To write or not to write.

i vow to attempt to write a little every day.

what stumps me. is who am i.

what is my style.

do i have a style?

i think i need one.

i'm sure what style i want and what i portray are miles apart.

i would love to possess clarity.

i guess that probably isn't a style.

more of a being.

i would like my style to be

• brilliant
• stunning
• elegant
• soft spoken
• witty
• dry
• calm and deliberate

ok, i'll settle for the last three.

unfortunately none of those are anything you could develop. unless you already possessed good genes 

and enough sense to eat right, light and clean. for the most part you are born with these traits.

so what is style.

cleverness would be something to aspire to.

As you can see by my wanderings, this blog doesn't even have a direction or purpose, let alone style.

painfully boring rings a bell.

i apologize.

self deprecation.

i believe we have hit upon a potential style.

the only  way that style would work is if i were funny.

just received an email saying that i am not approved by ad-sense because my site is under construction.

maybe that's a good thing.

ok. the purpose of this blog. 

to spread my propaganda.

to make people see that my way of life, my knowledge of the human condition are what everybody should aspire to.

ok

preachy,  judgmental and a little nazi-like.

Now those are styles.

i may get preachy but i have more than my share of vices.

i have not bought an aspirin, tylenol, ibuprofen for myself for 40 years.

my vices lean more toward the organic.

the purpose of my blog.

to help people to realize that paradise on earth is totally possible.

that supreme health and clarity and love are attainable.

within our grasp.

whether it be physical beauty: great skin, trim figure, defined muscles. 

or energy, clarity and focus , extreme joy.

all of these elements of being are available to all of us.

a gross truth: parasites. flies, beetles, microbes, whatever life-forms that live off of our living bodies, are

actually feasting on the dying parts of our bodies.

mosquitos feed on acidic blood.

flies love shit

so if we have acidic  blood and sweat full of toxic sludge (shit), the flies love us.

beetles? maybe they are the master trash collectors/recyclers

i suppose my style would begin with earthy.

grungey

nasty, down and dirty ( right! more like spacey, old and silly)