Updating My Mined Mind

               If you are watching a reality show, and let’s face it, a TV show is usually somewhat of an apparition, then, admit it, what something appears to be is not real.  It is what it is perceived as.  Perceived, realize what that means.  Also, what you are watching, and more importantly, why you are watching it…if you are watching it to be entertained then there are a whole lot of lies out there waiting to entertain you.

               Today is more important than memories.  Today is more truthful than memories.  Is it a fact that you cannot change reality or is the fact that reality can not change you?

               I am looking out through Windows and see the Apple of my eye.   (Window, Apple, these are computer junk we all must put up with)   Just like when you see all those self parking cars, cars that stop when something is in front of them.  Well, what if there is traffic moving in back of you and that thing in front that you had been forced to stop, stopped for just an empty cardboard box that someone threw out?  More and more, non noticeable sounds keep programming the human mind.

               Remember boot camp?  Now we have reboot camp.  Hey!  Keep your hands off my touch screen!  I am married to my WI_FI.  Just put on some virtual reality google goggles.  Then, while you are being gobbled up, I’ll keep my head in the clouds.  Thanks to GPS I know where I am, but then so does some robber.  Hey, that robber is the government.

               Remember that big fight with Lenovo?  Apple and IG.  They kept trying to sell phones, ipads, ipods.   Sell, sell, sell.  I am one of the guys in that padded cell.  They tell me that I need some Maxi Pads.  So, to me, here comes the software band backups.  My money is being replaced by bit coins.  Boy they sure bit off more than I can chew.  That’s a bit fiddler.  My taxes still bite me.  So does that Texan.

               I thought I heard “Oh Suzanna.”  When I was listening it was really, “O Lenovo.  You sure spy on me.  I bought that crappy Apple and I’m stung with binary.”

               I am really dead.  Stuff all around me is Encrypted.  FTP.  SFTP.  Band Width.  Pixels.  It is all Pixie Late Ed.  That really has been a New Years Revolution.  And they keep telling me that they are making an App of Myself.

 

               GIF

               Babbelings

               Loonies

               On Lines

               Gabbing

 

               It’s all Garbage.  I should have taken some Bufferin.  Instead, there is all this Buffering!  Terra Formed.  Terra Bytes.  Terrified.  I’m in a carpool.  I’ve caught Carpool Tunnel Syndrome!

               I miss the Reaganomics VS the Ergonomics.  I thought there would be Agile Programming.  Fragile Programming!  People!  Realize it!  Your network is your net worth!

               I thought I was sold a client server.  What was stoled was a lying server.  And that was really sever.  Drag and Drop.  Drag and Drop.  Drag and Drop.  I see, and smell, Droppings all over the place.  They claim it is open source.  With their code I keep getting Open Sores.  And that wasn’t just a PMP.  He was truly a Pimp.

               The Virtual Reality in my life now has absolutely no virtues and no connections to reality.  They claim they give us antidotes, but to them, it is all anecdotes.  And I do mean idiots.  They sure are mean idiots.  They said, “Becoming a robot reduces climate change.”  Yep!  If I have no existence in a climate anymore that is a change.  I thought we were alive by our energy generation.  The reality is we don’t need phones, microwaves, and TV’s.  Right now, we are kneeded by all of that.  Etc on all the time.  If your microwave had a clock, it constantly used electricity.

               Think about Eider Ducks.  Then ask yourself about Eider Down.  It’s Eider here nor there.

               I feel like the Four Marx Bothers.  “I have an Addax.”  “What do you take for an Addax?”  “You should take a Zebra and a Camel.”  “How about a Chocolate Camel?”  “I would if I joined Osiris.”

               Did I just get a manicure?  I think I really need a manure cure.  At least, with my pedicure, I don’t need a pedophile cure. (Don’t make jokes of my personal files)

               Hey!  Has hypnotism proven to be false?  Or is it just that people cannot concentrate anymore. I remember Pat Collins, the Hip Hypnotist.  Now days people are so hypnotized by their cell phones and ipads that a real human being has no chance to hypnotize another real human being.  Even if they are in a concentration camp. ?   (don’t make jokes of concentration camps)

               By the way, those concentric circles are a circus of cons.

