My heart is lighter than not too many hours ago. Low back pain could of been used as an excuse to lounge away another day. Make it a long weekend, I deserve it! That's what earned days are for, anyway! Yes I could of done that. Automatically, as in the sparring partner for the big name boxers, all he knows, is to pull himself up.
I hate Mondays! NO! Let me make this perfectly clear! I REALLY HATE MONDAYS!!! I'm tickled pink, to have a job, able to earn my way, still have good enough health to do so! It be the fucking mental part... wow, wow, wow! Let me rephrase that. It be the fucking mental retardation-ness of what one (I don't hafta tell y'all out there I be missing mucho in the synapse are fried department!) must go through! It be at the all time level of incompetence, I fear today! HEY! I certainly HOPE, it's better, wherever ye, be reading this!
I'm REALLY trying to shy away from posts like these. BUTT...................... if yer, slapped, smack dab in the face every single day! What is one to write about? One writes what he knows about, sees, encounters. I's don't know much, I's sees a heap, I's encounters more silliness in one day than I could put in words if I wrote full time as a real job! You think I be funning ya don't ya! Lord have mercy, I wish I was a funning ya!
I must keep my sense o humor lest I go NUTSO! I be a certified Freudian Scholar in Nut-so-ology! YEP!
I've teetered on the precipice all me life! There is an old saying "takes one to know one." I'm a forever recovering Nut case! The first step in recovery is to admit you have a problem! Yep, I admit it, and the evidence is scattered loosely over 500 posts, here on GlenView! Why the hell you think it's titled that way like Bellvue! So, so, so, if I know nothing else in life I knowsa about crazies, therefore I'm a Professor in Nutsoology here on GlenView!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Dawn Of A New Day
"If not for the dawn of another day, I shall forever perish"
Yesterday's gone. I close my eyes, mental, physical scars soon to dissipate! Imagine along with me please... a log drifts into sight, although highly visible, we cannot see it move, "the river of life."
To never dream, or perhaps never to awake within my dreams, to feel such raw emotions, vitamins for my heart, slowly would eat away, cancering, my soul. The replenishment of emotions drained daily, cannot be stopped. Less I totally ignore always look away. Are such ones cold, callous, perhaps purposely learned behaviour to live, another day!
Have you known ones without a heart? The proverbial heart of stone, so cold, so heavy, how could one bear such pain? Seems, once a broken heart, never... again. Yes! I must think this, so!
My heart is heavy today, I can't shake it away! I've tried to turn the cheek and look the other way!!! It's always in plain view, I fear to say! One so out of touch, of human ways. A follower of, their own. How can one live a half century, yet not visit other souls. One who visit weekly the house of Christ. I pity this one, with all my heart!
My finish today is simple. If not for the dawning of a new day, to resurrect one's mind, heart and soul, All would be like others who pretend........................................ life away!!!!!
Yesterday's gone. I close my eyes, mental, physical scars soon to dissipate! Imagine along with me please... a log drifts into sight, although highly visible, we cannot see it move, "the river of life."
To never dream, or perhaps never to awake within my dreams, to feel such raw emotions, vitamins for my heart, slowly would eat away, cancering, my soul. The replenishment of emotions drained daily, cannot be stopped. Less I totally ignore always look away. Are such ones cold, callous, perhaps purposely learned behaviour to live, another day!
Have you known ones without a heart? The proverbial heart of stone, so cold, so heavy, how could one bear such pain? Seems, once a broken heart, never... again. Yes! I must think this, so!
My heart is heavy today, I can't shake it away! I've tried to turn the cheek and look the other way!!! It's always in plain view, I fear to say! One so out of touch, of human ways. A follower of, their own. How can one live a half century, yet not visit other souls. One who visit weekly the house of Christ. I pity this one, with all my heart!
My finish today is simple. If not for the dawning of a new day, to resurrect one's mind, heart and soul, All would be like others who pretend........................................ life away!!!!!
Sunday, December 9, 2012
SERMON OF THE DAY! "SENSE"
I CAN'T SLEEP, MY BRAIN'S TOO ACTIVE, SO I'LL MAKE IT A TWO FOR ONE DAY FOR MY FRIENDS, IF YA DON'T MIND! OH MY! OH MY! I JUST REALIZED, IT'S ONLY SEVEN HOURS INTO THIS DAY! IF I CAN'T SLEEP... THERE MAY BE MORE!!! OH NO! AH, HA, HA, HA! GOODNIGHT!
I'm trying to rearrange my sleep for my new schedule. I planned on being asleep at this moment, hard to change ones sleeping patterns over night! Damn that's kind of cute!
Seems I feel the need to apologize for always writing about work, but dah! When one spends half your waking hours there experiencing the most emotional, and silly ass things, kinda hard to talk, deep sea fishing, brain surgery, climbing the highest mountains around the globe, Politics, (YUCK!), ETC.
I'm a simple man, I like it that way during the closing acts of my life. I use to like my brain humming away at Indianapolis 500 speed! Not any more, huh uh! I much rather prefer sitting on the front porch with my puppy dog, swinging my life away, looking for a relaxing way, to finalize my last years of life!
MAYBE this is what GlenView is all about! Seems to make about as much sense as anything I can come up with.
I read the best book of my life only six months ago! (Crime And Punishment) What does one do after that? That book would not have been so enjoyable if I did not identify with the main character, and with so much emotional content of the other characters. Only after one has experienced the always present ups, and downs, that even the simplest daily activities, sensations, feelings, with so much emotional content that lies within, IF you dare to see!
Ahh! Those ever present sensations of life are what creates life! Yet, many I fear cannot grasp or feel the daily sensations, I'm referring tooooo! Am I right!
How can a book written 150 years ago still carry so much human emotions, from laughter to tears, inner workings of the mind, rattled from living. Inner workings of gears humming along well oiled, to squeaky, rusty, filled with impurities! Another language, another people, another society altogether!
