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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. |
| I recently spoke with my big brother . He said that he was sent to Vietnam to fight communist expansionism." "And to protect the largest supplier of rubber. So you fought for rubbers too?" I quipted. My big brother thinks I'm lying about my family memories . Honestly, would I be this screwed up if I was? But, I believe memories are what makes us .. Oy. The bizzar events now are comical .. I don't think I told this one before. But, my sister's were obsessed with their breasts. I could hear them fighting in their bedroom. I was down stairs and ran the two flights up to their door. They were wrestling topless in their panties. The first place my eyes went to their breast. My next view was their hair pulling. There was also a musky sent, like a skunk. My first impression was that my sister's breasts were like mine. I have a hollow in my chest that makes my pecks more like breasts. I like breasts, but I focus more on the hooch. It reminds me of a clam's lips.. Yummy. I tried to be discrete when I glance at a lady's clam. But, I have big eyes. Both my sister's spotted my gaze and ran at me. I escaped with a door slam on my butt. Cathleen told me later that the fight had started when they were comparing their breasts. My oldest sister Maura had one breast smaller than the other, while Cathleen still had not developed any cleavage. Cathy asked me to feel her breasts and judge them.. I told her mine were bigger. She slapped me and I ran crying to mom. I was in 2 grade. Mom told me never to insult a woman. Both her breasts were removed and I was bottle fed. Maybe, that's why I'm not a breast man? Memories are important and I am honestly recalling them. Maybe, this is helpfull. 777 |
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