7am on a Saturday morning By Ross E F Lombardi . You know what would be Far nicer than making comments on Fartbook and Twatter at 7am on a Saturday morning? Making someone you love a cup of tea in bed and chatting, about your plans for the day, your shared memories, and a thousand other little minor things. The body warmth, mild scent, and presence of emotional intimacy as you talk about something simple, like, what brand of beans to buy, or which walk route through some woodland is nicer. Or the best name for a hypothetical cat. Feeling the same sunlight through the window, breathing the same closed off room air, and feeling that gentle affection for eachother. But that can never be 'me' now. - So do you know what I am ACTUALLY doing at 7am on a Saturday morning? I am, instead, making comments on Fartbook and Twatter. I doom-scroll, make comments on the internet, and scream into a neon green digital void, a demonic maw with endless teethy rows of sharpest plastic.. - This i...

  . "Unshared Memories." . "Sure Redcar beach IS beautiful.. " "But.. "... does it even matter?" "When any of these little memories can not be shared with anyone?" "What is the value of an unshared memory?!!" .

  "Dear everyone, everywhere" Size A2, oil paste on paper . Dear everyone, everywhere . Loneliness is not that bad Friendship is only an optional entertainment, it is not needed You acceptance is not required, Love is a lie Sex is overrated: Porn is far more convenient I am right - and you are all wrong ....about almost everything. Gods you all worship are all actually evil entities. The flags you all kill and die for are just 'rags on a stick' that I'd happily wipe my arse on. Popularity is just a "chain 'n cage" that tries to seduce and controle you All your joint, closely held - traditions, cultures, habits and other 'group rules' are rancid Your opinions, "likes", and 'gifted' 'charitable' tolerance of me is not cared about. I'd rather break than bend I'd rather die than comply YOU Are shit! We are all crap None of us have any value STOP trying to "save me" or bring the "nice before divorce...

  THE FICITIONAL FANTASY ‘PIT FIGHTER’ WARRIOR, THE MAGIC POTION .. …AND MY TRUE REALITY. – By Ross E F Lombardi . Imagine the following scenario (This scenario is a metaphor... ...but we will get to that later) . Imagin you were a pit fighter in some warped dystopian version of our world. Indentured, enslaved, forced to fight against your will. . Every three or four weeks... ...without warning... Ready or not... No matter how inconvenient... A van pulls up and takes you to the pit fight. . You are thrown into the pit to fight for your life. And if you win, you get to live for another three to four weeks. . And this repeats. You only have that three or four weeks to heal and recover for the next fight. They don't care if you are not ready It does not matter how badly injured you still are. Again, with no warning, every three to four weeks, you are picked up in the van and still forced to fight for your life. . And you keep winning! But the damage that never gets a chance to heal be...

! FUCK NAZIS ?? ! Eeeeeewwwww! Hell NO! . I do not care how pretty she is... Or How lonely I am! Or How ugly I am! . I am NOT I REPEAT "NOT"! Going to even kiss a Nazi, So I am definitely, not knowingly, ever going to willingly fuck one! . Eeeeeewwwww! Hell NO! I’d Much rather never touch a woman ever again than resort to THAT shit! . I do Not want my dick anywhere near Nazi pussy! .

I should Really delete Facebook. Or force them to give me a permanent account ban: if I lack the willpower to quit Facebook myself. All it ever does, is cause me psychologicsl and emotional harm. I feel compelled to look at Facebook. Then 5 mins later I go from 'healthy' to 'self harming' and/or full of "dangerous to others" rage. Every second panel tells me how shit I am as a person, at every level, from gender, class, age ect Every other panel makes me hate the entire world by showing me it's cruelty and the evil of humanity. And yet I keep picking up this shitty site, and scroll chase dopamine and emotions like any other addict of any other drug. Facebook is shit And I should quit . But I know that I won't Not voluntary. I hope facebook ban me, for life, one day soon. Because I'm far better off without it. .

