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FOOD AND HEALTH AN ARM AND A LEG

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Color-enhanced scanning electron micrograph showing Salmonella typhimurium (red) invading cultured human cells (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Food and health is what keeps us strong and able to think on the drop of a dime.  The only thing is the cost of food has skyrocketed to the point of some people, plenty o people, being unable to afford to eat proper.

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English: Logo of the Declaration for Healthy Food and Agriculture (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

SAD, that,  this day and age,  needs to put a price on food so costly that the lower-income family can’t eat healthy.

There really is no need for a loaf of bread to cost over three dollars . . .None what so ever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vegetables and Fruit? What is up with that . . .Outrageous a mounts of dollars are asked by the government to enable us to eat these items.

Fresh vegetables are important components of a...

Fresh vegetables are important components of a healthy diet. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MEAT . . .Don’t even think about it . . .Meat is to help build our bones and allow

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Public domain photograph of various meats. (Beef, pork, chicken.) Source: http://visualsonline.cancer.gov/details.cfm?imageid=2402 (via http://geekphilosopher.com/bkg/foodMeat.htm) Public domain declaration: http://visualsonline.cancer.gov/about.cfm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

us vital vitamins for our blood. So the doctors say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sure,  to much of a good thing is bad for us, but most people don’t have to worry about that, they can’t afford half the FOOD MARKET anyway.

"For Health...eat some food from each gro...

“For Health…eat some food from each group…every day” – NARA – 514288 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Food and health an arm and a leg that is what it will cost you to live healthy today.  But beware.  You only have two arms and two legs then what . . .What will you eat then? because don’t forget the,  TAX . . .Strike that . . .Just in case . . .Picture this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I complain about the government and food prices and Our TAX dollars then

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Community rating is most often found as part of health insurance systems in various countries (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

out of the BLUE a knock hammers out from my door!

 

 

 

 

 

SWAT-TEAM . . .MEN IN WHITE COATS      NO, don’t take me away.

 

 

 

Hello   hello, in there,  open the door before we break it down. You complained about your government and how he takes your hard-working dollars, for the last time.   Okay boys kick her down . . . then i call out from behind them all.  Which shocks the shit out of them all because they thought i was hiding inside. So i YELL REALLY LOUD.   STOP   WAIT   I  HAVE  A KEY!  I think they all pee-ed themselves. I will open the door for you. Bathroom anyone. But they take me for ride instead . . .They gave me beautiful bracelets and a warm white coat. I didn’t have to worry about hurting myself on the walls, they were padded. {Yes i know this is silly}. but so is the high pricing of.

FOOD AND HEALTH

This is so important for growing children. Children are our backbone into our coming future. Oh wait a minute . . .It’s only the rich children that we have to think about because their parents can buy any high-priced food that there is out there. Oh-oh . . .I hear the trucks coming now.

 

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THE IRONY OF BACK IN FIVE

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Back in five . . .What is this back in five . . .Five seconds? Five minutes? Five hours? Five days!  what exactly does this mean.

SIGNS

Picture this . . .I went down to the corner store for some batteries for my mouse. I bought this new wireless mouse for my computer, thinkingit would be grand to not have a wire on a mouse,  that i had to knock out-of-the-way, or it would get caught on something, pulling out of my hand or what ever the problems of having a mouse connected to a wire.

A Logitech G7 Wireless Cordless Mouse.

A Logitech G7 Wireless Cordless Mouse. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What ever the cause, i thought it would be nice to have a wireless mouse.  But i misplaced the battery that came with it, or tossed it out . . .either way it could not be found.

The day was nice so i thought i would walk down to the store. But when i arrived there was a sign hanging in the window reading . . .BACK IN FIVE.  The first thought that came to me was, how long ago was the sign put up. I figured it had to be minutes,  at least. But i ended up standing waiting for 45 minutes and nobody came back. So i walked back home with no mouse and a full bladder,  of course this was my fault,  as it was i who drank three coffees before i left the house. The battery would have to wait.

When i returned back home, i noticed the red light flashing on the phone messages . . .Cool. The time on the message was 11:36 am. The time on the clock read 11:38am . . .The message was left by a friend who stated they would call back in five.  [ 11:41 ]. SWEET! I have not seen my friend in quite a while.  An hour later the phone still did not ring. What the hay . . .I went back to the store. I needed batteries. The store was still closed. I began to wonder if i missed the clerk or if the clerk can’t tell time.  If anything i was getting excercise, the walk was long enough,  plus it was downhill, so up and down twice,  i hoped at least i would lose five pounds.  There was no new message left on the phone,  so i figured my friend had the same problem as the store clerk.

