GRANDPA HOW COME GRANDMA IS NOT HERE

“Grandpa how come grandma is not here? Did she go a way? did she get sick and die?”

Holy kid. How come every time you see me moving things around you ask me stuff. Maybe I will get that 50 cents back.

“No grandpa that was different, you didn’t teach me nothing with my [money tax] question.”

Good I will try again with this question.  “Grandpa, no, stop. Your face is going to make me laugh.”

Sounds a little to late. Here we go. Laugh it out. And while you’re doing that laugh more at I will take that fifty-cents again and this time charge you!, a quarter. 25 big cents.

“Haahaa.”

Guess what. You can laugh 75 cents right into my hand or I’ll tell you nothing about your grandma.  Yeah sounds more like it.

“How come the price went up. Grandpa that’s not fair.”

There is no fair here kid.  Just me and you and my honor, and on my honour I will have earned this 50 cents AND. 25 more big cents.

“Oh grandpa, you’re always trying to be smart or wright…Grandpa I said wright, don’t you get it? The brothers.  Grandpa. You told me this.”

Just hand over the money along with the tax.

“It better be good grandpa, it better not be like the tax lesson.

You paying me or what o-cheep-o.

“Hnhn, GRANDPA, don’t do that with your face. HAhahah.”

A least my eyes, are opened, not my mouth. You’re standing on the steps with your eyes closed and you’re mouth opened.

Yeah laugh some more.

Laugh you’re self to pieces.

I’ll pick you up off the floor.

“Grandpa you have one of those faces that people laugh at.”

Is that right.

“Grandpa yeah. Like if I didn’t know you, and I saw you, I would laugh.”

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“Grandpa not like that. Hahaa.”

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“Hahaha. Don’t do that with your eyes.”

Glad I make you happy.

“Grandpa no.”

I got work to do.

“Wait grandpa.”

You laugh yourself back up the steps and clean your room. And when that’s done…

“Okay grandpa, seriously tell me about grandma. Here, look, 75 cents.”

For What.

“Okay, grandpa look. 50 cents, for the story, and twenty-five cents tax. Now tell me, who is my grandma. Where did she go, did somebody take her. My friend’s mom died and went to heaven. He said he misses her a lot and grandpa he actually told me he cries to go to sleep.  He must miss her a lot. Hahahaa, grandpa, grandpa stop. You’re making your face look so sad like you’re going to cry.”

  1. Yup.
  2. Now here we go.
  3. It is sad.

Well what is it with you. You’re laughing like an idiot and some kid lost his grandma.

“No. No it’s your face. Grandpa… It’s like watching a move with your face.”

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“Grandpa it’s your eyes and your mouth, You’re like this. Hahahaa. grandpa you’re killing me.  grandpa you’re making me laugh.

When ever you’re ready kid. I’m outta here.

  • I still holding this stuff for the garage .
  • And your still acting like a retarded donkey.

“No no okay okay look, grandpa look, serious, serious. But don’t make me laugh with your face. Grandpa, come on, seriously, you have funny faces when I tell you things.”

Maybe you should stop telling me things.

“Okay grandpa, have a drink of water and come a sit at the table and tell me how come grandma is not here.”

First, I want to ask you a question.

Why is it that every time you see me with a heavy load of stuff in my arms you ask questions.  Tell me why…”Grandpa you said one question.”   We can quit talking any time you know…”Grandpa, I just want to know things, how am I to answer other people if I don’t know things. Grandpa asking is for stupid kids.”

Excuse me?  What’s stupid?  Kids?

“No grandpa, questions. Questions are stupid. Hahahaa. grandpa your face.”

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“Ha hahahaa. No grandpa stop. Don’t look at me like what.”

Is that right.

“Grandpa no. I don’t mean about grandmaaa. Grandpa never mind anything and tell me about grandma. Please, grandpa please tell me.

Fine! Your grandmother was, well still is, how can I say it, but of her mind.  She left on her own accord. She was afraid to be around children.

“Grandpa what does that even mean?”

There is three of her in her own head and they are always fighting who is here for the day or weeks running, some people would say. She would have some pretty rough days.

“What about you grandpa.”

Well I’m not crazy.

“No grandpa. I mean did she do anything to you.”

No. She tried.

