It was the night before Christmas, not a creature was stirring, all pigs were dreaming with smiles on their faces. Ya see, their favorite person, Bill Lee Hill had gave them special feed, Bill called it "the holiday feast." Bill would never say what the secret ingredients was. It became a Christmas occasion, for his family. They would come to the barn before bedtime and watch as every single hog and piglet would be sound asleep as though hypnotized. Laughter did not disturb, nor the petting of the little ones. Chuckles of dizzy delight echoed though the barn.
Bill Lee was someone special in the hog raising world. Not only did he have an uncanny nack with his favorite four legged friends, he was a down home simple man that could come head to head with any animal, a regular animal whisperer he was.
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THIS STARTED OUT AS A CHRISTMAS FUNNY. A LITTLE JOKE ARTICLE I WROTE WHILE AT WORK MANY YEARS AGO. I WAS CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET AND FOUND BITS AND PIECES OF SHORT ARTICLES WRITTEN BY HAND, WAY . . . BEFORE I BEGAN THIS-HERE-BLOGGEE-THING-A-MA-DOODLE. I TYPED THE FIRST ELEVEN WORDS AND MY MIND WENT SOME-WHERE'S ELSE. ( can you imagine that? ) I RECKON "CAUSE BILL LEE HILL IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE CHARACTER. SO NOW I'MMA, GONNA CHEAT YA AND DO THE LITTLE FUN CHRISTMAS PIECE AS I ORIGINALL WROTE IT.
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It was the night before Christmas, nary a pig were a stirring, down on the farm.
Bill Lee's carharts are hung near the fireplace, for some much needed air!
Bill hopes Santa would bring him a brand spanking new pair.
Soon, Saint Nick would certainly be there.
Bill's back sure hurts from all those scoops.
So many pigs, a lot of pOOp!
Pigs was heard squealing, from high in the air.
Bill strained his eyes, a looking there.
Twelve giant hogs pulling a sled, with a white haired, jolly fella all dressed in red, was coming in for a landing.
"Not up there, down here, I don't wanna shovel turds, off my roof!"
Santa laughs, "okay Bill" handing him a years supply of carharts.
Bill cheers and immediately puts on a brand new pair.
Santa says, these old ones are mighty ripe!"
Bill went inside throwing them into the fire.
Suddenly, flames were a shooting everywhere!
A shock wave of burning methane knocked him for a loop.
Next year "Bill thinks, I'll place them on the stoop.".
Bill runs to the barn, to show his favorite sow, his new suit, he were a happier than, a pig in slop.
"These new coveralls are awful stiff," as he runs, falling into the pig pen.
How quickly, Bill broke his carharts in.
Santa was heard laughing over head, as he threw another pair of carharts to poor ol' Bill.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!!!!
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Old age and patience!
I wrote something yesterday about The Elitist, You hear this word on the news channel, well not the local news, the big all the time news. Seems my local news is okay, except for one thing. The lead off story is about, someone dying, car accident, home fire, shooting. I tune in several minutes late to watch the weather, sports and such. I'm not sure if I'll post the thought on the Elitist, my mind was stuck on that subject.
I just fixed myself a glass of ice tea. The weather has been so nice here, around the 60 degree mark, it will hit 65 today, ice tea just seemed fitting. I find myself doing as little as possible, and thinking the same. I have no desire to leave the house. I go to the doctor, store and see my mother. Too challenging to do anything else.
I use a C. Pap machine to sleep. It went bad a couple weeks ago, was a real pain in the ass, just attempting to get it worked on. The diagnostic screen showed bad power cord. Seemed simple enough to fix just get a new power cord right???
I don't drive much, especially across town to the doctors office. I tried something different. The last couple times my blood pressure has been high. I asked my sister who doesn't work if she would be my chauffeur, "sure" she said. This time it checked good. She said "call me anytime and we'll take a ride." We get to visit, works out good for both of us. I suspected as much on the blood pressure thing. It simply makes me nervous, I get irritated at the other drivers, it takes all my concentration and I have little anymore.
I have no patience for stupidity! Not that I'm so smart, but I have common sense, something that is not too common, apparently in my little world above the Ohio River. I enter my local store and the receptionist asked "can I help you?" First mistake
She ask "my name." She types away on her computer and informs me "you have an inactive file."
My response was, "yes, haven't needed your services in awhile, I get my supplies through the mail, this machine is three years old."
She says, "your insurance card is outdated." I was standing there with my new card in my hand.
I have a weak bladder especially the first thing in the morning. I ask "can I use your rest room please?"
Her reply "we don't have a public restroom." Ah all, WRONG thing to say to me!
"I've never heard of a customer depend business like this that caters to us old folks that doesn't have a rest room." I reply with my legs tightened against my . . . you know.
I was getting lathered up a mite. I reckoned, per the little screen on my smart machine that I just needed a new power cord, ya see I have knocked it off the night stand a couple times.
I said "if you'll just let me see a technician we can get this settled real fast."
She asked "can you bring this back tomorrow?"
Ah oh! I replied "I have not slept for two days, since it went bad Saturday, and you want me to wait another 24 hours?"
YA SEE STUPIDITY HAS SET IN HERE! I NEED A NEW POWER CORD, A TECH COULD GET ME ONE AND I COULD BE OUT IN 5 MEASELY, SHORT, QUICK MINUTES, BUT NO . . . I'M DEALING WITH A RECEPTIONIST THAT DOESN'T KNOW NOTHING!
I was getting upset, and I need to use the rest room, I was in a deep quandary. So I said "apparently I'll have to go find a rest room before I can continue." I walk out the door a talkin' to myself, OOpsey out loud, "never herd of a place of business that don't let you use the bathroom!"
This is another reason why I don't like to go many places, me bladder ainna, whatta, it used to be! Lord have mercy, my friends, there ainna, nothing that works like it used to, add in the medicines I must take to survive, like water pills! I had this all figured out, I got up plenty early and took my meds. Even if I have to go, ya see, I'll just pop into their little boys room, no harm no foul it seems! To me anyhow.
I leave disgusted and pissed off, ( little funny here ) My sister is driving me, my mother's house is real close, so that's where we go. After thinking I called my wife and told her, she said "I'll take care of it for you." That's another reason I don't go out and about anymore. I'm hard of hearing so I always do business in person, Well within an hour I had my machine back, quite amazing ain't it?
SOMETIMES I THINK I MUST SPEAK RUSSIAN OR SOMETHING. THIS WAS AN EXAMPLE OF ONE LITTLE THING I GO THROUGH.
I 'm suppose to go once a month for blood work for clotting. The Doc. said "come anytime." I have been, and there has been no problem. A couple months ago I had several chores in town, and I hate being in town! I go over to my Doctor's office for blood work. The receptionist who always handles it said "go ahead and sit down, I'll tell them." She then picks up her purse and left, as in going home, I watched her drive away. Another woman asked me. "what did I need?" She said "we cannot do this now."
I remind her, "I was told to come in anytime," to get this simple procedure, like getting your blood sugar checked. One simple poke, blood comes out they read it. Simple huh?
Then a third person came out and "told me they cannot do it today."
I were gettin' perturbed! By then the whole office was listening to me. I was the only one in the waiting room. The nurse who usually does this was there, but she did not say anything.
I should a kept my mouth shut, but NO! "I made the point of getting this done today." I said " I drove all this way to get this done and you cannot do it? What's the matter is it too late in the day, you're certainly not busy?"
"The Doctor is not here to read it," the office manager said.
I said "he can read it tomorrow !" I left a shakin' me head, I we're a gettin' hot under me collar.
So I didn't go back that month, or the other. It has been checking fine for many months, they're loosing money because of this.
The next time I go every three months for a check up. My blood pressure was great ya see, my sister drove me. They treat me like royalty that visit, all of us talked and laughed, they made a special point of being nice to me. I pay their salary you know!
WELL I RECKON I HAVE MEANDERED ENOUGH. PATIENCE IS SOMETHING I WISH I HAD. MY WIFE HAS IT, MY MOTHER HAD TOO MUCH. DO YOU OUT THERE HAVE IT? I TOTALLY THINK THAT COMMON SENSE FOR THE MOST PART IS GONE.
I just fixed myself a glass of ice tea. The weather has been so nice here, around the 60 degree mark, it will hit 65 today, ice tea just seemed fitting. I find myself doing as little as possible, and thinking the same. I have no desire to leave the house. I go to the doctor, store and see my mother. Too challenging to do anything else.
I use a C. Pap machine to sleep. It went bad a couple weeks ago, was a real pain in the ass, just attempting to get it worked on. The diagnostic screen showed bad power cord. Seemed simple enough to fix just get a new power cord right???
I don't drive much, especially across town to the doctors office. I tried something different. The last couple times my blood pressure has been high. I asked my sister who doesn't work if she would be my chauffeur, "sure" she said. This time it checked good. She said "call me anytime and we'll take a ride." We get to visit, works out good for both of us. I suspected as much on the blood pressure thing. It simply makes me nervous, I get irritated at the other drivers, it takes all my concentration and I have little anymore.
I have no patience for stupidity! Not that I'm so smart, but I have common sense, something that is not too common, apparently in my little world above the Ohio River. I enter my local store and the receptionist asked "can I help you?" First mistake
She ask "my name." She types away on her computer and informs me "you have an inactive file."
My response was, "yes, haven't needed your services in awhile, I get my supplies through the mail, this machine is three years old."
She says, "your insurance card is outdated." I was standing there with my new card in my hand.
I have a weak bladder especially the first thing in the morning. I ask "can I use your rest room please?"
Her reply "we don't have a public restroom." Ah all, WRONG thing to say to me!
"I've never heard of a customer depend business like this that caters to us old folks that doesn't have a rest room." I reply with my legs tightened against my . . . you know.
I was getting lathered up a mite. I reckoned, per the little screen on my smart machine that I just needed a new power cord, ya see I have knocked it off the night stand a couple times.
I said "if you'll just let me see a technician we can get this settled real fast."
She asked "can you bring this back tomorrow?"
Ah oh! I replied "I have not slept for two days, since it went bad Saturday, and you want me to wait another 24 hours?"
YA SEE STUPIDITY HAS SET IN HERE! I NEED A NEW POWER CORD, A TECH COULD GET ME ONE AND I COULD BE OUT IN 5 MEASELY, SHORT, QUICK MINUTES, BUT NO . . . I'M DEALING WITH A RECEPTIONIST THAT DOESN'T KNOW NOTHING!
I was getting upset, and I need to use the rest room, I was in a deep quandary. So I said "apparently I'll have to go find a rest room before I can continue." I walk out the door a talkin' to myself, OOpsey out loud, "never herd of a place of business that don't let you use the bathroom!"
This is another reason why I don't like to go many places, me bladder ainna, whatta, it used to be! Lord have mercy, my friends, there ainna, nothing that works like it used to, add in the medicines I must take to survive, like water pills! I had this all figured out, I got up plenty early and took my meds. Even if I have to go, ya see, I'll just pop into their little boys room, no harm no foul it seems! To me anyhow.
I leave disgusted and pissed off, ( little funny here ) My sister is driving me, my mother's house is real close, so that's where we go. After thinking I called my wife and told her, she said "I'll take care of it for you." That's another reason I don't go out and about anymore. I'm hard of hearing so I always do business in person, Well within an hour I had my machine back, quite amazing ain't it?
SOMETIMES I THINK I MUST SPEAK RUSSIAN OR SOMETHING. THIS WAS AN EXAMPLE OF ONE LITTLE THING I GO THROUGH.
I 'm suppose to go once a month for blood work for clotting. The Doc. said "come anytime." I have been, and there has been no problem. A couple months ago I had several chores in town, and I hate being in town! I go over to my Doctor's office for blood work. The receptionist who always handles it said "go ahead and sit down, I'll tell them." She then picks up her purse and left, as in going home, I watched her drive away. Another woman asked me. "what did I need?" She said "we cannot do this now."
I remind her, "I was told to come in anytime," to get this simple procedure, like getting your blood sugar checked. One simple poke, blood comes out they read it. Simple huh?
Then a third person came out and "told me they cannot do it today."
I were gettin' perturbed! By then the whole office was listening to me. I was the only one in the waiting room. The nurse who usually does this was there, but she did not say anything.
I should a kept my mouth shut, but NO! "I made the point of getting this done today." I said " I drove all this way to get this done and you cannot do it? What's the matter is it too late in the day, you're certainly not busy?"
"The Doctor is not here to read it," the office manager said.