               Darth Vader Ginsburg is who the Republicans want to replace Ruth Bader Ginsburg. We’d all be reincarcerated instead of reincarnated.

              

 

               Maidenhair

 

               Comfort is hair

               Warmth are the roses

               Sugar’s to eat

               And so are Samosas

 

But for me that Samosas is Osmosis

 

               Look over there!  She is a hottie.  I hope she is also a loosie.  I love Loosie! 

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My World and See Me Come To It

               I was mentally worn out.  I had to get away.  So, I took a bus ride out West.  To clear my head.  To clean my eyes.  To fill my breath.  When I got there, I took a walk.  I looked forward, towards the horizon.  I eventually realized that these things, like the world I had just left, go up and down.  Up and down.  Up and down.  But this appearance was not currently familiar to me.

               I took that walk.  My feet connected me to the Earth and the Sky.  I hoped I would feel good.  Good enough about myself and all the others.  But after I got back.  I realized.  Those hills are all slime.  Full of puke that made mules sick.  And it kicked everyone, in the rear.  Everyone I saw, everyone I heard, everyone in that herd all around me.   Mules.  Mules.  Mules to my ears.  With all these Mules, I felt that it made me Donkey Ho Tee Hee-Hee.

               And I was lost.  But I did not care that I got lost.  I did not want to find my way back to myself.  That was when I met Ralph.  He was notably heading down the straight and narrow.  He was not freight.  And not shot with arrows. 

               Ralph saw me and my wander lost.  He asked me, “Where do you want to go?”

               I told him, “Somewhere.  Anywhere.  I need to have some direction to go.  Some direction in my life.  I want my life to specifically go somewhere.”

               Ralph said, “If you want to follow me, you can.  At least I am not planning on falling off the path.”

               I said to him, “So, if I follow you, I will stay on a path.  Won’t that make me pathetic?”

               Ralph answered, “There are worse ticks in this world, than pant ethics.  Some of you could start going ‘Tick Tock, Tick Tock’ and then, even if you Watch yourself, your Time will run out.  There’s another thing, you would really have to run away if those ‘Ticks’ that you make of yourself are the ‘Tickings’ of a bomb.”

               I tried to agree with Ralph, “I sure hope I get ‘Bombs Away.’”

               I started following Ralph, over hill and over dale.  At one point, we came to a cross in the road.  I did not want to act religious about it but I did not like the turn Ralph chose.  I said, “Why are we going that way? Who’s turn was it?  Look!  There’s smoke!”

               Ralph then said, “Smoke? Smoke! :

 

                                             Cigarettes, I’ve had a few

But then again, too few were Menthol

I smoked not one, but two

Yes, I inhaled for my redemption

But then, to put them out

I’d stamp my foot

And all that soot stayed

So now, oh don’t you know, it covers my way.”

              

               That caused me to ask Ralph, “I don’t smoke and I achoo.  So, what does that make this?  Are we Mortal Enemies?”

               Ralph returned with, “Now we are immoral and here we are way more than enemies.”

               Then I told him, “You keep quoting the Raving, more and more.  But what I really mean is ‘Bore and Bore.’  When you keep doing that you are boring.”

Ralph answered, “You’re the one who does it more on and more on.  Boy, you sure are a moron.”

And I said, “You are the one who belongs in a More Tis, You Wary.”

Ralph then replied, “When I saw you, Irish I had remembrance.  And also, a real Saw.”

That’s when I told him, “Well, I wish you had dismemberment.  And were deep in that Well.”

Ralph then looked at me and said, “You sure are Out Of This World.”

Then I found myself on a planet where the life forms are gases.

Hydrogens are the females and Oxygens are the males.  And those claim to be the intelligent gases.  There are more gases than them all around me, and not caused by me. 

Yes, it is the Hydrogens and Oxygens that are in charge.  At times they appear to work together and they want to produce their families.  Those families are produced using their electrical particles.  A couple Hydrogen girls and an Oxygen guy get together.  You hear a crash.  There’s a Lightening Bolt.  And look, there’s water all over the place. 

