Lately, I've been noticing again how I'm becoming emotionally hardened and how everything feels surreal and intangible. However, it's currently at a level of severity that I last felt 7-8 years ago, when I was emotionally dead and constantly wearing a mask that was stuck on.

I wake up at night with my head in chaos and wonder if I can even comprehend or understand the right answers at the moment.

Sometimes I just lie there and stare into the darkness, as if it owes me some kind of answer. But it remains silent. Just like everything else. It feels more like I'm just running through memories of myself.

It's strange... I'm still functioning. I get up, talk to people, do things, smile at the right moments. From the outside, it probably looks normal. Maybe even stable. But inside, it feels like I'm playing a role whose lines I learned by heart long ago, without even knowing why I'm on this stage in the first place.

To correct the fake news out there about Iran:

*Iran did not have a regime Change, just like in Venezuela, only the leader (along with other military people) were removed/killed and Irans Regime was allowed to continue, to continue its war with Israel.

*Iran was not Liberated, in fact, a new temporary Council, that will exercise the duties of the Supreme Leader in Iran was created to choose and elect the next 'Supreme Leader', who, once elected, will continue the Iranian Regime's brutal policies, so nothing changes.

*You can celebrate the death of the Supreme Leader but you can't celebrate a 'Liberated Iran', because in doing so, you're celebrating the current Iranian Regime and it's bombing of Israel and their aim to elect a new Leader to replace Ali.

It's amazing that people don't know these things.

The Iran regime never cared about anyone outside it's regime to begin with. It was always going to be the country that launched nukes the day they got them and thank god Iran doesn't have nukes today.
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My friend is a total loser, he walked into a pole... But he needs not to worry, I didn't tell anyone 🫠

RIP legendary coach Lou Holtz.
I still crack up over what he said while coaching at NorteDame
Lou Holtz told his quarterback, Steve Beuerlein, "If you were in a race with a pregnant woman, you'd finish third".

I'll have a fish sandwich...hold the pesticides and a Trump Shake courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue!

Personality quiz's are an absolute joke and people who believe in them are stupid!
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This piece feels like a portal between decay and creation — death not as an ending, but as a doorway.

A fractured skull floats in the cosmos, crowned by a cracked, burning clock — time splitting open at the mind. From the hollowed jaw emerges a living island: red-capped mushrooms, moss, trees, and dripping earth suspended in space. It’s as if consciousness itself has broken apart, revealing that something wild and fertile grows inside what once seemed empty.

The contrast between bone and bloom, void and forest, collapse and rebirth speaks to cycles — the way endings compost into beginnings. Even in darkness, even in fracture, life insists.

Set inside an aged frame against weathered wood and cobwebs, the piece feels like an artifact discovered in an abandoned place… a relic of memory, time, and transformation.

A meditation on mortality.
A dreamscape of regeneration.
A skull dreaming of forests.