I said "he can read it tomorrow !" I left a shakin' me head, I we're a gettin' hot under me collar.
So I didn't go back that month, or the other. It has been checking fine for many months, they're loosing money because of this.
The next time I go every three months for a check up. My blood pressure was great ya see, my sister drove me. They treat me like royalty that visit, all of us talked and laughed, they made a special point of being nice to me. I pay their salary you know!
WELL I RECKON I HAVE MEANDERED ENOUGH. PATIENCE IS SOMETHING I WISH I HAD. MY WIFE HAS IT, MY MOTHER HAD TOO MUCH. DO YOU OUT THERE HAVE IT? I TOTALLY THINK THAT COMMON SENSE FOR THE MOST PART IS GONE.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Mendacious
I wish to revisit automatic writing. Automatic writing = writing automatically. Damn that be right simple. Hope I clarified that fer ya. Everybody knows what writing is. Automatic is like yer car, put 'er in automatic and go like hell, until a stop light. Follow me now as I attempt automatic writing after taking my late night medicine. I take so much medicine it's a wonder my mind even works. As the medicine makes me woozy, the screen becomes hard to see.
My newest, favoritiest word is mendacious. Not a pretty word but a real doozy. There is so much of this word going around it reminds me of politics. Aw shite! I told myself but myself never listens, "I'm not going to discuss politics, nor religion."
You know, I have found myself in a new predicament, imagine that. I thought nothing about everything, and everything about nothing. ( Did I just say what I thought I said? ) That makes sense to me at this point in my life. Seems my mind is the same as when I dwell in coma, as in thinking about nothing, or watching the 24 hour a day news.
I have a question for you. Why do we need 24 hour a day news? I'm old enough to remember when we didn't. Is this the creation of a billionaire? Makes sense now. Poor old Ted Turner, creating the nightmare in the tube. Twenty four fucking hours of a mind control experiment to brainwash the masses. Yer asking "did he succeed?"
O. F. F. will give his nickel's worth of opinion on that. First off, there's more commercials to be sold and them damn info-commercials. Late at night I have the television on and there's so many of these info-commercials, I feel like I know everything about everything. Add the barrage of medical wonder pills, my mind runneth over.
Money rules baby! Ol' Teddy created a monster, he took the money and bought all the land he could buy and raises buffalo. Who-wee I bet the largest landowner in America sees a lot o shite.
Side swiped again by me own brain. Folks . . . I SAY FOLKS . . . I'm just getting started, this here auto-writing, something or the other be my cup a tea. I just had cold chills running up my back, the spirit writers have returned to help this ol' boy out. Automatic writing, spirit writing, goofing around writing.
We are so bombarded by too much of too much, all the time everywhere we go! We cannot take it all in, our minds turns to jello, we're incapable of making decisions. We the middle class, search for a reason to carry on. The blue collar workers are incapable of the decision making process. The wise ones off the air waves. OOpsey, ( I like the two O's looks like I'm looking at ya. ) I mean bouncing off them satellites many of them wise commentators on the 24 hour a day news channels tell us this. I have heard the comment pitched many ways, but the think of those of us who never attended college as unknowing in the ways of the real world. Well baby, I worked over 40 years as a blue collar lower middle class act. I see that all politicians are highly educated.
That in a nutshell sums everything up to me. I betcha all of them are millionaires, or will be after serving a few years. Serving my ass! Who? It sire the fuck ain't me or us the blue collar, hard working, backbone of America!
Who are they serving? You hear the word "Elites" thrown around, who are these people?
THAT'S ALL FOR TOAY FOLKS IT'S MY BEDTIME.
My newest, favoritiest word is mendacious. Not a pretty word but a real doozy. There is so much of this word going around it reminds me of politics. Aw shite! I told myself but myself never listens, "I'm not going to discuss politics, nor religion."
You know, I have found myself in a new predicament, imagine that. I thought nothing about everything, and everything about nothing. ( Did I just say what I thought I said? ) That makes sense to me at this point in my life. Seems my mind is the same as when I dwell in coma, as in thinking about nothing, or watching the 24 hour a day news.
I have a question for you. Why do we need 24 hour a day news? I'm old enough to remember when we didn't. Is this the creation of a billionaire? Makes sense now. Poor old Ted Turner, creating the nightmare in the tube. Twenty four fucking hours of a mind control experiment to brainwash the masses. Yer asking "did he succeed?"
O. F. F. will give his nickel's worth of opinion on that. First off, there's more commercials to be sold and them damn info-commercials. Late at night I have the television on and there's so many of these info-commercials, I feel like I know everything about everything. Add the barrage of medical wonder pills, my mind runneth over.
Money rules baby! Ol' Teddy created a monster, he took the money and bought all the land he could buy and raises buffalo. Who-wee I bet the largest landowner in America sees a lot o shite.
Side swiped again by me own brain. Folks . . . I SAY FOLKS . . . I'm just getting started, this here auto-writing, something or the other be my cup a tea. I just had cold chills running up my back, the spirit writers have returned to help this ol' boy out. Automatic writing, spirit writing, goofing around writing.
We are so bombarded by too much of too much, all the time everywhere we go! We cannot take it all in, our minds turns to jello, we're incapable of making decisions. We the middle class, search for a reason to carry on. The blue collar workers are incapable of the decision making process. The wise ones off the air waves. OOpsey, ( I like the two O's looks like I'm looking at ya. ) I mean bouncing off them satellites many of them wise commentators on the 24 hour a day news channels tell us this. I have heard the comment pitched many ways, but the think of those of us who never attended college as unknowing in the ways of the real world. Well baby, I worked over 40 years as a blue collar lower middle class act. I see that all politicians are highly educated.
That in a nutshell sums everything up to me. I betcha all of them are millionaires, or will be after serving a few years. Serving my ass! Who? It sire the fuck ain't me or us the blue collar, hard working, backbone of America!
Who are they serving? You hear the word "Elites" thrown around, who are these people?
THAT'S ALL FOR TOAY FOLKS IT'S MY BEDTIME.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Remember Me?
Been here, there, every were, yet no where, in my mind, I must say. Visited the land of my dear mother, been thinking about nothin'. That there be harder than one thinks. That's a mite funny, heh? There be so much stupid shite, a going on around this old fat fart.
Ya see I been holding every thing and just let 'er fly out as gas. My doggie won't stay in the same room any more. The best thing to do is just vent. Humm, should a learned to do that a long time ago! Suppose it be better late than never, I'd reckon.
When I dare venture out into the land, the land . . . I say the land of the lost. The ignoramus's of the world have further united. Folks old fat fucker here is gonna explain the number one problem amongst my little town in the mid of the Midwest is,,,,,,,,,,,,, [drum roll in your head, come on, do it for O. F. F.] old fat fucker. I gonna make that my handle, fits me like the glove of. O. J.'s. Y'all remember the Juice don't ya?
I been doing some contemplating, about giving this here writin' shite another go. When I was working, instead of retirement as I am now, I much to peck about. I find myself so bored, I can no longer stand it. The hard part will be sitting down at me computer. I've not used it in months. I fund myself starring at the television, flipping channels, so fucking bored! I have got hooked on the evening news, I watch Lou Dobbs, and have watched the republican debates. I told myself I was not gonna do this and gosh darn it I did. Perhaps I can get back into my blogging again. I cannot help as many thoughts come to mind. The government has not thought of a way yet to scan my brain through my computer, or zero in from the satellites, have they?
How I've tried to stay away from politics, yet I'm drawn to all the acts under the big top.
This is my attempt at rejoining something I used to love. Will try with all my might and what few synapses I have left. I come across a late night commercial the other night about a medicine that can help me poor old tired brain to function better, available at my drug store. I'mma gonna, get me a whole bunch. I'm gonna get me some more drugs to make my sexual appetite like I'm 20 again. My old fucking heart will give out, who gives a shite if I'm gonna die there ain't no better way to go than have an orgasm so powerful it pushes your eyes out of your sockets, and curls them toes. HAHA!
Hopefully my sense of humor returns.
Ya see I been holding every thing and just let 'er fly out as gas. My doggie won't stay in the same room any more. The best thing to do is just vent. Humm, should a learned to do that a long time ago! Suppose it be better late than never, I'd reckon.
When I dare venture out into the land, the land . . . I say the land of the lost. The ignoramus's of the world have further united. Folks old fat fucker here is gonna explain the number one problem amongst my little town in the mid of the Midwest is,,,,,,,,,,,,, [drum roll in your head, come on, do it for O. F. F.] old fat fucker. I gonna make that my handle, fits me like the glove of. O. J.'s. Y'all remember the Juice don't ya?
I been doing some contemplating, about giving this here writin' shite another go. When I was working, instead of retirement as I am now, I much to peck about. I find myself so bored, I can no longer stand it. The hard part will be sitting down at me computer. I've not used it in months. I fund myself starring at the television, flipping channels, so fucking bored! I have got hooked on the evening news, I watch Lou Dobbs, and have watched the republican debates. I told myself I was not gonna do this and gosh darn it I did. Perhaps I can get back into my blogging again. I cannot help as many thoughts come to mind. The government has not thought of a way yet to scan my brain through my computer, or zero in from the satellites, have they?
How I've tried to stay away from politics, yet I'm drawn to all the acts under the big top.
This is my attempt at rejoining something I used to love. Will try with all my might and what few synapses I have left. I come across a late night commercial the other night about a medicine that can help me poor old tired brain to function better, available at my drug store. I'mma gonna, get me a whole bunch. I'm gonna get me some more drugs to make my sexual appetite like I'm 20 again. My old fucking heart will give out, who gives a shite if I'm gonna die there ain't no better way to go than have an orgasm so powerful it pushes your eyes out of your sockets, and curls them toes. HAHA!
Hopefully my sense of humor returns.
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Hello . . .
Welcome to my mind! I'm alive and . . kicking, not as high or as powerful. Life . . . well . . . just takes a lot out of you! Wasn't sure I'd ever visit you again, I've been lost! How is it that someone who could not wait to get off work, and type a little somethun, somethun, can just stop? I ask myself that. Didn't need to, well explain that will ya? Can't I shall have a go at it and will start off with a story about me and my mother.
One very fine Sunday afternoon a couple years ago, whilst we were sitting on her front porch, a very fine front porch the way they usta make them many a year ago. You know! Across the front of the house with a porch swing and rocking chairs to rock away a beautiful summer's day like was, this day, 85 in the shade with a rolling breeze that keeps your hair a tickling. Ya close you eyes while a rockin' your mind drifts to another fine summer day, only, ye be a kid, mind, soul, and heart. You know what I be a talkin' about, don't you?
Back to me, and me, Ma, we was a visitin' like old times. Some people ya see ain't much for talkin', like me, Ma. Well now, I have tried for 10 tears to get her to tell me stories about her childhood, family, anything, and everything that enters her mind. I wished to tell her stories on my blog, ya see.
She'd try and try, think and think, nuthin'! I be a thinkin', "it's not possible to live over 80 years, have 7 children, work until 70 years of age and have no memories, she be a lying', to her favorite son, it's not nice to lie to me!
Back to me and my Ma a swingin', away on her front porch. After about an hour of small talk, I decided once more, to attempt story telling with her. We've said nothin' for several minutes.
I said "what are you thinkin' about, tell me what's on your mind at this exact moment?"
Her answer, "nothing, I'm not thinkin', 'bout anything."
I should a known better and left it alone, ya see, but . . . I want some stories from her.
I tried once more to communicate with what was locked away in her mind. Well . . . I could not leave it alone!
I said "Mom you have to be thinking about something, it's not humanly possible, to think about nothing. I'm sitting here with you in a relaxed state and my mind's a churning away."
Well you have to know my Mom, she is a woman of few words, never raises her voice, never heard her say a cuss word and she worked in factories all her life to support a no good husband with many problems.
She said, "I'm not thinking about nothing!"
She said that with the tone, that let me know, "SHE AINNA THINKIN', 'BOUT NOTHIN'!!!"
I laugh as I currently rethink that moment. Never, has it been possible for me, to not be, a thinkin', 'bout nothin'! Not humanly possible! You'd have to be brain dead! I knowsa, me Ma, ainna brain dead! I have had many laughs over this in the last couple years and have wrote about this funny moment.
OKAY!! Hold on to you hat, head, whatever. I have visited this place called thinkin', 'bout nothin'. Yep it exists.
For several weeks actually months my desire to caress these keys vanished, "unfathomable," I must say. No reading of books, no reading or watching the news, no computer time at all. About a week ago, I turned my computer on, to check my hits. Damn, I get more when I don't post! I had the most hits ever the day before. I was flabbergasted!
