Where do we even begin with this?
Bottled up story's and cant throw them away.
Not yet.
I hope to one day.
Story's from the long forgotten farm.
Something not nice hidden.
Next thing you know we are on the Train...... in New York.
Oh it was years ago... Micky Mantle played there you know as we passed this place off in distance way up the valley called Wrigley's field.
and the man that wore the yellow steel hat stood right there once I was told as we passed... remember him?
There was no game that day they were doing field maintenance .. and oil was dripping out of the bottom of a can... for some reason...
OMG I met a man who had 3 eyes... fuck me it was freaky but I remained polite... his breath was like a fan blowing on low... it was getting to be to much.. it was scary and looking down his throat too he had a dog with no face... he had tried to fix it because it was ugly... and he was left with a mechanical sort of dog.. the dog with no face it was a stout animal... He could and did hide his 3rd eye with make up... in the end when he made a public appearance... obviously he knew it freaked people out.. why else would he hide it?
I did not like the dog but it insisted on befriending me... and next knew the animal was like a giant metal tick crawling up me...
Next thing I knew I got thrown out of the entire place.... out of locked doors and out into the back of the place... I did not want to be there... and with that mechanical dog crawling up me to boot... I pulled and yanked on the door to get back in...to no avail really ..............
I did manage to tear the veneer and then the dog came to the rescue with a thin cutting device and got us in the rest of the way... to the big mansion... in area up stairs that belonged to the mistress... and the real old man was up there somewhere hiding .... he was mostly anti Social... so when the houseguests came up on a tour glasses with alcohol in hand he the interloper simply portrayed the old man... it was not hard... and the guests were all fooled because they did not care and really did not know him well at all any of them.... one gal even gave him two empty glasses... one was a goblet rimmed in salt and empty the other was some sort of a smaller snifter.... also empty.
What the fuck he thought to himself empty glasses... terrific!
Then there was the daughter and son of the woman He had shot load into... and the old man they barely knew... she had a long sort of a pretty face... age was catching up with her and the son was a thief... albeit a good one.. he had quite a collection of gold jewelry.... well at least he was good at it the old man reckoned he did not really condone it but did not give a shit either.
The old man was sitting on a terraced step inside upstairs amongst the indoor plants he rather liked it.
The whole thing being an imposter... was great... and who knows maybe it was actually him anyway?
The kid was fucking with the conductor on the train ... blowing incense ahead of the train somehow then watching the conductor getting a whiff and then looking over his shoulder all irritable as if to see whom to blame...
The kid kept a poker face... laughing his ass off inside.. the old man too... kept the secret It was some off patchouli oil... The old man enjoyed the smelling it too and of course watching the entire mockery bought him glee... what a fine fine boy he thought with his heart.
The kid pointed the high seats and said look way out there....and up to the left... see them? the old man squinted... ah yes... I see where you mean.
All who were at the party.... The daughter had sort of a wet rode hard put away wet look.. and with a bit of sadness...
They were all on the train and it was going into eternity........ no one seemed very aware.
The train was full of Entity's............
Maybe it was going to Mount Shasta of sorts....... to meet with the higher ups? Then I thought of the old man.
The family may have been bitter? and who was that man that once disappeared never to be found?
The touching of New York yesterday must of been the apparatus ....
After all the old mans father had delivered him as an infant to South Florida's Miami Beach and it was always viewed as a gift of sorts in the younger mans mind.
Irregardless (is not a word) some say....... if that made him lucky or a non professional.... who knows?
But..............
The chain had been unclasped ........
and perhaps the it is or becomes just the way we see things when we are locked out of attendance ?
Don't take much to Heart it may be devastating .
They asked him if there was anything he wanted to say?
He said I love you.
and they all cried.
