Time to play "Where's . . . Glenny's Brain." A wonderfully amazing game created by yours truly. One hell of a game I must say, when me brain is a clicking, boring when it ain't.
Is it just me or is it the words on everything growing smaller? My eyes seem to be in a permanent red zone. The allergies, snot and sneezing, I can live with, but the not being able to read my monitor is ferking pissing me off! It's bad enough that I possess a bladder of an old man, but "Heavens to Betsy," not being able to clearly see what I type! ( That could be a blessing in disguise, might'n it now" )
So I have the answer I bought one of them newer flat monitors. Yikes!
At this moment I'm not even sure I have a brain, I think it flew the coop! Speaking of flying. I could not sleep as in 4 am and took a ride through main street with my windows down and my hearing aids in. Lord have mercy them birds were a singing, it's a shame I did not know the song they're a singing. Probably not, if they'd heard my singing they'd left for sure! ( ha-ha )
Damn! My brain ainna locking onto nothing! My week at work was, was, was, work and stupidity, you know! I must give you a hint. The stupidity is not coming from me. I understand that's probably hard for you to believe?
What I'm about to say is the absolute truth "So Help Me God." And he most definitely needs to help me!
There's days in my small neck of the woods, here in Idiotville, when I think I'm watching a documentary unfolding right in front of me. Instead of filming at one of them mental facilities, you know where they house all the fricking idiots! ( Oopsey! that's not a politically correct word is it? )
Just think of the book "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest."
"You haven't read it? Well the movie then! Still don't know? Dag nap it people where have you been? Think Jack Nicholson goes ferking nuts, you know loony-toony!"
Some days it seems like I'm looking at the people in my every day environment and, and, and. They ain't of this world!!! Ain't got a lick O sense! I mean there are some ugly ones, but not as in aliens like the movie Aliens! They have the brains of a newly hatched lizard from the planet Uranus. That seems where their brains be!
There has to be a Alien Invasion going on? My I. Q. is pure country, but, but, but some, I say some I. Q. is off the chart as in off planet earth.
Don't tell me y'all out there haven't noticed! It's just creepy. Can't get away from 'em! Unless it's just ones like me that only come out at night, that hafta work the graveyard shift. I go to the convenient stores at night, what do I see, ALIENS! I can't understand them, it's like there talkin' a foreign language! ( Oh well maybe that can be explained by me forgetting my hearing aids. )
Here's a question fer ya? I'll go to one of them big box stay open 24 hours stores, like Wally's World at 3 am and there be nobody as in customer's, but about 100 strange looking people placing product on the shelves. I must emphasize this "STRANGE!"
"You haven't noticed it?" Well my best advice to y'all is, get yer shopping done by dark, go home and lock yer doors, keep the doggie in, and watch some of the modern television shows, don't tell me Aliens ainna taking over our bodies and minds!!!!!"
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
Groundhog Day
I truly hate to talk about tiredness all the time, of which I try as hard as possible to avoid. Age causes my body to be tired, can't stop that. Tiredness of the mind is what I wish to discuss.
We all remember the movie with Bill Murray "Groundhog day." Don't we? I sure hope you do! This weatherman was stuck in the same O day, day after day, after day!!!
I equate his dilemma with my working environment. I actually like my job and am happy to still have the health to do it. I somehow find it quite ironic that a lot of the ones I went to school with, I've outlived. Doesn't matter if you a high school jock, well to do, whiz kid, Doctor, whatever many are long gone. One died at the age of 27, heart attack. I could not understand that then, nor understand it today. I suppose diseases don't discriminate. A good friend of mine died way too young from drugs and alcohol.
I find myself in somewhat of a "Groundhog Day" loop, time thing-a-ma-jig. The working day same O shit happens every fricking day it seems. Seems the mental crap is definitely, taking its toil on me more so than the physical thing. For too long I just tried to overlook it. That's the problem, I can't block it out, NO MORE!
I told myself last night at work.
I said "Self don't give a ferkel, you could probably do half as much as you do now and nobody will say a thing." (Isn't that sad, others get by with it!)
Yes, I did say that.
Also I thought along with that, "It ain't my problem just ride it out until retirement."
I cannot do it! I think what I think and "I am what I am!" To quote Popeye the cartoon. But that "Am what I am" is gonna kill me if I cannot find a way to overlook all the I-G-N-O-R-A-N-C-E!
On that last thought of the previous sentence, my sentence is clear, I've sentenced myself to death, because the only way out I see, clearly is to not give a ferk and I cannot do that, it seems!!!
HERE BE MY REAL DILEMMA. I DON'T WANT TO RETIRE! IT'S MY PERSONAL BELIEF WITHOUT THE PHYSICAL PUSH THAT MY BODY NEEDS TO KEEP IT ACTIVE I WOULD WITHER AWAY.
THE FLIP SIDE IS, DO I DIE FRROM THE STUPIDITY AND IGNORANCE OF OTHERS OF WHICH I CAN'T SEEM TO BLOCK OUT!
MOST INTERESTING DILEMMA, I FIND MYSELF IN!!!!!
I FIND MYSELF THINKING "BEST JUST SLIP AWAY IN A DREAM IN MY SLEEP, SEEMS A NICE WAY TO AVOID BOTH!!!!"
AH! BUT THAT BE THE COWARDS WAY OUT. WELL NOW, I'M TOO FRICKING OLD TO CHANGE A MINDSET OF A LIFETIME. "I CANNOT STAND LAZINESS AND STUPIDITY. I RECKON I'M A GONER . . . HEAH?
We all remember the movie with Bill Murray "Groundhog day." Don't we? I sure hope you do! This weatherman was stuck in the same O day, day after day, after day!!!
I equate his dilemma with my working environment. I actually like my job and am happy to still have the health to do it. I somehow find it quite ironic that a lot of the ones I went to school with, I've outlived. Doesn't matter if you a high school jock, well to do, whiz kid, Doctor, whatever many are long gone. One died at the age of 27, heart attack. I could not understand that then, nor understand it today. I suppose diseases don't discriminate. A good friend of mine died way too young from drugs and alcohol.
I find myself in somewhat of a "Groundhog Day" loop, time thing-a-ma-jig. The working day same O shit happens every fricking day it seems. Seems the mental crap is definitely, taking its toil on me more so than the physical thing. For too long I just tried to overlook it. That's the problem, I can't block it out, NO MORE!
I told myself last night at work.
I said "Self don't give a ferkel, you could probably do half as much as you do now and nobody will say a thing." (Isn't that sad, others get by with it!)
Yes, I did say that.
Also I thought along with that, "It ain't my problem just ride it out until retirement."
I cannot do it! I think what I think and "I am what I am!" To quote Popeye the cartoon. But that "Am what I am" is gonna kill me if I cannot find a way to overlook all the I-G-N-O-R-A-N-C-E!
On that last thought of the previous sentence, my sentence is clear, I've sentenced myself to death, because the only way out I see, clearly is to not give a ferk and I cannot do that, it seems!!!
HERE BE MY REAL DILEMMA. I DON'T WANT TO RETIRE! IT'S MY PERSONAL BELIEF WITHOUT THE PHYSICAL PUSH THAT MY BODY NEEDS TO KEEP IT ACTIVE I WOULD WITHER AWAY.
THE FLIP SIDE IS, DO I DIE FRROM THE STUPIDITY AND IGNORANCE OF OTHERS OF WHICH I CAN'T SEEM TO BLOCK OUT!
MOST INTERESTING DILEMMA, I FIND MYSELF IN!!!!!
I FIND MYSELF THINKING "BEST JUST SLIP AWAY IN A DREAM IN MY SLEEP, SEEMS A NICE WAY TO AVOID BOTH!!!!"
AH! BUT THAT BE THE COWARDS WAY OUT. WELL NOW, I'M TOO FRICKING OLD TO CHANGE A MINDSET OF A LIFETIME. "I CANNOT STAND LAZINESS AND STUPIDITY. I RECKON I'M A GONER . . . HEAH?
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Fun!!!
I've been watching late night television as in 4 am. Seems I'm addicted to the never ending commercials! I thought there was a limit as to how many minutes of commercials per hour? I suppose that doesn't matter at 4 am. There is two stations I may watch at that hour USA and TNT. One of the Law and Orders, seems there many different versions of, and House. Neither of these did I watch when they were new shows. I did get a laugh on one of the older Law and Order shows. One of the police officers walked into a phone booth. You sure don't see that anymore in the world of cellphones do you?
I really like the character of Doc House. A mind blowing fricking idiot, that's why I like him.
Already wandering off track. Normal for me huh?
My mind is somewhat fried sometimes after coming home from my own Idiotville, so I like to fix me a little somethun for me belly, a glass of tea and lay my lazy-old-fat-man recliner into the take me away OR beam me back home Scotty position. Add my doggie in me lap and I'm ready for relaxation baby!
Back to talking about the commercials. The commercials have become my newest meditation trick. I know you're sayin' 'bout now, WHAT!?
During the small amount of time the actual show is on, I'm focused on the dialogue, close captioning, no sound.
'Bout now you're wondering why I watch it that way. I'm almost deaf and don't want no shoe upside me head from my sleeping angry half.
So ya see I lay my head back and take a siesta during the commercials and my dog smacks me upside my head when my show returns.
'Bout now yer thinkin' hows that possible? Come on people ya got to admit I made you question it and my sanity but it's funny!
There must be a built in timer in me head or somethun. No I don't fall asleep but it sure helps me to relax.
I caught a few episodes of Smallville when it first aired. I found it to be a simple fun little show about a mild mannered young Clark Kent growing up. I then lost track of that show. TNT is showing it in reruns now, so I started watching it sporadically. (( Man ain't that a word s-p-o-r-a-d-i-c-a-l-l-y, whow-wee! ))
Well seems I missed a heap o shows! I've got interested in it again. WHOW-WEE . . .
Okay I admit I read comic books as a kid, and my fav was Superman and grew up watching the old Superman television show with George Reeves and saw all of the Superman movies with Christopher Reeves, and . . . watched the television show Lois and Clark and all the Superman movies made. Okay, okay, okay, I admit to being a kid at heart! The latest one I found too overblown with computerization effects and just too overdone! Well that's the way it seems to be done today.
I do not go to movie theaters, haven't in 15 years, ironically enough the last movie I saw there was Superman, the one that was out at that time.
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I must admit to you, I recently found myself caught up in the goal of posting 30 post for May, I was going along rather well until the weekend of the 24 th, I began forcing it. After writing numerous post that weekend and reading them a couple days later, the fun was gone. I now realize if it ain't fun, it ain't right for me. That don't mean I cannot write when I'm down, it means not forcing it! It recently has been fun after a long layoff when I went back to day shift after 10 years. I've been back on the dreaded graveyard shift for close to a year now. ((The leap into the grave should be easier. hahaha ))
This whole endeavor going on four years was about a new hobby in my later years.
(( Two burnt out second hand computers and about six keyboards I hit over me head a lurnin' to type, yucks the hardest thing I've ever done and I'll be a lurnin' the PROPERNESS OF English till the day I die! ))
I use to be a real hands on man, age and deteriorating health has turned into this. This is my hobby and I want it to be fun.
ALL I WANNA DO IS BE ME, ALL OF ME AND LET YOU SEE ME FOR WHAT I AM!! Goodnight
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I really like the character of Doc House. A mind blowing fricking idiot, that's why I like him.
Already wandering off track. Normal for me huh?
My mind is somewhat fried sometimes after coming home from my own Idiotville, so I like to fix me a little somethun for me belly, a glass of tea and lay my lazy-old-fat-man recliner into the take me away OR beam me back home Scotty position. Add my doggie in me lap and I'm ready for relaxation baby!
Back to talking about the commercials. The commercials have become my newest meditation trick. I know you're sayin' 'bout now, WHAT!?
During the small amount of time the actual show is on, I'm focused on the dialogue, close captioning, no sound.
'Bout now you're wondering why I watch it that way. I'm almost deaf and don't want no shoe upside me head from my sleeping angry half.
So ya see I lay my head back and take a siesta during the commercials and my dog smacks me upside my head when my show returns.
'Bout now yer thinkin' hows that possible? Come on people ya got to admit I made you question it and my sanity but it's funny!
There must be a built in timer in me head or somethun. No I don't fall asleep but it sure helps me to relax.
I caught a few episodes of Smallville when it first aired. I found it to be a simple fun little show about a mild mannered young Clark Kent growing up. I then lost track of that show. TNT is showing it in reruns now, so I started watching it sporadically. (( Man ain't that a word s-p-o-r-a-d-i-c-a-l-l-y, whow-wee! ))
Well seems I missed a heap o shows! I've got interested in it again. WHOW-WEE . . .
Okay I admit I read comic books as a kid, and my fav was Superman and grew up watching the old Superman television show with George Reeves and saw all of the Superman movies with Christopher Reeves, and . . . watched the television show Lois and Clark and all the Superman movies made. Okay, okay, okay, I admit to being a kid at heart! The latest one I found too overblown with computerization effects and just too overdone! Well that's the way it seems to be done today.
I do not go to movie theaters, haven't in 15 years, ironically enough the last movie I saw there was Superman, the one that was out at that time.
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I must admit to you, I recently found myself caught up in the goal of posting 30 post for May, I was going along rather well until the weekend of the 24 th, I began forcing it. After writing numerous post that weekend and reading them a couple days later, the fun was gone. I now realize if it ain't fun, it ain't right for me. That don't mean I cannot write when I'm down, it means not forcing it! It recently has been fun after a long layoff when I went back to day shift after 10 years. I've been back on the dreaded graveyard shift for close to a year now. ((The leap into the grave should be easier. hahaha ))
This whole endeavor going on four years was about a new hobby in my later years.
(( Two burnt out second hand computers and about six keyboards I hit over me head a lurnin' to type, yucks the hardest thing I've ever done and I'll be a lurnin' the PROPERNESS OF English till the day I die! ))
I use to be a real hands on man, age and deteriorating health has turned into this. This is my hobby and I want it to be fun.
