Dave (that's it, that's the whole username)
@Thumeros
May there be a road.
Audio: The Taste of Summer (rewritten)
Elbow - Grounds For Divorce youtu.be/jxczVhG0os8?si… via @YouTube
During WWII my grandfather trained Army Air Corps pilots on the P-51 Mustang at this airfield.

Fuck off.
'Irregardless' is a word.
i know a guy in his 40s who’s handsome, super wealthy, throws huge parties at his long island mansion, war veteran, into jazz… and yet he spends many of his nights staring across the manhasset bay wondering why he’s unable to find true love is modern dating really this broken?
6.25.21: “You can only read a book properly if you first come to terms with the author. You can only experience love that goes in both directions if you come to terms with the opposite sex (on a macro-level) and the person opposite you (on the micro-level), though what people…
I'm a direct descendant of Mary Jemison. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Jemi…
share a piece of lore that connects you to history.
Sincerity feels like a handicap nowadays. I love humor in every form, including the ironic and the sardonic. But I can’t live behind irony. Irony has become a status symbol. It signals cool distance: 'I see through this. I’m above this.' I don’t want that. The safety of…
If you'd like to read new/final drafts of things I've posted here, or see my original writing in one place (over time): substack.com/@thumeros
I don't remember who said it, but: “sometimes being the man means not wasting her time and fertility.”
Agreed, with a nuance: You cannot sacrifice what you do not rightfully possess. Sometimes you must let go of what was never yours to hold. Sacrifice what you must. Release what you ought.
There is an old fashioned word for "making space" or "letting go". It's not popular, because it carries unpleasant connotations. The word is sacrifice. If you want to manifest something really big, you must make some big space for it first. This means letting go of old energies.
“It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.” ― Raymond Chandler, Farewell, My Lovely
"6.22.21: Learned something new off the back of a novel today - Raymond Chandler was born in 1888 and didn’t publish his first story until 1933, at the age of 45".