What kind of writing do I do?
"I don't know." I just write!
How many kinds of writing, can there possibly be?
"I don't know! I've been doing some research, now . . . I'm totally, perplexed!"
A few years ago a friend said, "you write Stream of Consciousness."
I said, "Huh! Okay!!!" I know what a stream is, I use to fish! Consciousness is what I have on my mind at any particular time, right? I best look it up after thinkin', and such, I'm no longer sure of nothin'!
CONSCIOUSNESS, refers to your individual awareness of your unique thoughts, memories, feelings, sensations and environment. ( Yep, pretty much what I thought! )
So if I was in a canoe floating effortlessly down a stream, my consciousness would be thinkin', bout floating effortlessly down this stream. That makes sense, but I'm not sure that's what Stream of Consciousness means! That do seem a mite simple! After a spell you would settle down, feeling the movements of the boat, lazily drifting along, the scenery pretty much the same after each bend, your mind would certainly wander or you would fall asleep. As your mind relaxes, many other thoughts would happen, yeah! that would be Stream of Consciousness, I GOT IT!!!
I on the other hand, am in a varied state of mind. Could be flat pisses off, sometimes darkness raises its ugliness, sometimes sadness from life brings tears, sometimes I fly on the clouds, I wish to stay there, sometimes I feel like laughter and taking you along to share with me. I don't believe there's any other thing I'd rather do than making somebody laugh!
The world's a crazy mixed up place and my greatest gift of all, I give to you, SENSE OF HUMOR!
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STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS, a narrative technique that gives the impression of a mind at work, jumping from one observation, sensation, or reflection to the next. These varied elements are usually expressed in a flow of words without conventional transitions. ((( Do I do that??? )))
'Interior monologue' coined by William James in 1890. ((( Yep, I talk to myself all the time! )))
(1) literary style: a literary style that presents a character's continuous random flow of thoughts as they arise.
(2) flow of thoughts: the continuous uninterrupted flow of thoughts and feelings through somebody's mind. ((( Well yeah! That be my mind! )))
I ran across this quote some where's about this Stream Of Consciousness "talks as much as he writes" a forceful stream of consciousness thoughts sprouting in all directions.
'Bout now, I'm a sinking lower than an Ostrich with its head in the dirt!!! I don't have no idea what kind O writin' I do! I just do it! Ya see all them rules and regulations and properness in school done wore me out, so after about a really looong spell of living, I decide, "I'm going to write!" I see now that be a BIG . . . mistake! MAYBE, I'll just go back to reading! WHERE I feel more COMFORTABLE!
WHAT KIND OF WRITING DO I DO?
WHO GIVES A RAT'S ARSE!!! IF YOU ENJOY TUNING IN TO GLEN VIEW BY ALL MEANS PLEASE CONTINUE. SOME DAY "IF GOD'S WILLING AND THE CREEKS DON'T RISE" I'LL CONTINUE MY JOURNEY. THAT JOURNEY IS TO GROW AND BECOME BETTER AT THIS LATE LIFE CHALLENGE. THAT CHALLENGE IS PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE UNTIL I CONQUER THIS DARN KEYBOARD, TYPING THING. I TRY TO PRACTICE EVERY DAY, YA SEE I'M LIKE A CHILD, I'M LEARNING THIS IN THE LATTER STAGES, INSTEAD IN THE EARLY STAGES, AND OLD MAN'S MIND IS DETERIORATING NOT FORMING!!! AS A CHILD I READ THE STORY OF THE LITTLE TRAIN THAT SAID """I think I can . . . I think I can . . . I think I can!!!""" Goodnight, sweet dreams to one and all!!!
I prefer this definition "TALKS AS MUCH AS HE WRITES."
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
THE OTHERS WORLD!
I HAVE BEEN REVIEWING SOME OLD THOUGHTS,THAT I WROTE DOWN WAY BACK WHEN, AND FOUND THIS ONE. IT'S SHORT, BUT COMPLETE, IT SEEMS, ""TO ME!""
I find myself only able to live, within . . . My World. Where it continually grows smaller, yet some how fuller, in ways I've not known, before! "The Others" strangle me, tighter, and tighter! Some days I cry out, gasping for air, as I try, to merely survive in "The Other's World," a world out of kilter! I can function fine, in "My World." That's not enough, I must surface daily, in "The Others" WORLD! More and more I find myself retreating, into MY sanctuary, of dreams, writing My thoughts! Once upon a time, I could hold back the strong waves of darkness, by ignoring and working harder. The darkness always nibbles away, I've just slow it down, like a flood wall holding back the mighty river, even as it creeps, higher. Age has slowed me way down, the darkness never slows it has become a dagger cutter deeper each time it's ugly head comes out! I know not why? Most likely the other dark moments have been an anchor, to forever keep me from being FREE!!!
TO ALL OF YOU, THAT SUFFER FROM "THE DARK SIDE" FROM TIME TO TIME.... goodnight!
I find myself only able to live, within . . . My World. Where it continually grows smaller, yet some how fuller, in ways I've not known, before! "The Others" strangle me, tighter, and tighter! Some days I cry out, gasping for air, as I try, to merely survive in "The Other's World," a world out of kilter! I can function fine, in "My World." That's not enough, I must surface daily, in "The Others" WORLD! More and more I find myself retreating, into MY sanctuary, of dreams, writing My thoughts! Once upon a time, I could hold back the strong waves of darkness, by ignoring and working harder. The darkness always nibbles away, I've just slow it down, like a flood wall holding back the mighty river, even as it creeps, higher. Age has slowed me way down, the darkness never slows it has become a dagger cutter deeper each time it's ugly head comes out! I know not why? Most likely the other dark moments have been an anchor, to forever keep me from being FREE!!!
TO ALL OF YOU, THAT SUFFER FROM "THE DARK SIDE" FROM TIME TO TIME.... goodnight!
Thursday, June 26, 2014
The 3 R's???
I think I'll just quit this exercise in madness! This trying to understand and figure out what kind of writing I do, has taken the fun away! I never worried about it before just, let 'er rip! I was so taken aback by all the grammar rules in school, I quit trying to understand them.
((( Seems to me it's hard to use something you never understood! )))
Hell's fire!!! I be a poor boy, and the best I could hope for, per the jobs in my family was, working for the railroad, factory labor, general labor, truck driver, Or prison like my two uncles! I took out prison after visiting one of them, in prison! So basically labor of some kind, and if I was real lucky a good paying factory job, where I could hope to not lose an eye, or hand like a couple in my family did!
I did do real good in grade school. I loved math, history, reading. Let me think now . . . the three R's in learning are Reading, Rwiting and Rwithmetic.
Well hold up on the beautiful white stallion 'Silver', Mr. Lone Ranger, hold onto that pretty paint 'Scout', Mr. Tonto, somethin',,,,,, I say somethin',,,,,, seems a miss here??? Could it possibly be, after all these years, this learnin' thing has steered me off course?
I remember as a young-in, my educated grandpa, that worked for the railroad a tellin' me to learn in school and study the three R's. I always thought that meant, a reading, a riting and a rithmetic!
Why dag-nap it that be 3 R's . . . right?
I say, I say, I say somethin' . . . ain't, addin', up here!
See how this English/grammar/a riting, has kept me all mixed up, all me life. I've always loved to read. I've always loves a rithmetic. My handwriting has always been poor, I just reckoned that was due to being POOR. Huum . . . "daylight in the swamp" [light bulb above my head] lightning bolt just struck my arse! Somethin' is starting to make sense here! ((( This is gettin' scary, scarier than any of them Scary movies, I did not watch, no, no, no not me!!!
OCCASIONALLY WHEN I RITE, I MUST GO BACK AND SEE WHAT I ROTA, CAUSE I'VE BEEN KNOWN TO STRAY OFF COURSE! PLEASE BEAR WITH ME AS I TRY TO FIND MYSELF. IF FOR SOME REASON I CANNOT WELL THEN, I'LL MOST LIKELY HAVE GOTTEN LOST IN ONE OF THEM TEMPERAL, TIME, DISPLACEMENT, THINGEE, MAGEEGEE, SOMETHIN OR THE OTHER, YOU'VE HEARD ABOUT ON THEM STAR TREKKY MOVIES YA SEE!
[[[ I'm in a heap O shite now! Am I still thinkin'? )))
((( Seems to me it's hard to use something you never understood! )))
Hell's fire!!! I be a poor boy, and the best I could hope for, per the jobs in my family was, working for the railroad, factory labor, general labor, truck driver, Or prison like my two uncles! I took out prison after visiting one of them, in prison! So basically labor of some kind, and if I was real lucky a good paying factory job, where I could hope to not lose an eye, or hand like a couple in my family did!
I did do real good in grade school. I loved math, history, reading. Let me think now . . . the three R's in learning are Reading, Rwiting and Rwithmetic.
Well hold up on the beautiful white stallion 'Silver', Mr. Lone Ranger, hold onto that pretty paint 'Scout', Mr. Tonto, somethin',,,,,, I say somethin',,,,,, seems a miss here??? Could it possibly be, after all these years, this learnin' thing has steered me off course?
I remember as a young-in, my educated grandpa, that worked for the railroad a tellin' me to learn in school and study the three R's. I always thought that meant, a reading, a riting and a rithmetic!
Why dag-nap it that be 3 R's . . . right?
I say, I say, I say somethin' . . . ain't, addin', up here!
See how this English/grammar/a riting, has kept me all mixed up, all me life. I've always loved to read. I've always loves a rithmetic. My handwriting has always been poor, I just reckoned that was due to being POOR. Huum . . . "daylight in the swamp" [light bulb above my head] lightning bolt just struck my arse! Somethin' is starting to make sense here! ((( This is gettin' scary, scarier than any of them Scary movies, I did not watch, no, no, no not me!!!
OCCASIONALLY WHEN I RITE, I MUST GO BACK AND SEE WHAT I ROTA, CAUSE I'VE BEEN KNOWN TO STRAY OFF COURSE! PLEASE BEAR WITH ME AS I TRY TO FIND MYSELF. IF FOR SOME REASON I CANNOT WELL THEN, I'LL MOST LIKELY HAVE GOTTEN LOST IN ONE OF THEM TEMPERAL, TIME, DISPLACEMENT, THINGEE, MAGEEGEE, SOMETHIN OR THE OTHER, YOU'VE HEARD ABOUT ON THEM STAR TREKKY MOVIES YA SEE!
[[[ I'm in a heap O shite now! Am I still thinkin'? )))
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Automatic Writing, And Ideomotor Effect, WHAT?
OKAY!!! I have been playin' around with this writing, for a spell now. Good, OR bad, I'm a havin' fun!!!
I kinda, don'ta , UNDERSTAND this Automatic writing??? No, no, no, makes no sense to me! I'm either stupid, stubborn, OR just a plain OLD IDIOT!!!
(((I do . . . suppose all is possible! )))
I've looked it up and STILL, don't make, O lick, O sense, TO ME! Well . . . now, that may be the problem, ya see?
I'm expectin', it, to make sense! I'm supposin' to write on a piece of paper, and a spirit will take over, and write for ME, HUH? What's wrong, with this here picture? The only damn spirit, or spirits, that write for ME, are the ones, ME . . . allows! I have a cast of characters I've accumulated over my lifetime and their my spirits, ya see.
((( My spirits are part of ME! They'd wage war against any invading spirits that's try a hoppin' inside me and doing some of that Automatic writing! )))
What happens is these Psychology Freak-a-zoids get involved! Sheesh! Nincapoops!
FIRST AND FOREMOST!!!! OLD GLEN'S MINDO, AIN'T NEVER BEEN CLEAR!!! NEVER I SAY TO YOU OUT THERE IN INTERNET LAND!
I betcha there's a heap O spirits a wantin' in, me head, simply for experimentation!
((( SHITE! I can guarantee you, there-ain't-noth . . .ing-up-there! )))
Do not look at what your writing. WHAT? How am I suppose to know what I'm writin', iffun I don't look? I was taught to write, within the lines, if I don't look, I can't write, right . . . right? Sheesh! I have poor handwriting now, and it would look like a foreign language, and I will not be able to decipher!!! (Cause I speak, no foreign languages. Shite! English is a foreign language to me! )
((( I BEEN A WORKIN' ON CREATING MY OWN LANGUAGE AS YOU CAN TELL! )))
AUTOMATIC WRITING or PSYCHOGRAPHY, is an alleged, psychic ability, allowing a person to produce written words without consciously writing. The words are claimed to arise from a subconscious, spiritual or supernatural force.
((( I have trouble a writin', when I am a tryin' as hard as I can, while I'm awake, alert, and being me! I ain't a messin' with no supernatural forces, lest I have LUKE SKYWALKER with me! )))
What can I say about this? I'll think of SOMETHUN . . . I know, @#$%^&*&^%$#@#$%^&&^%$%^, yep that'll sum it up right nicely!!!
IDEOMOTOR EFFECT. HUH! WHAT? YOU KIDDING ME??? Well . . . the first word I see is ideo, might---ily . . close to IDIOT!!! I'll go with that!
THE IDEOMOTOR EFFECT refers to people making motions, or acting without conscious deliberation.
I'll interpret, their interpretation with my own interpretation!
((( Did I just write, what I think I did? )))
First off, these people are smoking reefer! Already there's a problem you see! These reefers minds are shot baby! That there . . . explain . . . that !!!
I'VE WASTED ENOUGH TIME ON THIS SHITE! TOMORROW I SHALL TACKLE "STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS" COINED BY WILLIAM JAMES IN 1890. Oh my! Another fine mess I've gotten myself into!!! Oh well! It's not the first and I shall GUARANTEE you, it won't be the last!!!!
FOR WHATEVER REASON I GOT HOOKED ON TRYING TO I-N-T-E-R-P-R-E-T SOME TERMINOLOGY DEALING WITH TYPES OF WRITING, LEADING TO MY MOST F-E-A-R-E-D CLASS IN SCHOOL, THE DREADED ENGLISH!!!!!!!!
