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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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

 

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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THETALER ITS HIGH NOON

It is I, your THETALER. I’m in the bar.

You know who I am, THETALER OF ALL TIMES. I have stepped forward onto your earth. You need me, us, you are at risk from this day forth-I can only say to you. For this is none of my fault, This is. Your, doing. Well not all of mankind., but most of you world wide-caused our ripple of destruction. [see the word]  SARGATE/ Blay zumi bo mee> , You caused a crack from earth to mars from mars to earth. You are under attack!,

But of course who is going to take heed from my words and get to the cities!

WORLD WIDE was given nangto drupe perseasa  tie zine.

  1. There is a child
  2. She must be saved
  3. I need to learn.

Then. “Take another drink! Play some music!, Or Shut the hell-up! Tell me where you are from!” An angry drunk man yelled at Jean to shut-up, causing the place to sit still.

The funny little guy made his way across the floor followed by the click click clicking singing from his cow-boy boots. You can bet everybody watched. > What the hell, the guy is hilarious. keeps me coming to this drinking hole way out-side the city limits. > I can tell you, so do many of these customers. They even bring their friends just for a laugh at this guy. But it also goes to say several of these drinkers have never met the guy. The clicking stopped. All eyes upon him, waiting watching like the first time seeing a MASTER SHARK jumping at you right NOW! No body drank., it seemed odd that even the jukebox finished its last song! Time stopped! Then CRACK! just like that, silence broke.

“I am Jean-Guy Rubber-Boot! They tell me I come from your mother’s tit! Are you running a tab.”  Laughter nothing but laughter could be heard.

Then just like that, he turned clicking his way back to his spot drank a drink then asked the bar-keep for a dollar for the pool-table.  “You rack’em I stack’em.”  He placed his dollar on the table. But the same man bellowed again. “What the fuck! Who does this clown think he is.?” He stood-up from where he sat doing his best to maintain his balance, “Play some music! Where did that guy go. I wanna buy him a drink., A round for everyone.”   Shouts and yammering chatters and cheers ate up all space.

“Who are you really?”  I said, he looked into my eyes. “There was a Roy in my head.” He put his attention to a shot-glass he is holding.   “I am RIGEL, one of the brightest stars in your universe.”   Some how Jean-Guy R.B. had a hold of a 40 ounce bottle of whiskey pouring a shot. Of course he offered me one. Yes I took it. We laughed, down the hatch. I needed more Information, I can tell you it was the most fun I had in a long time. Of course when he talked of this world coming to an end, I entered more dialogue to my chronicles of this nature.  I can tell you as I was in the city yesterday, keeping an eye on a strange woman sing songs of the end. Stay out of the wind she sang.  I wonder if these two know each other?

I myself have seen red over the horizon two nights ago but I have no explanation as of yet. I have recorded this happening as coming in intervals of three, then it was over.  The cause is unknown, further investigating is needed. But as far as I could tell it came far from the country’s outer edges.

The time is late early hours of the morning, 1:49am so for this night I am packing it in and will drive back to the city to return again.

When I let the establishment every-one was hanging in for last call on the alcohol. Jean-Guy  is still talking of the earth’s destruction in 25 more days. “Give it a rest Joe. Fuck look at him . . .He’s a fucking bum. Fuck, drink or go home. Who the fuck is he bothering. You fuck? You’re buying him drinks all night. Leave the fucking guy a lone.”  Ray went to the jukebox.

Things were still going strong with much fun, when I left the bar. I could tell the rest of the night in that establishment will be safe.  But as I leave the place behind all the red flashes in the wooded area sparked off in the thicket. I can tell by the diameter of the radiant glow this to be their resting spot for this time.  The bar is safe for now.

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ABOUT MYRITINGBOARD

Well this is just the thing. I can not find any spot to make a marking.

Where do I find about? I found it before, rather it was just there for me to explain what I am about.  Oh silly me sounding like a girl again.  Must be the inner me. A little girly girl. “The dog ate my slipper.”   Don’t worry you will get another slipper.. “But you don’t understand, I was my glass slipper.”  So go cry then.  But leave us. We need to know about MYRITINGBOARD.

“So what about it pray tell.’

“It changed.”

“Did it now, into what? A playing field?”

“Can you see the look on my face! I am serious! People should know about myritingboard! You. What do you know. You’re just a piece of meat!”

“Hey calm down now, I will toss you an ink jar. You can colour your world into anything you’d like.”

“Please life is changing about me I must change about me too.  Myritingboard is about telling it straight. life is like that. Straight.”

“Don’t you mean the earth is round?”

“What is this earth? I am talking life! I am telling you I am thestorytaler and I will tell you the story straight the way it is, no back-outs no cop-outs no escape from the way life is.”

“So this is what you are saying you are about? Telling tales the way they go down with your ritingboard.”

“Yes myritingboard, you have it so.”

“Hum, can I leave now?”

“With my honor. But not without telling you there should be a page about, ABOUT.”

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RULES AND MORE RULES FOR WRITERS

Rules for everything, everywhere, world wide, even for writers trying to get noticed.

Rules are not easy at times giving us headaches like we are criminals acting all stealth trying to get one toe-nail in the door.    TOE-Nail?  Yes! Toenail. The doors are closed so tight you are screaming with joy for your toenail in the door.

But this is not good like you thought because now you are STUCK THERE!

Let me in let me out, my head hurts or my toe. I’m so confused.

They want this from you.

  1. A poster with a professional pitch.    Do you need an AGENT?
  2. Your pleasure composed into a Logline, Title and Synopsis that will tickle them.
  3. The most catching Title ever, blocking out hundreds of others, make yours shine.
  4. The most important 30 words creating a Logline that will lure them to you.
  5. YUCK! up to seven pages of detailed plots/illustrations/driving the characters deals, creating  three acts then splitting the first & second  act where there is vengefulness100_3215 , caring, wining losing. At this point I want my toenail free.  A WONDERFUL WORLD
  6. You need to select an honest place to protect all of your written work before you even try getting it out there.   They say there are places online/how safe is this?
  7. It is time for you to pitch your screenplay/book. So now you need a door and one box of band aids. There are thousands of people wanting their written work looked at hoping to get produced. So Where? There happen to be zillions of places online if you can get in there.
  8. They say enter contests, at least you will/ maybe get recognized.
  9. It is like a roller coaster up & down. But the best poster picture wins. You just hope it does not look like anything else ever!

Rules and more rules for writers.  No crying No Stalking No killing. Just follow the RULES.