WHAT IS MY TRIPPLE PERSONALITY GOING TO DO NOW.

GET A LOAD OF THIS.

I have prayed to my Lord, asking that a good man find me, like me, a man to Love me. A decent man to marry me. I also agreed my sibling pray for my hope.

After a while I forgot to ask God to see me down here waiting for love to just find me. What is that people say!? Love does not find people. people go find love!  <French> It’s the same thing. So Yes, I will wait for love to find me. I pray for real love to find me, plus I believe my sibling  prayers. I believe in the power of prayer.  It makes perfect since. > somepeople say> it’s all a big magnet drawing in energy < – So all that concentration at once causes a cosmic interruption sending electrical volts to heavens door-bell.

March or April this year 2017 I told my sister I wanted to get married again. “Why?”

ANSWER> I always wanted to be a wife. A wife with kids. A wife with children and a husband.  I didn’t ask for anything more.

Hell. I even bring stories to life [adding] LOVE. Love love love.  And now here I am trying to explain why I need this companionship all of a sudden. My older sister wants to know why I want The Lord to send me a man. Because is all that I said. Because. Why can’t I be happily married too. Why can’t I love a man and a man love me too. I want to cook and clean and take care of a man like all woman do.

Does

should?

[I do not wish to be the cause, of another bra burning bash, violating  the “TRUMP NEWS” Not the president, the man of the hour, now!

WOMAN ARE TO TAKE CARE OF MEN – MEN TAKE CARE OF WOMAN

  • Anyway none the less the phone rings a few days ago.
  • It was a very old family friend.
  • He came to visit this very day.

Is this my ?, was he sent to me? Did he find me while he was out looking for love? Did Love just find me or it’s all, just coincidentally, out of the blue, after 27 years, he calls.

Am I to believe now that love can find you.

The phone rang two-hours ago.  He tells he was drawn to me and wants my permission to give my name to a reader, to see if we are compatible. . What is this I ask you.  A Fortune teller to see if we are compatible?   “Quote.” He’s going to tell you this name has a triple personality but you will be perfectly safe. [happy he found this statement amusing]. Again I said. “Quote!” , how can you pray to god and ask him for rain, then go to a future teller for love? That’s not okay.” Of course he wanted to know why I thought the way I did.

Answer > Because the Bible says so.

He said it is to at least see if we are compatible. “Okay, okay I said. But I do not want to know my future! > My mother even said it is bad to know.<

The Lord answered my prayer, now will I botch things up with my {allities?} all three? I can only say, poor guy, cause it is not easy living with one person not three in one. even though she sais with a smile, you’re safe. Now I laugh.

He even wants to save the trees. I love trees!  Tree or three how many do you want. FRENCH.  I say French because the French swear and I don’t swear, so French.

So naturally, I told him, odd, that I have been praying a man sent to love me and marry me for ever. That my sister is praying for me as well. [He rather liked this], so did I. We actually talked for a while setting a date to meet at an eatery, discussing his great find with his TELLER just using my name? I hope this does not scare the teller.

Laughing some more.   All in a name they say.  French!

What is my triple-personality going to do now.

Jump ins.

He told me all about his work at his first visit. So I ran to get all my, work, placing it down in front of him. He is impressed. I only smile.

It was not long a half an hour visit. He had to go. My mind told me it was a cheap visit indeed. ? half an hour.   But my heart told me he made flight because all the kids were all over him so were the dogs and. A bit to much isn’t. YES indeed it is.

When I hugged him good bye, it felt like the hello hug.  A brick wall. A strong man a working man I asked of my Lord. Then I find myself telling the Lord that I can’t even call him and apologise for all the commotion.  I don’t even know how to spell his last name or the town city or place he comes form. I didn’t think to ask? I just fell into his stories and showed him my written stories then he was gone.  Again I asked the Lord, how do I even find him back?

Seriously I found it, but to afraid to use it. Am I a stocker now? Will he think me mad? I don’t know, but I don’t want him to think I am crazy.  So I just went on with my usual blogging stuff complaining to the Lord who else >

then just like that the phone rang <>Him asking to make plans meeting at an eatery.

Now I’m left here with my mind.

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GRANDPA WHAT IS SPOILED & SELFISH

SPOILDED SELFISH

You have selfish and spoiled. Both words mean one thing each.