ALL I WANNA DO IS BE ME, ALL OF ME AND LET YOU SEE ME FOR WHAT I AM!! Goodnight
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Sunday, May 25, 2014
Circus And Virtual Reality
Once more I return to the sanctuary of "My Circus." That circus be me, and all the acts, in my mind. Please do not feel for me, because I wrote that post "Lingering Death." That's a part you and I will face, and must face. I've decided to face it head on. We cannot hold it back, to do so would be an impossible right? Of course. I'm totally honest to you, maybe too much so, is that bad? I think not, after all, I think no more, no less than you do, I just try and put it into words. That's why this format is so special, cleansing! There is nothing better in reading something where the writer and reader are interlocked looking for the puzzle pieces!
Most assuredly life is one big, "Big Top." Even in my small neck of the woods you cannot get away from "The Circus." The longer I survive this madcap world of ours, the more I seem to learn about it, then the realization hits me, I don't want to! Personally, I think the Ringmaster has left the "Big Top," from mind boggling frustration! He has flown the coup and let all the animals loose to do whatever they want! NOBODY'S in charge! It's not funny anymore!
Once we had the flying trapeze act flying effortless through the air. Breath-taking, as we sit on the edge of our seats, shaking our heads, spilling popcorn as we clap bravo, bravo! The Lion Tamer, with just a whip and a chair against the big fanged beast, growling scaring us too death!. The lady riding the horse around the ring, well . . . she was off and on that horse with so much ease, beautiful!!! From the Lion to the cute little Organ Monkey. The gigantic elephant so big, so agile, so mind numbing as it behaves better than my dog. The magic, the smell, the fun! The Circus once was . . . "The Biggest Show On Earth!"
We, that live in this modern world of everything at our fingertips with "Virtual Reality," we have missed the boat as far as the excitement, the thrills, the wonderful imagination, damn it! "THE BIGGEST SHOW ON EARTH!"
I find this "Virtual Reality" disturbing!
VIRTUAL REALITY is the projection upon the five senses artificial stimuli. This can be used to create illusions [imaginary worlds] that can be stimulated on a computer.
VIRTUAL is being such practically or in effect, although not in actual fact.
VIRTUALLY is nearly: almost, but not quite.
Above in the virtual words above is words such as, illusions, [ imaginary worlds] being such practically, although not in actual fact, nearly, almost, BUT NOT QUITE!!!
This world has lost The Circus for the Virtual?
I must retreat To The Sanctuary Of My Circus!
The Circus was once . . .where . . . we could IMAGINE!
For without IMAGINATION I'd rather die!
Within my mind, I IMAGINE "The Circus" for what it was meant to be!
Today "The Circus" Has become a mind altering place not of IMAGINAION, but of control!
PLEASE JOIN ME IN "MY CIRCUS," WHERE A CIRCUS, IS AS, A CIRCUS, WAS MEANT TO BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most assuredly life is one big, "Big Top." Even in my small neck of the woods you cannot get away from "The Circus." The longer I survive this madcap world of ours, the more I seem to learn about it, then the realization hits me, I don't want to! Personally, I think the Ringmaster has left the "Big Top," from mind boggling frustration! He has flown the coup and let all the animals loose to do whatever they want! NOBODY'S in charge! It's not funny anymore!
Once we had the flying trapeze act flying effortless through the air. Breath-taking, as we sit on the edge of our seats, shaking our heads, spilling popcorn as we clap bravo, bravo! The Lion Tamer, with just a whip and a chair against the big fanged beast, growling scaring us too death!. The lady riding the horse around the ring, well . . . she was off and on that horse with so much ease, beautiful!!! From the Lion to the cute little Organ Monkey. The gigantic elephant so big, so agile, so mind numbing as it behaves better than my dog. The magic, the smell, the fun! The Circus once was . . . "The Biggest Show On Earth!"
We, that live in this modern world of everything at our fingertips with "Virtual Reality," we have missed the boat as far as the excitement, the thrills, the wonderful imagination, damn it! "THE BIGGEST SHOW ON EARTH!"
I find this "Virtual Reality" disturbing!
VIRTUAL REALITY is the projection upon the five senses artificial stimuli. This can be used to create illusions [imaginary worlds] that can be stimulated on a computer.
VIRTUAL is being such practically or in effect, although not in actual fact.
VIRTUALLY is nearly: almost, but not quite.
Above in the virtual words above is words such as, illusions, [ imaginary worlds] being such practically, although not in actual fact, nearly, almost, BUT NOT QUITE!!!
This world has lost The Circus for the Virtual?
I must retreat To The Sanctuary Of My Circus!
The Circus was once . . .where . . . we could IMAGINE!
For without IMAGINATION I'd rather die!
Within my mind, I IMAGINE "The Circus" for what it was meant to be!
Today "The Circus" Has become a mind altering place not of IMAGINAION, but of control!
PLEASE JOIN ME IN "MY CIRCUS," WHERE A CIRCUS, IS AS, A CIRCUS, WAS MEANT TO BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, May 24, 2014
YESTERDAY'S POST CONTINUES!
I gather here tonight in front of the "GREAT LIGHT."
( You're, . . . wait, wait, wait . . . hold them horses, cowpokes, and cowgirls! Qwestion, do you prefer you're or yer, when I talk to y'all? )
(( I done went and forgot what I was going to say! Does that ever, happen to y'all? ))
LET ME SEE IF I CAN GET BACK ON TRACK BY RETYPING THE FIRST SENTENCE OF THIS HERE POST or THEY'LL POSSIBLY NOT BE ONE TODAY! REBOOT YA SEE!
I gather here today in front of "THE GREAT LIGHT." I type in the dark. Now that does not come as a surprise to you . . . DOES IT? Man o man, I just love a ferking with these here wurds! You know I just bet you, I can ferk any word up. How many people you know who can't spell the proper spelling to ferkin"?
A thought just smack-dabbed me, whilst runnin' through me sinus headache.
Yer thinkin' rite now, "ahh, does poor Glen have a sinus headache?"
"NO!" why would you think that?
"LAND SAKES . . . HONEY, YOU'RE OUT OF CONTROL!"
"Who said that?"
MAYBE, I SHOULD JUST CHANGE THE TITLE OF THIS POST TO "YESTERDAY'S POST CONTINUES." THAT HAS A MIGHTY NICE RING TO IT. TROUBLE IS, I DON'T REMEMBER TOO MUCH ABOUT YESTERDAY'S POST! ((( Imagine that! )))
I GOT TO GET AWAY FROM THIS DARN POST, FER AWHILE. I'MMA GONNA CHANGE CHANNELS AND WATCH T. V. FER A SPELL. In case I ferget to come back, just reread yesterday's post!
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How it is three hours later. I eased my lazy boy, lazy chair back, place a throw over me. Me and the dog took us a nap. My dog can nap anytime, anyplace. I'd planned to watch one of them Law And Order shows, that seem to always be on. Relaxation my ass! I went to sleep! Have no idea who got killed, oh well there be a hundred other shows showing death. I did not miss nothing!!!!
I confess to being silly, that's what keeps me a going. You know even though I know my mind pretty good, I think there is much uncharted, territory and I want to explore it! Please tag along with me as I search the far corners of my unused cranium OR just maybe a wandering soul will swoosh down tired of wandering and be a ghost writer! U shit . . . I'd LOVE IT!!!
( You're, . . . wait, wait, wait . . . hold them horses, cowpokes, and cowgirls! Qwestion, do you prefer you're or yer, when I talk to y'all? )
(( I done went and forgot what I was going to say! Does that ever, happen to y'all? ))
LET ME SEE IF I CAN GET BACK ON TRACK BY RETYPING THE FIRST SENTENCE OF THIS HERE POST or THEY'LL POSSIBLY NOT BE ONE TODAY! REBOOT YA SEE!
I gather here today in front of "THE GREAT LIGHT." I type in the dark. Now that does not come as a surprise to you . . . DOES IT? Man o man, I just love a ferking with these here wurds! You know I just bet you, I can ferk any word up. How many people you know who can't spell the proper spelling to ferkin"?
A thought just smack-dabbed me, whilst runnin' through me sinus headache.
Yer thinkin' rite now, "ahh, does poor Glen have a sinus headache?"
"NO!" why would you think that?
"LAND SAKES . . . HONEY, YOU'RE OUT OF CONTROL!"
"Who said that?"
MAYBE, I SHOULD JUST CHANGE THE TITLE OF THIS POST TO "YESTERDAY'S POST CONTINUES." THAT HAS A MIGHTY NICE RING TO IT. TROUBLE IS, I DON'T REMEMBER TOO MUCH ABOUT YESTERDAY'S POST! ((( Imagine that! )))
I GOT TO GET AWAY FROM THIS DARN POST, FER AWHILE. I'MMA GONNA CHANGE CHANNELS AND WATCH T. V. FER A SPELL. In case I ferget to come back, just reread yesterday's post!
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How it is three hours later. I eased my lazy boy, lazy chair back, place a throw over me. Me and the dog took us a nap. My dog can nap anytime, anyplace. I'd planned to watch one of them Law And Order shows, that seem to always be on. Relaxation my ass! I went to sleep! Have no idea who got killed, oh well there be a hundred other shows showing death. I did not miss nothing!!!!
I confess to being silly, that's what keeps me a going. You know even though I know my mind pretty good, I think there is much uncharted, territory and I want to explore it! Please tag along with me as I search the far corners of my unused cranium OR just maybe a wandering soul will swoosh down tired of wandering and be a ghost writer! U shit . . . I'd LOVE IT!!!
Friday, May 23, 2014
Pushed To My Limit . . . One . . . More TIME.!
WARNING!!! WARNING!!! CAUTION!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
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Another day, another dollar, or how much change we actually have left to spend, out of that original dollar!
The title today comes from an old song, "Take it to the limit, one more time." I cannot remember who did that song. "The Eagles," what's the hells a matter with me? ( Please don't answer that! ah-ha-ha-ha! ) Seems like only yesterday me and mine bought that album. ALBUUMM!!! Yep! sure-nuff, gave away my age on that one!!! Enough of going down nostalgia lane!
How you doing? ME . . . I'm a hanging in there. That be a heap better than a hanging, wouldn't you say? I pretty much always have my sense of humor, it's always on the surface, a ready to pop out! I can be thinkin' negatory thou8ghts, ( Where the hell did that 8 come from? Here I be set to talka 'bout that there new word I come up with negatory, and that damn 8 come outta . . . no where's.)
Well seems I be in a fun mood, that's a hell of a lot better than a "negatory" mood, ain't it?
A couple of hours ago I came home from work and I had the title of this post, "Pushed to my limit, one more time. I was tiredier, than a borrowed mule. ( Tiredier means more tired, only I like a tiredier better okay!? )
(((( I THINK I BETTER TELL YA! THROW OUT PROPERNESS, AS IN E-N-G-L-I-S-H . . . RIGHT OUT THE BACK DOOR! )))
Here I go from really, tired to really silly, in just a couple hours, Shows you just how the television can impact the brain waves, err at least mine! I been rejuvenated!!!
Rejuvenated means to turn back the clock, make young again. Shite . . . it ainna like that I just got a wee bit of an adrenalin rush from the caffeine I been a drinkin' who-wee, I'll take it whenever and wherever I can. Damn! I lost a hold, a this post, a for, I ever had it!!!
( Don't a tell me they ain't a dumbing down us citizens, look-ee at what I just said! )
It does not take much to push me to my limit anymore! My lifetime of patience has been USED up! Uh ha! Why? Damn . . . don't you come into contact with the wierdos I do, in my little world? It has become so bad, that they come out now i9n the daylight!
(((Do you see that, that damn 9 jumped right in my word in, what the hell is going on, aliens are a tryin' to take over my mind! I ainna gonna let 'em! )))
I was going to try and make a point! I do believe I've ttally lost that point.
(((There it goes again somebody stoled my o in totally! ))) (((((( I hate that red underlining crap! I wanted to use the word stoled, there it is again!)))))
The proper wording may be this, I'll rewrite the sentence for properness this is a smart-fucking computer!
There it goes again, somebody has stolen my o in totally. ((Damno . . . it took it, this tome, hook line and sinker. Ah,ha, ha, ha, ha who got the last laugh on that one!!! ))
LOOKEE it did not put a red underlining mark on smart-fucking!
I read somewhere just this week about A. I. Artificial Intelligence! Stating that soon computers will be smarter than people.
Dat, ainna, nevur, gonna happun! noo waey Jose!
I just have one question fer y'all. Do you prefer the computer's corrected words OR MINE?????
JUST ANOTHER DAY HERE IN GLENVIEW. SCARRY AIN'T IT??????
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Another day, another dollar, or how much change we actually have left to spend, out of that original dollar!
The title today comes from an old song, "Take it to the limit, one more time." I cannot remember who did that song. "The Eagles," what's the hells a matter with me? ( Please don't answer that! ah-ha-ha-ha! ) Seems like only yesterday me and mine bought that album. ALBUUMM!!! Yep! sure-nuff, gave away my age on that one!!! Enough of going down nostalgia lane!
How you doing? ME . . . I'm a hanging in there. That be a heap better than a hanging, wouldn't you say? I pretty much always have my sense of humor, it's always on the surface, a ready to pop out! I can be thinkin' negatory thou8ghts, ( Where the hell did that 8 come from? Here I be set to talka 'bout that there new word I come up with negatory, and that damn 8 come outta . . . no where's.)
Well seems I be in a fun mood, that's a hell of a lot better than a "negatory" mood, ain't it?
A couple of hours ago I came home from work and I had the title of this post, "Pushed to my limit, one more time. I was tiredier, than a borrowed mule. ( Tiredier means more tired, only I like a tiredier better okay!? )
(((( I THINK I BETTER TELL YA! THROW OUT PROPERNESS, AS IN E-N-G-L-I-S-H . . . RIGHT OUT THE BACK DOOR! )))
Here I go from really, tired to really silly, in just a couple hours, Shows you just how the television can impact the brain waves, err at least mine! I been rejuvenated!!!
