Have you ever dreamed a thing and saw it happen in real life but did
not make that thing happen?
Have you ever imagined something that did not yet exist and create it,
exactly as you imagined?
Has anyone ever sought or fought for control over this simplex essence of
manliness in your life to your detriment?
Yes for me on all three counts. I admit it openly, and
I'm not pissed off about it any more.
Trying to get over it was difficult at first.
For a while, I felt so guilty for being me.
Not so much, lately.
Speak as you want. Harm none.
Teach what you know.
Happy 2017 and good luck.
May your pet unicorn shit ice cream, fart rainbows,
and ejaculate 1.eX314^274,316,512 different types of semen
out of its' twenty seven inch penis forever and ever.
May only extraterrestrials be able to accept your semen and
make babies, forever more.
Bless the fruits of your labor here.
Call yourself out and sanctify your work.
You are invited.