I have had some life difficulties for a spell now. Even in my attempt to get away from it all, it's nearly impossible.
BEEN AWAY, SEARCHING. I SEARCH NO MORE. I FIND COMFORT IN A WORLD SLOWED DOWN. MY WORLD! DON'T WANT TO BATTLE THE VILLIANS, NO MORE! TOO FUCKING MANY! NEVER MEANT FOR A POOR BOY TO WIN NO HOW. WE'RE ALL SLAVES, SOME HAVE A LONGER LEASH. ENJOY THE SPECIAL MOMENTS, LIKE WITH MY MOM, A ROCKING AWAY THE SUMMER DAY, THINKING ABOUT NOTHING BECAUSE I FOR ONE, HAVE WASTED A LIFETIME OF OVERTHINKING, WITH NOT A DAG BLASTED THING TO SHOW FOR IT!
One very fine Sunday afternoon a couple years ago, whilst we were sitting on her front porch, a very fine front porch the way they usta make them many a year ago. You know! Across the front of the house with a porch swing and rocking chairs to rock away a beautiful summer's day like was, this day, 85 in the shade with a rolling breeze that keeps your hair a tickling. Ya close you eyes while a rockin' your mind drifts to another fine summer day, only, ye be a kid, mind, soul, and heart. You know what I be a talkin' about, don't you?
Back to me, and me, Ma, we was a visitin' like old times. Some people ya see ain't much for talkin', like me, Ma. Well now, I have tried for 10 tears to get her to tell me stories about her childhood, family, anything, and everything that enters her mind. I wished to tell her stories on my blog, ya see.
She'd try and try, think and think, nuthin'! I be a thinkin', "it's not possible to live over 80 years, have 7 children, work until 70 years of age and have no memories, she be a lying', to her favorite son, it's not nice to lie to me!
Back to me and my Ma a swingin', away on her front porch. After about an hour of small talk, I decided once more, to attempt story telling with her. We've said nothin' for several minutes.
I said "what are you thinkin' about, tell me what's on your mind at this exact moment?"
Her answer, "nothing, I'm not thinkin', 'bout anything."
I should a known better and left it alone, ya see, but . . . I want some stories from her.
I tried once more to communicate with what was locked away in her mind. Well . . . I could not leave it alone!
I said "Mom you have to be thinking about something, it's not humanly possible, to think about nothing. I'm sitting here with you in a relaxed state and my mind's a churning away."
Well you have to know my Mom, she is a woman of few words, never raises her voice, never heard her say a cuss word and she worked in factories all her life to support a no good husband with many problems.
She said, "I'm not thinking about nothing!"
She said that with the tone, that let me know, "SHE AINNA THINKIN', 'BOUT NOTHIN'!!!"
I laugh as I currently rethink that moment. Never, has it been possible for me, to not be, a thinkin', 'bout nothin'! Not humanly possible! You'd have to be brain dead! I knowsa, me Ma, ainna brain dead! I have had many laughs over this in the last couple years and have wrote about this funny moment.
OKAY!! Hold on to you hat, head, whatever. I have visited this place called thinkin', 'bout nothin'. Yep it exists.
For several weeks actually months my desire to caress these keys vanished, "unfathomable," I must say. No reading of books, no reading or watching the news, no computer time at all. About a week ago, I turned my computer on, to check my hits. Damn, I get more when I don't post! I had the most hits ever the day before. I was flabbergasted!
I have had some life difficulties for a spell now. Even in my attempt to get away from it all, it's nearly impossible.
BEEN AWAY, SEARCHING. I SEARCH NO MORE. I FIND COMFORT IN A WORLD SLOWED DOWN. MY WORLD! DON'T WANT TO BATTLE THE VILLIANS, NO MORE! TOO FUCKING MANY! NEVER MEANT FOR A POOR BOY TO WIN NO HOW. WE'RE ALL SLAVES, SOME HAVE A LONGER LEASH. ENJOY THE SPECIAL MOMENTS, LIKE WITH MY MOM, A ROCKING AWAY THE SUMMER DAY, THINKING ABOUT NOTHING BECAUSE I FOR ONE, HAVE WASTED A LIFETIME OF OVERTHINKING, WITH NOT A DAG BLASTED THING TO SHOW FOR IT!
Sunday, April 19, 2015
MY STREAM
Been a real, real, REAL . . . rough winter for this old fart! I have been waiting for warm weather and sunshine to break the grips of doldrums, and physical problems of which I found myself fighting. Needless to say my mood has suffered, and I did not want to post the same o, same o shit. You know! bad news, complaining, blah, blah, blah. Damn, we all get tired of that don't we? I will describe in great detail, my latest escapade in Glen View's world.
THOUGHT! Yes we old fuckers do get thoughts in between the senior moments! Have been reading the newspaper and watching some news last week, don't know why, all of a sudden I find myself wanting too. Well now! I'm in the sunset of my life, where the sun is not directly over me head, but, but, butttt . . . We have enough problems in law enforcement1 I do not think a 72 year old man should be a reserve deputy!
OH! OH! OH! I NEVER TOLD YOU THE JOB I USE TO DO WAS IN A COMMERCIAL PRINTING FACILITY, WHO OWNED AND PRODUCED SEVERAL NEWSPAPERS. JUST THOUGHT YOU OUGHT TO NOW SINCE I HAVEN'T WORKED THERE IN SEVEN MONTHS.
Back in early February I lost 18 lbs in one week. How? I hear ya asking! Several times in the last 5 years I was in the hospital for excess fluid retention. Well this here time I wasn't going back to the hospital, no way, Jose! It took me a week, I pissed off the fluid. I lived on, water, jello, oranges, milk, and no salt cashews. I literally cleansed my self body. The excess fluid retention was causing all my joints to hurt, and breathing problems. For 2 weeks after the purging of Glen, I felt amazing, then . . ,. I say . . . THEN . . . I wake up on Monday morning, and me left testicle was swollen twice its size, and let me tell ya, that ainna good! I sit on the edge of the bed and DAMN . . pain shot through the little feller, I mean the new twice the size feller. Me surrounding area you know, the bag area scrotum thing swelled a wee more over the next few days, AND . . . being the stubborn man I is, I waited too long over the weekend my . . . my . . you know it becomes a monster. Sore, painful, I'd reckon! I told myself, "self, I ainna, gonna, go-a to NO damn hospital, huh ah, no way!" Monday morning at 8 am I was on the phone to the doctor. The receptionist ask me, "what is the problem?" I said "my testicles and scrotum are the size of a grapefruit!" She said "you come right on in!" The doctor looked at me, you know, and his eyes widened to the size of my . . you know! He asked, "are you in pain?" "Only when I move and sit!" He gives me a shot of antibiotics, and some heavy weight pills, and to come back in two days. He said "if you have any trouble urinating go to the hospital." Three days that week I go back, and get me a shot in me backside. I'm getting no better so on Friday, he gets me an appointment for 8 am to see a urologist. Monday morning bright and early I'm at the urologist. I be first and weren't no time at all, the specialist be a lookin' and a feelin' me balls! ( That's funny now, believe me wasn't then. Oh! oh! oh! ) (((Should I say this or not! Oh hell I be in a funny mood, I gonna say exactly what I be a thinkin', after all that's the fun of this here writing, streaming, what-cha-ma-call-it shite! This here be the truth and nothing but the truth so help my almost not swollen balls! ))) [ PLACE LAUGH HERE.] After all, if you cannot laugh at yourself, who ya gonna! ]
I do get carried away sometimes and I like it! Yes I do!
I went under water in my journey down the stream of life and was a gonna tell ya somethun, somethun. The part about me scrotum was so swollen it ate me penis! YEAH!!! It disappeared into the swollen mass of my genitals. ( Let me just say there was absolutely nothin' gentle about the whole ordeal!!! )
Doc. said "It'll take about 4 to 6 weeks for this to run its course. After looking at all the meds you have been on in the last several months it caused some problems, a abscess has formed and is causing you much difficulty. Keep taking the medicine your doctor prescribed and I'm going to prescribe another heavyweight one to take along with the other, plus some pain meds. Come back in a week."
THOUGHT! Yes we old fuckers do get thoughts in between the senior moments! Have been reading the newspaper and watching some news last week, don't know why, all of a sudden I find myself wanting too. Well now! I'm in the sunset of my life, where the sun is not directly over me head, but, but, butttt . . . We have enough problems in law enforcement1 I do not think a 72 year old man should be a reserve deputy!
OH! OH! OH! I NEVER TOLD YOU THE JOB I USE TO DO WAS IN A COMMERCIAL PRINTING FACILITY, WHO OWNED AND PRODUCED SEVERAL NEWSPAPERS. JUST THOUGHT YOU OUGHT TO NOW SINCE I HAVEN'T WORKED THERE IN SEVEN MONTHS.
Back in early February I lost 18 lbs in one week. How? I hear ya asking! Several times in the last 5 years I was in the hospital for excess fluid retention. Well this here time I wasn't going back to the hospital, no way, Jose! It took me a week, I pissed off the fluid. I lived on, water, jello, oranges, milk, and no salt cashews. I literally cleansed my self body. The excess fluid retention was causing all my joints to hurt, and breathing problems. For 2 weeks after the purging of Glen, I felt amazing, then . . ,. I say . . . THEN . . . I wake up on Monday morning, and me left testicle was swollen twice its size, and let me tell ya, that ainna good! I sit on the edge of the bed and DAMN . . pain shot through the little feller, I mean the new twice the size feller. Me surrounding area you know, the bag area scrotum thing swelled a wee more over the next few days, AND . . . being the stubborn man I is, I waited too long over the weekend my . . . my . . you know it becomes a monster. Sore, painful, I'd reckon! I told myself, "self, I ainna, gonna, go-a to NO damn hospital, huh ah, no way!" Monday morning at 8 am I was on the phone to the doctor. The receptionist ask me, "what is the problem?" I said "my testicles and scrotum are the size of a grapefruit!" She said "you come right on in!" The doctor looked at me, you know, and his eyes widened to the size of my . . you know! He asked, "are you in pain?" "Only when I move and sit!" He gives me a shot of antibiotics, and some heavy weight pills, and to come back in two days. He said "if you have any trouble urinating go to the hospital." Three days that week I go back, and get me a shot in me backside. I'm getting no better so on Friday, he gets me an appointment for 8 am to see a urologist. Monday morning bright and early I'm at the urologist. I be first and weren't no time at all, the specialist be a lookin' and a feelin' me balls! ( That's funny now, believe me wasn't then. Oh! oh! oh! ) (((Should I say this or not! Oh hell I be in a funny mood, I gonna say exactly what I be a thinkin', after all that's the fun of this here writing, streaming, what-cha-ma-call-it shite! This here be the truth and nothing but the truth so help my almost not swollen balls! ))) [ PLACE LAUGH HERE.] After all, if you cannot laugh at yourself, who ya gonna! ]
I do get carried away sometimes and I like it! Yes I do!
I went under water in my journey down the stream of life and was a gonna tell ya somethun, somethun. The part about me scrotum was so swollen it ate me penis! YEAH!!! It disappeared into the swollen mass of my genitals. ( Let me just say there was absolutely nothin' gentle about the whole ordeal!!! )
Doc. said "It'll take about 4 to 6 weeks for this to run its course. After looking at all the meds you have been on in the last several months it caused some problems, a abscess has formed and is causing you much difficulty. Keep taking the medicine your doctor prescribed and I'm going to prescribe another heavyweight one to take along with the other, plus some pain meds. Come back in a week."
Thursday, March 19, 2015
ASSES!
I may not complete this post and go with whatever is there. We all know what "he's a horse's ass means" right? A donkey is also called an ass, but I don't believe that is downing the poor little donkey, somewhere's along the line and I know not why this example come to be.
(((UH! I wanna warn ya, I been tryin' to learn proper English through my hearing impaired close caption thing a-ma-jig on me tele, ya ee! ))) Wells now I am a tad confused, I see words that just donna seem spelled correcto-mundo to me.I be hearing impaired along with other impairments of age, and . . . it seems correcto, well at least to me sometimes. Then other times it really be screwy (ya though I was gonna say fucked up, didn't you?) Oops!!! I did . . . I did . ..I DID! Damn it! Here's the conclusion me old brain come-a to. I think they let computers decipher the words and they's fuk them up, yes they does! Maybe there ainna enough English majors arounds no more to properly fix them there wurdS! That there be an old fat farts opinion!