“How did you stop her, did you hurt her?”

No. Just held her down and cried.

“Aw Grandpa I’m sorry.”
No. She’s the love of my life.

“Grandpa where is she now?”

Oh no you don’t kid. Not this one.

“Grandpa, seriously, is she in a small town stamping Envelopes. Room 327. Grandpa I just needed to know if I was right. I’m right, right grandpa? ROOM 327. That’s what it’s called right, I figured it out.”

Hey! I heard enough. You stay out of my stuff.

“Wait grandpa. I all ready have it written out.”

Give me it.

“Grandpa I can’t the teacher has it.”

Get it.

“Grandpa I can’t. My teacher went on a vacation to CUBA.”

Yeah I bet he did. Now guess what. This 75 cents is mine.

“Fine grandpa. But come see the picture I made for your story.”

Good god.

“Hahaaa, grandpa. Your face.”

[Scan room 327]

Holy kid! What are you doing.

“It’s okay grandpa, it’s just a picture.”

A picture of what.

“Nothing grandpa, it’s just a picture of Sally’s door with room 327 on it. I promise.”

That’s enough of my stuff kid. Well it better be.

“Oh grandpa there is only two more.”

What!    Listen.  Yeah okay laugh.

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HEY GRANDPA I WROTE A STORY ABOUT YOU/CAN I SELL IT

“Hey grandpa I wrote a story about you can I sell it?”

Why you little dickens why would you do that?

“Money grandpa, my teacher said I should write a story about you and sell it.”

There is no story about me!

“Yes grandpa, all the stories you tell me.”

Yeah well those there stories, are me and you kid, secret quite between grandpas and grandkid only. Them’s stories nobody will believe.

“YES! Perfect.”

  1. Now you’re screwing with me kid.
  2. And now you’re laughing like a retard kid, looking at a comic up-side down.
  3. Oh sure laugh you’re head off.

“No grandpa I’m laughing because of your face.”

Really kid? Just tell me why so happy.

“The name of my story is GRANDPAS AND GRANDKIDS.”

Yeah okay then, laugh and slob yourself all over the place. How is that even funny?

“Grandpa, grandpa. You’re going to love this. Only grandpas and grandkids can buy it.”

There’s more than two out there you know.

“So grandpa you’re the best. People are going to love this, I know it.”

How do you know it.

“Because I love this story grandpa.”

Yeah well, hey wait there, come back.

“Okay in a minute Grandpa. I need to press send.”

WELL WHAT IS IT?

“THEFLASKDRINKERS”

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

IMG_1514“GRANDPA.  IT’S OKAY.”   Yup, laughing trust me.

“Well grandpa the story is not about you? Really.  Now come on grandpa, it’s a story you told me about your great-grandfather or grandfather. What ever grandpa it’s not about you.  Trust me. I wouldn’t tell on you.”

  1. What do you mean!
  2. And what are you laughing at now?
  3. There is nothing to tell on me.

“‘Grandpa, I’m not laughing at you. It’s your face.”

Yeah here we go again. Your acting like a kid…”Grandpa I am a kid. 11 get it I don’t know how many times I tell you I had my birthday and you still don’t get it.”

Yeah? You’ll get it if you push send.

“Grandpa, I already sent it down stairs, well coming up the stairs, you saw me with my iPhone. Grandpa don’t look that way, you are going to make me laugh.”

Yeah well that’s a little to late to eh.

Hey yeah dumb kid, you don’t have a copy, soo it does not matter to me what you sent.

“Oh grandpa as if I need a copy…you told me the story over a hundred times, I’m sure I pretty much know it by heart now. Besides, never mind now grandpa, I sent it.”

Yeah well you got chores and home-work so get at’er.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#THETV/FILMRIGHTS MARKETPLACE ON WHAT IS NEW TODAY/I’LL SELL ALL RIGHTS THEN I’LL CRY

So I wrote a story and it goes like this.

ROOM 327 / NORA

Really, it’s about Frank. He is THE FRANK DOMINO right out of THE FLASK DRINKERS, story, the small village of Avonmore/MURRAY BARKLEY, who is THE MR. MURRAY BARKLEY himself, from Avonmore, diving straight into the story, HIGHNOON-BUZZERS

So this story is   ROOM 327 / NORA , is about.