Rejuvenated means to turn back the clock, make young again. Shite . . . it ainna like that I just got a wee bit of an adrenalin rush from the caffeine I been a drinkin' who-wee, I'll take it whenever and wherever I can. Damn! I lost a hold, a this post, a for, I ever had it!!!
( Don't a tell me they ain't a dumbing down us citizens, look-ee at what I just said! )
It does not take much to push me to my limit anymore! My lifetime of patience has been USED up! Uh ha! Why? Damn . . . don't you come into contact with the wierdos I do, in my little world? It has become so bad, that they come out now i9n the daylight!
(((Do you see that, that damn 9 jumped right in my word in, what the hell is going on, aliens are a tryin' to take over my mind! I ainna gonna let 'em! )))
I was going to try and make a point! I do believe I've ttally lost that point.
(((There it goes again somebody stoled my o in totally! ))) (((((( I hate that red underlining crap! I wanted to use the word stoled, there it is again!)))))
The proper wording may be this, I'll rewrite the sentence for properness this is a smart-fucking computer!
There it goes again, somebody has stolen my o in totally. ((Damno . . . it took it, this tome, hook line and sinker. Ah,ha, ha, ha, ha who got the last laugh on that one!!! ))
LOOKEE it did not put a red underlining mark on smart-fucking!
I read somewhere just this week about A. I. Artificial Intelligence! Stating that soon computers will be smarter than people.
Dat, ainna, nevur, gonna happun! noo waey Jose!
I just have one question fer y'all. Do you prefer the computer's corrected words OR MINE?????
JUST ANOTHER DAY HERE IN GLENVIEW. SCARRY AIN'T IT??????
Thursday, May 22, 2014
I Dare Not!
This post was written in the early AM Monday 5/19 right after the post Lingering Death.
I dare not sleep! Seems for some reason my mind's not gathering dust, but is at full attention! I be not used to that, clarity is something new to me. I've no idea why, but intend to make the most of it, till I can go no more, and stumble to my bed. I've completed several posts in the last two hours even after taking my medicine, most unusual for me. After taking my meds usually it's lights out baby! I completed the post "LINGERING DEATH" in a matter of minutes. That was the most amazing piece I've ever written. I typed it non-atop, did a Ghost writer do it! Wow, is all I can say about that one.
My recent dreams have been off the "Dream-o-meter scale!" Seems I have to be either physically worn out, or sickness of some kind. I believe I stay in bed longer and that may be the reason. If I understand when we dream we're not in deep sleep. All I know is some of my dreams are what keeps this old boy going. There's these dreams in which I'm flying that are my absolute favorite. Example is the latest one after mush difficulty with people I simply leave start running, only to have my arms become wings and take off like a big bird. What is so amazing I can feel my arms sprout wings and I lift off flying effortlessly! The sensation of flying is unlike non other feeling I've experienced in a dream, "beautiful! exhilarating! wonderful!"
Right at this moment I feel good, but I must get some rest for work tonight, if only I could take this rejuvenation with me. My quest, although at times I did not know, is to log my everyday thoughts and feelings. We're one and the same you and I! We just do not know, nor understand because too much stands in our way. No not distance, the ones above us who are always trying to control us, our every thoughts. We're to be tracked through so many different ways in the modern world of technology.
I like to watch "The Animal Planet" as long as there's no killing. There's this show I really like called "Orangutan Island."
To save this endangered species from extinction an island Orangutan Island was created and orphaned Orangutan's are introduced to this island to keep their species alive.
Where am I going with this you ask? Seems to me "The Ones in charge," and we all know it ain't us even though they say "voting counts." If approximately one percent of the world's population controls all the money, then who ya think is in control.
THIS IS THREE DAYS LATER I'M READING THIS PIECE TRYING TO BRING MIND BACK TO THIS POST.
UNLIKE THE ORANGUTAN CERTAIN INDIVIDUALS ARE ATTEMPTING TO SAVE THEM FROM EXTINCTION, WE AS IN HUMANS ARE BEING MANIPULATED AND WILL BE AROUND, BUT WE ARE DYING OFF MENTALLY, LOSING THE ABILITIES THAT ONCE MADE US SO DAMN SPECIAL.
INSTEAD OF KINGS, QUEENS OVER A COUNTRY CONTROLLING THEIR PEASANTS IT'S NOW GLOBALLY!!!
I dare not sleep! Seems for some reason my mind's not gathering dust, but is at full attention! I be not used to that, clarity is something new to me. I've no idea why, but intend to make the most of it, till I can go no more, and stumble to my bed. I've completed several posts in the last two hours even after taking my medicine, most unusual for me. After taking my meds usually it's lights out baby! I completed the post "LINGERING DEATH" in a matter of minutes. That was the most amazing piece I've ever written. I typed it non-atop, did a Ghost writer do it! Wow, is all I can say about that one.
My recent dreams have been off the "Dream-o-meter scale!" Seems I have to be either physically worn out, or sickness of some kind. I believe I stay in bed longer and that may be the reason. If I understand when we dream we're not in deep sleep. All I know is some of my dreams are what keeps this old boy going. There's these dreams in which I'm flying that are my absolute favorite. Example is the latest one after mush difficulty with people I simply leave start running, only to have my arms become wings and take off like a big bird. What is so amazing I can feel my arms sprout wings and I lift off flying effortlessly! The sensation of flying is unlike non other feeling I've experienced in a dream, "beautiful! exhilarating! wonderful!"
Right at this moment I feel good, but I must get some rest for work tonight, if only I could take this rejuvenation with me. My quest, although at times I did not know, is to log my everyday thoughts and feelings. We're one and the same you and I! We just do not know, nor understand because too much stands in our way. No not distance, the ones above us who are always trying to control us, our every thoughts. We're to be tracked through so many different ways in the modern world of technology.
I like to watch "The Animal Planet" as long as there's no killing. There's this show I really like called "Orangutan Island."
To save this endangered species from extinction an island Orangutan Island was created and orphaned Orangutan's are introduced to this island to keep their species alive.
Where am I going with this you ask? Seems to me "The Ones in charge," and we all know it ain't us even though they say "voting counts." If approximately one percent of the world's population controls all the money, then who ya think is in control.
THIS IS THREE DAYS LATER I'M READING THIS PIECE TRYING TO BRING MIND BACK TO THIS POST.
UNLIKE THE ORANGUTAN CERTAIN INDIVIDUALS ARE ATTEMPTING TO SAVE THEM FROM EXTINCTION, WE AS IN HUMANS ARE BEING MANIPULATED AND WILL BE AROUND, BUT WE ARE DYING OFF MENTALLY, LOSING THE ABILITIES THAT ONCE MADE US SO DAMN SPECIAL.
INSTEAD OF KINGS, QUEENS OVER A COUNTRY CONTROLLING THEIR PEASANTS IT'S NOW GLOBALLY!!!
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
LINGERING DEATH
For some time now I've felt the beginning of the end. Slowly but surely the erosion of my body becoming merely a shell of what it once was. The only thing lying between the next go-round is my mind. Could be a long drawn out process of what dying is all about. It usually does not come as a deep sleep into the great beyond. I believe there lies waiting for us is the beginning of our old soul, becoming rejuvenated to the next level. You can read into my words whatever you wish. I do not believe the essence of who we are dies. I believe we're recreated in another fashion but not what theology says. Excuse me if I beg to differ! We do have that right still!
At times I find myself longing for the next step. Tiredness of the body seeps into my soul, only my mind seems steadfast at staying.
I see the young effortlessly enjoying life unaware, unknowing, uncaring of the disease of the old. How can they know, how can they feel what they don't understand, they haven't the foggiest notion of the aging process and the deterioration that comes!
WHY? It's absolutely something one has to experience to understand. I must gave my complete self to function at the working level, while they can do what I do with such ease. What I have in my favor is "been there, done that" over and over again.
WHY do I continue? I saw an old Chicago Hope show, probably 20 years ago that left an indelible impression upon me. A man faces certain death, a hopeless case soon to die, yet he wishes to see, just one more sunrise. Certain to die within hours, he begged a doctor to keep him alive to feel the sun on his face one more time. Surgery would give him just a few more hours. The hospital was not going to do this surgery. One Doctor risk his career to give this dying man one last wish. For some reason this dissolved my heart to tears and still remains at the forefront of my mind. Is that not beautiful or what?
WHY this post is being written? I do not know, WILL it be posted I do not know?
FOR whatever reason I dare to write such a post! I'm being completely honest to you and to myself. The only thing of importance I have to give is my thoughts. THAT'S why I do reckon this journey through the years through this format is WHY, I began this endeavor!!!
BELIEVE me when I say it's been a real hoot! My only regret is not of beginning this foray into writing earlier in my life span . . . ah but it was not yet meant to be. It was meant to be when I could truly enjoy and accept this journey! My body may be going south one ache, one pain at a time but my mind is crystal clear. Some people would beg to differ with you on that assumption.
AUTOMATIC WRITING, SPIRIT WRITING ETC. DOESN'T MATTER TO ME. I JUST KNOW I HAD THE WORDS "LINGERING DEATH" HIT ME. AS USUAL WHEN MY BODY TAKES MY MIND DOWN WHEN ILLNESS UPON OLD ACHES AND PAINS TAKES ME DOWN SEVERAL LAYERS AS IN MY MENTAL STATE.
I DO KNOW FOR WHATEVER THE REASON THIS WAS MEANT TO BE AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE AND VIEW IT AS "THE BEGINNING OF THE END" AS I WISH TO REMAIN AS LONG AS I CAN TO SHARE THROUGH IT ALL, THE HAPPINESS, THE TEARS, THE PAINS WE ALL WILL EXPERIENCE BEFORE "THE LINGERING DEATH" TAKES US AWAY!
As I search for new things to write about seems there only as close as my thoughts. Something simple yet profound in that last statement, don't you think?
ALL I CAN SAY IS THIS POST WAS MEANT TO BE BECAUSE IT WROTE ITSELF NONSTOP, WITHOUT LEAVING, NOR LOOKING AWAY FROM MY COMPUTER ONE TIME.
THERE MUST BE SOMETHING TO THAT AUTOMATIC WRITING HEAH?
Written at 8:15 in on 5/19/2014 Goodnight!
At times I find myself longing for the next step. Tiredness of the body seeps into my soul, only my mind seems steadfast at staying.
I see the young effortlessly enjoying life unaware, unknowing, uncaring of the disease of the old. How can they know, how can they feel what they don't understand, they haven't the foggiest notion of the aging process and the deterioration that comes!
WHY? It's absolutely something one has to experience to understand. I must gave my complete self to function at the working level, while they can do what I do with such ease. What I have in my favor is "been there, done that" over and over again.
WHY do I continue? I saw an old Chicago Hope show, probably 20 years ago that left an indelible impression upon me. A man faces certain death, a hopeless case soon to die, yet he wishes to see, just one more sunrise. Certain to die within hours, he begged a doctor to keep him alive to feel the sun on his face one more time. Surgery would give him just a few more hours. The hospital was not going to do this surgery. One Doctor risk his career to give this dying man one last wish. For some reason this dissolved my heart to tears and still remains at the forefront of my mind. Is that not beautiful or what?
WHY this post is being written? I do not know, WILL it be posted I do not know?
FOR whatever reason I dare to write such a post! I'm being completely honest to you and to myself. The only thing of importance I have to give is my thoughts. THAT'S why I do reckon this journey through the years through this format is WHY, I began this endeavor!!!
BELIEVE me when I say it's been a real hoot! My only regret is not of beginning this foray into writing earlier in my life span . . . ah but it was not yet meant to be. It was meant to be when I could truly enjoy and accept this journey! My body may be going south one ache, one pain at a time but my mind is crystal clear. Some people would beg to differ with you on that assumption.
AUTOMATIC WRITING, SPIRIT WRITING ETC. DOESN'T MATTER TO ME. I JUST KNOW I HAD THE WORDS "LINGERING DEATH" HIT ME. AS USUAL WHEN MY BODY TAKES MY MIND DOWN WHEN ILLNESS UPON OLD ACHES AND PAINS TAKES ME DOWN SEVERAL LAYERS AS IN MY MENTAL STATE.
I DO KNOW FOR WHATEVER THE REASON THIS WAS MEANT TO BE AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE AND VIEW IT AS "THE BEGINNING OF THE END" AS I WISH TO REMAIN AS LONG AS I CAN TO SHARE THROUGH IT ALL, THE HAPPINESS, THE TEARS, THE PAINS WE ALL WILL EXPERIENCE BEFORE "THE LINGERING DEATH" TAKES US AWAY!
As I search for new things to write about seems there only as close as my thoughts. Something simple yet profound in that last statement, don't you think?
ALL I CAN SAY IS THIS POST WAS MEANT TO BE BECAUSE IT WROTE ITSELF NONSTOP, WITHOUT LEAVING, NOR LOOKING AWAY FROM MY COMPUTER ONE TIME.
THERE MUST BE SOMETHING TO THAT AUTOMATIC WRITING HEAH?
Written at 8:15 in on 5/19/2014 Goodnight!
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
I COME BEFORE YOU!
I come before you with a heavy head. Yep you read right! Me head feels five times fuller.
What yee are askin'? ( I'm sure glad you ask, otherwise I could not answer!") At this exact moment in time it's 12:44 AM, 5/18/2014. My eyes are swollen from either allergies, sinus, err somethun, errr maybe stupidity. I can barely make out the words on my screen. Shite happens you know! Usually I get this in late April, every fricking year. I'd hoped to escape it this year but nooo!
(By the way I may leave all my misspellings in, simply because I don't feel like going back and ficin' them, plus I've ben wanting to write a post with all them left in.)