Oh, oh, oh I lostee me trane of thinkin' imagine that! ) is trane an air-conditioner or one of them big loco-motive what-cha-ma-call-its that runs on the tracks? )
Back to what the title of this lost post says. Asses. I binged it and guess a what it won't give me the definition of ass, so I punched in arse since that's how I think the English spell it. Nope so I was gettin' perplexed, flummoxed, mad, fucked up, causin I heard that word a gazillion times. Where did that word go? So I punched in derriere, yep . . . BINGO! Derriere = buttocks, butt for slang!
I type in butt, nope, I add an s and get butt splice, and butt surgery. What can't I get ass or the proper English version arse. I did not grow up hearing "buttocks, or derriere, I heard ass!, I'mma gonna whip yer ass!"
Good golly Miss Molly I'm out of it tonight!
The ass thing. Ya see there ainna nothin' I'd rather do than look at a woman with a nice, derriere, buttocks, ass. What in the world has happened to some of these ladies arses. ( I tried to proper that up! ) You know what I be a sayin' I don't have to e-l-a-b-or-a-t-e, no more, BUTT I'mma gonna. I see girls shakin', their ass so fast they could power a windmill on a windless day. You'll see a bunch of them on a certain channel convulsing like the old devil has cast a spell on them. I'mma thinkon' they a gonna shake their ass or pelvis loose and never be able to shake it ever again. What if they were working girls, you know! Anybody that had ass action like that could make a fortune! Yeah! Work that ass for a month or so and retire to The Bahamas. I'd be afraid of women that have asses and can shake it like that. Why they'd tear my manhood off.
(((UH! I wanna warn ya, I been tryin' to learn proper English through my hearing impaired close caption thing a-ma-jig on me tele, ya ee! ))) Wells now I am a tad confused, I see words that just donna seem spelled correcto-mundo to me.I be hearing impaired along with other impairments of age, and . . . it seems correcto, well at least to me sometimes. Then other times it really be screwy (ya though I was gonna say fucked up, didn't you?) Oops!!! I did . . . I did . ..I DID! Damn it! Here's the conclusion me old brain come-a to. I think they let computers decipher the words and they's fuk them up, yes they does! Maybe there ainna enough English majors arounds no more to properly fix them there wurdS! That there be an old fat farts opinion!
Oh, oh, oh I lostee me trane of thinkin' imagine that! ) is trane an air-conditioner or one of them big loco-motive what-cha-ma-call-its that runs on the tracks? )
Back to what the title of this lost post says. Asses. I binged it and guess a what it won't give me the definition of ass, so I punched in arse since that's how I think the English spell it. Nope so I was gettin' perplexed, flummoxed, mad, fucked up, causin I heard that word a gazillion times. Where did that word go? So I punched in derriere, yep . . . BINGO! Derriere = buttocks, butt for slang!
I type in butt, nope, I add an s and get butt splice, and butt surgery. What can't I get ass or the proper English version arse. I did not grow up hearing "buttocks, or derriere, I heard ass!, I'mma gonna whip yer ass!"
Good golly Miss Molly I'm out of it tonight!
The ass thing. Ya see there ainna nothin' I'd rather do than look at a woman with a nice, derriere, buttocks, ass. What in the world has happened to some of these ladies arses. ( I tried to proper that up! ) You know what I be a sayin' I don't have to e-l-a-b-or-a-t-e, no more, BUTT I'mma gonna. I see girls shakin', their ass so fast they could power a windmill on a windless day. You'll see a bunch of them on a certain channel convulsing like the old devil has cast a spell on them. I'mma thinkon' they a gonna shake their ass or pelvis loose and never be able to shake it ever again. What if they were working girls, you know! Anybody that had ass action like that could make a fortune! Yeah! Work that ass for a month or so and retire to The Bahamas. I'd be afraid of women that have asses and can shake it like that. Why they'd tear my manhood off.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
DOES MONEY GROW ON TREES???
Haven't used my computer in a spell, I like to never got it up and running again. I was convinced it was down for good. I rebooted and rebooted and finally . . . it popped to life. I reckon it decided if, I wasn't going to use it then it would visit the great computer gates.
I'm-ma, gonna, prime me brain pump and see where this goes. One never knows with me!
FINALLY . . . the snow has melted, upper 50's, seeds of spring dance in me head, hallelujah! I been out walking enjoying the freshness of a big ol' bear rejuvenating after a long winter's nap.
I have been getting my chihuahua puppy used to riding in my car. Took him into my mothers, she didn't look to good, she's also suffering from a long cold winter. She was in a much better mood and smiling after a couple hours of playing with the puppy. She sits outside all day in the summertime rocking away the hours in her swing. I now can identify with older folks after retirement. The winters are extremely challenging. We don't have to get out in the cold, snowy winter so we don't. I do envy the worker bees still, one has to have a purpose, a true reason to continue, continuing on, with the adversities thrown at you. After a lifetime of feeling like a valuable member of the whole, shot down just when you think you've gotten a handle on life, you feel empty, physically and mentally.
The funny thing I have all the time in the world to peck away at the keyboard, I have little desire to do so. Whilst I was one tiny fraction of the whole, I emotionally was involved. I had many answers but no one cared. That in itself was hard to handle. A lifetime of experience meant nothing anymore. I made good money and that was part of the problem. They could hire young ones and save on the hour. Experience apparently is worthless. Ah! That's not the overriding factor. It's age and body takes a toil, insurance, hospital, so on and so forth. I hold no ill feelings against the ones I work with everyday. It's a upper management, money thing, you see. I have discussed with many people since my brush with the hereafter, sadly I hear similar stories.
Much money is made off the older people, with age comes old age problems. I cannot begin to estimate how big the healthcare, medicines, and yes the insurance companies, are in cahoots a legalized way to rob, especially the elderly. The elderly have the most money I'm sure, but they treat us as no longer important. We leave our money in the bank, no longer splurging as we once could. Physical limitations make it impossible. Yet if our children or grandchildren need money "who they gonna call?" The gray hairs!
With what older citizens has paid in after fifty years of work our medical needs should be free. When you're young and full of piss and vinegar, most don't need it. Families do! I'm tired after working my ass off and giving all I can and of being treated like a third thought. DAMN IF THE KNOWLEDGE, LEADERSHIP, EXPERIENCE, COULD AND WOULD BE TAPPED INTO, I GUARNTEE YOU THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE. WE HAVE SACRIFICED TO RAISE OUR CHILDREN, SEND THEM TO SCHOOL, TO MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE. IT'S NOT THE SENIOR CITIZENS WHO HAVE FUCKED AMERICA UP . . . NO SIR! IT BE THE FUCKING MONEY PEOPLE, THE POLITICIANS. WE HAVE EARNED . . .
PAID . . . OUR WAY TO BECOME DEMOTED TO THIRD CLASS CITIZENS BEHIND THE YOUNG, THE ALIENS.
WE HAVE TO LIVE WITHIN OUR MEANS ALWAYS HAVE. AFTER ALL WE UNDERSTAND THAT MONEY DOESN'T GROW ON TREES!
I'm-ma, gonna, prime me brain pump and see where this goes. One never knows with me!
FINALLY . . . the snow has melted, upper 50's, seeds of spring dance in me head, hallelujah! I been out walking enjoying the freshness of a big ol' bear rejuvenating after a long winter's nap.
I have been getting my chihuahua puppy used to riding in my car. Took him into my mothers, she didn't look to good, she's also suffering from a long cold winter. She was in a much better mood and smiling after a couple hours of playing with the puppy. She sits outside all day in the summertime rocking away the hours in her swing. I now can identify with older folks after retirement. The winters are extremely challenging. We don't have to get out in the cold, snowy winter so we don't. I do envy the worker bees still, one has to have a purpose, a true reason to continue, continuing on, with the adversities thrown at you. After a lifetime of feeling like a valuable member of the whole, shot down just when you think you've gotten a handle on life, you feel empty, physically and mentally.
The funny thing I have all the time in the world to peck away at the keyboard, I have little desire to do so. Whilst I was one tiny fraction of the whole, I emotionally was involved. I had many answers but no one cared. That in itself was hard to handle. A lifetime of experience meant nothing anymore. I made good money and that was part of the problem. They could hire young ones and save on the hour. Experience apparently is worthless. Ah! That's not the overriding factor. It's age and body takes a toil, insurance, hospital, so on and so forth. I hold no ill feelings against the ones I work with everyday. It's a upper management, money thing, you see. I have discussed with many people since my brush with the hereafter, sadly I hear similar stories.
Much money is made off the older people, with age comes old age problems. I cannot begin to estimate how big the healthcare, medicines, and yes the insurance companies, are in cahoots a legalized way to rob, especially the elderly. The elderly have the most money I'm sure, but they treat us as no longer important. We leave our money in the bank, no longer splurging as we once could. Physical limitations make it impossible. Yet if our children or grandchildren need money "who they gonna call?" The gray hairs!
With what older citizens has paid in after fifty years of work our medical needs should be free. When you're young and full of piss and vinegar, most don't need it. Families do! I'm tired after working my ass off and giving all I can and of being treated like a third thought. DAMN IF THE KNOWLEDGE, LEADERSHIP, EXPERIENCE, COULD AND WOULD BE TAPPED INTO, I GUARNTEE YOU THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE. WE HAVE SACRIFICED TO RAISE OUR CHILDREN, SEND THEM TO SCHOOL, TO MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE. IT'S NOT THE SENIOR CITIZENS WHO HAVE FUCKED AMERICA UP . . . NO SIR! IT BE THE FUCKING MONEY PEOPLE, THE POLITICIANS. WE HAVE EARNED . . .
PAID . . . OUR WAY TO BECOME DEMOTED TO THIRD CLASS CITIZENS BEHIND THE YOUNG, THE ALIENS.
WE HAVE TO LIVE WITHIN OUR MEANS ALWAYS HAVE. AFTER ALL WE UNDERSTAND THAT MONEY DOESN'T GROW ON TREES!
Friday, March 6, 2015
IF?
I have been gone for awhile ... mentally and physically. Physically shot, in the bed for seven days, my mind was manic, I could not sleep.
So how was February or at least the last part, for you. Hopefully fair to meddlin'.
I could not sleep, no dreams for me, my most important medicine for mental state and physical replenishment. Ahh! I did have much time for thought! Little comfort from that, as my mind was producing no help. I was in a loop of same ol', same ol', stuck groove as the old vinyl albums use to do. The more I tried resisting proved futile.
I could not rest, there was no way to lay or sit in my easy chair that would allow the least bit of comfort. Seven days I battle the devil, the devil was me! Three times before I fought this particular condition in the hospital, "no more!" I say. "I'll ride this out at home or die here in my bed!"
The body will tell you the problems, if! "I say IF! we listen". The trouble be now, I quit listening!
Felt better lost some weight, slowly old habits return. After all, I've abused my body all my life. Once I turned blue, brought back to life, given a second chance. Sure enough, lifetime of bad habits creep back in. After all we all have bad habits, don't we.
SINCE MY TWO HOSPITAL VACATIONS BACK IN SEPTEMBER ( HA, HA) I GAVE UP MANY THINGS THAT I HAVE BEEN ADDICTED TO ALL MY LIFE SUCH AS CAFFEINE, SUGAR, SALT, FAST FOOD, ALL THE GOOD STUFF THAT'S BAD FOR YOU. SLOWLY I GO BACK TO THE BAD HABITS, SO SLOWLY I BARELY NOTICED. WELL, MY BODY GOES HAYWIRE AND I LET IT HAPPEN. GLUCOSE OUT OF WHACK, POTASSIUM, LOW, TOO MUCH SALT CAUSING MY BODY TO RETAIN WATER. ENTIRELY MY FAULT AND MY STUPIDITY. I KNOW NOW AFTER GIVING ONCE AGAIN ANOTHER CHANCE, I HAVE NOBODY TO BLAME BUT ME.
HARD LESSONS ARE LEARNED THE HARD WAY. THESE LESSONS MUST BE REMEMBERED PERMANENTLY OR BAD HABITS RETURN. IN MY CASE JUST POOR EATING HABITS. SO SIMPLE YET SO HARD TO DO. MY EATING HABITS MUST REMAIN GOOD AS IN THE LAST TWO WEEKS. I FEEL REALLY GOOD AND WISH TO HOLD ONTO THAT.
So how was February or at least the last part, for you. Hopefully fair to meddlin'.
