Thoughts on life and society can be pointless, but that's what books are for. I've never enjoyed reading. |
It's always been difficult for me to read. Sometimes, I imagine little demons pulling at my eye lids.
The Devil is in the details. I like people, who can act. They're fun to watch. I guess I wish I could be an
actor, but I just don't have that charm and I stutter. My life is meaningless. I just lope from one place to
another. I think that's my strength. Most people need a career and family. .. Family is a nice idea, but
I've never had a nice family. Is this becoming annoying? ...
Let's start with Vertago! He's cool and a stud. He also is popping up a lot in my movie watching. The mind
can make association: like is the guy on the radio talking to me? Or why am I seeing so many eye balls in
my movie watching? Jeeeze! I just saw CASE 39. A really scary movie with an eye ball scene that's very icky.
This guy has a hornet come up out of his eye's lid.. tear duck. Any who, it's scary. Well, when I was
Veratgo on Private Games.com my picture was of my left eye.
It was trippy. Just a note to the CASE 39 writers: Lilith is not evil. I'm talking about Adam's first wife, expelled
from Eden, because she "Would not be his beast of burden." Lilith is the first feminist in Bible Lore,
she is immortal. So you can't drown her. Nope, only God can stop her.
Okay, this Vertago guy is still effecting me. Strangers will look at me and cover their right eye, cars will shut
one headlight off. That's dangerous! I had an elderly woman pinch my butt an call me "Vertago." in the mall.
There was a Vertago concert. There is a Vertago song by U2. I started writing about Vertago in the 90's on an
Australian web site Private Games.com. That's when I was working at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart was awful.
I had an over night manager slap me in the face.
I just wish people would stop dropping pennies around me. I mentioned that Abraham Lincoln is looking to
the right, while all the other presidents are facing to the left, because he was assassinated. Now, I get penny's
dropped around me. I wish I had mentioned the dollar bill and the star of David over the eagel's head.
It has twelve stars in it for the twelve Apostles. Feel free to throw dollars at me.
Reflections: I wasn't completely honest about what I said about the penny. I was quoting the old Civil war
lore Lincoln was facing right because he freed the slaves and turned his back on the brotherhood. That's
what I wrote on Private Games.com. I'm not in favor of slavery.
February 23, 2014 at 6:56am
Popularity or Not ?
| For all the folks I've met , nothing important
in my life has been popular. Popularity is
commercial. It is an advertisement driven media
that encourages popularity. Of course , I had
my moments of group approval , but so what?
I think ... therefore who cares ?
And more importantly why do I want to sell my
conscious ? It is fun to mess with popular ideals
and that is my pathology .. for you profilers.
A lot of this mumbo jumbo monkey chest beating
is instinctive ... But , what teenage kid
would wear a kilt in Boston ? I did.
My dad thought the kilt was cool , but could see
a whole lot of ass kicking coming my way.
I hate popularity. The kilt thing was a St. Patrick
Saint Patrick converted Ireland to X-Mass
and he was British. This all happened in
the days of the ancient Roman Empire when
every man wore a tunic or kilt.
Mind you , my sisters liked to dress me up like a
hooker from the age of 5 to 9.. I resisted as
puberty kicked in to walk around the neighborhood
like a $20 hooker. I was aware of the danger ..
* WHAT IS POPULAR CAN GET YOU LYNCHED *
What if the government made a law that all men
had to wear kilts ? Would the pop culture encourage
it ? Or would rebellious antisocial teens dress in
white collar suites and ties ?
It's all about how you want to fit in..
I just don't care. I guess I'm a burn out.
January 4, 2014 at 4:57pm
So What ?
"How rude. How dare you?" So what?
How do you resolve an disagreement with an asshole?
At the age of 51, I still can't answer that ... except to say, "Shit happens."
I also believe that the easy access to assault weapons creates massacres ..
Now I feel a notion to wax philosophy (I am not a philosopher).
What are laws for?
