I have been having some trouble with my posts recently. There hasn't been that many! I write every night before bedtime but am dissatisfied. Seems the same o, same o. The last several weeks have been most unusual. Normally, I'd come home with many subjects on my mind, just waiting to sit down at the computer. My way of clearing the air. The pent up frustrations have always been part of me, my whole life. I for the most part have quit reading the newspaper, avoid all news, seems they only fuel the flames adding stress to things I can do nothing about. I also have not been listening to my favorite over night radio show, Coast to Coast. Could it be that without all this tension producing pollution, I may be going through a change?
After going through the illness of a couple weeks back, I somehow feel different. I'm in a most pleasing mind altering mood. Seems my mind has quieted down, the inner turmoil, anger, frustrations, lack of patience, displeasure of people has changed for the good, yet I don't know how to be me! I have had these emotions for so long they became me, therefore controlling who I am. It's a most unusual period, right now!
I wish to explain this feeling. I can only equate it with my younger days of drinking a few beers and being relax. An at ease type mood, rather than my blood pressure being elevated like it use to at all the retarded infractions life threw at me, a veil is blocking what I'm witnessing, stopping the penetration of negativity that used to make me go ballistic. Most interesting emotions, like a drunken stupor has replaced my anger, not completely mind ya, but giving me a peacefulness if only temporarily.
Its been a few weeks and I like it!!! Another major part of this true story is, I have not taken any pain pills in almost three weeks. I know, truly amazing to say the least! Whatever the reason I wish to keep it! Certainly doesn't make any sense to me. Its as though my mind has spoken to the rest of my body and said "take care of what you can do and don't worry about the rest!" Wow, beautifully simple words of wisdom I've read a thousand times... Do you reckon I've finally got it" I hope so! Baggage created in childhood and all baggage stored since will break Glen's back and mind, don't need no more of that shit!
My wish is that it continues and becomes the new me. Something has changed deep inside and I wish for more of it!!!!
I FELT THE NEED TO EXPLAIN AND HOPE IT IS THE BEGINNING OF A NEW MIND SET TOWARDS LIVING MY LIFE. IT WILL BE INTERESTING TO SEE WHERE MY WRITING GOES FROM HERE. I'LL CERTAINLY BE WRITING, RIGHT NOW I'M IN AN IN BETWEEN PERIOD.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
SPIRIT
I... I... I... I... I!!! HOW YOU DOING? I have several uncompleted meandering, rambling madness I could work on, but I like writing whatever be on my mind when I sit down. Fall is becoming... well... FALL! Cool windy, rainy.
Don't follow much sports anymore. Tony Stewart in Nascar, because he grew up in my hometown, and I have followed him since he drove go-karts at the local fairgrounds. I have been a Colts fan in Footall since the Johnny Unitas era. I follow Peyton Manning now at Denver. They don't make them like that. He has done a lot of work for the Children's Hospital in Indianapolis, I just like the guy!!! He seems to be a one of a kind, always giving his all, therefore elevates everyone around him. That's something special. Any way enough for sports I simply do not follow much anymore. I have new hobbies.
Spent a lot of time this weekend working on an old truck I simply like. It reminds me of me! It's a 93 Ford Ranger. A plain Jane as they call them. Black, four cylinder, five speed, no power nothing, with air-conditioning. The air is still ice cold and the heater is the best I've ever had. Runs good with some minor cosmetic damage from use and some aches and pains like ME! This truck and a 76 Olds Cutlass is probably the best vehicles I've ever had. They're like the Energizer Bunny! What makes them special is you can always count on them. Wow like good friends, special!
I need a new radiator on the Van I drive. I use to do a lot of work on my own vehicles. They were relatively simple and straight forward. My first car was a 53 Buick. I paid cash for it $35.00 from money saved from my paper route. This was 1967, Buick's certainly weren't the cool cars of that era. I called it The Tank. Cars were made like tank's back then and this car had a bumper that took up the whole front end. If that car was to hit these small cars of today very hard these collapseable accordion frameless front wheel drive would most certainly be totaled! The Tank may have a headache, complain a mite shake its grille a few times and drive away!
I'M JUST HAVING FUN ON THIS COLD MONDAY MORNING AT 6AM, HOPE YOU DON'T MIND! I DON'T FEEL LIKE TACKLING ANY SORES OF THE WORLD. THESE SORES NEVER HEAL DO THEY?
The storm on the East Coast seems to be a doosie, don't it? The anticipation of problems is off the scale at this time it seems. Certainly hope the worst doesn't happen!
Politics, well, I wish Politicians would take all their hot air and blow the storm out farther into the Atlantic!
One other thought on """THE ELECTION""" The amount of $$$$$'s squandered on """THE ELECTION""" going to the Mass Media to make the rich "RICHER", could... Could... I say, COULD, be better spent helping the average person after the disaster about to happen!!!
I know... I KNOW... I'm a """dreamer!""" PLEASE forgive an old man for thinking of "WE THE PEOPLE!" I'm TERRIBLY SORRY! Sense was blown away, many storms ago! I question at my old age did... I say DID... WE as meaning "The Governing Body, or should I say "BODIES," ever... I say EVER, have any? I be just an old man a thinkin, don't pay that man on the other end of this boog-a lou of wired and non wired media, any mind!!!
I still feel good, relaxed, care free, minds as clear as ever. You know I been a thinkin again! I know scary, but its Halloween time, monsters lurking everywhere. They're not afraid to come out in the daylight anymore. Makes it better for me, I don't get as scared at the Convenience Store and them all night Big Box Stores.
I been thinkin, maybe I've had a Head Congestion Virus from the deepest depths of Hell-dumb, all. I say All me life AND.. I have been slowly releasing that pent up Congestive Virus's of Virus's since I started Glen View! YA RECKON? If SO... I wish for more post, more guidance, more feedback, BECAUSE one of these days... I say One of these days... when I learn to type and REALLY KNOWSA what the hell I be a talkin about!
MAYBE THE BIG SPIRIT OF ALL SPIRITS IN THE SKY CAN... I SAY.. CAN NUDGE ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION, AFTER ALL "AIN'T" HE """"THE REAL SPIRIT?"""
Don't follow much sports anymore. Tony Stewart in Nascar, because he grew up in my hometown, and I have followed him since he drove go-karts at the local fairgrounds. I have been a Colts fan in Footall since the Johnny Unitas era. I follow Peyton Manning now at Denver. They don't make them like that. He has done a lot of work for the Children's Hospital in Indianapolis, I just like the guy!!! He seems to be a one of a kind, always giving his all, therefore elevates everyone around him. That's something special. Any way enough for sports I simply do not follow much anymore. I have new hobbies.
Spent a lot of time this weekend working on an old truck I simply like. It reminds me of me! It's a 93 Ford Ranger. A plain Jane as they call them. Black, four cylinder, five speed, no power nothing, with air-conditioning. The air is still ice cold and the heater is the best I've ever had. Runs good with some minor cosmetic damage from use and some aches and pains like ME! This truck and a 76 Olds Cutlass is probably the best vehicles I've ever had. They're like the Energizer Bunny! What makes them special is you can always count on them. Wow like good friends, special!
I need a new radiator on the Van I drive. I use to do a lot of work on my own vehicles. They were relatively simple and straight forward. My first car was a 53 Buick. I paid cash for it $35.00 from money saved from my paper route. This was 1967, Buick's certainly weren't the cool cars of that era. I called it The Tank. Cars were made like tank's back then and this car had a bumper that took up the whole front end. If that car was to hit these small cars of today very hard these collapseable accordion frameless front wheel drive would most certainly be totaled! The Tank may have a headache, complain a mite shake its grille a few times and drive away!
I'M JUST HAVING FUN ON THIS COLD MONDAY MORNING AT 6AM, HOPE YOU DON'T MIND! I DON'T FEEL LIKE TACKLING ANY SORES OF THE WORLD. THESE SORES NEVER HEAL DO THEY?
The storm on the East Coast seems to be a doosie, don't it? The anticipation of problems is off the scale at this time it seems. Certainly hope the worst doesn't happen!
Politics, well, I wish Politicians would take all their hot air and blow the storm out farther into the Atlantic!
One other thought on """THE ELECTION""" The amount of $$$$$'s squandered on """THE ELECTION""" going to the Mass Media to make the rich "RICHER", could... Could... I say, COULD, be better spent helping the average person after the disaster about to happen!!!
I know... I KNOW... I'm a """dreamer!""" PLEASE forgive an old man for thinking of "WE THE PEOPLE!" I'm TERRIBLY SORRY! Sense was blown away, many storms ago! I question at my old age did... I say DID... WE as meaning "The Governing Body, or should I say "BODIES," ever... I say EVER, have any? I be just an old man a thinkin, don't pay that man on the other end of this boog-a lou of wired and non wired media, any mind!!!
I still feel good, relaxed, care free, minds as clear as ever. You know I been a thinkin again! I know scary, but its Halloween time, monsters lurking everywhere. They're not afraid to come out in the daylight anymore. Makes it better for me, I don't get as scared at the Convenience Store and them all night Big Box Stores.
I been thinkin, maybe I've had a Head Congestion Virus from the deepest depths of Hell-dumb, all. I say All me life AND.. I have been slowly releasing that pent up Congestive Virus's of Virus's since I started Glen View! YA RECKON? If SO... I wish for more post, more guidance, more feedback, BECAUSE one of these days... I say One of these days... when I learn to type and REALLY KNOWSA what the hell I be a talkin about!
MAYBE THE BIG SPIRIT OF ALL SPIRITS IN THE SKY CAN... I SAY.. CAN NUDGE ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION, AFTER ALL "AIN'T" HE """"THE REAL SPIRIT?"""
Sunday, October 28, 2012
"COMFORT"
My stupor continues! Yep this old boy been baptized! I feel... I say I feel... I FEEEL GOOD TODAY! Brothers and Sisters... somethun has come over me! I have been sent to purgatory and cast out! My mind be clearer than all the bells chiming in perfect harmony from all of the churches across this world ringing on the twelfth hour!!! How can this be? I DO NOT KNOW! I sure ainna gonna dilly-dally and try to figure it out! I'm gonna go with the flow! What if I've hit upon the perfect ingredients, taken at the exact proportions to stimulate good mood altering effects? I don't question the side effects! I'll take them! The effects of a couple weeks ago are still vividly livid in my body, mind and soul! I was knocking on me casket lid! Yes... I was! YOU THINK I BE OVERKILLING, MY CONDITION! That be yer right to think that way! I be an old man with afflictions of which I live with on a daily basis! Taint no problem I wear them as badges of honor! Sheesh, I ain't even mentioned my mental afflictions, too many... I say "TOO MANY" to list! Some I was born with and some I picked up, like a magnet to metal! MOST! YEP! MOST come from working for a living, being around people from A to Z! ASSHOLES TO ZOMBIES! If I dare! IF I DARE to go to the Doctor, I see sick, I say SICK people!!! When I see sick people I get sickerrr! I get germaphobic! By the time I get out of the Doctor's office, I feel like I need to go to the hospital!!! Have you been a patient in the hospital? I am definitely... NOT PATIENT! My patience was used up 20 lifetimes ago!
If ya ain't almost dead when you go to the hospital, you have a good chance of never leaving! You know how many GERMS are in a hospital? More than the national deficit! They be a waiting on some poor sucker like me... to come through them shiny gates, with the antiseptic clean, Clorox smell! Shit... them modern germs, beat through that Clorox 40 years ago!
Unless ye be dead and waiting for the Mortuary wagon, ye best have plenty o patience. If yer so sick you have to be a patient at the hospital, close your eyes, tune out your hearing, don't do no thinkin! Ask for the knock me out plan!
I continue to be ever so mellow at work and home. "What's the deal?" I ask myself. Could it be? That finally I've learned patience? Nah! It has to be something else! Somehow... for some reason... I feel at peace! I do not say that lightly, mind ya!!!
