John McAfee · archived post

@JeffPD78 Good

On this sacred, non-party night, discipline faded - so rapidly- so complete, that I lost hope of retrieval. With a heavy heart, a sad demeanor and a sense of loss so complete, that I knew, in some strange way of knowing, that things would never be the same. I joined the dancing. https://t.co/OmqVUL0fmO

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@lewhunt1 Kommodore. Marley.

@1earth1people God bless you my friend. No 73 year old has had a greater compliment.

@BlindJustice187 Thank you. I have always enjoyed your observations.

@zatoitchiban There's only us. There's only now. There's only love. Love can only dance. How else are we to endure a bear market?

@BlindJustice187 It's my job. I take my job seriously.

@1earth1people @theemrsmcafee Not sure I deserve the latter.

@AltLoading Not much anymore. My life is a four dimensional chess game that fills my every second.

@CryptOre0 Earlier

@Tzezcozhik :)

@Gregminor7 :)

@BonerWizard To whom. And for what? Please God don't pray for more money for me. Or women. If you want to pray that my pee stream returns to a respectable flow, that would be nice.

@MAD4TRUECHANGE Maybe I'm not shit-faced drunk. Prose is self-apparent. Drunk is an inference colored by too many brushes to count. Makes questions of good/bad, positive/negative, achievement/failure impossible to answer. Take em. Leave em.