Relaxation of Rain



I love the sound of rain.

I love laying in bed, listening to the sound of rain.

I love laying in bed, naked, listening to the sound or rain.

I love laying in bed, naked, with my naked wife, listening to the sound of rain.


Haven’t heard the sump pump go off.

Shit, basement must be flooding.

Naked, in ankle deep water, in my basement hating the fucking sound of rain.

Of course, the last three lines are ALL IN MY HEAD! Proof yet again, that Hell is Between the ears and even the most relaxing moment can be fucked up by a little thought, a haunt from the past, a life lesson learned.

Healing: It Ain’t for Wimps


So my latest book is now available via Amazon and for Kindle ready devices.

Here’s the skinny on the book:

Healing WimpsBob Zima, Frequent Flyer to Hell and Back, shares with you, the awesome power of making the bold and brave decision to get your head out of your ass and your ass off of the couch to start healing from the fit hits the shan moments of your life. When the world kicks you in the balls and leaves you for dead on the highway to hell, its easy to give-up and choose to not heal. Welcome to a life full of pain and regret. Or heal. Get your head out of your ass and ass off of the couch and get busy living again. The choice is up to you!

A reviewed called it: Dynamic, Compelling, Transformative, Transparent

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Back to Writing


So, I have come to the conclusion that I need to be writing.

Every fucking day.

I know. Boundaries my man, boundaries.

Yet, I love to write. I love to speak. I love to create media program.

I love when imagination WORKS for me. Instead of imagining the worse that life can deal up I love when my imagination, together with my memory, create worlds of possibilities and adventure and fun. A the freedom to dream.

What I don’t like, well actually I do love being busy….I guess if I stop to think about it….I don’t like being busy with bullshit things. And who does? Nobody.

We all want to engage in productive activities. Thinks that make us happy and feel alive.

So, I am committing to write. And write about what ever the hell is on my mind and dancing in my soul. Writer about things that matter to me and maybe someone else. Write about the twisted tales of my roller coaster life and more.

It is simply time to get back to allowing my imagination, my innovation and my inspiration to once again be the key elements of daily life.

Sure beats despair and doom and gloom.

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Blissful Cognitive Ingornance


Holy shit there is NOTHING, and I mean, NOTHING, more blissful that cognitive ignorance. Not knowing is so much better than knowing




When you have NO IDEA that bad shit can happen….

When you have blind faith and believe in a perception and notion that fills your drive-in theater (aka your mind) with happy happy dance numbers….

You have it all my friends. You have it all.


Then life happens.

Shit happens.

Pain happens.

Panic happens.

Knowledge and reality break though and fuck up our worlds.

You have to grow-up, be an adult and learn to integrate in the reality with the dream world. You have to reconcile what you thought and believed with what you know. What you learned. What you experienced.

The virginity of blissfulness is broken, smashed, ruined.

And that can just SUCK!