RevPete's blog: "Shaaazaaam!"

You really have to be in a certain mood to watch and understand trailer park boys to understand what I'm getting at here.

And you have to be solid.

You have to have your head on straight.... cause there's ppl out there who don't give a $%ck about your life, and your life will be screwed if you don't have your head on straight. 

Arson, Murder, Drugs, Sex, the black metal scene of norwegian black metal in the 90s

Satanism and the Satanic Panic of the 80s and 90s

and then you get the fluffy duffy Jesus with tits routine of Wicca.

and all the other white lighters.

You really gotta be solid. Know your moral standing, in order to understand the vibes of what I'm saying.

Mormon family is around and you got the pedophile uncle "bob" with the suit and tie

you go the other way and you go to jail and your life gets f*cked.

Keeping the vibes real takes a maintanence of maturity and balance, 

and often is a solo life style cause you don't run along with the herd of sheep.

You don't hit up the meth pipe when its passed around

But you know how to keep the vibes going... 

That's what fu is to me. And certain people get labelled as the chomos 

they have the odd quirky personalities like the cat dude from trailer park boys.

but you got severe weirdos out there, who are sooooo fu*cked up.

That people think of no religion because it messes with their vibes.

They don't want to be one of "those" weird cult people. 

They know how to laugh at the goths, who take life too seriously. 

Ppl in life get so very f*cked about these vibes, and lose all sanity. 

Insane ppl at Assisted Living and rehab centers. 

Meth users and drug addicts, are the other way around because they have almost the vibes and don't give a shit.

But I care about my life, and have a solid understanding.

So I'm solo.

See what I'm getting at here? 

There are fine b*tches out there, but how pschotic are they? 

Look beyond the fake photography of the bolemic and see the reality of women.

Look beyond the delusions of the porn, and see the character. 

Don't see boobs and ass. 

Yea, those are nice. 

But how psychotic are they? 

Do they even know these vibes? 

Think of the fast food worker vs the skateboarder. 

When I think of these vibes, I wonder where ppl's heads went 

and how they got fucked up.

A man takes care of his woman..... It's that simple. Bling, consistant attention, drinks (drunk wives are the best!) and someone willing to work fubar for them.

Those are the essentials.... 

I've been off and on fubar since way back in 2008-9 and recently since 2018... I am committed. 

I am polymarious, not polygamyst. Theres a huge difference. Polymarious means a man knows how to get multiple females to share and work together.

That means there can't be the psycho b*tches.

I'm looking for a woman who knows how to be independent, knows how to spend her time, and I'm not the healous type. I prefer one who knows friends and has her own social life.

This is my Fu Hubby Resume for a Fu Lady... the last but definitely not least requirement....

think of a drink that ends with beach.

Ever wonder WTF? What's wrong with me? Why you don't fit in to the cool kids... the ones you see and wonder why can't I be like that. Ever wonder what the awkward silences are in those moments when ppl seem to be checking you out.. Kind of analyzing you and wondering what you're about. Wondering where's all the social activity at? 

Ever walk into a lounge and get a fist full of silence? 

I have. And it sucks. Most ppl are turned off by the Rev. They don't want religion shoved down their throat. And most women are not looking especially for a cock down their throat. 

When you're in the mood, when your feeling frisky and you gotta jive goin on and you get a fistf'tull of silence, note a few things. 

1st. People who are new sometimes take time to warm up to.  You can't just jump in and expect people to be the same around you when they have a history together.  And the way you present yourself is important. Are you clean shaven and well presented? Do you strike them as the dirty old man type or someone with potential that they can spend their lives with?  

The way you perceive things, the way you're approaching things, is essential.  I don't bother with Rev statements pf spiritual nonsense. I can jive and let people make their own decisions. I do what I do for me and no one else.

When you approach fu for yourself and you truly have positivity and you encourage those around you, these awkward perspectives can change.

2nd Some people just have shitty attitudes that you can't fix.  If they're continuing to be a problem dont encourage them further, don't give em what they want.. Play the narcissist game for a little while; sometimes its benefcial.

and finally you could just be interracting on a bad point of their life; and a lot of ppl have walls that they put up and don't take down for no one. So remember that there is that as well.