  1. Spoiled means > rotten.
  2. Selfish means > greedy.

Grandpa am I spoiled & selfish?

YUP!  Yes you are.  “Grandpa do you love me.”  Yup! Yes I do.  “Grandpa can I get fixed.” Maybe!  Just maybe boy. But it will take a lot of work. “Why?” Cos you’re already a spoiled selfish kid.  “What kind of work grandpa, will I get paid?”

  • PAID?  Never thought of paying anyone to learn not to be spoiled or selfish.
  • Is this question an act of being spoiled or selfish?

Yup!  Yes it is.   The answer is no boy. You won’t get paid. “Then I want to work doing something else.”  It might be to late for you after all  boy. “How grandpa?” How old are you now kid.  “Grandpa, I turned seven and you forgot to buy me a present.

Selfish and Spoiled

  1. Seven is too old to take the spoiled out.
  2. Time has flown by can not harness the selfishness.
  3. These flaws are to large a dent, in the brain all ready.
  4. We are talking about growing egos.

Children are never to young to install values in them. These values are not something you learn on the way,  they are TAUGHT.

HERE IS YOUR BOTTLE NOW SHUT-UP!   {No this action is wrong}

This is selfish on your part.   Here is what you do..

  1. Pick the baby up!,  “gently bounce sh sh sh sh.

Come on little baby. Sh sh sh sh.”

Making your way to the bottle making area. You are teaching the baby to wait. Sh sh sh sh.   And that you are gentle and snuggling, you are teaching the infant affection.  This is the way children should be guided.

“Grandpa did mommy pick me up and bounce me?”  Yup!  But she quit about three months later, “why?”   Oh, well, that is just the way some people are.  “Is mommy Selfish  grandpa?”  Yup!  “Is mommy spoiled too grandpa?”   Yup!  “Why?”

Let’s just say mommy was born sick as a baby,  and as she grew,  no body wanted to scold her when she needed it. So she grew to be a spoiled selfish child, then teenager, then a woman then a mom. It’s to late now, she can’t be changed. So what we do is work around her and hope for the best.

“Grandpa are you spoiled too?”    No!  “Why?”  Because when I was a kid my mom and dad spanked us. Not only that. We were hit with belts and sticks and with what ever came off the floor. “What came off the floor grandpa?”

  • Chairs.

Lots of stuff. “Why?”  Well if they couldn’t reach us where we were, it was easier to throw something to hit us.  “Grandpa did you love your mommy and daddy?”  Yup! “Why?” Cos, they’re my mom and dad. “But if they hit you with a stick why did you love them. Why didn’t you run away and never go back?”  Because boy.  Moms and dads have to teach us that there are rules.

EVRYBODY IN THE WHOLE WORLD must follow the rules.

“Grandpa I don’t like rules. And I am going to break my piggy-bank and buy some gum. And if mommy tries to stop me, I will punch her in her belly.”

SPOILED AND SELFISH

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GRANDPA WHAT IS STUPID

STUPID IS believing in luck and not yourself. Stupid is what you just said.

THIS IS HARD. MORE THAN I THOUGHT. I HAVE NOT WON FOR A VERY LONG TIME.

I am lucky, ya see, I am still lucky it just takes time. My time will come you can count on it, only it seems that I always do something dumb and miss the perfect opportunity. Sounds like I am my own fault at chasing my luck away.

Stupid is

To react poorly at everything around you because you will not accept the blame you caused.  Then go search everywhere over the net, to find a lucky spell that said something like >

  •  burn a candle
  • say words like
  •  fire burn brightly turn my luck around
  • blab blab blab burn fire burn
  • take the bad leave the  good
  • change my life to be good.

Now say all that one hundred times before the candle burns out.

WHAT IS STUPID

  • You actually try the spell without learning the words
  • You don’t believe the spell needs to be said one hundred times
  • You still can’t recite all the words even though you said them five times over.

OSMOPATCH & MENTAL CONFECTION IS WHAT IS STUPID

What is osmopatch and  mental confection grandpa?

This is severe to the brain, causing  a temporary  stupidity, like { when you burned the house down.} The ingredients of the osmopatch are still unknown  so it is hard to say. But mix that with mental confection? You loose control of your right mind.

What is stupid? >All the silly things you think or try. Unlike the common smart things you do basically all the time.

