Three Days Ago Far Far Away

Three days ago far far away Sugar-plums were hanging from a window thirty-feet high. Today the plums are soaking in a bath-tub because there are to many for the sink, anyway a note is they’re asking that the Sugar-plums be pick-up by tomorrow. Then the next day The question is asked. “When are these sugar-plums to be taken out of here?”

HE SAID SHE SAID

He said, so I heard you had a self-conscious problem.
She said, It’s not what you think so it really does not matter to me what you heard.
He said, I didn’t ask you for your life story, I just said I heard some shit.
She said, Well, where I come from, self-conscious and shit don’t sound anything a like.
He said, well then, be like that. I just wanted to meet you.
She said, by telling me something you heard about me?
He said, It worked.
She smiled saying nothing.
He said, so are you?
Are you what she said.
He said, self-conscious. then he waited for her to speak.
She said, you mean shy, yes I am shy to a point. If I have to knock you out I don’t see a problem.

The whole place became quite, Everyone waited for any response, from either one of them. Then Just like that he said, bar-keep a round for everyone. Then he said to her, so, are you going to beat me up?
She laughed. He said, are you okay? She laughed more. He said, I’m afraid.
She said, please stop talking.
He said, see how you are.

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WHEN YOU FALL BACK/EGOCENTRIC

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WHEN YOU FALL BACK into an old routine, don’t give up on your own self so fast. You got where you were and you will get back and you already know it was not easy, something there like that. Failure is hard on certain people causing activity in your ego to act out.

My egocentric is acting out therefore I have lost control. I made a video and put it on YOUTUBE > title> Earth has 27 days to live.

What did one guitar say to the other?

Riff riff.

 

I’M SORRY, SEND ME MY FRIEND PRAYERS ANSWRED

Not unanswered prayers, just slow coming. I don’t understand you don’t understand  what GOD can do,  all at once in the blink of an eye, or two or three things at a time or what do we humans think GOD should do?

Prayers get answered just not always in the nick of time, that’s just the way it goes. Take a wish for instance. Tell me, just who do you think is responsible for granting that wish/ GOD? Genies are for wishes not GOD. Even the cartoons TELL YOU.  I’m sorry to have to say that I do understand why you may believe GOD is in charge of wishes too. Did GOD create genies, then he created you and me.

I asked GOD to send me my friend.  I have not seen or spoken to my friend with in four years., I was angry, disappointed, I did not want to ever lay my eyes on that friend. But then just like that I was not up-set anymore.  so I prayed asking GOD to see my friend.

A couple of days went by, where is my friend God?

After a while I came to realize my friend is not just going to show up at my door after four years of me, acting like a kid, I don’t like you. But now I want to be with my friend, so how come you did not go get her God, I’m talking to you.

See I understand your answer will be because GOD is god man, he can do anything he wants and he is suppose to!

But what you are really saying is, you expect God to say “YOU. STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND GO VISIT THAT PERSON WHO DOESN’T LIKE YOU ANYMORE!

AND YOU SAY  “OKAY.”

But that we are human, if GOD all of a sudden started talking to you and only you, you would be afraid.   I understand many people believe he should. But he is not allowed to just start talking to you or me out loud.

[I’s not my fault you can’t hear God talking, he’s talking to me, not you.]

I kept my old friend in my heart for about a month thinking all the fun we had, then I found myself  telling God that I am sorry and I forgive.  Two days later, then this very eve,  we see each other. I loudly said “Hey hello.”

Thank-you my LORD.

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BACK AT THE RESIDUE

Putting things a side for you once again. I demonstrate for a month running, cleaning this home in an orderly fashion on a daily basis and you still can’t manage to copy my schedule?

I do watch and pay attention to how you manage the house cleaning. You are lazy wasting hours of useful time. Then before we know it the home is a pig sty style setting unfit for a child causing me to leave my own duty to handle yours.

I have come to the conclusion that you have to get your own schedule that upon doing mine to start to believe you are doing my chores and you quit cleaning all together, when in fact it is your home, your children and your mess.

I just want to get to my room or go pee or sit and eat a sandwich.

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So I HAD TO CREATE A SYNOPSIS TAKE #5 MY STORY

SYNOPSIS

How long would it take anyone to read 279 pages? A synopsis is reading that 279 pages in five minutes or under.  A synopsis is like a T.V. guide only a much longer version allowing producers or agents to have a peek from top middle and bottom of your story enticing their creative abilities, this saves them hours and days of reading grueling script should it be boring.

After days of searching the net for any understanding of a synopsis I found an article telling me it is easy, just answer 10 questions then put the answers together. One page 500 words. But the questions are all about the MAIN CHARACTER! -(MC) So I gave it a shot. 494 words. I was beaming.