I could not sleep, no dreams for me, my most important medicine for mental state and physical replenishment. Ahh! I did have much time for thought! Little comfort from that, as my mind was producing no help. I was in a loop of same ol', same ol', stuck groove as the old vinyl albums use to do. The more I tried resisting proved futile.
I could not rest, there was no way to lay or sit in my easy chair that would allow the least bit of comfort. Seven days I battle the devil, the devil was me! Three times before I fought this particular condition in the hospital, "no more!" I say. "I'll ride this out at home or die here in my bed!"
The body will tell you the problems, if! "I say IF! we listen". The trouble be now, I quit listening!
Felt better lost some weight, slowly old habits return. After all, I've abused my body all my life. Once I turned blue, brought back to life, given a second chance. Sure enough, lifetime of bad habits creep back in. After all we all have bad habits, don't we.
SINCE MY TWO HOSPITAL VACATIONS BACK IN SEPTEMBER ( HA, HA) I GAVE UP MANY THINGS THAT I HAVE BEEN ADDICTED TO ALL MY LIFE SUCH AS CAFFEINE, SUGAR, SALT, FAST FOOD, ALL THE GOOD STUFF THAT'S BAD FOR YOU. SLOWLY I GO BACK TO THE BAD HABITS, SO SLOWLY I BARELY NOTICED. WELL, MY BODY GOES HAYWIRE AND I LET IT HAPPEN. GLUCOSE OUT OF WHACK, POTASSIUM, LOW, TOO MUCH SALT CAUSING MY BODY TO RETAIN WATER. ENTIRELY MY FAULT AND MY STUPIDITY. I KNOW NOW AFTER GIVING ONCE AGAIN ANOTHER CHANCE, I HAVE NOBODY TO BLAME BUT ME.
HARD LESSONS ARE LEARNED THE HARD WAY. THESE LESSONS MUST BE REMEMBERED PERMANENTLY OR BAD HABITS RETURN. IN MY CASE JUST POOR EATING HABITS. SO SIMPLE YET SO HARD TO DO. MY EATING HABITS MUST REMAIN GOOD AS IN THE LAST TWO WEEKS. I FEEL REALLY GOOD AND WISH TO HOLD ONTO THAT.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
I SHALL, REINTRODUCE MYSELF
It's 4 am, can't sleep. This is the time I use ta, ( I LIKE USE TA INSTEAD OF USE TO, I CARE NONE ABOUT CORRECTNESS, LIKE THAT THERE SONG I JUST WANNA HAVE FUN! ) (( Where the hell did that song come from?? ) write a post most every night. I'd come home after a hard day's night, always something on my mind to play with. Use ta, be so fun, I want that back. I need the emotional content, a jarring my mind to action. It sometimes would be magic, as I write a few lines, then something would take me away, a rant, a rave, a story, maybe something funny, well at least to me. Humor, rather finding humor, to make the stings be gone, the depressions of which there will always be, is essential for survival, with the pace, the tone of the world today. I'll never got used to the stupidity, the lack of class, lack of teamwork, lack of leadership. I never will. Morals, values are gone forever! It's all about, me, me, me.
Maybe its time to reintroduce myself to my readers. I'm a simple man who was fortunate to grow up in another era, where it was so much easier than today.
I was born in the early 1950's. My first memories are of visiting my grandpa and grandma on my daddy's side. They were poor, real poor, they lived way out in what was called the hills and hollers, no electricity, I'm talking bare bones here. Heat and cooking was done on a wood cook stove, out house, no running water, pigs, chickens, a large garden as they canned vegetables for the winter. I know we cannot imagine such a thing in our cozy homes of today.
On my mother's side, my grandpa worked for the railroad and provided a decent living for his family. Family oriented, all the children graduated high school, none on my father's side did. My grandpa whom I'm named after was a hard working, down to earth tall, slim man. His hobby was growing a large garden for the family, and yes, it was canned for the winter, no supermarkets in the country especially way back when.
I grew up a sum what normal chubby boy. Scars of my father and his scars of upbringing still carry baggage to this day. My mother is an angel! No use ta elaborate on that can't get any better.
Work is all I've ever known until last year. I'm now retired collecting what I've paid in all my life. Hard to get used to, but feel I'm over the hump. I've worked all my life in factories. Well that's not true at the age of 16 I began my career as a bus boy/dishwasher and soon learned all the jobs within the restaurant. I pumped gas for a year or so after high school. ( Yes once upon a time this was done! ) Then factories paid the most for somebody like me so, hi-ho! hi-ho! it was off to work I go!
Paid my taxes done what was expected of me for 47 years done many a jobs from janitor to management. Always gave my all and cared too much by the standards of today. I was forced to retire, we get older companies don't want our experience any more. The older ones are put out to pasture, mainly today because of old age ailments and INSURANCE.
Married for over 40 years, that's my proudest accomplishment. If it was not for my wife, and family I believe I'd sooner stayed there when my heart stopped. NO! I'm not depressed anymore, there was peace. That is self explanatory! I have a post in mind and I'll elaborate more on what may seem to you somewhat unusual.
A few years ago I wanted to place my thoughts down. I began trying, man it ain't easy, having no experience at such a thing, nor ever using a keyboard before. Working in factories all my life, never needed to. I was a grease monkey not a white shirt.
It was brutal, to say the least. I have enjoyed every minute and proud of myself for plugging away at the impossible for a poor boy like me.
Many obstacles have set me back in the last couple years. I'm a tryin' to get back on the horse after being thrown many times.
I have several posts in mind, a new puppy has taken much of my time recently, A chihuahua, that I'm considering naming Chi.
I take pride in you visiting my humble site. The older posts continue to get solid results, I still wonder why I took this path, ( Thanks Timster! ) it's been a real hoot and hope for more a plenty to follow. The Adventures Of Me And Chi. An old retired fat man and a three pound puppy.
Maybe its time to reintroduce myself to my readers. I'm a simple man who was fortunate to grow up in another era, where it was so much easier than today.
I was born in the early 1950's. My first memories are of visiting my grandpa and grandma on my daddy's side. They were poor, real poor, they lived way out in what was called the hills and hollers, no electricity, I'm talking bare bones here. Heat and cooking was done on a wood cook stove, out house, no running water, pigs, chickens, a large garden as they canned vegetables for the winter. I know we cannot imagine such a thing in our cozy homes of today.
On my mother's side, my grandpa worked for the railroad and provided a decent living for his family. Family oriented, all the children graduated high school, none on my father's side did. My grandpa whom I'm named after was a hard working, down to earth tall, slim man. His hobby was growing a large garden for the family, and yes, it was canned for the winter, no supermarkets in the country especially way back when.
I grew up a sum what normal chubby boy. Scars of my father and his scars of upbringing still carry baggage to this day. My mother is an angel! No use ta elaborate on that can't get any better.
Work is all I've ever known until last year. I'm now retired collecting what I've paid in all my life. Hard to get used to, but feel I'm over the hump. I've worked all my life in factories. Well that's not true at the age of 16 I began my career as a bus boy/dishwasher and soon learned all the jobs within the restaurant. I pumped gas for a year or so after high school. ( Yes once upon a time this was done! ) Then factories paid the most for somebody like me so, hi-ho! hi-ho! it was off to work I go!
Paid my taxes done what was expected of me for 47 years done many a jobs from janitor to management. Always gave my all and cared too much by the standards of today. I was forced to retire, we get older companies don't want our experience any more. The older ones are put out to pasture, mainly today because of old age ailments and INSURANCE.
Married for over 40 years, that's my proudest accomplishment. If it was not for my wife, and family I believe I'd sooner stayed there when my heart stopped. NO! I'm not depressed anymore, there was peace. That is self explanatory! I have a post in mind and I'll elaborate more on what may seem to you somewhat unusual.
A few years ago I wanted to place my thoughts down. I began trying, man it ain't easy, having no experience at such a thing, nor ever using a keyboard before. Working in factories all my life, never needed to. I was a grease monkey not a white shirt.
It was brutal, to say the least. I have enjoyed every minute and proud of myself for plugging away at the impossible for a poor boy like me.
Many obstacles have set me back in the last couple years. I'm a tryin' to get back on the horse after being thrown many times.
I have several posts in mind, a new puppy has taken much of my time recently, A chihuahua, that I'm considering naming Chi.
I take pride in you visiting my humble site. The older posts continue to get solid results, I still wonder why I took this path, ( Thanks Timster! ) it's been a real hoot and hope for more a plenty to follow. The Adventures Of Me And Chi. An old retired fat man and a three pound puppy.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Psycho
I'm not sure what happened on yesterday's post. I opened my mind and damn, my stream of consciousness, started screaming and my fingers would not stop. Perhaps that is good to get it out of my system and begin again. Therapy, I'd say, psycho-analyzing me-self! That's funny psycho, and analyzing. Humm, I gotta dwell on that fer, a second or two. If you had a psycho, analyzing himself , you would not need a therapist nor a psychiatrist prescribing the good, latest drug of choice for the psycho impaired.
I have confused myself, I looked up psychotic, psychosis, now I feel funny, confused, insane, mentally unstable, deranged and generally fucked up. Oh! I get it now, that was when I used to work I was that way, and . . now I'm all better.
I best mosey away from that psychiatry mumbo jumbo, it's too confusing! I'll prime me pump and see where the stream thing takes me, after all I ainna learnin' nothin' no more. (Lookee there, I plum forgot to put the g in learnin' and nothin'." I may just turn 'er loose and get right silly. I don't like writin' right, nor serious, It takes too much out of me, and I ainna, gotta, too much left in there, you know!
I'm an old boy not understanding much. I reckon that a be the way too go anyhow. Thinkin' too much 'bout any darn thing, it'll produce headaches in the old farts like me, yes-sir. Once upon a time when I would read the newsie paper and watcha the evening news I'd be a shakin' my head fer about an hour confused and stuck on power down mode. After 'bout an hour me wife would smack me back to the real world. We'd watch Jeopardy and The Wheel of Fortune to somewhat gather me wits. These brainiacs they have on Jeopardy, where did they come from? Another planet, ain't NOBODY I worked with, or hung around have a memory like these brain aliens. One thing fer sure they weren't schooled in America!
I have a temporary news flash, ( heavens to Betsy, ) been a spell since I have had a bulb above me head. About 25 years or so, give or take a few brain cells, I would get what's called cluster headaches. Well ya ain't experienced a headache until you've experienced these devils. I bet yer a thinkin' "This Glen fella has experienced many ailments in his life, yep! Physical and mental, I been there, done that. Ya see that is why I call it GLEN VIEW, causin' I like a to do it my way, and because there be many looney-tooney characters that like to visit and play with me. Ya know GLEN VIEW as in a mental hospital, years ago they'd just lock us up in a sanitarium. They had no good drugs back then, just electric shock therapy and tie you in a wheel chair and make you stare at the other inmates.
Oh my! I be a full of shite tonight! Guess what? I love it. Is some of the old Glen a creeping back in. Since my stays in real hospitals, no! no! no! not the modernized versions of GLENVIEW. Actual hospitals for heart attacks and such.
I have come to the conclusion the last few trying months. "I know conclusively nothing about nothing, and will run for State Senator and The White House in a few years." Yep, I'd be a good ol' politician, get me some aides to do all my thinkin' fer me, some pretty ones to boot, and try to waste all your money for you. Have military in all the countries of the world. YEP, I CAN DO THAT!!!!!
I have confused myself, I looked up psychotic, psychosis, now I feel funny, confused, insane, mentally unstable, deranged and generally fucked up. Oh! I get it now, that was when I used to work I was that way, and . . now I'm all better.
I best mosey away from that psychiatry mumbo jumbo, it's too confusing! I'll prime me pump and see where the stream thing takes me, after all I ainna learnin' nothin' no more. (Lookee there, I plum forgot to put the g in learnin' and nothin'." I may just turn 'er loose and get right silly. I don't like writin' right, nor serious, It takes too much out of me, and I ainna, gotta, too much left in there, you know!
I'm an old boy not understanding much. I reckon that a be the way too go anyhow. Thinkin' too much 'bout any darn thing, it'll produce headaches in the old farts like me, yes-sir. Once upon a time when I would read the newsie paper and watcha the evening news I'd be a shakin' my head fer about an hour confused and stuck on power down mode. After 'bout an hour me wife would smack me back to the real world. We'd watch Jeopardy and The Wheel of Fortune to somewhat gather me wits. These brainiacs they have on Jeopardy, where did they come from? Another planet, ain't NOBODY I worked with, or hung around have a memory like these brain aliens. One thing fer sure they weren't schooled in America!
