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I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING
I want to tell you something, daddy punches me. This came out of the blue, out the mouth of a babe, the age of almost three.
THE FINAL MORPH [QUESTIONS]
The final morph. Is it what i said or is it how i said it.
We are thinking we want to ask a [QUESTION]. We say [QUESTIONS], because we hate asking questions, thought we do indeed ask a lot of questions . . .Go figure . . .Like i think my [QUESTIONS], are more important than any of you? Odd . . .No bother.
This question goes without saying . . .So there.
- How many of you collected the FINAL MORPH and have them in order.
Just a [QUESTION], we thought we would ask. But hear is one more.
- Can anyone make sense of it all?
Just wondering where any of you are, on, my creation for you, THE FINAL MORPH.
Frig another [QUESTION], we need to know . . .
- How strong is LOVE . . .Does Love have a strength as Large as the LORD OUR FATHER IN HEAVEN? . . .AMEN.
You will be sure to have that answer in the coming chapters, of MORPH-HOT WHITE, with CLEVELAND & SAROPHIA. Not to forget, the one lone bee.
The final morph questions come to us and we think and wonder away . . .{This is one how we exist here on Earth, amongst you humans.
- Should we stay
- Should we go
If we choose to morph we must kill. If we have no choise we must kill.
- Our mission in this universe is to help guide you through map and light.
- Glory before you . . .LIGHT.
- Should we die?
NO! . . .Why should we die for your ignorance, evading our MOTHER EARTH, MARS. You brought us here not on purpose, you did not know . . .Now we are hear! Forced to live or die without moments of thought only to fight to live. OR die.
It is too late now, there are thousands of Final Morph’s HOT WHITE above the outer city’s world-wide. You can not stop us, you have no weapon of choise to end our existence. You should stop exploring killing other life-form as you do not see it.
It has become clear to us that you fashion your own plagues upon your earth, kill off your own kind. We choise not to shine for you, only to relinquish you save for this planet. We choose to live.
Some of us in amongst you. I am one of them, i have learned to Love. This is not a thing we have on Mars. We do not feel, we just do. I have seen with my own eyes what rea true Love s and what it means. This witnessing of a feeling so deep, you don’t want out . . .Even if it is not your Love you don’t want to see it stop. I Love to Love here on you planet. The woman i entered into was that of beauty and strength. She Loved so strongly, this man, and her children. I Loved the way he looked at her even in anger, i wanted to stay right away and live.
To live on your earth is hard, but to Love, it worth any in durance. LOVE IS A LIGHT. I want to stay, why should i not . . .
I have learned to laugh, this is cheery, this shines. I have learned how you mate, is for fun, pleasure, sometimes Love and sometimes hate. We like how you mate. And like any animal we want more.
Now i sit hidden, pack in tight, behind a water tank in this dark dank basement But alive. My escape was near death . . .No game staying a head of the wind, luck to have found this place in the first place. At least it feels good to know i am close to pure fresh river water . . .And the look on the guys face was hilarious. I guess i did come across as scary, tail and all, and my nails . . .Well i can’t do anything with them when i’m in morph state. And i don’t think i hit he that hard, just needed to help him forget what he thinks he may of saw . . .Did i see what i think i saw. That may be a [QUESTION], he may ask himself . . .Did he see me or not.
Right now i needed clothing. My eyes are that of shine so seeing in the dark is no problem for me. But i see out the window something that looks like a close line and hanging pants and a man top. It will have to do, so i went out the little window and took the close. Now finding i had options . . .I choose to knock on the door and get in out of the wind. Well look what the wind blew in, can i come in, i have no place to go and i need out of the sun.
Right now, there was no way, that i would ever know, if the family i joined into, lived through night. And right now i have only one thing on my mind . . .This man on the other end of the door with his mouth a gap is stunning. And i am starving.
He was obviously an anti-QUESTION, person, he stood out-of-the-way and allowed me in, never taking his hand off his head.