OKAY, WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS??? I WAS OUT OF CONTROL LOOKING UP A BUNCH OF STRANGE, AT LEAST TO ME TERMS. YOU KNOW HOW SOMETIMES ONE WILL LEAD TO ANOTHER. I HAVE ALL THIS INFORMATION AND WILL HAVE TO SLEEP ON IT, TO DECIPHER, DECODE, U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D, IN AN OLD FART'S WAY! I HAVE MUCH TO GO THROUGH AND ADD TO, IN MY OWN WAY. I WOULD LIKE TO SEE WHERE THIS EXCURSION GOES. I HAVE THREE POST GOING RIGHT NOW.
I kinda, don'ta , UNDERSTAND this Automatic writing??? No, no, no, makes no sense to me! I'm either stupid, stubborn, OR just a plain OLD IDIOT!!!
(((I do . . . suppose all is possible! )))
I've looked it up and STILL, don't make, O lick, O sense, TO ME! Well . . . now, that may be the problem, ya see?
I'm expectin', it, to make sense! I'm supposin' to write on a piece of paper, and a spirit will take over, and write for ME, HUH? What's wrong, with this here picture? The only damn spirit, or spirits, that write for ME, are the ones, ME . . . allows! I have a cast of characters I've accumulated over my lifetime and their my spirits, ya see.
((( My spirits are part of ME! They'd wage war against any invading spirits that's try a hoppin' inside me and doing some of that Automatic writing! )))
What happens is these Psychology Freak-a-zoids get involved! Sheesh! Nincapoops!
FIRST AND FOREMOST!!!! OLD GLEN'S MINDO, AIN'T NEVER BEEN CLEAR!!! NEVER I SAY TO YOU OUT THERE IN INTERNET LAND!
I betcha there's a heap O spirits a wantin' in, me head, simply for experimentation!
((( SHITE! I can guarantee you, there-ain't-noth . . .ing-up-there! )))
Do not look at what your writing. WHAT? How am I suppose to know what I'm writin', iffun I don't look? I was taught to write, within the lines, if I don't look, I can't write, right . . . right? Sheesh! I have poor handwriting now, and it would look like a foreign language, and I will not be able to decipher!!! (Cause I speak, no foreign languages. Shite! English is a foreign language to me! )
((( I BEEN A WORKIN' ON CREATING MY OWN LANGUAGE AS YOU CAN TELL! )))
AUTOMATIC WRITING or PSYCHOGRAPHY, is an alleged, psychic ability, allowing a person to produce written words without consciously writing. The words are claimed to arise from a subconscious, spiritual or supernatural force.
((( I have trouble a writin', when I am a tryin' as hard as I can, while I'm awake, alert, and being me! I ain't a messin' with no supernatural forces, lest I have LUKE SKYWALKER with me! )))
What can I say about this? I'll think of SOMETHUN . . . I know, @#$%^&*&^%$#@#$%^&&^%$%^, yep that'll sum it up right nicely!!!
IDEOMOTOR EFFECT. HUH! WHAT? YOU KIDDING ME??? Well . . . the first word I see is ideo, might---ily . . close to IDIOT!!! I'll go with that!
THE IDEOMOTOR EFFECT refers to people making motions, or acting without conscious deliberation.
I'll interpret, their interpretation with my own interpretation!
((( Did I just write, what I think I did? )))
First off, these people are smoking reefer! Already there's a problem you see! These reefers minds are shot baby! That there . . . explain . . . that !!!
I'VE WASTED ENOUGH TIME ON THIS SHITE! TOMORROW I SHALL TACKLE "STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS" COINED BY WILLIAM JAMES IN 1890. Oh my! Another fine mess I've gotten myself into!!! Oh well! It's not the first and I shall GUARANTEE you, it won't be the last!!!!
FOR WHATEVER REASON I GOT HOOKED ON TRYING TO I-N-T-E-R-P-R-E-T SOME TERMINOLOGY DEALING WITH TYPES OF WRITING, LEADING TO MY MOST F-E-A-R-E-D CLASS IN SCHOOL, THE DREADED ENGLISH!!!!!!!!
OKAY, WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS??? I WAS OUT OF CONTROL LOOKING UP A BUNCH OF STRANGE, AT LEAST TO ME TERMS. YOU KNOW HOW SOMETIMES ONE WILL LEAD TO ANOTHER. I HAVE ALL THIS INFORMATION AND WILL HAVE TO SLEEP ON IT, TO DECIPHER, DECODE, U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D, IN AN OLD FART'S WAY! I HAVE MUCH TO GO THROUGH AND ADD TO, IN MY OWN WAY. I WOULD LIKE TO SEE WHERE THIS EXCURSION GOES. I HAVE THREE POST GOING RIGHT NOW.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
A Ridin', Down Mainstreet!
The first thing on my mind tonight as in 3:30 am is . . . I just love looking at the map of the world and seeing the countries with hits fer simple 'ol me, ya-hoo! Thank you from my old heart!
It was very warm, so I decide to take a ride in my Mercury Mountaineer. (A big SUV.) A big un, and an old un, like a me! What I like 'bout this time of the year even late at night I roll them winders down and feel the breeze, feels . . . so good! ( Yes I meant to say winders, O-K-A-Y? I gotta me me, I gotta be Me!!!) Drove through the city, wherst, I was bornst, and raised, smackdab downtown. My city was beautifully lite up and clean, I could not get over how clean MAIN STREET was!! Glory be! I was having flashbacks the way it was over half a century ago. Gave me goose bumps, yes it did.
Where once was Service Station on every other corner, now are Banks!
Once upon a time you could get 'service,' with a smile. Now you bank on line, and smile at your ATM whilst it penetrates into yer mind!
Where once was major retailers, now sits stories, of automobiles piled high, with them automobiles just a waitin'! Apartments galore, for them Brainiac's, in Engineering! New stores of all kinds to entice the shoppers of the world, "Come spend your money here?" to spend money. AH! THE ALMIGHTY MONEY! YEP! THAT'S . . . WHAT IT'S, ALL ABOUT!
I'M NOT HAPPY! I'M NOT SAD! THAT'S THE WAY IT HAS TO BE! RIGHT? EITHER THAT OR BECOME A GHOST TOWN!
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These thoughts were a streaming through my head, as I drive down Washington Street of my home city.
First like I mentioned above, cleanliness, I was taken back, and a golden shine of street lights, beautiful! So much newness added, it leaves a lonely glance of what it once was. Good or bad, a rejuvenation that tells the story of the world and my "Norman Rockwell Hometown."
Get away from MAIN STREET say and visit one of them gigantic big box stores, finds a street sweeper every night sweeping up trash from, the ten acre parking lot!
The difference brings many tears to the old Indian's eyes, and mine!
Once everything turned away from MAIN STREET for the suburbs. There has always been houses around the city extending outward from the rich Bankers to the poor. Shopping Centers took away MAIN STREET.
A new Mall for MAIN STREET was built as a savior for downtown. Worked for awhile til, twenty years later A Multi Mighty Mall was built. Lordy, Lordy, can't compete with developers with a gazillion dollars. Was the fanciest Mall in all the land to regular folk! Every shop was full! Shops we poor ones never heard of! Twenty years later the Gigantium Mall sits in bankruptcy!!!
One BIG, BIG, BIG BOX STORE has two Super Duper Stores in the Suburbs here. They were never part of downtown, they've always been the """Suburb's."""
Around the Town Square with the historic magical old fashioned Courthouse with a clock 10 feet round, still stands Mightily And Forever Taller! The Lighthouse still sends out the beckoning calls
to one and all. The All, now being people of the world, rather than a small Midwestern mostly German immigrants of farmers and factories.
I may never get around to the entire thoughts that scrambled in me mind, flashing like the many neon lights from the taverns, that once filled MAIN STREET. That's a story for another day I've touched upon in earlier posts. ( I'll give you a wee hint, wee Germans, love our beer! )
I GET A PRESCRIPTION FILLED AT 1: AM FROM A BEAUTIFUL OLDER WOMAN, WHO SPOKE BEAUTIFUL ENGLISH, FROM INDIA.
((( DARN, I CANNOT UNDERSTAND HER.! HER ENGLISH IS TOO PROPER! )))
DROVE TO MY FAVORITE CONVENIENT STORE ALONG THE INTERSTATE, PUMPED ME SOME GASOLINE, BOUGHT SOMETHING TO DRINK.
AT 3: am, ON SUNDAY MORN, AT ONE LOCAL CONVENIENT STORE, ( MY FAV ) I SEE PEOPLE REPRESENTING SEVERAL COUNTRIES! IS IT REAL? IN A MILLION YEARS GROWING UP HERE IN THE HEARTLAND OF THE MIGHTY MIDWEST, OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, NEVER . . . WOULD I EVER . . . OF THOUGHT SUCH A THING POSSIBLE! NO SIR!, NO WAY, NO HOW!
As I sit at my desk in sixth grade studying History, a young boy could not grasp the magnitude of looking at the map OF the world! There was only a few black families in my town. We'd see migrant farm workers in the summer.
ME SEEING PEOPLE FROM OTHER COUNTRIES WAS AS MINIMAL AS THE CHARCTER JIMMY STEWART PLAYED IN "IT'S A WONDEFUL LIFE'. A GETTIN' OUT OF HIS TOWN!
WASN'T IT POTTERSVILLE?
"TIMES! THEY ARE A CHANGIN'!"
"YEP! THAT BE FER SURE!"
WE CANNOT TURN BACK TIME, NOR HOLD TIGHTLY ONTO YESTER-YEAR!
WHY I CHOOSE TO WRITE THIS TODAY IS SIMPLE!!! A RIDE DOWN MAIN STREET DONE THE TRICK!
LIVIN' FER TODAY, MEANS HOLDIN' ON TO THE PAST, WISELY! (((goodnight my friends, no matter where yee hang yer hat!!!)))
It was very warm, so I decide to take a ride in my Mercury Mountaineer. (A big SUV.) A big un, and an old un, like a me! What I like 'bout this time of the year even late at night I roll them winders down and feel the breeze, feels . . . so good! ( Yes I meant to say winders, O-K-A-Y? I gotta me me, I gotta be Me!!!) Drove through the city, wherst, I was bornst, and raised, smackdab downtown. My city was beautifully lite up and clean, I could not get over how clean MAIN STREET was!! Glory be! I was having flashbacks the way it was over half a century ago. Gave me goose bumps, yes it did.
Where once was Service Station on every other corner, now are Banks!
Once upon a time you could get 'service,' with a smile. Now you bank on line, and smile at your ATM whilst it penetrates into yer mind!
Where once was major retailers, now sits stories, of automobiles piled high, with them automobiles just a waitin'! Apartments galore, for them Brainiac's, in Engineering! New stores of all kinds to entice the shoppers of the world, "Come spend your money here?" to spend money. AH! THE ALMIGHTY MONEY! YEP! THAT'S . . . WHAT IT'S, ALL ABOUT!
I'M NOT HAPPY! I'M NOT SAD! THAT'S THE WAY IT HAS TO BE! RIGHT? EITHER THAT OR BECOME A GHOST TOWN!
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These thoughts were a streaming through my head, as I drive down Washington Street of my home city.
First like I mentioned above, cleanliness, I was taken back, and a golden shine of street lights, beautiful! So much newness added, it leaves a lonely glance of what it once was. Good or bad, a rejuvenation that tells the story of the world and my "Norman Rockwell Hometown."
Get away from MAIN STREET say and visit one of them gigantic big box stores, finds a street sweeper every night sweeping up trash from, the ten acre parking lot!
The difference brings many tears to the old Indian's eyes, and mine!
Once everything turned away from MAIN STREET for the suburbs. There has always been houses around the city extending outward from the rich Bankers to the poor. Shopping Centers took away MAIN STREET.
A new Mall for MAIN STREET was built as a savior for downtown. Worked for awhile til, twenty years later A Multi Mighty Mall was built. Lordy, Lordy, can't compete with developers with a gazillion dollars. Was the fanciest Mall in all the land to regular folk! Every shop was full! Shops we poor ones never heard of! Twenty years later the Gigantium Mall sits in bankruptcy!!!
One BIG, BIG, BIG BOX STORE has two Super Duper Stores in the Suburbs here. They were never part of downtown, they've always been the """Suburb's."""
Around the Town Square with the historic magical old fashioned Courthouse with a clock 10 feet round, still stands Mightily And Forever Taller! The Lighthouse still sends out the beckoning calls
to one and all. The All, now being people of the world, rather than a small Midwestern mostly German immigrants of farmers and factories.
I may never get around to the entire thoughts that scrambled in me mind, flashing like the many neon lights from the taverns, that once filled MAIN STREET. That's a story for another day I've touched upon in earlier posts. ( I'll give you a wee hint, wee Germans, love our beer! )
I GET A PRESCRIPTION FILLED AT 1: AM FROM A BEAUTIFUL OLDER WOMAN, WHO SPOKE BEAUTIFUL ENGLISH, FROM INDIA.
((( DARN, I CANNOT UNDERSTAND HER.! HER ENGLISH IS TOO PROPER! )))
DROVE TO MY FAVORITE CONVENIENT STORE ALONG THE INTERSTATE, PUMPED ME SOME GASOLINE, BOUGHT SOMETHING TO DRINK.
AT 3: am, ON SUNDAY MORN, AT ONE LOCAL CONVENIENT STORE, ( MY FAV ) I SEE PEOPLE REPRESENTING SEVERAL COUNTRIES! IS IT REAL? IN A MILLION YEARS GROWING UP HERE IN THE HEARTLAND OF THE MIGHTY MIDWEST, OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, NEVER . . . WOULD I EVER . . . OF THOUGHT SUCH A THING POSSIBLE! NO SIR!, NO WAY, NO HOW!