Telephone

Telephone (Photo credit: plenty.r.)

So there i was, unable to use my computer because i wanted to try a wireless mouse, and waiting for my friend to re-phone.  FORGET THAT . . .I made my own little sign . . .Went to buy batteries be back in five.  I laughed as i taped it to my front door . . .The drive to the city was at least a forty-five minutes, then i would shop, eat and drive back. MAYBE!

Right now i am busy, so . . .I WILL GET BACK TO YOU IN FIVE

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 →

PICTURE THIS THE BOX AND THE PLASTIC BAG

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Once upon a time there was this BIG BOX just sitting there doing nothing. Then a HUGE bag came along and jumped all over the box.

What the hell, get off me, what are you doing. Stop,  get off me!

Quiet! this won’t take long . . .Just sit still, it’s almost over.

No, please stop,  i can’t breath.

Look,  i said relax, it will all be over with in a minute.

Please don’t crush my corners . . .

SHUT THE HELL UP!

The bag fought and struggled to wrap its self up and over and around the frightened box. But as huge as the bag was, the corners of the box was strong, and parts of the bag were starting to weaken . . .HOLD STILL OR I WILL HURT YOU!

Then,  out of the blue . . .Picture this.

The wind came along.

The wind could see the bag was almost to the top of the box and soon would be gone forever.

The wind came down, it kissed and licked around the box and bag, then it stood quiet and still.

I don’t want to die the box cried. Please.

You should have thought of that before you sat out here in the field, the bag said.

Then just as the bag started to close the wind blew with the might of the Lord. The box and bag tumbled across the field and just like that . . .The bag,  was blown,  right off the box.

The box sat still in the moors and the bag was never seen again.

 

They tell us that soon we will not have plastic bags in shopping stores, but we will have boxes.

 

SPEED KILLS MOST OF THE TIME- THE FEED #2

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Speed: Kills . . .And if there is one thing i hate it is SPEED.  Even the best of the best drivers have crash-ups.

On water or land or air speed kills. I hate speed . . .Speed-up will you. Some people say. Frig that i say. Step on it,  someone may say . . .Let me out i will say. 

Driving fast to get anywhere quick is the most nuttier thing a body can do . . .If you had your thinking-cap on in the first place, you would have been more prepared by being ready and leaving the house earlier. Always leave the house way early, giving you time to relax and pay attention to the road and everything around you.

SPEED KILLS 

Whether you are on a bike, skate-board, in a car, boat, plane, anything rather that your own two feet, Speed kills. Even running to fast can cause mayhem.[People trip over their own feet].

Now in this case . . .The driver is Perch. He never got out of the transport in the first place. He was busy looking for his wallet . . .As the matter of fact he didn’t even have his door opened yet.

Ronnie of course,  was out and crossing over the road to join the others for the big FEED, he was starving and couldn’t wait to feed his face. He Called out to one of the guys,  in the crowd of  drivers and packers.   ”  Hey Joe . . .How ‘s that boil on your ass doing.”   The guy took hold of his crouch . . .” Eat this you bastard.” Several of the men laughed.  Ronnie called back. ” i would but there is nothing there.” The men laughed more.

Jeff was just climbing out of the big transport when the first FLASH of RED  filled the whole sky.  Perch was in the back cab searching in the pockets of his dirty cloths,  still looking for his wallet,  when the first DEATHLY SCREECH broke ear-drums and dropped the men to the ground holding their heads doing their best to block out the sound. But this would not save them, nothing would, as what they saw were not pretty white butterflies hovering above them at all . . .It was one hundred and eighty HOT WHITE ready to FEED and birth, shooting out each,  six more entities. So 180 x’s 6. One thousand and eighty Hot white will then FEED & BIRTH, meaning they will have to leave this area and  find what they can,  heading to the cities.

As it turns out,  Perch is color blind. He can’t see red,  but he does know he is in pitch black!  Blacker than black! he can only hold his ears and wait until the deafening pain stops crushing his brain. AAAARRRGGGGGGGG JEFF! Was all he could say. But nothing came back to him. Then just like that . . .All went silent and things were normal. He opened his eyes, lying there in the back cab, blood,  trickled from his left ear,  he quickly got to his hands and feet getting to the front seat in the big truck and looked for Jeff. He was glad the engine was still running, he could see Jeff’s head on the floor in the transport and reached down using all his strength pulling him up and in, slamming the huge door shut. Jeff was not in as good of shape as Perch, after all,  Perch can not see red and he was not out of the truck like Jeff. Jeff was bleeding from both ears and nose.

