Justin Razor and the World

At times, whether through great rage or impossible passion, I allow my temper to flare. It overrides my better judgement and catapults the reason from my perspective, forcefully seizing the helm of my consciousness, degrading my sociability and devolving me into a simple brute driven solely by instinct. Of course, this perfectly captures the essence of the moment for every Man that's undergone a horrendously stressful experience. To eschew ones faculties of higher thought and logical examination is the peak of folly. Yet, should a person, a Man in particular, consider himself above violence as a whole, he risks prancing into the ranks of the effete intellectuals populating our disgusting society in the modern age. As a great Strongman once said, any Man who can fit into skinny jeans is a Woman, which is a belittling insult inward and outward, as I know several Women who squat well over 300 pounds, and proudly own thighs that would obliterate the fragile denim encasing with one mig

Ray Bradbury, the great Science Fiction author, describes the act and art of Writing as something to get drunk on daily, and, counterintuitive as it may seem, to remain inebriated on as long as possible. He urges us to immerse ourselves in an hour of Writing a day at minimum, in order to stave off the fatal effects of the harsh world we're forced to inhabit. If we are to remain untouched, pure and virginal, then we must treat our devotion to our own eclectic and unique arts not as passing fancies or wispy interests, but instead declare our partaking and participating in them as essential to our daily lives as breathing and drinking water. As I pen this, Christmas music, festive and jovial, dances gracefully through the air, surfing the radio waves with the proficiency of Duke Kahanamoku himself, which is perhaps the more fitting aphorism upon reflection. Surfer' s Coffee Bar, by far the greatest coffeehouse on Oahu, is owned and staffed entirely by dedicated Missionaries. To

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