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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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STEALING ART/ART BY A THREE-YEAR OLD/NO I JUST BORROWED IT

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STEALING ART . . .That is not what i did!

It so happened i got to go to MYARTSCREEN, to pay a visit and say hello. While i was there i my eye caught a glimpse of green calling my attention to this table. I had to go see this green piece of art holding my eye like a captor. I took pictures of what i saw in this painting by this artbyathreeyearold kid. Besides i called out quite loudly that this painting is AWESOME can i take a picture, granted i took a few pictures, but at this same point in time i also said . . .I’d want to post this to some readers. All was well with my intent at the time. So what is the big deal now . . .I wouldn’t mind borrowing this, i even asked the kid’s mother, what is the  painting of?  . . .She said what.  By that i gathered no one really heard me at all, they walked on,  when  i was drawn in by this piece of work. She came to see what i was tasking about and told me the painting is A HEART TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. Besides . . .I know how slow they are over at MYARTSCREEN, and they know how weird i am. I hope you Love it as much as i do.

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ART BY A THREE-YEAR OLD         ” A HEART TO MAKE YOU HAPPY”

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ON STRIKE/FOR “PICTURE THIS” READERS ONLY

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English: Open battle between striking teamsters armed with pipes and the police in the streets of Minneapolis, June 1934. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

AS SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW IT HAD BEEN ANNOUNCED

That A take-over was to be taken by Lucyanna.   PICTURE THIS IS NOW ON STRIKE!

As far as this,  ”Take-over” by LUCYANNA, and as far as i am concerned . . .Lucyanna can get the jack,  right out of here She is a crappy blogger as well and should only be invited in out of respect. 

Frig that . . .PICTURE THISTHE TAKE-OVER

Lucyanna shows up uninvited waking the morning to early. But she is a friend, friends are different, they are like your brother or sister or aunt whatever . . .Hey hi Lucyanna what time is it. She walked right by me and went straight for the computer turning it on. Have i got something to blog or what? She said without telling me the time. So i made a mistake, i  ignore her as she did me. I said nothing. Where as she continued on her mission.  This is shit as far as i was concerned . . .She gets to take-over again . . .Pisses me off that i don’t have a clue as to what she blogs to you, PICTURE THIS READERS.  So while i am inside myself thinking  about all her annoyances, ignoring her, she calls out, “this will take about three hours”, that’s okay  right?. You’re in bed anyway,  and i did not mean to wake-you. You must have had a rough night sleeping”.  Now . . .As i ’m getting dressed,  listening to all this lip from her, because i was,   in bed,  sleeping.   And no i went to bed late, working on some sewing.  So i thought this would be a very-good time to SPEAK.  Picture this . . .By the time i got to the area of where she was blabbing on, she is getting ready to Type a title.  I made no mistake this time.  I bellowed out these words. ” LUCYANNA, quick see this.  Come on quick”.  Make no mistake, Lucyanna jumped from her seat advancing  in a small jog toward me, where upon me,  i went straight to the computer and stood in front of it. At that point in time i thought it would be a good-time to stay quiet. She likes to talk, let her talk. She had this confused look on her face  asking me,  look at what?   Then i actually saw her thinking before she said. “Oh, it was a trick.” Well if that is what it takes to get you over there, it was a quick-trick, were on strike. Nobody get on this site, not even that shaggy old dog  at THEDOGHOUSE”. WILD CAT STRIKES