As I sit at my desk in sixth grade studying History, a young boy could not grasp the magnitude of looking at the map OF the world! There was only a few black families in my town. We'd see migrant farm workers in the summer.
ME SEEING PEOPLE FROM OTHER COUNTRIES WAS AS MINIMAL AS THE CHARCTER JIMMY STEWART PLAYED IN "IT'S A WONDEFUL LIFE'. A GETTIN' OUT OF HIS TOWN!
WASN'T IT POTTERSVILLE?
"TIMES! THEY ARE A CHANGIN'!"
"YEP! THAT BE FER SURE!"
WE CANNOT TURN BACK TIME, NOR HOLD TIGHTLY ONTO YESTER-YEAR!
WHY I CHOOSE TO WRITE THIS TODAY IS SIMPLE!!! A RIDE DOWN MAIN STREET DONE THE TRICK!
LIVIN' FER TODAY, MEANS HOLDIN' ON TO THE PAST, WISELY! (((goodnight my friends, no matter where yee hang yer hat!!!)))
Saturday, June 21, 2014
The Old, Lifty Thing!
IT'S FRIDAY . . . I just got off work. Man! No better feeling than that! Our air-conditioning went out and I was a sweating! I sweat sometimes when others are just right, so at first I thought it was just me. ( I think that a lot in many situations! ) Apparently it wasn't just me. Friday's are usually a rough night, normally. Add the everybody sweating factor, which is not good! It was past time for me to go and I got a phone call from the driver who took my place, causin I threw me a real hissy-fit about hafting to drive, when I was promised two year ago, I would not haft-to, no more!
The main Bossey was off celebrating her birthday, so the asst. bossey gives the phone to me to see if I could hep, the other driver with a lift gate problem on the back of the truck you see! ( What am I a thinkin'? You cannot see , imagine the lifty thing on the back won't go up and down like it supposed too! )
OOPS, I THREW ME A COUPLE HISSY FITS ABOUT THREE YEARS AGO, ABOUT THAT SAME LIFTY THINGEE! The thing is . . . They bought new trucks and put the old lifty thing a ma jig, off the old fricking trucks! Well thing be is we hafta use that lifty thing every day, and, and, and . . . in really cold ass weather, like we have at 2 am in the morning from December thru February the lifty thing is pushed hard, it be a hydraulic thing, pumps and such ya see! ( I'll explain it like this, me old achy, fricking knees hate the cold as bad as the old lifty pumpy thing! ) That's one of the reason I don't wanna drive no more! DAMN! I done went and done it again. I have notta the faintest idea what I been a sayin'! I got lost somewhere's sweating my brain out tonight!
Okay, back to the cold weather lifty thing. Diesel engines have an heater for the oil, fer when it gets cold, otherwise that damn diesel engine with gallons of oil, ainna, gonna start, it be just that damn simple!!!
Soo after gettin', a couple new trucks with the same O seven year old lifty things, I personally had trouble right where I told them I would! I had already informed my Boss about the stupidity of placing an old lifty thing on a new truck when any smart person would of put new lifty things on a new truck!!! Well now, we normally get new trucks every five years, but becausin of so much trouble with the old lifty things, going down, we're gettin' new ones after only three years, with NEW LIFTY THINGS!!!
Back to where I started, it was after time fer me to go home. I talked to the other driver and give him some advise, because I had trouble four weeks ago at the same place with that old lifty thing. I finally got it a goin'!
Well now after my last hissy fit I decided to slow down and not care as much, yes I did!
SO I REALIZED, IF I DID NOT GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE, I MAY HAFTA WORK OVER AND MAKE A DELIVERY BECAUSE THE OTHER DRIVER MAY NOT GET BACK IN TIME! NEVER AFORE WOULD I HAVE DONE SUCH A THING. I WOULD OF STAYED OVER! WELL NOW, IT WAS PAST TIME FOR ME TO GO HOME AND THAT THERE BE THERE PROBLEM!!!
THERE'S A SAYIN """IF YA CAN'T LICK 'EM, JOIN THEM!!!""" Goodnight my friends.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Glen View . . .
Hello there . . . this be old Glen, a comin' to you tonight, from . . . I ainna gonna tell you! You know, as smart as kids are today with all these gizmo's, I bet they could find out real quick, please don't, there's just something about the imagination of not knowing. I hail from the Midwest, that'll hafta do for now, okey, dokey?
I have been asked, "oh you have a blog, what's it called, and what do you write about?"
WHOW!!! Wee! What do I write about? I've been a practicin' on well over 700 post and don't know! I think I like it that way, yes I do, yee-haw!
Glen View be about Glen and his views. Back in the 80's I watched every show of Magnum P. I.
I remember he would be doing his Private Investigator thing, narrating the story, then there would be
this playing to the camera thing also. I absolutely loved that. I don't know how else to describe it!!!
I have always done something similar, those of you that have read several of my posts realize it.
In a interesting conversation, I'd get wound up in the subject matter and enjoy it so, I'd take it up a notch or two. "GOSH DARN IT!!!" I be a tryin' to explain it and I'm not getting out what I want!!!
My mind rev's higher with good conversation and I would get plum silly! That's not exactly what I'm trying to say! My mind would be serious, funny, and get overloaded, a tryin to take it all in, and get it OUT , , , DAMN! It felt good! Me adrenalin would get a flowin'. ((( None of them old dinosaurs was a gonna catch me, I was a runnin' like the wind, higher than a kite!!! ))) YA SEE THAT LAST SENTENCE IS A EXAMPLE, BABY I GET HIGH!!! ((( Once you start me up, I never stop! )))
I do reckon some times I go get carried away. That's how I am! If I'm passionate about somethun, I give 'er all! If I'm having fun, damn baby, I have me some fun! Also if I'm down, I'm just as down!
I WANT TO GIVE YOU ME!!! ALL OF ME AND I AINNA GOT THERE YET! NO SIR! I'M A STRUGGLIN', ME MIND BE A HITTING ON ALL CYLINDERS +, I CANNOT GET IT OUT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME TO BE SATISFIED! ONE DAY, I'MMA SAYIN' ONE . . . DAY! I'LL GET IT TOGETHER LIKE I WAUNT TOO.
((( YES . . . I meant to say waunt, because I love to hear waunt, instead of want! I find it so cute and has a back-woodsy-ness to it. I come from simple back-woodsy people and I love some of their language and sayings, they throw me into convulsions, a laughin'. Yer sayin, "seriously how can some one say waunt for want?" that's how their family said it, you see! )))
I'M HARD OF HEARING AND IS DETERIORATING MORE SO AS I "AM AGING."
JUST TODAY A YOUNG MAN AT WORK WAUNTED ME TO DO SOMETHING FOR HIM. I WAS DRIVING A FORK LIFE AND HE WAS A TRYIN' TO EXPLAIN TO ME, AND ME AN OLD DEAF MAN WAS 30 FEET AWAY. I SAID "WAIT! " I'M NOW BESIDE HIM AND HE IS A POINTIN' TO SOMETHUN, AND A TALKIN' TO THAT SOMETHUN, YA SEE! I SAY "EXCUSE ME " AFTER SEVERAL ATTEMPTS AT COMMUNICATION, TO A YOUNG MAN WHO TALKS LOW . . . AND IS A LOOKIN' THE OTHER WAY, TOWARDS
SOMETHUN HE WAUNTS ME TO DO!
I SAY "LOOKEE HERE, PLEASE . . . LOOK AT ME, AND I'LL UNDERSTAND EVERYTHANG. YA SEE, "WE THAT ARE HARD O HEARING, READ LIPS AS MUCH, SOMETIMES MORE, THAN WE HEAR."
COMMUNICATION WAS ESTABLISHED AND WE BOTH LAUGHED. TO TAKE THAT A FEW STEPS MORE, I HEAR MANY HILARIOUS CONVERSATIONS AND MIXED UP WORDS! I CAN LAUGH AT WHAT I HEAR, OR DON'T HEAR. SO YOU PUT TOGETHER MY BACK-WOODSY UPBRINGING, WITH HEARING DIFFULCULTIES, MY SENSE OF HUMOR AND SILLINESS. DARKNESS AND WHAT DO YOU GET? """"GLENVIEW"""" OF COURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have been asked, "oh you have a blog, what's it called, and what do you write about?"
WHOW!!! Wee! What do I write about? I've been a practicin' on well over 700 post and don't know! I think I like it that way, yes I do, yee-haw!
Glen View be about Glen and his views. Back in the 80's I watched every show of Magnum P. I.
I remember he would be doing his Private Investigator thing, narrating the story, then there would be
this playing to the camera thing also. I absolutely loved that. I don't know how else to describe it!!!
I have always done something similar, those of you that have read several of my posts realize it.
In a interesting conversation, I'd get wound up in the subject matter and enjoy it so, I'd take it up a notch or two. "GOSH DARN IT!!!" I be a tryin' to explain it and I'm not getting out what I want!!!
My mind rev's higher with good conversation and I would get plum silly! That's not exactly what I'm trying to say! My mind would be serious, funny, and get overloaded, a tryin to take it all in, and get it OUT , , , DAMN! It felt good! Me adrenalin would get a flowin'. ((( None of them old dinosaurs was a gonna catch me, I was a runnin' like the wind, higher than a kite!!! ))) YA SEE THAT LAST SENTENCE IS A EXAMPLE, BABY I GET HIGH!!! ((( Once you start me up, I never stop! )))
I do reckon some times I go get carried away. That's how I am! If I'm passionate about somethun, I give 'er all! If I'm having fun, damn baby, I have me some fun! Also if I'm down, I'm just as down!
I WANT TO GIVE YOU ME!!! ALL OF ME AND I AINNA GOT THERE YET! NO SIR! I'M A STRUGGLIN', ME MIND BE A HITTING ON ALL CYLINDERS +, I CANNOT GET IT OUT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME TO BE SATISFIED! ONE DAY, I'MMA SAYIN' ONE . . . DAY! I'LL GET IT TOGETHER LIKE I WAUNT TOO.
((( YES . . . I meant to say waunt, because I love to hear waunt, instead of want! I find it so cute and has a back-woodsy-ness to it. I come from simple back-woodsy people and I love some of their language and sayings, they throw me into convulsions, a laughin'. Yer sayin, "seriously how can some one say waunt for want?" that's how their family said it, you see! )))
I'M HARD OF HEARING AND IS DETERIORATING MORE SO AS I "AM AGING."
JUST TODAY A YOUNG MAN AT WORK WAUNTED ME TO DO SOMETHING FOR HIM. I WAS DRIVING A FORK LIFE AND HE WAS A TRYIN' TO EXPLAIN TO ME, AND ME AN OLD DEAF MAN WAS 30 FEET AWAY. I SAID "WAIT! " I'M NOW BESIDE HIM AND HE IS A POINTIN' TO SOMETHUN, AND A TALKIN' TO THAT SOMETHUN, YA SEE! I SAY "EXCUSE ME " AFTER SEVERAL ATTEMPTS AT COMMUNICATION, TO A YOUNG MAN WHO TALKS LOW . . . AND IS A LOOKIN' THE OTHER WAY, TOWARDS
SOMETHUN HE WAUNTS ME TO DO!
I SAY "LOOKEE HERE, PLEASE . . . LOOK AT ME, AND I'LL UNDERSTAND EVERYTHANG. YA SEE, "WE THAT ARE HARD O HEARING, READ LIPS AS MUCH, SOMETIMES MORE, THAN WE HEAR."
COMMUNICATION WAS ESTABLISHED AND WE BOTH LAUGHED. TO TAKE THAT A FEW STEPS MORE, I HEAR MANY HILARIOUS CONVERSATIONS AND MIXED UP WORDS! I CAN LAUGH AT WHAT I HEAR, OR DON'T HEAR. SO YOU PUT TOGETHER MY BACK-WOODSY UPBRINGING, WITH HEARING DIFFULCULTIES, MY SENSE OF HUMOR AND SILLINESS. DARKNESS AND WHAT DO YOU GET? """"GLENVIEW"""" OF COURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, June 19, 2014
USUALLY!
Usually when I come home after work I don't read any news on my homepage. WELL today I did and read some of the stupid news of the day and other stuff. I reckon . . . I felt the need to get away from my usual boring, same O, same O, routine you know? All I can say is my malarkey gives me a smile and I have fun, but, BUTT, is there not any other thing out there than Kardashians? Yes Kim has a BUTT and a half, but I do not need to see it any more! As far as Smiley Syrus, oops, I mean Miley Cryus.
Girl . . . y'all trying to be the next ???? Once we all loved you for being you! Now well now ???
I can exist in my little world. When I look at the outside shenanigans, that does not even include the political ring/circus/clowns whatever?
'Bout now yer probably asking yourself, "who got old man Glen pissed off?"
"Baby I ain't pissed off as a matter of factly I feel good!!!" I mean don't you just get mad at what every Tom, Dick, Harry, Tammy, Nancy, and Katrina are doing to us? AWW , , , come on don't act like you don't know nothing about we being used as guinea pigs! Tain't bad enough they a, forcing vaccines into our children, chlorine in our water, stupid pills for medicine, (Damn!!! I 'd rather have sugar pills, I bet they'd be much better than all the jumk O shite we can't even spell. ) I could go on and on!!!
It be the advertisements, the junk they push upon us, that, that, that . . . frost me balls. Have we all become nine year olds? Seems that's where the target intelligence level is geared to!
I'M SO PISSED OFF I'M GOING TO BED, MAYBE I'LL DREAM OF SOMETHING BETTER.
THIS IS NOW THE NEXT NIGHT. I WASN'T PLANNING ON POSTING ANYTHING, HAD TO WORK OVER, AND . . . I ABSOLUTELY HATE OVERTIME!!! SO I WAS CHECKING OUT A FEW THINGS AND RAN ACROSS THIS STORY.
