Guy was reading an E mail from a friend who at times lives in La La Land............
Guy had mentioned if perhaps his friend would like to see some home movies of a mutual friend they had once upon a time that has since perished?
Guy found his friends response curious.... his friend said NO. He did not want to see the movies as
"The Past is Gone"
Got Guy to thinking? Is it? The Past Gone that is? or is it merely put in shoe boxes up on shelves?
It stimulated Guy into thinking about Life in different Circumstances............
Alternate Parallels .............
Bad Deals, Good deals.............. decisions.......
What might have been what could have been and what was..........
Like a dialog......... the decisions we make...... the decisions we made....
Alter, Altered the course....... we turn into pre recorded Chatty Cathy Dolls by the effects of it, come now, no denying...........
I am pretty Happy about certain things.............
I have enjoyed my dialog of chatting with you and a lot of other weirdos................ for just one reason, should I need any reason?
Chatting that...........
The Past Is Gone, Is It NOW?
Monday, March 28, 2016
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Creatures of Hobbit.......
Guy was loading a big U-Haul truck in his dreams... by the old run down seaside cottage where he and his family used to dwell , the time had come to move on, how terrible.. everything was loosely packed and junk.
He rose from his slumber pawing at the ceiling thinking of the word E-S-T-A-B-L-I-S-H-M-E-N-T.
Rituals, familiarity ..... The Top 40 Song Hit list pounded into your head with a wooden mallet over the airways ......... you know, those sort of things that completely surround you.
All the Conestoga Wagons that form a circle around little old you and little old me ... smack dab in the center there we are surrounded by those prairie Schooners........ Safe from the Indians whooping and hollering who may have very well be the ones who have it right..... allow us to to introduce you to the seeming good....... praise our God... in Stealth we lean in towards your indoctrination............
Why, don't you remember?
Our introduction......... all those centuries ago......... all the gun fire............. those fire sticks.
Thought control.
Now the perception........... these days............. as always has been...
Crazy if your poor lacking tangible assets.............. with dirty black feet on the side of the road.
Eccentric if rich in Worldly goods.......... The power of obtained Gold you see makes a difference in the culture.
Importance is........... getting the last good hearty belly laugh, I suppose really.
As Creatures of Hobbit..............
He rose from his slumber pawing at the ceiling thinking of the word E-S-T-A-B-L-I-S-H-M-E-N-T.
Rituals, familiarity ..... The Top 40 Song Hit list pounded into your head with a wooden mallet over the airways ......... you know, those sort of things that completely surround you.
All the Conestoga Wagons that form a circle around little old you and little old me ... smack dab in the center there we are surrounded by those prairie Schooners........ Safe from the Indians whooping and hollering who may have very well be the ones who have it right..... allow us to to introduce you to the seeming good....... praise our God... in Stealth we lean in towards your indoctrination............
Why, don't you remember?
Our introduction......... all those centuries ago......... all the gun fire............. those fire sticks.
Thought control.
Now the perception........... these days............. as always has been...
Crazy if your poor lacking tangible assets.............. with dirty black feet on the side of the road.
Eccentric if rich in Worldly goods.......... The power of obtained Gold you see makes a difference in the culture.
Importance is........... getting the last good hearty belly laugh, I suppose really.
As Creatures of Hobbit..............
Friday, March 11, 2016
A Puff Of Smoke Up In The Sky.
Time had rolled back........ again........
He was out in Kansas or Maybe it was Texas.......
There had been some terrible Natural disaster.... or maybe it was a big town fire, something large,
Things were smoldering.... and the only survivors he came across were mean little people.
Ohhhh They could be vicious no matter how much taller he was....... He was trying to be tactful and make friends with them, They were very smart as well.
He bumped into Kenny........ Ken showed him a place where they used to throw bodies into a pit.. years earlier he was very sarcastic... about it , even using ethnic slurs about the horrid past situation that had taken place on that very ground.
Guy found a little baby in the rubble... it wore a little onesie.... the baby was crying and crying and crying and had some sort of congestion in her lungs........ he found out the baby's name was Judy oh he thought and his mothers was Julia.......