(What is ficin? I don't know but I find it funny, I'll say fixin' onle me fricked up! Yeah that's what it means!)
WHY? HELL . . . THAT'S JUST ME AND I GET A CHUCKLE AT SOME OF THE WURDS I COME UP WITH~!
Ya see the PROPERNESS of these here wurds, means diddly-squat to me. How can that be? I write fer the pure fun . .. those of you who follow me, a, a, ,a knows, I make up my own words and have no style. Some how the wurds said in my head are not the proper way sometimes, and I always go with what my mind says. WHY? Damn y'all out there ask a lot O qwestions tonite.
( Tell me now . . . did, or did you knot, comprehende the last sentence?)
Soo,,,, what do it matter?
I matters not to me. I'll be me, and you'll be you. That's what matters to me! Kain't be whom yer not, can try, but, the real you will come thru.
I cood be layin' down, a feeling surry fer me-self. I'd rather be sittin' here at the key-bored, with one hand holdin' my head up, and typin' with one hand, than to be in bed a fealing sorri for me-self. Sides I woodn't have anything to post.
"To Be Or Not To Be." ((( I just love that line!))
"To Be Or Nor To Be": Spoken by Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 1
To be or not to be; that is the question:
Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
To die to sleep no more: and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is here to, 'tis a consumption
Devoutly to be wish'd, To die to sleep:
To sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death What dreams may come
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Sheesh-ola! I think I'll take a chance at understanding what he's a sayin'! This ought to be a riot or not! I confess to not understanding Shakespeare. I also confess to not knowing proper English!
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TO die is nobler than to suffer, or to fight the pains of life. Eternal sleep shall end the heart aches. To live in dreams forevermore.
SHEESH!!! HE SOMETHUN AIN'T HE?
What yee are askin'? ( I'm sure glad you ask, otherwise I could not answer!") At this exact moment in time it's 12:44 AM, 5/18/2014. My eyes are swollen from either allergies, sinus, err somethun, errr maybe stupidity. I can barely make out the words on my screen. Shite happens you know! Usually I get this in late April, every fricking year. I'd hoped to escape it this year but nooo!
(By the way I may leave all my misspellings in, simply because I don't feel like going back and ficin' them, plus I've ben wanting to write a post with all them left in.)
(What is ficin? I don't know but I find it funny, I'll say fixin' onle me fricked up! Yeah that's what it means!)
WHY? HELL . . . THAT'S JUST ME AND I GET A CHUCKLE AT SOME OF THE WURDS I COME UP WITH~!
Ya see the PROPERNESS of these here wurds, means diddly-squat to me. How can that be? I write fer the pure fun . .. those of you who follow me, a, a, ,a knows, I make up my own words and have no style. Some how the wurds said in my head are not the proper way sometimes, and I always go with what my mind says. WHY? Damn y'all out there ask a lot O qwestions tonite.
( Tell me now . . . did, or did you knot, comprehende the last sentence?)
Soo,,,, what do it matter?
I matters not to me. I'll be me, and you'll be you. That's what matters to me! Kain't be whom yer not, can try, but, the real you will come thru.
I cood be layin' down, a feeling surry fer me-self. I'd rather be sittin' here at the key-bored, with one hand holdin' my head up, and typin' with one hand, than to be in bed a fealing sorri for me-self. Sides I woodn't have anything to post.
"To Be Or Not To Be." ((( I just love that line!))
"To Be Or Nor To Be": Spoken by Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 1
To be or not to be; that is the question:
Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
To die to sleep no more: and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is here to, 'tis a consumption
Devoutly to be wish'd, To die to sleep:
To sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death What dreams may come
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Sheesh-ola! I think I'll take a chance at understanding what he's a sayin'! This ought to be a riot or not! I confess to not understanding Shakespeare. I also confess to not knowing proper English!
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TO die is nobler than to suffer, or to fight the pains of life. Eternal sleep shall end the heart aches. To live in dreams forevermore.
SHEESH!!! HE SOMETHUN AIN'T HE?
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Rickety
Rickety, and me seem to belong together. Why? Well I'll expound on it a bit. I've been a mite rickety lately, and have the bruises to prove it! Unsteadiness comes with aging add, sleepiness, allergies and what do you get? "SPLAT" ON THE CEMENT! Not a good combination!
Could a been a lot worse I'd reckon, like riding a Harley without a helmet! BIG--SPLAT!!!
For a spell I have been losing my balance. Been losing my mind all my life! No I don't drink! Right 'bout now I feel tipsy though! Me body's a sayin' "bed time Bozo!" OOH WEE! I DO FEEL GOOD!
Must be that milk . . . I be a fixin' to drink!!! You just don't know what them cows are on, anymore!
They're probably drugged to the hilt! A coming out the tits and straight to our young-ins and old men like me who still drink milk instead of alcohol! Man oh man! I do love chocolate milk! I wonder what kind of medicine they administer to them milk cows that produce chocolate milk? Gots to think on that one, OR not!
I walk like a rickshaw with a bent rim after working for a few hours. I thought I just needed a new pair of shoes! Nope . . . need more than . . . SHOES!
As a lifetime bearer of hauling goods, and people's "asses," I be a GETTIN TIRED! Yes I am! I simply strive to earn a living for my family. Some days I must haul more than my share and I think I'm going to break down! Still I flounder my way through, SOMEHOW!
To dream, to type, to try again, another day, IS my life! Hafta, no other way! Who else gonna take my rickety old rickshaw into their fold. No one! They justa managing to keep their rickshaws a movin".
WE BEAR OUR LOAD UNTIL THE END, PROUDLY SO! NO HANDOUTS GIVEN! OTHERS PUSH THEIR LOAD ON US, LIKE AN OLD WORK MULE, PUSHING US BEYOND OUR LIMIT. ONE DAY SOON, THE RICKETY OLD RICKSHAW WILL STOP, NEVER TO ROLL AGAIN. WORN OUT, NOT FROM THE PHYSICAL LOAD, BUT THE BEARING OF FOOLISH, STUPIDITY! AHH, THERE BE SO MUCH OUT THERE THAT THE STRONGEST RICKSHAWS CANNOT BEAR THE LOAD OF MENTAL STUPIDITY!!!
Could a been a lot worse I'd reckon, like riding a Harley without a helmet! BIG--SPLAT!!!
For a spell I have been losing my balance. Been losing my mind all my life! No I don't drink! Right 'bout now I feel tipsy though! Me body's a sayin' "bed time Bozo!" OOH WEE! I DO FEEL GOOD!
Must be that milk . . . I be a fixin' to drink!!! You just don't know what them cows are on, anymore!
They're probably drugged to the hilt! A coming out the tits and straight to our young-ins and old men like me who still drink milk instead of alcohol! Man oh man! I do love chocolate milk! I wonder what kind of medicine they administer to them milk cows that produce chocolate milk? Gots to think on that one, OR not!
I walk like a rickshaw with a bent rim after working for a few hours. I thought I just needed a new pair of shoes! Nope . . . need more than . . . SHOES!
As a lifetime bearer of hauling goods, and people's "asses," I be a GETTIN TIRED! Yes I am! I simply strive to earn a living for my family. Some days I must haul more than my share and I think I'm going to break down! Still I flounder my way through, SOMEHOW!
To dream, to type, to try again, another day, IS my life! Hafta, no other way! Who else gonna take my rickety old rickshaw into their fold. No one! They justa managing to keep their rickshaws a movin".
WE BEAR OUR LOAD UNTIL THE END, PROUDLY SO! NO HANDOUTS GIVEN! OTHERS PUSH THEIR LOAD ON US, LIKE AN OLD WORK MULE, PUSHING US BEYOND OUR LIMIT. ONE DAY SOON, THE RICKETY OLD RICKSHAW WILL STOP, NEVER TO ROLL AGAIN. WORN OUT, NOT FROM THE PHYSICAL LOAD, BUT THE BEARING OF FOOLISH, STUPIDITY! AHH, THERE BE SO MUCH OUT THERE THAT THE STRONGEST RICKSHAWS CANNOT BEAR THE LOAD OF MENTAL STUPIDITY!!!
Saturday, May 17, 2014
A TRIPPIN'!
Welcome to my world. So glad you are a visitin'. Please read for awhile at my meandering madness, of an odd, old man. I be as pleased like I been a drinkin' alcohol in the punchbowl. I been gettin' hits from all around this ol' world, that maketh my little world, so special, to yours truly!!!
I read just this week where the younger generation does not read much. That makes me so sad, but makes sense in the modern world, "don't it?" Sure enuff! They be doing too much other things to rot them young forming minds! Ain't that a shame?
Per usual, at work I come up with many ideas I wish to explore. I find it quite entertaining. The reason so, is a few words embed themselves, flashing quickly across my mind, accompanied by a thought or emotion. Why this entertains me is, here I be a workin' while focusing all my remaining faculties to run my machines, out of no where, it rises up, disappearing just as fast. I've tried writing the words down or remember the feeling, but later as I sit here at the keyboard, the words go south without me! I then try making the words I've written down as the title, but No, I cannot bring the flash, the feeling, the emotion back! DAMN! It seemed so special for the blink of an eye.
At the end of my day, I sit down and type whatever comes. I keep on typing and let my mind play whatever game it wants. I mostly happen upon a word that kick-starts me brain, and away I go. I actually type what I find amusing, and wherever me mind be!
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IT'S NOW A FEW HOURS LATER AND HERE GOES SOMETHIN! (I HOPE!")
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I've been watching some tele-vis-ion, and read some headlines on my homepage. I just shake my head.
What this old fat man wants to know? "Who gives a rat's ass about Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber???"
Who is this "Sam" there talking about?
Poor Danica denied the All Star Race! Once again "Who gives a rat's ass?"
Michael Douglas and Zeta-Jones take a trip, "who cares me and my cousins been a doing that fer years, and never have to leave the farm!" My cousin Jim Ray Earl Bob brings us some hand wrapped cig-a-rettes, I supply the Budweiser and before long we're hanging from the windmill, running around full of life. We kain't afford no private Limo's and jets to jet away to the fanciest, smanciest, richer than rich places on this here planet!!!
What we do, do though, is drive around in James Roy Bob's Jacked up Chevrolet Pick Up Truck. He had it camouflaged so no one would see us, riding around in the back smoking, hollering and a drinkin'!
NO! NO! I BE HAVING SOME FUN WITH YOU ON THAT. I BE TOO OLD FER THAT NOW.
((((Although I do think a toke of some good somethin', somethin' once in a while would a perk this here old man right up when the world and illnesses be a gettin' the best of him! Amen on that!!! ))))
Let me see if I can remember anything else I read!
GM hit with a 35 million dollar penalty. "Shazam, we gonna be a gettin' like a nickel in comparison to all them billions we loaned/give 'em!
$40,000 found in thrift store couch. Now that's a story!!!
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The part up above was written last night. Now is a new day and I have spent time in Dreamville. That's the only kind of tripping I do now. Well that's not the total truth! I do trip as in falling, if I move too fast, but that be an old age clumsy thing. I have learned to roll with the punches, I mean fall and roll, with the fall. Get up wipe the shit off and go at 'em again! "Ya see, shit don't stick unless ya allow it to!"
I had what I though was a most interesting though last night as I drove home from work. THERE'S SO MANY GALAXIES OUT THERE IN THE GREAT BEYOND. WE LIVE A LIFE IN ONE AND THE FORM OF EACH, THEM WE MOVE TO THE NEXT. AIN'T THAT REALLY COOL, JUST THINK OF THAT. WE NEVER REALLY DIE, JUST CHANGE ENERGY TO MATCH THE NEXT TRIP. NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL A TRIP!!! WOULD NOT MATTER WHETHER YOUR RICH OR FAMOUS. INSTEAD OF ME TAKING A TRIP DOWN HERE ON THE FARM, I COULD TAKE ME A TRIP, AFTER TRIP, AFTER TRIP!!!!!!!!!
I read just this week where the younger generation does not read much. That makes me so sad, but makes sense in the modern world, "don't it?" Sure enuff! They be doing too much other things to rot them young forming minds! Ain't that a shame?
Per usual, at work I come up with many ideas I wish to explore. I find it quite entertaining. The reason so, is a few words embed themselves, flashing quickly across my mind, accompanied by a thought or emotion. Why this entertains me is, here I be a workin' while focusing all my remaining faculties to run my machines, out of no where, it rises up, disappearing just as fast. I've tried writing the words down or remember the feeling, but later as I sit here at the keyboard, the words go south without me! I then try making the words I've written down as the title, but No, I cannot bring the flash, the feeling, the emotion back! DAMN! It seemed so special for the blink of an eye.
At the end of my day, I sit down and type whatever comes. I keep on typing and let my mind play whatever game it wants. I mostly happen upon a word that kick-starts me brain, and away I go. I actually type what I find amusing, and wherever me mind be!
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IT'S NOW A FEW HOURS LATER AND HERE GOES SOMETHIN! (I HOPE!")
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I've been watching some tele-vis-ion, and read some headlines on my homepage. I just shake my head.
What this old fat man wants to know? "Who gives a rat's ass about Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber???"
Who is this "Sam" there talking about?
Poor Danica denied the All Star Race! Once again "Who gives a rat's ass?"
Michael Douglas and Zeta-Jones take a trip, "who cares me and my cousins been a doing that fer years, and never have to leave the farm!" My cousin Jim Ray Earl Bob brings us some hand wrapped cig-a-rettes, I supply the Budweiser and before long we're hanging from the windmill, running around full of life. We kain't afford no private Limo's and jets to jet away to the fanciest, smanciest, richer than rich places on this here planet!!!
What we do, do though, is drive around in James Roy Bob's Jacked up Chevrolet Pick Up Truck. He had it camouflaged so no one would see us, riding around in the back smoking, hollering and a drinkin'!
NO! NO! I BE HAVING SOME FUN WITH YOU ON THAT. I BE TOO OLD FER THAT NOW.