The normal day to day difficulties, such as work shit, does not affect me! Have I grown up? Have I FINALLY learned... to not "give a rat's ass?? interesting quandary to say the least! I'll take it gladly and hope for more! I want this to continue... till the end of my time!
WE CANNOT CONTROL THE EVERY DAY POLLUTION THAT RAISE OUR BLOOD PRESSURE OR FLAT JUST GNAWS AWAY AT US!
WE CAN CONTROL HOW IT AFFECTS US! I HAVE HEARD THOSE SIMPLE WORDS OF WISDOM ALL MY LIFE!
MY REASONING TO SUCH SIMPLE LOGIC, "I NEED A SEDATIVE TO CALM ME DOWN INTERNALLY SO PROBLEMS SLIDE AWAY, LIKE WATER OFF A DUCK, OR QUIT GIVING A FUCK!"
WELL I DO NOT KNOW WHAT HAS TRANSPIRED TO MAKE ME HAVE THE INNER COMFORT I KNOW HAVE. I TRULY DO KNOW, I HAVE SEARCHED A LIFETIME TO FIND IT!!! TO LIVE THE REMAINDER OF MY LIFE, BE IT A DAY, A WEEK, A MONTH, A YEAR OR PERHAPS TO THE AVERAGE LIFE EXPECTANCY, WOULD BE A LIFE, I MOST CERTAINLY WOULD LOVE TO CONTINUE LIVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GLEN
If ya ain't almost dead when you go to the hospital, you have a good chance of never leaving! You know how many GERMS are in a hospital? More than the national deficit! They be a waiting on some poor sucker like me... to come through them shiny gates, with the antiseptic clean, Clorox smell! Shit... them modern germs, beat through that Clorox 40 years ago!
Unless ye be dead and waiting for the Mortuary wagon, ye best have plenty o patience. If yer so sick you have to be a patient at the hospital, close your eyes, tune out your hearing, don't do no thinkin! Ask for the knock me out plan!
I continue to be ever so mellow at work and home. "What's the deal?" I ask myself. Could it be? That finally I've learned patience? Nah! It has to be something else! Somehow... for some reason... I feel at peace! I do not say that lightly, mind ya!!!
The normal day to day difficulties, such as work shit, does not affect me! Have I grown up? Have I FINALLY learned... to not "give a rat's ass?? interesting quandary to say the least! I'll take it gladly and hope for more! I want this to continue... till the end of my time!
WE CANNOT CONTROL THE EVERY DAY POLLUTION THAT RAISE OUR BLOOD PRESSURE OR FLAT JUST GNAWS AWAY AT US!
WE CAN CONTROL HOW IT AFFECTS US! I HAVE HEARD THOSE SIMPLE WORDS OF WISDOM ALL MY LIFE!
MY REASONING TO SUCH SIMPLE LOGIC, "I NEED A SEDATIVE TO CALM ME DOWN INTERNALLY SO PROBLEMS SLIDE AWAY, LIKE WATER OFF A DUCK, OR QUIT GIVING A FUCK!"
WELL I DO NOT KNOW WHAT HAS TRANSPIRED TO MAKE ME HAVE THE INNER COMFORT I KNOW HAVE. I TRULY DO KNOW, I HAVE SEARCHED A LIFETIME TO FIND IT!!! TO LIVE THE REMAINDER OF MY LIFE, BE IT A DAY, A WEEK, A MONTH, A YEAR OR PERHAPS TO THE AVERAGE LIFE EXPECTANCY, WOULD BE A LIFE, I MOST CERTAINLY WOULD LOVE TO CONTINUE LIVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GLEN
Thursday, October 25, 2012
DRUNKEN STUPOR!!!
My attitude at work has been deeply curtailed for about a week. I have slowed myself down mentally and physically. I told myself last Wednesday after returning to work, "to slow... down..." I don't need this shit anymore! Meaning, so what if I work half as hard as I used to! I'm too fricking old to work like I once did!
I've always worked to please myself. Meaning, I like to work! Get them endorphins singing, "HI-HO-HI-HO-ITS OFF TO WORK I GO! Well this old body ainna a spring chicken...no moe! This old body be a winter chicken! Winters are for hibernating, a long winters nap! I gonna slow way down, yes I am! Give me a hallelujah on that!!! Done got my evaluation for this year, instead of time to celebrate... Issa gonna hibernate! Let them young spring chickens, do the work for old Grandpa Glen here!!! Let them pick up the slack for a while! WOW-ZA...HALLELUJAH... PRAISE THE LORD ON THAT!!! I've been retooled!!! This last illness has caused me to "see the light!" I stared, directly into that light! Yes-sir, Yes I did! At first, I could not see clearly, from the throbbing headache. I looked down that tunnel as I was going to the light! I paused, looking back up, into the darkness from which I come from! BIG HALLELUJAH!!! I brought... that vacuum of suffering... onto myself... yes I did, and I alone! I must cave, give in, or give out! There's no one to feel my pain, my suffering! Quite frankly they "don't give a rat's ass!!!" ((( THEY BE TOO BUSY TEXTING "JOB OPENING" TO THEIR FRIENDS, IF I CROAK!))) If, and I say IF, I was to slide away into oblivion tomorrow! Whom,,, I say whom,,, would care??? Oh there would be a couple mind ya, that like this old fat fart of a man!!! Them youngsters be gnawing at my job before my body is stiff! Yep, it be the truth and that be mighty sad! It is... ain't it? Hallelujah! I'm testifying to y'all today! I'm turning er loose! I have nothing to lose! BUT!!! I have tomorrow to live for! Them Pied Piper Purple Pickle Eaters, ainna... I say ainna, seen the last of Grandpa Glen Bob View! No way! No how!
The last six days at work, a kind of drunken stupor has taken over me! My mind feels drunk, my body feels a step behind. It be............................like............................... I'm stuck in half-speed............. Somehow, I've been slowed down! My body is working at the speed of what it wishes to! It be in the half-speed gear.
I've always expected more out of myself, than any one else! I cast that devil out! Be gone little demon, go poke at some one else with that little pointee pitchfork!
If these here Bosses of today be satisfied with the quality of help... "they hire," then why the hell do I care! Ain't gonna be a blown heart vein on my heart! Huh-huh!
I'm truly enjoying this drunken stupor of a mood I've been in! I want! I SAY! I WANT! It to continue! If I can stay in this drunken stupor and stay my, I SAY, MY SILLY ASS SELF. Have mercy! Just, I say just think of the stuff, I say STUFF! I might write! ALRIGHT! GLEN
I've always worked to please myself. Meaning, I like to work! Get them endorphins singing, "HI-HO-HI-HO-ITS OFF TO WORK I GO! Well this old body ainna a spring chicken...no moe! This old body be a winter chicken! Winters are for hibernating, a long winters nap! I gonna slow way down, yes I am! Give me a hallelujah on that!!! Done got my evaluation for this year, instead of time to celebrate... Issa gonna hibernate! Let them young spring chickens, do the work for old Grandpa Glen here!!! Let them pick up the slack for a while! WOW-ZA...HALLELUJAH... PRAISE THE LORD ON THAT!!! I've been retooled!!! This last illness has caused me to "see the light!" I stared, directly into that light! Yes-sir, Yes I did! At first, I could not see clearly, from the throbbing headache. I looked down that tunnel as I was going to the light! I paused, looking back up, into the darkness from which I come from! BIG HALLELUJAH!!! I brought... that vacuum of suffering... onto myself... yes I did, and I alone! I must cave, give in, or give out! There's no one to feel my pain, my suffering! Quite frankly they "don't give a rat's ass!!!" ((( THEY BE TOO BUSY TEXTING "JOB OPENING" TO THEIR FRIENDS, IF I CROAK!))) If, and I say IF, I was to slide away into oblivion tomorrow! Whom,,, I say whom,,, would care??? Oh there would be a couple mind ya, that like this old fat fart of a man!!! Them youngsters be gnawing at my job before my body is stiff! Yep, it be the truth and that be mighty sad! It is... ain't it? Hallelujah! I'm testifying to y'all today! I'm turning er loose! I have nothing to lose! BUT!!! I have tomorrow to live for! Them Pied Piper Purple Pickle Eaters, ainna... I say ainna, seen the last of Grandpa Glen Bob View! No way! No how!
The last six days at work, a kind of drunken stupor has taken over me! My mind feels drunk, my body feels a step behind. It be............................like............................... I'm stuck in half-speed............. Somehow, I've been slowed down! My body is working at the speed of what it wishes to! It be in the half-speed gear.
I've always expected more out of myself, than any one else! I cast that devil out! Be gone little demon, go poke at some one else with that little pointee pitchfork!
If these here Bosses of today be satisfied with the quality of help... "they hire," then why the hell do I care! Ain't gonna be a blown heart vein on my heart! Huh-huh!
I'm truly enjoying this drunken stupor of a mood I've been in! I want! I SAY! I WANT! It to continue! If I can stay in this drunken stupor and stay my, I SAY, MY SILLY ASS SELF. Have mercy! Just, I say just think of the stuff, I say STUFF! I might write! ALRIGHT! GLEN
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
HIGGS BOSON "and" HOGG BOTTOMS "particles"!
There are times. Although few, and far between, are thoughts emanating from inside an eternal vortex that swirl inside my mind on a daily basis. I can only imagine, the Nuclear Particle Accelerator in Europe is somewhat similar to my mind as we shoot synapses and nuclear/notclear particles off searching for?
The Higg's Bottom Particle, also known as "The God Particle." Well...I'm no scientist! Education for me has been a life's goal, and if I'm to learn even a fraction of what I wish to know, we'll then I would have to live a thousand, thousand lifetimes!!!
I prefer addressing unknown, unexplainable, phrases and long winded meandering gibberish from laboratory exposed white coated 'Genomes!' I prefer to think of them, smarty pants, scientist, physicist type people, as maybe a small hug able children's stuffed animals, only instead of being full of stuffing stuff, fer squeezing, these 'Genome's' could have brains, and talk so's maybe a 12 to my age could comprehend! Simple man's vocabulary, OH SHIT! Foul, too many syllables vo-cab-u lar-y
(((Oh my God! I've finally went and done it...I've dropped over the edge and sinking in particles I know nothing about!!))) Oh! Oh! I feels right at home here! Pull up a cup o coffee, tea and me! Let's have a go at what lurks beyond them there eyes!!!
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Whoo-wee! I feels like a little story. Imagine me as a 12 year old and I'm gonna tell a story!
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Theories make the world go round. As far as that Higgs Boson Particle! There's this place called Hogg
Bottom's, self explanatory there! Whenever we'd visit Hogg Bottom's there was this smell... everywhere... to and fro, hanging thick in the air... stuck to your skin and clothing. Smell... like non other! I'd hop out of the Chevrolet and holler for o'l Yeller. "Lick me boy lick me good! I got that Hogg's Bottom Particle shit on me!" O'l Yeller lick me real good, only then would my smell return to near normal!
On hot July nights with the wind, just right. I couldn't sleep, I'd lie awake in me bunk bed, the Nickle and Dime store fan doing little good with humidity level of 90%. I slumber out onto the full front porch and sit down dangling my legs out of boredom and discomfort. Before I sat down I remember thinking "be careful how I sat my bony butt, lest I'd get a splinter." Chuckling to myself "don't wish to have to explain to Ma, whilst she was using a sewing needle to remove a splinter, what I was doing on the porch naked for anyhow!" She's give me a what for, meaning she would pound, where she just removed the splinter, and more, for me running around naked as a 12 year old! Many a stories have been told around here at my expense, I be the brunt of the joke, or as Pa would say, "low nakedness!" I suppose when your two years old and don't like clothing, there's something cute and funny there! Who can figure parents any way! After a few swings of my legs I have Yeller's attention, he comes out from beneath his dug in place under the front porch. He has him a hole dug deep fer these dog days of summer. I looked directly at him and as though an understanding comes between us. I swear, he was asking me, "if I wanted his spot under the front porch?" I shake my head, this heat be playing tricks on me! I utter "no, thanks any way, boy!" He was nice enough to offer, he wags his tail a few times in acknowledgement and goes back to his spot! Smart dog, ain't no use both of us losing sleep! My nostrils flare, picking up a trace scent, even with the slightest scent, I knows what it is! Most definitely recognizable!!!! Hogg Bottom's particles, have made it here! Just when I thought a hot summer night could get worse, from lack o sleep! Them frigging, Hogg Bottom particles have accelerated, all the way over here!
