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DON’T WAIT FOR LOVE LET LOVE COME TO YOU

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So you are waiting for Love everywhere and you still can not find it . . .Ever ask yourself why? Is there even Love out there for me? How come i can’t get people to Love me? What is wrong with me! ? Do i BLAH BLAH too much, is my hair the wrong color? Is there something wrong  with my face? Is it because i don’t have ?/??, this question varies. [ I wouldn't have a clue as to what you may compare yourself to ].  But we all have something we all think is the cause for not FINDING LOVE. WE WAIT!oct nov 2011 (60)

Then forget to live life,  wasting time Looking for Love. Do you even Love yourself?  How do you like yourself?   Rather . . .Do you even like yourself?   There is your time wasted again . . .All that time you were going on about Love you could have been spending it on you! Learning to like who you are and what you can do and like to do.Thne while you were being you . . .Look at that, Love found you.

Step one . . .LEARNING TO GET ALONG WITH ALL OTHER PEOPLE

Step two . . .TAKE-UP A HOBBY OF ANYTHING YOU, ALWAYS WANTED TO DO

Step three . . .SEE YOUR PROJECT TO THE END NOT BEING A QUITTER/LOOSER/GIVER-UP-ER

Learn how to say “Hello” while you scratch the small of your back . . .That way they won’t want to shake your hand. And if that don’t work straighten your cloths.  But the whole idea is to strike-up a conversation, need a tree? By the straightening of the cloths . . .Well this actually gets you ALL SHOOK_UP, limber, relaxed, and so on . . .While   you are doing this dusting off and straightening cloths thing, you  are allowing yourself the time to thing of something to say or what to even say.  The whole time the person watching you is probably thinking you have lice or something there like that.   You at least gained the attention, hoping some how this will all turn into LOVE   Love you were,are,  waiting for.    Silly you, go paint a tree or shovel a hole for a tree, Build a bird-house  or row a boat. Don’t wait for Love, Let Love come to you. 6-30-2010 3;03;22 PM

Step one . . .MEET PEOPLE

Step two . . .YOU HAVE TO LEAVE THE HOUSE

Step three . . .REMEMBER WHO YOU ONCE WERE BE THAT AGAIN FIRST

DON’T WAIT FOR LOVE

There is a lot of people out there who are hurting-just like,  thousands,  of people wanting waiting for Love, but they go on, because they believe, they want to live life. These are the people who believe in maybe someday! And they do what they like to do in-between. This in-between is THE DISTRACTIONS in life calling to them to race across the world on a skateboard wearing nothing but a hammock! Or something there like that. Turns out  these people . . .Prefer to enjoy life and Love it nice, but it is not everything in the world that you could be doing besides waiting for Love. These people live a blast, happy everyday, this  basically tells you you are,  wasting your life, losing who you are turning into a nobody all by your own doing, cause you choose to wait for LOVE.

LET LOVE COME TO YOU

Like a brave knight move onto anything else you thought you would like to try!, Write a cook-book, ride a horse, give one of your rooms a face-lift, paint a cow or try. Find who you are and see if you like you, pay-attention to you, LOVE YOU first!   Have fun with things you thought you always wanted to do. LOVE WILL COME TO YOU, as you are being yourself.   As it turns out, there happens to be tons of people like you,  but you have to get out there, leave your house and do the things you like to do. , you will see many people doing what you are doing.  But you have to go to where the crowd is. But not to LOOK FOR LOVE! To have the best fun you can . . .All people see when any-one is having fun, people like to see fun!IMG_3799_01

So if you are a person waiting for LOVE . . .You are waiting for NOTHING/WASTING AWAY/LIFE-LESS/SAD/SHY/SELF-CONCOINIOUS/WISHING THEY WERE A KID AGAIN TO DO THINGS DIFFERENT/ ODD/IGNORANT OF THE VERY WORD LOVE/SELF-LOTH.