When I was a lad a group of bandits was stealing bicycles and lawn furniture in my neighborhood.
The police were called, but they could not patrol our neighborhood due to cut backs in their budget.
So, a neighborhood watch was formed... like minute men; mostly soccer moms.
It was discovered that the bandits would strike when most of the neighbors were at work.
Mrs. Gardner took pictures of the thefts in progress, after calling the police.
The police arrived several hours later. However, the photos were used to locate the bandits
from police criminal records. Arrests were made!
None of the bandits served any prison time and Mrs. Gardner's windows were smashed with rocks.
The law served no purpose ... Neighbor's locked up their bicycles and chained the lawn furniture
and more guns were purchased... Yes, there was a shooting, but the bandit escaped unharmed and
the neighborhood watch was warned by the police not to shoot at bandits.
I am amused by TV murder mysteries. You know they'll solve the crime in 40 to 50 minutes.
Nobody wants to watch a cop show where no bad guys get caught. It's so predictable.
What are laws for? Why, law abiding citizens of course. Bandits get away with murder and lawn furniture.
That's their profession.
November 24, 2013 at 7:33pm
|Very few people want to have a hand up their
orifice. But, if you ponder the lifestyles we settle
for; we are all hand puppets. I have had some manager's
or friend's hand up my ass at one time or another.
What my sisters taught me was to wait for the tickle.
One find day I'll just turn around and say
"No fucking way!"
I was asked to clean up a shitty bathroom.
Not, my thing. But, I did it with kerocen and a
match. It was a concrete bathroom, no one cared
about a burnt floor.
A flash back to a smack in the nut sack, brought
images of two kids in my school getting suspended for
gay sex in the boy's room. It was illegal in the 70's.
I thought that was stupid, but my dad's Roman Catholic
terror tactics made me fearful to say so.
Gayness was weakness.
My best friend Micheal was DNA gay. He just wanted it.
At our puberty Micheal wanted to kiss me. I just did
not have a strong feeling either way. So, I went with
him. It was like hand puppets in my simple sexual
fantasy. Then, his sister Racheal kissed me and I fell
for her. She was very horny and 16. I knew all about
the female erotic zone from my older sisters.
I suppose this is abnormal. I can't be objective.
I've never seen any TV siccom like my childhood.
I liked to watch My Favorite Martian and Wonder Woman.
I wrote to Linda Carter that I had a costume like her.
I got an autographed photo back.
The negative side to all of this weirdness is a
disconnected life. But, I do like hand puppets.
Test Pilot ~ Cloe
Concept: Cloe is a cross dressing boy.
Her parents are sensitive and try to acomidate Cloe.
Her friends are also cross dressers and gay.
Target Market: Liberal families.
November 5, 2013 at 6:29pm
The Pope is reading me... Oh, God.
I sent a letter to the Bishop of Maine and his secretary replied
that the Pope would be reading my letter.
I think I'm going to be banished from the Vatican.. The letter was a question about
faith and the Apostolic line. There were a lot of wicked Popes and now we have two.
I wrote about Saint Placid and how his father bought his way into the Vatican.
Saint Placid was sent to a monastery when he was 9. What choice did he have?
His father wanted him there for political reasons. This is not Christian. Right?
Recently, I spent $10 on a palm reading. The fortune teller is right next to a Subway Sub shop.
She was very entertaining. I didn't believe her. And isn't that why churches are so desperate for
parishioners? Who wants to waist an hour in worship when the football game is on?
I've always been skeptical. I asked Sister Emeritas if there were dinosaurs in Eden.
She said that monsters came after the fall from grace. According to the Bible Angels instructed
Adam and Eve on how to make clothes and farm and hide from dinosaurs?
It just seemed silly. I was forced to sit through the Latin Roman Catholic Mass as a boy .
It was very humid and hot in the summer and I had to wear a suit and tie to worship... Rabbi Jesus?
I think Jesus was about helping people not sweating to boring Masses.
A truly traditional Mass would be in Aramaic .. but, the Papacy was invented by a Roman Emperor; Constantine.
