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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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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