I found this odd as he asked if i was okay. Yes for now i am okay . . .I should be good for days before i need to lie in the river’s water, cleansing and soaking this human form in order for me to exist.
Are you okay i asked. He removed his hand from his and we both looked at the blood. Yeah . . .Just a little bump, have you eaten, i was about to cook.
What happened . . .I don’t know, i must have banged my head. He guided me to the kitchen area, there he offered me a seat. Then said in a nonchalant way. Nice cloths. What could say, i didn’t want to take any risks in reminding him of the storm or me. So i said sorry, i lost mine. I sat and waited and wondered. He stood staring at the clock. Tic-toc.
QUESTIONS . . .What ever happened to Sam & Steve. And s Cleveland okay with all three bits. Is he bleeding from the ear and or mouth . . .Is little Sarophia able to wake Barb. Is barb dead.
A bee buzzed its way around the very room in the underground hut and Sarophia followed it.
Stop that Cleveland said, come on over here and help clean me up before i get blood all over the place. Hey i’m talking you, how about that pump over there. He motioned with his head, the rest of him was on fire. see that handle, think you can push it down a couple of times. may-be not your just a little girl and girls can do nothing but whine. Then he gave that goofy chuckle and waited.
WHERE SHOULD I BE BY SANYAVERO TO MR. > STAINES.
I am where i want to be, inside myself, with me.
Sometimes it gets crowded with interruptions.
A little of me a little of you, bs ds xs & Es.
I like being by my self, all alone in my head.
B A R P X, Always x’s, &, the wave-length.
I think i’ll go shovel dirt today, did i not put bags here.
Where should i be? Scraping dog-shit, with a little you in my head.
Laugh the memories, namely memories to many to be said.
A P R, M O Y, B A R , got to get a bag, where should i be, with you.
Now i have to go get a bag, to pick up shit, before i can move on.
Inside myself answering questions of b, a r e, & the x, once again, f r g. X and d, p and r, a b c, inside of me, where should i be, a little of you, a little of me, abc. B A R, P & X , inside of me where should i be.
B a r, p e x, b r p, inside of me, where should i be. Where should i be
I pick up dogshit, thoughts of you, inside my head. I turn the corner, turning back to b a r p, with the x, frg, a r b.
If there’s mistakes, a b c, a r p. For get the x, remember e, & b a p. Where should i be, where should i be, where should i be, where should i be, a little you, a little me, cleaning dog shit, x again, in my head, alone with you. In my head, a b c once again.
WHAT DID I SAY I SAW
Get your story straight before you speak . . .Because you have to remember what you said you saw. Think before you speak looking back in your mind, going over everything you think you saw . . .That way you do not have to say . . .What did i say i saw?
Because you are now telling people you think you saw a charging lizard like thing standing on its hind legs, running at you out of the wind . . .Were you drinking at the time one might ask. Or are you taking any medications, others may ask . . .But what the hell . . .Running two-legged lizards outside the city, why not . . .There happens to be a lot of odd things outside the city. Why not, Two-legged lizards with necks as long as two feet. We now have, fuzzy black bees with white spots.
AFTER THOUGHTS IN MY EYES BY SANYAVERO
You have no idea what goes though my head. You don’t hear the things i say unsaid. See my after thoughts in my eyes.
I saw your face today it kicked my heart, fiery memories, burning love erupts, my heart ticktocks my mind engulfs with hot passion eternal you. Your face was turned the other way. You smiled at her and walked away hand in hand and as you passed she turned and smiled at me.
You have no idea what goes though my head. You don’t hear the things i say unsaid. See my after thoughts in my eyes. Look. I have after thoughts in my eyes.
I saw your face today it was flashy happy, smile shiny teeth, not for me, just for her, she has your heart, she looks like me, that’s plain to see. I waited for you to see me but in passing, she had you hypnotised, rocking body, lanky legs a busty hottie. Waiting holding tight then you are gone.
You have no idea what goes though my head. You don’t hear the things i say unsaid. See my after thoughts in my eyes. Turn around and look at me look at you. See my after thoughts in my eyes.