So, it's an Italian opera. Oy.
Does it bother anyone that religion is leading us to World War lll?
Imagine a middle east full of agnostics.
Qwerky fiction can come true.. "009 here mum. You need me to stop religious fanatics from blowing up everything?"
Alright, that's a Bond film that wont be made or has it?
"0010 here mum. The Republican Party has been taken over by Christian fanatics? Yes, mum I'll see what I can do."
What if the Pope was a terrorist? Jesus crow!
I think I'll watch Casino Royal...
Shaken not stirred.
October 31, 2013 at 11:44pm
Paterns or not?
The mind can make patterns of any event. I have the misfortune of waking up to
the SHARK radio station. It's a drab radio talk show music oldies brrrb.
Sometimes, I think this talking drone on the radio is talking to me. Crazy? Right?
I don't care about his humor or his money problems or his lousy marriage.
Jesus, please just play music.
This Fish guy is like every old fart grump and he plays the same old fart music.
"So , ah, stupid people... Why can't people think ?" Fish remarked
and I flushed. "I got some requests, but, um, I can't play wht's not on the program."
he mumbled... And I spit tooth paste.
I really, think this numskull is talking to me.
Stupid is as stupid does...
October 27, 2013 at 6:01pm
The Dating Scene
Imagine a world where there was no inhibition. My first lesson in life was falling..
I was just a little fellah and I ran too fast down the stairs. Yeah, I tripped and slammed
into the newel post. I still have a scar.
Now fast forward and picture a cute girl. Do you want to ask her out?
My first response is yes. However, I have not had much luck.
So I use my imagination. ~
"Excuse me. I couldn't take my eyes off you.
Could we date?" my alter-ego queries.
The Lady turns and smiles at me:
"God I hate small talk. Just fuck me."
I would be okay with that.
I think a great movie should include a naked women having sex. That's not porn.
Check out any Bond film or movie made in the 70's and 80's for drive in theaters.
My biggest fear is getting involved with a stripper and losing all my money.
Strippers want to be your friend, so they can milk every last dime you have.
Guys always pay for it and get ripped off.
Oh, I'm a little cynical.
September 18, 2013 at 6:00pm
Spiders on my Brain
| I honestly have no concept of what I am writing. It's just wrote.
I was trying to remember something, while in my lazy boy and
I thought, "Streamers."
If there are any psych majors have fun with that. I envisioned a life
of instant gratification and nodded off with and image of streamers.
Streamers of every color projected from the third eye of every person.
Well, whenever, I attend a birthday . . there are streamers hung about and
snapping party favors make streamers. Perhaps this is a symbol for birth?
Think of all the people you meet and remember they were once babies.
How are babies born? They turn in their mother's belly head first and kick
their way, head first, out along a stream. Hence, streamers.
I have a poster of Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. She's standing in a keyhole.
It reminds me of how I'd spied on my sister's undressing, when I was a boy.
They'd walk about in nylon tights and nothing else. Leg shaving was replaced with
waxing. They'd wax each other's butt and their was a lot of rubbing Baby Oil@.
With all of this waxing and rubbing, there was also caressing.
Of course I was discovered. But, that sent streamers out in my pants.
Odd? Not really, if you study child sexual development and puberty.
Are there any psych majors reading this? It's always surprising to discover how many people
read my rambling rants. .. . I've just have spiders on my brain.
I'd love to think some E.T. is reading this and deciding if they should visit me for tea.
Am I abby-normal?
Ethan was a genius in my childhood memories. He had no trouble with algebra .
He said to me, "Your not stupid. Your abnormal and maladjusted."
Ethan believed my learning problems came from a bad home and bad genetics.
I took that as a compliment ... because I was stupid. I tried to be Ethan's friend,
but he didn't want to waste his time with me.. I wasn't offended. I was too in awe of him.
I guess he's doing something important now and probably has no memory of me.
It was just grammar school... Who cares?