"Toby Keith owes back taxes!" I'm thinkin' how in the world can these entertainers that make soo much mula, not hire accountants that take care of this sort of thing! Remember Willie Nelson who found himself in so much trouble. Well I click on it, like the DUMBASS . . . I BE! Well Toby's estimated personal worth is 320 million dollars. I said to myself "man that's a lot of money." WELL it ain't about his personal wealth. Apparently he has some restaurants and he owes a measly quarter million back taxes on them. He could take spare change from one week and pay them taxes. That be like me buying a sodie-pop!!!
Nothing against Toby, it's the way these headlines are written to grab your eye and makes us fools, by reading them!
I click on another one like the fool I am, 'bout poor old Coke sales being down. The picture shows a green can with Coke on it. WELL didn't take long to get BORED reading about this new green coke, you know what, I click on one underneath the Coke story. MAN WAS I SORRY!
"The worst dressed shoppers at Walmart!" PLEASE don't go there! I just know I'll have NIGHTMARES!!!!
Girl . . . y'all trying to be the next ???? Once we all loved you for being you! Now well now ???
I can exist in my little world. When I look at the outside shenanigans, that does not even include the political ring/circus/clowns whatever?
'Bout now yer probably asking yourself, "who got old man Glen pissed off?"
"Baby I ain't pissed off as a matter of factly I feel good!!!" I mean don't you just get mad at what every Tom, Dick, Harry, Tammy, Nancy, and Katrina are doing to us? AWW , , , come on don't act like you don't know nothing about we being used as guinea pigs! Tain't bad enough they a, forcing vaccines into our children, chlorine in our water, stupid pills for medicine, (Damn!!! I 'd rather have sugar pills, I bet they'd be much better than all the jumk O shite we can't even spell. ) I could go on and on!!!
It be the advertisements, the junk they push upon us, that, that, that . . . frost me balls. Have we all become nine year olds? Seems that's where the target intelligence level is geared to!
I'M SO PISSED OFF I'M GOING TO BED, MAYBE I'LL DREAM OF SOMETHING BETTER.
THIS IS NOW THE NEXT NIGHT. I WASN'T PLANNING ON POSTING ANYTHING, HAD TO WORK OVER, AND . . . I ABSOLUTELY HATE OVERTIME!!! SO I WAS CHECKING OUT A FEW THINGS AND RAN ACROSS THIS STORY.
"Toby Keith owes back taxes!" I'm thinkin' how in the world can these entertainers that make soo much mula, not hire accountants that take care of this sort of thing! Remember Willie Nelson who found himself in so much trouble. Well I click on it, like the DUMBASS . . . I BE! Well Toby's estimated personal worth is 320 million dollars. I said to myself "man that's a lot of money." WELL it ain't about his personal wealth. Apparently he has some restaurants and he owes a measly quarter million back taxes on them. He could take spare change from one week and pay them taxes. That be like me buying a sodie-pop!!!
Nothing against Toby, it's the way these headlines are written to grab your eye and makes us fools, by reading them!
I click on another one like the fool I am, 'bout poor old Coke sales being down. The picture shows a green can with Coke on it. WELL didn't take long to get BORED reading about this new green coke, you know what, I click on one underneath the Coke story. MAN WAS I SORRY!
"The worst dressed shoppers at Walmart!" PLEASE don't go there! I just know I'll have NIGHTMARES!!!!
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
THE OLD FOWL!
I be sitting here at the computer, trying to come up with something. I start pecking away at the keyboard the way an old chicken would peck and claw at the ground. The old fowl would be looking for something fer her belly. I on the other hand am looking for something to fulfill, relax me, before retiring to dreamland. It soothes me, no matter what I peck away about, darkness, laughs, stupidity, seriousness, I'm a all season weirdo character, ya see! (haha) I have some short stories I hope to someday write feel in love with typing away before I go to bed, and I do need the practice at this damn keyboard! Kind a funny somehow as I think back at how hard it was just to type a simple sentence, not all that long ago. I still type simple but can type faster, I'll never be able to keep up with my mind though! My mind even in its slowdown mode by far outruns me fingers, they can walk but not run . . . yet, someday, someday. Some . . . DAY, if I practice, practice and practice, hopefully, I can find a happy medium. I have no idea right now, and don't care how fast I type, I do it for fun. What I do know is, my mind is running a Nascar track somewhere, and my typing is in a school zone. I look back and laugh at all the mistakes I've made, and how long the first posts took me. It was a have to, thing, for me! I just kept a plugging away . . . I have to, I must . . . seemed a life or death thing. Why that is now, I totally understand. My life had changed so much as in the aging process, I must find something that'll allow me the desire to carry on! It's as simple as that, read into that whatever you will, but anything other would be a lie. So I reckon, I was lucky, or actually knew somewhere up top, deep down inside my soul, there was no quitting, anything less would be a sentence, I wish never, to consider! Perseverance, insanity, stubbornness, who knows who cares at this point, huh!!!
DAMN! Am I being serious or what! Enough of that line O thinkin'! I'm actually a forever young at heart kind a guy, that woke up one day whilst I was laying in a hospital and found myself trapped in a Senior's body! Some old Senior man snuck in and robbed my body! Darn toot-in one did! Would I lie to you? I, I, I, might pull your leg a wee bit and twist your mind into convulsions! ( Hahahahaha! )
I GOTTA BE ME . . . I GOTTA BE ME . . . AH OH! PLEASE HOLD . . . I GOTTA GO PEEE!!!
If I've accomplished nothing else I'mma quite sure I've heard some of you saying, ""WHO . . . IS . . . THIS . . . GUY . . .????""
BELIEVE ME, I'M STILL A SEARCHIN'! Goodnight and thanks to one and all who dare to visit . . . GLEN VIEW!
DAMN! Am I being serious or what! Enough of that line O thinkin'! I'm actually a forever young at heart kind a guy, that woke up one day whilst I was laying in a hospital and found myself trapped in a Senior's body! Some old Senior man snuck in and robbed my body! Darn toot-in one did! Would I lie to you? I, I, I, might pull your leg a wee bit and twist your mind into convulsions! ( Hahahahaha! )
I GOTTA BE ME . . . I GOTTA BE ME . . . AH OH! PLEASE HOLD . . . I GOTTA GO PEEE!!!
If I've accomplished nothing else I'mma quite sure I've heard some of you saying, ""WHO . . . IS . . . THIS . . . GUY . . .????""
BELIEVE ME, I'M STILL A SEARCHIN'! Goodnight and thanks to one and all who dare to visit . . . GLEN VIEW!
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Seriosly Folks!!!
I bet yer saying to yerself? "that fella can-not be serios?"
"Yes I can, but most of the time I don't wanna be . . . serious!" "Seriously, being serios is BORING!!!"
I HAVE BEEN TOO SERIOUS, MOST OF MY LIFE!!! Hafta be serious at work at the Doctor's office, the bank, the freaking grocery store.
Seriously . . . this freaking seriousness is driving me freaking seriously INSANE!!!
Seriously, I have a serious side I think?
Well maybe not? I have a fun, zany side and then, I have a dark side.
I'm most definitely . . . am serious . . . while in my dark side!
DAMN!!! Is that all I have is craziness and darkness?
Oh my goodness gracious "is that all there is?" [ Peggy Lee ] ((( "there I go again," [ James Gang ] a title to an old song, "getta outta my head and into my bed, sorry HEART!" [ Bonnie Tyler] )))
OH MY . . . SOMETHING IS HAPPENING . . . I CAN FEEL IT!!! AM I MORPHING INTO ANOTHER TYPE OF BEING? JUST WHEN I'M GETTING USED TO WHOM AND WHAT I AM. OH NO!!!
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PLEASE STAY TUNE AS OLD GLEN HAS TO TAKE A NAP-PEE-POOH! WHAT WILL BECOME OF HIM AS HE AWAKENS? YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS THAT? OR MAYBE YOU DO?
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"Yes I can, but most of the time I don't wanna be . . . serious!" "Seriously, being serios is BORING!!!"
I HAVE BEEN TOO SERIOUS, MOST OF MY LIFE!!! Hafta be serious at work at the Doctor's office, the bank, the freaking grocery store.
Seriously . . . this freaking seriousness is driving me freaking seriously INSANE!!!
Seriously, I have a serious side I think?
Well maybe not? I have a fun, zany side and then, I have a dark side.
I'm most definitely . . . am serious . . . while in my dark side!
DAMN!!! Is that all I have is craziness and darkness?
Oh my goodness gracious "is that all there is?" [ Peggy Lee ] ((( "there I go again," [ James Gang ] a title to an old song, "getta outta my head and into my bed, sorry HEART!" [ Bonnie Tyler] )))
OH MY . . . SOMETHING IS HAPPENING . . . I CAN FEEL IT!!! AM I MORPHING INTO ANOTHER TYPE OF BEING? JUST WHEN I'M GETTING USED TO WHOM AND WHAT I AM. OH NO!!!
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PLEASE STAY TUNE AS OLD GLEN HAS TO TAKE A NAP-PEE-POOH! WHAT WILL BECOME OF HIM AS HE AWAKENS? YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS THAT? OR MAYBE YOU DO?
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Sunday, June 15, 2014
Lost, and I can't find IT!
Yesterday's pot sure was somethun! I just wish I knew how to categorize it? Oh well, just another day, another post here in Mr. Glen's Neighborhood! I don't want you to ever confuse me with Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. He wore a sweater and I'm loveable. ( Ha, ha, ha. Please place laugh here. ) I went to the Grocery Store and on the way back a post for tonight jumped into my mind, well it's an hour later and that post is no where to be found!
Had a comment from a friend a while back, Incoming!!! that said "love your malarky!" Yep! that be me! I really like that word. I'll use it in a sentence.
That there Glen View fella is full of MALARKY.
Now I'll use another word from my back-woodsy upbringing to make that word more understandable!
(((Damn! do you see all them big words I used in that last sentence? Sheesh . . . I'mma getting this here English learners book for Dummies a real workout! )))
That there Glen View fella is full of shite!
Yep! That be me alright-o! I fancied that word up a bit added an e, wanted to make it more proper!
"When I was a little bitty baby my mamma would rock me in the cradle, in them old cotton fields back home." ( From the song titled "Cottonfields" )
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THIS HERE, WOULD BE AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO Y'ALL!!!
THE WORDS UP ABOVE ARE FROM A POPULAR SONG FROM WAY BACK WHEN. SOMETIMES FROM OUT OF THE BLUE, SOMETHING TRIGGERS THEM!!!
( Please, please, please? Tell me this happens to you to? Or I might seem a wee bit CRAZY!!! )
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I love this word MALARKY OR MALARKEY whichever way you wish to spell it.
MALARKY, Slang, Exaggerated or foolish talk, usually intended to deceive: (snookered by a lot of malarkey.)
MALARKEY ROOFING WHAT??? Malarkey offers a full line of Superior shingles. What???
I had me some of them SHINGLES a couple year ago and them shingles sure did hurt!!! WAIT the shingles I had can't be like the shingles on a roof! ((( Don't I ever feel FOOLISH? ))) NAH!!!
MALARKY, Insincere or foolish talk: bunkum. See malarkey defined for English-language learners: foolish words or ideas: NONSENSE . . .
I hit on that English-language for learners and did not lurn anything more than what was already said!
HOWSA SOME DUMB OLD COUNTRY FOOL, SUPPOSE TO LURN MORE, OR PROPER ENGLISH WHEN I KAN'T LURN MORE BY CLIKING ON IT?
OHH! "I SEE NOW" SAID THE BLIND MAN!
IT WERE A USING THIS WORD FULL OF SHITE, I, I, I, MEAN MALARKY, TO DESCRIBE POLITICIANS TALK! Humm . . . maybe I've been in the wrong line of work!!!
Had a comment from a friend a while back, Incoming!!! that said "love your malarky!" Yep! that be me! I really like that word. I'll use it in a sentence.
That there Glen View fella is full of MALARKY.
Now I'll use another word from my back-woodsy upbringing to make that word more understandable!
(((Damn! do you see all them big words I used in that last sentence? Sheesh . . . I'mma getting this here English learners book for Dummies a real workout! )))
That there Glen View fella is full of shite!
Yep! That be me alright-o! I fancied that word up a bit added an e, wanted to make it more proper!
"When I was a little bitty baby my mamma would rock me in the cradle, in them old cotton fields back home." ( From the song titled "Cottonfields" )
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THIS HERE, WOULD BE AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO Y'ALL!!!
THE WORDS UP ABOVE ARE FROM A POPULAR SONG FROM WAY BACK WHEN. SOMETIMES FROM OUT OF THE BLUE, SOMETHING TRIGGERS THEM!!!
( Please, please, please? Tell me this happens to you to? Or I might seem a wee bit CRAZY!!! )
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I love this word MALARKY OR MALARKEY whichever way you wish to spell it.
MALARKY, Slang, Exaggerated or foolish talk, usually intended to deceive: (snookered by a lot of malarkey.)
MALARKEY ROOFING WHAT??? Malarkey offers a full line of Superior shingles. What???
I had me some of them SHINGLES a couple year ago and them shingles sure did hurt!!! WAIT the shingles I had can't be like the shingles on a roof! ((( Don't I ever feel FOOLISH? ))) NAH!!!
MALARKY, Insincere or foolish talk: bunkum. See malarkey defined for English-language learners: foolish words or ideas: NONSENSE . . .
I hit on that English-language for learners and did not lurn anything more than what was already said!
HOWSA SOME DUMB OLD COUNTRY FOOL, SUPPOSE TO LURN MORE, OR PROPER ENGLISH WHEN I KAN'T LURN MORE BY CLIKING ON IT?
OHH! "I SEE NOW" SAID THE BLIND MAN!
IT WERE A USING THIS WORD FULL OF SHITE, I, I, I, MEAN MALARKY, TO DESCRIBE POLITICIANS TALK! Humm . . . maybe I've been in the wrong line of work!!!