I saw a face today in a crowd it looked like you. Lonely memories drift by. You turned your head, things unsaid, only after thoughts in our eyes of what once was. But my heart kicked jump-start, once again, fiery passions take hold as i turn away.
You have no idea what goes through my head. You don’t hear the things i say unsaid. Can you see the after thoughts in my eyes.
NESTING
Nesting is a form of preparing for mother hood by women bearing a child or by animals and birds, all getting ready to have a clean nest, ready for the birth. So let them do all the cleaning and preparing they want, while you rest.
Sure, it is okay if you ask if help is required, other than that, stay out-of-the-way . . .Especially if this nesting mother is dangerous or not, being human or animal. All pregnant things can be scary when it is nearing the end, the nesting stage.
Of course, this little learning lesson, is about some humans in their nesting stage. If they want to be on their hands and knees washing the floor . . .LET THEM. Asking, to do the floor washing for them, can be harmful, to your health.
If you know anyone nesting, just remember to offer them something to eat, instead of wanting to do their work. Sure ask if help is wanted, and nothing more.
SAROPHIA AND CLEVELAND
After Cleveland did his best to coax the child out of the root cellar, he cradled her in his big arms, heading back to his truck, and to the safety of the hut. He could not help but to think about Barb and how he locked her inside. He hoped she was still sleeping, just to save for any fighting words. Besides, the only fight in his mind right now and will be, is what the hell is happening . . .What killed everything, turning life to dust. Why was this child spared. He ran his best without stumbling, not to harm this screaming, crying, frighted little girl, wanting her mother. He cradled her small head in his comforting hand asking her to stop crying. But it did no good. The child wasn’t listening to him at the moment.
Cleveland made his way back to the sidewalk and continued his way getting closer to the vehicle, but not without seeing human and non human, bodies, turned to ash, red dust. There was no life anywhere . . .There was not a sound, but this crying kid. If only she would keep quiet he thought . . .He felt the need to want to hear anything else at all besides her sobbing whining cries. He stopping walking fast and looked the child right in the eyes and waited for her to look into his eyes. She did. He then said to her in a voice of calmness and suggesting and hushed . . .Stop that crying . . .I don’t like no crying. Now cut that noise out . . .We need to hear things. Hush . . .Listen. Her little eyes stayed with his for a few more seconds, then shut tight, crying more tears . . .I want mommy.
Mommy is not here right now, so stop that crying, i don’t like no cry-babies. There was another few moment of silent before she carried on with her crying only more quiet this time and with quick sharp in-takes of air, through her nose. This made Cleveland more at ease and more able to think clearer.
They were about ten feet or so now from the waiting truck, when something caught his attention. Brilliant Light took hold of his eyes and he squinted turning his head down. But the curiosity of things right now had much more of a hold on him and he did his best to look up. He thinks he sees shapes lined in blood-red, he can’t look longer than a second or so without shielding his eyes. It did not help that this hour of the day was HIGH NOON, he still had a feeling that even though it was high noon, this was a different bright he has ever known. Was earth having a melt down? Did they finally, wipe out the ozone layer? Is the world going to burn out? Cleveland had many questions running through his mind with no answers to follow.
Three feet in front of the two, only people, one that, of a child, the empty waiting truck called to them, hurry up . . .No crying in the truck, okay little girl . . .I don’t like no crying.”
Out of no where Cleveland gave out a cry of pain . . .Something hot scraped across his right arm . . .Blood bled thought his sleeve. He did not drop the girl but held tighter as he moved faster, two feet, another hot stab swam across his cheek causing another yelp, as another hot sting burned through his back. Seconds later, he tossed the child onto the front seat, hoping not to hurt her as he jumped in after her. There was no time to babysit, only escape. He knew what ever was happening right now, was starting again, this time to him, but not to her if he could help it . . .Cleveland turned the key, throwing the shifter in drive and stepping on it. The tires spun for seconds as he gained control of the situation, getting them out of there. Seconds later the sky flashed red followed by a screech he has never heard before, she started crying.