One lone bee

One lone bee buzzed by

Perch whipped the transport into reverse, as none of the men on the ground were moving and none answered his shouts. Jeff pushed out the words,  play    the    song . . . Everything went RED,  as RED,  can be . . .Perched reached out letting the music pound in his ear drums and nothing else could be heard. Then the second screech came ripping apart the heavens and Perch went into full SPEED a head . . .Jeff  fell forward crying out in pain. Perch was sure he saw a wisp of smoke emanating from his good friend of many working years. Ronnie was gone. The sound coming from the speakers Jeff put together bounced the drums,  back and forth in the ears of both the men. He turned the knob full blast.    [Welcome my son . . .Welcome,  to the,  machine. Where have you been, it's okay we know where you've been.].  By, PINK FLOYD. Blood trickled down Perche’s face from his nose. Jeff slid off the seat to the floor of the fast-moving vehicle.

Perch drove like a bat out of hell, he could see the lighter day, in front of them.     Speed,  was all Perch cared about now and SPEED drove him like a mad man, him and the transport just about flew down the highway and away from the little town. He could see in the mirror the third strike of total blackness, [REDNESS], hit again, causing his foot to jam petal to metal reaching over 100 miles per hour. He cried. Water blurred his vision and he did not see the curve coming ahead nor the railroad tracks with the speeding train.

[Hello hello,  is there anybody in  there],  was the next song drowning out any sound coming from the crazy Jeff speakers.

Perch saw the train. My Lord . . .Was all he whispered. Then all was Black, his black, the real black.

The bees were buzzing doing their routine gathering of nectar and all was quiet again.

That is when Barb was out picking flowers,  instead of staying home,  four-year old Sarophia was told to stay down in the old root cellar until her mother came for her,  Sam and Steve were out fishing, while Steve sat in the boat,  Sam went down under the cool waters.   PLUS . . .

 Later on that day Cleveland would go into town to see what Barb was freaking out about, there,  he would see all the empty transports,  find the little girl and get attacked by two HOT WHITE ENTITIES. Now he is in bad shape and Sarophia is doing her best to help him.  Remember though . . .Cleveland, with the help of Sarophia,  carried barb out and laid her behind the shed.  PLUS . . .

 What was CARRIED IN BY THE WIND.  [ The girl showing up at Sam's place], and Sarophia,  almost escaping  Mr. Rupert’s bee hut.  Something  has entered into the small child. Then Sam found the strange writings.

 

 

 

WHERE SHOULD I BE BY SANYAVERO TO MR. > STAINES.

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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.

EAT THE RICH TO DONALD J. TRUMP

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It was nine-ten in the morning and the air was cold, the train was running a little late as she and he, stood there waiting. The words that were exchanged between the two were next to nothing. She did not want to leave and had nothing to say. Of course this was due to the fact he wanted her to leave, and was wondering what was keeping the train.

He wanted to go but waited anyway,  not to look bad,  in front of all the other people, waiting with their departing friends or family members. But she was only a second time visiter, he had enough and wanted his time alone back to normal. Where is the train!  Twenty minutes of silent had passed then the whistle blew steam as the train neared the station. They said there good-byes as she kissed him on the cheek, turning and not looking back she boarded.  The only thing in her head was,  don’t cry, he won’t let you back, and don’t turn around,  not to let anyone see he is not watching . . .He left.

On the train she was shocked as to how full it was.  There was no space for the luggage so she pulled and dragged the heavy suitcase along the narrow passage way,  until she wanted to pull no more.  To her left sat the woman who stood outside on the platform, looking at her like she was outdated or something like that. She kept this frown on her face every time their eyes locked.  She was not going to sit there. To her right sat a young man, his skin was of the darker color and he looked up at her with brown caring eyes. “May i sit beside you?”  He smiled. “Yes, certainly, you can”  He sat straight allowing her room and she plopped herself down dragging  the large luggage bag in between the back of the seat in front of her and her cramp up feet under her, then removing both heavy bags, hanging off each,  of her shoulders. She made it on board without crying and was now on her way home to be alone.

On the train, sitting and waiting for the departure. She didn’t even look to see if she could still see him standing on the platform, but as the train pulled out of the station she did look to see if she could see his vehicle. She did not. He was out of there like he had important things to do. Like eat.  And fix something for someone. But mainly to get back to his daily routine. ALONE.