((((Although I do think a toke of some good somethin', somethin' once in a while would a perk this here old man right up when the world and illnesses be a gettin' the best of him! Amen on that!!! ))))
Let me see if I can remember anything else I read!
GM hit with a 35 million dollar penalty. "Shazam, we gonna be a gettin' like a nickel in comparison to all them billions we loaned/give 'em!
$40,000 found in thrift store couch. Now that's a story!!!
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The part up above was written last night. Now is a new day and I have spent time in Dreamville. That's the only kind of tripping I do now. Well that's not the total truth! I do trip as in falling, if I move too fast, but that be an old age clumsy thing. I have learned to roll with the punches, I mean fall and roll, with the fall. Get up wipe the shit off and go at 'em again! "Ya see, shit don't stick unless ya allow it to!"
I had what I though was a most interesting though last night as I drove home from work. THERE'S SO MANY GALAXIES OUT THERE IN THE GREAT BEYOND. WE LIVE A LIFE IN ONE AND THE FORM OF EACH, THEM WE MOVE TO THE NEXT. AIN'T THAT REALLY COOL, JUST THINK OF THAT. WE NEVER REALLY DIE, JUST CHANGE ENERGY TO MATCH THE NEXT TRIP. NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL A TRIP!!! WOULD NOT MATTER WHETHER YOUR RICH OR FAMOUS. INSTEAD OF ME TAKING A TRIP DOWN HERE ON THE FARM, I COULD TAKE ME A TRIP, AFTER TRIP, AFTER TRIP!!!!!!!!!
Friday, May 16, 2014
A Little History!
Hello there, it's ME! Let me see what I learned today. This part of my post should it become a post is where I prime the pump. Get me mind a floein', don't a matter what it is, just get the thang a rollin'.
(Okay right here is why I love this stuff, you thought I was a goin' to say shit, didn't ya?) ((before that I used the word floen, that be actually flowin', but That was a typo that I liked, so I gonna, leave it in! I gonna, create my own, vocabulary! Yes I is! I like it!!!))
What I love hate 'bout work is . . . I just done one of them oxymoron things. Love hate, that is soo cool! Just popped right out a me brain. I'm a rollin' already, and ain't said diddly-squat. That means anything at all.
Ya see I never bothered to learn English . . . to fricking boring! I figured back then after I lurned to read, I read a lot!
(This right here, is what I be a talkin' 'about!!! In the earlier sentence, I used read, and read, one meaning read, like reed, but the other read, is red! You tell me how this language makes any sense? )
I best explain at least a tad. The subject English starting around the seventh grade bored me too no end. I knew the normal usual lurning stuff, such as, the readin', ritin and rithmetic stuff, you know.
What more is a younin, gonna need, to work in factories all his life, sheesh . . . I worked real good at readin', could rite, and really good at that rithmetic shit! What do I need anymore than that, huh?
Okay! okay! okay! I was a really good and I thought smart, until them dumbass educators decided to kick it up a notch on this here youngin'. They decide to introduce me to other subjects in middle school. Nobody asked me, they just started adding a bunch o other subjects. After all I grew up readin' Mark Twain, he done went and taught me, all I would ever need to know! Remember now I'm from the hilly country, as in hills and hollers poor. Today they would call my family as livin' green, you know livin' off the land! Back then we was called poor, country people, possibly hillbilly, I'd reckon.
What were I a sayin' before? Oh yeah, how much educatin, a poor boy gonna need to work in a factory? I was already waay ahead of all my family on my Daddy's side. My Grandpa never lurned to read and write till age 62. He were too busy a workin', earnin' a livin' ya know, survivin';. So when he had some time after retirin' he went to school, and lurned how to read and write. Isn't than somethun? I think so! He wanted to read that bible, didn't want noo-body a tellin' him what the bible said! He was gonna read it himself, and he did!
Back to this over-educatin' stuff. I be a right fine student, then they go crazy with me. Geography, History, Algebra and so much other stuff, made my mind swell up like a balloon, and I thought it was going to bust!
To the subject I absolutely feared . . . English!!! Them teachers "tried" to teach me all these rules and such. I ain't never had to afore! I could talk English, write enough English, for a lifetime of welding and factory work. All these proper rules, fried me brain! Damn! I ain't going to college, not going to be a scientist, sure as hell ainna gonna teach no kids, as in being a teacher. DAMN!!!
My tenth grade English teacher was talking about Shakespeare, how good he was, read some of his work to the class. I think to myself "WHAT! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS MAN A TALKIN' 'BOUT? HE TALK LIKE THAT WHERE I GREW UP, HE WOULD HAVE A LABEL PUT ON HIM REAL QUICK! IT WOULD BE A SIMPLE ONE!!!
I reckon that's enough of nothing for tonight. Hope you received a smile or a chuckle at my expense, goodnight now, y'all come back now' ya here, or is it hear!!!!
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Clarify
Firstly . . . I say that now before I forget it. Oh! I just realised somethin'! I ain't said it yet . . . well old age and just coming home from the Idiot factory, can wreak havoc, ya know? Well ya can't know, because you don't work there with me. Man o man, I have lost this post in the first sentence.
I best back up because I was going to tell you somethin'. I ya remember, I been a gettin' a heap o hits as of late, as of the last week. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
Another thang (I know it's suppose to be thing, I just like the sound of thang and I be in a right fine mood, let's go with the flow.) I am reading Crime And Punishment again, I thought . . . I believe I'll try condensing the first chapter, and guess what, I did, yep! Since I have been getting a slew of hits on the summary of chapter 3, I may just post this and see how y'all like it. Okay here's how it will go IF, I say "If", I get me some hits on it like I have been getting on the summary of chapter 3, I shall go for another chapter say once a month. I have reduced it by about half, so will see how it goes before I proceed.
I've found another way to bring my mind back from "the looney place where's I make my money. Me mind be some where's else while I be at work. I leave it in my Mercury Mountaineer before going inside. It's safe locked up in my Mercury, only when I take it inside with me do I have trouble, it don't come back.
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I wrote the first part of this when I first came home. Right now it is about two hours later, there was something I was going to add to the first part, but the funniness has escaped me. I will explain what I was going to discuss. The important thing to remember is . . . When I first come home I'm tired and want to relax, my mind or mood will be different than say right at this moment. Sometimes I will sit down first at the computer and type a little just to see where it goes, Example is the first part of this post or at least I hope I post it. I'll read a few stories on my home page and found some of them pretty darn STUPID. I actually will get a few smiles at some of the moronic shit. I sometimes cringe at what the newspapers try to get their hook into you with, BUT some of this stuff? I may read a few tid bits of these funnies to bring myself down from the "reality, of reality!" shite! I may of stepped into shite! "Reality of reality, what?"
Well as I was cruising along seeming to make sense, then . . . I'll try to recapture my line of thinking and you know that ain't easy!
I'll attempt summarizing, to clarify myself, using Glen's secret code. Key words I'll type so, two hours later seems important, I also seem a mite confused, but that's normal! Moods, yes I be a man o many moods. Laugh at the silliness I read about. I like to laugh, yes I do! Oh this here "reality of reality? is most interesting! Who said that," oh I did!"
What I be sayin' there is I CAN ESCAPE FROM THE IGNORAMUS PLACE I HAVE BEEN FOR 8 HOURS A DAY, FIVE DAYS A WEEK, TWELVE MONTHS OF THE YEAR, YEAR AFTER YEAR TIL THE DAY I DIE FROM PAYING ALL MY HARD EARNED MONEY TO SUPPORT ALL THE OTHER NINCAPOOPS!!!
WOW!!! I'M SURE GLAD I CLARIFIED THAT, BECAUSE EVEN I DID NOT KNOW WHAT I MEANT!!!
I best back up because I was going to tell you somethin'. I ya remember, I been a gettin' a heap o hits as of late, as of the last week. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
Another thang (I know it's suppose to be thing, I just like the sound of thang and I be in a right fine mood, let's go with the flow.) I am reading Crime And Punishment again, I thought . . . I believe I'll try condensing the first chapter, and guess what, I did, yep! Since I have been getting a slew of hits on the summary of chapter 3, I may just post this and see how y'all like it. Okay here's how it will go IF, I say "If", I get me some hits on it like I have been getting on the summary of chapter 3, I shall go for another chapter say once a month. I have reduced it by about half, so will see how it goes before I proceed.
I've found another way to bring my mind back from "the looney place where's I make my money. Me mind be some where's else while I be at work. I leave it in my Mercury Mountaineer before going inside. It's safe locked up in my Mercury, only when I take it inside with me do I have trouble, it don't come back.
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I wrote the first part of this when I first came home. Right now it is about two hours later, there was something I was going to add to the first part, but the funniness has escaped me. I will explain what I was going to discuss. The important thing to remember is . . . When I first come home I'm tired and want to relax, my mind or mood will be different than say right at this moment. Sometimes I will sit down first at the computer and type a little just to see where it goes, Example is the first part of this post or at least I hope I post it. I'll read a few stories on my home page and found some of them pretty darn STUPID. I actually will get a few smiles at some of the moronic shit. I sometimes cringe at what the newspapers try to get their hook into you with, BUT some of this stuff? I may read a few tid bits of these funnies to bring myself down from the "reality, of reality!" shite! I may of stepped into shite! "Reality of reality, what?"
Well as I was cruising along seeming to make sense, then . . . I'll try to recapture my line of thinking and you know that ain't easy!
I'll attempt summarizing, to clarify myself, using Glen's secret code. Key words I'll type so, two hours later seems important, I also seem a mite confused, but that's normal! Moods, yes I be a man o many moods. Laugh at the silliness I read about. I like to laugh, yes I do! Oh this here "reality of reality? is most interesting! Who said that," oh I did!"
What I be sayin' there is I CAN ESCAPE FROM THE IGNORAMUS PLACE I HAVE BEEN FOR 8 HOURS A DAY, FIVE DAYS A WEEK, TWELVE MONTHS OF THE YEAR, YEAR AFTER YEAR TIL THE DAY I DIE FROM PAYING ALL MY HARD EARNED MONEY TO SUPPORT ALL THE OTHER NINCAPOOPS!!!
WOW!!! I'M SURE GLAD I CLARIFIED THAT, BECAUSE EVEN I DID NOT KNOW WHAT I MEANT!!!
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
NUTSHELL or This Nut is outta His Shell!
As I sit here at the computer tired but refusing to go to bed. Nothing particular on my mind, relaxed and wanting to do some of that automatic writing. I love to see where I go, it's exhilarating. I like to let er rip so to speak! Like a big ol' rip saw cutting the bark off to get to the good stuff! Yippee, yee never know what's inside! You can count the rings of the trees to see how old it be. Can't count my rings, although you can ride along with my thoughts uncovering me! That there be a frightening ride! I see so many things let alone read the newspaper that I say to myself" this don't make a lick o sense. What be sense to me, may not make sense to you. That there be the problem in a "nutshell." I haven't heard or thought that old saying in a long time.
"That's the problem in a nutshell." Have mercy, what does that mean. Them old sayings are simple and to the point that's why I love them so! Is that not called an idiom? Oh shit! I be a gettin' in awfully deep, a visitin' places I ain't never before.
I know what an idiot is, a simple, not very smart person. Hey baby that be like where's I work!
IDIOT, a foolish or senseless person. Lordy, I've hit the mother lode on this one!
IDIOMS are, literally ideas used as expressions. WHAT? ?? They develop from older usage, where the words mean something other than their literal meaning. In some cases the meaning of the original expression has been lost, or is an archaism.
ARCHAISM Old form: a word , expression, practice, or method from an earlier time that is no longer used.
ARCHAIC Outmoded, no longer useful or efficient, no longer in ordinary language, ancient.
WELL . . . ALL THESE HERE WORDS HAVE THREW ME FER A LOOP! EVERY TIME I LOOK UP A WORD ANOTHER WORD "TRIES TO DO ME IN." THERE BE SO MANY THOUGHT CONVERGING ON ME MIND RIGHT NOW AND I BE TOO SLEEPY TO ADDRESS THEM PROPERLY, SO I THINK I'LL SLEEP ON IT! DAMN! I WANT TO POST SOMETHING! WAIT A MINUTE! HOWS ABOUT I POST WHAT I HAVE AND LET ME MIND HAVE 24 HOURS TO WORK THIS ARCHAIC PROBLEM OUT. SEE RIGHT NOW ARCHAIC, AND THE OUTMODED THING BE-A-PISSIN'-ME-OFF!!! BIG-TIME!!!
As you know I did not post this. There be words here I disagree with STRONGLY, such as.
ARCHAIC. OUTMODED . . . no longer USEFUL . . . or EFFICIENT . . . no longer in ordinary language, ANCIENT . . . well now this here word, I'm about to lay on you, is probably an old one but good one. That there is "kiss my ASS!!!" ( I wonder how long that F word has been around, I shoulda used it!? )
I be an IDIOT and proud as punch to be one! I grew up on a lot o these poor people's IDIOMS. Only I never knew they were called IDIOMS. ( I grew up around a lot o IDIOTS and guess what? There be a heap more today, than ever before, and you can take that to the bank! ) I never knew, nor cared. We just called them words, sentences, simple folks have simple ways ya know. Well now I'm sure some of ya that were raised up PROPER . . . don't have the foggiest notion of what I be a sayin'?
"That's the problem in a nutshell." Have mercy, what does that mean. Them old sayings are simple and to the point that's why I love them so! Is that not called an idiom? Oh shit! I be a gettin' in awfully deep, a visitin' places I ain't never before.
I know what an idiot is, a simple, not very smart person. Hey baby that be like where's I work!
IDIOT, a foolish or senseless person. Lordy, I've hit the mother lode on this one!
IDIOMS are, literally ideas used as expressions. WHAT? ?? They develop from older usage, where the words mean something other than their literal meaning. In some cases the meaning of the original expression has been lost, or is an archaism.
