Blaire Bitches the Bluff

Dare to call my Bluff?

Whoa.. Deep…

Deep as you want to be go right ahead entertain me with you’re ability to fool or school the ultimate disease they call “Love”.

Pulling my heart strings I decided to join the “so called” society of seeking fate online please note that I am laughing on the inside but as for this exterior which is currently present… well I can only tell you that it has been nothing but an interesting research assignment I had set myself over the past year.

What is the verdict they ask me, well the verdict is that “money talks honey” “put your money in the bank frank” a very wise man once told me.

What are dreams made of? they are a unique and solid combination of dreamers infused with large balls to get up off their arses to pursue what their heart desires. Yeah thats right don’t make me tell you twice!

Is it safe to say that the post modern wonderers that I have encountered so far base their lives upon pure fantasy at the expense of others? as dumb founded as I was to learn about this these people really do exist and the funny thing is that they are really good people. Uff…

I call “love” a disease it comes in many forms but at the end of the day it is having that outgoing concern and compassion for one another that counts. Yeah Yeah.. beg to differ I dare you :-p!

It can also be ones method for survival and also ones excuse for death it can be as beautiful as you want it to be but be prepared for the maintenance manual it may not come with. Broken hearts are as common as arteries clogged with your mamas lasagne!

A voice just echoed in my mind as I wrote this “Our goal in life is to Love” the person who owns this quotation his name is “Sideshow”.

He is the Sideshow Bob of my life and I can only tell you that this research assignment has only begun, if you are wondering what the hell I am going on about than you only need to ask and I will gladly share this strange and peculiar story with you that would not only bring your stomach pains of laughter but the worst part is this is no made up story this is currently in play currently in motion.

Which makes me ask the question to myself the writer the curator the researcher how the hell do I tell this story without loving every inch of it? More laughter and no doubt there will be tears that follow but hey better my tears than yours.

My “B-Word” for the day is “Bluff” like a fat creamy Bluff oyster from the South Island of New Zealand my love is ready to infuse your body with an aphrodisiac that will last forever!

Whoa…
Deep…

Blaire Blaqua.

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