Stupid is not thinking before you speak

Stupid is speaking without thinking

Stupid is doing things without thinking

Stupid is thinking but not doing

Stupid is always giving up

Stupid comes in many forms.

  • standing in somebody’s door-way
  • climbing a mountain
  • writing a test
  • getting married
  • getting divorced
  • running amuck
  • allowing your feet to ache

These things are common, among, the things that are done stupidly. But don’t forget there are ZILLIONS of stupid unmentionable happenings not listed above.

what is stupid?

Okay grandpa. I won’t try anymore spells.

Then tell me what is stupid boy.

You grandpa, you.  You gave me the book, and said, go play, and with any luck come back with a pot of gold.

Sea Shells and The Book Of Spells  verses  Old-Age and The Withered Spectacles

Grandpa what is stupid. > Captivity.

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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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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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enough to get body searched. CAPS OFF

What a joyful day.  I thought I would go out and see the Crowed. HEY! Hello, it has been quite some time. But here I am. Out and free. ready to have some fun. FUN!  Yippee, it has been way to long for me. Jump’ens he rubs his hands. I should cut my finger nails, they may get broke. I don’t know how…. But I will cut them just the same. And clothes>  ?A huge question mark!  What do they even wear out there any more! I know NO CAMELS parking in the rear. that’s a little far back even for me.. FRENCH!

Wiseman say sometime not enough time so on time is too late unless time given is before hand, [ and this comes right from my own head.}>unless forced.  He finished cutting his nails stopping with an actual washing of the hands, drying them well leaving no dampness. People don’t know how important drying the whole body is. He is dry from head to toe.  lama coy stampout greb bolsa scartoi.

The CHALLENGE bastard. Now I have to go in search of clothes to fit into any crowed place I choose fit? And what is a fit place for me to be in? I never leave the house. okay shop. Work. where else should I go? Church? I don’t think so….The doors are always locked when I feel like I should go to church. And that is not often. One other known fact besides the locked doors after sundown, is, groups! each church has its own congregation. The whole place turns to watch you walk in. Holy every glare is full of taunting wisps, asking who you are why are you in here? Now they ALL want to know your name where are you from, are there others?  You wouldn’t catch me in any church unless Santa is in there and I can sit on his lap and cry, I have been soooooo bad!  Santa I want toys. This is just a thought I have that derives, from this whole fiasco of looking for a SAFE ENVIROMENT to have a fun night out.  RED? Should I wear red? RED!  red pants? red Top? Why red anyways. Red. This is not a good idea…People might think I am Santa and come to me. That would be funny ay? NACCO, I’m not Santa, get off my lap and sit down. Or go home. And that is too much fun for me to fast.  Light blue jeans, with just the right amount of bulge. Hum, looks good to me even if I do say so myself….Arms in or out.

A wise man would say to enter into the unknown with arms out is to have control in one’s ability. Yeah well I’m not going out to look for a fight. I want to sing!  KARAOKE ALL NIGHT LONG. All night. safe. not having to worry If I put on the right clothes. He looked back over the choice of colorful rags to pick from blowing in the warm soft air hanging on the clothes-line. With a snort he choose the dark green shiny shirt. wow it shone in the sun he never seen anything like it, and thought the white dress pants matched. No need for socks he had boots on.  Really pointy cow-boy boots with shiny gadgets on the toes and heals and spurs, he clicked when he walked on stone or wood or cement. Hell the boots only came off then new clothes were needed.

And that no body is in the house. It’s a good place to dress and see in the mirror how good he would look. He did I did and I love it.  The sleeves were rolled nicely half way up the fore arm. Satisfied. He can smell a scent luring him to find for it. Finding a plastic bottle he opened this spilling some to his hands.  Kind of a rugged smell engulfed his nostrils causing this wetness to be dumped on his head.  Awe this  is tasteful to the nose and liking what he saw in the looking-glass.  Yes I Am going out for fun to dance to sing to drink what they drink, to fall down getting back up to laugh doing some more until the end. Learning to fit in. Oak la doid.