  • NO-BODY IN THE WHOLE WIDE  WORLD WANTS  TO love ANYONE LIKE THAT!  
  • PEOPLE LIKE TO lOVE PEOPLE WHO LIKE AND LOVE THEMSELVES
  • PEOPLE LOVE TO BE ACTIVE WITH OTHER PEOPLE
  • FIND YOURSELF AND BE YOU PEOPLE WILL COME TO YOU

YUCK I HATE ANY FORM OF WATING. And i hate it when i forget to unlock the ‘Caps Lock” button, but i move on because i believe in me/ not all the time . . . oct nov 2011 (111)

 

 

 

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ABOUT LUCYANNA THE REASONS SHE is

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Who the hell is “LUCYANNA” ?   AND . . .

What about Lucyanna.

  • She says LOVE IS EVER AFTER
  • She says LOVE DOES NOT DIE
  • She says WE KILL IT.

Lucyanna is a believer in        Right and wrongs  so she understands how wrong and right get mixed up with each other.

LIKE LUST AND LOVE

She understands how and what point in time people start to mix-up Love with Lust. {This varies with different people}, as for some people, Lucyanna will tell you, they Lust right off the start. Like hound-dogs, on the hunt,  but only for sex. They Love, to Lust, i love you, let’s do it. Girls and Ladies and Woman are the biggest fallen’s for LUST RATHER LOVE stuff, but they just don’t know it. But Lucyanna will tell you don’t kid yourselves, there are boys and men who fall prey to this Lust for Love passion.

Lucyanna only has one friend. Hairy-Lou. This reason of only one friend she says is due to the very fact that FRIENDS are HARD to come by. True friends that is. She understands how many people mix-up friendship with acquaintances and people you hardly know. This is because some people are desperate for any company, and they mistake True Friendship With loneliness.

Lucyanna will tell you not to fret over this,  thousands of people falling into thinking they can TRUST anyone. She understands how some people just put their trust in others, not knowing they are talking to a blabber-mouth, or two-faced son-of-a-gun lying, cheating stinker.

As for LUCYANNA she believes everything in the world has a reason. She will tell you not to fret though, thousands of people have different reasons for the exact same one thing. Something like thousands of people just went to the store but for different reasons. Kind of like thousands of people think they are in Love, but for different reasons.

ABOUT LUCYANNA

The reasons she is, can not be told by me, only that she is. Like, i can not tell you why she calls me Hairy-Lou. Only that she does and trusts in me a true-friend to quote her ”word for word”, never spicing things-up. But she says she understands exactly why some people spice things-up, but when your so-called friends do this to you just once even, and you except. {This tells her},  you do not know the meaning of “FRIENDS”  And she should write a book about.

” HOW TO KNOW FRIEND OR FOE”

 

 

A FEW NOTES TO MOTHER – I Think I Got It Mom – It’s You And Your Stuff

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Opinions are often seen as ignorances,  understandings are seen as misunderstandings, misunderstandings of Opinions is the understandings of ignorances.

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January 22,2013

Fear not my Brave Knight, I forever be by thy side.  But you got to stop hording my Lord, I can’t get to you from nither side.

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January 22,2013

 

I LOVE THE NEW ADD MEDIA-WHEN THE AIR CLEARS

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I love how you always sit with me

you will not stop us

YOU CAN NOT STOP US

One lone bee buzzed by

Never wash again

You used to love me like this what happened?

now i lie me down to sleep

Hi i’m Jean-Guy want to play?

When the sun goes down people talk and talk more

REFRIGERATORS AND THE NEEDY

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So i did my best to give away a christmas gift which was and is a refrigerator to a needy family. I thought this would be a nice thing to do . . .It turned into a headache. How was i going to find a family in need of a fridge. Awe the phone book.

So i called the FIRE DEPARTMENT. I figured they would know of a family in need. But they did not. But they did direct me to calling habitants for humanity, these people do this sort of thing. No they don’t . . .They will take it and sell it and donate the money to help have homes build in another country.  Okay nice, but there has to be a family in need that lives in the same country that i do.

This Habitat directed me to calling CHURCHES. YES ! why did i not think of that? DUH!  So i called ten [10] CHURCHES.

THIS BLEW MY MIND THAT A CHURCH DID NOT KNOW OF A FAMILY OR MOST OF THE CHURCHES DID NOT ANSWER THEIR PHONE

I was running out of ideas . . .AWE THE RADIO STATION.  Cool they announced over the air ways tell the people of my offering. Free Christmas Refrigerator for a needy family.  Thank-you.