Pa and I have discussed, (excuuse me!) I have listened to him tell why this smell is... so.. BADD!!! I listen to him ramble about regulations and such and that's why they place these farms like Hogg Bottom out in the country! Yeah, right, I got it!
I convinced myself early on that it be the stuff you cannot see that has all the power!
I WAS LOOKING AT SOME UNFINISHED POST MOSTLY MEANDERING GIBBERISH WHILE I WAS SICK!
I RAN ACROSS THIS POST AND GOT A REAL KICK OUT OF IT! MAYBE THERE IS SOMETHING TO THIS AUTOMATIC WRITING! ONLY GLEN AINNA GONNA BE SICK TO WRITE! HUH UH! NO WAY! ANY WAY HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!
The Higg's Bottom Particle, also known as "The God Particle." Well...I'm no scientist! Education for me has been a life's goal, and if I'm to learn even a fraction of what I wish to know, we'll then I would have to live a thousand, thousand lifetimes!!!
I prefer addressing unknown, unexplainable, phrases and long winded meandering gibberish from laboratory exposed white coated 'Genomes!' I prefer to think of them, smarty pants, scientist, physicist type people, as maybe a small hug able children's stuffed animals, only instead of being full of stuffing stuff, fer squeezing, these 'Genome's' could have brains, and talk so's maybe a 12 to my age could comprehend! Simple man's vocabulary, OH SHIT! Foul, too many syllables vo-cab-u lar-y
(((Oh my God! I've finally went and done it...I've dropped over the edge and sinking in particles I know nothing about!!))) Oh! Oh! I feels right at home here! Pull up a cup o coffee, tea and me! Let's have a go at what lurks beyond them there eyes!!!
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Whoo-wee! I feels like a little story. Imagine me as a 12 year old and I'm gonna tell a story!
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Theories make the world go round. As far as that Higgs Boson Particle! There's this place called Hogg
Bottom's, self explanatory there! Whenever we'd visit Hogg Bottom's there was this smell... everywhere... to and fro, hanging thick in the air... stuck to your skin and clothing. Smell... like non other! I'd hop out of the Chevrolet and holler for o'l Yeller. "Lick me boy lick me good! I got that Hogg's Bottom Particle shit on me!" O'l Yeller lick me real good, only then would my smell return to near normal!
On hot July nights with the wind, just right. I couldn't sleep, I'd lie awake in me bunk bed, the Nickle and Dime store fan doing little good with humidity level of 90%. I slumber out onto the full front porch and sit down dangling my legs out of boredom and discomfort. Before I sat down I remember thinking "be careful how I sat my bony butt, lest I'd get a splinter." Chuckling to myself "don't wish to have to explain to Ma, whilst she was using a sewing needle to remove a splinter, what I was doing on the porch naked for anyhow!" She's give me a what for, meaning she would pound, where she just removed the splinter, and more, for me running around naked as a 12 year old! Many a stories have been told around here at my expense, I be the brunt of the joke, or as Pa would say, "low nakedness!" I suppose when your two years old and don't like clothing, there's something cute and funny there! Who can figure parents any way! After a few swings of my legs I have Yeller's attention, he comes out from beneath his dug in place under the front porch. He has him a hole dug deep fer these dog days of summer. I looked directly at him and as though an understanding comes between us. I swear, he was asking me, "if I wanted his spot under the front porch?" I shake my head, this heat be playing tricks on me! I utter "no, thanks any way, boy!" He was nice enough to offer, he wags his tail a few times in acknowledgement and goes back to his spot! Smart dog, ain't no use both of us losing sleep! My nostrils flare, picking up a trace scent, even with the slightest scent, I knows what it is! Most definitely recognizable!!!! Hogg Bottom's particles, have made it here! Just when I thought a hot summer night could get worse, from lack o sleep! Them frigging, Hogg Bottom particles have accelerated, all the way over here!
Pa and I have discussed, (excuuse me!) I have listened to him tell why this smell is... so.. BADD!!! I listen to him ramble about regulations and such and that's why they place these farms like Hogg Bottom out in the country! Yeah, right, I got it!
I convinced myself early on that it be the stuff you cannot see that has all the power!
I WAS LOOKING AT SOME UNFINISHED POST MOSTLY MEANDERING GIBBERISH WHILE I WAS SICK!
I RAN ACROSS THIS POST AND GOT A REAL KICK OUT OF IT! MAYBE THERE IS SOMETHING TO THIS AUTOMATIC WRITING! ONLY GLEN AINNA GONNA BE SICK TO WRITE! HUH UH! NO WAY! ANY WAY HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!
Monday, October 22, 2012
I STRIDE INTO THE DARKSIDE.. "MY OPINIONS"
I haven't read the newspaper in two weeks. Have I missed anything? I took a peek at my local newspaper Sunday morning, low and behold what did I see? Politicians, continuing through most of the front section...UWE! I do believe my newspaper habit has been broken off after... well over fifty years! I gave up the evening, morning, noon, damn, the twenty four hour a day NEWS, a few years back!
I ponder upon why, I once felt the need to come home after work, where I would watch the local
evening news, then the nightly world news, while at the same time reading the local newspaper. I reckon I felt the need to be in "THE KNOW!" Know what? DEATH, DESTRUCTION, MAYHEM, CHEATING, SCANDALS, POLITICIANS???? Every little fricking detail that could 'warp' my brain. Who gives a rat's ass about what Hollywood Stars be, fucking who? Who cares what multimillion dollar cry baby athlete want? Who cares what popular singers want in their dressing rooms. I for one don't give one 'kit nor kaboodle' about what these moronic overpaid nincompoop's do!!!
I say "let these tits and ass and muscled, over priced pieces of white and chocolate wrappings, least we not forget these 'Rappers!' I don't even want to know what that's supposed to be about!
Wrestling!!! Jesus Christ God Almighty!!! Steroidal Giants spouting off unintelligible mean spirited vomit about other wrestlers. They parade around in the ring, looking mean, tough, vicious flexing their pects, letting their penies and balls bounce around, a shining example of "imbecilic manhood syndrome!!!"
Ladies does this turn you on, watching neanderthal giants throwing each other around in a ring working up a sweat, spewing garbage out their mouths? (((I think it, to be a redneck male thing! The bottom end sports entertainment racket!)))
I once watched wrestling on TV, then I turned 10, and got over it! IT'S ENTERTAINMENT PURE AND SIMPLE!
What is it, that we find so appealing about scripted trash? REALITY SHOWS, come on!
I cannot view the news on my home page without Kardashians! What in the name of ZEUS, is this all about people?
A young stud, wants to stud it up, in La Vegas (HELLO!!! That's what they do there!) Be Prince or a Pauper and you're a young STUD, what do you want to do!!! Give the young Prince a break!! Personally it tickled the shit, out o me!!! Right on brother!!! Don't let that royal leash keep ya, from what comes natural! Just think what you may be forced to marry.... NEVER MIND!!!
YES MY FRIENDS, I ONCE... WAS AFFLICTED... WITH THAT DREADED BOOB TUBE SYNDROME! I'M HERE TONIGHT, TO TESTIFY TO MY FRIENDS! I NEVER HAD A TV GROWING UP. I WOULD WATCH WRESTLING ON SATURDAY NIGHTS WITH MY GRANDPA, 'R.G. R.' HE WAS A MILD MANNERED TALL LANKY MAN, ONLY HOLLERED SHOWING EMOTIONS, DURING HIS "RASSLING!" I reckoned, there must be somethun to this. Later on as I started growing up, it be a way fer people to release tension through two grown guerrillas smacking each other around!
I would go over to grandma's after school and watch cartoons and the Adventures of Superman. I suppose it all seemed so innocent at first. Later on my family bought a TV. The shows we view, were family shows. It was such a pleasure to watch The Ed Sullivan Show and The World of Disney and such!
Too much of anything ruins! Unfortunately we are saturated from all directions. To watch an animal video I must watch a 15 or 30 second commercial on my computer. Yesterday, I viewed a couple where the videos were about one minute. So if I watch two one minute videos with 30 second commercials for each. You do the math! Nothing is for free and "EVERYTHANG HAS IT'S PRICE!" Yes it does brothers and sisters!!!
TAINT NOTHING, A-WRONG WITH "THIS HERE E-N-T-E-R-T-A-I-N-M-E-N-T!" NO SIR-REE BOYS AND GIRLS! TROUBLE BE... SOME... I SAY... SOME... CANNOT... DISTINGUISH... BETWEEN... THE FUN... ENTERTAINMENT... REALITY... THING-A-MA-BOB 'SHIT!'
YOU THINK OLD GLEN BOB HERE BE A FUNNING, YA DON'T YA??? I TRULY WISH I WERE! WE NEED ENTERTAINING, THAT I KNOW.
A good "family movie" with the family, promotes family togetherness, unity! Old Glen Bob loves this!
SEEMS TO ME EVERYTHING IS CANNED! LIKE CANNED LAUGHTER, YOU KNOW ON TELEVISION SHOWS, THEY PLACE LAUGHS WHERE THEY WANT YOU TO LAUGH BECAUSE THEY THINK YOU'RE TO FUCKING STUPID TO LAUGH AT WHAT THEY, THE PRODUCERS/WRITERS WANT YOU TO LAUGH AT!!!
WE ARE PLAYED, EVERYDAY LIKE THE NUMSKULLS WE ARE! WE ARE PLAYED FROM THE TIME WE OPEN OUR WITTLE EYES IN THE MORNING, UNTIL THE TIME WE DROP DEAD IN BED FROM EXHAUSTION!
WE CANNOT GET AWAY FROM THE DIRTY EVIL TRICKS THAT CONTINUALLY SHRINK OUR BRAINS. WE ARE DRENCHED BY SO MUCH COMMERCIALISM AND MUMBO JUMBO.. """WE DO NOT HAVE OUR OWN MIND!"""
"NOT SO YOU SAY!" I TRULY WISH IT WASN'T!!!
What do we do? We are a programmed heap of unintelligent beings soon to be extinct! The next generation is already here and their about to raise the newest latest version of the ?????
LAUGH AT ME IF YOU WILL. SOME KNOW, WHAT I, AN OLD MAN OUT OF TUNE WITH TODAY, IS TRYING TO SAY! WHEN... AND I SAY WHEN.... FOLKS, THE MARVELOUS MINDS OF THE INSTANTANEOUS GLORIFICATION OF EGOISM THROUGH THE HAND HELD COMMUNICATION DEVICES, REFUSE TO WORK FROM MAN MADE OR NATURAL DISASTERS HAPPENS, WE WILL BE THROWN BACKWARDS INTO THE DARK AGES! THEN WHAT WILL HAPPEN? I SHUDDER TO THINK! THE ONLY SOLACE I CAN FIND IS.. I PROBABLY WON'T BE AROUND!!!
I ponder upon why, I once felt the need to come home after work, where I would watch the local
evening news, then the nightly world news, while at the same time reading the local newspaper. I reckon I felt the need to be in "THE KNOW!" Know what? DEATH, DESTRUCTION, MAYHEM, CHEATING, SCANDALS, POLITICIANS???? Every little fricking detail that could 'warp' my brain. Who gives a rat's ass about what Hollywood Stars be, fucking who? Who cares what multimillion dollar cry baby athlete want? Who cares what popular singers want in their dressing rooms. I for one don't give one 'kit nor kaboodle' about what these moronic overpaid nincompoop's do!!!