It was minutes later the Ticketmaster came by checking on the new passengers, to see if they all had been seated, as the train started moving on its way.  The Ticketmaster stopped at the girl and asked.” Is everything okay here?” That all depends,  she said. “On what?” He asked. Space, she said. “Space?”  He became confused for seconds then he saw her sitting conditions. “Why did you not put your case away?”  Well it’s all full up isn’t it . She said. “Here, let me take this baggage for you and i will find room.” She pulled her feet in more and was glad to be able to extend. Which of course caused the man sitting beside her, to speak.  And speak he did and so did she. They found out much about each other, enough for the one, to have to kill the other. Wiped out,  one might say. Never to share what they learned. This, only showing you people,  should mind their own businesses and not to ask the wrong questions.

One of them was going to die before the next stop. His home . . .Her home. One of them had a secret that was not allowed out.  But let it out showing courtesy, common respects.  If some one talks to you,  one talks back or not. Should talking be told then certain areas are to remain unspoken of.  But of course we all have persuadable ways, that some people cannot say no to,  and they talk too much, as in this case. To much talk. Some times people are unaware of what too much talk is.{call them what you want},[dummies], as far as it goes in most people’s eyes.. [ Just plain stupid one may say]. But just not to the talker, most of the time,  what they talk about is simple and without prejudice, innocent another may say. But even innocent things often get hurt or maimed or something more horribly than some ones,  Loving life of grief.

All the same, something innocent was going to take place causing a bad reaction, and in the end the innocent dies without knowing what they knew or just on the verge of fully understanding what they learned, before they died.

Death is a horrible thing and at times it is a good thing.  It all depends on the individual, rather ill or innocent. If you understand what i mean.WHICH HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING MURDERED OR KILLED>     TOTALLY DIFFERENT DYING ALL TOGETHER . . .

She became quite comfortable with him,  as he,  became easy with her.  They chatted most of the way to the next station, up until the point, where  of one of them would be leaving the face of the earth on a train. The mistake of the questions,  concerning  art,  came about. Graphic designer, came out of a topic on what each of them did,  as work.  A writer and a graphic designer. They both had familiar interest in each others job description, wow-ing and listening and digging more deep into each others lives, thrilled to find they had plenty in common. It was like one of them were the words and pictures, while  the other, was the designer-printer, sort of speak.  But somewhere along the line going down those tracks,  they trusted each other to speak freely and honest, laughing and funning and learning and everything became calming to her soul  about going home and not cry for her man. She knew deep down she was not of his caliber and would never belong. As this beautiful skinned man consoled her with his words of finding her peace in her crying heart, she understood exactly what she did mean to her fleeing man ransacking,  it out off the train station and away from the platform away from her, and her over due  stay. She even giggled at the thought once. This colored man listened as her crying heart spill out,  when she,  was  indeed finished,  he feed her with words,  of  his cultural beliefs,  causing waves of peace to settle in her and she became just another passenger like everyone else.

This man was indeed wise. The whole time he was on his  iPod,or iphone or what ever you want to call them. He asked lots of questions and she gave honest answers . . .Why not, she was never going to see him again. She did not even think to ask him his name, nor did he offer to know hers.

It was a long ride from Kitchener to Toronto, and that is where they would part never to see each other again, just this one passing as being a passenger on a train like hundreds of others and chatting. What are the chances of ever seeing one another again in this world . . .NONE . . .So talk about anything everything,  spill your guts, they can’t go anywhere, they paid for the seat they are sitting on and non other.  Happy ride.  Should you be so lucky so did she. She felt of all the full places  in the world, she should be proud to sit with this man. But of course like all good things they too come to a halt.   Stop!  Over. End. 

Just as the conductor announced the train would be coming into station in about 10 minutes one of them produced a photograph saying they only took the picture because they found it very offensive. The picture was taken of a wall with graffiti printed across the gray parging. EAT THE RICH. The underlining of these words,  in its self,  did,  feel like a power struggle emanating a code meaning DON”T MESS WITH US feeling, and now that you know of us you can’t stay, feeling.

EAT THE RICH . . .What does that even mean?

  • Questions
  • Thoughts
  • Wonderings

All sorts of things were going through each their minds as they looked deep into one another and asked questions and answered them on EAT THE RICH.

People don’t usually underline words unless they want you to mind them, to heed each word written. To go as far as to spray paint a dot after the line.  Even the more reason to adhere to them. EAT THE RICH. Is this a new world order?

The fun of the questions and chatter had to come to an end, there was about eight more minutes before the train would come to a complete stop letting people off and more on. Time became crucial to one of them. They had to find out if too much was said or not enough and then deal with it no matter the cost. EAT THE RICH. And indeed one of them was rich which one,  the writer or the graphic designer. Another question came out when the cell phone picture was presented. ” So is that your graffiti out there now?” They both chuckled or giggled then looked into each others eyes. The designer chuckled saying. “Yes, yes . . .No that is not mine. I do different designs, i have clients.”  They looked at each other. ” I just showed you the picture because it is disturbing to me and i wanted to know what you thought because you are a writer. The air around each of them became quiet,  it felt serious somehow to each of them in their own way. There was a feeling of betrayal and fright.  And now both sets of eyes glistened with a glossy film. TEARS.