[“LOVE” LUST & DANGER! MIXED WITH FUN]

Frank fell in to the role of owner {THE TRICONE INC.} making envelopes & boxes.  The towns people believe this and earn an honest living happily. When really, Frank is from a secret society where stamping out evil, no matter the form it arrives in.

Nora thinks. Plus Frank is freaking hot! ” He stands tall’, but he blows spit-balls. “He stands like an Indian warrior.” ride that cowboy

Frank took in this kid called Chris. He felt responsible for the death of the kids parents. He allows Chris to act as his right-hand man, running the production lines, of TRICONE INC.  This causes the kid to out weigh his authority running to Frank. The kid is 22.

Then one day Nora moves here, becomes proud owner of THE OLD FEED MILL.  Getting a job, working stamping envelopes.  Up until now Nora’s only problems are her two hidden personalities, always changing her mind, she believes this is what women do or they are not women. Innocent.

She can’t believe after all these years, stories of the old mill & Mr. & MRS. Wilson still become the talk of the town when Nora is around. They want inside. Do or die.

This day [DALLAS & CURRY] just arrived off the only bus that drives out that way twice a month. Where this fortunate, accidental meeting takes place, entwining them & herself to this cat and mouse game.

They are killers-this their bread & food. Roaming from town to town searching for the rich, teaching his son the in and out of the job. Only Curry has a mind of a child, and right now all he wants is suck-suck from Nora. Knuckle-head idiot bastard, falls in love with Nora-first sight and the only thing in his head is rape and murder with her.

Nora is always muttering about lots of things so lots of things go unnoticed. Or do they. She works for Frank who Loves her. But afraid to say. She’s so amusing. He wants love too.  Would she want him back? This is his big dilemma.  Or does he just want in the old feed mill too.

She keeps to herself, by herself, for herself. She believes herself to be nuts. Crazy. Innocent.

 Someone people would say. ANTAGONIST-ANTAGONIZE-ANTAGONISM ALL IN ONE.

Here is the thing.

  1. Be care full what you ask for.
  2. Every word has its proper meaning.
  3. Love lust & Danger come all together.

THE END.

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HOW I MET MY PERSONALITY ON DRUGS

I spent twenty minutes searching for my notes.  I found lots of notes just not the ones I was looking for. “Why can’t I find any thing lately! Frig!”    Looking for a name on a paper, scribbler, I don’t know, is there a done pile around this place?

“It really pisses me off when I can’t find stuff. Seriously I even blogged about this name/.”

Gone again, looking one more time at the stuff, searched through three times already. Maybe some areas were missed.  It can’t hurt,  it just wastes more time doing NOTHING useful to anyone self included.

  • 1949-explosion kills 500. fertilizer. Texas
  • 1912 Titanic sinks
  • 1923 Insulin
  • Welcome to thrillers
  • arepetomonasts.wordpress.com

There is more.

  • Bone marrow eat Dandelions
  • epidermal + epidemic disease that spreads rapidly
  • epidermis the outer most layer of the skin
  • nanobots ?
  • ahowlingmoon@gmail.com; Peter Russell

This does not mean the search is over, a pile of papers happen to be sitting on the dresser.

  • Roy is morphing
  • IMDV pro
  • Sundance
  • info@koi_fly.com good for nothing
  • April 16,2017 today is Easter I learned how to use my recorder.

A recorder?

This recorder must be located and new hunt is in the works, the old forgotten already.

What kind of recorder is this, it’s probably black. Where would it even be. Why would there even be a recorder.

Oh no. The thought of a pile of done papers has arrived. There is a pile of done papers under the desk. Life is as hard as you make.

  • unsolicited
  • a woman crying in the night a lone on a bench
  • To suffer, I do not suffer you, you suffer yourself for your addictions I say unto you. Suffer not unto me.
  • In me fear not your fears.

Paper upon paper, large and small scrubbers full of NOTES! But not the ones needed! hey the clip-board. find that find that name. When really, the only thing of happening here,  is the mess being created by unfiled notes, more piles, being mixed up and placed about. From here to the kitchen to the washroom to the living room all over the bedroom, lucky to have standing room.