I say "let these tits and ass and muscled, over priced pieces of white and chocolate wrappings, least we not forget these 'Rappers!' I don't even want to know what that's supposed to be about!
Wrestling!!! Jesus Christ God Almighty!!! Steroidal Giants spouting off unintelligible mean spirited vomit about other wrestlers. They parade around in the ring, looking mean, tough, vicious flexing their pects, letting their penies and balls bounce around, a shining example of "imbecilic manhood syndrome!!!"
Ladies does this turn you on, watching neanderthal giants throwing each other around in a ring working up a sweat, spewing garbage out their mouths? (((I think it, to be a redneck male thing! The bottom end sports entertainment racket!)))
I once watched wrestling on TV, then I turned 10, and got over it! IT'S ENTERTAINMENT PURE AND SIMPLE!
What is it, that we find so appealing about scripted trash? REALITY SHOWS, come on!
I cannot view the news on my home page without Kardashians! What in the name of ZEUS, is this all about people?
A young stud, wants to stud it up, in La Vegas (HELLO!!! That's what they do there!) Be Prince or a Pauper and you're a young STUD, what do you want to do!!! Give the young Prince a break!! Personally it tickled the shit, out o me!!! Right on brother!!! Don't let that royal leash keep ya, from what comes natural! Just think what you may be forced to marry.... NEVER MIND!!!
YES MY FRIENDS, I ONCE... WAS AFFLICTED... WITH THAT DREADED BOOB TUBE SYNDROME! I'M HERE TONIGHT, TO TESTIFY TO MY FRIENDS! I NEVER HAD A TV GROWING UP. I WOULD WATCH WRESTLING ON SATURDAY NIGHTS WITH MY GRANDPA, 'R.G. R.' HE WAS A MILD MANNERED TALL LANKY MAN, ONLY HOLLERED SHOWING EMOTIONS, DURING HIS "RASSLING!" I reckoned, there must be somethun to this. Later on as I started growing up, it be a way fer people to release tension through two grown guerrillas smacking each other around!
I would go over to grandma's after school and watch cartoons and the Adventures of Superman. I suppose it all seemed so innocent at first. Later on my family bought a TV. The shows we view, were family shows. It was such a pleasure to watch The Ed Sullivan Show and The World of Disney and such!
Too much of anything ruins! Unfortunately we are saturated from all directions. To watch an animal video I must watch a 15 or 30 second commercial on my computer. Yesterday, I viewed a couple where the videos were about one minute. So if I watch two one minute videos with 30 second commercials for each. You do the math! Nothing is for free and "EVERYTHANG HAS IT'S PRICE!" Yes it does brothers and sisters!!!
TAINT NOTHING, A-WRONG WITH "THIS HERE E-N-T-E-R-T-A-I-N-M-E-N-T!" NO SIR-REE BOYS AND GIRLS! TROUBLE BE... SOME... I SAY... SOME... CANNOT... DISTINGUISH... BETWEEN... THE FUN... ENTERTAINMENT... REALITY... THING-A-MA-BOB 'SHIT!'
YOU THINK OLD GLEN BOB HERE BE A FUNNING, YA DON'T YA??? I TRULY WISH I WERE! WE NEED ENTERTAINING, THAT I KNOW.
A good "family movie" with the family, promotes family togetherness, unity! Old Glen Bob loves this!
SEEMS TO ME EVERYTHING IS CANNED! LIKE CANNED LAUGHTER, YOU KNOW ON TELEVISION SHOWS, THEY PLACE LAUGHS WHERE THEY WANT YOU TO LAUGH BECAUSE THEY THINK YOU'RE TO FUCKING STUPID TO LAUGH AT WHAT THEY, THE PRODUCERS/WRITERS WANT YOU TO LAUGH AT!!!
WE ARE PLAYED, EVERYDAY LIKE THE NUMSKULLS WE ARE! WE ARE PLAYED FROM THE TIME WE OPEN OUR WITTLE EYES IN THE MORNING, UNTIL THE TIME WE DROP DEAD IN BED FROM EXHAUSTION!
WE CANNOT GET AWAY FROM THE DIRTY EVIL TRICKS THAT CONTINUALLY SHRINK OUR BRAINS. WE ARE DRENCHED BY SO MUCH COMMERCIALISM AND MUMBO JUMBO.. """WE DO NOT HAVE OUR OWN MIND!"""
"NOT SO YOU SAY!" I TRULY WISH IT WASN'T!!!
What do we do? We are a programmed heap of unintelligent beings soon to be extinct! The next generation is already here and their about to raise the newest latest version of the ?????
LAUGH AT ME IF YOU WILL. SOME KNOW, WHAT I, AN OLD MAN OUT OF TUNE WITH TODAY, IS TRYING TO SAY! WHEN... AND I SAY WHEN.... FOLKS, THE MARVELOUS MINDS OF THE INSTANTANEOUS GLORIFICATION OF EGOISM THROUGH THE HAND HELD COMMUNICATION DEVICES, REFUSE TO WORK FROM MAN MADE OR NATURAL DISASTERS HAPPENS, WE WILL BE THROWN BACKWARDS INTO THE DARK AGES! THEN WHAT WILL HAPPEN? I SHUDDER TO THINK! THE ONLY SOLACE I CAN FIND IS.. I PROBABLY WON'T BE AROUND!!!
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Last Thoughts of the DAY!
I have many post I could finish, BUT I like writing and posting instantly, what lies at the surface, ready to jump out! Scary... I know! I truly wish I could give a good sample of the many synapses short circuiting firing off unintelligible jolts of thoughts in nano seconds.
At first, I was tip toeing thru the tulips, ya see! NO! I reckon ya don't see! So.. fun time begins! How so? Thanks fer asking? "Those of y'all out there, that be friends.. in Glenology, have mistakenly found Glen View and been returning, know by now, I like to stretch the boundaries of English, that MAY be putting it MILDLY! I am hard hearing fer sure! No problemo fer me, though at this point in my soon to be deceased years! I have always heard words, DIFFERENTLY!!! It's important that ya remember that, fer... it be a.. BIG POINT! I best get to my main point before I ferget it! It's true "if you don't use it you lose it!" I love "let me make this p-e-r-f-e-c-t-l-y (((( CLEAR )))"
ARE YOU STILL THERE? When I get this old locomotive chugging away, heat builds in the boiler, I loove to turn er loose. If? I get in, what I call "The Glen Zone," I don't... let me emphasis this... "I DO NOT" want to go back and check! No way Jose!!! I actually start writing the words, as my mind, and hearing """think they are!""" (PLEASE REREAD PREVIOUS SENTENCE, YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER... GLEN ZONE!) I have a heap o fun at my expense, but find some of the words, or variations FUN, and actually gives, as accurate, an insight, into my world, that I can give... at this 'time!' See, I'm continually improving in my, typing/brain/communication network functioning sil-ly-lite!
OKAY... all of us KNOW.. how fricking hard... c-o-m-m-u-n-i-c-a-t-i-o-n of ANY KIND.. can be!!!!!!
(Please high-five the computer screen for me... please humor me, ok! ) (((DO IT!!!)))
As my communication problem IMPROVES! Opposite of the battle fought most recently over me brain from them dastardly, weaselish, GERMS! 'sEt BaCkS' most ASSUREDLY will occur! (JUST ME MESSING WITH YOUR BRAIN!)
So know I wish to be like the story we all read as a child about 'The Little Train That Could!' Meaning keep on chugging, pulling, trying as hard as you can, OR in my case hope that some day my fingers can match the insanity of my mind!!! Oh my! Dear Aunt Bea! I hope that's what I meant to say!
But seriously folks! (I ainna... gotta... one SERIOUS hair on my chinny chin chin bout KNOW!!!)
There has been some serious moments of DEEP reflections in the last few weeks, AND that's just the times I looked in the mirror and said "OH SHIT!!!!"
I started off to say somethun, I think, OR maybe not! I like to have fun with my writing!
I'M A WORKS IN PROCESS BABY, AND AIN'T NEVER GONNA BE COMPLETED!! goodnight
At first, I was tip toeing thru the tulips, ya see! NO! I reckon ya don't see! So.. fun time begins! How so? Thanks fer asking? "Those of y'all out there, that be friends.. in Glenology, have mistakenly found Glen View and been returning, know by now, I like to stretch the boundaries of English, that MAY be putting it MILDLY! I am hard hearing fer sure! No problemo fer me, though at this point in my soon to be deceased years! I have always heard words, DIFFERENTLY!!! It's important that ya remember that, fer... it be a.. BIG POINT! I best get to my main point before I ferget it! It's true "if you don't use it you lose it!" I love "let me make this p-e-r-f-e-c-t-l-y (((( CLEAR )))"
ARE YOU STILL THERE? When I get this old locomotive chugging away, heat builds in the boiler, I loove to turn er loose. If? I get in, what I call "The Glen Zone," I don't... let me emphasis this... "I DO NOT" want to go back and check! No way Jose!!! I actually start writing the words, as my mind, and hearing """think they are!""" (PLEASE REREAD PREVIOUS SENTENCE, YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER... GLEN ZONE!) I have a heap o fun at my expense, but find some of the words, or variations FUN, and actually gives, as accurate, an insight, into my world, that I can give... at this 'time!' See, I'm continually improving in my, typing/brain/communication network functioning sil-ly-lite!
OKAY... all of us KNOW.. how fricking hard... c-o-m-m-u-n-i-c-a-t-i-o-n of ANY KIND.. can be!!!!!!
(Please high-five the computer screen for me... please humor me, ok! ) (((DO IT!!!)))
As my communication problem IMPROVES! Opposite of the battle fought most recently over me brain from them dastardly, weaselish, GERMS! 'sEt BaCkS' most ASSUREDLY will occur! (JUST ME MESSING WITH YOUR BRAIN!)
So know I wish to be like the story we all read as a child about 'The Little Train That Could!' Meaning keep on chugging, pulling, trying as hard as you can, OR in my case hope that some day my fingers can match the insanity of my mind!!! Oh my! Dear Aunt Bea! I hope that's what I meant to say!
But seriously folks! (I ainna... gotta... one SERIOUS hair on my chinny chin chin bout KNOW!!!)
There has been some serious moments of DEEP reflections in the last few weeks, AND that's just the times I looked in the mirror and said "OH SHIT!!!!"
I started off to say somethun, I think, OR maybe not! I like to have fun with my writing!
I'M A WORKS IN PROCESS BABY, AND AIN'T NEVER GONNA BE COMPLETED!! goodnight
Thursday, October 18, 2012
I'LL BE BACK!
Been a mite under the weather for a few weeks now. ( A mite my ass! )
Just wanted to check in with you to say """HELLO, I'LL BE BACK"""!
Even though my physical body has been on life support, my brain activity has come up with a new meditative technique. Restful sleep has went down the 'crapper'! You know toilet! Began about three weeks ago. Glen's dreams.. vanished. Well now, if you have read many of my posts, Glen looves, and always dreams! Yes, I do! AMEN on that! That be my saving grace! Yes it is! WAS! What made Glen's dreams disappear? Don't know! Not rightly sure about that! SOMETHUN has penetrated Glen's lack of defense shields! Uh huh! Should a.. I say "SHOULD A!" SHOULD A, seen it coming! Fall, change o weather, temperatures up and down. I want to ask y'all out there a question tonight.. ""how come.. I say HOW COME...... we are always soo much smarter, after... we fight a, a, war? I 'm humbled tonight as I examine the wreckage of the war zone I've fought day and night battles. PLEASE... take my word for it! This battle was a long and hard fought one! The battle was over Glen's mind! Bunches of them germs, gathered headed for the most sensitive parts of the head. There was cannons going off behind the eyes, smoke venting through the ears. Dare I move, walk, heaven forbid sneeze, cough? No way! If and I say iff , I bent my head over... Fourth of July. It were a gallant attempt at taking over what little of a mind I have left. The smokes a clearing, them invader germs. What can I say sneaky little !@#$%^& ass holes!
