CROISSANT CRUSADE BANANA PANCAKE

Croissant anybody?

Tea and croissant.   What kind of trip is this do you say?  Why a French trip today.  Croissant croissant. We have good butter. Butter on a crusade you say?  But of course, only the best all the way from somewhere else not French.  Optishion, FRANCE. I tell you not even PARIS or ROME.

The butter for the crusade to put on top the croissant comes from the peak of the ALPS of SWISS mountains. Little people with the nanny-goats.  They sit there with the tiny chair doing this all day., [pretend you are milking a cow]. We tell you happily we do this import to please your palate

”Excuse me. Can I ask how this butter is made?”

But of course not, your croissant is getting cold the butter will not stick, the crusade will be a disappointment,  Moi Professor will put the cold pea soup down my rubber-boot to answer your question. Please take the word of a French-crusade man to allow the story to go on take your butter for your croissant.  But if you prefer mister, there can be a little tete-a-tete after the ride.

Tea. We can offer you the best tea from the ALPS of PERU. But of course Peru we offer this magnificent tea to you for the croissant on this crusade. The tea for your croissant will wet your appitite for more butter that is exported by donkeys down many treacherous mountain paths-ways to reach you this day for your crussade.

“Do Peruines even drink coffee?”

I tell you one more time mistuer. You must leave this vouyge at once!

“But I just”…Now I tell you again. You will lose your croissant! Take her butter! Now I tell you this crusade is ca-put.

Banana pancakes anyone.  But of course.

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TRIPLE PERSONALITY VERSES BLOGGING

I need an easier faster way to get to my window. clearing the way will take over an hour of my time.  I don’t have that time. I NEED TO BLOG.

I need to crawl to reach the window or find another way out.

By the way, it’s me, THETALER.  And until I fix this I can not leave this place.  The obvious problem is I failed at tinkering in school! I should have paid more attention to the tedious stuff and I wouldn’t be stuck here now.

So why waste time.  May as well catch you up on things you don’t know about. Like the last few days STUCK with these two, a sex-pot and a  psycho.  “I need out of here! I have to get away from all the over zealous crap coming from them! They are driving me nuts! I can’t think! I can’t eat. I can’t sit in one place for more than a few minutes, seconds even.

I have some water in the sink I need to get to . . .But no, these two need to be in this room Trying at who knows what. Everybody is insane with trying to out wit each other. all they came in for was, so they said was to tell me a poem.

  • Mary had a little lamb and could not find it.
  • So they gave her shit

After I didn’t care about the poem., they went on to more of it or its likeness.

  • Mary fairy Larry Harry
  • Ate the lamb for supper.

I smiled and rubbed my chin doing my best not to give a chuckle because I am trying to get some lines down in this little room.

  • One two sky blue
  • You’re stupid
  • So are you
But while they poke at each other, they are moving things about. Oh look at this , look at that Hey I thought this was going to get put over there. And look at the board you brought in to paint, it is in the way of this., and so on!
“It’s getting way to hot and dusty in here!   I yelled. “The window needs to be opened.”
Then. “Oh bother!  Never mind . . .I’m staying right here, they barricaded the door. I have no time to rewire my only light. They are so very busy, like a roulette-wheel. They steadily the cause, chaotic interruptions, for one an other, while moving this, taking that, put this here and so forth and so on.

ALL OF IT IS ONE HELL OF A WASTE OF TIME.

But apart from all that, very creative plans are sought-up only to drift away.

Watching them is like staying in a continued circle stopping in intervals of three all around the room.  Some people would say,”things will get done in a round about way.”

Anyway the window is opened, the mess is bigger than their surprise. They are each puzzled at each-other’s tedious pile of clutter that must be cleared and put away. IMG_1457

You made all that mess just to open a window

I just wanted to put the dress on the mannequin

Shit don’t clean-up it’s self you know

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“I need to get this fixed and get out of here.”

 

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#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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IT’S ALL HERE

This is getting ridicules  as if no body cares. There has to be someone, anyone out there who will want to take a look and see.   Writing and writing riding the mind of useless clutter. Who killed this, who killed that. What will happen next!  It’s all there!

To capture interest or somebody’s wonders is not an easy thing to do. What is to be done? Ask questions? Of who?  Who will have the answers? “Don’t kill the little hopping bunny.” “Don’t whip that man to death!” “Mommy, how could you!”  How could I what!

There must be someone anyone out there who wants to see or read this stuff. It’s in my head blowing my mind! Paper. Pencil. Paper, paper, where is the paper? “Ow my brain hurts, there is too much rambling rumbling razor-sharp creatures chewing to get out!

What’s that Blood? Why is that hammer on the table? I don’t like the way he is looking at me.  “Mother!” There should be five not busy people out there looking for juicy lies! Phantoms beyond illusions waiting to scar your mind. It’s impossible, no it’s not! WATCH!

Yes. Yes I do. I believe I am the one you are looking for.  The one who will fill in that void awed in your mind. The start-up key you can not find. The let’s go crew, get her done. “What does she have!” “What do I have?” “Why her!” “Why not?”  I have it too.

Chicken soup.>>>>Wrap his arm around that pole.

Blueberry dumplings.>>>>It ate her reproduction organs.

Eggs and toast.>>>>You can not stop us.

Cheese and Wine.>>>>He lapped at the blood with its 6 foot tongue.

To go on for ever more, killing this, slapping that, knocking harder where it is not wanted. To scribble in a hunch a bunch of madness tapping out hey, what about me. “I will never let you sleep.” “I will invade your days too.” “I will!”

Holy boy I want out, but you want out too. So scratch your brain. Shake your head. Go over it a thousand more times. Someone somewhere is out there looking to get in, to see your stuff. My stuff too.