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Saint Dirty Face

Tag: #FuckAroundFindOut

  • 🐺 Pisces & The Wolf (The Wounded Sentinel Edition)

    Robert

    People act like Pisces is some soft dreamer floating around like they’re made of incense smoke and love songs.

    Cute. Adorable. Precious.

    Let me tell you something:

    A Pisces who has lived — really lived — is a whole different creature.

    A Pisces is a wolf that learned to walk upright.

    Yeah, we feel everything.

    We don’t get to numb out like the rest of the world.

    We feel the room change before anyone speaks.

    We know when someone’s lying even when their lips haven’t moved yet.

    And we’ve buried enough ghosts to run our own cemetery.

    But we’re still here.

    That’s the wolf part.

    The wolf moves quiet.

    Doesn’t need applause.

    Doesn’t need a crowd.

    Pack when it’s good.

    Alone when it has to be.

    And God help anything that thinks “alone” means “weak.”

    Pisces and wolves both walk that line between:

    Healer and Hell-raiser Gentle and lethal Love and warfare

    We don’t go looking for trouble.

    But trouble?

    Trouble loves to leave its address with us.

    And when the wolf wakes up…

    we don’t bark.

    We bite.

    Not to destroy.

    But to protect the peace we damn near died to earn.

    See, healing isn’t about becoming harmless.

    Healing is learning exactly when to use your teeth.

    We’re not just dreamers.

    We’re survivors with halos cracked from impact.

    We’re quiet until the moment silence is no longer mercy.

    We’ve cried oceans.

    We’ve walked out of fires with smoke still in our lungs.

    We’ve carried people we loved on our backs while bleeding through our own shirts.

    But here’s the secret:

    We’re still tender.

    We still love like it’s our religion.

    We still believe in things most people gave up on.

    We just learned to guard it.

    So if you see a Pisces smiling, calm, unbothered, mind your tone.

    That peace did not come cheap.

    We didn’t become the wolf to be feared.

    We became the wolf

    so we would never be devoured again.

    Stay Dirty. Stay Wolf. Stay Human.

    🐺✨

    — Saint Dirty Face

  • One for the Ages… Literally.

    Robert

    Look, every generation gets slapped with labels like they’re cattle at an auction.

    Gen Z = soft, phone-zombies. Millennials = needy, praise-hungry. Gen X (that’s us, my battle-scarred brethren) = emotionally unavailable, checked out. Boomers = can’t find the WiFi button, but can find a 20-minute story about it.

    Truth? Those “misunderstandings” aren’t totally wrong—they’re just the PG-13 trailer version. The R-rated director’s cut looks more like this:

    Gen Z will quit your job before the ink dries on their badge, but they’ll build an empire in emojis while you’re still looking for the stapler. Millennials act like they want hugs, but what they really want is purpose—and a decent Wi-Fi signal. Gen X? Oh, we don’t talk in meetings? That’s because we’re too busy plotting revenge in silence. Rage on simmer. We invented “fuck around and find out” before it was neon-lit on TikTok. Boomers still prefer phone calls, but let’s be real—they’re the ones who’ll fight to the death over expired coupons and still walk out with respect.

    The Dark Truth

    That second meme nailed it: “Never pick a fight with anyone over 50. They’re full of rage and sick of everyone’s shit.”

    Yeah. That’s us now. We’ve been holding the line through every fad, every “must-have app,” every HR-mandated “team-building exercise.” We’ve buried friends, careers, marriages, and more patience than most people will ever have.

    So when you push? Don’t expect “the bigger person.” Expect the one who’s done taking crap, armed with a lifetime of receipts, and just enough arthritis to swing a punch slower but harder.

    The Moral of the Story

    Generations aren’t enemies. They’re just different battlefields:

    Z fights with speed. Millennials fight with feels. Boomers fight with tradition. Gen X fights with the quiet, seething knowledge that we already survived disco, dial-up, and New Coke.

    And we’re still here.

    ✊🏻 Stay Dirty, Stay Rebellious™

    – Saint Dirty Face™