We are on strike until these so-called ‘TAKE-OVERS” that are jack-shit and about useless news, are out of here.    This webpage was created to tell stories true or false, just stories  to creat pictures in your heads allowing people to see that many different scenarios can take place at any given time.  As i gave my ACT OF RITES to claim the STRIKE speech to Lucyanna, she  just paced back and forth listing to me BLAB . . .So she said.    Then she came to me and said . . .PICTURE THIS. You are a sleep and someone enters your home to sit and type all day long.  What? And they don’t say hi to you even . . .What are you going to do? Trick them?  Well with LUCYANNA the safest thing to do is to trick her, she never gets mad when you trick her. But about this person who just entered your home? Should you trick them? What if it was burglar? How would you trick that? Picture this. You wake-up to someone on the computer, a stranger, you need to think real fast before he catches you, awake. [One never knows what a stranger will do to you in your own home]. So you being the fast thinker that you are, that you do that you did.  You take your chances and call out in a tired garbled sleepy voice. ” Not again, will you shut that door”. Then damn . . .it turns out that was a BIG MISTAKE!.  This stranger, did not know you were in the house and now it does.  But before it reaches your room, you climbed out the window and fall to the ground below on your face.   As you look upward your eyes caught hold of a Large Sign reading ON STRIKE. And as you are reading this post you are understanding  how a stranger would be in your house. Because of the sign in the front yard,  the place looked vacated and was broken into. But you are smart and you take the sign down and you go back in swinging the on strike like a baseball bat. You say. “Your not taking over this place buddy old boy, get out of my house. get off my computer, get out before i help you out.  Yippee . . .You did it, you got rid of the “Take-Over”  Striking with the ON STRIKE sign.

STRANGER IN THE HOUSE

Anyway you can just imagine the thinking going through my head as i read, QUESTIONS NEEDING ANSWERS WORDPRESS.COM . . . I laughed  at some of her write-up’s, some did make sence,  but blah big deal . . .It is more fun to picture things in your mind, pictures are harmless only for the fact that they are made up in one’s mind. Unless of course you happen to be one of those people who somehow allow their picture this shit,  to be harmful,  as you play act out your mental images on others.   They call these people names like

Mentally ill. insane, phyco’s, demented, sick, killers.  Yeah?

The Mind Readers

The Mind Readers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Picture this . . .Hey LUCYANNA come meet my demented friend, don’t worry she is insane, just act insane too and you should be fine, enjoy the day . . .I will be back later. Oh and you better stay off the compter . . .You don’t want your back to her, almost ever,  really. If you can get to the cupboard before she gets to you . . .There is a bottle of pills she is to be taking,  one every hour . . .Just to be on the safe side. Tonight then.  Yeah?  Well  that will teach Lucyanna about her thinking she is Taking-over PICTURE THIS> fat chance, I will even go as far as to GROW A MOLD PILE.  Musty old mold. She will not be anywhere,  she can smell even a hint,  of mold.

Mold is Very unsafe to breath, as the matter of face there is many different types of mold that will grow in your home. Mold with spores is what is bad for you as it latches onto your nose hairs and slowly gets sucked into your lungs and so on and so forth and then you are a walking talking Mold-spore musty smelling stranger sitting at the ON STRIKE site for Picture this readers only, thinking you are going to take-over. Picture this is off strike and Lucyanna can go blow her horn and fall a sleep and lose all her sheep for all i care. INVITES ONLY! The new sign. MOUNDS OF MOLD

 

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.

bysanyavero

January 22,2013

 

WHAT ARE USELESS THINGS ANYWAY

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I don’t think i have posted anything useful for a long time.  As he matter of fact i don’t think i have done anything useful for a long time.  Why is that? I don’t know, busy with matters in my mind.   This is not a good place for some people nor is it a good place for me.  I stay for days and hours and months at a time. As the matter of fact i don’t even now if  ever venture out of my mind, hence-forth all the useless things i give you.

What are useless things anyways.

I WOULD NOT REALLY NOW I FIND JUST ABOUT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING USEFUL [In one way or another].

I know,  this sounds like border-line HORDER.   Can’t help but laugh at that!

This old doghouse is apparently full of useless items.

  • CLOTHS
  • NICK-NACKS
  • USED HARDWEAR
  • OLD LETTERS
  • BOOKS
  • ONCE UPON A TIME STUFF AND MORE

These so-called useless things are my memories. Memories of what i had or what i did or what was given to me. Things that i can’t seem to toss away like they were useless or something there like that. Although these items have no meaning and seem USELESS to anyone else, they mean the world to me.

What are useless things anyway when everything serves a purpose.  Maybe we need to slow down and find out what the whole  purpose is in the first place.

A PICTURE IS WORTH A 1,000 WORDS/PICTRUE THIS.

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From morning to-night,  before the picture, during the picture and after the picture a story can be told. But by who . . .The picture taker, a witness, no . . .The person in the picture can tell you a thousand words about the picture.