I have a temporary news flash, ( heavens to Betsy, ) been a spell since I have had a bulb above me head. About 25 years or so, give or take a few brain cells, I would get what's called cluster headaches. Well ya ain't experienced a headache until you've experienced these devils. I bet yer a thinkin' "This Glen fella has experienced many ailments in his life, yep! Physical and mental, I been there, done that. Ya see that is why I call it GLEN VIEW, causin' I like a to do it my way, and because there be many looney-tooney characters that like to visit and play with me. Ya know GLEN VIEW as in a mental hospital, years ago they'd just lock us up in a sanitarium. They had no good drugs back then, just electric shock therapy and tie you in a wheel chair and make you stare at the other inmates.
Oh my! I be a full of shite tonight! Guess what? I love it. Is some of the old Glen a creeping back in. Since my stays in real hospitals, no! no! no! not the modernized versions of GLENVIEW. Actual hospitals for heart attacks and such.
I have come to the conclusion the last few trying months. "I know conclusively nothing about nothing, and will run for State Senator and The White House in a few years." Yep, I'd be a good ol' politician, get me some aides to do all my thinkin' fer me, some pretty ones to boot, and try to waste all your money for you. Have military in all the countries of the world. YEP, I CAN DO THAT!!!!!
Saturday, February 7, 2015
IT'S ONLY . . . MAKE BELIEVE!!!
The day brought forth much sunlight, no wind, 57 degrees, WOW! It warmed, me heart, I need that! I have been sleeping like an old bear, all I wanna do is lay under the covers on cold dreary days, Sleeping and dreaming is free, and wonderful, right now.
Come hither Glen, into the caverns, unleash the pent up, filed away emotions making you a stronger man. Yeah baby, I wanna some of that!
While painting the living room, the pains of me old body showeth with fury. I rolled on the walls, but the wear of my right shoulder when I held it high caused the shakes of former injuries on the trim, I had to call in reinforcements on that, a good thing, I can't get up and down like I once did. Tylenol is no longer enough, the body rebels, and goes into shock! For two days I hurt in places where I never knew I had places before! We got 'er down and looks right nice.
It said "DAMN! What the fricking hell, are you a tryin to do to me! You ain't been doing did-dly squat! You crazy ol' freaking, creaking, numb skull!"
I present to you once again one of my inner voices who has remained quiet for a long, long time, here now is Joe Pesky.
"I did not want to rattle your chain during the dying, hospital, lost of job thing. I knew you were depressed. So now that I feel you can handle the truth, well now I wish to give you both barrels of my shotgun!"
For those of you that have read Joe Pesky's comments before, he tells it, like it is, like John Taffer on the show "Bar Rescue." Oh no! I been watching too much telvision! John Taffer is a cut to the chase kind a feller, I absolutely love him! He be my kind a man! He's my hero as far as management goes. Dag nap it, I be a wanderin' . . . imagine that!
Joe Pesky "Ya see Glen I know yer a good ol' boy, that unfortunately got tangled in the web of a printing press, and was fucked up, for awhile. You had the misfortune of having a little blood clout to the heart thing, okay! okay! okay! Soo you checked out for a little while. A little vacation is good for you! Also the down time for the brain probably did not hurt, after all you ain't no, physicist! The restarting of your heart a few times probably charged your battery for several years to come! You become a victim of the system, meaning you got sick, bye, bye. Old fuckers like you are a waste of time in the modern world! Supposedly the lifetime expectancy keeps a rising. Once you old farts die off it'll go down hill. Ya see these here so called energy drinks will kill this young-ins off, also there's so much other illegal drugs, with all the huffing and a puffing going on, if their bodies don't kill them off as in a caffeine induced heart attacks, then . . . them drugs will fry their brains. They be hooked on spices sold legally, with LSD type side effects, coming into the country stir fried and right to your door.
In a time where CONTROL is needed, there ain't none baby! Whose in control, the government, your Daddy, I don't think so!!! There ain't enough good Daddies to go around. If you ainna, gotta, a good Momma and Daddy you're thrown into the devil of a society! You a thrown to the wolves, yes you are, and who are the wolves? They be them devils in sheep's clothing! Most ainna, gonna make it! You see more people living at home with their parents than ever, and more grandparents raising the grandchildren than ever before.
What's to be done? I cry for the newer generations, and what's to come. Is there hope? Hope is gone baby! That is a over used word! I don't have to read the newspaper. which I never will again. Don't have to look at the world news, its so obvious to me in my little world here in the heart of the Heartland. We build, new fancy schools, spend all the money like it's grown on trees, or printed on printing presses as we need it. There is absolutely NOTHING to secure the intelligence of our children. Why should there be? They don't see it, the parents, schools, states, bureaucrats, NOBODY A SHOWING IT!!! WHO . . . do they have to look up to? It has become a world of make believe, yes it has! We have give our children too much! Too much of a good thing has killed the goose that laid the golden eggs. The world IS, make believe to the ONES that play chess with we, the billions of slaves. We are led down the path, of unrighteousness, by the same class of money hungry, power controlling, whatch-a-ma-call-them's, that we always have, and we're too fucking looking with our heads up in the clouds, or in the sand to know or simply give a fuck abut it. The upper crust of the middle class can still afford their new homes and S.U.V. You'll see even the poorest of the poor working peasants with the latest smart phones costing hundreds of dollars and one can guess how much they spend a month for them. The latest afflictions to all of us, is the ever increasingly dependence on phones. SHITE! their not even phones anymore! They taketh the users to places they've never been before. They take us farther than Star Trek could ever imagine. I have seen the information technology go leaps and bounds into the future too fast. We have warped ourselves into a future unimaginable a generation or two ago.
Who is in charge of the world? No one knows! Common sense tells you it is the richest of the rich, AND how did they get so rich? They control us, and everything in the world. They control the militaries and if you control the militaries and all branches of government you can think yourself God.
So we the peasants are given our toys, prescribed to us by "THE ONES," I have no other words to describe them! Their real, but we do not know them, nor will ever. Thank them for the lowering of intelligence. They win before the child is born, they know what will happen in the years ahead, they are way ahead of us and we cannot win.
OH WELL, JUST THE RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD MAN WHO CHOOSES TO STAY IN MY HEAD, THE INTERPRETATION OF JOE PESKY, WHOSE ONLY CLAIM TO INTELLIGENCE HAS BEEN REDUCED TO LIVING HIS LIFE INSIDE OF ME. I'M TIRED AND SICK OF THINKING, "WE THE PEOPLE" CAN CHANGE THINGS, WE'RE DEALT A LOSING HAND AND THE ONLY THING WE CAN DO IS PLAY IT OUT, HOPING FOR MIRACLES THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. THE ONLY MIRACLE WILL BE THE LAST CHECK OUT!"
Come hither Glen, into the caverns, unleash the pent up, filed away emotions making you a stronger man. Yeah baby, I wanna some of that!
While painting the living room, the pains of me old body showeth with fury. I rolled on the walls, but the wear of my right shoulder when I held it high caused the shakes of former injuries on the trim, I had to call in reinforcements on that, a good thing, I can't get up and down like I once did. Tylenol is no longer enough, the body rebels, and goes into shock! For two days I hurt in places where I never knew I had places before! We got 'er down and looks right nice.
It said "DAMN! What the fricking hell, are you a tryin to do to me! You ain't been doing did-dly squat! You crazy ol' freaking, creaking, numb skull!"
I present to you once again one of my inner voices who has remained quiet for a long, long time, here now is Joe Pesky.
"I did not want to rattle your chain during the dying, hospital, lost of job thing. I knew you were depressed. So now that I feel you can handle the truth, well now I wish to give you both barrels of my shotgun!"
For those of you that have read Joe Pesky's comments before, he tells it, like it is, like John Taffer on the show "Bar Rescue." Oh no! I been watching too much telvision! John Taffer is a cut to the chase kind a feller, I absolutely love him! He be my kind a man! He's my hero as far as management goes. Dag nap it, I be a wanderin' . . . imagine that!
Joe Pesky "Ya see Glen I know yer a good ol' boy, that unfortunately got tangled in the web of a printing press, and was fucked up, for awhile. You had the misfortune of having a little blood clout to the heart thing, okay! okay! okay! Soo you checked out for a little while. A little vacation is good for you! Also the down time for the brain probably did not hurt, after all you ain't no, physicist! The restarting of your heart a few times probably charged your battery for several years to come! You become a victim of the system, meaning you got sick, bye, bye. Old fuckers like you are a waste of time in the modern world! Supposedly the lifetime expectancy keeps a rising. Once you old farts die off it'll go down hill. Ya see these here so called energy drinks will kill this young-ins off, also there's so much other illegal drugs, with all the huffing and a puffing going on, if their bodies don't kill them off as in a caffeine induced heart attacks, then . . . them drugs will fry their brains. They be hooked on spices sold legally, with LSD type side effects, coming into the country stir fried and right to your door.
In a time where CONTROL is needed, there ain't none baby! Whose in control, the government, your Daddy, I don't think so!!! There ain't enough good Daddies to go around. If you ainna, gotta, a good Momma and Daddy you're thrown into the devil of a society! You a thrown to the wolves, yes you are, and who are the wolves? They be them devils in sheep's clothing! Most ainna, gonna make it! You see more people living at home with their parents than ever, and more grandparents raising the grandchildren than ever before.
What's to be done? I cry for the newer generations, and what's to come. Is there hope? Hope is gone baby! That is a over used word! I don't have to read the newspaper. which I never will again. Don't have to look at the world news, its so obvious to me in my little world here in the heart of the Heartland. We build, new fancy schools, spend all the money like it's grown on trees, or printed on printing presses as we need it. There is absolutely NOTHING to secure the intelligence of our children. Why should there be? They don't see it, the parents, schools, states, bureaucrats, NOBODY A SHOWING IT!!! WHO . . . do they have to look up to? It has become a world of make believe, yes it has! We have give our children too much! Too much of a good thing has killed the goose that laid the golden eggs. The world IS, make believe to the ONES that play chess with we, the billions of slaves. We are led down the path, of unrighteousness, by the same class of money hungry, power controlling, whatch-a-ma-call-them's, that we always have, and we're too fucking looking with our heads up in the clouds, or in the sand to know or simply give a fuck abut it. The upper crust of the middle class can still afford their new homes and S.U.V. You'll see even the poorest of the poor working peasants with the latest smart phones costing hundreds of dollars and one can guess how much they spend a month for them. The latest afflictions to all of us, is the ever increasingly dependence on phones. SHITE! their not even phones anymore! They taketh the users to places they've never been before. They take us farther than Star Trek could ever imagine. I have seen the information technology go leaps and bounds into the future too fast. We have warped ourselves into a future unimaginable a generation or two ago.
Who is in charge of the world? No one knows! Common sense tells you it is the richest of the rich, AND how did they get so rich? They control us, and everything in the world. They control the militaries and if you control the militaries and all branches of government you can think yourself God.
So we the peasants are given our toys, prescribed to us by "THE ONES," I have no other words to describe them! Their real, but we do not know them, nor will ever. Thank them for the lowering of intelligence. They win before the child is born, they know what will happen in the years ahead, they are way ahead of us and we cannot win.
OH WELL, JUST THE RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD MAN WHO CHOOSES TO STAY IN MY HEAD, THE INTERPRETATION OF JOE PESKY, WHOSE ONLY CLAIM TO INTELLIGENCE HAS BEEN REDUCED TO LIVING HIS LIFE INSIDE OF ME. I'M TIRED AND SICK OF THINKING, "WE THE PEOPLE" CAN CHANGE THINGS, WE'RE DEALT A LOSING HAND AND THE ONLY THING WE CAN DO IS PLAY IT OUT, HOPING FOR MIRACLES THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. THE ONLY MIRACLE WILL BE THE LAST CHECK OUT!"
Sunday, February 1, 2015
TAKE ME THERE
I hurt my back a couple weeks ago, old age and moving thing ya know. Well the only place it don't hurt is lying flat on my back and my legs elevated. I lay motionless and nothing on my body hurts at all! Well know that's a mighty fine feeling! No not just lying there, but the NOTHING hurting. I'm relaxed as a live person can be. My mind no longer runneth over thinking about this and that you know. Since I'm hard of hearing the outside noises doesn't bother me. I go into a blank state of mind and before you know it I'm in a dream. In my dreams I am the master of me and all things.