I’ve been wandering around and I see Green Leaves that mature the males from that water.  It pulls those kids up using the Roots of their Lives.  Finally, Oxygen comes out.  For those all-important, Oxygen men, I learned that they worked on it a long time and created tools called Plants.  They manufactured into these with Photosynthesis.  The built leaves would pull in the childish water using the schools of roots.   And the kids were taught to use the energy of the sun to convert themselves into chemical compounds. The product of that chemical reaction is graduating adult Oxygens into their world.

But, after a while, they also realized they also needed to get more matured women.  To do so, they developed a different system.  And that sys was Electrolysis.  They named it that way to point out they are doing it for the sisters. What they do is have an electric current mature those baby wetnesses.  That causes the water to grow into both Hydrogen and Oxygen. They worked out a way with solar or wind.  The resulting Hydrogen does claim to be considered renewable as well, and it provides numerous benefits. And, of course, since Men rule the world, the Oxygen men are chemically produced in both places.

The women of this world do not like their counter parts, Helium.  Those Helium Girls keep coming from decaying Radioactivity, decaying Uranium and Thorium. 

It’s not just the Helium, even with some guys who like those Heliums. The guys also unfortunately, accidentally built foes for themselves.  Yes, their Plants matured the Oxygens.  They Rooted for that.  But that Rooting also caused a bunch of the Boys enemies, that gang of Nitrogen.  They come up from the underground.  Their foes come from humus, and that makes them, both humorous and humerus. 

 

 

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Aleut or Alute or Allude?

What if thoughts are the people and sentences are their rocket ships to take them to explore different worlds?  You and me, we are planets!

               I remember reading in school, an old sentence.  That sentence might have really been a pilgrim landing in something like America.  Do you like poetry?  A poem is a religious compound.  So, a short story is a farming community.  That means a chapter is a state.  And a novel is a country.

               Words evolve.  Some become extinct, like Latin.  There are racial groups like Women’s Stories, Detective Novels, Sci-Fi.

               There are religious sects like Chemistry and Physics. And what about what we call our six Animal Groups.  Angers are what we think are mammals.  Anticipation are the birds in the air.  All that Joy is a bunch of reptiles.  Trust is that sludge of amphibians.  Fear is all over the place, we call them fish.  And Surprise, they are the invertebrates.

               Through our eyes, the warm-blooded animals generate heat through their deep organs.  Especially in the livers, brains, and hearts.  And there is that contraction of skeletal muscles.  Warm blooded, they are the Angers and Anticipations.  Can’t you see how they differ from the Joy and the Trust?

               When you look at them.  When you look at real life.  What do you see?  And I am asking what, not how.  Is their skin flexible, like we think, with melted plastic?  Is it that their bodies are made up of thin coiled tin and copper sheetings?  Over the eons, did certain crystals evolve a variety from their molecular attraction axials to form moving, walking bodies that wore out and attracted certain electrically constructive atoms?  All this electra-evolution, that is giving them their strengths, securities, and types of mobility.  I think their brains may be prismatic, with various Photons of Light dispersing in different ways to heat up differently colored areas of  what we call their bodies.

               Think about it.  The real they have things similar to those imaginary we.  Do they eat dust?  Do they farm by throwing rocks?  Rocks to crack them, rocks to scrape free the silt.  Hunger flies in the winds to fall in those whirlpools of dust.  Gatherers and farmers, are in our minds’ miners.  The strengths of magnetism are their parts of speech. 

               They have temperatures, we call those heat differences their races.  The Igneous, the Sedimentaries, those Metamorphics are their communities.  Those communities are getting man and animals to snow on the parades of them.  Them attempting and continuing their space explorations.  Throw ups and feces are their controls, their explorations through the stars.

               Those Fossils and Rusts are their spirituality.  Erosion is their democracy.  Magma is their communism.  Polishing is capitalism.  Electrostatic Shielding is their hope for their futures. 

               And What About Children?  Slates are their Gravitated children.  A change in Pressure leading to sooner Melting is their God’s Gift to man.  Continually, lessening Pressure leading to slower Solid-Liquid-Gas generations is the congregate when they teach themselves to avoid religion. 

