You’d better get it better, or if
you are in a casino, get it bettor. If
you need to call the Frog Man for help, use the Frog Horn. When they hear it, he and his buddy, Newt
Grin Rich will come Flying at you. They
probably also will be Flea ing for you.
There was a frog in the back yard
under the evergreen bush. It told me,
“Yeah! The flies do not swarm here, but
I am not here to eat. I am here to
breath!”
And that’s when the neighbor’s
kid took out his tricycle and pedaled past the tree.
That frog then told me, “It’s a
good thing I wasn’t following my eating feelings or I could have been run over
by that plastic tire.”
Then the sun dried the dew off of
the lawn. A dandy lion flower bent and
dried in that daylight. It went from
yellow to white and the breeze blew its parts out, all over the yard, and into
various neighbors’ places.
That was when that robin lofted
down and pecked out a worm from some pile in front of me. There was a pebble next to that worm’s hole,
sparkling with some quartz streak. We
saw it because our sun poked moving across the ground, fighting with that cloud
adrift over head.
That frog then told me, “I plan
to eat that ant now and then burrow under those dried twigs.”
Life sure is gone. I am forced to know it because I am
alone. No one cares that my arm is
flattened by that falling branch. I
thought I saw someone I could tap but it was just a pile of dried mud. And you
sawed the branch of that tree.
The frog then yelled, “My pals
call me Bog Food. Where does Bog Food
go? What did Bog Food do? Bog Food, we’re glad we ate you!”
Oh God! I know it ain’t the end of the year. I know I have to work. You people don’t know that I hadn’t been
drunk in fifteen years. Hell! I haven’t even taken a sip of alcohol in
seven years. Just because I put up with
all this frog stuff and noticing flies.
I do my job and people around me
should do theirs. Yes, I will talk to
people. And No, I do not put people
down. Neither In Person nor In
Mentioning that Person to someone else.
I know I used to lose it. But you people around me used to lose it just
as much, at times. I got so ashamed of what people saw of me. Saw of me!
They Sawed At Me! And now I have
changed.
I am thinking now. I take a breath. And I think.
I appreciate people who do not obviously hunt other people. But I do not have any friends. I’d hunt for them but that hurts. Forty years ago, when I was in college, I
had my best friend. I am a Man and she
is a Woman. We were not physically
attracted to each other. I found out
during our long friendship that she is not attracted to humans. Because of what her commander did to her and
her crew.
She encouraged me and encountered
me and engineered me to ensemble her.
After I effected I ensembled her, and others. I sure do miss her.
Ten years later I had my second
best friend. She was like a mother to
me. A good mother. Her family acted and felt like a real family
to me. And those feelings were to
me. Definitely not like my real family
was to me. My second friendly family
wanted me to be me. They wanted me to be
safe. They wanted me to exist and be
able to grow.
Fifteen years later I met my
third best friend. We were not that
close but we accepted each other. Like a
frog and a toad. We almost lived
together. But one of us was an amphibian
and the other a reptile.
However, back in college, I had
my fourth best friend. We were
pioneers. We were nevers. We were nervous. We sure were envious. I miss her.
I did not want her to give up existence for me. I did not want ions and protons to be
personally embedded and yarn wise knitted in order to take care of me. We departed and now we are disputed.
In grade school I had my fifth
best friend. We were not very
close. But we matured, a bit,
together. Because of that fifth I began
to drink a fifth. Several fifths. I am not fifthy no more. But I sure want A Friend.
Then there was a time when,
instead of friends, I had some buddies. My
buddies, Tom, Dave and I. We like the Three Stooges. Dave liked to tell us what to do. We’d all think he’s Moe, including Dave. Tom played the Tuba. Because Tom made, and still makes, mistakes
along the way, we just followed him to instill his tries to get him to follow
orders. Dave called Tom, Larry. They both called me Curly.
My
Life Story is really The Legend of The Sequel
This is the story of No One. Was he being directed to bring two types of
animals and his family to a boat? Was
that to save life on Earth?
Anyone can see or reason out that
where ever Know How was, he could not have access to all the animals across
earth. And even if other people or
groups or leaders did evil things, would not there be some humans there that
should not perish forever, just because they existed. What about children? What about New Borns? What atomic bombs did they commit? Is it your fault that your Kind was
Medieval? What voice do you have?
Maybe “Earth” was just the
neighborhood, country, or kingdom that Gnomes lived in. Maybe Gnomes were discredited because they
rounded up animals for food (cows), for work (oxen), for entertainment (birds)
and possibly the “Two by Two” was inserted into the surviving texts way
later. Maybe No One ever rounded up
people.
Maybe we were not rounding up
animals, per se, but people we could put up with. People we wanted to rule or colonize (a
colony, any colony is usually ruled and the people there do not have much of a
say so. Maybe that was a colon instead.) And the saving grace of the flood was an Un
Known ship. Was it a slave ship? Just like, were the Puritans slaves, were the
Pilgrims slaves? A slave ship going off
to some supposedly uninhabited region where that Gnome One was going to start
his own Kingdom. England calls the
slaves they placed away from freedom in Australia criminals. Were they criminals or was that a way to
enslave them without peoples’ conscience demanding correction.
When the food waters subsided,
what plantlife, what vegetation for fluid would be left? That Ache Arched Ark would have to have to
start his own life before caveman type began dwellings. He would not know what to eat or how to
live. Rivers would be formed not only
afresh but also anew and they would wash that Gnome’s homesteading away
continually until those rivers structured and secured themselves.
Think, there was No flood
subsiding, instead there was No One At All landing on what he claimed was an
uncolonized continent. Do I want a King Tut
that would round me up like I am an animal and take me away to a never ending
future of slavery? Just because Heathen Gnome
was not an Inca Troll at his beginnings.
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