I saw a young woman yesterday, who in my youth would have been my experiment in a matter of hours. I would have had her in every club around the city for a few nights and she would have wanted to marry me in a matter of months. Bumped into her at the barbershop.

 Interesting right?

What kind of woman do you meet at the BARBERSHOP on the black side of town, right behind the baptist church, right next to the tattoo parlor?

Only a few pass that way, lesbians, marajuna dealers, those that work the cosmotology department, lipstick lesbians (which are my favorite kind of woman, because they will rob a jewlery store, when times get hard, they are the ride or die kind of woman, I find myself missing from time to time, no need to train them on what to say to nosey cops or a do-gooder neighbor, that can't stand you have  a new car every week and you claim to work at McDonalds and have been pushing a lot of over time.)

 Another kind of woman that visits the Barbershop is the one I bumped into yesterday, with the faded haircut that was smoother than mine, and hazzel eyes that cut into useless conversation about the weather and pleasentries, like butter. Hips that sache while she is sitting and a mind set on plotting anyone out of a dollar. Male or female, old our young, if you have the connections to pay-dirt, she is your distant aunts best friend from years ago and you should remember her. (Not just because she has something more too offer than what "Superhead," was known for, but because you all are nearly family.)

 Did I mention she was drop dead gorgeous.

If she was not so dangerous I'd remember not my youth and how the story of getting involved with such a woman ends.

"The lip-stick lesbian~Flapper" of the Milleniual generation is a primal  creature that can never be sastisfied, tamed, or understood.

Her beauty resides in her pure VICOUSNESS.

Many ask me, after I describe these things, "What does a person who say's he believes in Christ and is "Saved," from SIN, know about Lip-stick Lesbian Flappers?"

Sometimes they ask, "Why are you remembering nights at the club that lead to one night stands and relationships ending with a beautiful woman putting a knife to your throat, for your wallet?"

A lot of the time I am made to smirk at thse quandries; None of us can claim we've matured, earned anything intellectualy, spiritually, eternally, if we've never overcome a little darkeness.

The idea of being "SAVED," means nothing if we've never been in need of rescuing.

I looked at the young woman realizing she was about my age, still desiring only the best in life and did not have an ounce of remorse for hurting a few people to get there.

Where ever, "there," was.

https://www.essence.com/hair/black-women-bald-heads#1131961

https://adventgradepress.com/2018/04/silence-is-acquiescence/

Many feel they get away with something in the silence. Say not a word, do nothing, admit nothing when you are caught doing something wrong and maybe the world will forget and nothing will come of it.

Lay low and don't touch anything you have stolen for 6 months and we all will sit pretty after the storm settles.

The way of the wolf and bandits and marodurs of our modern world.

Yet in the silence, upon the hill is an eye and a voice that sees all. When we are able to tap into it, they call you all sorts of names. They even believed Jesus healed through the Devil at one point. He had to assure them that none of us can serve two masters. It is true. I have not ever been able to listen to the doctrine of thieves and not know the end result would be much harder than where one started. "The way of a transgressor is hard," Harder than a Humphrey Bogart film. Many love it though.

  With hands filled with sticky goo from filth they have touched or from acquring goods without having earned it righteously. There are many now-a-days suggesting we are to be okay with failure, we have to fail many times before we can claim any victories. What they mean is, "We have to be okay with being called, liers, theives, and down right evil, before someone sees how hard we tried to be good."

  Is it really that hard to be good? 

I expect to a lot of good feeback from this one.

I sent it originally somewhere else to be published, but they have not responsded and so I thought, O well time to put my fingers to work.

https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2018/03/31/digital-stick-up-kids/

Since I am down to one resource and have not taken to the time to really get my fingers wet with this goo of DoSS that is disturbing my feeds at www.adventgradepress.com I am looking for other sources to publish my work. I asked a friend and she is acting the butt about it because she is not trying to pay me 50.00 for material that is not really going to be interesting to anyone but me.

  I was a little offended. Really so I am talking to the air, when nearly 300 people a year tune into the site. Can you imagine, most are at home looking for work or too busy to deal with me but I have 300 people keying in and that is something to look down on. (I don't think so)

I don't even consider Social media to be an honest source of viewer rating so I don't count what is said on those platforms.