               A Black Hole is their Noah’s Boat. 

               The Big Bang is their Christ on the Cross.

               A Continental Divide, Spouting Mountains and Spewing Lava, that is Adam and Eve kicked out of Eden.

               Ask yourselves, Three, Six, Nine, Twelve Legs – How are you able to walk?  Is it controlled?  Do you control it?  Where do you go?

               Three or more nostrils.  Each smelling a certain Chemical Ratio.  And that is the only thing that the one nostril is able to smell. 

               Three or more Magnetic Noticing Devices define their eyes.

               That makes the Three or more Radiation Noting Devices.  Those structures, their ears.  Each notes a specific range.  Their lives act in ways like our lives.  Some might not work if you are younger.  Some will not work if you are older.  If you are sick, some will not work at all, and it or they might act like they are working.  Some may come first over their others.

 

               Waves are different beings in another solar system.  Numbers are life forms attracted to Saturn Like planets nomading like stalagmites and stalactites.  And they tend to fight each other, like magnetic poles, rejecting, refusing, hating something that is the same as them yet meaninglessly looking different from them.

               And like we claim about people from another neighborhood, or people from another state, or people from another continent.  They are Alien People!

               Rock people:  There are fissures, plates, veins all through their bodies.  These are used for blood like flow that provide nutrients for different body parts.  They also provide ore refinement and manufacturing sequences to turn consumed materials into useable goods for various body parts.  What they eat falls in a crevasse towards the raw material sorters and eventually to the ore refineries (that use heat).  From there, things go to various, different based on what was eaten, chemical and centrifuges (in areas where pressure turns certain solid materials into liquid, the raw materials are swirled various eddies.  Their outputs fall in either other cracks, become parts of existing intrusive veins, or are splattered on various plates that follow various factory material flow plans.

               Specific organs are the intrusions, the sills, dykes, and batholiths that process varying degrees of raw material, manufacture new assemblies, crystals, evaporites to keep existing organs working and provide new skin for these beings. Some expel gaseous substances for communicative purposes (mating, warning, fighting, and community communications-different and many chemical makeups).  Some oil fissures so arms can move and legs can walk.  Some set up convection currents of magma that takes touches (eyesight, finger touches, hearing, temperature ratings) from the surface and feed these messages to the brain.  Some convection currents take expels from the brain to make other parts of the body react either to a current situation or do what a current thought process wants or perform needed, physical maintenance, involuntary motion activities. The brain is a convolution of pyrite, loadstone, silver, and copper.  Magnetism causes some physical and current motion.  Electrical exchanges do this too.  Many salts are emersed in different liquids and plate tectonics attach metallic veins to activate specific currents of exact magnitudes

               Quartz, Feldspars, Micas, and such are tumbled like a rock polisher to extract various sizes of silts and sandstones.  Very fine sedimentation provides bodily filtering.  Shales form sensitive skin coverings.  Metamorphized slates are usually for areas of the body that need some protection.  Sandstones encrust around the brain area for more protection.

               Two legs are formed for movement.  Two arms are formed to see and hear and sense (heat, smell, magnetism, ions) what is in the current and target areas.  Two arms are formed to eat various substances, consume water and liquids, intake air(need to describe how air is used).  Two legs are formed to expel used substances (liquids from one, solids from the other) from the body.  Reproductive organs make use of these too.

               And a lot of us don’t like to admit it, but there are many other types of people.

               Ice People:  Hard Ice is on the outside.  They move through melting and refreezing.  Their mammal like creatures create heat and cold inside their own bodies.  Their reptilians rely on the neighboring conditions for heat and cold which they temporarily store and use.  They take in air and water and solids.  They expel them too.

               Woven People:  They are made up of biological cells, many of which have flagella to move and emit streams that harden like spiders’ silks.  The silk is woven into organs and skin.  Various degrees of thickness, number of strands spun together, and numbers of layers make different areas of the body different.  Skin, stomach, eyes (reaction, melting to light), ears (detecting motion especially waves of sound).  With some, limbs can be willfully grown. With others, their specific body makeup is permanent.

