G’day,
I’m Fred, below is my body, I refer to it, now you know it. A year ago, much better now, blah blah etcetera
We have that out of the way.
This is my journal, same as always done, but technology removes the waste. Original process, write, finish book, read, burn. No different, but this time I can delete as I go, add shit wherever I want whenever I want, make it look like I want, stick a photo of my cock in there if I care to. I haven’t yet, but be warned, it’s not beyond the scope. It’s the ideal journal.
The best part however is that I put it on the net, therefore I have no secrets, my life is pure freedom.
That’s what this site is, my ode to myself, the ode to the pursuit of happiness, of freedom, of living a peaceful content life.
I know my peaceful content life so now I get to choose it, it is nothing what I thought it would be. It is the best part, all of what I wanted once upon a time is rubbish; socialising, conditioning, what you needed me to be to sit comfortable in a room by my side.
Your side means nothing to me, your side currently is full of the trash I have already taken out. So, when you think to tell me this is not how you think I should talk to people and I turn around, look you right into the eye, into the depths of your soul, and tell you with a beautiful smile on my face ‘fuck off, Ignorant cunt’, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.
This is how to live your life your own way completely, it is pure freedom, it is void of materialism. This is the story of the best life this world has ever know, and the bestness is only just getting started.
A best life comes with knowing the best life, it comes with a fight, the fight of all fights.
The best life comes with wanting the best life for others too.
May my journal, my story, be a reflection of that fight, of my desire for peace and harmony in my world. Every story is true, word to word conversation mostly unless I choose to shorten them for the story which I need to. All names, events, activities, locations and all the other rubbish are real. Nothing at all has been rehearsed or embellished except if I tell you it was.
My fighting is now done, I was holding out for a last hope of a military pension to bring ongoing security to my life, but I don’t need it, I have it. My security is being Frederick Coenraad Nortje and nothing and nobody else, I do what I want when I want, and if I don’t want to do it any more I won’t, including breathing.
Freedom is understnading choices, living your best life is knowing your choices. It is knowing every detail about you is a choice, yes homosexuals you too and your sexuality, same as mine being my choice. I know my life is my choice, I can choose to breathe or not, when I have this choice, this necessity to argue and bitch and moan about everything, what existence is, kill my brothers and sisters who don’t believe in God my way, I realise all of this jumbled sentence, all the examples, are my choice too. Life and death is my choice, therefore everything else is too.
Fuck off ignorant cunt arguing this. You are a stain on my world, all people’s worlds.
So my journal is about getting rid of the shit and stains, and transforming them into something new, something different, something a long fucking way from white gowns, dumbfuck poses and giving morons money for the promise of eternal salvation.
Ultimately, the alternative name to Groundskeeper for my journal is how not to be a dumb cunt for the dumbest of all dumb cunts, Australians. Figured the first was a bit easier, KISS, Australians and all.
I use YouTube a little bit, little bit, just when i have something to say. I don’t want to do this again, stick my head in front of a camera but I will, should I require it. The other night I required it, had some shit to vent off on a 450 ug, microgram, LSD trip, yeah balls, this is absolutely BALLS territory. Hadn’t touched LSD for a while either, made for a beauty of a night, and a YouTube video!
Was testing a new batch of medicine, was necessary, it is what a good medicine provider does.
So, I’ll do this occasionally, vent a little on YouTube but that’s it, then likely delete them a couple of days later. I’ll make it easy for you to find if you are so inclined, every episode will be an ode to the original episode which I title Australia – The World’s Limpdick Capital.
So, while I am not expecting fame and fortune, or anything at all, I’m having a lot of fun without the expectation. So should you be so inclined to try and find one of these videos I will start each one Limpdick -.
Haha.
So, literally, anybody who has an interest, were someone to look into their search history it’ll all be about limp dicks!
Yeah buddies, this is my game, my way.
Hope you enjoy the read, loves and kisses Fred.