That's so easy to answer! No matter where we are on this Alcatraz styled insanity every where rock, WE face the same thing don't WE? SURE WE DO!!! Color, language, religion, types of government doesn't matter! We're born, loved, hated, brainwashed, but down deep we have the same wants needs!
Damn all we need to do is see through the bullshit, we're surrounded with from the time we're born to the time we die! AH! That there... be the problem... brothers and sisters of the world! We don't think for ourselves!!!
To understand ones self, is to have knowledge! From the Holy books to the latest novels, all words for us, as INDIVIDUALS to interpret, comprehend!
I despise anyone telling me what I think... believe! That's the mighty foundation, the building blocks of whom we be! I be ME! You be, YOU!
WE should be going to school to learn how to read, pure and simple right? Wrong, if we're going to school to have others explain what WE should be searching for!
No knowledge is gained if we follow others, ideology, blindly! WE must feel, therefore to find!
Damn! I reckon some things that have been bottled up within ME has decided to jump out, bout now! That's quite alright, better to release than destroy! I be a Watcher, always have been, along with a Seer, forced to at an early age! I see, understanding through the gained knowledge of being hard of hearing, able to see more, than I truly wanted! I carry an unwanted burden, out of necessity from my learned, somewhat aborted, younger childhood years! Not a curse, no, no, no! The need to understand, to make sense, of nonsense. WHY? Curiosity, inquisitiveness, sensitivity, all plus more I fear! It has made me what I am. I can write of only, whom I BE! Those of you that have also experienced the roller coaster ride of life's ups and downs can feel along with me, in my words, as I tell them, in MY way!
Be an easy read or a hard read, that my dear friends is the love of words, to touch others in ways not thought possible!!
I remember during high school thinking about Speech and Debate Class. I Did not quite understand what the hell was going on! EXCEPT teaching ones, to speak effectively, debating subjects.
The makings of future leaders. It does not need to be the message! The truly great Speakers can hold the audience, the congregation, the people of a nation into believing any message. Don't think so huh! Then you be one of them school children, still listening to what the teacher is telling you, to believe out of the books chosen by others to teach you, what to believe.
Do you REALLY believe it makes a difference in whether a Democrat or a Repiblicanis in office!
I probably live about as simple a life, as one can today, unless he lives in a cave somewhere! I choose it that way, yet the activities I of are true! I 've only grazed the surface. The leadership at the lowest level I encounter in my day to day existence... I cannot accurately describe, lest I go on a four letter rant.
Common Sense, what does that mean to you. We have several senses, all mighty important! Where does this common sense fit in your neighborhood, your family, your place of work?
I'm trying to rearrange my sleep for my new schedule. I planned on being asleep at this moment, hard to change ones sleeping patterns over night! Damn that's kind of cute!
Seems I feel the need to apologize for always writing about work, but dah! When one spends half your waking hours there experiencing the most emotional, and silly ass things, kinda hard to talk, deep sea fishing, brain surgery, climbing the highest mountains around the globe, Politics, (YUCK!), ETC.
I'm a simple man, I like it that way during the closing acts of my life. I use to like my brain humming away at Indianapolis 500 speed! Not any more, huh uh! I much rather prefer sitting on the front porch with my puppy dog, swinging my life away, looking for a relaxing way, to finalize my last years of life!
MAYBE this is what GlenView is all about! Seems to make about as much sense as anything I can come up with.
I read the best book of my life only six months ago! (Crime And Punishment) What does one do after that? That book would not have been so enjoyable if I did not identify with the main character, and with so much emotional content of the other characters. Only after one has experienced the always present ups, and downs, that even the simplest daily activities, sensations, feelings, with so much emotional content that lies within, IF you dare to see!
Ahh! Those ever present sensations of life are what creates life! Yet, many I fear cannot grasp or feel the daily sensations, I'm referring tooooo! Am I right!
How can a book written 150 years ago still carry so much human emotions, from laughter to tears, inner workings of the mind, rattled from living. Inner workings of gears humming along well oiled, to squeaky, rusty, filled with impurities! Another language, another people, another society altogether!
That's so easy to answer! No matter where we are on this Alcatraz styled insanity every where rock, WE face the same thing don't WE? SURE WE DO!!! Color, language, religion, types of government doesn't matter! We're born, loved, hated, brainwashed, but down deep we have the same wants needs!
Damn all we need to do is see through the bullshit, we're surrounded with from the time we're born to the time we die! AH! That there... be the problem... brothers and sisters of the world! We don't think for ourselves!!!
To understand ones self, is to have knowledge! From the Holy books to the latest novels, all words for us, as INDIVIDUALS to interpret, comprehend!
I despise anyone telling me what I think... believe! That's the mighty foundation, the building blocks of whom we be! I be ME! You be, YOU!
WE should be going to school to learn how to read, pure and simple right? Wrong, if we're going to school to have others explain what WE should be searching for!
No knowledge is gained if we follow others, ideology, blindly! WE must feel, therefore to find!
Damn! I reckon some things that have been bottled up within ME has decided to jump out, bout now! That's quite alright, better to release than destroy! I be a Watcher, always have been, along with a Seer, forced to at an early age! I see, understanding through the gained knowledge of being hard of hearing, able to see more, than I truly wanted! I carry an unwanted burden, out of necessity from my learned, somewhat aborted, younger childhood years! Not a curse, no, no, no! The need to understand, to make sense, of nonsense. WHY? Curiosity, inquisitiveness, sensitivity, all plus more I fear! It has made me what I am. I can write of only, whom I BE! Those of you that have also experienced the roller coaster ride of life's ups and downs can feel along with me, in my words, as I tell them, in MY way!
Be an easy read or a hard read, that my dear friends is the love of words, to touch others in ways not thought possible!!
I remember during high school thinking about Speech and Debate Class. I Did not quite understand what the hell was going on! EXCEPT teaching ones, to speak effectively, debating subjects.
The makings of future leaders. It does not need to be the message! The truly great Speakers can hold the audience, the congregation, the people of a nation into believing any message. Don't think so huh! Then you be one of them school children, still listening to what the teacher is telling you, to believe out of the books chosen by others to teach you, what to believe.