So I took #4 [two pages], along with #5, [one page] and let the readers decide. I was surprised to find they all liked all about the main character, but all preferred #4. A bit of everything.

You know in the end if we are as smart as we think we are we will start with a log line then a synopsis then the story.

 

 

MY PERSONALITY ON DRUGS #2 LABOTOMY TOOLS?

Things started out seemingly normal, then getting dressed and readying myself for the day’s out-line, of, well needed house-hold chores. Oddly enough; I am unaware the planned out list of any, chores are slowly being backed-up by, the more ramblings going on in the mind, creating unnecessary chores, so everything else is, has vanished!

What should I wear today,  became the new quest.

This activity can take a good hour or less, depending on eyeing the chosen attire twice.

Then during the decision as to what to wear, things started creating patterns of ideas upon ideas, colliding with interruptions of new thoughts. Then.

  1. Hey a yard sale
  2. Might be a good idea

Absolutely no time is wasted there<joke>there goes another hour or less. It went something like this: Thoughts, trying on clothes, laughing at memories of when that piece of clothes was worn last, should I keep it, should I get rid of it, try it on again. Big decisions had to be made..  Then some where during all this, the brain took it upon its self to start poking at he mind, “hey what did you see when you looked out the window?”. But why the window?  What’s so important about the window, the mind is wandering,, then a thought other than a chore comes out.  “It’s beyond me as to why, people find the need to muddle around in yards sales buying other people’s unwanted things. Treasure. Stuff.

  1. It is called treasure idiot.
  2. Yeah some bodies junk.
  3. I’m already in the parking lot so there

Every thought of cleaning and fixing up things and blogging, flew out the door and went treasure hunting.  The money spent?  $2.65 cents.   “Who sells their blue-boy picture! A victorious day I’d rather say.”

Wow 2 Pictures of  two ships, somebody took the time to ink-draw. Great find! {Canadian & German}The GOECH FOCK and The BLACK JACK.. Beautiful work.  “How could anyone sell these?” >See if I can jew them down, became the new chore. Try to find the best stuff here before someone else gets it.>My brain told me I really wanted to have the ships. I see two girls and a lady laughing with the seller about this odd coiled tool. She asked, “what is this?” the guy tells her, “a great conversation piece.” I take a look and YES! IT IS! What is it, I don’t know but I suddenly want it. I hope they don’t buy it.  But the lady picks it up, gives it a couple of squeeses, after the girls leave, puts it down. That was close. My chance.

Funny though, the question is asked for the two ship fashioned out of ink.

How much?

“One dollar.”

One dollar, for both of them ?

“Okay a dollar each.”

Sold!  Two dollars it is. and this, I want it. What is this. I hand pump this thing. How much?   “25 cents.”   Sweet! And what’s in this little box? “Nut crackers.” Sweet how much? Now I’ll have to go find some nuts. I laughed, they gazed at me in silence. Made me laugh more. Then I saw this unopened comdination lock, wow ten-cents. I took it. Then I spy, my little eye catches hold of this hand held tool with a curved end. I needed to ask. Is this a labotomy tool, I want it too, how much? TEN-CENTS? I said. What is wrong with you people? How are you going to make any money if everything is ten cents, 25 cents. A young girl steps forward. “We just want to get rid of this, stuff.” I looked around. Then  begged myself to leave. Go Home! Wait. How much for this rooster. “Twenty-five cents”. YES! I Pay and I do leave.

{Frig I could have had them both for a dollar! What’s the matter with me. Freaking stupid. Not really. Kind. I think I did a kind thing.  These kids are trying to raise money for something.  Whoopee so I paid an extra dollar. I am very, very pleased} <>All this thinking went on AFTER Laughing my way out of the parking lot with all my TREASURES. Stuff. Somebody else’s things.   My mind is chatting Holy, I got the BLUE BOY picture. The girl in pink? I don’t know who she is. She came with the blue boy. Holy, labotomy tools, frig 10 cents. I’m thinking, freaking wow. Two awesome Ships!, the penmanship alone is nuts, freaking awesome work.  And that springy thing, what ever it is. >Thanks for looking out the window. No thanks for remembering what caught your eye. No thanks for taking me out the door.   Then, that poking thought at the back of my mind finally, made it to the front of the brain, {how much? One dollar!} How did it become two? I laughed so hard realizing I did it myself. “How much are these pictures, one dollar. One dollar? How much are these pictures, one dollar. Fine then two. I am not a good jew’er after all.   “Big deal, so I got fun things for $2.65 cents. And yes, I did look back a few times, to see if anyone is watching my exit in laughter across the lot.    Then. Just like that. The walk back home became quite annoying causing a bad reaction from this huge interruption of planned-out house-cleaning.  {Something like this}.

