Monsters don’t have many friends, and for good reason. Yes, they have people they can interact with, conduct business with, even visit with, but monsters rarely go past the point of having really good friends.

Today I heard from a soul I really like, Bob Star. Bob is a man from Hawaii and drove a taxi for a living, he also was a Marine and he was a butcher. It was wonderful to work for him last Summer, a magical moment for me as literally millions of lady bugs were answering my dream…

There was the stream, the rocks, the clover. So today was made very nice as to hear of his new plans and recent drama made the day very well indeed.

Then there was the call from Mike, a friend for sure and a study in human nature. He told me of his lack of success hunting ducks in California and of how much it rained while he was there.

It seems like the two new knee’s last year were only a start of his bionic change as he told me he now needs a new hip.

Today was a good day. The weather excellent. The potential for the future, exciting.

I hope your day was good also, no matter what day it is you’re reading this.

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Days of Friends

We are of our own making; asleep soundly and dreaming

Awake we become a part of a whole world, a world where we all are making.

For some it comes natural. To act, react, and be with other people

For most it comes hard.

With training and perseverance, sometimes people become friends.

For a monster it is almost impossible; worlds apart, different thoughts and appeals…

For this monster today i say thanks, Bob Star.

That’s how many words I typed today for a new story, titled: Things.

Started around 0900 and finished six hours later. The whole time typing the weather outside the window was wonderful, cold true, but wonderful anyway.

It is fun to write.

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Writing

School is where the young mind learns of their world…

Math, English, Science, Gym.

Can you remember who the 22nd president was, or what is the 32nd state?

Can you remember what your teacher taught you about the chemical reaction when O2 is combined with flame?

Memory is such a fickle slide, slippery slope of mixed thoughts

though

typing?

Still remembering the old style type writer, the liquid white out, the typing tests.

Today it is good I remembered as typing comes so natural now and while I remember greatly, this skill called, typing. I cannot remember my typing teachers name.

trump-or-the-treadmill

There is a site where poems written about current weekly events are accepted or rejected. Of course this is one rejected but not on my site, what I write is accepted by me always.

If you’re a writer, never accept rejection just keep writing and enjoy it.

I submitted two to them, both rejected. Here is the second one.

just-a-bug

Now to go write another poem and submit it so it can be rejected next week and I can post it here.

Cold again this morning, thermometer reads below below

Sweating in bed only to have to rise and turn up the heat.

Many complain about cold, about mornings

but not me.

I love this weather, any weather, especially when wind is involved

No wind this morning, just a large moon, a clear sky, and the memory of sleep.

ZZ Top is a great band. I love their music and when that music is put to video…great! The following video is also great because it shows what men like to watch, beautiful women and cars and soap and, and, and, did I mention beautiful women?

Women: A blessing and a curse for men of this world. Strange creatures for sure. It makes me wonder how male humans could even consider forsaking women and instead crave the physical of men. But  then again, I’m a monster so I guess it is what it is.

A joke: God saw Adam was sad and  alone and told Adam, “I see you’re lonely. How would you like a companion that would be of great comfort to you, please you, be with you, love you? A companion that is kind, peaceful, intelligent, and never hurt or abuse you?”

Adam replied, “What would that cost God?”

“Your left foot.”

Adam thought for a minute and God saw the disappointment in Adams face so he said, “Okay, how about the same  companion only this time she will suffer monthly cramps, be a bit cranky, strange, weird, and crazy to be around but most of the time she will be the perfect companion?”

Adam asked God the same question, “How much will it cost me?”

“Your right hand.”

Adam sat in silence thinking about the two offers and there cost and with a smile  coming to his face asked God, “What kind of companion can I get for one rib?”

And today we see the result of that deal…Beautiful women, wonderful to be around sometimes, crazy, strange emotional creatures…but ya gotta love em.

It feels so good to be free to write again, so good indeed. Had a good laugh about a man I know who thinks he knows something, wonderful to see ignorance run your world.

Speaking of worlds, today I got a new tooth installed, or what is commonly known as, a cap.

Way cool how it all went down but first I learned much from the dental assistant pertaining to her husbands logging outfit, it was nice to see her speak the truth. The next assistant I learned about the man with the large abscess on the roof of the mouth that ruptured and caused her to gag, what with all the puss and all.

Next, I questioned the Doc about many things and learned many things.

After all the learning I watched and felt as they did their magic. Most was mundane and mechanical but the tooth making was very interesting indeed.

The dentist owns a machine costing in excess of $100,000. It is a milling/lathe machine that turns tiny block of material ranging in hardness from soft to extremely tough. The machine does it all with no human supervision.

My cap took 13 minutes (of course, it had too…) to make and I got to watch it be made by the machine.

Yes, the whole ordeal cost almost $1200 but it was well worth it, and of course, inspirational.

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Hands form symbols which form worlds which form.

Hands to give or take

to make and destroy

to caress or slap.

A mummy in Cairo reveals death by jaw infection and disease

Today, the people have wonderful machines to enhance life.

Machines to drive and fly, plow and grade, lift and swim

So many machines as they run your world.