Even in the darkest hours, I found if I lie perfectly still not twinkling, nary a toe, nor whisker, then, and only then!!! THEN THE MOTHER LODE OF PEACEFUL, MEDITATIVE, BEAUTIFUL STORIES, COME TO ME! SO HAPPY! SO SAD! WAS I! THESE HEARTWARMING, HEART FILLING STORIES, OF WHICH THERE WAS A PLENTY, SLOWLY, EVER SO SLOWLY BEGAN TO REJUVENATE ME!
Well there be good blows, and there be bad blows, to this here story. The good news is... I didn't die!!!
The bad news is, as BEAUTIFUL as them stories were... there gone! I was excited throughout the drug induced stupor and my new exciting meditative slumber, I could not type, to save them beautiful stories. I'm talking many days here! I vow to recapture, pieces of them, the many stories I wish to tell. I'm a renewed man full of VIGOR! Ya see my dreams, my stories are soo special to me!!! I wake up sometimes in a dream, filled with exhilaration, compassion, contentment, love, happiness......... they linger, renewing me for endless seconds. My wish is, to die peacefully in my sleep, during one of my beautiful moments! Till that time, "I wish to take YOU with me !!! THAT, I NOW KNOW, IS WHY, ONLY NOW, IN MY TWILIGHT YEARS. THE CHALLENGE OF ATTEMPTING THROUGH MY UNEDUCATED, UN-ORCHESTRATED ATTEMPT AT BEING PURELY ME, EXCITES ME. I HAVE NO ONE TO PLEASE OR TO BE, BUT MYSELF. I KNOW, WANT, NOR NEED BOUNDARIES BECAUSE THERE ARE, NO BOUNDARIES, I WISH ONLY, TO BE ME!!!!! THANKS EVER SO MUCH AND GOODNIGHT! Yer friend glen..
Just wanted to check in with you to say """HELLO, I'LL BE BACK"""!
Even though my physical body has been on life support, my brain activity has come up with a new meditative technique. Restful sleep has went down the 'crapper'! You know toilet! Began about three weeks ago. Glen's dreams.. vanished. Well now, if you have read many of my posts, Glen looves, and always dreams! Yes, I do! AMEN on that! That be my saving grace! Yes it is! WAS! What made Glen's dreams disappear? Don't know! Not rightly sure about that! SOMETHUN has penetrated Glen's lack of defense shields! Uh huh! Should a.. I say "SHOULD A!" SHOULD A, seen it coming! Fall, change o weather, temperatures up and down. I want to ask y'all out there a question tonight.. ""how come.. I say HOW COME...... we are always soo much smarter, after... we fight a, a, war? I 'm humbled tonight as I examine the wreckage of the war zone I've fought day and night battles. PLEASE... take my word for it! This battle was a long and hard fought one! The battle was over Glen's mind! Bunches of them germs, gathered headed for the most sensitive parts of the head. There was cannons going off behind the eyes, smoke venting through the ears. Dare I move, walk, heaven forbid sneeze, cough? No way! If and I say iff , I bent my head over... Fourth of July. It were a gallant attempt at taking over what little of a mind I have left. The smokes a clearing, them invader germs. What can I say sneaky little !@#$%^& ass holes!
Even in the darkest hours, I found if I lie perfectly still not twinkling, nary a toe, nor whisker, then, and only then!!! THEN THE MOTHER LODE OF PEACEFUL, MEDITATIVE, BEAUTIFUL STORIES, COME TO ME! SO HAPPY! SO SAD! WAS I! THESE HEARTWARMING, HEART FILLING STORIES, OF WHICH THERE WAS A PLENTY, SLOWLY, EVER SO SLOWLY BEGAN TO REJUVENATE ME!
Well there be good blows, and there be bad blows, to this here story. The good news is... I didn't die!!!
The bad news is, as BEAUTIFUL as them stories were... there gone! I was excited throughout the drug induced stupor and my new exciting meditative slumber, I could not type, to save them beautiful stories. I'm talking many days here! I vow to recapture, pieces of them, the many stories I wish to tell. I'm a renewed man full of VIGOR! Ya see my dreams, my stories are soo special to me!!! I wake up sometimes in a dream, filled with exhilaration, compassion, contentment, love, happiness......... they linger, renewing me for endless seconds. My wish is, to die peacefully in my sleep, during one of my beautiful moments! Till that time, "I wish to take YOU with me !!! THAT, I NOW KNOW, IS WHY, ONLY NOW, IN MY TWILIGHT YEARS. THE CHALLENGE OF ATTEMPTING THROUGH MY UNEDUCATED, UN-ORCHESTRATED ATTEMPT AT BEING PURELY ME, EXCITES ME. I HAVE NO ONE TO PLEASE OR TO BE, BUT MYSELF. I KNOW, WANT, NOR NEED BOUNDARIES BECAUSE THERE ARE, NO BOUNDARIES, I WISH ONLY, TO BE ME!!!!! THANKS EVER SO MUCH AND GOODNIGHT! Yer friend glen..
Thursday, October 11, 2012
WILLPOWER
WILLPOWER, will pow er, strength of will, mind, or determination; self-control...
Yep, I was looking up willpower, but per usual I gander above and below the word I'm looking for, can't do that on the computer! Guess what funny word I found? WILLYNILLY, wil e nil e.. Isn't that a hoot! It means whether one wishes it or not; willing or unwilling. OR in a disordered way; helter-skelter.
I like that word willpower should be someones name, how cool would that be! Well there is a man who drives in The Indy Racing League, (I think that's what it's called!)
Can't you hear the drivers talking ol' Will Power, "he just one another race, man he has the willpower!"
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The thought above was yesterday's thought. I did not get to finish it, I now have something else on my mind! "DIE DAMN YA!!!"
Please allow me to explain. I had a friend who was a smoker, even at the young age of 20, had serious lung problems. He also had a serious drinking problem! He would sometimes hack and cough to get his breath, then his favorite saying was "die damn ya!!!" He did at the age of 55. How he made it that long was only from modern medicines. The last time I saw R. B. was about five years before he died. He had been injected so much steroidal medicine he was huge. Matter of fact I did not recognize him.
I never went to his funeral. Once upon a time I felt obligated to go to funerals! I don't any more! You see my first funeral was at the age of six. Children can't make sense of death and all that, my sister lay in the casket where two days before we were playing, There's absolutely no way I could make sense!
My next funeral was at the age of thirteen, more grown in stature, yet no way in mental understanding. I had just lost the number one father figure in my life, my GRANDPA on my mother's side. (No it was not my father, my father had problems, real problems!!!) My grandpa was a lifetime smoker of the roll your own kind. If I remember right Prince Albert was the brand. Both R. B. and my grandpa had the same cough from those devil cigarettes.
We all must die "damn it!" Simple fact of life! One never thinks upon such a notion when young. Most anyway! Why would you? You view life as growing old thing, which is the way it's suppose to be!
We die one cigarette at a time, one soda at a time, one beer at a time, one cold at a time, one heartbreak at a time. The modern world's killing us off, from foods we purchase at our local supermarkets. The medicines Doctors prescribe are killing us. Contamination coming at us from so many different directions we cannot count, or fathom them!
"DIE DAMN YA DIE!" Perhaps, that should be our new motto to live by!
Many 'learned' scholarly ones tell us... SO... much! Please remember their only men! Not Gods. There was no man filled with more wisdom than my grandpa, more kindness, love of the universe as in his love for gardening. No pure of heart simple man, never born! My friend had many flaws, but he lived life to the fullest, his way!
Men write books, so beautiful, I cry! So funny, I laugh out loud, a belly laugh! I loove when that happens!!!
You can find books to tell you about everything. From how to raise a child to Planet X, called Nibiru!
There is no way to separate the bull from truths! Fact is we as a species have made everything so fucking complicated, we no longer are able to think straight... for ourselves!
"Anything man 'messes' with, he fucks up!" Ain't it the truth? How does the average, man, woman, or child, make up their mind??? I'm waiting for an answer?
You can read thousands of books in a lifetime and will learn through them! Hopefully keeping an open mind, believing those words that feel right, yeah... baby! That's great, that's what books are for! I love when that happens, like the writer, took your thoughts!
But to turn to books as understanding of everything... that's when I have a problem!
We have been given intelligence, to do outstanding things, just, in my lifetime, I have seen AMAZING accomplishments!
I believe, as we 'venture,' into these AMAZING things, some think, it'll save us! Save us from what... ourselves!
We must make everything so fucking complicated!! I believe what we search for. is simplicity in nature, has been driven out, from too much, of too much! Our modern world relies on each other! Think on that! Each other, we can't get along with ones in our own family, or city where we live, let alone like me, where I work!
I'm real tired... have two headaches... one for each head I currently have, as I'm seeing double! I did go to work Tuesday night BAD!!! MISTAKE!!! I was feeling better and intended to work four hours only!!! I worked nine hours and regressed back 'worser' (I know that's not PROPER! ) than where I was! "DIE DAMN YA DIE" YOU KNOW, SAY I RETIRE IN A YEAR OR SO. There be 'bodies' to take my place!
I'm soo fucking tired of using my "willpower"!!! Suck it up! I'M TIRED OF SUCKING IT UP!!!
VERY FEW UNDERSTAND "WILLPOWER, SUCKING IT UP!" I'M GOING TO HIT POST AND LET IT BE!!!
Yep, I was looking up willpower, but per usual I gander above and below the word I'm looking for, can't do that on the computer! Guess what funny word I found? WILLYNILLY, wil e nil e.. Isn't that a hoot! It means whether one wishes it or not; willing or unwilling. OR in a disordered way; helter-skelter.
I like that word willpower should be someones name, how cool would that be! Well there is a man who drives in The Indy Racing League, (I think that's what it's called!)
Can't you hear the drivers talking ol' Will Power, "he just one another race, man he has the willpower!"
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The thought above was yesterday's thought. I did not get to finish it, I now have something else on my mind! "DIE DAMN YA!!!"
Please allow me to explain. I had a friend who was a smoker, even at the young age of 20, had serious lung problems. He also had a serious drinking problem! He would sometimes hack and cough to get his breath, then his favorite saying was "die damn ya!!!" He did at the age of 55. How he made it that long was only from modern medicines. The last time I saw R. B. was about five years before he died. He had been injected so much steroidal medicine he was huge. Matter of fact I did not recognize him.
I never went to his funeral. Once upon a time I felt obligated to go to funerals! I don't any more! You see my first funeral was at the age of six. Children can't make sense of death and all that, my sister lay in the casket where two days before we were playing, There's absolutely no way I could make sense!
My next funeral was at the age of thirteen, more grown in stature, yet no way in mental understanding. I had just lost the number one father figure in my life, my GRANDPA on my mother's side. (No it was not my father, my father had problems, real problems!!!) My grandpa was a lifetime smoker of the roll your own kind. If I remember right Prince Albert was the brand. Both R. B. and my grandpa had the same cough from those devil cigarettes.
We all must die "damn it!" Simple fact of life! One never thinks upon such a notion when young. Most anyway! Why would you? You view life as growing old thing, which is the way it's suppose to be!
We die one cigarette at a time, one soda at a time, one beer at a time, one cold at a time, one heartbreak at a time. The modern world's killing us off, from foods we purchase at our local supermarkets. The medicines Doctors prescribe are killing us. Contamination coming at us from so many different directions we cannot count, or fathom them!
"DIE DAMN YA DIE!" Perhaps, that should be our new motto to live by!
Many 'learned' scholarly ones tell us... SO... much! Please remember their only men! Not Gods. There was no man filled with more wisdom than my grandpa, more kindness, love of the universe as in his love for gardening. No pure of heart simple man, never born! My friend had many flaws, but he lived life to the fullest, his way!
Men write books, so beautiful, I cry! So funny, I laugh out loud, a belly laugh! I loove when that happens!!!
You can find books to tell you about everything. From how to raise a child to Planet X, called Nibiru!