ARCHAISM Old form: a word , expression, practice, or method from an earlier time that is no longer used.
ARCHAIC Outmoded, no longer useful or efficient, no longer in ordinary language, ancient.
WELL . . . ALL THESE HERE WORDS HAVE THREW ME FER A LOOP! EVERY TIME I LOOK UP A WORD ANOTHER WORD "TRIES TO DO ME IN." THERE BE SO MANY THOUGHT CONVERGING ON ME MIND RIGHT NOW AND I BE TOO SLEEPY TO ADDRESS THEM PROPERLY, SO I THINK I'LL SLEEP ON IT! DAMN! I WANT TO POST SOMETHING! WAIT A MINUTE! HOWS ABOUT I POST WHAT I HAVE AND LET ME MIND HAVE 24 HOURS TO WORK THIS ARCHAIC PROBLEM OUT. SEE RIGHT NOW ARCHAIC, AND THE OUTMODED THING BE-A-PISSIN'-ME-OFF!!! BIG-TIME!!!
As you know I did not post this. There be words here I disagree with STRONGLY, such as.
ARCHAIC. OUTMODED . . . no longer USEFUL . . . or EFFICIENT . . . no longer in ordinary language, ANCIENT . . . well now this here word, I'm about to lay on you, is probably an old one but good one. That there is "kiss my ASS!!!" ( I wonder how long that F word has been around, I shoulda used it!? )
I be an IDIOT and proud as punch to be one! I grew up on a lot o these poor people's IDIOMS. Only I never knew they were called IDIOMS. ( I grew up around a lot o IDIOTS and guess what? There be a heap more today, than ever before, and you can take that to the bank! ) I never knew, nor cared. We just called them words, sentences, simple folks have simple ways ya know. Well now I'm sure some of ya that were raised up PROPER . . . don't have the foggiest notion of what I be a sayin'?
Monday, May 12, 2014
The Three Hour Minute!
It's Saturday and one of the most amazing moment, has turned into three hours!
I come home in the early afternoon, after completion of an errand. You must understand I work the late, late, shift. My sleeping pattern's out of sync, normally I would be asleep at this time. It's a real bummer, especially when the weather warms up and on a beaut of a day like today! The living room windows are open with a refreshing breeze blowing. Nary a cloud in the sky and I was still out of kilter from the early rising.
Earlier I was abruptly awakened as I was still in a sleep paralysis state, my body was barely mine, it was still lost in a beautiful place. I was trying with all my might to get my mind and body working again as a team! I stumbled to the bathroom, using the doorknob and wall for balance. I was still lost in another world! I take a shower and almost lose balance stepping out of the tub, "sheesh" I hope I can drive, "just need a few minutes to return to my normal, normal! I laugh at that I'm nowhere near normal, within whatever, my normal, normal is! My back and knees tell me "what the hell are you doing?" My mental faculties are severely reduced, my battery light is a flashin', my arthritis is on high alert! No matter, a promise is a promise, right? I find my hearing aid, but am a strugglin' to find my car keys! Why is it when you place your keys everyday in the same location that one day they decide to play hide and seek! Somehow my mind drags my body to the car! I realize that if this is going to succeed, I MUST HAVE CAFFEINE, QUICKLY! I manage to drive 2.6 miles to a convenient store and chug a Coca-Cola, I think to myself, "baby I hope yer the real thing!" While inside I almost made a little boo-boo, thata, coulda, turned into a big boo-boo, like knocking over a display of peanuts? I be not me-self yet! So I'm on a state highway behind a giant tractor with discs so high I can't see around it! I'm at 25% visual, 'bout this time! I now realize, I'mma, gonna hafta, pass this alien looking farming contraption, because traffic is already backing up, behind me! Now you know how antsy people get that should be driving 55 MPH, are only diving 25 MPH! I real cautiously like go way left, can't see around that darmn thing. Sheesh what's a man gonna do? Finally I get over far enough, I could see, so I pass that contraption! Then I take the back roads to where I was headed. I drink my wake me upper caffeine drink, and make it to where I was headed!!!
I'm getting kind a windy, hope you don't mind, the best part is a comin'!
Now that I've completed the errand, I'm back home. The widows are open it's 3 PM, I'm a sittin' on the couch. I thought, "I'll sit here fer a minute and just relax." I have my hearing aids in, the birds are singing, my dog sits beside me, while the gentle breeze caresses me, it's the first nice warm Saturday this spring. DAMN!!! It felt SO GOOD!!! A few minutes later I felt as though I was anchored to the couch. I did not feel the need to move a muscle, It was as if, I was in paralyzed as in sleep paralysis, only I be a settin'. Whow-wee, ain't a never experienced nuthin' like this before! I'm awake, my body is in sleep paralysis, ya see! I decide to just "enjoy the moment!" I've heard that saying. Wow-za, that moment lasted quite a spell, as I was not looking at a clock, no distractions like the television. The sounds I heard were coming through the windows, birds, faint barks of my neighbor's dogs, it was the sounds of silence, rather the sorely missed sounds of almost summer. Well now, since I was a day-tripping, I could not move, nor wished too, I just sit there with my eyes closed! How or why this moment in time, that turned to three hours was made possible for me, I thank thee and it was fantastic!!! Never have I experienced such mesmerizing, non-movement, mind altering euphoria, except in a dream, and believeth me, I'm good at dreaming. That quite possibly, may be, my single most important drug free, mental cleansing asset, that maketh me . . . ME!
I KID YOU NOT, I WAS NOT IN MY BODY! I LIVED IN THAT MOMENT, AND THAT CARRIED ON FOR HALF AN AFTERNOON. I CAN TRULY SAY, THAT WAS THE GREATEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SIMPLICITY CAN BE SO CLEANSING, ALSO ADDICTING! I WISH FOR MORE, AND I MAY NEVER FIND THAT DEGREE OF BLISS. BUT DAMN! I CAN SEARCH FOR IT CAN'T I?
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Noise Pollution!!!
The quiet, calms me, 2 A.M. and all is well! Peace fills my soul, no noise pollution such as the sounds of traffic and machinery whirling, to work me into a tizzy. Only the light of the screen a shinin' on my keyboard. Some, might go crazy without sounds, I, on the other hand love peace, and quiet!
Even with a significant hearing loss, certain sounds drive my heart rate up, such as the sound of motorcycles reving their engines. "Why?" I ask. No mufflers, ah . . . shows to me the size of their??? You know! Riding motorcycles without helmets, shows their not too bright, and sooner or later, their brains will be smeared all across the asphalt.
Another sound and body annoyance, is the back seat vibrating bass from hell, in little cars. I suppose if you have a Kia Rio, then you have to have 20, 000 watts of push me along, kill me now bass throbbing off, "my chest" with tiny hammers penetrating into my heart, like the stings of a thousand hornets! Hell kids cannot hear now! Tell them something and it loses translation, never makes it to the command center! Place the message in their stereo, let the bass throb it into their subconscious, two days later they have it! Better still, learn some rap music and hand signals to communicate to Junior Diddy!
((( Ooh! Maybe the bass has a soothing effect to young boys, I be not aware of ! If I can feel the bass a bouncin' off my chest, then maybe, it has a soothing, vibrating, rub-a-dub-dub, the little tubby, of a always up in the air of a 17 year old! )))
One other environment that's not as loud but drives me coconuts, or is it bananas? Anywhere there are a bunch of people talking. I'll just call this, "talk pollution," no, I like "mouth pollution" better! Sometimes in the break room at work, with my hearing aids in I hear the motors and other shit from the vending machines, add to that people chattering, coughing, with some other irritable noises such as one man will drink from a water, after it's empty he'll bang it excessively on the table. It drives me wack-a-doodle! I must take my hearing aids out, or turn them off. Works better if I just leave them in and turn them off, because it muffles the obnoxious noise, fucking pollution!
Well now! I can see this post is headed no where, but down the crapper, to post or not to post that be the question, whether it is wiser to not type, or to type and remove any doubt about intelligent life here on Glen View!!! Ahh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
Oh, I forgot this little story of when I got my first hearing aids. I walk out of the Hearing R Us building, wearing my new aids, SHEESH! What the hell is all this noise! I'm hearing so much shit, I can't concentrate. My nylon jacket is making a noise I ainna never heard before! Damn! My car's a going rattle, rattle, boom, boom, squeak, squeak! The turn signals are making too much noise for me! The windshield wipers are a going splish-splash. I tell them to "kiss my ass!" My blood pressure has gone through the roof! I have to stop at the grocery store, no matter where I am in the store I keep hearing strange noises that follow me everywhere. I think, "I'm in THE TWILIGHT ZONE!" No matter what isle, I is, this noise was driving me crazier. Finally, I realize. Even though I was at the back of the store, that damn scanning beep, was stuck, er something! I can't take it, no more! What will it sound like when I get up to the check out? I jerk them hearing aids suckers out, and put them in my pocket! Why if I would of had them in at the checkout, I do believe I would of checked out!!!
Even with a significant hearing loss, certain sounds drive my heart rate up, such as the sound of motorcycles reving their engines. "Why?" I ask. No mufflers, ah . . . shows to me the size of their??? You know! Riding motorcycles without helmets, shows their not too bright, and sooner or later, their brains will be smeared all across the asphalt.
Another sound and body annoyance, is the back seat vibrating bass from hell, in little cars. I suppose if you have a Kia Rio, then you have to have 20, 000 watts of push me along, kill me now bass throbbing off, "my chest" with tiny hammers penetrating into my heart, like the stings of a thousand hornets! Hell kids cannot hear now! Tell them something and it loses translation, never makes it to the command center! Place the message in their stereo, let the bass throb it into their subconscious, two days later they have it! Better still, learn some rap music and hand signals to communicate to Junior Diddy!
((( Ooh! Maybe the bass has a soothing effect to young boys, I be not aware of ! If I can feel the bass a bouncin' off my chest, then maybe, it has a soothing, vibrating, rub-a-dub-dub, the little tubby, of a always up in the air of a 17 year old! )))
One other environment that's not as loud but drives me coconuts, or is it bananas? Anywhere there are a bunch of people talking. I'll just call this, "talk pollution," no, I like "mouth pollution" better! Sometimes in the break room at work, with my hearing aids in I hear the motors and other shit from the vending machines, add to that people chattering, coughing, with some other irritable noises such as one man will drink from a water, after it's empty he'll bang it excessively on the table. It drives me wack-a-doodle! I must take my hearing aids out, or turn them off. Works better if I just leave them in and turn them off, because it muffles the obnoxious noise, fucking pollution!
Well now! I can see this post is headed no where, but down the crapper, to post or not to post that be the question, whether it is wiser to not type, or to type and remove any doubt about intelligent life here on Glen View!!! Ahh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
Oh, I forgot this little story of when I got my first hearing aids. I walk out of the Hearing R Us building, wearing my new aids, SHEESH! What the hell is all this noise! I'm hearing so much shit, I can't concentrate. My nylon jacket is making a noise I ainna never heard before! Damn! My car's a going rattle, rattle, boom, boom, squeak, squeak! The turn signals are making too much noise for me! The windshield wipers are a going splish-splash. I tell them to "kiss my ass!" My blood pressure has gone through the roof! I have to stop at the grocery store, no matter where I am in the store I keep hearing strange noises that follow me everywhere. I think, "I'm in THE TWILIGHT ZONE!" No matter what isle, I is, this noise was driving me crazier. Finally, I realize. Even though I was at the back of the store, that damn scanning beep, was stuck, er something! I can't take it, no more! What will it sound like when I get up to the check out? I jerk them hearing aids suckers out, and put them in my pocket! Why if I would of had them in at the checkout, I do believe I would of checked out!!!
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Weakend And Matter!
Matter
Hello . . . there! It's me again, and this here is 'Glen's Corner." I have over a hundred unpublished posts, starting all the way back to the beginning, you know the big bang!!! (I know I have you confused using the big bang thing! Perhaps I can clarify, or is it clear-a-fly.) OR (Perhaps not, ya see it be real simple! (( "I say what I think without thinking what I say." )) I can see I've gotten myself into another fine mess!
Please allow The Professor to expound/implode or something on the explosion. Once there was nothing. There was no matter, therefore, there was no matter worrying about nothin'. Do y'all follow me so far? I cannot reduce it to a more simpler statement, because they don't come no more simpler-er than this Professor. I profess to knowing nothing, therefore I know it all!
I read some where's, one time, or maybe a couple times, and heard some where's about matter and anti matter bombarding and "here we is!" That be pretty darn simple and explaineth, everythang!!!!!
Hey! you think that's somethun? It's still going! Going where? To wherever it's a going, sheesh . . . do I have to tell you everything!!!!
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Weakend
A funny thing is? I can sit down at my computer, and be free! Write whatever, I wanna! The fact that I'm having so much fun is, unbelievable! I added a, e, to unbelievable and my computer corrects it. Humm . . . gets me to thinkin'! Ah oh! In todays world, where so much is fixed! Why can't, nothing get fixed? Oh my God . . . I know! headache, after typing that! It makes sense . . . that's the scariest part!!! (Think slowly about what I just said, it scares the hell out of me, sometimes. . . I scare the hell out of me!!!)
I've been a trying to tune, this here keyboard, for nye onto, a few years. Damn, I must think. About, maybe, close to 4 years. Hell . . . I don't know!!! I get confused, sometimes. Your age timing, changes a wee bit for some reason. "How so?" You've heard that sayin' "time flies." As you get older seems like you're putting your feet through your breeches one day, and the weeks over! You realize it's Saturday by counting yer work pants! So you decide to sleep in, when you wake up, it's Monday. I think, "where did the weekend go?" The same place the work week went! That concerns me, A LOT!!! I'm puzzled about this, and cannot reason it out. So as not to shut the remaining synapses down I hafta blow it off, "it's an old age thing."
