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“Searching With My Good Eye Closed.”
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“Searching With My Good Eye Closed.”  -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- WELCOME TO THE SINNERS CLUB -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- “This is my good eye Do you hear a cow? A rooster says Here is a pig The devil says” ~ Chris Cornell ~ “Searching with my good eye closed” ..........Greetings and Salutations. My Deviant Darlings. My Defiant Devils. It’s Saturday! Can you say “Thank Sweet Lucifer’s Halo” with Me, my dear of the Night. We are right in the very eye of the wildly howling maelstrom that is the weekend. The very Center of the Vortex I tell you. Is everybody in? Is Everybody in? Is Everybody In? The Ceremony is about to begin. I was thinking on the current state of life as I know it, and why it feels that in a time of so called “expanded” personal freedoms I feel even more stifled and limited in my own so called personal freedoms. And I harken back to a simpler easier time. You’ve got to be careful now a days. It’s not like it was just a decade or more ago. Now it seems like everything is recorded and stored away for posterity’s sake, or perhaps for the Prosecutor’s sake. Everything. It makes me wonder what all the Mob is doing? It’s not like you can Lean on people anymore, at least not without your Mugshot winding up on every criminal tip site from here to Hell and back again twice. Then they went and legalized sports betting here in Jersey, effectively screwing every hard working small time bookie, along with many not so small, into having to do business with the Absolutel Drop Dead, Rock Bottom Gambling Junkies. The Most Desperate of a Desperate Breed. Not that they didn’t before, it’s just that now, like we mentioned earlier, you might be on camera. How do you collect? Throw ‘em a Stern Talking Too? Maybe Bruise their Ego a bit? Break their Chops? Forget all that Shit. You can’t sell stolen goods out of the back of a van without worrying that there’s a Drone the size of a Dragonfly with a Super HD camera strapped to its Ass recording the whole shifty transaction in live time while simultaneously sending your location and license plate to the local constabulary. Maybe they’ve all resort to Cyber Crime now. That Blood Curdling, Bone Chilling Philip K. Dickian term with it’s Darkly Paranoid Orwellian Conotations. Big Brother was a Bitch! Cameras are Everywhere. Everywhere. Shit, I don’t even know what you’re supposed to do if you wanna Rub One Out in public anymore? If you’re feeling randy and decide that you wanna Knock One Out real quick like, you better do it before you leave the house in the morning. Otherwise You might end up on U-tube, making that face you make right before you burst. Well, at least you can still Wack the Dummy in the handicap stall at Burger King without worrying about ending up on “Live at Five”. Am I Right? Yeah I am. It floods me with feelings of longing. I’ll tell Ya, it was just an easier, simpler time. The Good Old Days. Back before Dick Pics were a Prerequisite. If you wanted to show a girl your piece, you had to Physically Whip that Shit Out. That’s right, and Usually upon Introduction. You know, Shake It Around a bit and Hope that she was Open and Receptive to Your Offer. Otherwise you Didn’t get to Pass Go. You Didn’t get to Collect $200. You went Right the fuck to Jail. Or to the Hospital, if her Father caught You after his began to scream, which he Usually Did, because let’s face it, it’s pretty fucking hard to run out of a house and down the street with your pants open and your Junk swinging in the breeze. I guess that the Silver Lining to that little Thunder Cloud is the fact that there was Always Someone in the County Lockup who Would be very Receptive to your Offer, and probably Match It if you still felt the Need to Show It Off once you got that far. Ahhhhhh Well, best not to Dwell on a thing to much. It is the Weekend after All, and just as I Am, the Weekend too is made for One Thing. Fun and Good Times! And so, My Wayward Flock, once again I turn you out into the Healing Vacuum of Saturday afternoon in time to Rest Up before the evening’s Festivities kick into High Gear. And remember, if Ever you feel that Need to Sin begin to wain, You can Always swing on back My Way, because For the Meantime (And What other Time is there if not Mean-Old-Time) I’ll be Right Here, where you left Me,......... Sinfully Yours backpocket13 President; The Sinners Club -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- |
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Funny and thought provoking at the same time. More and more it seems like it's a trade-off between privacy and public safety. Do I appreciate that surveillance camera when I'm walking somewhere alone at night? Yes I do. Would I still appreciate it if I had a companion with me who had a whim to throw me up against a wall? Maybe not...  
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