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TRAPPED INSIDE NO WAY OUT

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English: Can you tell what it is yet? Trapped ...

English: Can you tell what it is yet? Trapped in the clutches of rampant elder bushes is a Claeys M103 combine harvester affectionately known as hunchbacks. A product from Zedelgem in Belgium circa early 1960′s. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He/she needs out of a mind state they are trapped in.  Only thing is there really is no way out . . .Not now anyway.  He/she are unaware of this cell they are indeed locked in. They only think and hope for the best not even knowing what the best it.  What is the best, i know . . .Oh . . .I thought is was . . .What do i know, is what they end up saying.   Then leaving it at that.  Why?  Because they are trapped inside with no way out.

There is always a way out . . .ALWAYS A WAY OUT . . .Did you hear me, always a way out!ONLY YOU DO NOT WANT TO TAKE IT.     No not you . . .You want something out of the ordinary something out of your grasp, holding you keeping you inside, you against your own will. Trapped. But do understand even you know there is a way out and it is you holding back. To bad you are not happy . . .And all it will take is the one and only way out that you will not accept, because you think it is not good enough for you or you believe you don’t fit in anywhere or you don’t belong or what ever excuse you keep as your key.

Sometimes it means we have to say good-bye to the things that keep us TRAPPED. YES we hate good-byes. Some people Love good-byes and see you later and that later never comes. They like it that way, the feeling of never being trapped.  I myself am trapped inside no way out. I have plenty of excuses and tossed all my keys away. Do i like the feeling of entrapment? NO . . .It is lonely. But my way out is heart-ship that i do not want to bear.  But if i were to be trapped inside that combine up in the picture and it was a matter of starve or die i would set th brush on fire and as it burned out, i would being praying to God, that i did a silly thing,  please don’t let me burn to death and die, i am hungry and just and out. Sure it would be really, really hot, but so is the desert.  Trapped inside no way out?  Always a way out, even if the help comes from the lowest man on the totum pole.

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BINGO MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL

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Picture this . . .You are play bingo and right now you are playing a bingo game called the super jackpot. Now this super jackpot’s prize money is worth 1,000 dollars.  In order to win this thousand dollars  you have to fill your card of twenty-five numbers, with  57 balls  that will be called out.

The caller has called out 47 balls and all you need to win is.

  • ball number  36

    Bingo

    Fill one of these 25 numbers and win.

  • ball number 72
  • ball number 16

Holy sack . . .Three stinking numbers left and it is only ball 47 and there is 10 chances left to get the three balls you need.

  N-  THIRTY-SIX      O- SEVENTY-TWO      I-SIXTEEN

  1. Well the caller  called two  G-balls
  2. Then she called the wrong O-ball
  3. Then she called N-36    YESSSSSSSSS
  4. Then she called I-28
  5. Then I-19 . . .No 16,  I-16 . . .Call 16.
  6. Then O-72     Yessssssssss
  7. Then she called I- 20.   NO  WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU, 16  16  I-16. Please please  please . . .Please Lord  please   I-16 . . .What!
  8. Then she called . . .B-2
  9. Then O-61 . . .Wa  wa  wa  boo  boo
  10. I-16 . . …………BINGO  Y ESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

But the prize is not 1,000 dollars any more it is pass 57 balls.   But you do indeed win two hundred and the next game another day the jackpot will be ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS with-in 58 balls.    

 Will you go back?   Yes because you wat that thousand dollars like everyone else.  Money is the root of all evil and you are now ever twined and bind up in it.

THE VOICE BEHIND THE WORDS

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Picture this . . .You had a date to go to  WEMBLEY stadium which you agreed to do even though you don’t really care for the sport.  But what you do care for,  is,  the person who asked you out.  In fact you think you love this person and do nothing from day-to-day but dream of them in hopes they Love you back.  But they don’t . . .And you just will not see this, you are blind to the fact that they just like you and enjoy your company.  YOU WANT MORE . . .This hurts and there is no more but you won’t stop.  You believe you have this special power which will coerce their way of thinking, making them WANT YOU.  So you agree to go on this date,  and prepare for this big day, which will happen in one week.  Call and decline. What . . .Don’t be silly, you waited for this day for to long. Say no.  Don’t go.   You sit at your desk lost in thought, excited there is only a couple of days left.   What will i wear. Should i buy a whole new outfit with matching shoes? Visit your family. . .You toss that thought out just as fast as it came to mind,  and go on thinking about your weight and if you should try to lose a pound or two.  Maybe you should skip dinner and supper for the next few days. Yes that will do it.  Eat yogurt and celery sticks. Two days won’t hurt anything.