Do you REALLY believe it makes a difference in whether a Democrat or a Repiblicanis in office!
I probably live about as simple a life, as one can today, unless he lives in a cave somewhere! I choose it that way, yet the activities I of are true! I 've only grazed the surface. The leadership at the lowest level I encounter in my day to day existence... I cannot accurately describe, lest I go on a four letter rant.
Common Sense, what does that mean to you. We have several senses, all mighty important! Where does this common sense fit in your neighborhood, your family, your place of work?
Low Slung Pants And Brains!
Never dull, here in Daisyville. When someone ask me "hows it going?" My answer is "same-o, same-o!" That be the same... what? How do I describe Daisyville, to you regular Joe's and Josephina's! Well sheesh... the older I become, I wonder if the whole world hasn't gone the way of Daisyville! By the headlines on my home page, I vote YES!
Here in Daisyville the I. Q. has royally declined, (Most probably, from breeding too close, a keep-in, all them fine genes!) has it ever! The reasons I reckon, to be an endless road, I DO NOT wish to venture!
I witness, a hilarious sight at work, the other day, made my head rock back and forth, shaking uncontrollably no... I was laughing at the same time! This was in the break room fifteen minutes before work!
I hear someone out there asking "what in the world are you doing there... fifteen minutes before work?"
Okay smart ass I'll explain! I live six minutes from work, I get up and proceed directly, before I have time too wake up, or think! You see!" I wake up about the time I walk in the door, grab me some caffeine and watch them monkeys a workin, in the Zoo!
Okay! okay! okay! I have never, got use to these low pants! It just seems so ass-inine! There, I've said it! Butt, butt, butt... when a 50 + year old man comes through break room door at work, wearing, correction almost wearing them... I've had enough!
When men age, some get a belly, like a basketball tucked under their shirt, or a pregnant women! Too much beer, whatever. They insist on wearing the same pants, they always have. I spoke with an acquaintance about a year ago, he tells me, "I wear the same size jeans, as when I went to high school," approximately 30 years ago. "Yeah right" I said during uncontrollable laughter! I told this moron!
"Did you wear the pants then... where you do now?" A simple enough question, would you not agree?
Moron asked "what do you mean?"
I could not help myself! AH OH! (THE DEVIL RISES UP!) "Your pants are about 10 inches below your waist, and 10 inches under sized!"
OKAY, BEFORE YOU GET YOUR PANTIES IN A PINCH. I'M OVERWEIGHT WITH A BELLY! AT LEAST I KNOW WHERE TO WEAR MY PANTS!!!
The 50 year old that was coming in the break room wearing them low slung pants, like these young ins wear. He was a rather short man with one of basketball bellies. (I reckon one might describe it as pork bellies, like traded on the Stock Exchange, only grown, rather than traded, ha, ha, ha, I be on a roll!)
I've seen them breeches worn as low as they can go, on a lot, o different strange ones, but this man is old enough to know better! Looks like an old retarded... retired.. honorary elected crazy old fucker in the Hood! Like them honorary degrees they give in colleges!
What in tarnation be a wrong with this man's brain? Can't he see his ass in the mirror when he's trying them on in the dressing room? Are they using trick mirrors at the store where be buys his breeches? Don't he have a wife, children, friend, honest enough to tell him, "Wayne, them breeches look like leftover Christmas breeches from a hip hop singer who has a watermelon growing in his belly!"
Okay, I get it, I dig the youngsters being different! We've all have been there, done that! Yep, even us old folks was young, "once upon a time!"
The same night, there was this fine young man, reminds me off Jesse Pinkman in Breaking Bad. "I love that TV show!" (Don't tell nobody though!) Wears these low breeches, don't bother me though! WHY??? Well he be a young man, skinny, looks norm on him, in today's norm! Any how, he was using a pallet jack pushing a heavy skid, requiring all his might! He were a pushin that pallet, his breeches were a ridin a mite low! I was laughing (my ass) off! HA, HA, HA! (Come on work with me here! I'm working my ass off trying to get you to visualize these scenes!)
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Have been in a bit of a funk recently, things at work ya see! I've been walking around with a chip on my shoulder. I'm determined, not to let it get the best of me, although it has been extremely trying! A lot of fodder which I could write about, but at this point I don't want that to take over!
Any how, I'll be going on days now, doing two things I like to do, taking care of inventory and doing preventative maintenance. I tire of driving a truck, especially in the winter! WHY? This old boy always slips on the ice, no matter how careful I am! I know it sounds funny, but it be my ass, my back!
Some changes are good, keeps one from growing tired of life! After all, if I had not challenged myself at a time when most people are contemplating retirement, you would not be reading my humble little blog! I have much to learn here on Glen View and never, do I want to learn it all.
IT BE THE CHALLENGES IN LIFE THAT KEEP US GOING, MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING. SIMPLE, REWARDING, EVERYDAY, TINY ENJOYMENTS, THAT GO OVERLOOKED, TOO MUCH! Glen
Here in Daisyville the I. Q. has royally declined, (Most probably, from breeding too close, a keep-in, all them fine genes!) has it ever! The reasons I reckon, to be an endless road, I DO NOT wish to venture!
I witness, a hilarious sight at work, the other day, made my head rock back and forth, shaking uncontrollably no... I was laughing at the same time! This was in the break room fifteen minutes before work!
I hear someone out there asking "what in the world are you doing there... fifteen minutes before work?"
Okay smart ass I'll explain! I live six minutes from work, I get up and proceed directly, before I have time too wake up, or think! You see!" I wake up about the time I walk in the door, grab me some caffeine and watch them monkeys a workin, in the Zoo!
Okay! okay! okay! I have never, got use to these low pants! It just seems so ass-inine! There, I've said it! Butt, butt, butt... when a 50 + year old man comes through break room door at work, wearing, correction almost wearing them... I've had enough!