Then someone mentioned calling the SCHOOLS. YES!  Why did i not think of that!  Schools always know who needs what with family’s. But no luck as of yet.

But then the phone rang . . .Someone hearing about my Christmas gift called and needs this refrigerator. YIPPIE!   Such a hard thing to do! [Find a family in need]. How is this possible we do not know of the needy?

 

NORTH POLE NEW YORK – FOR KIDS 25 YEARS AND UP

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Saturday, October 27, 2001. NORTH POLE NEW YORK

The ferry came to a stop. The only vehicle on it got off, it is a red boom truck barring the name,

“TRANSCONTINENTAL POWER COMPANY”

A hydro crew was sent out in the middle of no-where to fix a blown out transformer. The truck started its way up to a mountain top.  The driver of the truck is JOE.  He is 46 and never been married. Joe Loved his job and took it quite serious. Joe worked as the head-man on the Hydro-Lines for the last twenty-six years and he planned to retire there. So in the mean-time he always got the out-of-the-way, in the middle of no-where jobs. But the money was great.

Then there is FRANK.  He is a 33-year old horn-dog,  he has been Joes grounds-man for the last six years. During these last six years,  Joe had to hear and see all of Franks vulgarities . . .Things like,  at the last Halloween work party. [Frank kept complaining he did not know what to show up as].  Finally Joe said. “You dumb ass, just come as you are.”  The night of the party, Frank showed up in a larger sized,  suite and tie . . .He had a pillow stuff under his shirt and whiskers painted on his face and big rimmed,  black glasses with a lime green cap, he even attached a large hand-made, home-made dick to the front of his pants, leaving it hang there. “What the hell.”  Joe shook his head . . .  “What,  i’m an old perverted fart, Frank told him.

That night Frank spent hours,  chasing behind the girls,  swinging his phony dick,  if that was not bad enough, someone sprayed silly string all over the girls, which caused Frank to chase after them more,  pretending to be jacking  off . Joe found this to be quite funny,  because of the silly string already hanging down off  the backs of some of the girls. This one girl did not know she had silly string hanging off the back of her head, she did not know Frank was pretending to be jacking off wildly behind her and she turned around. There he was,  jacking like a mad fool. The whole party near died with  laughter.       Joe always had plenty of fun with Frank.

Then there is DONNA . . .She is Franks girlfriend. He asked her to come along on this work trip, to keep him occupied  on the ground while Joe worked up on the transformer.   This is not the first time Donna went along for the ride.   She was a horn-dog just like Frank.   So every time the crew was sent far . . .Frank called Donna.

Donna was thirty years of age and beautiful to look at, she had huge boobs and long dark hair. Donna was loads of fun to be with,  even Joe liked her, he found her to be somewhat like a cool drink of water.   There for,  he always allowed her to come along . . .She spoke. “Holy i sure have to pee, are we almost there?” Both men looked at her when she spoke.

Just up a head a sign that sat practically covered by brush went unnoticed by them all . . .It read.

         45th PARALLEL                                  .                                        JURALLEL

< NORTHPOLE 3.107 MILES               .                         EQUATOR 3.107 MILES  >

 CLOSED    

 As the big truck continued up the mountain,  Frank winked at Donna while speaking to Joe. ” What do you say boss . . .We almost there? . . .My ass is sleeping.”  Joe stretched out his neck as if  trying to see around the curb on the road in front of them.  “Well its been around four hours now, we should be there soon enough. I could use a good piss myself.”

Not long after,  the truck finally came to a stop at the top of the mountain. It had been a four and one half hour drive up.

They all got out of the truck. Donna stretched out her body and shook out her legs. She placed her hands on the back of her neck and shoulders, twisting out all the kinks. “It feels good to get out and stretch.  Wow. would you look at this place. it is magnificent!  Where are we.” The wind gently blew across her face, while her long hair waved in the breeze, Frank made his way over to her, stretching out his body, stopping at her side. “You are in Santa’s Village baby.” He placed his hands around her waist, sliding one down to her buttocks. He spoke again.” And you are magnificent too, with your bustling bosoms and long dark hair surrounding your petit face.”  Frank  kissed her. He figured by bring her along it would make the day move faster and more fun for him.