Whatever the case may be, look to being positive; don't allow others reactions or actions diminish your stance of encouragement. 

Real positivity comes from within.  When you have a stable foundation and world view and know where you stand and accept yourslef. You will see mass changes.

Wonder where to apply all those relationship spells and prosperity spells? Fubar be the place to be for that!

Here I will post the book of life and death, the blessings and cursings of fu life! 

Include Prosperity Spells

Revenge Spells

Relationship Attraction Spells

and all the "new age" glory out there!

the cadilac broke down while we were amidst the leprechauns and dwarves....

they were after their gold, we couldn't help them.

they were hopeless...

we foddered along the sidewalk amidst the vertigo of signs and lights hitting us hard... 

Drinks in hand we sung along merily.

And came accross carnival street... 

Satan greeted us heartily with a loud and deep welcome..

Welcome to the land nobody knows, where up is down and down is up,

we walked towards the first tent, a card dealer stood at a table, dressed in black with a top hat...

Try your luck gentleman?

Black Jack cards swam before us the table...

I swore I heard some rolling stones in the backround.

3 and 5 showed up on the table.

Hit me,

A Jack appeared, 

Hit Me,

and then a Queen.

Damn it. 

No worries gentlemen, with your soul you get credits to play again! 

Who would want my soul? I wondered, forgetting it was aloud. 

We gather all the unfavorites here..

The haze of swirling smoke surrounds me and my laptop as I log into the the otherworld... ready to interract with fukin and family, another way to reach out and interract with social distancing... Hell, I've been social distancing my whole life, the frog on the table blurps, the cat meows, and the elf that looks like ALF smiles, ready to eat the cat. 

The jinn are favorable today.  I feel it in my vibes... 

This is not your typical Rev.... Existentialism is a primary source of fertile ground for me.... Good, bad and the ugly. 

Dwarf swirls and cosmic snoopy sets in. 

Random shit... Another Random Day. 

Relief from the standard monotony of the washers and dryers swriling around in circles, providing the standard clunkity clunk clunk sounds from the laundry room, relief from the TV God of advertisements and the political pulpit pounding of the patriarchal state.

Look through the glass darkly, beyond the realm of phsical consciousness, 

The tie is a reverse noose, 

Suits are Straight jackets, 

and the Saints are Aints, with one less problem. 

Reaching through the glaze of smoke, I take a sip of coffee, enjoying the fact of a roof and chair to sit in and a warm bed.  It didn't always used to be this way. 

Fuck.

Worried whether I'd take a travel down the rabbit tunnel on the yellow brick road, and wind up on the sidewalk. That used to be life.  Now I'm stabily living with a roof over my head. 

The vertigo kicks in, I lay on my bed and gaze at the ceiling... 

I can't deny it.. No matter how I've tried no matter what I've done, spirituality plays a part in my life... Recovery, and the other sides of religious straight jackets, the men in black come to altercate your reality, to picturize you and make you blank. 

Nobody wants that, 

People feel like an insane asylum when they get herded into pews, inverted crosses or not. 

People play it cool here, 

but when life goes trauma ER when there's no place to go, and reality aside from the delusion kicks in an upside down world of a cigar smoking kermit the frog, reciting the alphabet backwards, 

where do you go? 

But people don't want the straight jackets and reverse nooses, to loose their vibes. 

Strip Clubs are a haven for my. My chapels, my communion off the tits of a dancer, 

a haze of smoke filling the room and club music in the background, 

dark lights flickering... 

this is my world of where I sit, 

this is my chapel.  My environment, my release. 

Sam Adams is a friend, 211 is a friend, Carona is not a virus but a beer. 

People don't want sticks shoved up their asses to walk with a limp awkwardly stumbling down the isles to sit awkwardly in the pews, 

so as a Rev, I provide the alternative. 

Strip clubs and bars, and a solace that people can be real with their existential ALF and Kermit the frog they can see their dwarfs and Lepracons and their pot of gold,, not having to act holier than thou.  

Over the standard day to day activity things go well, 

but when the damn angels get into place. When they want to get all severe and destroy sodom and gomorrah, the time for opposition is at hand. 

chill...