Yeah! You tell yourself, A LOT! "It's an old age thing!" You plan chores for the weekend, you use to do during the week. Don't wanna. get, too tired, I's need, all my energy fer workin', fer the man, and all my synapsey things, fer a thinkin, while a workin. Ya don't wanna push the limit, causin the limit keeps decelerating! Then, when weekend rolls around, yer synapse ainna workin'! By the time yee have rested enuff, the weekend is gone, or, yee be, so weak during the weekend, you haft to rest!
Maybe, there's a weason? Maybe, weekend, shoulda be spelled, weakend, 'cause yee be so weak at the end of the week, to do anything! Yep, sound's logical to me!
Hello . . . there! It's me again, and this here is 'Glen's Corner." I have over a hundred unpublished posts, starting all the way back to the beginning, you know the big bang!!! (I know I have you confused using the big bang thing! Perhaps I can clarify, or is it clear-a-fly.) OR (Perhaps not, ya see it be real simple! (( "I say what I think without thinking what I say." )) I can see I've gotten myself into another fine mess!
Please allow The Professor to expound/implode or something on the explosion. Once there was nothing. There was no matter, therefore, there was no matter worrying about nothin'. Do y'all follow me so far? I cannot reduce it to a more simpler statement, because they don't come no more simpler-er than this Professor. I profess to knowing nothing, therefore I know it all!
I read some where's, one time, or maybe a couple times, and heard some where's about matter and anti matter bombarding and "here we is!" That be pretty darn simple and explaineth, everythang!!!!!
Hey! you think that's somethun? It's still going! Going where? To wherever it's a going, sheesh . . . do I have to tell you everything!!!!
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Weakend
A funny thing is? I can sit down at my computer, and be free! Write whatever, I wanna! The fact that I'm having so much fun is, unbelievable! I added a, e, to unbelievable and my computer corrects it. Humm . . . gets me to thinkin'! Ah oh! In todays world, where so much is fixed! Why can't, nothing get fixed? Oh my God . . . I know! headache, after typing that! It makes sense . . . that's the scariest part!!! (Think slowly about what I just said, it scares the hell out of me, sometimes. . . I scare the hell out of me!!!)
I've been a trying to tune, this here keyboard, for nye onto, a few years. Damn, I must think. About, maybe, close to 4 years. Hell . . . I don't know!!! I get confused, sometimes. Your age timing, changes a wee bit for some reason. "How so?" You've heard that sayin' "time flies." As you get older seems like you're putting your feet through your breeches one day, and the weeks over! You realize it's Saturday by counting yer work pants! So you decide to sleep in, when you wake up, it's Monday. I think, "where did the weekend go?" The same place the work week went! That concerns me, A LOT!!! I'm puzzled about this, and cannot reason it out. So as not to shut the remaining synapses down I hafta blow it off, "it's an old age thing."
Yeah! You tell yourself, A LOT! "It's an old age thing!" You plan chores for the weekend, you use to do during the week. Don't wanna. get, too tired, I's need, all my energy fer workin', fer the man, and all my synapsey things, fer a thinkin, while a workin. Ya don't wanna push the limit, causin the limit keeps decelerating! Then, when weekend rolls around, yer synapse ainna workin'! By the time yee have rested enuff, the weekend is gone, or, yee be, so weak during the weekend, you haft to rest!
Maybe, there's a weason? Maybe, weekend, shoulda be spelled, weakend, 'cause yee be so weak at the end of the week, to do anything! Yep, sound's logical to me!
Friday, May 9, 2014
SAM HELL!
What do you do when sleep won't come? Get up and type a little somethin' somethin,' of course! What do you want me to talk about? Duh! Here I be askin' you, how silly of me, huh? (Y'all notice them fancy words I put in, duh, and huh?)
I been a thinkin' 'bout somethin'. I know, that's hard for you to believe! You might know, now that I'm sitting at the keyboard after not being able to sleep, I'm getting sleepy! Now if I can just remember what it was I was thinkin' on writing 'bout?
I remember reality. That's a word thrown around in the television industry. Reality shows this, Reality shows that. What in the Sam Hell, determines what a Reality show is? (Don't know why I said Sam Hell just felt good!)
I read somewhere where The show 'Duck Dynasty" didn't want to use certain words, or didn't want them to say grace before a meal. I wish I would remembered better, but firstly, I never thought I'd be talkin' 'bout that show! Anyways, apparently that show was a hit until producers or some dumbass tried changing the show, or somethin' er the other. What I be a tryin' to say but now I'm 'bout to fall asleep, is the show was doing good until they started fucking with it!!!
((Can I say that?)) Damn tootin, this here be my show/blog! And a y'all, ainna, gettin' nobody, but me a fuckin' with me blog, ya here!
I reckon the old man, of the family who made a gazillion dollars from calling ducks! Oopsey! Whatta I be a tryin' to say is "made a heap O money from makin' duck calls!"
DID YOU SEE THE HOUSES HIS BOYS LIVE IN? Sorry but they be rich, ain't they?
Anyhow, reality is real, ain't it? I'mma gettin' on in my years and my thinkin'!
I believe reality is watching somethin' REAL . . . YA KNOW!
What is REAL? If ya don't know, I sure as Sam Hell ain't, gonna tell you!
BUTT!!! I think SOMEBODY needs to explain to theses so called producers of these so called Reality shows!!!!!!!!!
While I be on this subject, or be a sleepin', damn if I know right now!
What do these producers do? I always thought they come up with the money!
So if some, WISE people, had a successful show for several years, which by the way, I never knew, nothin' 'bout, until I read about the controversy, then, I say "THEN!" I watched one of their shows.
First and foremost, I still cannot believe the nice houses they live in. Secondly, they never seem to do much work! Thirdly, if people like that show, then leave it the Sam Hell ALONE!!!!
NOW IF YER A LOOKIN' FER REALITY WHERE YOU GONNA GO? RIGHTS HERE BABY!!!
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE, ER, ER, ER, I MEAN BLOG, I FELL ASLEEP, NEVER WOULDA NOTICED THOUGH WOULD YA? gOoDnIgHt!!!
I been a thinkin' 'bout somethin'. I know, that's hard for you to believe! You might know, now that I'm sitting at the keyboard after not being able to sleep, I'm getting sleepy! Now if I can just remember what it was I was thinkin' on writing 'bout?
I remember reality. That's a word thrown around in the television industry. Reality shows this, Reality shows that. What in the Sam Hell, determines what a Reality show is? (Don't know why I said Sam Hell just felt good!)
I read somewhere where The show 'Duck Dynasty" didn't want to use certain words, or didn't want them to say grace before a meal. I wish I would remembered better, but firstly, I never thought I'd be talkin' 'bout that show! Anyways, apparently that show was a hit until producers or some dumbass tried changing the show, or somethin' er the other. What I be a tryin' to say but now I'm 'bout to fall asleep, is the show was doing good until they started fucking with it!!!
((Can I say that?)) Damn tootin, this here be my show/blog! And a y'all, ainna, gettin' nobody, but me a fuckin' with me blog, ya here!
I reckon the old man, of the family who made a gazillion dollars from calling ducks! Oopsey! Whatta I be a tryin' to say is "made a heap O money from makin' duck calls!"
DID YOU SEE THE HOUSES HIS BOYS LIVE IN? Sorry but they be rich, ain't they?
Anyhow, reality is real, ain't it? I'mma gettin' on in my years and my thinkin'!
I believe reality is watching somethin' REAL . . . YA KNOW!
What is REAL? If ya don't know, I sure as Sam Hell ain't, gonna tell you!
BUTT!!! I think SOMEBODY needs to explain to theses so called producers of these so called Reality shows!!!!!!!!!
While I be on this subject, or be a sleepin', damn if I know right now!
What do these producers do? I always thought they come up with the money!
So if some, WISE people, had a successful show for several years, which by the way, I never knew, nothin' 'bout, until I read about the controversy, then, I say "THEN!" I watched one of their shows.
First and foremost, I still cannot believe the nice houses they live in. Secondly, they never seem to do much work! Thirdly, if people like that show, then leave it the Sam Hell ALONE!!!!
NOW IF YER A LOOKIN' FER REALITY WHERE YOU GONNA GO? RIGHTS HERE BABY!!!
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE, ER, ER, ER, I MEAN BLOG, I FELL ASLEEP, NEVER WOULDA NOTICED THOUGH WOULD YA? gOoDnIgHt!!!
Thursday, May 8, 2014
"Where's My Mind?"
Once more I'mma gonna play "Where's My Mind." I'll close my eyes at the computer in complete darkness 'cept the light of the screen.
Can't seem to relax my mind. I see, a milk cow, a car, doors, all kinds of debris in a tornado. I'll try again.
I see a rhinoceros, a dung beetle, I watched the animal planet earlier for a few minutes. Once again,
this may be useless!
This is the next night, I'm writing two post, I hafta get away from the other for a while. I reckon I'm a tryin' to work a somewhat dark post and a lighter one at the same time. "Very interesting," I must say! Maybe I'll post them at the same time.
Trying to make sense, where there is no sense, makes no sense! What the hell did I just say?
Somehow . . . that's makes a fair amount of sense! Oh my God! I've finally done it! I've went over the cliff, where I was hanging onto a root, to keep from visiting, where I may now be! What am I a tryin to say? Crazy!!! Yep! I a been teetering onto the precipice fer . . . fer . . . a long time!
The other post I'm workin' on, is "It Takes Over." Somethin be a takin' me over, that be fer sure!
"What be the secret, fer a workin' on two post at the same time?" That's a tough question I'm sure glad you asked! IT BE POSTED RIGHT BELOW THIS UN.
Can't seem to relax my mind. I see, a milk cow, a car, doors, all kinds of debris in a tornado. I'll try again.
I see a rhinoceros, a dung beetle, I watched the animal planet earlier for a few minutes. Once again,
this may be useless!
This is the next night, I'm writing two post, I hafta get away from the other for a while. I reckon I'm a tryin' to work a somewhat dark post and a lighter one at the same time. "Very interesting," I must say! Maybe I'll post them at the same time.
Trying to make sense, where there is no sense, makes no sense! What the hell did I just say?
Somehow . . . that's makes a fair amount of sense! Oh my God! I've finally done it! I've went over the cliff, where I was hanging onto a root, to keep from visiting, where I may now be! What am I a tryin to say? Crazy!!! Yep! I a been teetering onto the precipice fer . . . fer . . . a long time!
The other post I'm workin' on, is "It Takes Over." Somethin be a takin' me over, that be fer sure!
"What be the secret, fer a workin' on two post at the same time?" That's a tough question I'm sure glad you asked! IT BE POSTED RIGHT BELOW THIS UN.
It Takes Over!!!
From somewhere . . . it comes! Why? I do not, know! I've learned some, at controlling it! It's what makes me . . . ME! Sometimes it can, consume me! I hate it! Once in awhile, it's gone! Some days it's so slight, I hardly notice! OTHERS . . . like Monday night!!! SHEESH!!! God-zil-la . . . be on the loose! Again!
I search for the why, I do not know! I've asked a thousand times! IF . . . I can . . . keep my mouth shut, I can, just barely, control it. Ah, but I'm not controlling it, am I?
To think what I think, too feel what I feel, in silence, feels like control! Too suffer inside, but to say, too unleash my mood upon others, I try not! Dare, I let it out, then . . . "The Monster Moodiness" wins! I feel much worse, so it seems, I must try to hold in check! But I never win!
I search for the why, I do not know! I've asked a thousand times! IF . . . I can . . . keep my mouth shut, I can, just barely, control it. Ah, but I'm not controlling it, am I?
To think what I think, too feel what I feel, in silence, feels like control! Too suffer inside, but to say, too unleash my mood upon others, I try not! Dare, I let it out, then . . . "The Monster Moodiness" wins! I feel much worse, so it seems, I must try to hold in check! But I never win!
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
A Whirling, A Hissing, A Chattering!
Here I sit alone, in midnight darkness. Feels right, in ways, I fail to comprehend!
No noise pollution a cluttering my soul. Wonderful things, we overlook!
When the machines are a whirling, air a hissing, people a chattering. I don't like it!
Wish it, on no one! I do-not!
Concentration's diminished, even with hearing, less than normal. Tune out all!
Cannot, hafta pay, the Piper. That Piper has a heap a my money, some-where's!!!
I'm a Pauper, still . . . I must pay the Piper!
Vroom, vroom, the machine hollers, it's continual roar, "feed me, feed me!"
DAMN! never is enough . . . !
I'm a slave to this here machine, greasing, cleaning, fixin'! It can't get enough!
It cries out to me, as I'm in the warehouse, "bringing it more."
Never enough, never enough . . .!
Wasn't always like this! WRONG! Always has . . .
I've heard them cries! Since the age of 18!
ONCE . . . I never thought, "when will it end?"
Too young, too full, ya see!!!
Like a machine a hollering, "more, more, more!" It stops, never to cry out again!
Someday we stop! We must, we have no control!
When that day comes, I'll know, and say one thing, "I gave my all."
No noise pollution a cluttering my soul. Wonderful things, we overlook!
When the machines are a whirling, air a hissing, people a chattering. I don't like it!
Wish it, on no one! I do-not!
Concentration's diminished, even with hearing, less than normal. Tune out all!
Cannot, hafta pay, the Piper. That Piper has a heap a my money, some-where's!!!
I'm a Pauper, still . . . I must pay the Piper!
Vroom, vroom, the machine hollers, it's continual roar, "feed me, feed me!"
DAMN! never is enough . . . !
I'm a slave to this here machine, greasing, cleaning, fixin'! It can't get enough!
It cries out to me, as I'm in the warehouse, "bringing it more."
Never enough, never enough . . .!
Wasn't always like this! WRONG! Always has . . .
I've heard them cries! Since the age of 18!
ONCE . . . I never thought, "when will it end?"
Too young, too full, ya see!!!
Like a machine a hollering, "more, more, more!" It stops, never to cry out again!
Someday we stop! We must, we have no control!