He did not know, hundreds, maybe a thousand or more, HOT WHITE entities, filled the sky, above this desolate town, needing to birth, shooting forth each, six more. This surely would drive these beings into the cities. Cleveland knew not of what was happening only to get to the bee-hut and down under ground where he found this living still crying kid. He turned up the volume on the CD player as loud as it would go, and pushed harder on the gas petal.”Cry now little one . . .Go a head, give it your all . . .I don’t like no cry-babies, but go ahead, get it all out. He reached up tuning the front view mirror as not to see the red town dying in its reflection. Somehow, in doing all this, it felt better to his ears and on his mind. Another flash followed by another deathly screech. He bellowed out, without his eyes, leaving the road . . .Come on little baby, cry . . .Cry loud and cover your eyes. Cleveland tore to the left off the road, and onto, the path-way to the hut, stopping just outside the doorway, fumbling for the keys.
Once again he thought of barb and was she sleeping . . .He waited for the right moment telling the girl to grab hold of his neck and hold tight not to fall from him as they had to jump out, run to the door and get it unlocked before another attack of what was happening happened or was this over. before shutting the door, Cleveland looked towards the red town and up to the White glow where the heat burned at his eyes, forcing him to slam shut the door, and flee to the underground, closing the floor-door after them.
What is your name little girl . . .Sarophia, she said. Do you know where my mommy is, she said bravely. No, little one i don’t. How old are you, can you tell me that? Four, i’m four years old. Four! . . .Your pretty brave for being four . . .What were you doing in the oot cellar all by yourself. She started to cry . . .But in that gentle caring voice he told her once again . . .Now don’t start that crying . . .I don’t like no cry-babies. Now tell me, what is your name again. This time not only did she tell her name, she spelled it out for him. S a r o p h i a . . .Sarophia. Oh, smart kid are ya . . .Cleveland needed to sit and check out his wounds, he became quite dizzy all of a sudden. He rubbed at his head, then held back the shock of an attack, of pain, sizzling in the areas of each of the bites. His arm, his cheek, his back.
Sarophia wondered about the hut and came across barb still asleep. Who is this? She asked . . .But received no response. She asked louder this time calling him Mr. .Hey Mr., who’s this girl sleeping, why is this blood on her face. Hey . . .You have a bee flying . . .She giggled . . .The bee is on your bread. She laughed at this bee sitting on Cleveland’s half eaten honey sandwich. She went over to Cleveland and hit him on his knee until he opened his eyes and talked to her. Hey, little girl . . .See that lady . . .She had enough sleep, wake her up. Tell her it’s time to wake up. Go on. Go over there and give her a good shake. Tell her Cleve needs help now . . .Well what are you waiting for . . .Christmas? He chuckled, she glared at him . . .Christmas? Is Santa going to come? Mommy says santa only comes when it snows. No . . .He frowned, go on now, give Barb a good shake. Try to wake her up, tell her, Cleve needs her. She did . . .Little Sarophia woke up Barb.
TWENTY TWELVE FIGHT THE MORPH
The year 2012 is bad for some of us now, the heat of the sun dries us out. As said . . .Here on PLANET EARTH our life force is water to keep from any morphing. The days have proved to be death taken its toll, on us of those who can not journey out in the heat. Don’t forget, we can venture out in the night, but it is a risk we must take, in order, to sustain this life form, should we MORPH back, To HOT WHITE you all die, RED DUST.
In 2012 your sun has become hotter, for some of us, this allows, a two and a half-foot walking space against the side of the house, of course, on the opposite side of the sun. Unfortunately, the pacing space is much shorter than the width of the house.
We are at risk of the sun on your hot days, if we do not have an abundance of water supply close by, the morphing process will begin. This or we start the Morphing phase. From HUMAN, form, to that of a WALKING ALLIGATOR with the claws, we need to kill and devour five of your kind, in order to live long enough to FINAL MORPH. Then once again we take human life in the numbers, sucking LIQUID Essence of life from your world, our only source of energy, to take us home from where you took us, Mars.