Frank was all stocky, with red curly hair. Joe . . .well,  he is  as good-looking,  as a morning, on a winter’s day.(In the country). Joe was serious about his work, he got all the top jobs.

“Okay you two, you did that the whole time in the truck,  get with it, and let’s get started.”  Frank was Joes best friend outside of work and Joe was always seeing Frank and Donna mess around. But Joe would not allow this kind of behavior at work!  The last time they were messing around, it was up  in the cherry-picker, lines got cut . . .Somehow.

They all stood on the edge of the mountain  looking down and around themselves. Donna spoke again . . .Why in the world would a body put a transformer way out and  up here?”   Joe chuckled. “This is Santa’s village. You’ve never been here before? I thought everyone came here one time or other. At least heard about  it.”   “Nope.”  She turned to look behind her and gave a shudder as she gazed into the dark wooded area. “Santa’s village? . . .Are there any animals in there.”  Frank put his arm around Donna and gave a coy smile. “Hey baby don’t worry,  i’ll protect you. Bambi has nothing over me.”  Donna smiled back at him . . .” It just looks so creepy in there.” She stepped forward putting her arms around Franks waist. ” Well then my hero.”  She kissed him . . .” Take me to the lavatory, where i can relieve myself, it was a long ride.”

Joe was already on his way to the job-site. He put his head back as far as it would go, looking up. He raised his hand up over his face to block out the rays from the sun. Frank called out as Donna walked a head . . .” Hey, Joe . . .We’re just going to find a spot to relieve Donna.”  He chuckled.   “I think i will find a spot too.”        Joe’s eyes never left the job at hand, but he did answer. ” YEP! . . .I can just see it now . . .You two alone in there,  screwing your ass off for the next half hour. We came to work dammit! . . .I’ll go too in a minute. Then we start work. I want to be back on the road before dark fall.”

From inside the woods Donna called out.  Frank!  Come on! i don’t like it in here anymore. it’s to quiet for me.” she looked around.  “If i hear anything,  i’m freaking out! . . .”Besides.”  Her voice changed to that of a woman in heat. “You are wasting time.”   Frank clapped his hands together and started off in her direction. He could see she was standing over and  in front of him,  looking like a delicious dessert.   “DON”T MOVE!”  The sternest in his voice startled her, but he had a big smile on his freckled, rough face.  Twigs snapped under the weight of his feet as he made his way over to her, nothing else could be heard. Donna look around at all the emptiness surrounding her and up to the tall trees, then gazed at all the fallen dead trees on the ground and the ones that didn’t make it to the ground. She scanned the ground laden with leaves, it looked like a long quilted blanket as far as the eye could see.  She look and listened to the echoing coming from Frank’s footsteps.  Not one other sound could be heard. Donna looked back towards Joe to see what he may be doing, wondering if he might be making any sound which could be heard over the echoing snaps coming from Frank.  There was nothing.  Just creepy quite. Not a sound, just Frank making his way to her . . .”You know?”  She spoke as she started  to walk towards him. If it was not so creepy it would be fun to play a few games in here.? “  “Games?” Frank said . . .”What kind of games do you have in mind.” Donna laughed. ” You know, hide-and-seek, tag, and that other game . . .You know, here pussy-pussy.” she stopped and let Frank reach her.  Then she thought she did hear something, and turned watching behind herself.     SNAP    SNAP

She turned back to Frank hearing the small snapping of twigs and dries out leaves under his feet. Seconds later Frank’s voice broke her concentration. “Hey! . . .You okay? . . .You look spooked.”  He reached out to her, and she stumbled for words . . .”Uumm, no, no i just never been in the woods before.” Donna looked up and all around the area. She spoke. “It’s a whole new place in here. Beautiful, creepy and quite all at the same time.”

Frank was not really listening to Donna any more. He was busy touching and groping her small body up against his own. Frank was ready for his desert.  Then realizing her new situation , she gently knocked on his head. “Are you in there.” She giggled.    “Joe is going toooo” That was all she could say. Frank cut her off, cupping her small face in his hands and kissing her mouth.  “Don’t worry about Joe.” Then he kissed her again. “He is going to be busy for a while.”  He kissed her once more, this time she kissed him back.  Both lost in their own lust.  “Now what about this pussy-pussy game.” Frank’s lust was lust, while Donna’s lust was real, she truly had a special thing for Frank and only wanted to give to Frank.  Donna gently pulled away looking into his eyes, placing softly her one finger upon his lips. “Shhh.” She whispered. She, kissed him,  and once again,  they were lost in the lust of things.

