Is Left Behind, Is Left Hurting Most of All
I'll confess to you right now. I am a total dog lover.
Honestly. I like them better than humans! As long as you feed them, encourage them to make a great poopie, and cuddle with them at night, they will love you unconditionally forever.
So anyone who follows the news, knows about Ellen Degeneres' pleas to the dog rescue agency who confiscated her former dog from its new family.
When the dog didn't mix well into her environment at home, she gave the dog away to her hairdresser. Ellen had signed an agreement that she would not give away the dog, without informing the agency of it first. She violated that agreement.
In my opinion, Ellen did the morally correct thing. She was aware that the dog did not fit into her lifestyle, and she found a loving home for it, a home that was probably even an upgrade for the dog.
But, I don't feel sorry for Ellen. I feel more sorry for the dog than I do for her.
Adopting a dog is a huge responsibility. It's something you never do on the spur of the moment. Dogs need constant love and attention. They're like children who never grow up. No matter how exhausting they may be, you make the commitment to them from the first time you take them home.
Letting your dog go because they don't get along with your cats is selfish in my opinion.
Let's equate the situation to children. Would someone ever give up their child because they just didn't fit in with the rest of their family? Uh, no.
Don't get me wrong. I really do think Ellen did the right thing considering the situation, but I think it's the principle of the matter that applies to this situation. Suppose I wanted a child. I can't have children on my own. I go out and adopt a child. This child doesn't get along with my present children, so I find it a home with my hair dresser. WTF?
She did do the responsible thing. She found her dog a loving home. I'm not upset at her for that. I'm mostly upset at the fact that she should have never gotten a dog to begin with. I was not endeared by her tears on television at all. I know that the agency is just trying to prove a point. With all the animal abuse out there these days, it's pertinent that guidelines need to be followed. While in Ellen's case she did do the almost right thing, she left a very bad example.
As a parent, you can't just give your children away to your employees. It should be the same with animals. All she had to do was inform the agency that she had found a new loving home for her dog, and everything would have been fine. I see her actions as irresponsible parenting.
So, I can't say I feel sorry for Ellen. I feel sorry for the dog. Because of Ellen's actions, that dog has now been taken away from two loving homes. If you're going to rescue an innocent animal, please do the right thing! These agencies have policies for a reason. While Ellen was acting out of compassion, she ended up hurting the dog she rescued, more than helping him.
No dog is more exhausting than my dog Bailey. She doesn't let me sleep. She poops more than I do! But you know what? I'll never let her go.

Those of you who read me know that my family life has been ripped apart. It's just Bailey and I now. And yes, considering that I'm moving across the country, Bailey does tend to feel like a bit of a burden at times.
Regardless. When I held her in my arms, at just five weeks old, I made a vow to her that I would take care of her. It's not always easy, but it's always worth it.
~bri

