Landon Porter

Yay, my hibernation is coming… The future holds promise for me and all I need to manifest it is psychological hibernation. Winter time, the first quarter of my personal new year. The planning period, daily life is on auto pilot, few things to do outside of the winter festivities.

The time when I revisit the canvass and wipe it clean, get out fresh new paints and rewrite my life. The near future, 2-4 more under the thumb, just enough to rebuild a platform to stand firmly on, structure new ideas and formulas to refill my coffers.

I have never done anything illegal, just bad choices, misdealing’s with the wrong people. Life sucks, get a helmet.

I had a friend once, his name was seth, he was like a brother… only he wasn’t.

I had a girl once, she was like my wife… only she wasn’t.

I had a man once, he was like a father… only he wasn’t.

I had a woman once, she was like a mother… only part of the time.

I had a guide once, he was like the unnameable… he is still with me.

I shall have what I shall have, you can take my time but you may not keep it.