? I often question if my ex was "Bad" this way (manipulative, controlling, narcissistic) - Or whether I am just projecting and imagining that to make me feel better? as if me being a victim, then makes the marriage failure, somehow, ok? - I'm I just being delusional to protect my pride? Or was she "this"? Is the truth somewhere in the middle? And if so, how far along the line of that middle and in which direction? How much was 'me' and how much was 'her'? What if it was me? What If I am the bad one? What if I am unknowingly the manipulative, controlling, narcissistic one and SHE is a victim, of what I am? I’m I unknowingly, just another version of my horrible genetic father? Am I a bad person with a thick layered mask of excuses? – Or not? What is “Just in my head”? and what is “real”? . Should I even date – IF there is even the slightest chance, I am a bargain bin budget version of my abusive genetic father? . The constant self-doubt is not...

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. DO NOT BLAME THE FLOWERS! By Ross E F Lombardi . Don't blame the gentle morning light because you are blind. . Don't blame the bird song because you have lost your hearing. . Don't blame the rose just because you can no longer smell its scent. . Don't blame the honey or the salt just because you can no longer taste the flavours of life . Don’t blame the blood you shed For the pain of you are feeling from your bleeding wounds. . Don't blame the mirror because you are ugly . Don’t blame the library because you are stupid . Don’t blame the reactions of others For your underwhelming dull personality . Stop blaming the shit from your arse For how it smells When you choose the food, you ate. . Don’t blame the reactions of others When you spout hateful shit, That you knew would upset them. . Dear fellow men who also can't get laid.... . I can't get laid either... But ...being unfuckable is Not an excuse to be a misogynist prick ... Take the bad parts of life with...

. Dear men who can't get laid.... . I can't get laid either .. But ...being unfuckable is Not an excuse to be a mysogsnist prick ... Take the bad parts of life with courage and self discipline... Have some pride FFS.... Don't go around looking to blame everything else like some total weak minded wuss. . Don't blame the gentle morning light light because you are blind. . Don't blame the bird song because you have lost your hearing. . Don't blame the rose just because you can no longer smell it's scent. . Don't blame the mirror because you are ugly . Don't blame those you are sexuality attracted you for not wanting to fuck you . Have some bloody backbone, accept reality and don't be such a wimp. .

. You can not control the world  . And if you are the sort of person who wants to control, -  Then you the exact sort of person that should not control  anything. . Only those who do not want power Who sees the burden of it and never the privilege  Deserve to have it . But what you Can do is control yourself. . If enough people just followed these 4 simple rules  The rest would will sort itself out. . 1 Harm no one . 2 Help who you can. Defend who you can.  As much as you can. Even those who you hate and who hate you WITHOUT harming Anyone. (Don't use self righteous as a self license or excuse to harm anyone.) When it comes to violence, there is always an excuse - never a reason.  . 3 Your happiness and own life is Never That important. Ethics, self discipline, willpower, self control, What is right. These, selflessly in the service of the wider world without fear or favour are far more important, than You, your own safety, your own happiness, your lif...

. Question: “Without blaming my ex – “ “What could I have done differently in my last relationship?” . I’m honestly not sure... It was not mutual – I was dumped after 30 years. I have played the scenarios over and over in the dark while staring towards the ceiling a million times... And I am likely to do it a million more before I stop. – . What I do know is that I have let the pain change me. . She was disgusted my weight gain I have gone from a 50”” inch waste and a walking stick to a 38”” and dancing for hours at clubs. . I look after myself better And push myself to do more both domestically at home and out and about in the world. . I have tried to be better than I was And I am constantly judging and criticising myself to push myself hard to be more. . But this is the thing that gets to me… … She has not changed at all. Not even a bit She accepts no blame for the divorce She acts entitled and twist facts to make herself out to be some sort of victim SHE HAS REFUSED TO LEARN ANYTHI...

 I AM SAYING THAT.... The male lonelyness epidemic Is Our own fault! We men brought it upon ourselves! ....Because it IS our collective fault!! In 10,000 years of history... No church, political movement or fashion has ever succeeded in suppressing the natural human urge to enjoy fucking eachother.... Yet us men have managed to 'achieve' this very same stupidity... 'Achieved' what no organised body has ever managed before - Making what used to be fun for all - far too dangerous to be fun anymore... For anyone - Just by acting like petulant morons - in just a blink of an natural history eye. We Did This! We made bears a better choice! And now you want to act like victims about it??!! FFS!! Well the damage repair starts with You. Each of us men needs to look in a fucking mirror and ask some hard questions of ourselves. .