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Please. Spear Me.
Current mood: horny
Category: Parties and Nightlife
SPEARED
BriGuy Gets His Nipple Pierced
Change isn't always the easiest thing to encounter in life. However, it's probably one of the best things for you. For many, when you have finally accepted the change, it's therapy to mark it somehow.
Yes people. We're talking about tattoos and piercing here.
I suppose that it's rather common for people who are experiencing a break up to yearn to get poked with needles. Black Tar Heroin is probably the best option available, but unfortunately the price just doesn't fit in with my budget.
I've wanted that fucking nipple pierced for a long time now. I'm not going to lie. I wanted it done primarily for sexual reasons. My friends rave about it. It was time.
I set the appointment for last Friday. The prior evening, I started to feel a bit nervous, and feared that I would chicken out. So, I did the most logical thing, called up friends who have had the procedure done before.
It's around two in the morning, and I drank dial my brother down in Florida. I basically ask him what it felt like, and here was his response:
"It was the most excruciating thing I've ever been through."
WTF? Obviously that was NOT what I wanted to hear. Regardless, I did find some solace by knowing what I was in for. I proceeded on to drunk dial a couple of other friends, and the response was basically the same.
Awakening on Friday morning, I arose with panic. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to do this. Why was I going to pay someone to mutilate my man boobie?
I did some research online. Actually, I did a LOT of research online. Here are some facts:
*a nipple piercing typically takes 3-6 months to heal
*it is considered to be one of the most painful types of piercing
*I will still be able to breast feed later in life
I also discovered, the more afraid you are, the better! So I did what any sane person would, and I watched YouTube videos all morning of people screaming in pain as they had their nipples pierced. Let's just say I had those endorphins soaring!
I was going to have it done alone, but after all the bloody videos, I needed to call in some support.
Here is the part where you have ample opportunity to make fun of me:
I called Mommy.
Yes, I know it's a little weird. But you have to look at it this way. I was with my mother when I had my ear pierced at 14, and then again for my tongue at 17. My mother and I have a long history together when it comes to having a stranger stick a spear through your flesh.
So we arrive at the tattoo shop in the afternoon, and I'm introduced to Esmerlda. Her name really wasn't Esmerlda, but she looked the part. After seeing the twenty something holes in her head, I did find a little bit of comfort. Come on, would you really trust someone with your tender little nipple who didn't have any holes themselves?
So I fill out the appropriate paperwork, so I can't sue them when I come down with hepatitis. Then there was a brief interview where I had to list my occupation, hobbies, and interests. I'm not kidding! I don't know why that information was pertinent to getting pierced, but I freely gave it to them anyway. Perhaps if you are a priest, you are not permitted by law to have any erogenous areas mutilated publically.
It was time. My heart began to beat erratically, and several beads of sweat began to swim down my bald head. There was no turning back.
I removed my shirt, and laid in what appeared to be a pour excuse for a dental chair. Hey, that gives me an idea! I've totally just come up with a new trade: Dentists who pierce nipples! Think about it! You would have ZERO fear of the drill, and his assistants would be poking your bosoms with needles simultaneously! I don't know about you guys, but that would totally ease the pain of having a cavity filled, which I am terrified of.
Anyway, back on topic. So I'm lying in the dental chair, topless, exposed, with my mother in tow. The beads of sweat are still running like a river down my forehead. My Mother does her best to relax me.
"Honey. It's just like giving birth. You need a focal point. Just stare at that picture on the wall, and try not to focus on the pain."
I look at the picture on the wall. It's a tattoo design of a skull screaming demonically, with snakes coming out of the head. "Nice Mom, really nice." I can honestly tell you that the picture did little to calm my nerves.
Esmerelda began to prep the site. What happens next was so unexpected.
I was getting turned on! This may seem sick to many of you, but here was this fierce pierced woman, swabbing my delicate little nipple right before she was going to cause me immense pain. Here I am 26 years old, and I never had any idea that I'd be into S&M....
I closed my eyes. She instructed me to inhale. She shot the needle through my nipple. It was rather bizarre. I expected that I would be screaming in pain, but that just didn't happen. I moaned.
Yes, I moaned. It was almost a little embarrassing! The pain was excruciating, but somehow, in someway that I can't explain, it was great!
Call the counselors now, but it was fucking awesome. I can only sum it up with one word: EROTIC
And that was it. I open my eyes and remember suddenly that my mother was still in the room, observing the entire process.
I'm telling you all right now, you have to have this done! If I was one of the few people lucky enough to get a third nipple pierced, I'd have that one done too! Unfortunately my third nipple is inverted, so I'll have to wait on science to get that one done...
I wish you all the best in your needle poking futures!
*off to purchase a leather mask*
~bri