When men age, some get a belly, like a basketball tucked under their shirt, or a pregnant women! Too much beer, whatever. They insist on wearing the same pants, they always have. I spoke with an acquaintance about a year ago, he tells me, "I wear the same size jeans, as when I went to high school," approximately 30 years ago. "Yeah right" I said during uncontrollable laughter! I told this moron!
"Did you wear the pants then... where you do now?" A simple enough question, would you not agree?
Moron asked "what do you mean?"
I could not help myself! AH OH! (THE DEVIL RISES UP!) "Your pants are about 10 inches below your waist, and 10 inches under sized!"
OKAY, BEFORE YOU GET YOUR PANTIES IN A PINCH. I'M OVERWEIGHT WITH A BELLY! AT LEAST I KNOW WHERE TO WEAR MY PANTS!!!
The 50 year old that was coming in the break room wearing them low slung pants, like these young ins wear. He was a rather short man with one of basketball bellies. (I reckon one might describe it as pork bellies, like traded on the Stock Exchange, only grown, rather than traded, ha, ha, ha, I be on a roll!)
I've seen them breeches worn as low as they can go, on a lot, o different strange ones, but this man is old enough to know better! Looks like an old retarded... retired.. honorary elected crazy old fucker in the Hood! Like them honorary degrees they give in colleges!
What in tarnation be a wrong with this man's brain? Can't he see his ass in the mirror when he's trying them on in the dressing room? Are they using trick mirrors at the store where be buys his breeches? Don't he have a wife, children, friend, honest enough to tell him, "Wayne, them breeches look like leftover Christmas breeches from a hip hop singer who has a watermelon growing in his belly!"
Okay, I get it, I dig the youngsters being different! We've all have been there, done that! Yep, even us old folks was young, "once upon a time!"
The same night, there was this fine young man, reminds me off Jesse Pinkman in Breaking Bad. "I love that TV show!" (Don't tell nobody though!) Wears these low breeches, don't bother me though! WHY??? Well he be a young man, skinny, looks norm on him, in today's norm! Any how, he was using a pallet jack pushing a heavy skid, requiring all his might! He were a pushin that pallet, his breeches were a ridin a mite low! I was laughing (my ass) off! HA, HA, HA! (Come on work with me here! I'm working my ass off trying to get you to visualize these scenes!)
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Have been in a bit of a funk recently, things at work ya see! I've been walking around with a chip on my shoulder. I'm determined, not to let it get the best of me, although it has been extremely trying! A lot of fodder which I could write about, but at this point I don't want that to take over!
Any how, I'll be going on days now, doing two things I like to do, taking care of inventory and doing preventative maintenance. I tire of driving a truck, especially in the winter! WHY? This old boy always slips on the ice, no matter how careful I am! I know it sounds funny, but it be my ass, my back!
Some changes are good, keeps one from growing tired of life! After all, if I had not challenged myself at a time when most people are contemplating retirement, you would not be reading my humble little blog! I have much to learn here on Glen View and never, do I want to learn it all.
IT BE THE CHALLENGES IN LIFE THAT KEEP US GOING, MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING. SIMPLE, REWARDING, EVERYDAY, TINY ENJOYMENTS, THAT GO OVERLOOKED, TOO MUCH! Glen
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
EVERYTHANG!
I've been trying a new meditation/relaxation technique. Since I have been more physically active at work and have been working some overtime, usually my back is somewhat sore. I come home, let the dog out, eat a bite and lie down on the bed, with no intention of sleep mind, ya!
I feel my body release a sigh of relief! Slowly, as in approximately an hour, relaxation soothes my whole body. The tension evaporates from my mind, and body. I've been trying my mothers technique of "thinking about nothing!" Yep, she says that! As my body soothes, my mind going to that no man's land of thinkin about nothin! If everythang, goes as planned, (I knowsa it suppose to be spelled everything, dag gone it rememburr, this here be GlenView!) I get up after an hour, of visiting my mama's world. Well I walk somewhat sideways, as my back has tightened up while walking to the bathroom and look in the mirror. YEP, I DETERMINE, I HAVE BEEN IN THAT MEDITATION/RELAXATION/THINKIN ABOUT NOTHIN MODE! Guess what? I think I like it! Sosa, I go fix me a glass of decaffeinated ice tea. (One little tid-bit of info bout ol' Glen here. Issa don'ta drink, nothin hot. Don't drink coffee, hot chocolate, never have don't like hot beverages!) I take my bedtime medicine and sit down at the desk, turn the computer on, before I know it my fingers be walking the keyboard. Yep one of them Automatic Writing wandering spirits be in charge of my mind for a spell! Would I lie to you, my favorite people in the whole world? Since the spirit realm is in charge of me mind, I be thinkin about nothin, just like me mommy, yep I reckon I lurned somethun from her after all. When them spirits be writin, my mind's is completely flat lining, as in heart flat lining you know! Me mother had seven children and a worthless husband, she lurned early on to block out, everythang as in "thinkin about nothin!" And all these years I thought me mother be a mite touched in the head! NO!, NO!, NO! I absolutely do not mean that in a bad way! I love my mother more than I love life! Ya see, only as I age, do I see how smart my momma is!
All my life I have been thinkin too fucking much! That there my friends be the trouble!!! I try to figure everythang out, I gotsa have a logical explanation. I'm here to tell ya, on this day, the 5th of December, in the year 2012. Are ya ready? You'll go wacko, if you try to figure everythang out! There be no rhyme, reason, logic to everythang!
I been thinkin too hard all me life, trying to make a tad of sense, out of life! Only recently have I lurned my mama's secret! I was bout, to give up, ya see. This here illogical way of life done, plum, fucking, almost, completely, fried, my fricking brain fer the last time. I didn't think I was going to get up off the canvas as the ten count was closing in on this 61 rounds of life! "The idiocy of life has won," I say onto myself.