So one site is down for the moment because of someone of the articles we like to discuss.

I was attacked last night and so I am not to  tell you to go to www.adventgradepress.com at the moment and read my latest letter to the infomus History Channel that continues to scare you children with "Alien-creation" stories and desiring to get Al Gore elected. I can tell you to read my latest article at www.avproductionsblog.wordpress.com and you will find it there.

They ask, "why do you have to so many places to read the same information?"

Answer, because we live in a crazy world that thinks DoSS attacks is a nice Christmas present.

So because I am down to one resource to upload information you will have to visit https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2018/03/31/my-letter-to-the-history-channel/ for the latest brain bashing read for your Saturday morning!

April fools was a wonderful day for me when I was a child.

As I age, nothing changes and I find it is the best time to get even with those that seek to silience your voice!

https://www.reddit.com/user/LaughingMANB/comments/88dt0r/now_why_would_this_occur/?ref=share&ref_source=link

*Ping-backers* clearly did not realize that you can not put an eagle in a cage, or trap a wolf with his own set of rules. Clearly they have not seen my art work or have not  learned the concept of  Marquess of Queensberry rules. I don't know what there problem is but I must have touched some buttons many would rather I have left alone and that makes me smile from here to...well what is very far from me....I can smile until I reach the Moon.

  Is it fun being targeted: No, but I would not be a good storyteller If I did not have something of value to share.

If people go out of there way, to hide what you have to say, there must be somthing to it, "huh?"

This is part of the reason why my book would be great for people to read and pass the time with.

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AVplusME I don't have to put on my mask and dawn a super hero name and neither do you, just live a little bit and things stanger than fiction will occur and all you have to do is ask,

"Why?!"

 The only thing I did not like about April Fools, was the fact that sometimes you are not the one left laughing.

Did you not hear me when I said my name is "ADVENT VOICE!?"

I believe it is Irrefutably disrepectly to coddle this censorship behavior from a repressive organization like Cialis tablets australia cialisessale.com  I have been targeted by ED deficiency supporters because I have the gonads to say what needs to be said.

Go figure.

Don't think for a minute I have let go of the story about my package. The wolf is still on the hunt.

Something else just crossed my nose and I am curious if anyone else has ever felt this way.

https://www.reddit.com/user/LaughingMANB/comments/885xwm/questions_ive_raised_about_social_media/

It is very funny. Not really, I find it annoying that there seems to be so many people that are afraid to use there minds or to even be honest or fair anymore:

  Compressed Oxygen, Liquid Oxygen, An Oxygen concentrator in the U.S. costs $2,500 for those that are not qualified through Health Plans. We do understand when we are told we have to seek health care through Private firms that means we are paying out of pocket. So why do health providers ask for your prescription plans when they just heard you say, "You are looking for "Private" means to acquire health services for a family member?" Secondly: why do they suggest $3,000 for an oxygen tank is expensive: Who cares about expense: When they are asking to pay out of pocket for your health product? Since when is Oxygen rated as a drug anyway? Find more information at www.Drugs.com

  So Oxygen is as high priced as Water and both are needed to help people. You are a douchebag if you want to help people. We must charge them the average rent of a San Francisco suite, mind you this is a  fact: [✨]  100,000$ a year in san fransisco is considered low income [🗣] [👀]!

Ok no more math:

After all the numbers are filed and settled it is obvious that someone needs to make money. My question remains, how is anyone to make money if all those people in a room have the same issues and are not able to branch out to anyone that can give positive input. Positive input being a substantial income.

 Lastly, how do any of these companies make it, with the finicial straint the world is in, on conning everyone they meet. Really, rob someone for a 40.00 package. Wait until I share the whole story, about that case.

It is a doozy.

https://www.reddit.com/r/u_LaughingMANB/comments/87cxc5/the_ethics_of_good_business/?ref=share&ref_source=link  <<<BASED ON A TRUE STORY>>>

 I have a history for going above and beyond for the things in life I desire. (Have you seen my art, that is not just a mode of expression, those are discourses on how I see the world. Larger than Life.)

  This being said, it should be no surprise to any of you, that though the information in the above link seems to be mild at best of an issue. Something that can be fixed with a minor phone call and a refund of property or funds. This approach has yet to occure and clearly not from my lack of trying. So I have set out to raise polling boards on this issue.

