”I did try and fuck her. She was married… I moved on her like a bitch, but I couldn’t get there. And she was married. Then all of a sudden I see her, she’s not got the big phony tits and everything… I’ve got to use some Tic Tacs, just in case I start kissing her. You know I’m automatically attracted to beautiful. I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.”
They say live like no one is watching. Well, I supposed this it is, redefined.
I hope The United Kingdom and The United States remain resilient.
It’s so interesting, I’m not sure we should be watching.
Imagine that I am an officer on official political business. I’m a messenger. I have message from one official that is marked secret, and has to be handed to another in a timely fashion. I am horseback, me, accompanied by a squad of my best men. Along our passage, we are intercepted by enemy combatants, on horses, and they attack us. We are killed, and our message retrieved by those same men. Those men return back to their leader, and upon receipt, their leader hands the secret message over to a third party source for it to be used as information broadcasting to foreign media. The leader does this, so that they can not be to blame for any damage done after effect.
Life hasn’t been so swell. Not even remotely. I’ve made quite a few leaps and bounds, but their so small in scale compared to others, that I’m basically where I started. I’m still motivated to achieve greatness, and I’m forward looking for my path to success, to a day when I can rest assured and know my following days will not bring discomfort, but more so, joy, happiness and the feeling of overwhelming content.
The past few days, or so, my memories have gone back to times in my life where I see I was not happy. Some of them stem back to my childhood, while some were from just a few years ago. It seems that hardship currently outweighs my successes and gains, which must be my way to let go of everything before the start and coming of a New Year.
2017 is a classical year for me, I’ll be turning 28, and on Mother’s Day, the day of my actual birth. With it, I am sure, before and after my birthday, I will be overcome with many previous memories, and like in my past, a wide array of visions of the future. Of a new year, unlike previous years, I’ll try and obtain a lot of money. Millions of dollars. Normally, I kept my goals small, but money of grand scale has been on my mind, so, that must mean it is either coming my way, or perhaps what my mind has accepted as a new necessity, a need, in my life. If and when, I’ll know for sure if I needed it or not, like anything else. What was once love, now seems to be wealth. Maybe the two are one in the same. Maybe my memories will become fantasy actualized, and dreams turned to life.
Happy New Years.
George R.R. Martin
Brandon Mecella Carey Walker
The United Kingdom