But don’t forget we all have the choise to live this Earth way of living or go Home, back to MARS, and be one of the beautiful, bright stars you see at night. But the ones, of us, who want to stay must fight for life in this human form.
But why? Why go be a star for you and watch as you stay in groups away from each other, when we, see it, as freedom.
We have to feed and live one way or the other. There . . .Here. Some of the entities still here on Earth want to stay, they have come to enjoy meeting people with chatters and Love, or lust or happy families, amongst, plenty, of other things, you as mankind do, rather than just shine in the night and fade in the day.
But right now she is starving for water.
- Twenty-twelve July, has been too hot.
- She needs to be by any river.
- Her only means of that outside, consists, of a perimeter, of two and a half feet, by five feet.
- No river water in smelling distance.
In this heat, she needs clean air, in its stead, of stale dead air, in the house with the humans, she came to be with, she also can not sit in city water or hours causing everyone to question, why does mom sit in the tub for hours everyday . . .This human vessel is starting to shrivel up and dry. Everyone can see she is losing weight at a very fast pace.
This choise she choose to keep this form on Earth has become a danger to her without soaking in water for hours.
Right now she is in the heart of the big city, and water is scarce.
She must leave this place of living or die. Only thing is . . .The body she entered into is that of a woman in Love with a family. This family as far as family’s go, is one of the good ones, where you Love life and everyone in it. Now she had to leave. Would she return? would she Morph? The outcome depended on whether or not a river could be found with-in the next few days . . . If not, she would surely kill to survive and go home to mars.
- She would leave in the night when everyone slept.
- She would leave a note saying she had to leave.
- She would fight the morph.
Night arrived as she settled the Loved ones to rest, kissing each of them dearly on the cheek, with an, i Love you, sleep well. Then bedded with the man she came to understand and care for one last time. When he was fast a sleep, she did what she had to do and left, not really knowing where to go, but go, to be where she needed to be or parish. This was going to take a day or so depending on finding her way out of the large city and any encounters with strangers wanting to harm her-as she was a woman, out, on her own, in the night, where the bad human people come out looking for a fun time.
It was about two in the morning when a loud holler bellowed out. “Hey little lady where are you going this time of night.” When she turned to see, three men stood semi-circle around her. One of them drank out of a brown bottle. The other one tossed his empty bottle off to the left of him. The one with the loud mouth, held a shiny weapon waving it through the night air . . .”Look, i don’t want any trouble, i just want to find a river.” The men all chuckled at this saying things like . . .”Did you heard that Ross . . .we’re going skinny dipping.” . . .”I told you to never say my name.” . . .”the river? . . .You going to catch yourself a gator?” . . .’You have a long way to go to get to a river.” . . .”What makes you think you will reach a river.” . . .As they spoke, they surrounded her closing in.
She turned looking them, each in the eyes, studying their every move. “Look, as i said, i don’t want any trouble, leave me now.”
“Leave you now . . .Did you boys hear that? . . .Leave me now.” He mimicked. “ Little miss queeny has demands.”
Meanwhile her insides were burning with currents of pain, she waited her stay to long, she should have left days ago. Atoms and cells were starting to change, electric volts rang through-out this human’s system.
She had no time to waste on these drunkard perverts. “Hey, look at her . . .She ‘s shaking all over, scared as a baby kitten, and i’m going to get me some pussy. He lounged out at her as the others stepped in as well.
- She tried to run but could not.
- Her insides were Morphing to fast.
- Her skin hardened and turned blackish forming scales.
- The shape of human was no more.
Claws scratched across the ground and the men shrank back. The once lily white small neck, now hung low to the ground, The men screamed in terror as she roared out in the dead of night. But only one had white clean eyes, only one, lie naked on the cold ground, as she ate all the genitals of the sex glands, carefull not to break the piss bag. The other two died with three deep gashes from head to toe.
She is in despret need of an isolated river before morning.
MEN!