When that day comes, I'll know, and say one thing, "I gave my all."
Monday, May 5, 2014
Asunder, Shakespeare, Splatter!
I've seen that word asunder before. Does not sound like a word used in my everyday world, nor my upbringing. I was watching Romeo and Juliet last weekend on the classic movie channel at 2 am. As always I have the close captioning on I found some of the words intriguing. Well yeah! It's Shakespeare! Don't see that often do we? I think not!
ASUNDER, into separate parts. Example. Lightning broke the oak tree asunder.
Okay! I see ass-under and can't get it out of my mind when I see asunder. Maybe because I kept spelling asunder, ascunder why? I don't know it's a Glen thing you know!
Ascunder most certainly sounds like ass-under, heah? Damn! I be so confused!
This Sunday night as in 2 am I come across a real old movie on the TMC channel. A silent film made in the mid 1920's called "Sparrow." Starring Mary Pickford.
I find myself drawn to these old movies that I would've never watched before. Why?
Today I tire of 100 channels and nothing on! When I sit down to relax, I wish to be entertained. Death, destruction, vampires, remakes of movies that have been remade and over hyped for every new generation. Special effects have taken over!
Last week I watched Shakespeare's "Romeo And Juliet." This week I watched a cute little movie with language as far away from Shakespeare as one could get! Why did I enjoy such difference? I'm a mite perplexed on that myself?
I was taken aback by the cuteness and simplicity of "Sparrows!" Orphans used as slave labor, believing in God no matter how pitiful their conditions. Molly (Mary Pickford) plays a teenage girl that takes care of 9 orphans in a barn. The language was pure backwoods! Paupers who pull at your heartstrings, providing you have any!
Quite possibly that's part of the problem today. We have so much, too fricking much to choose from, ain't none of these here young-ins, gonna watch somethin' like a this! It be too simple, pure!
Whether it be Shakespeare, or back woodsy poor folk, there's not enough to hold the modern ones attention span!
That's so fricking sad!!!!!!
Words such as the old fashion Shakespeare kind, tell us a story with the words of that era. Especially for me if used in a black and white movie, with the correct scenery, clothing and such.
The simple vocabulary I grew up with tells the story also.
Most certainly could not put Shakespeare's words to "The Grapes of Wrath," or Crime and Punishment!
We cannot wrap our minds around watching Shakespeare's plays, Not possible!
We cannot wrap our minds around the simplicity of "Sparrow."
No I reckon, words no longer carry the impact they once did! A good story is a good story be it the year 1550, or today!
If we take away all the rockets a glare, the guns a blazing, the blood, guts, cadavers dissected with realism so close, children have nightmares, little Johnny gaming, splattering, bad guys over and over, until there remains no reality! It's just a game!
I could go on and on, but I'll leave you with this.
Little Johnny watching the blood splattering in an all night gaming session.
Or a stutterer named Splatter, splattering people he loves, as he stutters in "Sparrow?"
ASUNDER, into separate parts. Example. Lightning broke the oak tree asunder.
Okay! I see ass-under and can't get it out of my mind when I see asunder. Maybe because I kept spelling asunder, ascunder why? I don't know it's a Glen thing you know!
Ascunder most certainly sounds like ass-under, heah? Damn! I be so confused!
This Sunday night as in 2 am I come across a real old movie on the TMC channel. A silent film made in the mid 1920's called "Sparrow." Starring Mary Pickford.
I find myself drawn to these old movies that I would've never watched before. Why?
Today I tire of 100 channels and nothing on! When I sit down to relax, I wish to be entertained. Death, destruction, vampires, remakes of movies that have been remade and over hyped for every new generation. Special effects have taken over!
Last week I watched Shakespeare's "Romeo And Juliet." This week I watched a cute little movie with language as far away from Shakespeare as one could get! Why did I enjoy such difference? I'm a mite perplexed on that myself?
I was taken aback by the cuteness and simplicity of "Sparrows!" Orphans used as slave labor, believing in God no matter how pitiful their conditions. Molly (Mary Pickford) plays a teenage girl that takes care of 9 orphans in a barn. The language was pure backwoods! Paupers who pull at your heartstrings, providing you have any!
Quite possibly that's part of the problem today. We have so much, too fricking much to choose from, ain't none of these here young-ins, gonna watch somethin' like a this! It be too simple, pure!
Whether it be Shakespeare, or back woodsy poor folk, there's not enough to hold the modern ones attention span!
That's so fricking sad!!!!!!
Words such as the old fashion Shakespeare kind, tell us a story with the words of that era. Especially for me if used in a black and white movie, with the correct scenery, clothing and such.
The simple vocabulary I grew up with tells the story also.
Most certainly could not put Shakespeare's words to "The Grapes of Wrath," or Crime and Punishment!
We cannot wrap our minds around watching Shakespeare's plays, Not possible!
We cannot wrap our minds around the simplicity of "Sparrow."
No I reckon, words no longer carry the impact they once did! A good story is a good story be it the year 1550, or today!
If we take away all the rockets a glare, the guns a blazing, the blood, guts, cadavers dissected with realism so close, children have nightmares, little Johnny gaming, splattering, bad guys over and over, until there remains no reality! It's just a game!
I could go on and on, but I'll leave you with this.
Little Johnny watching the blood splattering in an all night gaming session.
Or a stutterer named Splatter, splattering people he loves, as he stutters in "Sparrow?"
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Oxymoron (Out of Control!)
Springtime, when "cool warmth" begins! Is that an oxymoron?
My eyes are one again all puffy, well not really my eyes, although that's quite funny, thinking what my eyes would look like! Is that an oxymoron or just me as a moron? I'm having a real tough time reading!
While at my favorite hardware store today, well gigantic hardware store by the today's standards.
Temperature's in the mid 70's, perfecto! People dressed for summer, summertime, summertime, good old summertime! UH HUH!!! Sorry I'm getting out of control! Allergy meds and tea, may be too . . . much for this one! (You seen the title to this post, I'm going for broke!)
Guys with their cutoff tee shirts, women without jackets, a sunny day without wind 75 degrees ya see. Well this one woman around thirty years old and was wearing a winter coat. kinda seemed oxy-moronish to me!
I best define oxymoron a fore Issa, getta outta control!
OXYMORON, well I think I'll break it down to oxy. Oxy be like Paul Bunyan had a big blue Ox, or was it an Axe, "I can't remember so good!) A small ox would be an oxy, right? Oh shite! I'm full of somethun tonight! Don't know what, but I wanna see where this, taketh me mind!
MORON, be an imbecile! An imbecile be, a fool, idiot, a person with very low intelligence, IQ of 25 to 50.
This is my definition. Im, be like, me, I reckon! Be like, to be, or not to be, or I be plum stuck!
Cile, be like another way of saying silly! SHORT FOR I'M-BEING-SILLY!
OXY-MORON The dictionary, says, and you know how I "love hate," dictionaries!
Oxymoron is a figure of speech by which a locution produces an incongruous seemingly self-contradictory effect, as in "cruel kindness" "or to make haste slowly." (Yep!)
WHAT? Locution, incongruous" What the @#$% are they?
This is why I "love hate" the damn "dumb smart" dictionary! Yes I do!
Locution is that like that old song "do the locution with me?" (No! No! That be "do the locomotion with me.")
Incongruous wow! That sounds like some disease. Incoming and grueling!
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DO I HAVE TO LOOK THOSE TWO WORDS UP? I UNDERSTOOD MORE BEFORE I WENT TO THE DICTIONARY!
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LOCUTION is a particular form of expression; a word, phrase, expression, or IDIOM, (I lika, that word!) especially as used by a particular person, group, etc.
INCONGRUOUS is out of place, inappropriate.
I think I know "more or less" than when I started!!!
I SEE THIS HERE POST IS "SHORT LONG" ON NOTHING!
IDIOMS are, literally ideas as expressions. They develop from older usage, where words mean something other than their literal message.
IDIOMATIC expression is the extension of the idea of an idiom, using it as the basis of the statement. (((SEEMS I'M OUT OF CONTROL TODAY!!!)))
My eyes are one again all puffy, well not really my eyes, although that's quite funny, thinking what my eyes would look like! Is that an oxymoron or just me as a moron? I'm having a real tough time reading!
While at my favorite hardware store today, well gigantic hardware store by the today's standards.
Temperature's in the mid 70's, perfecto! People dressed for summer, summertime, summertime, good old summertime! UH HUH!!! Sorry I'm getting out of control! Allergy meds and tea, may be too . . . much for this one! (You seen the title to this post, I'm going for broke!)
Guys with their cutoff tee shirts, women without jackets, a sunny day without wind 75 degrees ya see. Well this one woman around thirty years old and was wearing a winter coat. kinda seemed oxy-moronish to me!
I best define oxymoron a fore Issa, getta outta control!
OXYMORON, well I think I'll break it down to oxy. Oxy be like Paul Bunyan had a big blue Ox, or was it an Axe, "I can't remember so good!) A small ox would be an oxy, right? Oh shite! I'm full of somethun tonight! Don't know what, but I wanna see where this, taketh me mind!
MORON, be an imbecile! An imbecile be, a fool, idiot, a person with very low intelligence, IQ of 25 to 50.
This is my definition. Im, be like, me, I reckon! Be like, to be, or not to be, or I be plum stuck!
Cile, be like another way of saying silly! SHORT FOR I'M-BEING-SILLY!
OXY-MORON The dictionary, says, and you know how I "love hate," dictionaries!
Oxymoron is a figure of speech by which a locution produces an incongruous seemingly self-contradictory effect, as in "cruel kindness" "or to make haste slowly." (Yep!)
WHAT? Locution, incongruous" What the @#$% are they?
This is why I "love hate" the damn "dumb smart" dictionary! Yes I do!
Locution is that like that old song "do the locution with me?" (No! No! That be "do the locomotion with me.")
Incongruous wow! That sounds like some disease. Incoming and grueling!
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DO I HAVE TO LOOK THOSE TWO WORDS UP? I UNDERSTOOD MORE BEFORE I WENT TO THE DICTIONARY!
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LOCUTION is a particular form of expression; a word, phrase, expression, or IDIOM, (I lika, that word!) especially as used by a particular person, group, etc.
INCONGRUOUS is out of place, inappropriate.
I think I know "more or less" than when I started!!!
I SEE THIS HERE POST IS "SHORT LONG" ON NOTHING!
IDIOMS are, literally ideas as expressions. They develop from older usage, where words mean something other than their literal message.
IDIOMATIC expression is the extension of the idea of an idiom, using it as the basis of the statement. (((SEEMS I'M OUT OF CONTROL TODAY!!!)))
Friday, May 2, 2014
If only I could.
I'm relaxing in my lazy mans recliner, immersed totally in the television show, until the commercials, then I close my eyes floating to where my mind takes me. The day is reviewed with awareness and understanding, beyond my capabilities. My mind returns to the television show with eagerness, a visual treat reading the dialogue, no sound. Sound ( noise pollution) sometimes ruins my thought process, by taking away that moment. It's as much a feeling accompanied by a thought, that comes and leaves me. I wish to dwell on these special fractions of thoughts. These dream pieces come with the emotions I experience in dream sleep.
The last sentence seems vitally important. The last several weeks remembering my dreams along with their emotions have stopped. Why? Can't say, but the "dream fractions" I experienced tonight just a few moments ago were so overwhelming, I jump from my recliner to the computer.
As I try to explain and gather understanding of this, awareness of these flashes during working hours ring out. It must happen so fast, who knows how fast that could be, where our brain is concerned?
Are these most interesting "dream fractions" normal, but we cannot stay at that split second to explore it further!
This morning as I was relaxing, was seemingly little different than other mornings. I did have an extremely interesting delivery of what was on my mind with my boss before coming home. Could that of help set the stage, possibly?
I had no attention of writing anything this morning but this compelled me to! What if I could unlock the split second awareness of whatever it is? Wow I long to do that!!!!
I hope to explore this more, if only I can! This fascinates me! I wish so much to understand this in more detail!
SEEMS IN THE CASE OF WORK AND BEING SO BORED YOUR MIND IS NOT BEING CHALLENGED.
IN THE CASE OF ME BEING PRETTY MUCH, TOTALLY RELAXED, ACTUALLY ENJOYING TELEVISION IS HARD TO BELIEVE!
THE CLOSING MY EYES AND DRIFTING OF MY MIND IS ABSOLUTELY INTRIGUING!
COULD I HAVE STUMBLED INTO A GLENVIEW RELAXING TECHNIQUE? I WANT MORE!!!
The last sentence seems vitally important. The last several weeks remembering my dreams along with their emotions have stopped. Why? Can't say, but the "dream fractions" I experienced tonight just a few moments ago were so overwhelming, I jump from my recliner to the computer.
As I try to explain and gather understanding of this, awareness of these flashes during working hours ring out. It must happen so fast, who knows how fast that could be, where our brain is concerned?
Are these most interesting "dream fractions" normal, but we cannot stay at that split second to explore it further!
This morning as I was relaxing, was seemingly little different than other mornings. I did have an extremely interesting delivery of what was on my mind with my boss before coming home. Could that of help set the stage, possibly?
I had no attention of writing anything this morning but this compelled me to! What if I could unlock the split second awareness of whatever it is? Wow I long to do that!!!!
I hope to explore this more, if only I can! This fascinates me! I wish so much to understand this in more detail!
SEEMS IN THE CASE OF WORK AND BEING SO BORED YOUR MIND IS NOT BEING CHALLENGED.
IN THE CASE OF ME BEING PRETTY MUCH, TOTALLY RELAXED, ACTUALLY ENJOYING TELEVISION IS HARD TO BELIEVE!
THE CLOSING MY EYES AND DRIFTING OF MY MIND IS ABSOLUTELY INTRIGUING!
COULD I HAVE STUMBLED INTO A GLENVIEW RELAXING TECHNIQUE? I WANT MORE!!!
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