               Temperature People:  Heat is kinetic energy. A three-pound rock on a ledge over your head is potential energy.  Heat does not get destroyed.  Movement does not get destroyed.  Energy does not get destroyed.  Movement may change to weight over height.  Heat is atoms moving at higher speeds, making their way, dispersing across the universe.  The feelings may vanish, as in be no more, but those atoms keep moving further away from each other.  So, your big, unintelligent hand thinks those atoms have been broken.  Thinks the heat has been shredded.  But if you really tore up an atom you cannot begin to imagine the energy released by that fission.  Think about fission.  Think about fissures.  Think about the materials torn apart, tearing California from the Coast.

               Think about the energy needed to pull those sand and mud and rock particles away from each other.  That chunk of feldspar torn from that ton of talc.  It don’t even come close to the energy rampant at the rending of those neutrons ripped from each other.  Those bonding protons don’t want to change.  And they let you know it. 

               That heat from that match you lit this morning.  It has shot past Neptune.  And those sub-atomic bonds will do a lot more than quiver a magnetic wave out there.  And way more than the slam behind the San Francisco quake.

               Sodium Chloride has a lot more potential than the weight of a five-pound bar held at arm’s length above your head.  Or that match from that cigarette you should not have smoked.

               So, all that you do, say, or think.  You are not just dust in the wind.  You are life.  You are a being.  You are reality.

 

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The Idiots Are Panting, Putin Is Painting, And Now We Are Ailing

 

               I was making a painting for the wall instead of me painting that wall, some wall, any wall.  A song that was in my heart is there instead of a song on the radio.  A song on the radicals.  A song in the rat holes.  Those Words I write.  Those Letters I put together.  I have Thoughts I coagulate.  Instead of claiming I am smart and not reading anything.  It is my right to write. 

               Now, my muscles need to steep in the deep.  I ask you, Water I do next?  Water can you do?   Water canoe?  That’s a can task for me.  Sitting on your chair is better than me knitting my hair.  I guess my name is Hair Old.

               I think and I see the scene which my paint colors are telling you.  My words are my unknown celestial friends worlds.  I am getting buried in the sand as you flew by plane to the past century’s congratulation hall.  You flew and you are flue.

               I would rather think back of some girl I met in school.  I was learning something I would not be employed at but taught me to view how I should react to parts of the world.  She was working and came to school to better her knowledge of what she was doing.  I loved her.  She loved me.  She wanted me to marry her.  I could not go through with it because I was still just in school and had not job nor any career yet.  I did not want to burden her with working to maintain me.  I wanted to finish school.  Start not just a job, which many different ones would be started over many years, until I finally began a career I could grow with and then marry her so I could feel better about being with her.

               That was then, but this is now.  And this is so disgusting  and his followers are so stupid that I can’t joke about it to get the point across.  They cannot, will not, are told not to see that they are being and will be hurt as much as the rest of us.  And they are the pests of us.  There are these innocent people who are trying to save themselves and their children have their lives at stake.  Women are bravely taking their children away from the horrendous homicide rates, increasing political corruption and persecution, and the dying economy of Honduras.  Donald Trump supported this dictator that stole a stronger control over his country.  That is not surprising, Donald Trump also supports the authoritarian dictators of China and Russia.  Donald Trump himself got elected, again, in this country partly by bragging about his raping of women.  The third of this country that are overtly racist looked up to him because of that.  Trump also is in debt to Russia’s Putin who helped Donald take over our country.  So, the Russian Mob and the brainless American Racist groups are telling the United States Congress to enable this mindless greedy jerk, Donald.  Donald, the Rapist, is saying that this caravan of women and children fleeing for their lives are rapists.  Okay, so the Koch brothers and Putin get richer.  Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan brag that they got rid of pollution protections, fair wages, and education.  Then they send the National Guard to fight Women and Children who are seeking refuge. We should be frightened for our lives.