Through the woods on the walk into the city town limit is a beautiful sight to behold.  The wonders of the smallest things are incredible to the eye seeing they exist. The trees the shadows being forced to creep its way along with you or there waiting for you., but always barren of human life. Every step of the way the scenery  continues to shows no evidence of mankind. Just a pureness of goodness storming a magnificent peace where the smallest of noises tear ripples through your core.  now there is a volt for you. ZAP!  To bad though, never a noise to be heard just the sound of your own feet crunching snapping dry twigs, holy old breath even. Crazy how no sound will affect minds.  I recognize that clothes line over there, he snorts out a laugh and that echoed. Now standing still for a heavy weighed minute hoping nothing heard this silly little sound. let that escape didn’t I. Now biting down his thoughts calming nerves readying his journey into the city. Every other day travel into the city differs, well life is hard for some. So moving is a must.

A wise man would say,  take what you can, when you can take it before the choice leaves, you like that stop take it.

This walk is turning out to be longer than remembered. There should be a tiny brook over to my right up ahead. The sun strong enough to light the whole forest under its thicken wood. A blanket of greenery acting as roof tops still allowed the rays to heat the flesh, time will be used to replenish Foy scartoi boyces tie rateit. The pure river water is desired and well needed anyway, you can never have to much replenishing. what if you couldn’t get replenished for days? You would be tired, weak, sore, Blah.,  then what good are you?, none! Not even for yourself. I have no time for correcting mistakes only learning from them. hopefully happily without bother is best. Education is not always easy or easy to understand. Two many rules I’d say if its a pear why then is it a pair or pare why why  why how and who? Why does it half to be two to or too. I don’t know and this daily thing of learning can cause humans to drink and that they do., that and have sex making it easy got get. Humans call this love when it not taken. take ye not what ye shall not have given unto you. If I said it up side down, inside out or backwards I have said why its true to me.  Awe yes! The smell of fresh water joined by the trickling sound of the wet coolness, seconds later he lay flat on his face drinking in the supple nutrition.  Soon he rolled over to his back side smiling out a facial feature showing, I did it again face scrunch expression with the biggest smirk shining from his silent mouth remembering  the shoes. Humans are so silly especially ladies. Dress undress such a waste of time just to feed the body. The clothes always dry before the city and smell like pure nature. Zoid vest oak la doid.

He dressed and undressed six times keeping the green and white outfit. And by the time the bar is in sight he is dry and smelling so whole-some. Always take moments for yourself to compile strategies before entering the unknown. Never just barge in leaving your wits behind. just relax under the shade of this tree. Shake yourself off, fix your hair. They like this. Apparently both sex enjoy seeing a nice head of hair. Clean vibrant odor.  Then we walk across the field like we do this everyday gathering form, and confidence all the way to the building, with people watching you wondering who this may be, never seen him before look, giving whispers or chatter that I can hear. FRENCH! I took off my cap for seconds to scratch my head.

Wow people look at all the heads, people, heads, wow lots I did not care. I still want to sing. I wave my hand for attention. “Where do I get this drink.”  This causes a ruckus its a long running bar. But I do not know. “What the fuck someone says, did you just get off  your mother’s tit! The laughter directed at me caused my silliness to play. “Yes! This is it.” I called back. “The tit of a mother I came from.” They laughed he laughed. This is good learning the language. “What will it be. Beer whiskey wine.?” “Yes beer whiskey wine. I will take this.” Several  patriot’s found this amusing some sneered. The bar-keep wondered, “You running a tab?” ‘”Running a tab.” He searched the room listening, then, “No running Safe here.” The keep raised his one brow, “You start with a beer then.” “Start with a beer then. Where can I sing.” The bar maid points to the other side of the room. “Over there behind the wall. Pick your song jot your name have a seat wait. Big Jim will call you when your time is up.” “If my time is up how can I sing?” “You okay buddy.”  “I will be if Big Jim calls me before my time is up.” I rolled my eyes wondering why. Why call somebody if the time is up. “Your to late.” He found this be funny to his mind. His fun became interrupted as the human beside him ask. “Are you talking to yourself?” to learn he repeated this statement back to the man. “Are you talking to yourself?” The guy said in return, “I’m not even talking.” Looking into the eyes watching me I told him “I can hear you, but it’s no big deal I just want to sing. It must be a message for me to find a place to stand or sit, a table for me., maybe others like me will come.