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October 16, 2007 - Tuesday
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Getting Personal
Category: Life
Hey peeps! Yeah, I know, it's been an incredibly long time since I blogged. I feel absolutely no need to apologize, I owe ya'll nothing! LOL
I've really missed blogging. I really want to get back into it. It's a great way to pass time, meet people, etc. In the past I've always tried to be witty and entertaining, but that's not what you're going to get today. I'm trying out something different: a personal blog.
After six years of being in a relationship, I'm single. It's really a scary feeling, but I suppose that will pass. Gosh, I've been tied down since I was 20 years old! I've never really had the chance to experience life as an adult on my own. As much as I'm looking forward to new experiences, leaving my comfort zone is a bit tough.
Let's see, in addition to major life changes, I'm moving back down to the Florida Keys after Thanksgiving. I'm really looking forward to it! It's going to be nice to escape the rat race of the New York Metropolitan area. As much as I love living here, and feeling like I'm at the center of the entire planet, the stress does tend to get to one after awhile. I can use some peace and palm trees for a while.
My friends up here all think I'm crazy, because I'm abandoning a great job, but I have to go where I'll be the happiest. Ever since I was a child, I've always been Mr. Responsible. I think I'm long overdue to let loose and have some fun!
So keep in touch peeps! And no worries, right here on MySpace I'll be taking you right along with me during my adventures.
~bri
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August 5, 2007 - Sunday
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PAIN & PLEASURE III
Category: Writing and Poetry
SO MUCH PLEASURE, SO MUCH PAIN III
Max yawned and stretched his limbs. The sun was beating down from behind the shut windows. Missing the cool breeze that he was used to, Max wished that he had the means to open the shut bedroom windows. The smell was growing stronger, and this afternoon was hotter than the prior few days.
He stared at the empty glass with indignation. What had he done to receive this punishment? His stomach growled, yearning for food, while his mind prayed for a simple drop of water.
Max slept a lot, these last few days. It was his best escape from the torture he was enduring. As hard as he tried, the contractions in his gut would not allow him refuge in the comforts of sleep.
Dry heaving, Max's convulsions led his paw to knock the empty glass off of the dresser, the same dresser that had become his deathbed in the prior days. He felt some sense of life return, as he heard the empty glass smash against the hardwood floor. Max had not heard a sound of that caliber for days.
The loud crash gave him a much needed surge of adrenaline. After several attempts, he stretched his neck over the dresser's edge to view the destruction.
She lied there, in the same position, ignoring him and his defeating hunger. Vexed, he allowed a long slow hiss to escape his tired lungs. She would not awaken to pour him a simple glass of water, he had never felt so abandoned. His tail bounced repeatedly on the dresser top with irritation.
Max always felt some disdain for his mistress, but this was too much. What hurt most to Max, was the fact that his children had not come to save him. They didn't even leave him an open window. It was at this point that Max realized his own survival would ultimately be up to him alone.
The blaze of the sun increased in intensity by the hour. Max accepted that his children would never appear to save him, and his mistress was too lazy to rescue him from an impeding death. The windows would remain forever shut.
In his feline mind Max came upon the realization, "This is where I shall die."
After his mind and body were exhausted, Max was able to achieve three hours of rest. That was until his hunger reawakened him into a state of agony.
The sun set, but Max found no escape from the heat trapped within the room. "Mew." Considering how his body was detiorating, it was the best cry for help that he could give. His thoughts were no longer focused on his dying body. A full glass of water couldn't help him now.
With all the effort he had left, he contracted every muscle in his body. He slid off the dresser and landed on the ground with a sharp painful thud.
"Mew."
Max struggled to lift his legs, but the will to survive provided the strength. Crawling, not walking, he urged his way over to his mistress. The scent of her death was over-bearing, however, he believed the will in his mind could defeat that odor.
"Meow..." With all of his energy, he struggled to make his voice heard. If by some chance he could rouse Lucy to bring him a glass of water, it was worth one final stuggle.
Max's front legs gave out, and he collapsed against the hardwood floor. The broken shards of glass cut into his hind legs a bit, but he no longer had the energy to shift away from them.
A montage of events unfolded in his feline mind's eye: the sweet taste of milk, Jordan pulling his tail twenty-three times, unrelenting flea dips, and the eerie comfort of catnip.
As he sensed his life draining away from him, his mind was in a state of comfort, reliving the blissful memories. If he were to open his eyes he would see heat, starvation, dehydration, and his once lusturous coat shedding rapidly from his body.
His eyes remained shut, he remained content.
"Mew."
This was his last night without food, his last night without water.
With a final bout of energy, Max curled up into his deceased mistress's arms, and finally found refuge into a deep, relaxing sleep.

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July 20, 2007 - Friday
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Irrigating the Bloggage
Current mood: embarrassed
Category: Food and Restaurants
IRRIGATING THE BLOGGAGE
BriGuy Gets A Colonic

I'm sure that you guys know by now, if I ever encounter an unusual experience, you are going to hear all about it.
It's happened again...
This last year I've been feeling rather different, not quite like my old self. I've been sluggish, my allergies are out of control, and I haven't been feeling the same amount of vigor that I once had.
Most of my friends are in a much older age group than myself. When discussing these problems, they would joke and tell me that I am finally at a point in my life where I'm experiencing what age feels like.
I refuse to accept that.
So I investigated further. Something has to be taking away my energy right? I'm living life the same way I always have! Why does something have to be different? Why the hell should I attribute anything to growing old?
So I called up my best friend Google, and sought out her advice on the subject. After three million pop-ups, and half a bottle of wine, Google finally made some sense.
TOXINS.
My dear friend Google asked me if I was experiencing any of the following symptoms:
-Fatigue
-Back Aches
-Skin Problems
-Indigestion
-Allergies
-Constipation
-Migraines
-Depression
It felt like Google was reading my mind! Those symptoms were exactly what I was battling!
At this point in my life, I've already seen too many medical doctors, and mental health professionals. In my humble opinion, those people only make you worse.
So, I asked Google about the best course of action to relieve these symptoms, without paying a doctor tons of money.
My friend Google is not shy! In a very subtle way, she gave her answer in just two words:
Colon Hydrotherapy

All of a sudden my heart dropped. This was not the answer I was looking for. Being slightly open-minded, I was just hoping to be told that I need more fruit in my diet.
I inquired more into this idea of a colon cleanse with Ms. Google, and she generously provided me with this picture:

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