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A Myste-eree

People like a good mystery…”Hon, did you see my car key?”

“No.”

Little does anyone know but the car key was devoured by garden gnomes under payment from the partner of the key owner.

A little mystery.

So now a real mystery. In a place called something White or another, a couple purchased a lot of land in a development, something about twins.

Anyway, the couple were unique in as of they are weird. He an education but still an insecure moron. She a medical practitioner of sorts and loves wonky and chickens.

Anyway. The mystery.

‘No trespassing” signs abound. (insecure, remember?) They took massive interest in perteckting their terrtory. Yee Haw!

Bigfoot appeared. More orange paint appeared. Bigfoot; attached to a sign and flipping the world a bird. YeeYippeeWhee!

Who dun it?

Who placed the sign?

The odd couple giving the public the ultimate finger?

A stranger with intentions of giving the land owners a massive stroke in anxiety?

Why?

Who?

Oh, or maybe it was me?

Your mission: Solve this mystery and you get absolutely nothing but a sore elbow.

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So…

Does the A.I. algorhthym \\\ (the magical juice running WordPress) Do it,they,them,those,and then others. Is an honest answer needed? An answer boarding on gibberish and the insane? Maybe an answer to make the writer seem ‘hype’ or cool, or deeeep, or full of shit?

Lets try some answers and let the read decide what is what.

“I love to find that elusive booger sticking way up the nasal cavity. You know the one. Clinging. Almost in reach…until…Yay! Success! (munch munch munch)”

“To work in a soup kitchen in the many cities dotted with mentally ill, weird street people. Makes life so fulfilling.”

“Fart a silent but deadly in a WalMart aisle filled with people and watch their reactions while the eyes water.”

“To fall asleep and travel.”

“Cheese. Lots of cheese. And ice cream. Yeah, ice cream with cheese… And potato chips. Cheese, ice cream chips, and…”

Oh so my simple things to do. What is real? What is not? Fuck it, all Life brings joy, it’s the fucktards that ruin it.

(alrighty miss know-it-all. your friends are a bit strange. understand and pleased to acknowledge what’s burning inside)

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Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
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Final Lesson

Yes indeed. Another lesson was definitely needed and today it finally sunk in.

Years ago I should have learned. It was obvious. Locked doors. Fear in the eyes while in the store. “Is the child safe?” Yes. Should have learned and yet clung to the belief that even fools can dream.

This world you call, home, is a living nightmare to me. Death at every glance glimmer gleam. Death in the sky, death in the ground, death, death, death, and hate.

While I am very long winded it is what soothes and comforts me. To blather and blah and pretend things can change.

Anyway, enough about me, to you may you forever enjoy the joys of your lovers and friends. May your brothers and sisters never lead you astray. Enjoy what life you have in your world. And if I may be so bold, sell so much property your commissions make you richer than a King (or a Queen)

Yes. Years ago to have learned and yet today I did.

So, worry not. No need to lock doors or gate. No need to shield what you hold dear. Fear nothing as i am nothing more than a dust devil or a shadow buried so deep in the forest nothing can ever see me.

Fly high

Fly far

Fly free.

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The day of taking the first breath and getting my ass spanked by a human so I could ‘breathe’ Wow. What a fucked up place.

Knew right there and then that there was a mix up and even though was assured that it would all be good and wonderful, knew it was time to decouple/part ways/rebel, especially seeing that on this planet everything is plugged into death/hate/evil.

To solve the problem there has been some options. 1. Try and make the world a better place which was a total disaster 2. Learn to become numb and jaded while trying to make the world a better place which was more than a total disaster. 3. Try to persuade the powers-that-be to intervene and make the world a better place (so the world responded and killed those trying to make the world a better place, thus a continuation of failure 4. Try love to make the world a better place which was far beyond any definition of failure.

There were a lot of other options. Some peaceful, some strange and exotic, and through it all, failure.