Funny thing though, about these machines,

if they keep evolving faster than humans

the machines will rule the world, and will no longer need

people.

One of my favorite numbers, 13. One to represent, three to mean, together a perfect marriage. Also, another good morning to be!

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Hello monster, I see you slept well

Dreams full to the brim and so much to write

So much to look forward with foot placed on any coming trouble.

Worldly news: Obama’s dog bites a girl, stitches are needed

Trump still dances and twirls

EPA taken to task over coal miners lost jobs

CNN gets a taste of humiliation…

basically, humanity stands fast.

Hello world, it’s me, just a simple monster

a smile upon my face, two corgi’s by my side, and toast

Today is another 13, another day to be, and it won’t be my last.

It be that time of year when the younguns from the big ol black cows start a poppin out on the snow them little calf buggers. Lookin a lot like raisons on rice or flys on flour…

Tuday there be a who0oole lot of them little buggers a bouncin all round the place. Seen a whole bunch a runnin n jumping followering the hay tractor, thow they dont give a can a bean fer dry stuff as they only can drink the white stuff.

Mighty inspirating fer a poem.

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Pop N Go

Heavy fat cow with black fer color, settin aside by herself

Most the herd be standin round, eaten n such or  talkin cow stuff

N then she starts her labor n out pops a bunch of gooye stuff.

Little black fellar though sometimes it be a toss n the little black fellar is actully a heffer

Layin all still while the momma sets to licken up the goo, n the little black calf

Seems sorta cruel the nature, what with throwin sno n rane, little calf starts out slow n then…

At furst they a try to stand, only to fall back down n then up, n then down, n then…

Standing on all four with a splaid leg look all a wobble.

A lookin fer the tit, sometimes stickin ther nose in the momma’s ass.

But ya gotta hand it to that mother natur, them calfs, they end up sucking on that tit

Like little pigs they are, a suckin n suckin n then…

Pow, it don’t take long n they be off to the races

Given ther momma fits, what with a jumpin n runnin, some even wiggle thru the barb wire fence.

Yes sir, it be that time of year agin when the sno be fallen n rane n hail

A time when the wether be crazee, when calfs be born,

a time when all the momma cows get a bit thinner n a horse throat puttin up with the younguns shit.

There are people who have lived on this planet that are much the opposite of what I am. Jesus first comes to mind and then others such as St. Francis. For my moment in this world, Mother Teresa was most indeed one of the better forms of humanity.

If you have never heard about her it makes for a good study into what the potential is for a person. If you have heard of her and have disparaging comments about her it just means you’re upholding the real ignorance of your species – good job. Now if you have heard of her and know what she really was, isn’t it nice that a woman like her enriched this planet?

Compassion for others comes hard and easy. It is easy to feel compassion and hard to carry that feeling forward with actions. So many say, “I’d like to help,” only to have their minds drift quickly to another endeavor.

Mother Teresa was human, of this there is no doubt. She was not a monster yet being human she was ignorant and full of fault yet she still strove to emulate the perfect human that was not ignorant, not a monster, rather the perfection of what humanity can be: Jesus.

This monsters heart loves  Mother Teresa and is glad to have felt her presence. This monster also knows there are many others like her on this world, silently trying to be better for the betterment of humanity with actions, thoughts, and prayers going against the grain of ignorance. To help those in need without thought of recognition, reward, or anything other than to give  compassion and aid to their fellow man/woman. To people like them and to those like Jesus, St. Francis and Mother Teresa, it shows the evolution is going well and that there is hope for humanity, but this monster knows with absolute certainty – the success of hope for the entire world is far, far, into the worlds future, but there is time, lots and lots of time.

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Hope

To have found, known, and lost the feeling

To realize what is only to know what is,

is real.

So easy to say empty words full of real meaning

Well intentions

Proud thoughts

Ambitions left with a yawning pit…

So easy to find fault and see reason

A world filled with that which seems to never change –

Anger, rage, evil…

Can hope really exist?

The answer shown and given by many in the past, present and future

The true answer is,

yes.

David Bowie was an excellent artist. He even did well in some of the movies he appeared in. The troll king he portrayed was excellent.

The following song is one I enjoy.

As I sit here listening to it for the millionth time a poem comes to mind that will be written regarding a tooth that broke in this shells mouth today. Most interesting, about 1/5 of the tooth cracked off like an iceberg calving a large chunk of ice.

It did not hurt at first but now it throbs as the root nerve is exposed. Makes a person wonder what they did in the old days…oh wait, they pulled out the tooth, or tried. Sometimes some of the root remains in the gum to cause infection, pain, and death.

It will be interesting to see if the doc pulls the remains or caps the tooth. I think a chainsaw would do nicely, though that might mess up this ugly mug even more so than it is.

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Toothy Humor

Crack goes the enamel as the body falls into pieces

Once strong, the next broken and weak

If only and then played back in the mind,

again and again.

Chew lightly instead of loudly

Run the food through a metal detector or have a taste tester taste

Wonder if it was some kind of revenge.

It is of no matter as the body does not matter

as it decomposes

leaving only dry bones, a skull, and broken teeth to show a world

another shells remains.