I feel my body release a sigh of relief! Slowly, as in approximately an hour, relaxation soothes my whole body. The tension evaporates from my mind, and body. I've been trying my mothers technique of "thinking about nothing!" Yep, she says that! As my body soothes, my mind going to that no man's land of thinkin about nothin! If everythang, goes as planned, (I knowsa it suppose to be spelled everything, dag gone it rememburr, this here be GlenView!) I get up after an hour, of visiting my mama's world. Well I walk somewhat sideways, as my back has tightened up while walking to the bathroom and look in the mirror. YEP, I DETERMINE, I HAVE BEEN IN THAT MEDITATION/RELAXATION/THINKIN ABOUT NOTHIN MODE! Guess what? I think I like it! Sosa, I go fix me a glass of decaffeinated ice tea. (One little tid-bit of info bout ol' Glen here. Issa don'ta drink, nothin hot. Don't drink coffee, hot chocolate, never have don't like hot beverages!) I take my bedtime medicine and sit down at the desk, turn the computer on, before I know it my fingers be walking the keyboard. Yep one of them Automatic Writing wandering spirits be in charge of my mind for a spell! Would I lie to you, my favorite people in the whole world? Since the spirit realm is in charge of me mind, I be thinkin about nothin, just like me mommy, yep I reckon I lurned somethun from her after all. When them spirits be writin, my mind's is completely flat lining, as in heart flat lining you know! Me mother had seven children and a worthless husband, she lurned early on to block out, everythang as in "thinkin about nothin!" And all these years I thought me mother be a mite touched in the head! NO!, NO!, NO! I absolutely do not mean that in a bad way! I love my mother more than I love life! Ya see, only as I age, do I see how smart my momma is!
All my life I have been thinkin too fucking much! That there my friends be the trouble!!! I try to figure everythang out, I gotsa have a logical explanation. I'm here to tell ya, on this day, the 5th of December, in the year 2012. Are ya ready? You'll go wacko, if you try to figure everythang out! There be no rhyme, reason, logic to everythang!
I been thinkin too hard all me life, trying to make a tad of sense, out of life! Only recently have I lurned my mama's secret! I was bout, to give up, ya see. This here illogical way of life done, plum, fucking, almost, completely, fried, my fricking brain fer the last time. I didn't think I was going to get up off the canvas as the ten count was closing in on this 61 rounds of life! "The idiocy of life has won," I say onto myself.
Monday, December 3, 2012
"500 Posts"
I WROTE THIS IN TWO SETTINGS, APPROXIMATELY 8 HOURS APART. IT WENT FROM A SHORT TO THE POINT POST, TALKING ABOUT MY EMOTIONS AT ACHIEVING 500 POSTS.
WELL... I WAS IN A FUNNY MOOD THE SECOND TIME AROUND, AFTER A LONG MIDNITE STROLL IN 61 DEGREE WEATHER, BY GEORGE, IT MORPHED MORE, INTO WHOM I AM. AT LEAST I THINK SO! I THINK THE POINT CAN BE MADE, ABOUT EVERYTHANG, MY USING HUMOR TO MAKE MY POINTS, THAT THERE MY FRIENDS IS WHAT I LIKE TO DO! SO RELAX AND ENJOY... ME... BEING ME!!!
It's 9-ish on Sunday evening. I reckon Sundays are for relaxing, and that's just what I do. Rest my body and mind from, inescapable, escapades, of madness mania, that seem to be going around this past week, giving me the strength, for the upcoming one. Ain't it funny! How during the hectic frenzy of the work week, one can get so tired, mentally frustrated, down, or so plum tired of associating with incompetence. We must, get away from the madness, or one may... become it! I REFUSE to be part of the inept, zombies, that are destroying the overall intelligence, work ethics and humanity of our species!
I'm wondering... (Oh shit!) "Ya reckon there be like a flu shot to administer directly to SOME PEOPLE!!!" One can dream can't one?
Well I'll answer my own question if you don't mind! "I think therefore I'm this way!!!" (A little funny there you know a take off on, "I think therefore I am."
Today's raising of nincapoopish/incompetent people, is the cause of evolution, creationism, with drugs and immunizations a plenty, throw in some pesticides, television, smart phones, reducing people to??? Just today whilst watching the Denver Broncos, a commercial come across, wanting the intelligent people of the world to buy their smart phone. Immediately, I see, a heap O trouble. It says "the only phone that allows you to talk and surf at the same time." Fireworks going off up top! DAMN!!! WE HAVE PEOPLE TALKING AND TEXTING WHILE DRIVING THE INTERSTATE OF SUDDEN DEATH, FUCK YEAH, LET THEM STUPID SUCKERS SURF, AND SURF RIGHT OFF THE ROAD!!! IF THE MICROWAVE EMISSIONS OF THE MODERN ERA, HAVE FRIED THEIR FRICKING BRAINS TO DO SUCH A THING, GET THEM "IDIOTS" OFF THE HIGHWAYS! LET THEM COOK IN HELL!!!
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My mind is as clear and relaxed as one can get, while not be snoring! Maybe, a hodgepodge of thoughts will pour out, so I can examine them, hopefully so, or this will be a short post! I love writing my thoughts, my opinions, frees me up to move ahead, allowing the baggage to be dropped off the train at every Rail Road Stop and move on to what lies around the next bend. Mighty important, I must say! Carrying baggage that never gets delivered fills one's boxcar to overloading, no place for new bags! That baggage MUST be delivered, thrown out, at the end of the day, exorcised, burnt up! YES SIR! We must keep our brain gears oiled and working "PROPERLY!"
HOW WOULD I KNOW? Thanks for asking that question! To those of you that have read just a tad of my post, most likely have no idea of what I'm all about... That's perfectly okay, just stick around as I grow into my new found hobby. I have just completed 500 posts, something I don't take for granted and am mighty proud of! For me to stick with anything this long is very pleasing to me, an old varmint who has lived through many things, making it to a time, while others I went to school with are long gone, or disabled. I take nothing for granted, I who have battled high blood pressure for twenty years, yet have no lingering problems.