Then.   SNAP . . .CRACK . . .

Both Donna and Frank tore away from each other, letting out echos of shilling  gasps of air-in-take.  Donna gave a shriek, when the quite broke open with the surprising graspy yell coming from Joe . . .”What the hell Joe . . .People can have heart attacks from shit like that.” Frank was a little testy.  ” I’ll tell you what the hell . . .Shit a god damned drum is blown out, an shes sixty feet up that blasted pole . . .Quit pissing around and get some god-damned work into ya! . . .The pair of you!”  Frank laughed out . . .”Relax you scared the piss out of Donna.” Then he laughed more,  as he too, had the shit scared out of himself.     “Bastard . . .You scared us!”  He looked down at Donna. “We better take that piss.”  They each did their thing behind a tree and left the wooded area.

Joe and Frank prepared for the job a head of them,  which was going to take a while, depending on what else was wrong up there. They placed the new drum in the bucket of the cherry-picker, along with the proper tools and insulated wires. Joe  strapped on his tool belt and climbed on in. Donna called out to Joe as she tossed over his gloves. “ Hey Joe, don’t forget your rubber.” They began to laughed. Frank called over to Donna. “I will have one.” He gave her a coy look, then said. “You better get in the truck where it is safe. Joe positioned himself in the front center of the bucket. She got in the truck, Joe took hold of the side rails, then called out. “Okay, take her up.” Donna sat crooked with her head and neck twisted, dent backwards, looking out and up the back window. Joe could have used his own controls in the bucket, but,  (they were out of control.) Time was not taken to make the re-pares on the buckets cable lines, which Frank accidentally cut. Joe called out again, this time louder over the noise of the boom trucks exhaust. “You better soon get these lines fixed.”

Then out of no-where a wisp of wind,  slapped the back of Joes head causing him to reach up grabbing hold of his helmet. Frank,  not completely ignoring Joe, who was telling him to fix the cable lines, yelled up. “ Are you going to yell at me the whole time we are here. Shut-up, i can’t hear you anyway.”  Joe stood up straight with a wondering look on his face. everything was calm as he searched the air and sky all around himself. He turned back towards Frank looking down,  and seeing he was much further up now,  there would be no point in yelling at him, as Joe would only end up calling out the same thing,  three or four times over,  even then would Frank hear him? He could not be bothered. Instead he put his attention up towards the job at hand. Frank watched Joe for a few more seconds then turned to look at Donna.  But he could not see her face. She was busy watching Joe go higher and higher up. Frank returned watching Joe and could see there was a few more feet to go. Then he put his attention back to Donna, He could hardly wait to get in the truck with her.    Joe started yelling.        ” Good!  Okay!  WHOA!”  The bucket came to a rough jolting stop. Joe stumbled in the swaying basket sixty feet up and off the ground. “What the hell!” Joe yelled again. “ HEY! Take it easy down there. It’s not like i’m falling off a chair after a few drinks. Its damn high up here.”  It did not matter what he said, Frank was already in the truck with his play toy.

