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.
Friday, December 11, 2015
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.
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