The Narrative leaves little room for gentleness, gifts and light..

” I I I I I I I…

NOBODY WORKS HARDER

NOBODY MAKES GREATER SACRIFICE

NOBODY KNOWS… ”

An ancient tale of misdirection by bullshit that keeps on keeping on.

Here’s a winning proverb: Even a fool who says nothing can appear wise.

Dennis Mantin

I know they exist…

I believe I have met some who showed what they have in their actions.

HOWEVER

To those that feel the need to advertise how strong or spiritually fit you are…

I hear your roar!

She started off writing about being forgiving and in a follow up ended with, “He can kiss my ass.”

Sounds about right…

I love social media for the endless entertainment!

Dennis Mantin

According to Zylia, Daffy Ducks girlfriend Tina says that Daffy lies about everything and cries himself to sleep every night and Daffy says its true.

Sounds about right…

This is that face my daughter makes:

When I tell her that I am no longer the most beautiful man in the world…

I tell her, “I have transcended beyond beauty. ”

Dennis Mantin

Stinking thinking is actual therapy terminology.

The key to identifying the afflicted is in how they Express themselves…

Jumping to erroneous negative conclusions that ensure they are hard done by.

It’s a fucking epidemic of contempt prior to investigation.

Dennis Mantin

I saw him at his best… Confident, arrogant, payday, dreams become reality. “Me and the boys are going to get some blow!”

The last I saw him at his low. The day after payday… Tired, hungover, broke jonesing His wheelbarrow was stuck in the mud; searching for solutions.

I will always remember that look in his eyes and my refusal to help. “Fuck you.” I thought… “I have been where you are and not helping you is what’s required.

There’s only one way out I know. Change direction… Head for the light. Pray

Dennis Mantin

The best way to describe anyone is by their imperfections…

The perfect human is uninteresting. Cruel analytical judgments are all we’re talking about… writers don’t deal for long in the kind and gentle.

Dennis Mantin

I sleep well.

Never tell.

Images dance above my bed.

Peace of mind.

Sweet and kind.

Sleeping dogs are not dead.

Dennis Mantin

She shared her pain like a Socialist… Thinking it was necessary for everyone to have a piece.

I suggested a Democratic approach… Maybe we could earn that privilege?

Her eyes glassed over, and dismissed me with her silence which was the desired outcome.

Dennis Mantin

The stage was set.

The sun went down.

The dancers dance.

Throughout the town.

The sun came up.

The band still played.

The sinners slept.

The Saints they prayed.

Dennis Mantin