Joe carefully slowly started at his work. He could now see all the wires were burned out as well as the transformer. But Joe knew what to do, he was very good at his job, as he has been doing it for very many years. So while he was up there working carefully, opening up boxes, checking switches, disconnecting lines, Frank was preparing for his long-awaited desert.  He was finally alone with Donna and he knew they had about half an hour before Joe would need him. Frank leaned over her small body and rolled down  the window on her side of the truck. The sound of the engines grew louder. He then kissed her mouth, putting his hand on the small of her back, pulling her up and onto him, then he slowly licked her lips, letting go of her, then  looking at her face, he could see she wanted more and he had more to give. Frank rolled down his window and turned back to her.  “So, how about that pussy pussy game, do you want to play it in here?” He cupped her breast in his hand while slipping his other hand up under the back of her top undoing her bra. He could feel her breath harder, faster on his face. He whispered in her ear.   ” Take your top off and sit on me.” She drew in a soft gasp of air as she straddled him.  “what about Joe.”  Frank reached forward tweaking her nipples, kissing her neck, her ear, speaking softly. “Don’t worry about Joe, he is going to busy for a good half hour before he needs me.”  Frank tweaked a little harder, little sounds were coming from Donna, sounds which made Donna want her more. Frank continued talking. He can’t see us and he can’t hear us.” Donna could feel herself getting very wet. She wanted Frank inside her. she reached down touching his man thing. Her eyes opened wide as she pulled away. His manhood was hard, hard and big. Her heart was beating fast. She sat up and looked into Franks eyes, he slid off  her top and removed her bra. Then he pulled her up and on him placing her soft full bosom in his face. There he cradled, tweaked, and sucked, while she moaned and wiggled. They were both so lost in lust they could not feel the truck moving. They did not hear the wind pick up.

Outside sixty feet up in the cherry-picker, a strong wisp of wind forced Joes helmet off his head, this time sending it down to the ground below. The basket shook causing his hand to miss the wire he was cutting, tripping another, sending sparks to fly out at him. Joe jumped back,  holding tight to the rail guard. ” Piss . . .Shit! What the.”  He looked down to see if Frank had anything to do with it . . .But Frank was nowhere to be seen.

Frank had his shirt of now.  More wind blew at Joe sending the basket  back and forth. “Hey! Bring me down!” Nothing. “Frank, you bastard. FRANK! “  Lightning flashed. “SHIT!”  Joe turned to put the cover back on the box as quickly and carefully as he could. He wanted down and out of there. Another flash of lightening zapped out as he was preparing to quit. The wind was blowing way harder than before, lightning after lightning split open the sky. All his life Joe has never seen the wind only ever felt it.  Now wide-eyed and sixty feet up, Joe could see it. He wanted to run, he wanted down. “FRAANNKK!”

The wind was fast, it was big, it was coming right at him with sporadic cracks of lightning. Thunder tore his attention away from the wind only for a moment. He yelled wildly down to Frank, as cold shivers ran through his spine.  “GET ME DOWN YOU ASS-HOLE! . . .FRANK!  Lightning struck as more wind forced the basket to rock hard back and forth knocking Joe down. As he struggled to get back up he grabbed his lines-men pliers and volt tester, getting to his feet yelling and throwing the tester down at the truck.

Lightning flashed again and again. Joe watched as the ferocious wind carried away the heavy voltage tester.  He almost cried.  “IF I HAVE TO START CLIMBING!”  He whipped the pliers at the same time as he cried out, only this time he mad contact.  The pliers cracked the back window, making Donna yelp out of her lust mode and cover herself up. Frank  just opened his eyes. Joe Yelled in the crazy air. “Frank Fuck you!”    “What the hell was that.”  Frank turned to look at the window behind them, only this time he thought he heard Joe  . . .”What  is he doing?” Now,  Donna thought,  all this time Joe could see them and became embarrassed, shocked back into reality. ”  He was watching us he whole time? I thought you said he could not see in here.”  Frank became annoyed and got angry, as he was fixing to enter Donna. “No . . .No don’t get dress.” He did his best to calm her back down. “I’ll go see what he wants, i will only be a minute or two.”  Frank got out of the truck doing up his pants. Donna got dressed.  Just as Frank started to call out to Joe. “WHAAA.”     He stopped and stood wide-eyed, mouth opened unable to finish his word. Lightening flashed one more time in front of him opening up the ground. A bright red glow made its way up to the heavens. In the mist of the red glow, a black form stood. Golden blades of pure electricity shot out from its eyes splitting Joe in two halves. The wind whipped madly as a spray of blood fell on top of Frank,  then down came both parts of Joe’s body.  Donna was in the truck screaming mad screams of terror. Frank turned doing a hundred yard dash into the woods screaming the words. “Mother of god.”  He only got a few feet when he had to start jumping  over fallen trees. He turned to his right running a few feet then sprang to his left ducking under a large hanging branch. Then a few more feet, he turned to see behind himself. What ever it was . . .It was floating towards him. Nothing was stopping it. Every turn he made, every move Frank made, this thing stayed behind him. Seconds later, frank made another turn to look-see, only this time when he turned  back around, he did a face plant right into a tree.  When Frank came to opening his eyes, he cried out as the flesh was being sucked, torn off in patches.  In the distance Donna was still screaming, as she stood staring down at Joes broken body.  Frank was crying out into the eyes with no ending. Just a bright golden glow that shone brilliantly, blinding him. Then twenty seconds later, bone lay where frank once was.