               These people that claim Donald is someone they can really look up to.  What do they mean, that he had sex with a porno star and she wasn't even attracted to him?  How many of you can say that? 'Duhh, I had sex with someone who sells sex. Ain't I great!' He is a real man! And where are they coming up with this stuff about Donald threatening the Porn Star and her Child? Get real! Donald has Bone Spurs. He couldn't have threatened her. He hired a lawyer to physically threaten her. Donald's Bone Spurs will beat up Joe Biden and Kamala Harris and the rest of us, even those who are happy that he is in, too.

               Let me tell you, about these latest rants between twitterkim and twitterdumbdon, I do not care which of you thinks he has made the Biggest Buttocks of himself. Or is it which of you is claiming to be the Biggest Buffoon. Realize this, in a Nuclear War, just because your country is spending billions of your country men's money to protect you from those explosions, the accompanying radiation does not vanish. And when your own countrymen die while protecting you, you will have no one left to do the work they did to support you.

               Just realize, Donald Oh you stupid Trump, We wish you'd go away, Go hump yourself some other rumps, So you can think you're great, You pollute this world, You starve the poor, You rob the taxpayers blind, I wish they would impeach you, Cause you're such a big behind.

               He’s gonna cause more world hostility From right wing Washington DC Lies spreading out, we’re truth deprived Keep alt factin, we’ll see our world get fried D Trump scared honesty away His backers are the KKK. The winners are the very few The rest will just get heaped with hate and abuse World Wars Paid Whores Polluted Air Red Square Let’s cause some more strife Say goodbye to your life We’re broke beyond repair.

               Donald Trump If YOU make America Great Again YOU will make America terrible for American Citizens. You will make it great for the Russian Government. YOU will make it great for Foreign Owned Corporations. YOU will make it great for the KKK. YOU will make it great for the NRA. YOU will make it great for the Chinese Sweatshop Owners. YOU will make it terrible for the American Tax Payer. YOU will make it terrible for the American Worker. YOU will make it terrible for the American Family.

               All I can say is: Go Lie Go, Go Lie Go, Hey you Putins, what do you say, That Trump is gonna make your day, Go hate go, Go hate go, Hey you racists, what do you say That Trump is with the KKK. Go assault, Go assault, Hey molesters, what do you say, Trump just says that Rape’s ok.  Go broke go, Go broke go, Hey you workers, what do you say, That Trump is gonna lower your pay. Go life go, Go life go, Hey you people, what do you say, The hate just doesn’t go away. Go vote go, Go vote go, Just wake up, what did they say, That Trump don’t listen to a thing You Say.

                                                I feel sorry for you                                                                                                                                        I feel sorry for the US                                                                                                                                    I feel sorry for all of us all over the world                                                                                                    You might want to read some of THESE

You Wonder What Would Happen If You Were Me, I Don't Wander, What Wood Happen, You Are Wormy

 

               You said I am impossible.  I say I am an Apostle.  You call me freight.  I think I’m great.  You say I’m a ram bull.  I know I am grand, full.

               Frogs and toads love my son.  Birds and roaches eat what he throws out for them.

               Several people who went to and graduated from computer classes worked with the people using their business’ computers and tried to understand what they needed and talked to their bosses and connected the businesses and customers so those fellow workers who were not computer programmers wanted, needed, asked for, and could not realize.  The programs they wrote, tested, and maintained allowed things to run smoothly, although they, at times, required maintenance from and for what was in them or what changed in the business, the businesses, the environment and other environments.  What was added, taught, and maintained allowed workers to work okay.  Now it is called AI.  What is Artificial in the Intelligence that thinks we do not need full time, permanent employees who write, correct, and maintain these businesses.

               Coffee Grounds our Cotton Found.  Who states who owns the estates?

               Flies and worms are easy to find and keep happy our pets, some of our pets, not all of our pets.  Some of our pets, who have been owned by other people for over 15 years, who only fed them cooked food, will not even look at a caterpillar or tick that the same kind of animal who was picked up crossing the road because the kid that picked him up did not want the cars to run over him, that animal likes to eat the smaller creatures that that life saving kid caught for them.

 

 

My Life is sure Large:

 

This is not the Photon and the Dog: it is the Motions stuck in the Fog.