Whether the person got up and dressed and washed for the morning, in the dark or light. Then eating a good breakfast or having nothing at all or maybe that day there was no food to be had.  Then getting ready for the day, leaving the house, where there could be a thunder storm or the morning sun shining bright as you hurried on your way forgetting sun glasses or no wind at all in the air,  making the morning  quiet eerie still.  Then  going out into the day driving a car, riding a bike or just walking.   That or running for their lives sneaking out and about, hiding tree from tree to bush to bush. Many things can and or will happen up until the point of the picture taken.

Then again it all depends on what you wish to describe about the said picture. Things like;

Look, that’s me.   Not very much information about the picture except for the fact that it is a picture of me. What else can you tell me about this picture one may say. I don’t know another may say. It’s a picture of me, i can’t even tell you who took it or why, forget where it was taken i do not know. The picture was given to me a long time ago. You can have it if you like. In that case one may say, as a thousand thoughts run around in their heads about this lonely picture with stories of told.

Or we have pictures belonging to people you wished, you would have never asked about. Because it is time to sleep and they are still flapping their lips like slamming barn doors in a wind storm. And now you are looking around the room looking for anything that will help stay close the doors. Tic-toc.

Then you have the people who start saying things like; i know you can’t see the tree branch at the top of the tree in the picture, but their was a cat stuck up there. You should have seen it . . I was just standing there minding my own business, cause my friend wanted to take a picture of me before they left for town,  but forgot the picture on the table and i got stuck  with it when they left . . .But out of no where this cat came catapulting at me and jumped off my head  up into the tree in chase of a squirrel or a bird or what ever it saw. You can’t see the blood because it is on the other side of my head. And believe me the claws were sharp. That damn cat. We both stood there for a while watching after  the cat to see if it caught anything, which it did not and then it could not get down so we tried calling to it and i went in and got a bowl of milk and as far as i know the cat is still in th tree . . .Well in the picture it is, that cat will be up in that tree forever. But that is not all . . .They will go on to tell you about the birds in the tree over across and out of the picture mocking the cat.

But then you happen to come across a picture that has nothing to do with you or anyone you know. And the picture presented with-in the picture before you screams out a 1,000 words of why or how when and what, who can do such a thing. Then your mind makes up stories of your wonderings and what may have happened to cause this picture and it’s taker. You can sit looking at a single picture for hours and or days,  dreaming up all sorts of things and none of you thoughts are right.

Then we have the pictures that someone sat or stood and painted or drew,  spending hours days or minutes to create a scenery or a happening in their mind. Telling a story of how they feel or what they know or juts get things off their mind. Maybe just putting the right colors together allowing the looker to see what he/she wants. What were you thinking when you painted that picture? One may say . . .I don’t know. My dad yelled at me for being late coming home from school and sent me to my room, telling me to stay in my room until i thought about why i was late. I did all ready tell him i was late because we had dance practice after school, but he told me to go to my room anyway. I had nothing to do so i painted this.  Well it looks mixed up or something, one may say.  I was feeling confused the painter may say.

Then we have the pictures that are really worth a thousand words.  these pictures are the pictures of our lost or missing or gone Loved ones. People  or pets that were and are special to us that which we are never to see again but for this picture. These are the true thousand word pictures. Upon seeing them we sit and think about anything everything there is about the picture. Doing our best to remember all the joys and sorrows this picture represents to us.  All the memories come crashing back all at once or a little at a time as the forgotten stories unfold  in your mind. Then you sit and remember the days you were there with these people or pets wishing you had more time to share or spend with them,  even if  just to take one more picture or to say one more thing of how you Love them and wish they were with you.

 

WITH-IN-TENT LESSON

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With-in-tent: Meaning inside. Surrounded covered. This is knowing. With intent knowing the whole time you had it covered. Knowing the outcome the whole time. Intent.

Picture this

He/she knew if going to the party meant starting an argument with the parents or husband/wife or sister/brother, or friends/family. But this was not a concern when people fought or not as long as he/she got what they wanted.

He/she was going to the party at any cost intended!  No matter what he/she scoped out their plan and set to work. With in tent.

INTENTIONS AND WITHINTENT ARE

  • TWO DIFFERENT THINGS
  • TWO DIFFERENT ACTIONS
  • TWO DIFFERENT  THINKINGS.

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