When all was silent,  Donna snapped out of it,  she ran to the edge of the top of the mountain . . . She jumped into the waiting waters miles down below.   Continue reading →

SOMETIMES WE NEED THIEVES

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Sometimes we need thieves?  Yes,  and according to the BIBLE, God used them too.

They taught me this in SUNDAY SCHOOL

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO STEVE AND SAM

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To hear all around you at all times can be quite a bother, but it does at times,  save your life.

Hearing the faintest trickle of water,  sent vibrations of demand,  flowing madly in her mind, she needed to be wet. She stood in the door-way,  as she listened to this stranger talk to her from across the room, offering,  nourishment and safe harbour.

Please, forgive me for taking your cloth off the line. I was in the river when the windstorm hit and i  . . .He once again cradled  his aching head  from yesterday’s fall.  He still knew nothing at all. This is a good thing from him right now . . .For her too though, safe harbour and all. The guy is one of those nice people in life and here he is,  only offering kindness.  And this kindness is a nutrient to her, she would find a way for him  to allow her to somehow  rub-up,  upon him,  in passing,  find a way to put her arms around him . . .Rather kill him and kill four more, making sure they were all pure.

So, anyway . . .He said as he removed his hand and went on his way starting a meal. Where are you from . . .I mean,  there is no-one around here for miles . . .She could hear the cool running waters of the river. She thought they must be close to the river and this is good.   He said.  As the matter of fact,  i haven’t seen anyone around here for years.  Then he said. By the way,  do you like onions. Sure,  give me one she said.  Instantly he flashed a real coy smirk and tossed to her,  without a word,  a whole peeled,  onion.  Snap . . .She reached out of the air and caught the white object flying her way . . .Thanks, she said and bit down into it . . .He waited with surprise on his face, that she actually did indeed sink in her teeth tearing out a big chunk.  What he witnessed made him laugh out loud . . . Her eyes opened very wide and tears were streaming down her face,  her nose was on fire and she looked at him in such glory,  she too laughed.  Hear . . .He snapped his fingers and told her she did not have to eat the rest of it, where she was happy at giving it back.  Here catch . . .He tossed a raw potato at her . . .He could not help but to chuckle, have a few bits of this. Hey she mentioned as she caught the flying potato. I’m not finding this as funny as you and i need water, now, please. Some water.  He dropped his smile,  paced his way quickly to her and caught her before she hit the floor.  . . .Such a man though . . .He garnished,  himself  around  her, as she lie in his arms. Why he even took time to drink in her Lovely body, before plotting her down onto the firm bed, but not without her drinking in the well-earned kindness she brought about, and now she needs  to feed.  And in his arms, she felt good, like a woman should,  in a mans arms.  She could feel his eyes burning into her flesh as he  Hero-ed,  her from hitting the floor and whisking her to safety. In a dark room.

Soaking wet towels, she asked.  Please,  she whispered. She passed out.  He cooked, stopping twice to stand and watch time on his clock wind away. He cried all alone, tic-toc.

In and around the town,  people were slowly painstakingly, generating  cell break downs and new atoms,  changing life-sustaining  organs inside,  enabling,  the transition to morph when needed. This new world and its new surroundings would be a great challenge should these entities, carried in by the wind,  choose to live or die in these human life forms.  Allowing only but minutes to fit in with this human-race.  As far as witnesses to these take overs, people chalked this up to a fast hitting flu, or mental break-down or some other illness.  Little did they know they were in the mist of,  HOT WHITE, or its other morph stages, Bugoid. You humans are to passive towards any other life beings  that are out there. You don’t know us for who we are.