She thought how this man soothed her very being, helping her to understand the man she left at the station had feeling for her of passion,  and,  a lost love that he want to keep,  only in The Love lost united bond.  He helped her to understand that she too wanted to keep him close but do so as a double life never to be able to reconnect but held in a Loving bond where we can always find each other and visit.  And not this.

EAT THE RICH. They both knew the reading had to be explained no matter the cost. They both now knew, these seen words,  are words,  that have to be told,  once seen,  options had to be carried out.

Some words are not  meant,  to be seen. We all know that . . .Henceforth the swat team banging down your door, cause you stumbled onto, into,  something by mistake, or you knew exactly what you were doing all along, and need out now. 

This passenger, was so nice to her giving his time and healing words. He did not like to,  for some reason or other, see her cry. He looked into her soul as he asked his questions and she gave valid reasons,  of a pass Love she ran away from, never to be relieved of the pain in her heart. He could see in her soft cry how she still Carried great Love for this man. He embraced her sorrow and relished in the very though of listening to a story of pure Love being torn apart and coming back together,  he could see this woman, sitting at his side, does not know if she and this man she left at the station are friends.  He saddens at the thought, that she could not tell him what she though she was to this man she Loves. “What does he think of you.”   “What?” “How does this man you Love and visit,  way out here,  feel about you. You must be friends. Yes?” He was astound when she ripped her body around to face the aisle and softly cry. It was maybe ten minutes he waited for her to respond or not. He really thought is was the end of their chatting and he felt he must have done something to make her stop and turn and cry, but what?  He is a man,  and what does he know,  is what,  someone else would say to him.  So he left it at that and continued on with his ipod or iphone or what ever he held.

Time  pulled the train slowly to the under-station and some of the other passengers were leaving their seats to retrieve their small bags from the over-head storage or make their way to the front of the car and take out their luggage bag and stand waiting for the train to fully stop.

It was like simulation when they both took a last look,  at the cell picture and each other, before the picture was swiped away.  

Five minutes remained before hitting the station, then one of them said with a queer look,  on their face,  like a fun joke if you will.

” Now,  what if i was to tell you,  i know you are rich,  and i followed you on this train because you took this picture, and now, i have to eat you.  Eat you because you are rich.  What if this is not a joke. What if you are never getting to where you are going.”

EAT THE RICH   THE END

AND THEN

A strange noise came from behind both of them. They never got off the train.

But let me tell you, you will never find and clues of this or them. But  two people were told, the story would be told.  EAT THE RICH.

I’M RUNNING AWAY AGAIN

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Oh brother . . .here we go again, i’m running away once again and nobody knows.

I ran away several times before and it did help for a while. Now i STRONGLY FEEL  IT is time to go.   Of course if you ask me why i will say i do not know . . .But this is undeniably wrong. I do know. I just won’t tell.   And why won’t i tell you may say. [You knowing full well that yes in-deed it is healthy for me to tell].  What you don’t know is my only answer for now is and will be, because.

  • Because i said why hundreds of times.
  • Because i complained nicely about it lots.
  • Because i am not here to do things not for me.
  • Because i can clearly see you do not need me anymore.
  • Because i realize you have full control over everything.
  • Because i have lost all control of myself.

I do nothing but wake and sit and drink coffee and sit and  eat and sit and sleep and wake and eat and sit and sleep. I don’t even look in the mirror more than half the time and i quit caring to wash if i do not smell. The cloths on my back have stayed on my back for a week now and you do not even notice or care. I have no place for my belongings, yet it is my home you live in.

I’m running away again backwards this time i am running back to you,   you who i ran from first. You whom my heart will not leave. You  who i could never understand so different. Out of my caliber. A prince i felt you were, your words were rich with knowledge and British i never understood how much you really did Love me.  I  did not know you Loved me. I ran to find Love.

So i am running away again and because is my answer.  Because i understand Love now.

MYRITINGBOARD & NO-NAMES.ORG

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WE DO NOT MAKE ANY MONIES FOR USING ANY PICTURES.

AS FAR AS WE KNOW THERE ARE NO ADDS RUNNING ON EITHER SITE.

THERE BETTER NOT BE  THERE IS NO PREMISSION GIVEN 

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MYRITINGBOARD & NO-NAMES.ORG     WISHES YOU ALL A GOOD DAY