Saturday, June 14, 2014
LIVID AND LIVER!
I got off work and it was such a pretty night, me belly was a growlin', "rurrrrr!" I been wantin' some French fries from a place all the way cross town, yes sir! Here in the Midwest we have White Castle Hamburgers. Small square hamburgers with small pieces of onion cooked on them. Fresh off the grill them little S. O. B's melt in your mouth. They're available 24 hours a day. Well this is what I want, and being, as it was Friday, I said to myself, "go get 'em baby!" All I can say I need a cigarette afterwards!!! (Ah, ha, ha, ha!)
NOW I RETURN YOU, BACK TO REALITY! SORRY!
It's been a most interesting last few weeks, where I slave away, earning my livin,' I don't rightly know where to start, so I'll tune my old guitar and strum slowly into it, a writin' a bit, a hoping to get down to a little somethun . . . somethun!
Why did I call this "LIVID AND LIVER" don't rightly, nor, wrongly know yet, I shall work on it, or change the title. All I can say at this point I was a thinkin', with a full belly of French fries and what some of us here call them tiny square burgers "rectum rockets!" ( I like that term for them! )
Sorry, I think I hit a wrong number in me head, er somethun!
I must recap, because I seem to have lost this post! ( Did I ever have it? )
Key words are, belly-a-growlin'--pretty night--french-fries--cigarette--reality--"livid-and-liver"--"rectum-rockets--wrong number.
HAVEN'T THE FOGGIEST IDEA WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT!!!!!
I'M GOING TO CALL UPON THE MIGHTY KEYBOARD TO UNLOCK THIS MYSTERY. I'M GOING TO BED. TOMORROW WHEN I WAKE UP "THE MIGHTY KEYBOARD" WILL HAVE SOLVED THE MYSTERY! IF NOT THEN I'M OFF TO STAPLES FOR ANOTHER NEW KEYBOARD, THAT'LL MAKE, 9 I'VE BROKE OVER ME HEAD AND KNEE! YOU KNOW THEY WON'T PUT A WARRANTY ON THEM? I ASKED AND THEY SAID ""NOOBODY BUT ME . . . EVER . . . NEEDED . . . NOR ASKED!""
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Did I ever talk about the uproar at work? That be a real nice word uproar!
UPROAR a condition of noisy excitement AND confusion; tumult.
TUMULT is emotional upheaval: a psychological OR emotional upheaval Or agitation.
UPHEAVAL extreme agitation OR disorder. ( You know I have heard this word "upheaval", I thought it was up-evil! Well damn, you're never too old to learn!!! )
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BOYS AND GIRLS OF MR. GLEN'S NEIGHBORHOOD . . . WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED? YEP! THAT'S RIGHT ABSOLUTELY NOTHIN'. ((( Please remember that, as your lesson for today! )))
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My work world has been in a state of discombobulation for a few weeks now. (No, no, no, even . . .
more so, than normal!!! )
I wish to ask a question. "WHAT is the hardest thing to do in a relationship, OR in an environment with people, doesn't matter whether they be a genius or morons. "That's right!!!" C-O-M-M-U-N-I-C-A-T-I-O-N.
WELL TOO MANY BOSSES, CREATES A HEAP OF UPEVIL OR UPHEAVAL.
I really like the definition of TUMULT, I think I shall end this "UPHEAVAL IN COMMUNICATION" on the definition of TUMULT.
TUMULT is emotional upheaval: a psychological OR emotional upheaval OR "AGITATION." Man O, man O, HAVE WE SUFFERED PSYCHOLOGICAL, EMOTIONAL, and AGITATION!!!
THIS HERE POST GAVE ME A HEADACHE WRITING IT!!!
AS FAR AS THE POST TITLE "LIVID AND LIVER." I WAS LIVID ONE NIGHT, AND WENT HOME! (Yes sir, threw mw a hissy fit! )
LIVID . . . WELL THAT WORD JUST MADE ME THINK OF THE WORD LIVER. ALSO I USE TO LOVE LIVER, BUT THE ONLY ONE THAT COULD COOK LIVER TO SUIT ME DIED ABOUT 14 YEARS AGO. HER LIVER AND ONIONS WAS THE BESTEST!!! Goodnight my friends I hope you find a chuckle or two in this up-evil of a post. Please remember this is the end of my work week and I have, manic depression, and chronic stupidity, I mean chronic anemia!!!
NOW I RETURN YOU, BACK TO REALITY! SORRY!
It's been a most interesting last few weeks, where I slave away, earning my livin,' I don't rightly know where to start, so I'll tune my old guitar and strum slowly into it, a writin' a bit, a hoping to get down to a little somethun . . . somethun!
Why did I call this "LIVID AND LIVER" don't rightly, nor, wrongly know yet, I shall work on it, or change the title. All I can say at this point I was a thinkin', with a full belly of French fries and what some of us here call them tiny square burgers "rectum rockets!" ( I like that term for them! )
Sorry, I think I hit a wrong number in me head, er somethun!
I must recap, because I seem to have lost this post! ( Did I ever have it? )
Key words are, belly-a-growlin'--pretty night--french-fries--cigarette--reality--"livid-and-liver"--"rectum-rockets--wrong number.
HAVEN'T THE FOGGIEST IDEA WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT!!!!!
I'M GOING TO CALL UPON THE MIGHTY KEYBOARD TO UNLOCK THIS MYSTERY. I'M GOING TO BED. TOMORROW WHEN I WAKE UP "THE MIGHTY KEYBOARD" WILL HAVE SOLVED THE MYSTERY! IF NOT THEN I'M OFF TO STAPLES FOR ANOTHER NEW KEYBOARD, THAT'LL MAKE, 9 I'VE BROKE OVER ME HEAD AND KNEE! YOU KNOW THEY WON'T PUT A WARRANTY ON THEM? I ASKED AND THEY SAID ""NOOBODY BUT ME . . . EVER . . . NEEDED . . . NOR ASKED!""
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Did I ever talk about the uproar at work? That be a real nice word uproar!
UPROAR a condition of noisy excitement AND confusion; tumult.
TUMULT is emotional upheaval: a psychological OR emotional upheaval Or agitation.
UPHEAVAL extreme agitation OR disorder. ( You know I have heard this word "upheaval", I thought it was up-evil! Well damn, you're never too old to learn!!! )
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BOYS AND GIRLS OF MR. GLEN'S NEIGHBORHOOD . . . WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED? YEP! THAT'S RIGHT ABSOLUTELY NOTHIN'. ((( Please remember that, as your lesson for today! )))
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My work world has been in a state of discombobulation for a few weeks now. (No, no, no, even . . .
more so, than normal!!! )
I wish to ask a question. "WHAT is the hardest thing to do in a relationship, OR in an environment with people, doesn't matter whether they be a genius or morons. "That's right!!!" C-O-M-M-U-N-I-C-A-T-I-O-N.
WELL TOO MANY BOSSES, CREATES A HEAP OF UPEVIL OR UPHEAVAL.
I really like the definition of TUMULT, I think I shall end this "UPHEAVAL IN COMMUNICATION" on the definition of TUMULT.
TUMULT is emotional upheaval: a psychological OR emotional upheaval OR "AGITATION." Man O, man O, HAVE WE SUFFERED PSYCHOLOGICAL, EMOTIONAL, and AGITATION!!!
THIS HERE POST GAVE ME A HEADACHE WRITING IT!!!
AS FAR AS THE POST TITLE "LIVID AND LIVER." I WAS LIVID ONE NIGHT, AND WENT HOME! (Yes sir, threw mw a hissy fit! )
LIVID . . . WELL THAT WORD JUST MADE ME THINK OF THE WORD LIVER. ALSO I USE TO LOVE LIVER, BUT THE ONLY ONE THAT COULD COOK LIVER TO SUIT ME DIED ABOUT 14 YEARS AGO. HER LIVER AND ONIONS WAS THE BESTEST!!! Goodnight my friends I hope you find a chuckle or two in this up-evil of a post. Please remember this is the end of my work week and I have, manic depression, and chronic stupidity, I mean chronic anemia!!!
Friday, June 13, 2014
The Portal!
I just watched another silent movie called "City Lights" made in 1931 with Charlie Chaplin. Can you imagine in the early days of movies going to a theatre and watching one for the first time? We cannot they've been around us so long. The simplicity of silent movies still intrigues me! Maybe it's because of my hearing problem, no I believe it's more than that!
Once upon a time over half a century ago a young boy was allowed to go into the local movie house. The young had been by this magnificent structure hundreds of times in his parents car. It lies in the heart of the city like a beacon. At nighttime it was always a glowing with different color neon lights. WOW! was all the boy could imagine, every time. Well one early Saturday morning in the summertime they were showing movies for the children and I was allowed to go with my older cousins. I cannot remember being any more thrilled than that day.
( I honestly can say, that, even to this day and I hope to fully explain the WHY of it! )
The movie was "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea" starring Kirk Douglas. The ticket booth was outside back then. You walk through two sets of beautifully finished, wooden doors with a round pane of glass about midway up. I remember that round pane of glass passionately. Today I view that as a portal into anther world, that saved me many a times, a home away from home for many years to come.
I wish to use them round portal windows and travel back, relive the importance and capture with all my senses as I become a 12 year old for one final time!!!!
At approximately this time I was old enough to get a paper route, my first real job. The theater back then showed a film Sunday thru Wednesday and a different one Thursday thru Saturday. Since I was making my own money I visited that theater twice a week for many a years. How many different movies would that be say in five years? Over 500 wow!!!
The theater was down-town as everything was back then. Originally built in 1895, it was a majestic old building still around but looks like the local politicians are eyeing it for the wrecking ball. I can only hope as it sits in the heart of town, here in the heart of Midwest, someone with a heart will save it. A lot of cities are undergoing rebuilding efforts just as mine, well . . . one can hope, can't one?
At the age of 12, I pretty much could do as I please, earning my own money, taking care of my chores, times were so much different, we never locked the doors to our house, crime was pretty much nonexistent! I know that's hard to believe but true. My parents knew I was at the matinees on weekends and that was that!
The old movie house had a smell all its own. Walking thru the two sets of heavy wooden doors was always exciting, then the smell of popcorn, whow-wee!!! I'd buy me a bag of popcorn, a three musketeers bar and a Coca-Cola. When the theater lights dimmed and the movie started it was always magical. EVERY TIME IT WAS MAGIC!!! Any problems a boy may of had vanished for awhile. No matter what twice a week was special. The boy was completely lost in another world, a portal where imagination, comedy, THE BOY WAS THE MOVIE!
I use to enjoy movies a great deal until about 20 years ago. I still watch one occasionally here at home, haven't been to a theater of any kind for 20 years. What once was magic disappeared behind surround sound, special effects, killing, cussing, too much of too much, sameness!!!
WELL WHEN THE LITTLE BOY NEEDED IT THE MOST-EST, IT WAS THERE. I'M THANKFUL FOR THAT, EXTREMELY THANKFUL.
I HAVE A FRIEND THAT BRINGS ME MANY MOVIES, I DON'T WATCH THEM I GIVE THEM BACK AND TELL HIM THANKS.
AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS POST I MENTIONED THE MOVIE "CITY LIGHTS, " I ENJOYED IT, ANOTHER MOVIE CALLED "SPARROWS" MADE IN 1925 WITH MARY PICKFORD I ENJOYED. WHILE IN THE HOSPITAL A COUPLE YEARS AGO THERE WAS A MARATHON OF THE "LITTLE RASCALS" SILENTS FROM MID 20'S. ALL THE NURSES DOCTORS, ETC. STOPPED AND WATCHED . . . AND . . . LAUGHED! ALL DID!!!
I WISH TO BE ENTERTAINED, TOO LAUGH, TOO CRY, "" TOO FUCKING FEEL SOMETHING!!!""
I DON'T FEEL AS DEEPLY AS I ONCE DID ABOUT CERTAIN THINGS, MAYBE GROWING OLD CHANGES MORE THAN THE BODY?
I STILL BELIEVE IN HONESTY, HARD WORK, MY IMAGINATION, LOVE, FAMILY A GOOD PUPPY DOG, GOOD FOOD, A GOOD STORY! I'M A SIMPLE MAN AND AIM TO STAY THAT WAY. I'D BE HAPPY IF A SILENT MOVIE WAS BEING PLAYED AT MY FUNERAL, "THE LITTLE RASCALS." DON'T WANT NOBODY CRYING FOR ME!!!
I'D BE SOO FERKING HAPPY GOING WHEREVER I BE A GOIN,' IF . . . I COULD HAVE MY FUNERAL IN THAT OLD MOVIE HOUSE, A SHOWING "20,000LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA" THAT'S WHERE A YOUNG POOR BOY WITH PROBLEMS AT HOME, LEARNED TO REALLY LIVE!!!!
Once upon a time over half a century ago a young boy was allowed to go into the local movie house. The young had been by this magnificent structure hundreds of times in his parents car. It lies in the heart of the city like a beacon. At nighttime it was always a glowing with different color neon lights. WOW! was all the boy could imagine, every time. Well one early Saturday morning in the summertime they were showing movies for the children and I was allowed to go with my older cousins. I cannot remember being any more thrilled than that day.
( I honestly can say, that, even to this day and I hope to fully explain the WHY of it! )
The movie was "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea" starring Kirk Douglas. The ticket booth was outside back then. You walk through two sets of beautifully finished, wooden doors with a round pane of glass about midway up. I remember that round pane of glass passionately. Today I view that as a portal into anther world, that saved me many a times, a home away from home for many years to come.
I wish to use them round portal windows and travel back, relive the importance and capture with all my senses as I become a 12 year old for one final time!!!!