"HOW FAR WILL YOU GO FOR  A PACKAGE?"

I am a man no different from any other man and just wants honesty from those that say they can deliver on a promise.

Especially one I bought and paid for.

https://www.reddit.com/r/u_LaughingMANB/comments/87cxc5/the_ethics_of_good_business/?ref=share&ref_source=link <<<The previous link is BASED on a TRUE Story>>>

Tune in Next TIME to see if the package is delivered!

Lets hope it is not something we have to wait until next year to find out! (Which leads me to my next question, "How long would you wait for a package, before you are caught doing this?")

 It is a shame we have to meet like this over a $40.00 box.

So I pride myself in being honest. An honest dealer of all sorts and expect the same behavior from the people I do business with.

Learn what happens and what can happen when you are found doing bad buisness in this new age of TECH and social world we call the Internet Marketing:

Learn why it pays to be good to everyone:

https://my.wealthyaffiliate.com/laughsmiles/blog/good-buisness-is-learned-through-the-mistakes-of-others

So I contacted Red Clay Review and they are reviewing my prose and I have to wait until the deadline to see who won or if I am up for the drawing. They told me normally the winners are asked to give a brief bio of themselves, and it got me to thinking, as a creator how have I grown and how would I describe myself in 1-3 sentences?

I am stumped but I think this is a good excerise for a lot of us that enjoy creating and telling a story.

I would love to take the burden of not having to talk about myself off of my hands and ask those that view my work, "What do you see when you see me?"

Using the little view points that are given to devise a draft for this review. I am not vain enough to believe I am anymore than what I show people and though I talk about myself: A lot: it seems on these few posts. I talk a lot about how I view the world and see things; but I enjoy the fact that as a creator I don't have to talk about me and just what I see.

Now I am asked to talk about mysefl and it can't be long winded. Even when I wrote Black Amethyst the only thing that could be said to show of me, was the idea that no writer or creator can leave a project without involving himself a little. The truth is no real artist can speak on anything he or she has not been involved in personally or there is no authenticty and it is pure fantasy/conjecture. Running the risk of angering your audience and having them deem you a  creator of little experience or worth. Sometimes we run into the idea that even fantasy has a level of truth, relative to the creator, and this only occures because of the idea that no creator can walk away from a project without revealing something of themselves from it.

  This very issue is why those from my past or present or future can hear me speak. I can use another name entierly, change setting and location, but if I am delivering a story, someone who is close to me, will realize I might have used experiances involving them. To save them and myself from any unnesscary embarresment, I try to talk solely of myself or in generic terms.

  All this talk about ego and identity simply raises the question, "What do you see when you see me?"

There were so many different things that made the weekends better than our dreams.

#Snowdays where we could play kissy face for hours.

#Playdates where I would walk you home late.

#Filling in the filler episodes of anime's with your face.

#Reciting lines from our favorite movies like Shrek, when the gingerbread man was made to squeel about his gumdrop buttons and I made you squeel in return about yours.

#A riotous case that decided to grow up a little too late. I can't talk about my childhood wiithout talking about you and that's the boob of the situation. Half the reason why you run everytime you see me, asking rididulous questions like, was that you tweeting. What a joke, I can have a new face, a new name, a new job, grow up from the old pain and I say one word and you can see me. The only one that has ever been able to answer this riddle with a smirk. "When you see me what do you see?"

#This is the release, final explosion from yesterday's lame brained debates. There are things we will never be able to justify and the question remains why try.  https://adventgradepress.com/2018/03/a-year-of-intrigue-adventure/

For men like me that question is rediculous, we try because we still have breathe. We reason with our mouths and the air that fills our vests.

  I don’t feel a thing
 and I stopped remembering
The days are just like moments turned to hours

Mother used to say
If you want, you’ll find a way
Bet mother never danced through fire shower

Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Is it right or is it wrong
and is it here that I belong

I don’t hear a sound
Silent faces in the ground
The quiet screams, but I refused to listen

If there is a hell
I’m sure this is how it smells
Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn’t

Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Am I right or am I wrong
and is it here that I belong

Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Why do I feel so alone
For some reason I think of home

All for the love of HOME!