  1. Gross
  2. Freaking mites
  3. Now I need to wash and change my clothes.
  4. Freaking scratching all over the place
  5. I got to wash this shit man
  6. Freaking piss me off, had a shower last night.

There goes any chores for this day planned-out for good, for sure. Every thing from the yard sale, is carefully placed in the wash-bin in the kitchen sink.. Of course each and every item is touched and spoken to or at, while readying the sink to disinfect mites off all these dumb things I, for some reason had to have, now being comprmised.

You guessed it…

This washing-up has been compromised!, Put on-hold!.  Because Pictures, of all this stuff had to be done, so looking for any camera in the place needs to be carried-out.  Then something else came up>The need to de-mite my hands, face and hair is urgent!

NOTHING IS GETTING DONE.  I showered, I cleaned, I ate. Then my brain asked a question.

Are you back?

“What made you ask that”

All this shit going on, what the crap?

Well, I got ship pictures. And lobotomy tools. lol.  I got cool stuff, it was a good day.

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Now all this stuff sits in my home cluttered and dusty but loved somehow. The chores are still waiting.

 

 

THE BIRTH OF SUICIDE/FIRST DEGREE MURDER

I HATE THIS PLACE. YELLING AND CALLING NAMES AND NO LISTENING.

so I freak out trying to get you to stop talking and let me talk.  Let me answer one of your rantings.  I am only seven and you never listen to me.

IT’S ALL MY FAULT FOR BEING STUPID

what else are you.

An IDIOT AND DUMB AND NOBODY LOVES ME THATS WHY I WANT TO KILL MYSELF.

WHAT!

  1. Because I love you I won’t spank you for saying that!
  2. You kill yourself for nothing and no one.
  3. EVER!

Well I DON’T WANT MOMMY TO EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN! I’m GOING TO KILL MOMMY!

Noooooooooooooo

SHE SAID SHE’S GOING TO KILL ME.

Nooo, she’s your mother.

I DON’T CARE. SHE DOESN’T LOVE ME ANYMORE SHE LOVES JUDY MORE THAN ME SHE LOVES ALL KIDS BUT ME.

No she loves you.

NO SHE DOESN’T SHE DOESN’T LOVE HER OWN KIDS SHE LOVES EVERYBODY ELSES.

But I love you. I always listen to you.

EVERYBODY THINKS IM STUPID

I don’t.

You yell at me too

Yeah but only when you get mad and crazy and I will never allow you to get like that at me.  I am your Grand! I am your grandmother…I’m your, wisdom and teacher. I teach you lots of things and we have fun right. We talk don’t we. And I raise my voice. I do not yell at you.

Yes but daddy said I am never leaving this room again, and I can’t go to school, and mommy took everything away from me and she is taking my cloths and everything and she hates me, so I hate everybody cos nobody cares about me.

But look at you, you don’t want to learn with me you want to play your video games and stuff, you want to watch TV and nothing else.

I’m in my room for the day. For ever! I hate myself and want to die! I’m so stupid stupid stupid.

Nooooooo, it’s not you. Your mother and father are dumb! But only because they don’t  know how to talk to little kids.

THEY JUST YELL AND HATE ME AND TAKE ALL MY STUFF

Shh shh shhh,  no no no now. Mommy had a bad daddy,{grampa whoo}, mommy’s daddy never talked. He always yelled and called bad names and said every bad word all the time.  That is all he did, yelling and calling mean bad names. Soo, mommy does not know how to talk right, especially to kids. And you are a kid!

Yeah HERS…

Shh  now now, lets just talk.

She hates me.

No she loves you. She just doesn’t know how to be a nice mother and nether does your dad.

HE Is just dumb.

Yes . Yes he is.

They  both don’t know how to talk to kids.

YES THEY DO THEY TALK NICE TO ALL THE OTHER KIDS EVEN THAT STUPID STUPID KID AT FOOTBALL

Shh shh okay. Okay you’re okay.

No I’m not.

Yeah you’re not. But I want to tell you, not all mothers yell at kids. My mother did not yell at me and my sisters and brothers. If my mother said to me, “sit down.” and I didn’t sit down, she came and picked me up and sat me down, hard. She said nothing. if my mother told me to shut-up and I didn’t, she would come to me and slap my face so hard I would fall off my chair. She said nothing. If my mother told me to go change my clothes and I didn’t,  she would drag me to my room. She would take my clothes off me, put clean clothes on me then throw me outside. She said nothing.

Did your mommy love you.

My mother gave me away when I was 4 months old.