So, now there is only one course of action left. First, embrace failure as a very important lesson and stick with what works. Leave this planet to its own devices and failure and return back to where i belong, far, far, far away from any concept of this shit.

(did consider eating the sun and leave this planet to freeze but then I would be as cruel as humans. so, enjoy the illusions of peace/harmony/and warmth)

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How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
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And then there were bunnies.

Pygmy rabbits. Supposeably they are scarce, rare, and protected by the powers of the government called, U.S.A.

Land piranha.

Lettuce muncher.

Wrecking balls of fur.

Planted a garden to grow tasty plants and instead the bunnies munch and the air is filled with laughter.

Where is the owls when you need them? A hawk? A bird of prey?

Thinking though, not too bad, afterall, a rabbit needs to eat.

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apologies.

not well versed in personal situations.

as for hearing, smelling, touching, tasting…

as close to something cool.

anyway,not my intentions to hurt.

at least today was a beautiful day.

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Easy…

When they truly get to know me and don’t tear off all of their clothes and run away in fear only to be consumed by their own insecurities and fear.

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What quality do you value most in a friend?
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“What jobs have you had?”

Mmmmm… Lets see.

First though. Before answering the question a thought…

Do I answer as sober and sane, or drunk and high and fucking insane?

If you’re reading this and have read anything before of mine putting paper to ink…

My jobs have been 1. To destroy planets. 2. Read the vibration of see 3. Stall the detonation of an exploding atomic bomb. 4. Baby sitting. 5. Bucking bales 6. Sailing the seas and playing in the surf. 7. Saluting the flag at U.S. embassies (and so much more)

OR

I had a paper route where I had to ride that goddamn shwinn green piece of crap. Then I advanced to bagging groceries. Joined a knitting club and made long ass scarves for orphans in Siberia. Then I hired out as a ‘sherpa’ hauling clients shit to the top of Mt. Everest Hotel and Casino. And… And…

So, which is written in sincerity and which was under the influence? Go ahead. You’re the reader. If you can’t decide which is which than might I suggest you choose C?

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What jobs have you had?
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Oy Vay (or, goody)

Written by: A wink and nod 😉

So, where to begin. What a dream? Or, then again was it the clipboard held to a chest while her son played?

Or was it the cereal dropped in the cabin overlooking seven devils?

Maybe.

Soon.

Or, is that all a part of the dream?

Shoes! Ah yeah. Shoes of such strange beauty.

and a touch. Two to be exact. (remember the spinner?)

No.

Yes.

it is more than a dream

more than memories

more than wrong

more than right.

it matters not though, not in the least.

What is inside is real and forever more be secure from loss, time,

as it is

me.

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Practice?

As to perfect, enhance, improve?

Practicing playing piano can end up with the ‘student’ becoming a fucking genius where women throw their underwear and swoon at hearing the virtuoso (I guess men can throw their underwear and swoon also, but that picture is a bit disturbing for me)

Or, practicing the piano can end up as a complete waste of piano lesson money and the student deciding to become a drug dealer instead.

The word, ‘practice’ is a well used description of ‘something’ trying to become more proficient (or horrible in many cases) in something they are currently rusty or proficient but try to become better at..

Religion…

Ah yes. God. god. gods. Deity. deities. Power. powers. Pagan. Christian. Jew. Muslim. Spiritual…

If one has to practice religion then they are complete fucking morons and should take piano lessons instead and practice. At least maybe they will get good enough to have some swooning/underwear throwing patrons.

There is no such thing in the logical world of what it is where you can practice a religion.

“Hey. I’m a practicing Catholic!”

No, you are not. You believe in being a Catholic. You believe in Catholic doctrine. You believe in the Trinity. This does not take practice unless you are an idiot. No underwear for you.

I could could write a lot about this subject but then the underwear thrown at me would be of the nasty kind.

To condense this point though, while no one can ‘practice’ religion, there are many religions that can practice on you…

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Do you practice religion?
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