At approximately this time I was old enough to get a paper route, my first real job. The theater back then showed a film Sunday thru Wednesday and a different one Thursday thru Saturday. Since I was making my own money I visited that theater twice a week for many a years. How many different movies would that be say in five years? Over 500 wow!!!
The theater was down-town as everything was back then. Originally built in 1895, it was a majestic old building still around but looks like the local politicians are eyeing it for the wrecking ball. I can only hope as it sits in the heart of town, here in the heart of Midwest, someone with a heart will save it. A lot of cities are undergoing rebuilding efforts just as mine, well . . . one can hope, can't one?
At the age of 12, I pretty much could do as I please, earning my own money, taking care of my chores, times were so much different, we never locked the doors to our house, crime was pretty much nonexistent! I know that's hard to believe but true. My parents knew I was at the matinees on weekends and that was that!
The old movie house had a smell all its own. Walking thru the two sets of heavy wooden doors was always exciting, then the smell of popcorn, whow-wee!!! I'd buy me a bag of popcorn, a three musketeers bar and a Coca-Cola. When the theater lights dimmed and the movie started it was always magical. EVERY TIME IT WAS MAGIC!!! Any problems a boy may of had vanished for awhile. No matter what twice a week was special. The boy was completely lost in another world, a portal where imagination, comedy, THE BOY WAS THE MOVIE!
I use to enjoy movies a great deal until about 20 years ago. I still watch one occasionally here at home, haven't been to a theater of any kind for 20 years. What once was magic disappeared behind surround sound, special effects, killing, cussing, too much of too much, sameness!!!
WELL WHEN THE LITTLE BOY NEEDED IT THE MOST-EST, IT WAS THERE. I'M THANKFUL FOR THAT, EXTREMELY THANKFUL.
I HAVE A FRIEND THAT BRINGS ME MANY MOVIES, I DON'T WATCH THEM I GIVE THEM BACK AND TELL HIM THANKS.
AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS POST I MENTIONED THE MOVIE "CITY LIGHTS, " I ENJOYED IT, ANOTHER MOVIE CALLED "SPARROWS" MADE IN 1925 WITH MARY PICKFORD I ENJOYED. WHILE IN THE HOSPITAL A COUPLE YEARS AGO THERE WAS A MARATHON OF THE "LITTLE RASCALS" SILENTS FROM MID 20'S. ALL THE NURSES DOCTORS, ETC. STOPPED AND WATCHED . . . AND . . . LAUGHED! ALL DID!!!
I WISH TO BE ENTERTAINED, TOO LAUGH, TOO CRY, "" TOO FUCKING FEEL SOMETHING!!!""
I DON'T FEEL AS DEEPLY AS I ONCE DID ABOUT CERTAIN THINGS, MAYBE GROWING OLD CHANGES MORE THAN THE BODY?
I STILL BELIEVE IN HONESTY, HARD WORK, MY IMAGINATION, LOVE, FAMILY A GOOD PUPPY DOG, GOOD FOOD, A GOOD STORY! I'M A SIMPLE MAN AND AIM TO STAY THAT WAY. I'D BE HAPPY IF A SILENT MOVIE WAS BEING PLAYED AT MY FUNERAL, "THE LITTLE RASCALS." DON'T WANT NOBODY CRYING FOR ME!!!
I'D BE SOO FERKING HAPPY GOING WHEREVER I BE A GOIN,' IF . . . I COULD HAVE MY FUNERAL IN THAT OLD MOVIE HOUSE, A SHOWING "20,000LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA" THAT'S WHERE A YOUNG POOR BOY WITH PROBLEMS AT HOME, LEARNED TO REALLY LIVE!!!!
Thursday, June 12, 2014
To Learn . . . To Suffer . . . To Die?
THIS POST IS A OLDER ONE. I HAVE SO MANY UNPOSTED ONES I DECIDED TO POST THIS ONE, SEEMS TO MAKE SOME SENSE, AT LEAST TO ME!!!!!!
Is that not, what life's about? Learning is life in a NUT-shell. Well possibly I made it a mite simple.
I have this thought right now I must explain! The thought along with a sense of dire seriousness flashes through my mind at 5 AM.
Peacefulness . . . the likes of which I'm normally not about, fills me at this moment. I have written many posts in the last couple hours, all serious. It seems I'm in a heart-sounding off moment. It feels most unusual, free and right for this particular moment, in time.
My thoughts are not of laughs, which is always, there. I've found making lite of all problems has been the best way to go, however seriousness is at the helm, I'll sail with it.
I think I'll retrace the last week and see why this serious side has taken over. I try to keep my little world as simple as I can. While once I was forced to live in the main-street of our everyday world, where I never fit in. FORCED is the proper word. ( For those of you who know me, know how much I hate that word as in English and properness! )
At the age of 38 a label was attached to me from a battery of tests where I was employed. A simple psychological test, we were experimenting with at the factory. There was 15 of us taking this test, The importance was to use this test on potential new hires you see. As the nut in the nutshell, I've been employed here, about 20 years and was evening Supervisor for 50 people, making very good money. I was rejected as a potential person to be hired!!! The first of many forthcoming labels by the modern "Fraudian" (Yes, I meant it spelled that way as in frauds!) Doctors.
Well I was aghast! I've been a loyal employee rising through the ranks and proud of the job that I've done. The president of that small company must have read my mind. Certainly he reviewed all 15 people and wanted to talk to me.
The paper said advise not to hire, and the word introvert which I never understood at that moment was forever and forever engraved into my mind.
INTROVERT, I've found many meanings, I'll choose the ones that I think ring true. Withdrawn - reclusive - reserved - quiet. ( I never thought of that as bad! )
Through the years another label was hung around my neck like a flashing neon sign. Manic Depression also called Bipolar. WHAT???
"Yep you're reading my thoughts!" But then you're always reading my thoughts, right?
A couple words enter my mind, stigma, and dogma. "WHAT?" Where did those specialty, attachment words fly in from? ( Must be Fred Fraud again!)
Well . . . I best let you read into that whatever you want for I go into a rant and I'm too tired to type all the cuss words and other summations on such matters.
Have you noticed in magazines and on the televisions commercials, seems to me the Pharmaceutical giants have cures for EVERYTHANG!!! therefore they as on the Doctoring and Pill Manufacturers MUST keep coming up with new disorders to create new pills for the new DISORDERS!!!
Is that not, what life's about? Learning is life in a NUT-shell. Well possibly I made it a mite simple.
I have this thought right now I must explain! The thought along with a sense of dire seriousness flashes through my mind at 5 AM.
Peacefulness . . . the likes of which I'm normally not about, fills me at this moment. I have written many posts in the last couple hours, all serious. It seems I'm in a heart-sounding off moment. It feels most unusual, free and right for this particular moment, in time.
My thoughts are not of laughs, which is always, there. I've found making lite of all problems has been the best way to go, however seriousness is at the helm, I'll sail with it.
I think I'll retrace the last week and see why this serious side has taken over. I try to keep my little world as simple as I can. While once I was forced to live in the main-street of our everyday world, where I never fit in. FORCED is the proper word. ( For those of you who know me, know how much I hate that word as in English and properness! )
At the age of 38 a label was attached to me from a battery of tests where I was employed. A simple psychological test, we were experimenting with at the factory. There was 15 of us taking this test, The importance was to use this test on potential new hires you see. As the nut in the nutshell, I've been employed here, about 20 years and was evening Supervisor for 50 people, making very good money. I was rejected as a potential person to be hired!!! The first of many forthcoming labels by the modern "Fraudian" (Yes, I meant it spelled that way as in frauds!) Doctors.
Well I was aghast! I've been a loyal employee rising through the ranks and proud of the job that I've done. The president of that small company must have read my mind. Certainly he reviewed all 15 people and wanted to talk to me.
The paper said advise not to hire, and the word introvert which I never understood at that moment was forever and forever engraved into my mind.
INTROVERT, I've found many meanings, I'll choose the ones that I think ring true. Withdrawn - reclusive - reserved - quiet. ( I never thought of that as bad! )
Through the years another label was hung around my neck like a flashing neon sign. Manic Depression also called Bipolar. WHAT???
"Yep you're reading my thoughts!" But then you're always reading my thoughts, right?
A couple words enter my mind, stigma, and dogma. "WHAT?" Where did those specialty, attachment words fly in from? ( Must be Fred Fraud again!)
Well . . . I best let you read into that whatever you want for I go into a rant and I'm too tired to type all the cuss words and other summations on such matters.
Have you noticed in magazines and on the televisions commercials, seems to me the Pharmaceutical giants have cures for EVERYTHANG!!! therefore they as on the Doctoring and Pill Manufacturers MUST keep coming up with new disorders to create new pills for the new DISORDERS!!!
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Me-MySelf and I!
I have bits and pieces of post, I looked at some of them and said "what?" Scary! I thought . . . "what ferking idiot wrote these?" Then I remembur . . . Me/myself/ I. There ain't no wonder, I had no idea of what I was reading! Too many people, a tryin' to think! Three people working on somethun, like too many cooks in the kitchen, you know?
No wonder this old man has trouble getting anything from the brain, let alone getting his fingers to cooperate, on that darn keyboard!
( I hope some day, before I die, I find that damn key, that makes this keyboard work!!! )
Now where wasn't I? OR was it Me, or was it Myself?
((( Come on people you have to slow way down and use just, a few firing synapses to understand, here on "View Glen," "BRAIN FARTO" Glen View . . . I think!!!)))
SEE HOW FUN IT IS FER ME, JUST TO PLUCK AWAY, I MEAN PECK AWAY, SAY NUTHIN'.
A thought, just thought its way, up to my storefront window! My computer is a Hewlett Packard, I call him Hewie Picardo. My thought is, or is it was? Maybe I need a computer more designed to fit me.
How 'bout, since I'm almost deaf, one made to hear and understand me? Nah, that ainna, gonna, work cause since I can't hear properly, my words come out like I hear them and BELIEVE me sometimes they come out real screwy! ( Just like this post )
How 'bout one of them computers for dummies, like computer 101, for beginners? Yep! That's what I need! ( That's what I want for Christmas! )
How 'bout since one side of my parents was backwoodsy as in "hills and hollers." You ain't never heard of that expression before? Well . . . instead of thinking mountain high and valley low, think small, therefore we have hills and hollers! SEE! Also before the telephone them hollers made hollering easier to your neighbors! Just open the door and holler over to your cousin, Jimmy Ray Earl Bob!
I got side swiped, what the ferk was I a sayin'? Oh! oh! oh! A idiot computer with a name like, Earl Bob!!! I like it! I want one of them Earl Bob's computers, yes I do! I'm going to look one of them up right now! I had a smart computer whiz tell me "you can find anything on a computer!"
There once was an automobile called a Packard, maybe they quit making automobiles and can make a computer that can work with an old fart like me!
SEEMS FOR SURE . . . this post is headed for the scrap heap with my other post, but DAMN! I had fun with it!
No wonder this old man has trouble getting anything from the brain, let alone getting his fingers to cooperate, on that darn keyboard!
( I hope some day, before I die, I find that damn key, that makes this keyboard work!!! )
Now where wasn't I? OR was it Me, or was it Myself?
((( Come on people you have to slow way down and use just, a few firing synapses to understand, here on "View Glen," "BRAIN FARTO" Glen View . . . I think!!!)))
SEE HOW FUN IT IS FER ME, JUST TO PLUCK AWAY, I MEAN PECK AWAY, SAY NUTHIN'.
A thought, just thought its way, up to my storefront window! My computer is a Hewlett Packard, I call him Hewie Picardo. My thought is, or is it was? Maybe I need a computer more designed to fit me.
How 'bout, since I'm almost deaf, one made to hear and understand me? Nah, that ainna, gonna, work cause since I can't hear properly, my words come out like I hear them and BELIEVE me sometimes they come out real screwy! ( Just like this post )
How 'bout one of them computers for dummies, like computer 101, for beginners? Yep! That's what I need! ( That's what I want for Christmas! )
How 'bout since one side of my parents was backwoodsy as in "hills and hollers." You ain't never heard of that expression before? Well . . . instead of thinking mountain high and valley low, think small, therefore we have hills and hollers! SEE! Also before the telephone them hollers made hollering easier to your neighbors! Just open the door and holler over to your cousin, Jimmy Ray Earl Bob!
I got side swiped, what the ferk was I a sayin'? Oh! oh! oh! A idiot computer with a name like, Earl Bob!!! I like it! I want one of them Earl Bob's computers, yes I do! I'm going to look one of them up right now! I had a smart computer whiz tell me "you can find anything on a computer!"
There once was an automobile called a Packard, maybe they quit making automobiles and can make a computer that can work with an old fart like me!
SEEMS FOR SURE . . . this post is headed for the scrap heap with my other post, but DAMN! I had fun with it!
Monday, June 9, 2014
SNOT!?!?
I cannot see what I be typin', so I made it what I thought would be a wee bit bigger. Seems more than a tad larger, but I'll go with it on this post.
How you a doin' out there a livin' on our little rock of a planet!
I'll talk about somethun, I just don't know yet! This part is what I call "priming the pump." Ya see on weekends I don't use me head and cobwebs can form so I start meandering around till hopefully I hit on somethun or say a few things that bring a smile to my face AND I HOPE YOURS!
I chose the title for this post because my head's not right, but you already figured that out, ( At least I hope so! )
I come to you today with not a heavy heart, but a heavy head, if I was a watermelon, I'd be overripe, ready to burst all over the place. Unlike "Gallagher" you remember that comedian that would bust watermelons on stage and people would laugh as it would get on the first several rows of the audience.
I WOULD LIKE FOR YOU TO PUT ON YOUR IMAGINATION, IMAGINARY CAP FOR ME. AH! COME ON "YOU CAN DO IT!"
I was going to say something! I had to take a nap and I forgot!
I'll take me another nap to counter the other nap!