I get many hits on my old blogs and this puts a rare smile on an old man's face. I receive many hits from eastern Europe, all old posts. There is this one titled "Inner Voices And Elijah", that I had forgotten about, a rather long one for me. As I visited this story once again ( Posted August 23/2011. ) It was like reading it for the first time. Chills come over me. I ask, "where did that story come from?'' I do not know, but I want more like that. That my friends is the kind of writing I wish to do. Something takes me higher and before you know it the story is done. I love telling stories. Not just any old stories, the ones where the keyboard and mind become one, nothing fazes me until the story is complete. Like the first paragraph and being totally relaxed, something takes over and the real me, comes out. Stream Of Consciousness I suppose is what its called. Like going into a nap and playing inside my dreams I wish for more of the chills that taketh me over. It's so lovely I want to revisit this place in my writing. It's me the real me and I wish the addiction to take me over. I want to see where my mind is capable of taking me. My dreams are so real, I could lose myself there forever. I want my innermost highs and lows to take over when I'm writing. The real inside hard to reach caverns to take over when I sit down. It takes going within and not letting my conscious mind of surface skimming to abide by some imaginary lifelong rules. I want the real thoughts and imagination I experience in my dreams to rule. That's why I took up writing at an age where retirement is expected. I want my held back thoughts to come out, I wish to play the game to its fullest in the later stage of my life.
I WANT THE READERS TO BE ABLE TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES, FOR IT'S NOT ALWAYS THE EXACT BLACK AND WHITE WORDS THAT PRODUCE THE STORY, IT'S THE FEELINGS YOU READ INTO WHAT I WRITE THAT TELLS THE STORY I WANT TOLD. I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND AND IDENTIFY WITH ME! LET THE GHOST WRITERS IN MY HEAD HELP, BECAUSE LORDY I NEED IT
I get many hits on my old blogs and this puts a rare smile on an old man's face. I receive many hits from eastern Europe, all old posts. There is this one titled "Inner Voices And Elijah", that I had forgotten about, a rather long one for me. As I visited this story once again ( Posted August 23/2011. ) It was like reading it for the first time. Chills come over me. I ask, "where did that story come from?'' I do not know, but I want more like that. That my friends is the kind of writing I wish to do. Something takes me higher and before you know it the story is done. I love telling stories. Not just any old stories, the ones where the keyboard and mind become one, nothing fazes me until the story is complete. Like the first paragraph and being totally relaxed, something takes over and the real me, comes out. Stream Of Consciousness I suppose is what its called. Like going into a nap and playing inside my dreams I wish for more of the chills that taketh me over. It's so lovely I want to revisit this place in my writing. It's me the real me and I wish the addiction to take me over. I want to see where my mind is capable of taking me. My dreams are so real, I could lose myself there forever. I want my innermost highs and lows to take over when I'm writing. The real inside hard to reach caverns to take over when I sit down. It takes going within and not letting my conscious mind of surface skimming to abide by some imaginary lifelong rules. I want the real thoughts and imagination I experience in my dreams to rule. That's why I took up writing at an age where retirement is expected. I want my held back thoughts to come out, I wish to play the game to its fullest in the later stage of my life.
I WANT THE READERS TO BE ABLE TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES, FOR IT'S NOT ALWAYS THE EXACT BLACK AND WHITE WORDS THAT PRODUCE THE STORY, IT'S THE FEELINGS YOU READ INTO WHAT I WRITE THAT TELLS THE STORY I WANT TOLD. I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND AND IDENTIFY WITH ME! LET THE GHOST WRITERS IN MY HEAD HELP, BECAUSE LORDY I NEED IT
Friday, January 30, 2015
In Search Of
Hello friends. In the age of caffeinated jet fuel for the young-ins of the modern age I have weaned myself totally off of the caffeine buzz. I know! DAMN . . . never thought I could do it! My blood pressure has been real good for months, yip-pee! I drink milk, water and decaffeinated drinks. Hells fire, I gotta no place to go, soo, why get there sooner!
I been a thinkin' about reviewing these stinkoid programs they call. REALITY, or I could give some more vulgar descriptions of some, of . . . of . . . I don't have the words of wisdom to describe them! Just when I think I've screened rock bottom, I witness hell in all its glory! Actually it has been quite comical, I tell myself, "I ainna gonna watch a no more of these bottom feeders of a so called program!". Scum sucking, fucking mind numbing ????????????????? So I have in mind reviewing for y'all out there these here so called whatch-a-ma-call-them, shows. Ya see I have absolutely nothin' to lose! I be retarded, and retired, so I already fucked up and a little more won't matter.
I thought I had seen some screwy people in my life but these people on these programs are literally out of this world!!!!!!! Yeah that be the only way this here old boy can explain it. Hey I ainna kiddin' ya! If you think I am channel surf and wow-za, smack dab in the face any hour of the day!
I will become a television critic, for those of you that don't have the time to watch stinkoid T.V. I on the other hand have the time.
This could be a lot o fun, I wanted to be a movie critic in my younger years, so maybe I will be a television critic in search of intelligent shows. Maybe, just maybe I've found my calling in life. There has to be intelligent life forms out there somewhere, please join me as I venture into uncharted territory of ignoramus fucking morons. You know I have stumbled, rather, fallen and returned back to life and found where my destiny lies. Wrap my long lost sense of humor to television viewing in search of . . . ???
I been a thinkin' about reviewing these stinkoid programs they call. REALITY, or I could give some more vulgar descriptions of some, of . . . of . . . I don't have the words of wisdom to describe them! Just when I think I've screened rock bottom, I witness hell in all its glory! Actually it has been quite comical, I tell myself, "I ainna gonna watch a no more of these bottom feeders of a so called program!". Scum sucking, fucking mind numbing ????????????????? So I have in mind reviewing for y'all out there these here so called whatch-a-ma-call-them, shows. Ya see I have absolutely nothin' to lose! I be retarded, and retired, so I already fucked up and a little more won't matter.
I thought I had seen some screwy people in my life but these people on these programs are literally out of this world!!!!!!! Yeah that be the only way this here old boy can explain it. Hey I ainna kiddin' ya! If you think I am channel surf and wow-za, smack dab in the face any hour of the day!
I will become a television critic, for those of you that don't have the time to watch stinkoid T.V. I on the other hand have the time.
This could be a lot o fun, I wanted to be a movie critic in my younger years, so maybe I will be a television critic in search of intelligent shows. Maybe, just maybe I've found my calling in life. There has to be intelligent life forms out there somewhere, please join me as I venture into uncharted territory of ignoramus fucking morons. You know I have stumbled, rather, fallen and returned back to life and found where my destiny lies. Wrap my long lost sense of humor to television viewing in search of . . . ???
PRIDE AND DREAMS
I have a plenty, yet nothing worthwhile to say. Huh? I know it's plum silly. I'm becoming a expert in watching television. It is something to occupy my eyes, wiling away the hours with pretty colors, and shows carrying little meaning. I sit down at the computer and wait for wisdom, nothing comes! Wisdom of my lifetime is a waste, in the modern world, lost somewhere in everything and nothing. Attained over 60 years of actual experience through heartaches, lessons learned only through a learning . . . well . . . I don't a wanna learn, no more! My fullness of life's lessons have over flowed. No! no! no! not saying I'm smart, quite the opposite! Ignorance is bliss. Use to I could write a funny line or two most every night. I wish for that to return! I'm no longer angry, I have gone through all the normal emotions one would expect in the last six months. I find myself waiting for direction. It will come, don't feel sorry for me.
I'm existing, existing is life, right? I need more! I need purpose, a purpose to sink my heart into. Religion is not my cup of tea.
I've not done anything of any importance, only breathing my share of oxygen for a spell. I'm going to paint the living room, doesn't matter how much I do in a day after all the importance is in the doing. The final product and accomplishment should give me pride. Pride is a wonderful feeling. I've always taken pride in my work and have accomplished many things.
My dreams have returned to a standard never experienced before. I now live my emotions inside where I've never gone before. Their deeper, fuller, where love take me high than I've ever felt before. Hate has left, what a crying shame, so much can be done with hate, a non-stop, never to end blog can be fueled with such a worthless emotion. Hatred, anger damn near killed me, bringing me not to my knee, but flirting with death.
For I now live my emotions in my dreams. So much better than any man made movies. I awake for a few seconds and feel the fullness of the emotions allowed to me within that dream. Colors are superior, the wind in my face is more, so much more. All is deeper and that my friends has allowed me to find comfort once again. For within my dreams I am me without any reservations.
The daily waking sameness I now find myself in, seems not real. Like I'm stuck in a Twilight Zone episode I cannot change. nor have the power too. Existing the day away without hope, to be more. If not for my wife, my four legged companions, I would have no wish to carry on. Luckily for me I have reasons to carry on.
In painting the living room I took much longer, yet I got er done. I must take more breaks but have no races to win.
The racing is done as I coast for awhile, looking for my piece of the peace until the last tomorrow.
I'm existing, existing is life, right? I need more! I need purpose, a purpose to sink my heart into. Religion is not my cup of tea.
I've not done anything of any importance, only breathing my share of oxygen for a spell. I'm going to paint the living room, doesn't matter how much I do in a day after all the importance is in the doing. The final product and accomplishment should give me pride. Pride is a wonderful feeling. I've always taken pride in my work and have accomplished many things.
My dreams have returned to a standard never experienced before. I now live my emotions inside where I've never gone before. Their deeper, fuller, where love take me high than I've ever felt before. Hate has left, what a crying shame, so much can be done with hate, a non-stop, never to end blog can be fueled with such a worthless emotion. Hatred, anger damn near killed me, bringing me not to my knee, but flirting with death.
For I now live my emotions in my dreams. So much better than any man made movies. I awake for a few seconds and feel the fullness of the emotions allowed to me within that dream. Colors are superior, the wind in my face is more, so much more. All is deeper and that my friends has allowed me to find comfort once again. For within my dreams I am me without any reservations.
The daily waking sameness I now find myself in, seems not real. Like I'm stuck in a Twilight Zone episode I cannot change. nor have the power too. Existing the day away without hope, to be more. If not for my wife, my four legged companions, I would have no wish to carry on. Luckily for me I have reasons to carry on.
In painting the living room I took much longer, yet I got er done. I must take more breaks but have no races to win.
The racing is done as I coast for awhile, looking for my piece of the peace until the last tomorrow.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
The Old Man
The old man gets out of bed, shakes the cobwebs out of his head, and stretches his legs to get them going. The first step after putting on his house shoes are unsteady. His body seems to have aged twenty years in the last several months. He looks at himself in the mirror thinking "DAMN!!! I have Bill Clinton's bags under my eyes!" His morning necessities seem to take longer, you know the bathroom routine! He gets a glass o milk and a toast and cheese sandwich. Goes to his chair in the living room, his butt barely eases down ( Everything is easy in movements since retirement. ) and his dog is in his lap. Warm comfort to a tired old soul. It is not yet daylight and he stares out the double window where the worker bees are a buzzing to work. Seems oh so long ago he was one of them. Daylight creeps in and he watches the birds of many different feathers flock for breakfast. Man this time of the year they tear the bird feeders up! You can lose yourself in the simplicity of watching them. Daylight to dark, their happy for a free meal. Traffic on the main road picks up then slows down as the workers have reached their destination and are creating product and all the what-nots of their duties. The worker bees are a buzzing for survival. For it be the survival of the fittest, older generations are put out to pasture whether they want to or not. The old are dispensable, replaced with modern versions, that are paid cheaper. That's the way its always been, more so today where insurance, money, we're just a number carrying a lifetime of aging that companies no longer will carry.
The old man finds it harder to get out of his chair, more times going to the bathroom, age has finally took its toil. Just not the body, the mind has finally accepted the inevitable. The last few years his battery was slowly depleting, he chose to ignore the signs and push on, after all that's all he's ever known. Work till you drop, finally the drop happened with such magnitude, reality hit him hard, smack-dab like a killers bullet between the eyes. Still he shrugs off the time in the hospitals and prepares to get back amongst the worker bees. Strength coming back with him working out, after all work is all he's ever known, after all no one gets ahead by being idle!
It was not to be after recovering nicely physically, briefly visiting a place where few return from, mentally he was shot down, visiting a mental place that almost took him down equivalent to the minutes of no heart beat, nor breathing. Devastated as to how the scenario played out, the old man forced into the pasture where old horses go.
Experience, wisdom, devotion means little. After a lifetime of learned knowledge, it means diddly-squat.