Currently I give no apology to my lack of writing skills, I have none, this I'm well aware of! If you look for the college journalistic major type, you've come to the wrong place. If you wish for all the properness, please by all means shop around, until you find those posts that please you.
I come from a poor family, have a high school education, English was my most FEARED class. I never dared to have a dream as a child, my thoughts never ventured beyond the day to day existence of family turmoil. Ah, but I loved to read, thank God for that!
What I have to give, is ME, being ME! I'm so simple, even at this time in my life, however for some unexplainable, un-understandable reason, a dart seems lodged in my soul. I MUST, pull it out by writing the thoughts in my mind, or the tiny dust devil whirling across the sand turns into a small tornado in my head! I don't want tornadoes in my head, soo I write it away! Yep, only took this here smart old man a heap O years to figure that one out! (Better than seeing Doc. Fred S. FRAUD, or tuning in to Doc. Phil every day! You know the slang for TV is the boob tube, not meaning bOObs you know!)
It has not come easy! An old man approaching sixty, who does not know how to type, knows nothing about computers, and NOTHING about, the taught writing skills of 'schoolin.' I'm in a way like Rocky Balboa, giving my all, to achieve self satisfaction of going against the odds! "I ain't going down no more!"
I truly believe I'm seeing benefits, unimaginable in the beginning, as I cry from pure frustration, of not being able to get my mind, and my fingers to work together! The short story, actually my first story "The Flame" was originally written by hand, I lovingly, yet frustratingly, taught myself to type with it. I could not guess the hours put into that one story over several years. Why I had to write that story, that consumed several hundred hours, I'm not sure of! I only know, I must, and the self-fulfillment of seeing it finalized here on Glen View is nothing short of what a friend of mine most likely feels, publishing his first book at my age. I have an autographed copy of it, he gave me, and I feel his joy! ( Amen Brother!) I witnessed this monumental achievement, enjoying the wonderful occasion along with him. He introduced me, well actually gave me a copy of Crime And Punishment. I can honestly say "that's the finest book I've ever read." To read such a masterpiece in words, at the ripe old age of 60 renews my passion!
To curl up with a good book is unlike anything! My imagination opened wide as a child, at learning to read, as it blossomed I could visit, see in my mind, explore, laugh.
"I would die simply, just as a bug in a rug, to have lived without words!!!
Perhaps... there lies reasoning, behind every little thing, we fail to comprehend. Yes, that certainly seems true. If we're always reacting to everything that happens in the course of a day, there lies no time for being proactive. Proactive; taking the initiative.
(There is a #2 explanation but it's about psychology, I think we're all fucked up enough, and DO NOT need no more psychology shit in our daily lives!)
IT WOULD BE MY GREATEST PLEASURE, IF... THROUGH MY OPENNESS, RELEASING MY DEEPEST EMOTIONS, FOR OTHERS TO COME, TO A DEEPER UNDERSTANDING OF THEMSELVES! SOMETIMES THE HARDEST THINGS TO SAY, ARE WHAT REALLY NEEDS TO BE SAID!
I BELIEVE THE GREATEST SINGLE GIFT, TO BESTOW, "IS ONES SELF!!" WE HEAR AND SEE SO MUCH, SMOKE. (BULL SHIT!)
I GET IN MY SILLY MOODS, HOPING TO MAKE YOU LAUGH, OR AT LEAST, A WEE GRIN CURLING AT THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH!
I HOPE FOR YOU TO RETURN THINKING, "LET'S SEE WHAT THAT GLEN VIEW FELLER HAS TO SAY TODAY!" I'M GRATEFUL WHEN YOU DO!
I'M A WORKS IN PROCESS, YOU SEE! I BELIEVE THOSE OF YOU THAT HAVE FOLLOWED ME FOR A SPELL, CAN MAKE SOME SENSE OUT OF WHAT I SAY, AS I GROW INTO THIS SPIRIT REALM OF AUTOMATIC WRITING.
I DO NOT WISH TO BE LIKE ANY OTHER! WE ARE ALL """INDIVIDUALS""" IF I TOUCH UPON A THREAD IN YOU, THAT MAKES YOU THINK OR LAUGH, PLEASE PLAY IT FORWARD, SO ALL CAN FEEL!!! Glen Man oh man! I reckon I did have something to say! Just hafta prime the pump to get er started!
Oh my! THERE'S MANY OF Y'ALL OUT THERE, THAT DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT PRIMING THE PUMP THING!!! No... I take that back if you read me then you'll know!!! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS... I do think of you as friends!!! """Please wish me at least another 500 post!""" That'll be my Xmas present from you to me! Yer Pal always, Glen View.
WELL... I WAS IN A FUNNY MOOD THE SECOND TIME AROUND, AFTER A LONG MIDNITE STROLL IN 61 DEGREE WEATHER, BY GEORGE, IT MORPHED MORE, INTO WHOM I AM. AT LEAST I THINK SO! I THINK THE POINT CAN BE MADE, ABOUT EVERYTHANG, MY USING HUMOR TO MAKE MY POINTS, THAT THERE MY FRIENDS IS WHAT I LIKE TO DO! SO RELAX AND ENJOY... ME... BEING ME!!!
It's 9-ish on Sunday evening. I reckon Sundays are for relaxing, and that's just what I do. Rest my body and mind from, inescapable, escapades, of madness mania, that seem to be going around this past week, giving me the strength, for the upcoming one. Ain't it funny! How during the hectic frenzy of the work week, one can get so tired, mentally frustrated, down, or so plum tired of associating with incompetence. We must, get away from the madness, or one may... become it! I REFUSE to be part of the inept, zombies, that are destroying the overall intelligence, work ethics and humanity of our species!
I'm wondering... (Oh shit!) "Ya reckon there be like a flu shot to administer directly to SOME PEOPLE!!!" One can dream can't one?
Well I'll answer my own question if you don't mind! "I think therefore I'm this way!!!" (A little funny there you know a take off on, "I think therefore I am."