She woke to the smell of burnt flesh then realized she was laying in a pool of wetness. Then she noticed the wet towels swaddled over and around her body.  She took time to feel the wet damp skin and was happy of it. She felt great. Now if she did not have to smell this burning tissue she would be one hundred per-cent fine.

She got out of bed, taking one towel with her sucking on the wetness of the corner of the material and walked until she heard his voice and followed the whistling sound.   Hi . . .Lets do this again, he said . . .My name is Steve.  She took her time as if thinking and said, i’m afraid i don’t remember . Yeah well when i was five, he said, i didn’t remember leaving my dog at the park, but i guess i did . . .And i don’t remember its name. She cocked her head . . .At least you remember you had a dog, i don’t remember if i know what a dog is. Wow rough shape . . .And i thought i was the one hit in the head . . .Please sit.   He motioned with his extended arm to a chair by the window.  As her head followed his guiding hand,  her eyes widened as they stopped at the lager opened window.   No . . .No i  can’t sit there . . .Please,  anywhere but by the window . . .She took a few paces back and he could see she was starting to freak.  They sat in the dimly lit living room. He ate and talked and she picked at the plate of food only eating the moist omelet and drinking the cool water. As for the cooked meat of a cow, she pushed it to the side of the dish,  covering  it with the toast. He told her how he was fishing with his best friend Sam, when Sam disappeared. That he hurt his head and can’t remember how.  But that was fine . . .She knew how . . .It was her,  when she knocked him out-of-the-way allowing herself access to the dark basement out of the wind and sun.

In the Bee Hut Cleveland was not doing very well and Sarophia started crying again . . .The bites he sustained while getting Sarophia  to the safety of his SUV, were burning deep into his flesh causing him to weaken,  needing to pass-out. Barb is still unconscious from being out in the first attack. The blood from her one eye and nose,  had started to crust on the outside of her face,  but still moist inside. This moistness of course continued to fire-ball keeping her to lie doormat.  Though she is not dead she is useless as to even knowing Sarophia was at her side shaking her to wake and help Cleveland.

Stop that crying, i don’t like no cry-babies. Leave The lady alone and see if you can get that pump running.   Go on now . . .Get over there and quit crying like a baby.   But Sarophia is only four and is afraid and wants her mother and there is a bee buzzing around her, just like the bee that was locked in the root-cellar with her.  Oh bother . . .Such a sleepless night. was the bee going to land upon her and sting or was the bee looking for a way out of the cellar in search of nectar or its hive,  she did not know and did not care to know,  she just wanted it to be gone. She did her best not to cry and man the water pump for Cleveland, who now lay his head to rest on the table.  He smiled at the little girl  . . .Yes, make yourself useful and get lots of cold water on these bites . . .Hear what i said little girl . . .Lots of cold water until the blood stops. Little Sarophia looked at the man as he smiled once again,  only this time  telling her not to scare his bee. To leave it alone and it will leave her alone.  Now i don’t want to hear anymore of that crying. He fell into a deep sleep. But not before saying to put lots of water on Barb too. And don’t get the water in her nose.

It was midnight when Barb came to. Sarophia was spreading honey on bread and Cleveland was passed out at the table and the buzzing of a bee, let her know she was in the country in the hut.  Then she remembered the RED FLASHES and the mad screeching and scrambled to her feet, thus scaring the little girl.

Out in the night,  a convoy of transport trucks stopped at the corner restaurant for any food and drink. They were on the road driving for  sixteen hours now and need to take a break.  They had no idea what so ever of the sky-filled air of Hot White needing to feed then birth, but they were soon to find out . . .Each transport carried two to three big burley men. There happened to be sixteen trucks moving a giant stock firm co. , across the country from Toronto Canada,  back to NEW YORK. USA.    It took about seven whole minutes before all the trucks came to a stop with the movers descending the vehicles. They talked and became rowdy in a friendly way with each other glad of the stop to be able to stretch their legs and backs and have a smoke and just unwind from the long journey thus far.   As the trucks lined up across the road from the food joint and the men got out making their way over to the restaurant the last of the convoy rolled up.  This truck carried only two men . . .Purch and Dwayne.

 

 

THE FINAL MORPH [QUESTIONS]

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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.

  1. 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.

  1. 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 . . .

  1. 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.

  1. Should we stay
  2. 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.