How come.

I don’t know I was a tiny baby.

How did you get to your family?

She came a took me away when I was seven.

And then did she love you.

No!…She would hit me when she was mad. If she was mad at my dad, she would beat me when he went out the door.  She would give my sisters and brothers milk money for school, but not me, she would say, if you want ten cents go ask your dad.

Why did she do that to you?

Maybe she didn’t like me, I really can’t tell you. But I can tell you lots and lots of mommy and daddy don’t know how to talk to kids, and lots of mommys and daddys hit their kids. But that may be, their mommy and daddy didn’t know how to talk to them.

This is sad to hear coming from any child.  No child should want to kill him self or any one else at the age of seven or any age as far as killing goes.  Killing is for hunters.

IN SITUATIONS LIKE THIS TELL SOMEONE

After all just the fact you hearing this, should be liable in a court of LAW, solely for the same reason [ you can not stand and watch a body drowned], even if you can’t swim. And forget about the undertow cos the currents are streaming the person out to sea while you fret not knowing what to do,  {you’re arrested for being a coward}? The best thing was to run for help.   Just like now. The child and the parents need to be told on before, the child takes a strong hold of murderisum {if it is not a word it should be},growing to hate and kill. It is very visable at this point in time.

NOW WE NEED TO WONDER IF SEVEN YEARS IN THE MAKING OF THESE FIRST YEARS OF GROWTH CAN BE CORRECTED.. As you have been warned many times, over the years of childhood studies, how crucial the first 5[FIVE}years of life is after birth. CHILDREN ARE SPONGES, THEY LEARN EVERYTHING YOU ARE. Which means  {you’re everything} they have to go by. All how you are they will be {in their} own way though, how they see and understand things to be by your teachings.

THE  BIRTH OF SUICIDE/FIRST DEGREE MURDER

It’s obvious the world is responsible right? Only things can’t change. The teachings in school MUST change if PARENTS can’t.

What?, half the world is haters.

the other bit is scared.

while the rest do their best to teach peace and compassion, live and be strong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GRANDPA WHY ARE POOR PEOPLE SAD THEY HAVE NO MONEY

“Grandpa why are poor people sad they have no money.”

What kind of question it that. Yup, laugh.

“Well grandpa I just want to know why some people get so crazy cos they have no money? Don’t they even know they don’t have to pay tax?  My friend’s dad has lots of money and he has to pay tax to the Government and it’s his own money. That doesn’t make any sense to me grandpa.  I just don’t get it. If it is his money, then why grandpa, why does he have to pay money to have money.”

Listen kid why don’t you go out side for ten minutes and get some air.

“Grandpa. I don’t want to go outside for ten minutes.”

And I don’t want to answer your question.

“Well come on there grandpa, how am I suppose to learn if you don’t teach me.

I teach you lots of things kid just not stuff like that.

“Well what if I want to grow up and do nothing, then I won’t have to pay tax on working hard everyday to make money.

Now how dumb is that kid how are you going to eat or anything.

“No grandpa, I stay with you.  And Sally said her dad made them all go poor,  because he didn’t have money to pay [money tax]. Sally said her dad worked really hard everyday. And now grandpa, they don’t have a house anymore.”

You want them all to come here?”

“Grandpa, no, stop, you’re making me start to laugh.  Sally has to live with her uncle. She told me she hates her uncle…

Listen kid.  Get outside and roll around in the mud or climb a tree but get out of my way.

“Okay grandpa, but just tell me.”

  1. Sure for 50 cents.
  2. Then ten more cents for the fifty-cents.
  3. Now get out of my way.

“Grandpa I don’t have fifty-cents, and why 10 cents more?”

In case you want your 50 cents back I’ll still have 10.

“GRANDPA BUT SERIOUSLY THOUGH- WHY DO WE PAY TAX ON OUR MONEY.”

So you can keep it.

“But grandpa…”

That’s just the way it is kid, so slap yourself to the back door and open it for me.

  • Yup here we go.
  • knock yourself out laughing.
  • Maybe learn to laugh with your eyes opened and your mouth shut.

“Grandpa I can’t help it, it’s your face. You did this with your face.”

  1. Yup okay fall.
  2. Then make me trip.
  3. Then laugh more if I brake something.

“Grandpa, it’s all good, let me carry this for you. I don’t want you to fall.”

If it will help get rid of you take it. Laundry room is that way.

“Cool grandpa, give me the basket so you won’t fall down.”

Yeah, here take it. Now go sing a song for about an hour.

“Oh grandpa you’re so funny. I love being with you.”

Yup. You’re a good kid. A little odd, but I’ll take it.

“So grandpa, about the taxes…?”

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