That evening before you get home,  you stop at you favorite grocery store and buy 24 bottles of water, twelve containers of yogurt and two stocks of celery.  Later you will go through your closet and draws to try on cloths to pick out something inviting that will draw attention. Two hours go by and all you found was you left a big mess of cloth everywhere. You are beautiful.  All these cloths and  none of which you felt appropriate for the big day.  Then you start to think about the whole week-end, Telling yourself,  maybe they may want to stay the week-end alone with you, and that you should pack an over night bag.  So instead of cleaning up your mess you shower,  weigh yourself, clean your teeth, check your hair thinking maybe it needs to be colored. Your father misses you. You stand in the mirror looking for wrinkles wishing you were younger. Then wondered how they,  saw you,  and if they cared,  if you had a wrinkle or two.  You finish in the washroom, return to your room,  put on your sleep wear getting ready for bed.  In the morning you will have a bagel with cream cheese,  go to work then eat yogurt  and celery drinking only water in hopes you indeed shed a couple of pounds. Don’t go.

At last the day arrived, you did lose pounds. Three of them. You go shopping and over spend, but you really do not care as the cloths look smashing on you and you look hot, real snazzy, and you know they will have trouble taking their eyes off you. I Love you. Will they love me, you ask ourself in the mirror. Your heart starts to pound in your chest. Don’t go. You think there is a good possibility they will ask you to go steady, to be their special Lover, to build a meaningful relationship that will last for ever. You smile at the face in the mirror, then pay for everything and make your way to the hairdresser.  You pay for a wash and style then go home to ready yourself as time is closing in. They will soon arrive and you both will be on your way to Wembley Stadium or the big game. But not you . . .In your mind you are going to get engaged or something close to it. You make sure you have your over night bag packed and sitting at the door. Don’t do this . . .Words in the back of your mind quietly interrupt your every thought, but you pay no never mind to them.  Don’t go, they say, but you can’t hear them, you are in Love.   You put the final touches to your hair, your face, your cloth, and you do.  You do look fantastic. You still have time to say no.  You quickly make your way to the clock and see that there is about an hour before it is time to go.  Your father needs you. You make yourself a drink to help ease the tension because you are over excited and start making mistakes, like you take a cup instead of a glass, you turn the stove on,  instead of opening the fridge. You spill the liquid on the table missing your glass. You are hurting yourself. You drink the liquid ignoring and pour one more.  Seconds pass and you finish the second drink and go brush your teeth.  Before you knew it the doorbell rings and your heart jumps.You waited for this. You catch your breath  then open the door.  You marvel at this person and they say.  “Are you ready. . . I hope you don’t mind sitting in the back i brought my friend.  Your heart sinks. Smile . . .Just smile . . .You can still change your mind.  Like a fool you grab your night bag and pretend the friend,  is really just a friend,  who refuses to sit in the back,  and you lock the door behind you, refusing the voice behind the words.

  • You do not go to Wembley Stadium . . .
  • You do not go anywhere ever again . . .
  • You do not feel love . . .
  • You do not exist no more . . .

The friend was as evil as the person you thought you knew. The voice behind the words was the Lord. Your body lies in the forest under some brush.

 

CARING CARE LONDON CAT

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I went to the library to check-out a book on care, caring for someone, and why it is a good thing to care,  like people say.  I wanted to find out for myself just what this word ment.  But while there i could not find a book called care or caring, and was told to look it up in the dictionary.  So i went home.  I have a dictionary.  But while at the library i noticed how loud it was . . .WHAT?  Loud at a library? What kind of nonsense is this?   I said to myself, when i was little, it had to be dead quite.  Just when,  did they start letting people,  be loud in a library? 

Holy i was never allowed to talk or laugh let along giggle  in any library. . .What the hey /  So i stood and listened and thought Wow . . .I can’t believe it.  How Odd is that? I’m standing in a library and no one cares to be quiet, how in the world can anyone concentrate on what they are doing?  FRIG that i said to myself.  I took a stance and braved out the moment and yelled.

LISTEN   listen . . .The cat’s pissing . . .Where where . . .Under your chair.  Imagine that, that London cat.  Just there pissing under your chair. MEOW    LONDON CAT.

Got pretty noisy then . . .People were jumping, yelping, chairs were falling, louder chatter filled the air and all the librarians came running trying to hush things up.                   Well it’s about time . . .Ever quiet now.  “Nice quiet library.”  I turned and left.

At home, i went to my dictionary and looked up the word caring and found none, it is listed under,  care.  TO CARE

  • worry
  • watchfulness
  • charge;keeping
  1. To be concerned
  2. wish as in  (to do)

There still was no word, caring.  But there is.

  • care-free.
  • careful.
  • carefully
  • careless.

AS far as i can tell,  my trip to the library was a pay-out,  i did indeed learn  what caring really means. [ And this word should be in the dictionary ].  As i was caring,  enough to be in search of the very word, plus,  and,  in doing so,  i found i was very caring,  to the fact that the place was to noisy and people were fidgeting at distractions here and there.  And there, in the library i learned  i was aware,  i became caring,  and did something about it,  and it felt good.   People are right . . .It does feel to be caring.  In Brussels,  there is this cat, and it is the coolset cat around and it is fast.

CARING- action word.  Caring to help, responsible.