He did not like the beer much, but adjusting to this warmed his blood. He watched people drink, dance, sing, play a game they called pool, fight, argue and touch one another, while he laughed and wondered, he bounced along with the music having fun. Then he heard the name Jean-Guy being called to sing.,  the big moment., what an honor. He smiled and clicked all the way to the man with the microphone. This is when the people, even him, could hear click click click click click  all across the dance floor.  “Hello! And who do we have here.” He is handed the MIC. “This is good. I am Jean-Guy rubber boot. I am here to help you, wait no. To sing and fall down.”  people laughed people booed, people yelled confidence. “I am here to live with you., no wait. Not with you for you.”  “Shut the fuck up and sing.”  “Piss or get off the pot!” someone else yelled.

He sang twinkle twinkle little star. Even the drunk men fell silent. The song drifted in and out in and out of ears listening to its luring lullaby.

Twinkle.   Twinkle.  Little star.   How they,  wonder,  who we are.

Up above. the earth, so high. Down to ground so no one dies.

Twinkle twinkle burning light we came to earth to help you fight.

Nobody moved or said a word for a few seconds then all noise commenced.  “Buy the bastard a drink and shut him up.” Then,  “I can’t take anymore let me sing.” Someone else yelled. “Fun all around.” Jean-guy called out. “Hip hip hooray.” {He saw this on a TV show the other day.} I still had the microphone then the man took it away from me saying.  “I’m not sure what just happened, but give the guy a hand.” Of course laughter and clapping mixed with cheers filled every corner of the establishment with fun.  “Yes just what I came for.”  When I went to my place, the table I picked to not bother someone, someone was there. A Girl. “Can I sit here”, she smiled. But I was taken over by the whites of her eyes. They were pure of the brightest white known to mankind. She touched my shoulder asking again. “Have your own pleasure.” She said. “Do you come here often?” “Of course I do not! I come from your mothers tit. Any man will tell you so.”  Of course I cheered this.  “Do you have a dollar.” This did not please her, but she gave me the coin. I went to place the dollar on the pool table.

It was not long before more people came to my table where we all laughed to each other making fun., they bought me drinks laughing every time one would say down the hatch drinking in one swallow all the liquid from the tiny glass.  Then it became true, I fell down but they stood me back. “More more drink more.” I needed water. Maybe it is time to leave this place of learning for this night, water is now important. But then I got out the door someone wanted me to try sucking on this funny fag they called it., it made my head spin but heightened everything around me.  It made these lunges choke out shit but “More they said more.” I could not do more without dying, wheezing, water I need water. They put the fag in my pocket, “you will need this later”, they said.  “No I need water.”

The bartender came to my rescue with the girl with the bright eyes. They put water down my throat, I coughed and choked,  “please stop., this is poison.” Some one called the national guard, so I thought, but it is just four men with badges and hats. They man-handled this body patting it down yelling “Who is your dealer.” “I did not play tonight,” is my answer, this bothered him, shaking me then placing cold steel bracelets on me, two of us anyway. I did not know the lady in the pink suit beside me.  She quickly said, “Hey do you know you have enough on you to get stripped body searched? And when they take their caps it’s time for you to go!”  I shook my sore head.  “They make you take your clothes off.”  “What? These are my clothes.”  “They don’t keep them, they just make you undress while they watch you then touch you places down there looking for shit. Most of the time they make you do the touching.”  This can not be. Why do they want to take the clothes? The line is there for every one to see. And this flesh is itchy. I need go get to fresh river water. Quickly in his head, he went over some of the language he learned tonight hoping all the wrongs he may have caused would be happily fixed.

Finally the officer came to me.

“What is your name!”

“Are you talking to yourself.” I Impressed with myself. He annoyingly asked again.

“I am Jean-Guy rubber boot.”     He look at me then marked on some paper.

“Do you live around here.”  I know this one I thought.

“No not here., but there.” I pointed to the now darken woods. He marked in the book again.

“Oh really. What brought you here tonight?” I smiled. Able to converse.

“Are you running a tab?”

“We can play this my way or the hard way.  The red-faced Officer said.  “Are you hiding anything on your person tonight sir.”

“Just enough to get body searched.” I am proud talking English. Proud to be a fast learner.

Where do you come from!”

“This is easy, I come from your mother’s tit. Lets go!  Caps off!”

I got to sleep naked after they took my clothes and made me turn my head to cough. This is a lesson for me not to drink and smoke learning the English language to help others like me. They will come soon I100_3133 feel the waves in the air but can not hear them.