There is no way to separate the bull from truths! Fact is we as a species have made everything so fucking complicated, we no longer are able to think straight... for ourselves!
"Anything man 'messes' with, he fucks up!" Ain't it the truth? How does the average, man, woman, or child, make up their mind??? I'm waiting for an answer?
You can read thousands of books in a lifetime and will learn through them! Hopefully keeping an open mind, believing those words that feel right, yeah... baby! That's great, that's what books are for! I love when that happens, like the writer, took your thoughts!
But to turn to books as understanding of everything... that's when I have a problem!
We have been given intelligence, to do outstanding things, just, in my lifetime, I have seen AMAZING accomplishments!
I believe, as we 'venture,' into these AMAZING things, some think, it'll save us! Save us from what... ourselves!
We must make everything so fucking complicated!! I believe what we search for. is simplicity in nature, has been driven out, from too much, of too much! Our modern world relies on each other! Think on that! Each other, we can't get along with ones in our own family, or city where we live, let alone like me, where I work!
I'm real tired... have two headaches... one for each head I currently have, as I'm seeing double! I did go to work Tuesday night BAD!!! MISTAKE!!! I was feeling better and intended to work four hours only!!! I worked nine hours and regressed back 'worser' (I know that's not PROPER! ) than where I was! "DIE DAMN YA DIE" YOU KNOW, SAY I RETIRE IN A YEAR OR SO. There be 'bodies' to take my place!
I'm soo fucking tired of using my "willpower"!!! Suck it up! I'M TIRED OF SUCKING IT UP!!!
VERY FEW UNDERSTAND "WILLPOWER, SUCKING IT UP!" I'M GOING TO HIT POST AND LET IT BE!!!
Monday, October 8, 2012
I have been run over by Peterbuilt Trucks! Yepp!!!
I'm in a nadty mood! I normally don't wite when I feel like I have been run over by a convoy of 40 ton Peterbuilts! Hey I can't sleep, have a headache, sore throat and my ears hurt. Yes... I hace a cold!!! La dee da da! Who gives a wat's ass... I know! I DO!!! I have a fever, but don't want to know how high, I'm afraid I'll feel worse! I come home from work Friday night early, because I felt like SHIT, and dizzy! Well... I feel 10 x worse now! NO I don't want you to feel bad fo old Glen. We all get them don't we? I usually get my worst one every October, low and behold!!! It could not wait! My poor wittle eyes are watering and everything looks blurry on my old monitor and I even increawsed the size. U-know I think I'll just go with the flow and leave the misspelled words, I cannot see them anyhow! Yep! If that's ok with you?
Why is it when you need, the wrest the moost, you cannot wrest? U-know what I'm saying! Like putting you in the hospital for wrest. WREST... my ass, they be sticking you, prodding you all day and night, and have the gall to ask, "Sorry... did I... dis-turrrb... you?"
This is what I would like to say to them. "I wish I felt better I would stick that I. V. pole where the sun don't shine!" Then I would say to them, well I'm not rightly sure, but it would go something like this with a heap O bad language that I assure ya! "!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+, get out O here!!!"
To make me EVEN... madder, bout how I feel. My damn supervisor or should I say "super-germ-spreader" has been coughing.. [ah-huh..] [ah huh...] (ARSEHOLE!!!) for a couple weeks. Well... now... I would like to tell him approximately the same as the nurse at the hospital! (I'm not going to retype that use your imagination!)
I ainna gona look at the newspaper, because I just know, I'll get even madder... than MADEA!!! WHY? If I see B. O. (Did you see his hair is getting white, another four years he'll look as bad as Clinton! (Which one? You make the call!) I warn ya, don't fall for the other candidate M. R. (With the initials Mr. I don't think he knows who he is!) Oh by the way, USUALLY the candidate that raises the most money wins! (I wonder why that is???) I read where B. O. was close to one billion... IS THAT POSSIBLE???
CAN I GIVE MY THOUGHTS? I think we should send Mr. Obama on a good will tour of the world for the next 4 years. (Does that mean O is gonna win well... yes!) But! We let Mr. O. sweet talk all them Richy Rich people all over the world and let The House and The Senate continue doing nothing, like they been doing! Here's the way I see it, mind ya now I'm just a country boy in the Heartland! He can impress everyone for four years. His hair be soo white and will have grown a long white beard down to his navel, He'll have worked so hard he'll need a cane no, no one of them staff's I think there called. He'll look so good and wise! You know ancient history talks about men that look like that. I bet he could come back here with enough money to pay off our national debt!!! You think I'm pulling yer leg don't ya. Well, THAT BE AS GOOD A PLAN AS ANY I'VE HEARD!!!
Maybe I best explain this a little MORE! IF B. O. raised $1,000,000,000 smackerooni's for his re-election and has been running the most powerful country in the world!! Think what he could accomplish if he really set his mind to it? Sheesh!!! FULL time on the road for 4 years. There be rich people all over this world. THINK BIG!!! No more measely few thousand a plate dinners! Think big, Big, BIG!!!
I KNOWS I'M SICK AND OUT OF MY MIND! LET'S HERE YOUR PLAN!! [Cough] [wheeze] [nose blowing] Damn germ spreaders of the words! (Ought to chain them to chairs, force their eyes open and listen to politicians talk day and night!!!) Oh my! I'm soo mean!!! Goodnight from Glen View!
Why is it when you need, the wrest the moost, you cannot wrest? U-know what I'm saying! Like putting you in the hospital for wrest. WREST... my ass, they be sticking you, prodding you all day and night, and have the gall to ask, "Sorry... did I... dis-turrrb... you?"
This is what I would like to say to them. "I wish I felt better I would stick that I. V. pole where the sun don't shine!" Then I would say to them, well I'm not rightly sure, but it would go something like this with a heap O bad language that I assure ya! "!@#$%^&*()_+!@#$%^&*()_+, get out O here!!!"
To make me EVEN... madder, bout how I feel. My damn supervisor or should I say "super-germ-spreader" has been coughing.. [ah-huh..] [ah huh...] (ARSEHOLE!!!) for a couple weeks. Well... now... I would like to tell him approximately the same as the nurse at the hospital! (I'm not going to retype that use your imagination!)
I ainna gona look at the newspaper, because I just know, I'll get even madder... than MADEA!!! WHY? If I see B. O. (Did you see his hair is getting white, another four years he'll look as bad as Clinton! (Which one? You make the call!) I warn ya, don't fall for the other candidate M. R. (With the initials Mr. I don't think he knows who he is!) Oh by the way, USUALLY the candidate that raises the most money wins! (I wonder why that is???) I read where B. O. was close to one billion... IS THAT POSSIBLE???
CAN I GIVE MY THOUGHTS? I think we should send Mr. Obama on a good will tour of the world for the next 4 years. (Does that mean O is gonna win well... yes!) But! We let Mr. O. sweet talk all them Richy Rich people all over the world and let The House and The Senate continue doing nothing, like they been doing! Here's the way I see it, mind ya now I'm just a country boy in the Heartland! He can impress everyone for four years. His hair be soo white and will have grown a long white beard down to his navel, He'll have worked so hard he'll need a cane no, no one of them staff's I think there called. He'll look so good and wise! You know ancient history talks about men that look like that. I bet he could come back here with enough money to pay off our national debt!!! You think I'm pulling yer leg don't ya. Well, THAT BE AS GOOD A PLAN AS ANY I'VE HEARD!!!
Maybe I best explain this a little MORE! IF B. O. raised $1,000,000,000 smackerooni's for his re-election and has been running the most powerful country in the world!! Think what he could accomplish if he really set his mind to it? Sheesh!!! FULL time on the road for 4 years. There be rich people all over this world. THINK BIG!!! No more measely few thousand a plate dinners! Think big, Big, BIG!!!
I KNOWS I'M SICK AND OUT OF MY MIND! LET'S HERE YOUR PLAN!! [Cough] [wheeze] [nose blowing] Damn germ spreaders of the words! (Ought to chain them to chairs, force their eyes open and listen to politicians talk day and night!!!) Oh my! I'm soo mean!!! Goodnight from Glen View!
Sunday, October 7, 2012
My dictionary, and other stuff, what did you expect?
I planned on working on a short story, my favorite type of writing. I love developing an idea into reality! It takes much longer and much more time, but that's why I find them rewarding.
Quick recap for those that may have come across my nightly meanderings, I'm also in love with that, style of mind emptying catharsis writing. After purging my mind from daily frustrations, I sleep like a baby, yes I do!!! Okay a late attempt at writing started Glen View. I'll make this short, never typed, used a computer, never wanted or needed one! I know, hard to believe! Fed up with getting older as in approaching that big 60. I needed more than coming home after work, watching the wee t.v. I was BORED, out of my fricking skull.
One day a dream left such an impression on me I knew I had to tell it, or die trying. The story ended up as five chapters all posted here on Glen View. The story titled 'THE FLAME', a real place here in the Midwest that apparently left such an impression on me it would change my life many years later.
PLACE ADVERTISEMENT HERE! HA, HA, HA! This story is what, started it all!
If you care to read this story, Chapter one and two can be found in my archives on December, 2011.
Chapter three January, 2012.
Chapter four, February, 2012.
Chapter five, May, 2012. Note I could not finish this story although I have the ending! Seems this story has been too much a part to of me to a finalize!!!
So how does an old man that's never learned to type, worst subject in school was English, knows nothing about computers, attempt such foolishness? Beats me! I'm still wandering about this writing stuff, and a wondering, what was in this old boy's mind!!!
First and foremost I must think my good friend Timster. 'How Dare I' (His blog.) "Thanks from one old man to another!" HAHAHA! He set up this blog for me and give it that catchy title! I never would have... that I'm sure of! (How dare him... to do such a thing.. to you out there!) I still know only enough to ramble through a post and hit publish, that's enough for me. I thank my spouse for helping me, correcting a lot of my silly ass mistakes. I think all of you that read Glen View that put up a link for me. I think A, as in 'Avops' and C, as in 'PerfectMindStorm.' I also thank all that read my 'WHATEVER', throughout this world, I don't know your names but I say THANKS!!!!!!!!!
I had, and still do, one goal. Simply to be me! Who wants to imitate others? I'm untrained, unmanageable, a simple man from the humblest of beginnings. I do have one drawback, I like to think, watch, understand for myself! I don't think that's a crime, at least not yet!
As typical for me, I had a thought, I wished to expound upon but felt the need to review and DAMN! I plum forgot it! I'm going to concentrate, or is it meditate, for a moment to find that thought please hold........................................................................... Gosh darn it! I cannot recapture my original thought so I'll ramble a spell hoping it will return to daddy! (Come to daddy little thought!)
What I also love to do is play with words, and I remember running across one the other night as I was looking up another word. Why this word hit me so hard as in smack dab right up side me old head, see I use a real live hold in your hand dictionary! WHY? "CAUSE I RUN ACROSS MANY AMAZING WORDS THAT WAY, AND IT FEELS SOO ME! This word be, TONSURE! I see a small picture of a man in my hand HELD Uncle Webster's New World Dictionary that makes me smile!" The word below it was tonsure, it looked so funny with this man having the top of his head shaven with normal hair around the edges. I have seen this before in movies and know it has something to do with religion. The meaning of ton-sure, a clipping off or shaving off of part or all of the hair of the head, done esp. formerly as a signal of entrance into the clerical or monastic state.
I usually make humor from these words I run across. I'm not 'sure' I can from this word! WHY? "Because I received a nice smile from seeing this picture the first time, I'm not 'sure' I can!" I must think a 'ton' about it. NOPE! NOTHING! NADA! SORRY!
Fortunately for y'all out there I never remembered that point I was gonna write about! Well another fine mess I made of things! Goodnight my friends of this rock called Alcatraz, "oopsey" I meant to say EARTH!