Absolutely incessant crying and coughing and wheezing... enough to drive you off the deep end, still he carried who ever's child it was around and cared for her , there there.
He was looking for his own mother you know... she was lost in the vicinity... maybe she was still alive... under the rubble , maybe he could find her? looking, looking, looking, all the while himself crying....
He kept calling and vocalizing in falsetto.... best he could... that was a piercing sound.. and one both he and she his mother would recognize from having called to one another in the past...... but no return pleas for help or any, over here, over here......... that he was in the hopes of hearing.
He looked and looked and looked.......
Every one was annoyed with the baby because she would not stop crying... and had that terrible chest cold that would not go away.. how could she help it , he thought.
And he too was crying and looking and looking for his own mother that unbeknownst to him was in his very own arms.. that were clinging to the little baby... in her tattered onesie with soot on it and she was bawling ............and coughing..........
He looked up into the sky and a cloud of smoke spoke to him that is when he came to the realization he had traveled through time and his mother that he was crying for that he thought lay lost beneath the rubble ,as an adult... was in the present reality the crying , coughing, annoying infant he had in his arms...
Towards the end of the dream he ran into his old acquaintance Kenny again the worry wart ... he had built a house for his wife before she ran away... as Guy recalled the sunny day she showed up.. all young and sexy and pretty, Kenny and her were playing smoochie face.... sitting on the curb , during lunch hour.
Years Later:
Kenny was bitter about her running away... and was telling Guy about how he built the house for her... with a special cupola just for her where she could suck his dick....
Of course he told him this in Spanish....... He thought to himself no wonder she ran off... he put his hand up to his forehead........
She must of tired of being willing.
He looked up at........ A Puff Of Smoke Up In The Sky.............
He was out in Kansas or Maybe it was Texas.......
There had been some terrible Natural disaster.... or maybe it was a big town fire, something large,
Things were smoldering.... and the only survivors he came across were mean little people.
Ohhhh They could be vicious no matter how much taller he was....... He was trying to be tactful and make friends with them, They were very smart as well.
He bumped into Kenny........ Ken showed him a place where they used to throw bodies into a pit.. years earlier he was very sarcastic... about it , even using ethnic slurs about the horrid past situation that had taken place on that very ground.
Guy found a little baby in the rubble... it wore a little onesie.... the baby was crying and crying and crying and had some sort of congestion in her lungs........ he found out the baby's name was Judy oh he thought and his mothers was Julia.......
Absolutely incessant crying and coughing and wheezing... enough to drive you off the deep end, still he carried who ever's child it was around and cared for her , there there.
He was looking for his own mother you know... she was lost in the vicinity... maybe she was still alive... under the rubble , maybe he could find her? looking, looking, looking, all the while himself crying....
He kept calling and vocalizing in falsetto.... best he could... that was a piercing sound.. and one both he and she his mother would recognize from having called to one another in the past...... but no return pleas for help or any, over here, over here......... that he was in the hopes of hearing.
He looked and looked and looked.......
Every one was annoyed with the baby because she would not stop crying... and had that terrible chest cold that would not go away.. how could she help it , he thought.
And he too was crying and looking and looking for his own mother that unbeknownst to him was in his very own arms.. that were clinging to the little baby... in her tattered onesie with soot on it and she was bawling ............and coughing..........
He looked up into the sky and a cloud of smoke spoke to him that is when he came to the realization he had traveled through time and his mother that he was crying for that he thought lay lost beneath the rubble ,as an adult... was in the present reality the crying , coughing, annoying infant he had in his arms...
Towards the end of the dream he ran into his old acquaintance Kenny again the worry wart ... he had built a house for his wife before she ran away... as Guy recalled the sunny day she showed up.. all young and sexy and pretty, Kenny and her were playing smoochie face.... sitting on the curb , during lunch hour.
Years Later:
Kenny was bitter about her running away... and was telling Guy about how he built the house for her... with a special cupola just for her where she could suck his dick....
Of course he told him this in Spanish....... He thought to himself no wonder she ran off... he put his hand up to his forehead........
She must of tired of being willing.
He looked up at........ A Puff Of Smoke Up In The Sky.............
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