Oh! Yeah! Now I remember . . . I must go to the store for eggs and milk. ( Sorry, I kan't hep me-self sometimes! )
I wish my head was one of them watermelons that Gallagher use to smash on stage, ha-ha-ha-I'm laughing so hard I cannot type it, ha-ha-ha!
I . . .Imagine my head as full-as-""SNOT""-as-it-is-right-now.
Old Gallagher brings that sledgehammer down as hard as he can, and, and, and, ha-ha-ha-. Ah-ha-ha-!!!
((( Are you imagining along with me??? )))
Down comes that giant sledgehammer, the people are expecting another watermelon drenching, they're laughing like a bunch O ferking morons! Ahh, ha, ha, ha! I can't type it it's so, so, so funny!
((( Ohh, I must go blow my nose, before I can finish. )))
[ Sound of snot coming outta-me-head, a couple times, the Kleenex is wet and warm from . . . Damn! what have I been a breathin' in? ]
You are a visualizing along with me right? Come on you have been in my current predicament before. NORMALLY I be full of shit!!! For whatever reason I be full of somethun else! I'd rather be full of the other S word!!!
Okay! okay! okay!!! Gallagher be a bringin' that sledgehammer down, suddenly he feels like the world's strongest man at the carnival, you know, gonna hit that game so hard and win his little woman a Teddy Bear for a ringin' that bell at the top. That bell goes ding, ding, ding, a faster than has ever been DINGED before. It shoots off the top of that pole and hits the bearded fat lady as she was hitting the highest note of her song. She reaches a pitch never achieved and all the lights at the carnival pop!!!
DAMN! I MAY HAVE OVER PRIMED THIS TIME!!!
IF YOU CANNOT VISUALIZE WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT SEE BELOW!
SPLATT , , , The sledgehammer hits the watermelon/head and stuff shoots out at a rate old Gallagher never reached before! All the audience was wet in slimey, clearish, greenish, sticky, SNOT!!!
NOW YOU MUST ADMIT THE ANSWER WAS NOT AS FUNNY AS A LEADING UP TO IT!
This has simply been a nightmare induced by me Glen View!
I now return control back to you!
How you a doin' out there a livin' on our little rock of a planet!
I'll talk about somethun, I just don't know yet! This part is what I call "priming the pump." Ya see on weekends I don't use me head and cobwebs can form so I start meandering around till hopefully I hit on somethun or say a few things that bring a smile to my face AND I HOPE YOURS!
I chose the title for this post because my head's not right, but you already figured that out, ( At least I hope so! )
I come to you today with not a heavy heart, but a heavy head, if I was a watermelon, I'd be overripe, ready to burst all over the place. Unlike "Gallagher" you remember that comedian that would bust watermelons on stage and people would laugh as it would get on the first several rows of the audience.
I WOULD LIKE FOR YOU TO PUT ON YOUR IMAGINATION, IMAGINARY CAP FOR ME. AH! COME ON "YOU CAN DO IT!"
I was going to say something! I had to take a nap and I forgot!
I'll take me another nap to counter the other nap!
Oh! Yeah! Now I remember . . . I must go to the store for eggs and milk. ( Sorry, I kan't hep me-self sometimes! )
I wish my head was one of them watermelons that Gallagher use to smash on stage, ha-ha-ha-I'm laughing so hard I cannot type it, ha-ha-ha!
I . . .Imagine my head as full-as-""SNOT""-as-it-is-right-now.
Old Gallagher brings that sledgehammer down as hard as he can, and, and, and, ha-ha-ha-. Ah-ha-ha-!!!
((( Are you imagining along with me??? )))
Down comes that giant sledgehammer, the people are expecting another watermelon drenching, they're laughing like a bunch O ferking morons! Ahh, ha, ha, ha! I can't type it it's so, so, so funny!
((( Ohh, I must go blow my nose, before I can finish. )))
[ Sound of snot coming outta-me-head, a couple times, the Kleenex is wet and warm from . . . Damn! what have I been a breathin' in? ]
You are a visualizing along with me right? Come on you have been in my current predicament before. NORMALLY I be full of shit!!! For whatever reason I be full of somethun else! I'd rather be full of the other S word!!!
Okay! okay! okay!!! Gallagher be a bringin' that sledgehammer down, suddenly he feels like the world's strongest man at the carnival, you know, gonna hit that game so hard and win his little woman a Teddy Bear for a ringin' that bell at the top. That bell goes ding, ding, ding, a faster than has ever been DINGED before. It shoots off the top of that pole and hits the bearded fat lady as she was hitting the highest note of her song. She reaches a pitch never achieved and all the lights at the carnival pop!!!
DAMN! I MAY HAVE OVER PRIMED THIS TIME!!!
IF YOU CANNOT VISUALIZE WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT SEE BELOW!
SPLATT , , , The sledgehammer hits the watermelon/head and stuff shoots out at a rate old Gallagher never reached before! All the audience was wet in slimey, clearish, greenish, sticky, SNOT!!!
NOW YOU MUST ADMIT THE ANSWER WAS NOT AS FUNNY AS A LEADING UP TO IT!
This has simply been a nightmare induced by me Glen View!
I now return control back to you!
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Let, me in baby!
I have been off work a couple hours and am relaxing watching television, well I'm relaxing. The television's not relaxing me, maybe putting me to sleep. "Yeah that's the ticket!'' (WHAT?) Never mind brain fart!
The dog on my lap, somethun in me belly and damn! I get real sleepy. "I'm going to bed" I tell myself. Then I get this silly ass idea! Yep! yer reading it! This time of the week I be so tired I sleep like, like, like, a tired sleepy man.
Fummy ( I love fummy, gonna leave that sucker in. Sometimes I quack me-self up! ) thing is I've got a condition called "chronic anemia." Actually it's not FUMMY, but like everything else that's thrown at us we have to make do. YES WE DO!
Chronic Anemia is the reduction in oxygen-carrying red blood cells hemogoblins! OOpsey! HEMOGLOBIN. YOU KNOW THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHANG . . . NOW! MY SILLINESS. I'LL NEVUR LURN ""PROPERNESS,"" I GOT ME AN EXCUSE NOW!!! Yippee!!!
Okay . . . back to not normal Glen View channel! By the end of the week this here old man be worn out! Yes I am! And you know what? It's from all the bull-shit at work! Yes it is, hallelujah !!!
OKAY finally to what I was going to say several lines ago! Friday nights I be so exhausted I may sleep twelve hours, now here's the amazing part. I will not wake up to go to the bathroom! Now tell me that's not unusual with an old bladder!
Also I have the bestest, fantastical, wonderful, beautiful, amazing dreams! YES I DO!!!
I NOW RETURN YOU, TO WHATEVER THE FERK, I WAS TALKIN' 'BOUT EARLIER!!!
I think the television is company. Nothing much to activate synapses, just pretty colors with messages hidden to make you go to sleep. I think the word I'm looking for is subliminal messages. I heard that word some where's. All I see is sub, as in sandwich, liminal does not ring a bell! Sounds foreign to me and I ainna, gonna, look it up so there! Limi seems like let-me-in baby. it's cold out here. As for "al" don't know don't care! ( I really like that let-me-in baby! )
'Bout now I see I should a listened to my body telling me "get your arse in bed!"
I don't think that's a liminal or a subliminal message is it? Later! I'm going to sleep now.
THIS IS NOW THE NEXT DAY!
After a very good day/night sleep with plen-to dreams. ( this little note is for any new ones to Glen View, howdy! I sometimes make up my own variation of words, )
I mowed my yard, take a ride and get me some good grub from my favorite steak house. Then I come back home a sneezin' my head off, and eyes a watering I can barely type this!
What was I a talkin' 'bout yesterday? Who knows? Who cares?
WELL now! This whatch-a-ma-call-it bunch O words was assembled by me over several sit downs on Saturday in between blowing my nose and sneezing me wittle head off, and what be left of my brain. ( HOW CAN THERE BE SO MUCH SNOT IN THERE??? )
PLEASE REMEMBUUR NOW, I WRITE FOR THE HELL OF IT, AND THE FUUN!!!!!!!
Achoo . . . achoo . . . achoo . . . AACCHHOOOO . . . . . . . goodnight!!!
The dog on my lap, somethun in me belly and damn! I get real sleepy. "I'm going to bed" I tell myself. Then I get this silly ass idea! Yep! yer reading it! This time of the week I be so tired I sleep like, like, like, a tired sleepy man.
Fummy ( I love fummy, gonna leave that sucker in. Sometimes I quack me-self up! ) thing is I've got a condition called "chronic anemia." Actually it's not FUMMY, but like everything else that's thrown at us we have to make do. YES WE DO!
Chronic Anemia is the reduction in oxygen-carrying red blood cells hemogoblins! OOpsey! HEMOGLOBIN. YOU KNOW THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHANG . . . NOW! MY SILLINESS. I'LL NEVUR LURN ""PROPERNESS,"" I GOT ME AN EXCUSE NOW!!! Yippee!!!
Okay . . . back to not normal Glen View channel! By the end of the week this here old man be worn out! Yes I am! And you know what? It's from all the bull-shit at work! Yes it is, hallelujah !!!
OKAY finally to what I was going to say several lines ago! Friday nights I be so exhausted I may sleep twelve hours, now here's the amazing part. I will not wake up to go to the bathroom! Now tell me that's not unusual with an old bladder!
Also I have the bestest, fantastical, wonderful, beautiful, amazing dreams! YES I DO!!!
I NOW RETURN YOU, TO WHATEVER THE FERK, I WAS TALKIN' 'BOUT EARLIER!!!
I think the television is company. Nothing much to activate synapses, just pretty colors with messages hidden to make you go to sleep. I think the word I'm looking for is subliminal messages. I heard that word some where's. All I see is sub, as in sandwich, liminal does not ring a bell! Sounds foreign to me and I ainna, gonna, look it up so there! Limi seems like let-me-in baby. it's cold out here. As for "al" don't know don't care! ( I really like that let-me-in baby! )
'Bout now I see I should a listened to my body telling me "get your arse in bed!"
I don't think that's a liminal or a subliminal message is it? Later! I'm going to sleep now.
THIS IS NOW THE NEXT DAY!
After a very good day/night sleep with plen-to dreams. ( this little note is for any new ones to Glen View, howdy! I sometimes make up my own variation of words, )
I mowed my yard, take a ride and get me some good grub from my favorite steak house. Then I come back home a sneezin' my head off, and eyes a watering I can barely type this!
What was I a talkin' 'bout yesterday? Who knows? Who cares?
WELL now! This whatch-a-ma-call-it bunch O words was assembled by me over several sit downs on Saturday in between blowing my nose and sneezing me wittle head off, and what be left of my brain. ( HOW CAN THERE BE SO MUCH SNOT IN THERE??? )
PLEASE REMEMBUUR NOW, I WRITE FOR THE HELL OF IT, AND THE FUUN!!!!!!!
Achoo . . . achoo . . . achoo . . . AACCHHOOOO . . . . . . . goodnight!!!
Friday, June 6, 2014
I . . . hurt! OR, one/other
i hurt, but don't mean too! i'm mean, but don't mean too! can't help myself sometimes, i try to be other . . . than what . . i'm not.
please let me? tell you a story about a boy, a father, and a mother.
the mother was "springtime and april showers," a rainbow with love bigger than the "pot O gold!"
ah the father! opposites! somehow . . . some reason . . . they . . . you know?
young love is, young love, you know? well you should, if you do not!
one smart, educated, backward, unsure of herself!
the other, uneducated, backwoods, problems! you know!
one works 40 hour weeks, plus raises 5 children! buries 2. ( my lifetime hero )
other . . . a problem child/adult!
one the strength . . . i'll never have!
other weaknesses of the mind!
after all these years she still lives!
other died from himself, thirty year ago!
what's in store for the little boy,
who possesses both parts of the parents of one/other?
hum . . . it's yet to know,
as he faces daily all parts,
a tryin to become whole, striving, with all his might to be like ONE, not other!
WILL THE LITTLE BOY, NOW AN OLD MAN, DIE FROM THE WOUNDS OF THE "OTHER" OR SHALL HE SURVIVE LIKE "THE ONE?"
THIS STORY SHALL CONTINUE!!!
please let me? tell you a story about a boy, a father, and a mother.
the mother was "springtime and april showers," a rainbow with love bigger than the "pot O gold!"
ah the father! opposites! somehow . . . some reason . . . they . . . you know?
young love is, young love, you know? well you should, if you do not!
one smart, educated, backward, unsure of herself!
the other, uneducated, backwoods, problems! you know!
one works 40 hour weeks, plus raises 5 children! buries 2. ( my lifetime hero )
other . . . a problem child/adult!
one the strength . . . i'll never have!
other weaknesses of the mind!
after all these years she still lives!
other died from himself, thirty year ago!
what's in store for the little boy,
who possesses both parts of the parents of one/other?
hum . . . it's yet to know,
as he faces daily all parts,
a tryin to become whole, striving, with all his might to be like ONE, not other!
WILL THE LITTLE BOY, NOW AN OLD MAN, DIE FROM THE WOUNDS OF THE "OTHER" OR SHALL HE SURVIVE LIKE "THE ONE?"
THIS STORY SHALL CONTINUE!!!
Thursday, June 5, 2014
All we are . . . is Dust . . . in The Wind!!!
I do my typing in total darkness, the same way I approach everything. A warm blanket on a winter's night.
We come into this world from total darkness, seems appropriate for me to type this way, we'll leave this ol' world that way. When we leave we're a speck of dust.
You can catch the sun shining just right, drapes open to see dust flakes so small you cannot feel them on your skin, cannot feel them as you inhale. They're there, though, aren't they?
WHY am I talking about dust particles?
How many miniscule dust specks would it take to see them with your eyes?