By the way I hear they be a heap O ghost, spirits and things that walk, talk, spook in the night on Alcatraz Island off San Francisco Bay! Ya know, I certainly don't doubt it! Because in my every day small piece of rock, I see them! Yes I do!!! Glen
Quick recap for those that may have come across my nightly meanderings, I'm also in love with that, style of mind emptying catharsis writing. After purging my mind from daily frustrations, I sleep like a baby, yes I do!!! Okay a late attempt at writing started Glen View. I'll make this short, never typed, used a computer, never wanted or needed one! I know, hard to believe! Fed up with getting older as in approaching that big 60. I needed more than coming home after work, watching the wee t.v. I was BORED, out of my fricking skull.
One day a dream left such an impression on me I knew I had to tell it, or die trying. The story ended up as five chapters all posted here on Glen View. The story titled 'THE FLAME', a real place here in the Midwest that apparently left such an impression on me it would change my life many years later.
PLACE ADVERTISEMENT HERE! HA, HA, HA! This story is what, started it all!
If you care to read this story, Chapter one and two can be found in my archives on December, 2011.
Chapter three January, 2012.
Chapter four, February, 2012.
Chapter five, May, 2012. Note I could not finish this story although I have the ending! Seems this story has been too much a part to of me to a finalize!!!
So how does an old man that's never learned to type, worst subject in school was English, knows nothing about computers, attempt such foolishness? Beats me! I'm still wandering about this writing stuff, and a wondering, what was in this old boy's mind!!!
First and foremost I must think my good friend Timster. 'How Dare I' (His blog.) "Thanks from one old man to another!" HAHAHA! He set up this blog for me and give it that catchy title! I never would have... that I'm sure of! (How dare him... to do such a thing.. to you out there!) I still know only enough to ramble through a post and hit publish, that's enough for me. I thank my spouse for helping me, correcting a lot of my silly ass mistakes. I think all of you that read Glen View that put up a link for me. I think A, as in 'Avops' and C, as in 'PerfectMindStorm.' I also thank all that read my 'WHATEVER', throughout this world, I don't know your names but I say THANKS!!!!!!!!!
I had, and still do, one goal. Simply to be me! Who wants to imitate others? I'm untrained, unmanageable, a simple man from the humblest of beginnings. I do have one drawback, I like to think, watch, understand for myself! I don't think that's a crime, at least not yet!
As typical for me, I had a thought, I wished to expound upon but felt the need to review and DAMN! I plum forgot it! I'm going to concentrate, or is it meditate, for a moment to find that thought please hold........................................................................... Gosh darn it! I cannot recapture my original thought so I'll ramble a spell hoping it will return to daddy! (Come to daddy little thought!)
What I also love to do is play with words, and I remember running across one the other night as I was looking up another word. Why this word hit me so hard as in smack dab right up side me old head, see I use a real live hold in your hand dictionary! WHY? "CAUSE I RUN ACROSS MANY AMAZING WORDS THAT WAY, AND IT FEELS SOO ME! This word be, TONSURE! I see a small picture of a man in my hand HELD Uncle Webster's New World Dictionary that makes me smile!" The word below it was tonsure, it looked so funny with this man having the top of his head shaven with normal hair around the edges. I have seen this before in movies and know it has something to do with religion. The meaning of ton-sure, a clipping off or shaving off of part or all of the hair of the head, done esp. formerly as a signal of entrance into the clerical or monastic state.
I usually make humor from these words I run across. I'm not 'sure' I can from this word! WHY? "Because I received a nice smile from seeing this picture the first time, I'm not 'sure' I can!" I must think a 'ton' about it. NOPE! NOTHING! NADA! SORRY!
Fortunately for y'all out there I never remembered that point I was gonna write about! Well another fine mess I made of things! Goodnight my friends of this rock called Alcatraz, "oopsey" I meant to say EARTH!
By the way I hear they be a heap O ghost, spirits and things that walk, talk, spook in the night on Alcatraz Island off San Francisco Bay! Ya know, I certainly don't doubt it! Because in my every day small piece of rock, I see them! Yes I do!!! Glen
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Separation of Generations.
The first cool rainy fall weather brings me my first cold! I'm so lucky! I could tell for several days something was amiss. "Don't dwell on it" I tell myself "it will pass." Pass my ass, it's here to stay, how long is a normal cold, a couple weeks? My Boss has been coughing for a couple weeks, AND NOW I have another reason to add to why I hate my Boss!!! It's bad enough when a Boss don't know how to boss, but a Boss that spreads his germs should be, should be, damn I best not say what I'm thinking!!!
SORRY! I had to get that out of my system! I have made a stab at posting every day, but Old Glen was not Old Glen! Well I'm not sure what actually defines Old Glen? What I wrote just did not appeal in the least to me!
I was at work last night looking at the ones that will take my place, there was 5 young men around the age of 20. I told myself "I see now why I feel out of place in today' modern world!" I'm out of touch and have nothing in common with this generation. I've had my day in the sun, when I was young, like them. Now that I'm so much older, 40 years of music, electronic gizmo's, attitudes, clothing styles, lingo, stands in my way! Yet there's still more I feel in in my old aching bones. No!No! It's not just the aches from the flu or cold, I'M currently cursed with! It goes deeper in my opinion, or their opinion mind ya! Too much of everything in life separate us. I'm their grandpa! No really, I mean that and in a way I've never looked at before!
They can love their grandpa yet too much separates them. Grandpa cannot understand their ways, take the way some dress for example. No different than our generation we had our style ya-know! I lost touch with the music quite awhile back. It became noise to me! All these young men at break must make love to the modern love Goddess the cell, smart, can do everything phone! We old folks for the most part cannot identify with our phones in that manner! Try convincing them it be frying their fricking brains! We're just old and out of touch, an "old fogey!" Perhaps so!!!
I see fine young men, I have a nephew now serving in the Air Force. I'm as proud of him as his father! He sees the good, glory, fun side of the Air Force, where an OLD FOGEY like me sees the loosing of lives for what? Each new generation MUST dance to their own tunes, I see, I get it, I do understand! When he's 60 years old like me, well, will probably be exactly the same as far as our thoughts.
I also see jealously. I am jealous! Big time! Maybe that clouds my vision and thoughts more than I realize at times! To be young and full of life, not thinking about what tomorrow brings. Don't worry about all the 'shit' in the world! It won't affect me, I'm too young! Well before you know it, you must grow up and with growing up comes responsibility we never thought upon. Have a few kids, marriage, work to provide for them, before you even think about it you're 60, wondering about everything. Responsibilities to family and fellow man has taken a great toll! You CANNOT contemplate at 20 or even 30 years of age that growing up and growing old has so many problems and pains! NO WAY JOSE!!!
Yes! I'm terribly jealous of them 20 year olds as I think upon retirement! Not that I want to retire, my mind's still young, my body screams out in so much pain, I don't know how much longer, "I can suck it up!"
I'm soo fricking tired! I'm not tired of the beauty, the simple things in life! My body's wore out from abuse of a lifetime of believing, I'll be young forever! That illusion now is being called in!
I've paid my dues I reckon! Too much so, as I write this post. I hate NO ONE! I LOVE THEM YOUNG INS WITH ALL MY HEART!
The past few generations have put them in a hell of a fix, I'm not proud of leaving it this way for them. I ask forgiveness but explain in my own simple way! We too were once young with good intentions, ideas, thinking we could change things make it better for the next generations. Ya see that's the problem facing you today! I'm unsure that you have a lifetime to grow to wise up like we did! I believe the time is now or never for you.
I reckon miracles do happen. The powers of The Powers That Be have all of us in their grasps. Unless there are Men among Men, that can act, and act now!!! I'm sorry, I don't see that, and I fear more for you, than me, because my life's on the final chapter, of that I'm sure! It NO LONGER MATTERS ABOUT ME! I FEAR DEEPLY FOR YOU!!
SORRY! I had to get that out of my system! I have made a stab at posting every day, but Old Glen was not Old Glen! Well I'm not sure what actually defines Old Glen? What I wrote just did not appeal in the least to me!
I was at work last night looking at the ones that will take my place, there was 5 young men around the age of 20. I told myself "I see now why I feel out of place in today' modern world!" I'm out of touch and have nothing in common with this generation. I've had my day in the sun, when I was young, like them. Now that I'm so much older, 40 years of music, electronic gizmo's, attitudes, clothing styles, lingo, stands in my way! Yet there's still more I feel in in my old aching bones. No!No! It's not just the aches from the flu or cold, I'M currently cursed with! It goes deeper in my opinion, or their opinion mind ya! Too much of everything in life separate us. I'm their grandpa! No really, I mean that and in a way I've never looked at before!
They can love their grandpa yet too much separates them. Grandpa cannot understand their ways, take the way some dress for example. No different than our generation we had our style ya-know! I lost touch with the music quite awhile back. It became noise to me! All these young men at break must make love to the modern love Goddess the cell, smart, can do everything phone! We old folks for the most part cannot identify with our phones in that manner! Try convincing them it be frying their fricking brains! We're just old and out of touch, an "old fogey!" Perhaps so!!!
I see fine young men, I have a nephew now serving in the Air Force. I'm as proud of him as his father! He sees the good, glory, fun side of the Air Force, where an OLD FOGEY like me sees the loosing of lives for what? Each new generation MUST dance to their own tunes, I see, I get it, I do understand! When he's 60 years old like me, well, will probably be exactly the same as far as our thoughts.
I also see jealously. I am jealous! Big time! Maybe that clouds my vision and thoughts more than I realize at times! To be young and full of life, not thinking about what tomorrow brings. Don't worry about all the 'shit' in the world! It won't affect me, I'm too young! Well before you know it, you must grow up and with growing up comes responsibility we never thought upon. Have a few kids, marriage, work to provide for them, before you even think about it you're 60, wondering about everything. Responsibilities to family and fellow man has taken a great toll! You CANNOT contemplate at 20 or even 30 years of age that growing up and growing old has so many problems and pains! NO WAY JOSE!!!
Yes! I'm terribly jealous of them 20 year olds as I think upon retirement! Not that I want to retire, my mind's still young, my body screams out in so much pain, I don't know how much longer, "I can suck it up!"
I'm soo fricking tired! I'm not tired of the beauty, the simple things in life! My body's wore out from abuse of a lifetime of believing, I'll be young forever! That illusion now is being called in!
I've paid my dues I reckon! Too much so, as I write this post. I hate NO ONE! I LOVE THEM YOUNG INS WITH ALL MY HEART!
The past few generations have put them in a hell of a fix, I'm not proud of leaving it this way for them. I ask forgiveness but explain in my own simple way! We too were once young with good intentions, ideas, thinking we could change things make it better for the next generations. Ya see that's the problem facing you today! I'm unsure that you have a lifetime to grow to wise up like we did! I believe the time is now or never for you.
I reckon miracles do happen. The powers of The Powers That Be have all of us in their grasps. Unless there are Men among Men, that can act, and act now!!! I'm sorry, I don't see that, and I fear more for you, than me, because my life's on the final chapter, of that I'm sure! It NO LONGER MATTERS ABOUT ME! I FEAR DEEPLY FOR YOU!!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
I'm SO... Confused!!!
Just ate some tuna salad and some diet root beer, lord telling what I'll say! YIP-PEE! Work was... well... work! I do suppose that's why it's called work, heah? I truly believe 'workers,' SHOULD.. be paid by how much of this work, they do! Seems only fair to me! First I better address this work, word. I know what work means! Work means work, you know!
WORK (wurk) (werk) (weorc) I see right now where the problem be! The definition for this word I call work, is half a page long with more definitions than I want to read! NOBODY knows what work is!
First definition is physical or mental effort exerted to do or make something; purposeful activity; labor; toil..... WOW! Key words are physical, exerted, I LOVE this 'purposeful activity'... labor, toil.