Today's raising of nincapoopish/incompetent people, is the cause of evolution, creationism, with drugs and immunizations a plenty, throw in some pesticides, television, smart phones, reducing people to??? Just today whilst watching the Denver Broncos, a commercial come across, wanting the intelligent people of the world to buy their smart phone. Immediately, I see, a heap O trouble. It says "the only phone that allows you to talk and surf at the same time." Fireworks going off up top! DAMN!!! WE HAVE PEOPLE TALKING AND TEXTING WHILE DRIVING THE INTERSTATE OF SUDDEN DEATH, FUCK YEAH, LET THEM STUPID SUCKERS SURF, AND SURF RIGHT OFF THE ROAD!!! IF THE MICROWAVE EMISSIONS OF THE MODERN ERA, HAVE FRIED THEIR FRICKING BRAINS TO DO SUCH A THING, GET THEM "IDIOTS" OFF THE HIGHWAYS! LET THEM COOK IN HELL!!!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
My mind is as clear and relaxed as one can get, while not be snoring! Maybe, a hodgepodge of thoughts will pour out, so I can examine them, hopefully so, or this will be a short post! I love writing my thoughts, my opinions, frees me up to move ahead, allowing the baggage to be dropped off the train at every Rail Road Stop and move on to what lies around the next bend. Mighty important, I must say! Carrying baggage that never gets delivered fills one's boxcar to overloading, no place for new bags! That baggage MUST be delivered, thrown out, at the end of the day, exorcised, burnt up! YES SIR! We must keep our brain gears oiled and working "PROPERLY!"
HOW WOULD I KNOW? Thanks for asking that question! To those of you that have read just a tad of my post, most likely have no idea of what I'm all about... That's perfectly okay, just stick around as I grow into my new found hobby. I have just completed 500 posts, something I don't take for granted and am mighty proud of! For me to stick with anything this long is very pleasing to me, an old varmint who has lived through many things, making it to a time, while others I went to school with are long gone, or disabled. I take nothing for granted, I who have battled high blood pressure for twenty years, yet have no lingering problems.
Currently I give no apology to my lack of writing skills, I have none, this I'm well aware of! If you look for the college journalistic major type, you've come to the wrong place. If you wish for all the properness, please by all means shop around, until you find those posts that please you.
I come from a poor family, have a high school education, English was my most FEARED class. I never dared to have a dream as a child, my thoughts never ventured beyond the day to day existence of family turmoil. Ah, but I loved to read, thank God for that!
What I have to give, is ME, being ME! I'm so simple, even at this time in my life, however for some unexplainable, un-understandable reason, a dart seems lodged in my soul. I MUST, pull it out by writing the thoughts in my mind, or the tiny dust devil whirling across the sand turns into a small tornado in my head! I don't want tornadoes in my head, soo I write it away! Yep, only took this here smart old man a heap O years to figure that one out! (Better than seeing Doc. Fred S. FRAUD, or tuning in to Doc. Phil every day! You know the slang for TV is the boob tube, not meaning bOObs you know!)
It has not come easy! An old man approaching sixty, who does not know how to type, knows nothing about computers, and NOTHING about, the taught writing skills of 'schoolin.' I'm in a way like Rocky Balboa, giving my all, to achieve self satisfaction of going against the odds! "I ain't going down no more!"
I truly believe I'm seeing benefits, unimaginable in the beginning, as I cry from pure frustration, of not being able to get my mind, and my fingers to work together! The short story, actually my first story "The Flame" was originally written by hand, I lovingly, yet frustratingly, taught myself to type with it. I could not guess the hours put into that one story over several years. Why I had to write that story, that consumed several hundred hours, I'm not sure of! I only know, I must, and the self-fulfillment of seeing it finalized here on Glen View is nothing short of what a friend of mine most likely feels, publishing his first book at my age. I have an autographed copy of it, he gave me, and I feel his joy! ( Amen Brother!) I witnessed this monumental achievement, enjoying the wonderful occasion along with him. He introduced me, well actually gave me a copy of Crime And Punishment. I can honestly say "that's the finest book I've ever read." To read such a masterpiece in words, at the ripe old age of 60 renews my passion!
To curl up with a good book is unlike anything! My imagination opened wide as a child, at learning to read, as it blossomed I could visit, see in my mind, explore, laugh.
"I would die simply, just as a bug in a rug, to have lived without words!!!
Perhaps... there lies reasoning, behind every little thing, we fail to comprehend. Yes, that certainly seems true. If we're always reacting to everything that happens in the course of a day, there lies no time for being proactive. Proactive; taking the initiative.
(There is a #2 explanation but it's about psychology, I think we're all fucked up enough, and DO NOT need no more psychology shit in our daily lives!)
IT WOULD BE MY GREATEST PLEASURE, IF... THROUGH MY OPENNESS, RELEASING MY DEEPEST EMOTIONS, FOR OTHERS TO COME, TO A DEEPER UNDERSTANDING OF THEMSELVES! SOMETIMES THE HARDEST THINGS TO SAY, ARE WHAT REALLY NEEDS TO BE SAID!
I BELIEVE THE GREATEST SINGLE GIFT, TO BESTOW, "IS ONES SELF!!" WE HEAR AND SEE SO MUCH, SMOKE. (BULL SHIT!)
I GET IN MY SILLY MOODS, HOPING TO MAKE YOU LAUGH, OR AT LEAST, A WEE GRIN CURLING AT THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH!
I HOPE FOR YOU TO RETURN THINKING, "LET'S SEE WHAT THAT GLEN VIEW FELLER HAS TO SAY TODAY!" I'M GRATEFUL WHEN YOU DO!
I'M A WORKS IN PROCESS, YOU SEE! I BELIEVE THOSE OF YOU THAT HAVE FOLLOWED ME FOR A SPELL, CAN MAKE SOME SENSE OUT OF WHAT I SAY, AS I GROW INTO THIS SPIRIT REALM OF AUTOMATIC WRITING.