The old man finds it harder to get out of his chair, more times going to the bathroom, age has finally took its toil. Just not the body, the mind has finally accepted the inevitable. The last few years his battery was slowly depleting, he chose to ignore the signs and push on, after all that's all he's ever known. Work till you drop, finally the drop happened with such magnitude, reality hit him hard, smack-dab like a killers bullet between the eyes. Still he shrugs off the time in the hospitals and prepares to get back amongst the worker bees. Strength coming back with him working out, after all work is all he's ever known, after all no one gets ahead by being idle!
It was not to be after recovering nicely physically, briefly visiting a place where few return from, mentally he was shot down, visiting a mental place that almost took him down equivalent to the minutes of no heart beat, nor breathing. Devastated as to how the scenario played out, the old man forced into the pasture where old horses go.
Experience, wisdom, devotion means little. After a lifetime of learned knowledge, it means diddly-squat.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
SURVIVOR
As we put 2014 to bed, I for one am glad. The ups and downs of 2014 about done this here old boy down! Nothing is for sure, not even tomorrow. I have learned many lessons, probably more than all my others years combined. Sheesh, I reckon a survivor is a winner, hey?
One word or a short phrase will turn into a short vision in my head, many times during the day. I'm never near my computer, I've tried writing down a few keywords, but it's not the same, when I try to write it the feelings accompanying the thought is gone. I must have that feeling to produce. No! I don't have a portable computer, I'm not important enough to need one. I'm an old fashion man with old fashion ways, which I do not wish to give up until my last forever sleep. I reckon I'm still living in the first 30 years or so of my life. That would be the 50's, 60's, and 70's. I'm not saying that there was always good times. I'm a simple man with simple ways and those times fit me better. I was young still learning about life. I had a fire in me belly, that's burned out. I felt as though I could do anything, just put my mind to it. I gave my all no matter what the challenge was. I enjoyed all the simple pleasures of life. Motorcycle riding was fantastic, fishing was relaxing, going to the movies was still the adventure I loved as a child, sex, well sex was a new adventure in exploration and closeness as two people can find.
Well shit! What am I trying to say. I'll give an example. I have cable with an unbelievable amount of channels. I find myself forever searching for something to enjoy. I recently discovered by accident that I have channels from 1010 up to 1500. I ask myself "what the hell is this all about?" NOBODY told me about this!!!I have a 42 inch screen, so channels thru 250 are what I have been a tryin' to find something worth watching. Probably half these channels I cannot get, well now I fucked something up on me remote a couple Sunday mornings ago and I was getting new clearer, sharper channels around 1200. I realized this higher channels were in high definition. WHY? Seems I don't understand ANYTHING any more and by dog-gie I don't wanna! These channels are mostly the same channels as my low channels but much clearer. The colors are prettier, everything so much better. Shite I can see a tick on a dog's butt. The close ups on older stars, sheesh! DAMN!!! they be OLD!
I reckon the key to aging is quite simple, just be a survivor, out live the others. Fer whatever the reason, I'm still alive, don't do one no good to think about it. Whether I been good or bad, don't mean diddly!
SOMETIMES IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A SURVIVOR, SOMETIMES I FEEL SO OUT OF PLACE I WANT TO HIDE. IT IS WHAT IT IS I RECKON, AND I BELIEVE EVER ONE WILL MOST LIKELY EXPERIENCE THAT BEFORE THEY CHECK OUT.
I FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN WHEN I CAN ACTUALLY FIND SOMETHING GOOD TO WATCH ON MY BIG SCREEN TELEVISION OF MANY CHANNELS. ALMOST . . . AS GOOD AS I FELT WHEN WE HAD THREE CHANNELS IN BLACK AND WHITE, COMING HOME AFTER SCHOOL AND WATCH "THE MICKEY MOUSE CLUB." DAMN HOW THINGS CHANGE.
I been a drinkin', and a thinkin' (That may be a bad combination, I drink sprite zero.)
One word or a short phrase will turn into a short vision in my head, many times during the day. I'm never near my computer, I've tried writing down a few keywords, but it's not the same, when I try to write it the feelings accompanying the thought is gone. I must have that feeling to produce. No! I don't have a portable computer, I'm not important enough to need one. I'm an old fashion man with old fashion ways, which I do not wish to give up until my last forever sleep. I reckon I'm still living in the first 30 years or so of my life. That would be the 50's, 60's, and 70's. I'm not saying that there was always good times. I'm a simple man with simple ways and those times fit me better. I was young still learning about life. I had a fire in me belly, that's burned out. I felt as though I could do anything, just put my mind to it. I gave my all no matter what the challenge was. I enjoyed all the simple pleasures of life. Motorcycle riding was fantastic, fishing was relaxing, going to the movies was still the adventure I loved as a child, sex, well sex was a new adventure in exploration and closeness as two people can find.
Well shit! What am I trying to say. I'll give an example. I have cable with an unbelievable amount of channels. I find myself forever searching for something to enjoy. I recently discovered by accident that I have channels from 1010 up to 1500. I ask myself "what the hell is this all about?" NOBODY told me about this!!!I have a 42 inch screen, so channels thru 250 are what I have been a tryin' to find something worth watching. Probably half these channels I cannot get, well now I fucked something up on me remote a couple Sunday mornings ago and I was getting new clearer, sharper channels around 1200. I realized this higher channels were in high definition. WHY? Seems I don't understand ANYTHING any more and by dog-gie I don't wanna! These channels are mostly the same channels as my low channels but much clearer. The colors are prettier, everything so much better. Shite I can see a tick on a dog's butt. The close ups on older stars, sheesh! DAMN!!! they be OLD!
I reckon the key to aging is quite simple, just be a survivor, out live the others. Fer whatever the reason, I'm still alive, don't do one no good to think about it. Whether I been good or bad, don't mean diddly!
SOMETIMES IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A SURVIVOR, SOMETIMES I FEEL SO OUT OF PLACE I WANT TO HIDE. IT IS WHAT IT IS I RECKON, AND I BELIEVE EVER ONE WILL MOST LIKELY EXPERIENCE THAT BEFORE THEY CHECK OUT.
I FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN WHEN I CAN ACTUALLY FIND SOMETHING GOOD TO WATCH ON MY BIG SCREEN TELEVISION OF MANY CHANNELS. ALMOST . . . AS GOOD AS I FELT WHEN WE HAD THREE CHANNELS IN BLACK AND WHITE, COMING HOME AFTER SCHOOL AND WATCH "THE MICKEY MOUSE CLUB." DAMN HOW THINGS CHANGE.
I been a drinkin', and a thinkin' (That may be a bad combination, I drink sprite zero.)
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
One More Day!
Got through another day today. Sometimes it seems that's all I have. A daily ritual of somewhat boredom. I have no desire to tackle anything therefore I'm not productive. Is living productive. Cooking dinner, doing laundry, going to the supermarket, where I find nothing super, being productive?
It's supposed to be -14 tonight and I could only find one of my gloves today. the daytime temperature was only 11 degrees with the north wind howling "brr, brr, cold!" So one of my hands was snuggly warm and the other was in my coat pocket. Well now, I thought "this may work on a sunny day with the warmth of the sun in my reasonably warm, Mercury, but . . . I may need both hands, therefore both gloves before winters over. " (smart ain't I?) Funny it's the coldest day of the year and I had me the hankering, fer chocolate milk! (hankering means, desire, want, I need some chocolate ya know!) OH! by the way gasoline be $2.15 here in the middle of the Midwest. Who would of a thunk it? (yes I meant to say thunk! Got to watch me now I'm feeling a mite high, I fixed a pot o chili and just consumed a bowl!"
Where the hell was I now, I plum forgot! Oh, oh, oh! I did watch Doc Phil. You can bet your arse there be people crazier, fucked up a heap more than me! Doc Phil needs him a Doc Phil House in every city in the U. S. of A. heah! The one thing fer sure is, I can see why there be so many messed up children today. Because there's so many one parent families, yet both parents are fucking nuts. I'll preside over the Doc Phil House in my city.
What the world needs now besides LOVE BABY, is truth! Must be the food and water consumed today, every body be fucking nuts. Remember now I'm only a few months out of the workforce, I seen it first hand and still see it in my little world! EVERYBODY . . . knows everything . . . They don't know diddly!
Okay I seen Doc Phil a long time ago on the Oprah when he was a consultant for Oprah over the remark she made about beef. Yeah . . . somebody got thier panties in a pinch about what she said! Well now Doc Phil was liked by the big O, and he was on her show. What I liked about this here good old boy from Texas was he told these crazy arse people what he thought! He cut to the chase. Well now that's what I like. If somebody be fucked up, don't give them a lifetime of once a week one hour sessions, or crazy pills. Hit them betwixt the eyes with the truth baby!!! Tell them the truth, let them cry, pout, throw hissy fits, and get over it! NO, modern therapy ainna workin' baby!!!! If it is, why we got so many fucked up people? I say three strikes and you're out baby! Don't keep on makin' babies . . . to be further fucked up! Makes no sense to a once brain dead old man!
I been a watchin' some shows like Bar Rescue and so on and so forth. Many shows be on where a smart person goes and helps straighten out a hotel, bar, restaurant so on and so forth, ya see. Well to cut to the chase, the people owning, running, managing be fuckin' stupid. They cannot manage, are dumber than Owl shite! Another words, "they ain't got no common sense!!!"
SO TO MY RECOLLECTING, AS AN OLD MAN NO LONGER IN THE WORK FORCE, THE MOST BASIC THING MISSING IS THERE BE NO COMMON SENSE ANY MORE. AN ALIEN SPACE SHIP, SURR-NUFF DONE SWEPT DOWN AND FUCKED WITH EVERYBODY'S MIND. THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKING TO IT!!! Goodnight
It's supposed to be -14 tonight and I could only find one of my gloves today. the daytime temperature was only 11 degrees with the north wind howling "brr, brr, cold!" So one of my hands was snuggly warm and the other was in my coat pocket. Well now, I thought "this may work on a sunny day with the warmth of the sun in my reasonably warm, Mercury, but . . . I may need both hands, therefore both gloves before winters over. " (smart ain't I?) Funny it's the coldest day of the year and I had me the hankering, fer chocolate milk! (hankering means, desire, want, I need some chocolate ya know!) OH! by the way gasoline be $2.15 here in the middle of the Midwest. Who would of a thunk it? (yes I meant to say thunk! Got to watch me now I'm feeling a mite high, I fixed a pot o chili and just consumed a bowl!"
Where the hell was I now, I plum forgot! Oh, oh, oh! I did watch Doc Phil. You can bet your arse there be people crazier, fucked up a heap more than me! Doc Phil needs him a Doc Phil House in every city in the U. S. of A. heah! The one thing fer sure is, I can see why there be so many messed up children today. Because there's so many one parent families, yet both parents are fucking nuts. I'll preside over the Doc Phil House in my city.
What the world needs now besides LOVE BABY, is truth! Must be the food and water consumed today, every body be fucking nuts. Remember now I'm only a few months out of the workforce, I seen it first hand and still see it in my little world! EVERYBODY . . . knows everything . . . They don't know diddly!
Okay I seen Doc Phil a long time ago on the Oprah when he was a consultant for Oprah over the remark she made about beef. Yeah . . . somebody got thier panties in a pinch about what she said! Well now Doc Phil was liked by the big O, and he was on her show. What I liked about this here good old boy from Texas was he told these crazy arse people what he thought! He cut to the chase. Well now that's what I like. If somebody be fucked up, don't give them a lifetime of once a week one hour sessions, or crazy pills. Hit them betwixt the eyes with the truth baby!!! Tell them the truth, let them cry, pout, throw hissy fits, and get over it! NO, modern therapy ainna workin' baby!!!! If it is, why we got so many fucked up people? I say three strikes and you're out baby! Don't keep on makin' babies . . . to be further fucked up! Makes no sense to a once brain dead old man!
I been a watchin' some shows like Bar Rescue and so on and so forth. Many shows be on where a smart person goes and helps straighten out a hotel, bar, restaurant so on and so forth, ya see. Well to cut to the chase, the people owning, running, managing be fuckin' stupid. They cannot manage, are dumber than Owl shite! Another words, "they ain't got no common sense!!!"
SO TO MY RECOLLECTING, AS AN OLD MAN NO LONGER IN THE WORK FORCE, THE MOST BASIC THING MISSING IS THERE BE NO COMMON SENSE ANY MORE. AN ALIEN SPACE SHIP, SURR-NUFF DONE SWEPT DOWN AND FUCKED WITH EVERYBODY'S MIND. THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKING TO IT!!! Goodnight
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