'BOUT now your asking SO! ((( HELLO! You just tapped unto my mind! We're going to best Buds OR be confined in the "GREAT LOONY SANITARIUM" together! )))
(((( ON THE LAST THOUGHT BEST YEE SEEK ANOTHER BLOG. ))))
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I was a goin' to write somethun' profound, then I realized I did not know what profound means These here words, sometimes just jump all around in my head! I think profound has somethun' to do with depth, deep.
WHAT?????
Let me use profound in a sentence. I caught that there . . . big catfish at a profound depth.
WHAT? That don't make a lick a sense, It sure has me boondoggled! There goes another'n! No, no, not "northern." even my computer don't like it!
BOONDOGGLE, you know I've heard and or read that word before, Seems like a Politician's word or somethun'.
BOONDOGGLE ((( Wasn't that Daniel Boone's rifles name? )))
BOONDOGGLE is a project that is considered a useless waste. Yep that's what happened to THIS POST ALRIGHTY!!!
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ALL WE ARE, ARE DUST IN THE WIND!
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I KNOW NOW, I MUST GET OUT OF THIS PLACE, BEFORE IT DESTROYS ME!
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We come into this world from total darkness, seems appropriate for me to type this way, we'll leave this ol' world that way. When we leave we're a speck of dust.
You can catch the sun shining just right, drapes open to see dust flakes so small you cannot feel them on your skin, cannot feel them as you inhale. They're there, though, aren't they?
WHY am I talking about dust particles?
How many miniscule dust specks would it take to see them with your eyes?
'BOUT now your asking SO! ((( HELLO! You just tapped unto my mind! We're going to best Buds OR be confined in the "GREAT LOONY SANITARIUM" together! )))
(((( ON THE LAST THOUGHT BEST YEE SEEK ANOTHER BLOG. ))))
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I was a goin' to write somethun' profound, then I realized I did not know what profound means These here words, sometimes just jump all around in my head! I think profound has somethun' to do with depth, deep.
WHAT?????
Let me use profound in a sentence. I caught that there . . . big catfish at a profound depth.
WHAT? That don't make a lick a sense, It sure has me boondoggled! There goes another'n! No, no, not "northern." even my computer don't like it!
BOONDOGGLE, you know I've heard and or read that word before, Seems like a Politician's word or somethun'.
BOONDOGGLE ((( Wasn't that Daniel Boone's rifles name? )))
BOONDOGGLE is a project that is considered a useless waste. Yep that's what happened to THIS POST ALRIGHTY!!!
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ALL WE ARE, ARE DUST IN THE WIND!
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I KNOW NOW, I MUST GET OUT OF THIS PLACE, BEFORE IT DESTROYS ME!
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Wednesday, June 4, 2014
THE BATTLE WITHIN!
The battle rages within! Those of you that read my humble blog, know I hate Mondays . . . passionately!
I understand why, but cannot change the way I feel. I go from feeling ALIVE in my world to feeling like a reject in "The Others" world, I just . . . don't fit in! I try, I really do! Am I the only man left here on Earth that the ALIENS have not replaced with a pod under the bed! You know in that movie replacing us, with an almost us, more controllable. As in a clone, re-cloned so many times that what they once was, does not reside in them, anymore? Damn it! I'm ready, please ease the burden, I choose to not be me anymore! I'm killing myself a frustrated individual that's so fucking tired of the, the, the idiots-and-crazies that make everyday . . . be . . . everyday. My life vitals are dwindling, being taken away, I cannot stop the insanity I see, the irritability I feel, from killing me!
The dilemma is, the life is being drained as I resist and try to rationalize the impossible!
OH SHITE! I THINK I'LL SAY GOODNIGHT ON THAT LAST THOUGHT AND TRY TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ANOTHER DAY!
((( It just flat pisses me off that I can't place coherently what I feel!!! Seems my mind goes, !@#$%^&*()!@#$%^&*()!@#$%^&*()!@#$%^&*()------------fucked-UP! )))
I'M GOING TO POST ANOTHER ONE AT THE SAME TIME THAT GOES ALONG WITH THIS "WHAT I GONNA DO?" BELOW THIS ONE.
I understand why, but cannot change the way I feel. I go from feeling ALIVE in my world to feeling like a reject in "The Others" world, I just . . . don't fit in! I try, I really do! Am I the only man left here on Earth that the ALIENS have not replaced with a pod under the bed! You know in that movie replacing us, with an almost us, more controllable. As in a clone, re-cloned so many times that what they once was, does not reside in them, anymore? Damn it! I'm ready, please ease the burden, I choose to not be me anymore! I'm killing myself a frustrated individual that's so fucking tired of the, the, the idiots-and-crazies that make everyday . . . be . . . everyday. My life vitals are dwindling, being taken away, I cannot stop the insanity I see, the irritability I feel, from killing me!
The dilemma is, the life is being drained as I resist and try to rationalize the impossible!
OH SHITE! I THINK I'LL SAY GOODNIGHT ON THAT LAST THOUGHT AND TRY TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ANOTHER DAY!
((( It just flat pisses me off that I can't place coherently what I feel!!! Seems my mind goes, !@#$%^&*()!@#$%^&*()!@#$%^&*()!@#$%^&*()------------fucked-UP! )))
I'M GOING TO POST ANOTHER ONE AT THE SAME TIME THAT GOES ALONG WITH THIS "WHAT I GONNA DO?" BELOW THIS ONE.
What I Gonna Do?
What I gonna do when they come for me? Sounds like that song at the beginning of " BAD BOYS!" err I th-th-th think that's what it was called. I did watch a few minutes of that "MIGHTY FINE" program, during a commercial break. I'm sorry! I really am!!!
What I gonna do when, it, they, whatever, comes for me? 'Bout now I got you a thinkin', and confused, hey? Yep! I am to! ((( Or should it be two or too? )))
"One day I will be slapped, dead!" It will be from all the festering that comes from within, which I cannot heal!
YOU understand . . . DON'T YOU???
ONCE AGAIN I FIND MYSELF IN THAT STATE OF MIND! I CANNOT STOP IT! ~~ I TRY AS HARD AS I CAN! I MUST JOIN, OR???
Well there ainna, gonna, be a, none of that OR??? Until I be good and ready! AND I ain't good AND ready!
It's not darkness that seeps into me, IT'S fairness, and to be treated equal!!! We that have made way for the newer generations have built something that can never be taken away from us. PRIDE!
I HAVE LOST RESPECT FOR LEADERSHIP! RESPECT IS EARNED NOT GIVEN!
What I gonna do when, it, they, whatever, comes for me? 'Bout now I got you a thinkin', and confused, hey? Yep! I am to! ((( Or should it be two or too? )))
"One day I will be slapped, dead!" It will be from all the festering that comes from within, which I cannot heal!
YOU understand . . . DON'T YOU???
ONCE AGAIN I FIND MYSELF IN THAT STATE OF MIND! I CANNOT STOP IT! ~~ I TRY AS HARD AS I CAN! I MUST JOIN, OR???
Well there ainna, gonna, be a, none of that OR??? Until I be good and ready! AND I ain't good AND ready!
It's not darkness that seeps into me, IT'S fairness, and to be treated equal!!! We that have made way for the newer generations have built something that can never be taken away from us. PRIDE!
I HAVE LOST RESPECT FOR LEADERSHIP! RESPECT IS EARNED NOT GIVEN!
Monday, June 2, 2014
PUT OFF, AND SHORT STORIES.
I put off mowing my grass till late because of the sun and heat. This Sunday evening. It was overcast and a light breeze, I said to myself, "self you best be a getting, that yard mowed." I was a mowin, away, perfect mowing conditions, no hurryin' a takin' my time. THEN . . . I say . . . then, a raindrop falls on me head. I look up at the sky and think "nah it just a goin' to sprinkle." I keep on a mowin'. Then it started raining a little more. "I can still finish my yard a little moisture on me windshield ( My glasses. ) ainna gonna stop this here old hombre! I got pert-nert half of me yard cut when . . . dag-nap-it the rain came down hard enough me winshield wipers couldn't keep up! ( ha-ha-ha 'member now I'm a wearin glasses. ) So shite. I did not complete my task, I be a pissed off old man. That's the way it goes sometimes.
I do reckon I should a done it earlier in the day! WELL YEAH! Now I can see it! There's an old sayin' "the early bird gets the worm" only in my case today it would a been "the old man a mowin' early, would a got a sunburn!" (Hey that sorta rhymes don't it?" )
"IS THERE ANY WORDS OF WISDOM HERE?"
Yep! check the local radar before mowin'.
SO if "the early bird gets the worms." What the hell does that have to do with an old man? NOPE! don't see it!
I'll examine this in more detail. I cannot mow grass at sunrise, too wet, asides any NORMAL person would be in bed, right?
Oh! oh! ohh . . . I ainna no where near NORMAL! I work the dreaded "Graveyard Shift!" ( And there is a lot O shite! ) ((( Ha-ha-ha a wee funny there! )))
NOW-SA, where was I?
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I WROTA THE SILLINESS ABOVE ABOUT 10 HOURS AGO LET'S SEE WHERE ME MIND BE RIGHT NOW!
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For those of you that like something other than my silliness I urge you to read some of my short stories.
"CORNER LOT" A man and woman buy a house from an old woman Dorothy. I will only say this story started off in one of my dreams and my vivid imagination come out. I close this story as a Halloween story. I enjoyed writing it immensely. [ IN MY ARCHIVES THE OCTOBER OF 2010. ]
"LOST ROAD" A young man finds love in a most unusual way, across dreams and dimensions. Another brief dream moment I turned into a short story. [ ARCHIVES NOVEMBER OF 2010 ]
"THE FLAME" This story is what got me into writing. My brother was working as a pressman at a small town here in the Midwest. He shows me this most unusual sight above the local newspaper. This newspaper has been handed down for generations on main street. He unlocked the door to this
apartment above the town newspaper, stale musty air was the first thing I sensed. A PLACE THAT HAS NOT SEEN HUMAN PRESENCE IN GOD KNOWS HOW LONG! The completely furnished apartment looked like 1955. The kitchen table was set for two. I was there in 1997, since it has burnt. It shall live forever in my mind and that supernatural impression it made on my mind lingers still. In 2004, I wrote the first draft by hand. All I can say is, the story "THE FLAME" fueled the need to put my thoughts into words. I also believe it's the best thing I've done and will always be my favorite. IT WAS MY BABY AND STILL IS. THE REASON WHY IS I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO THIS, UNTIL I HAD NOTHING MORE TO GIVE. AH! IF YOU DO FIND THE TIME TO READ IT I LEFT IT INCOMPLETE BECAUSE I COULD NOT DARE TO END IT, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE THE ENDING IN MY MIND. PERHAPS IT WILL DIE WITH ME, IF IT DOES IT WILL ONLY BE FITTING. [ ARCHIVES DECEMBER OF 2011 AND HAS SEVERAL CHAPTERS APPROXIMATELY 24,000 WORDS, I DO HOPE YOU'LL READ IT AND TREASURE IT AS MUCH AS I DO!!! ] Glen ONCE AGAIN THANKS FOR STOPPING BY!
I do reckon I should a done it earlier in the day! WELL YEAH! Now I can see it! There's an old sayin' "the early bird gets the worm" only in my case today it would a been "the old man a mowin' early, would a got a sunburn!" (Hey that sorta rhymes don't it?" )
"IS THERE ANY WORDS OF WISDOM HERE?"
Yep! check the local radar before mowin'.
SO if "the early bird gets the worms." What the hell does that have to do with an old man? NOPE! don't see it!
I'll examine this in more detail. I cannot mow grass at sunrise, too wet, asides any NORMAL person would be in bed, right?
Oh! oh! ohh . . . I ainna no where near NORMAL! I work the dreaded "Graveyard Shift!" ( And there is a lot O shite! ) ((( Ha-ha-ha a wee funny there! )))
NOW-SA, where was I?
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I WROTA THE SILLINESS ABOVE ABOUT 10 HOURS AGO LET'S SEE WHERE ME MIND BE RIGHT NOW!
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For those of you that like something other than my silliness I urge you to read some of my short stories.
"CORNER LOT" A man and woman buy a house from an old woman Dorothy. I will only say this story started off in one of my dreams and my vivid imagination come out. I close this story as a Halloween story. I enjoyed writing it immensely. [ IN MY ARCHIVES THE OCTOBER OF 2010. ]
"LOST ROAD" A young man finds love in a most unusual way, across dreams and dimensions. Another brief dream moment I turned into a short story. [ ARCHIVES NOVEMBER OF 2010 ]
"THE FLAME" This story is what got me into writing. My brother was working as a pressman at a small town here in the Midwest. He shows me this most unusual sight above the local newspaper. This newspaper has been handed down for generations on main street. He unlocked the door to this
apartment above the town newspaper, stale musty air was the first thing I sensed. A PLACE THAT HAS NOT SEEN HUMAN PRESENCE IN GOD KNOWS HOW LONG! The completely furnished apartment looked like 1955. The kitchen table was set for two. I was there in 1997, since it has burnt. It shall live forever in my mind and that supernatural impression it made on my mind lingers still. In 2004, I wrote the first draft by hand. All I can say is, the story "THE FLAME" fueled the need to put my thoughts into words. I also believe it's the best thing I've done and will always be my favorite. IT WAS MY BABY AND STILL IS. THE REASON WHY IS I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO THIS, UNTIL I HAD NOTHING MORE TO GIVE. AH! IF YOU DO FIND THE TIME TO READ IT I LEFT IT INCOMPLETE BECAUSE I COULD NOT DARE TO END IT, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE THE ENDING IN MY MIND. PERHAPS IT WILL DIE WITH ME, IF IT DOES IT WILL ONLY BE FITTING. [ ARCHIVES DECEMBER OF 2011 AND HAS SEVERAL CHAPTERS APPROXIMATELY 24,000 WORDS, I DO HOPE YOU'LL READ IT AND TREASURE IT AS MUCH AS I DO!!! ] Glen ONCE AGAIN THANKS FOR STOPPING BY!
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