The wind starts getting swirly and then, after a week, it is stronger and stinks.  The temperatures rise, here and there.  After a month, late fall feels like summer.  That sun is shining longer and longer.  It is turning red and green.  It is swirling.  I can no longer see the moon.  And those voices around me echo more and more.  Even all the way through winter it keeps getting warmer and it definitely is not drier.  It started out foggy.  It became more and more humid.  I lost all track of time, but, I think, after a month, that this humidity is without fog.  I feel like I am swimming under water.  And I am swarming under matter.  Does it matter?  I echo myself, soundly, sightly, psychically, physically, physicsly.

 

               That’s when Fred said to me, ““You Shakespeares are all alike.  You’re the ones who try to get people to perform your own prejudices.   Like in Romeo to Benouldo.  When he talks about who he loves.  ‘And she’s the fairest I  love… Being black puts us in mind, they hide the fair…’  And when he compares her face with someone,  ‘That I shall show and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.’

               “You guys keep telling us to ‘Read o’er the volume on young Paris’ face and find delight writ there with Beauty’s Pen.’  You need to examine the marriage lineages.  ‘It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night.  A snowy dove trooping with crows as yon lady over her fellow shows.’

               “If that ain’t prejudiced I don’t know what is. Watch your words.  We are watching yours and your actions.”

               Fred got me thinking, “What about that town that was originally named Monkey Paws.   It was owned by the slave owners.   All around were those escaped, ex-called-apes, extra raped, and were forced to build and live there.  But those owners, the real owners,  they changed it to Witches Jaw, and since they were so smart that they didn’t know how to spell, they called it Wichita.  Their orders came from their town proudly called KKK. But when people were falsely claiming that there was no prejudice, they called their town KidsKeepKwiat, so those owners could claim that they still owned everything, everyone, and everywhere, as they drank out of their still.

KidsKeepKwiat is in Illinois.  Other than being Ill and creating a lot of noise when the nazis order them around, they say “Eye! Eee! Aye!”

And then that snowball guy attacked me the next morning.  Along with the metal ball bearing guy coming to my side.  I have to look up my friends’ names.  They helped me too.  With those throws hitting us, we started rolling up bigger balls of snow.  It looked like we were making snowmen.  We lined them up for a snow fort.  You kids watching us as we said we were building ourselves a snow fish bowl.  Some of us even laid down in what then looked like snow.  You and me, instead of moving like a snow angel we moved like we were swimming in a cow.  I laid there and I acted like Lance.  Or like I got Lanced.   You even told me that I will be Lanced A Lot.  Another bunch of nuts played in the snow.  Some guys that attacked us gave up and walked away. Yelling, “They are morons.”  We may have gotten wet but we didn’t get hurt.  And we became, now, more friendly with each other too.

               I told him that I have a pet worm. I said that he likes to sit on the couch in the living room.  He likes to look out the window.  He has no problem with the neighbor kids riding their bikes up my drive way, but he sure hates that mailman.  I ended up calling him Francis, that’s what I called the worm, not the mailman.  You should see him get all excited when I pick up my car keys.  He jumps all over the place.  He loves going for a ride.  He’ll stick his head out the window and slobber in the wind.  Again, that is Francis the worm, not the mailman.

               He seems to know when I am taking him to the vet’s though.  I’ll shake the keys; hold his leash, and yell, “Here Francis.  Here.”  He just cowers under the kitchen table.

               He does love a walk around the block.  He usually pulls me forward.  He marks his territory.  Lamp posts, flower pots, leaves.  And I stand patiently as he sniffs and pees.  I carry a plastic bag tied to my belt for when he does a number two.  Boy, some days my bag is over flowing.  I wonder where does he keep it all?

               Then there are the times when we run across another worm walker.  Sniff, sniff, sniff.   Nose to butt and nose to butt.  They would go all day.  Eventually I have to pull him away.  I’ve got a life too, you know.

               I’m lucky I have him.  Just the other evening, I was asleep.  I awoke to a crash.  Francis was howling in the living room.  Some guy broke through our window.  He was going to steal my TV set.  Francis had him cornered.  The police said I was lucky.  They’ve been after this guy for some time now.  The papers ran a picture of me holding Francis as the cops took the guy away in handcuffs.

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