I DO NOT WISH TO BE LIKE ANY OTHER! WE ARE ALL """INDIVIDUALS""" IF I TOUCH UPON A THREAD IN YOU, THAT MAKES YOU THINK OR LAUGH, PLEASE PLAY IT FORWARD, SO ALL CAN FEEL!!! Glen Man oh man! I reckon I did have something to say! Just hafta prime the pump to get er started!
Oh my! THERE'S MANY OF Y'ALL OUT THERE, THAT DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT PRIMING THE PUMP THING!!! No... I take that back if you read me then you'll know!!! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS... I do think of you as friends!!! """Please wish me at least another 500 post!""" That'll be my Xmas present from you to me! Yer Pal always, Glen View.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
JUST A HANGING!
HELLO... It be 7 AM where I be... I don't mind telling ya, that month of November has been one hell of a month on THE BIG GUY HERE! (That be me!) Ya see in late September this old horse thought he was going to the glue factory! Yep thought he had seen his last gallop! Then I say """THEN!!!""" them antibiotics the Doctor prescribed him shot that infection, plum dead! Hold on there partner, it took two rounds to fix me up! Well ya see, when I come back from nearly seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, I told myself. YES... I DID! "Self you ainna, gonna, letta, the bad stuff, that happens at work during the busiest time, get the best of ya, this year like it... DOES... every fucking year!" Usually... I lose my coolness from the STUPIDITY, that runs rampant! You see these here Planners have a whole frigging year to prepare for the rush of next year! What do they do? HELL I DON'T KNOW! I think they take their brains out and sit them on their desk like a trophy Deer, causin, they sure as hell donna use it to PLAN for the next year! Damn am a I, teetering on the precipice OF talkin about l-e-a-d-e-r-s-h-i-p again? NAH! Well... maybe! It sure sounds like it, but remember now, EVERYTHANG, I write is totally spontaneous! Oh! Oh! Oh! Somethang... just rolled through my head, like thunder! The word precipice, I would sure like to press a certain leader "???" into a piece of paper like some people save a rose or leaf you know! Only this person would never see the light of day ever!
DAMN! gLEN TO gLEN PLEASE COME BACK TO REALITY!!! Okay I'm back after that short commercial for Insane Are Us, coming soon to every nook and cranny of the world!
About a month ago, I had me some really good news, that just made my day, actually about a week. I was offered a new job on days and they wanted me to start the next week, but this here person threw a wrench into that! They said "I cannot let him go until the first of the month, " that would make it NOW!!!
Y'ALL OUT THERE WOULD OF BEEN PROUD O ME! OLD GLENNO, KEEPA, HIS COOL. YES I DID! HE HAS FOUND SOME PEACE IN THE VALLEY OF THE INSANE! HE LIKES THIS NEW FOUND PEACE! SO I TELL ME-SELF "BE COOL, BE COOL, YER TIMES COMING, BE COOL!
SO I BE COOL, EVEN THOUGH I DON'T WANNA BE COOL! WELL NOW, HERE IT IS THE FIRST OF THE MONTH AND GUESS WHAT, I AINNA ON DAYS AND I be tired of being cool!
I think this be a test of my new found peace ya see! Like that crap, "patience is a virtue!!!" What the fuck is VIRTUE; general moral excellence. (Excellence my ass I'd like to stick a size 12 up some body's?)
Also, a specific moral character regarded as good. (WHAT? Ain't nothing I'm thinking about this particular someone... good!)
Another definition, Chasity. What the hell does Sonny and Cher's daughter have to do with this? (Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't I feel FOOLISH!)
Still more, excellence in general. (I have never known any Generals, but there is no way a General of men that kill other men could have any 'morals'!
Well now, if this last definition ain't a real doosy! Efficacy, as of a medicine--by (or in) virtue of because of Hey this here damn dictionary is trying to take away my new found peace of mind, it stops right after of because of no period or nothing, leaves me hanging!
Well... I can see I trying to understand what this virtue is is like trying to understand where I work!
I suppose I'll have to HANG in there and see what transpires someday. I'm afraid though if I have to wait too long I won't have any peace of any kind!
DAMN! gLEN TO gLEN PLEASE COME BACK TO REALITY!!! Okay I'm back after that short commercial for Insane Are Us, coming soon to every nook and cranny of the world!
About a month ago, I had me some really good news, that just made my day, actually about a week. I was offered a new job on days and they wanted me to start the next week, but this here person threw a wrench into that! They said "I cannot let him go until the first of the month, " that would make it NOW!!!
Y'ALL OUT THERE WOULD OF BEEN PROUD O ME! OLD GLENNO, KEEPA, HIS COOL. YES I DID! HE HAS FOUND SOME PEACE IN THE VALLEY OF THE INSANE! HE LIKES THIS NEW FOUND PEACE! SO I TELL ME-SELF "BE COOL, BE COOL, YER TIMES COMING, BE COOL!
SO I BE COOL, EVEN THOUGH I DON'T WANNA BE COOL! WELL NOW, HERE IT IS THE FIRST OF THE MONTH AND GUESS WHAT, I AINNA ON DAYS AND I be tired of being cool!
I think this be a test of my new found peace ya see! Like that crap, "patience is a virtue!!!" What the fuck is VIRTUE; general moral excellence. (Excellence my ass I'd like to stick a size 12 up some body's?)
Also, a specific moral character regarded as good. (WHAT? Ain't nothing I'm thinking about this particular someone... good!)
Another definition, Chasity. What the hell does Sonny and Cher's daughter have to do with this? (Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't I feel FOOLISH!)
Still more, excellence in general. (I have never known any Generals, but there is no way a General of men that kill other men could have any 'morals'!
Well now, if this last definition ain't a real doosy! Efficacy, as of a medicine--by (or in) virtue of because of Hey this here damn dictionary is trying to take away my new found peace of mind, it stops right after of because of no period or nothing, leaves me hanging!
Well... I can see I trying to understand what this virtue is is like trying to understand where I work!
I suppose I'll have to HANG in there and see what transpires someday. I'm afraid though if I have to wait too long I won't have any peace of any kind!
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