  • The market is high on body fat
  • to be of the O- blood type
  • Groundhog day
  • I am not sure what I am doing April 13, 2016

Now you’ve gone and done it. You brought me out. That’s okay though. Hello me. Wait! Who are you. April 28,2017.

I don’t know you

I know but I know you

How would you know me if I don’t know you

Because I’m always in looking out

Are you bad

What are you going to do about it if I am

That would depend

Aw would it now

Anyway. How long are you hear/metaphor/for

Can’t quite say

Yeah well, just don’t get into any trouble, no good at getting out

I am

THE END OF DAY ONE

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THE STORY IS WRITTEN & SO IS THE DICTIONARY

HIGH NOON          BUZZER

WITH OVER 1,365.OOO WORDS.

PICTURES WITH ART EVEN

They told me to turn this into three books. Book one is done! I left my guys in a field ready to war over an ordinary girl, with the brightest white of her eyes to be the cause.  But this girl is not just ordinary, she became a friend to these odd people ready to die for her.

I need to start book two. But then how can I blog? I don’t know.

Language Mars Words

You can understand us here

 

KIDS GETTING INTO TROUBLE

QUESTION

what should I write about?

THE ANSWER

KIDS GETTING INTO TROUBLE.

KIDS GETTING INTO TROUBLE. Then lets just see how much trouble they can get into. And please be advised>nobody mentioned an age<>That I am the writer in this ordeal the kids will range from the age of seven to 18., because by the time they are 19, they should be trying to be wiser than a kid. 19-year old’s in my book are not categorized under-KID. You will find them, in college, while the kids are getting into trouble.

One time I heard of these four kids that were out driving around having what they called fun, while drinking and driving getting into trouble by driving off a cliff with a 25 foot drop, trying to elude the law? It did not start out as trouble but surely ended in trouble. Then the same four kids changed the high school password for all the computers causing a whole stream of trouble for the school.

About seven of these kids found themselves in a great ship-load of trouble, after waking on a boat sailing out to SEA. No shore line in sight.

Now how in the world did these kids get themselves into this kind of trouble. KIDNAPPED. Just like that. Seven kids. Three of these kids were a brother and his two sisters. then to brothers-twins, and two friends, all these kids have been friends for seven years. Seven kids to be sold in HADES. SLAVES. They need workers. Strong healthy kids will bring in a good profit. The whiter the better.

The ship will finally dock in the PORT DU PRINCE where the kids will be bought as slaves. If this isn’t trouble then I don’t know what is. Until then, these long time family of friends haven’t the slightest idea as to what is going on and how they got into this kind of trouble! And is there anyone even on this ship with them? They even had their own complaints as to how they are Feeling and who to Blame and what’s to eat. Where the hell is frank? The guy offering the barbecue last night on the beach with free beer.

Three men ran the boat. But they did not speak English.  And the men were not white. They wore skirts with some kind of head-dress. A ring of feathers or something there like that, colourful arm bands, they didn’t even wear shoes. But they had spears.

One of the older boys in search of who is at the helm, if anyone, came upon the men and said, “Parlay vous onglaze”, the men pointed their spears, “je je je je je.” the one man said.   So the kid said. “Yeah?  Je je je to you to A-hole. He left out of there to report his findings to the others. Three men with knives on sticks he would tell the others not to frighten the two girls. The guys were nice like that to the girls always protecting them in or out of the house.  Now they are lost with nothing but water all around them and a crying kid. “Shhh. Don’t tell mom okay. We’re going to get you home.” “I want to go home now.” “What if I give you all my money when we get home, will you stop crying?”  “All of it?”  “Yeah all the brown ones. You can have all the brown money.” {pennies}.This always worked on his little sister. Why she even trades ten-dollar bills for all his change in his pockets. He has his little sister believing the oddest things. But at the same time he makes sure she is happy. He is a good big brother, and did not get them in this trouble. As the matter of face she did it to herself by sneaking off in the night, joined by her older sister, following the boys to the beach to a party, big brother brought his electric gituar and amplifier. This battery opperated. The girls loved to listen to big brother play. He played out in a band but they were never allow to go.