... Maybe, I'll check up on Syria? That's important.
Honestly, does anyone have a good reason to invade Syria? Yeah, streamers for a victory parade.
That's a bad reason. I have a POBOX in Kittery - 821... looking for positive feedback.
Any abby-normal babes?
I'd like to have a meaningful relationship with an E.T.
You can leave an email here.... Were all screwed.+
What is Intellegence?
|I pondered this question all of my life.
At first it seems obvious, ?I think, right?
But, what am I?
Life is life... (?)
Life came from the universe..stuff(?)
I am a thinking person!
The deffinition of intellegence is ~
1. Problem solving.
A virus is therefore, intellegent when it adapts to
Penicillan. But, does a virus have consciousness?
So, I was a temporary casual mailman
and this dog was lose in a frontyard..
But, I couldn't hold the mail, because I
was just a casual mailman.. So, I tried to
put the mail in mailbox at the chain link
fence and the dog bit me. So, I maced the
dog.. and he jumped the fence.
I locked myself in my car and drove to the
next block to finish my rout. The dog followed me!
I had to call the police. The owner made a complaint
against me after I made my complaint against his dog.
The owner said there was a sign clearly posted ~
"BEWARE OF THE DOG."
But. The mailbox was inside the chain link fence..
He had to move his mailbox outside the fence.
Reflections: Where is the intellegence in leaving a
Rotweiler unleashed and unattended in
The Rotweiler was intellengent enough
to follow me in my car and remain at the
car, waiting to finish me off.
It sounds silly, but sometimes animals are more intellegent
then their owners and the common cold has more skill in adapting
than many humans.
Is intellegence only human?
The Pocket Pussy
|Recently a buddy of mine needed a place to flop.
I let him sleep in my livingroom on an air matress.
He is a good friend and it was a quick $100.00
a week. I didn't think he'd have a pocket pussy.
The guy bought a pocket pussy the first day.
Now, I had to address apropiate use of this item.
1) Not while I'm in the house.
2) No stains on the carpet.
3) Do not flash the nieghbors.
In short just use your pocket pussy in the shower
and scrub down the shower .. Oy!
Reflections ~ You never know a person until they
whip out their Pocket Pussy@.
... Are people getting weirder?
I'm really not aware of a plot.
My old pick-up is an egg beater.
I have no career.
It's hard to rember the last time I had sex.
My life is pointless.
But, I'm always optimistic. Everyday is a party in my head.
I've been wondering about my surviving sister. She doesn't want to talk to me.
I've been airing the family dirt. Not, a politically correct thing.
My sisters loved to sceances. They burn candles in a circle with a big pentagram in the middle.
I thought it was scary. They'd chant and sway back and forth, while holding candles.
I think girls obsess over candles. Girls have always made me nervous. There just creepy.
But, I swear on a stack of Wonder Woman comics, I started seeing demons at night.
I was 9 and I woke my dad for help. Well, dad worked two jobs .. His main income was teaching, then
he'd work at the South Postal Annex until midnight and mom would drive out to pick him up.
He didn't like me waking him. He shouted at me to go to bed, then he added that the crucifix over my
bed would protect me from demons. So, I took it down and slept with it.
The demons looked like little drum toy solders. They were very tiny and had yellow eyes.
I'd hold out my crucifix and recite the OUR FATHER. That worked. Dad had told me that witches had been
hung on our property. The wind rustling the leaves was bone chilling. I could picture the witches' ghosts
moaning in the old creaking trees. Nice huh? Yep, that was my childhood. I guess I turned out okay?
My sisters loved to dress me up. I really envey these young slender girls in their tights.
There walking around in tight pants or just panty hose without a skirt. I wish I could flatten my belly like that.
Nope, I'm an old fatso. Drat. Their very sexy and I adore them and... I'm jealous. But, I'm straight..sort of.
Oh, I guess my mom was right. I have scramble eggs for brains..
I think I've lost my plot.. Maybe there isn't one?
Thanks for listening.
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