I reckon I'm an early learner on this here work, werk, wurk, weorc thing. Why? Well I was told "if you don't do your chores you don't get no supper!" Little Glen loves his supper! "You don't mow that grass you'll get a whoppin!" Glen don't like no whoppins! We had what was called m-o-t-i-v-a-t-i-o-n back then! My mother and father were what is called Motivational Speakers!!! They know how to, 'm-o-t-i-v-a-t-e' children. At church them preachers would talk about "spare the rod and spoil the child." I wanted that preacher to mind his own business, and stay out of little Glenny's!
I don't know about this mental effort! I don't see much of that going on where I werk! Exertion, I must explain that to some I work with, or is it werk with? The only way some understand labor is from their moma saying "I was in labor 18 hours with you!" That be wurk alright, I don't want nothing to do with that kind o weorc!!! Toil, I bet no one knows what toil means! The only way they know toll, is a toll road, I guarantee ya that!!! (I knows toil and toll is spelled different!)
I was thnkin (With this post most likely you doubt that right?) The young men I work around... you notice, I did not say... work with! They damn well know what erection means, and I damn well know, they don't know, what exertion means! The only way they would know exertion is when they have one of them... you know! But they would not call that... exertion, they would call that.. whoopee, you see!
Oh! Oh! Oh! I just thought of something! (Sometimes miracles do happen!) Maybe children are smarter than I was. In a toll booth you pay to drive, soo maybe the children today, charge a toll... to do some toiling.
TOIL, pronounced toil. I can't believe it, toil is pronounced toil, yet work is werk, wurk, weorc??? Sorry I do get sidetracked... you know! Toil is to work hard and continuously! I know, I bet these kids learn REALLY early today, to charge mom a toll, to get away from her, so they can go toil on them computer games and what they call "gaming." Damn, "I think I now see" said the blind man! I been doing this here werk thing wa-rong all me life! I'm soo confused bout now!
I thought I knowed, what I knew, but now, I think I knows, NOTHING!! I'm a gonna take a stab at that phrase 'purposeful activity."
Purposeful activity!!! Sounds reall nice! Would that be like riding a purpose, you know one of them flipper like dolphin critters, OOH! SORRY, THAT BE PORPOISE, I THINK! I'M NOT TO SURE OF NUTHIN BOUT NOW!
Purposeful activity... well, activity would be to do something. Oh like texting while at work! I do see that a lot! That's serving a purpose! Jimmy James hasta know what his girl be doing whilst he be a workin and making all that money. Yell, a play by play, like these stupid ass announcers, while we be watching sports! They have to tell us what we just saw! We ain't smart enough to know when our team scores a touchdown or kicks a field goal. They hire some old slap happy ex football player that has suffered more concussions than Evil Knievel!
That sure seems to be a purposeful activity! Have to have something for ex-pro athletes to do, can't all be working as janitors for the fast food industry, can they?
This here 'purposeful activity' sure has me stumped. I'll watch my bosses tomorrow, maybe I'll learn bout this "purposeful activity!" THIS HAS BEEN A NIGHTMARE FROM WHERE ELSE Glen View. AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
WORK (wurk) (werk) (weorc) I see right now where the problem be! The definition for this word I call work, is half a page long with more definitions than I want to read! NOBODY knows what work is!
First definition is physical or mental effort exerted to do or make something; purposeful activity; labor; toil..... WOW! Key words are physical, exerted, I LOVE this 'purposeful activity'... labor, toil.
I reckon I'm an early learner on this here work, werk, wurk, weorc thing. Why? Well I was told "if you don't do your chores you don't get no supper!" Little Glen loves his supper! "You don't mow that grass you'll get a whoppin!" Glen don't like no whoppins! We had what was called m-o-t-i-v-a-t-i-o-n back then! My mother and father were what is called Motivational Speakers!!! They know how to, 'm-o-t-i-v-a-t-e' children. At church them preachers would talk about "spare the rod and spoil the child." I wanted that preacher to mind his own business, and stay out of little Glenny's!
I don't know about this mental effort! I don't see much of that going on where I werk! Exertion, I must explain that to some I work with, or is it werk with? The only way some understand labor is from their moma saying "I was in labor 18 hours with you!" That be wurk alright, I don't want nothing to do with that kind o weorc!!! Toil, I bet no one knows what toil means! The only way they know toll, is a toll road, I guarantee ya that!!! (I knows toil and toll is spelled different!)
I was thnkin (With this post most likely you doubt that right?) The young men I work around... you notice, I did not say... work with! They damn well know what erection means, and I damn well know, they don't know, what exertion means! The only way they would know exertion is when they have one of them... you know! But they would not call that... exertion, they would call that.. whoopee, you see!
Oh! Oh! Oh! I just thought of something! (Sometimes miracles do happen!) Maybe children are smarter than I was. In a toll booth you pay to drive, soo maybe the children today, charge a toll... to do some toiling.
TOIL, pronounced toil. I can't believe it, toil is pronounced toil, yet work is werk, wurk, weorc??? Sorry I do get sidetracked... you know! Toil is to work hard and continuously! I know, I bet these kids learn REALLY early today, to charge mom a toll, to get away from her, so they can go toil on them computer games and what they call "gaming." Damn, "I think I now see" said the blind man! I been doing this here werk thing wa-rong all me life! I'm soo confused bout now!
I thought I knowed, what I knew, but now, I think I knows, NOTHING!! I'm a gonna take a stab at that phrase 'purposeful activity."
Purposeful activity!!! Sounds reall nice! Would that be like riding a purpose, you know one of them flipper like dolphin critters, OOH! SORRY, THAT BE PORPOISE, I THINK! I'M NOT TO SURE OF NUTHIN BOUT NOW!
Purposeful activity... well, activity would be to do something. Oh like texting while at work! I do see that a lot! That's serving a purpose! Jimmy James hasta know what his girl be doing whilst he be a workin and making all that money. Yell, a play by play, like these stupid ass announcers, while we be watching sports! They have to tell us what we just saw! We ain't smart enough to know when our team scores a touchdown or kicks a field goal. They hire some old slap happy ex football player that has suffered more concussions than Evil Knievel!
That sure seems to be a purposeful activity! Have to have something for ex-pro athletes to do, can't all be working as janitors for the fast food industry, can they?
This here 'purposeful activity' sure has me stumped. I'll watch my bosses tomorrow, maybe I'll learn bout this "purposeful activity!" THIS HAS BEEN A NIGHTMARE FROM WHERE ELSE Glen View. AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
An Old Truck!
(((THIS POST YOU'RE ABOUT TO READ, I HOPE, IS A PERFECT EXAMPLE OF WHY I LIKE TO WRITE.))) I was tired as always it seems any more! Was just going to go to bed and not touch Mr. Hewie (My computer.) But NO! I had to touch them keys and before I knew it one of them 'Spirit Writers' jumped into me fingers and took over as I sat back mesmerized! Yeah right!
I am tired but then this old Chevrolet body I have seems to always be tired anymore. I reckon Chevrolet, seems to fit me. A regular man's automobile. Well, maybe a Chevrolet Pick Up Truck fits me best, yep. I think so! A old truck, battered, bruised, dented in a hundred places, rusting through in spots. The springs of the seat showing, from my ass sliding in and out for 60 years. The headlights represent me brain, one shines up to the right into the trees and the other is falling out of the frame, also not as bright as they once were, but still... shining, never the less! Me paint is weathered from too many seasons. My back as in bed, sags, the shocks and coils are shot from too many, dang loads being overloaded. The windshield can barely be seen through, as old eyeballs and old glass lose clarity. Gone through so many shoes, sorry tires, could stock a tire store. If I had all the gasoline and oil that has gone through me leaky seals and oil changes at todays value, sheesh could sell it and retire! Transmission still shifts, a mite slow, but sure! Engine cranks over slowly, especially on winter mornings. New spark plugs and a tune ups makes me feel young again, if only for a mile or two. Me rear axle still responds, although a few seconds after the transmission is put in gear. (Hey! still... truckin, that's more than some you know!) Brakes... well... I had brakes fer a spell! Slow down shifting, hitting curbs, and pumping the shit out of my master cylinder sometimes works, now! If not I just shut the engine off and die! Ya see, people from around here know me, they hit the deck or squeal them fancy new cars tires to get away at the sight of me! I must confess this here old Truck sure see's some right pretty, new automobiles, makes me want to spin my tires and rev my engine, thinking of my younger days! When I could... you know! Like a an 18 year old in his prime, ya see!!! Hu-YAH!!! How many more times I'll crank over, I do not know! I only hope when the Big Truck in the Sky, calls me to the wayside, he'll allow me to sit in the tall grass, where ol' Shep is buried, we had many nice times together enjoying the breeze flapping through ears and fenders. I'll watch them fancy new Trucks, and lordy there be a many of them today! Belching diesel, coughing, sitting up high, one of their tires are larger, than all 4 of mine, including me spare. The lives of all things mechanical, human, or like ol' Shep must come to an end. I ask one thing! Some humans would see me, then raise one finger on their hand. A kind.. a... salute, I reckon to an old trooper of life, that has carried the load well! Take the shifter sticking off my transmission, many a hands and fingers have touched that part of me while I strolled down the hi-ways. Any how, take the shifter and stick it through my hood, (What we use to call 'HOOD ORNAMENTS'.) sticking straight up ornamentally... to salute... to all... that pass by... but never see, an old warrior that was proud to wear honorably my Chevrolet medallions, so that you, the new, improved generations, can carry the load I once could!!! HUU-YAAH!!!
I am tired but then this old Chevrolet body I have seems to always be tired anymore. I reckon Chevrolet, seems to fit me. A regular man's automobile. Well, maybe a Chevrolet Pick Up Truck fits me best, yep. I think so! A old truck, battered, bruised, dented in a hundred places, rusting through in spots. The springs of the seat showing, from my ass sliding in and out for 60 years. The headlights represent me brain, one shines up to the right into the trees and the other is falling out of the frame, also not as bright as they once were, but still... shining, never the less! Me paint is weathered from too many seasons. My back as in bed, sags, the shocks and coils are shot from too many, dang loads being overloaded. The windshield can barely be seen through, as old eyeballs and old glass lose clarity. Gone through so many shoes, sorry tires, could stock a tire store. If I had all the gasoline and oil that has gone through me leaky seals and oil changes at todays value, sheesh could sell it and retire! Transmission still shifts, a mite slow, but sure! Engine cranks over slowly, especially on winter mornings. New spark plugs and a tune ups makes me feel young again, if only for a mile or two. Me rear axle still responds, although a few seconds after the transmission is put in gear. (Hey! still... truckin, that's more than some you know!) Brakes... well... I had brakes fer a spell! Slow down shifting, hitting curbs, and pumping the shit out of my master cylinder sometimes works, now! If not I just shut the engine off and die! Ya see, people from around here know me, they hit the deck or squeal them fancy new cars tires to get away at the sight of me! I must confess this here old Truck sure see's some right pretty, new automobiles, makes me want to spin my tires and rev my engine, thinking of my younger days! When I could... you know! Like a an 18 year old in his prime, ya see!!! Hu-YAH!!! How many more times I'll crank over, I do not know! I only hope when the Big Truck in the Sky, calls me to the wayside, he'll allow me to sit in the tall grass, where ol' Shep is buried, we had many nice times together enjoying the breeze flapping through ears and fenders. I'll watch them fancy new Trucks, and lordy there be a many of them today! Belching diesel, coughing, sitting up high, one of their tires are larger, than all 4 of mine, including me spare. The lives of all things mechanical, human, or like ol' Shep must come to an end. I ask one thing! Some humans would see me, then raise one finger on their hand. A kind.. a... salute, I reckon to an old trooper of life, that has carried the load well! Take the shifter sticking off my transmission, many a hands and fingers have touched that part of me while I strolled down the hi-ways. Any how, take the shifter and stick it through my hood, (What we use to call 'HOOD ORNAMENTS'.) sticking straight up ornamentally... to salute... to all... that pass by... but never see, an old warrior that was proud to wear honorably my Chevrolet medallions, so that you, the new, improved generations, can carry the load I once could!!! HUU-YAAH!!!
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