The youngest kid is seven. She is one of the sisters. After she calmed down she went on a search of her own, coming back with something. “Look what I found.” “what is it”, one of the boys said. “A gold watch.” He takes it from her small hand. “That’s not a watch. It’s a compass.”  “what’s that?” “It will give us an idea to where we are. Can I use it for a minute? I’ll give it back.” “Will it take us home?”  “No.”  “Then I don’t want it back, it’s stupid.” She ran off crying again to go home.

One of the other boys, taking this all very, very serious.  “How can you even think of eating. Our mom’s are going to kill us.”  “Have another beer.” Someone said, “you’re scaring the little girls.”   “You don’t know my mom. I’m going to get killed, my mom is going to be pissed. Then your mom is going to kick my ass.

Outside these kids getting into trouble. They are planning out the situation at hand, taking a cold hard look at what may have happened>them stealing a very large boat and now lost at sea with the girls. This is a very big mistake they are sure of it.   But right now they have hang-overs that need to be dealt with. so they can think!

They found some food. lots to drink. Sleeping quarters were ready, expecting them. Not all of them. Just the boys. {The girls are a massive streak of GOLD.} Playing cards were on the table and cases of beer are piled in the one corner.  They search every inch of this ship finding valueable sport-gear they consider weapons.

Kids get in trouble

  • by not think
  • by not understanding
  • by not caring
  • by not knowing.

Even if you ask all the right questions, trouble can be waiting for you to come a long.  At least, this is what happened to these kids ages from 7- 14. And all the boys just turned 18 within a month or two of each other over the summer, not quite the drinking age to get into bars. But the twins shared a phony ID and would go sometimes sneaking out booze for the others.

A lot of things happen to the kids, with the kids, by the kids, during the whole trip, right  up until they docked.  They even found out how they came to be on this boat. A betrayal in friendship is the very cause of this trouble for these seven kids.

They fall into the hands of a man called the PEACEMAN. Who saves them from one slavery to his own. The difference is the kids are ALL together still.

1,100.54 miles from home. Boys oh boys oh boy are they in trouble or what?

THE GUYS THE CRIME THE ODYSSEY

They are smart boys they are fun boys they are in trouble boys.

They make it home safe and sound you’ll never believe how.

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DAYS OF BLACK DAYS OF BLUE >BUT FEAR THE RED

Hello.  Hello today. It’s April 2017, 25. Wow, were moving on quickly.

So far the more I try the more trouble I get into. I must learn to how not to allow being told what to do, day in day out, do do do this  do that! I need to do what I do.  I have learned this behavior is taking myself away from me. I think I’m building a little black dot, way back in the corner of my head.  { But in this, case do I give warning?}

  • Do I tell people that they are causing a take-over to manifest.
  • That I am angered.
  • That I like doing things my way.

I will do what ever for you I will help you where you need but I too want and need >me. I too like you,  have means that are my way.

And quite frankly I am having trouble keeping this flesh moist. The chemicals  in your water burn my skin and weakens this core. This is bad for me now this three days on your planet is a slow poison. I urgently have the need to flee this family I came into, fear I do gravely acts to stay alive. [If  this body dies] I must MORPH. Black or red.

This place I am in is laden with dust. This dust is home to mites. They are starting to eat at this body’s skin, causing me to scratch and scratch.  This does not look good amongst you, scratching and scratching, cause every one to watch.  this human said to me, “are you lousy?”  But.,  “yes, so you can see them eating me.” he said no more but I saw on his face he carried disgust. I feel scaly.

Actually there is option three. To Burnout! But this is the end of life as I came to know it.

I love life I want to live like you. Why should I die. I did not ask to come to this earth, your rocket science brought some of us back. But not me, like others sent to help. I am not them, yet should I choose,  I too can Morph.! But I choose to stay this body and live among you for the days that I can.

For the sake of humanity my choice is to burnout war, should it be called upon.

I am here to help save your world. I wouldn’t want to live here anyway, you have shit for water. I have to leave this place this family that I came to love. I know it has only been days but she was /is good to me. I won’t remember them after a while anyway, that part is dying. I need meat. Raw meat. This family is in danger from me. I must leave now.

The road ahead will be deeply hazardous to my being. Should I make my way out of this city to find PURE RIVER WATER > it will truly be a gift from the heavens.

When I succeed the next step is to find more like me, we need to gather.

When Kristal came home from work she found the note.

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