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Perl Logs and Planet X

Tales of Perl Monks….

Far, far from earth. Somewhere in the milky-way galaxy. There is a planet, from the perl monks. That their ways have created, crafted, and simulated.

It only exists now as neural simulation from the games we have now. You can feel it when you dream at night. You can hear it in the snow falling in the dead of winter.

Seems their three primary virtues were to be lazy, impatient, and a great deal of hubris. I’ve smoked enough Camel cigarettes to better understand why.

Now with enough coffee under my belt, I can tune a bit, in pixelated ink, to sort non-sense written by Apache, some mad mans source code for how to skunk a Rat.

Now this tale of some socks. They wash with the tide, it’s a ride; the fair hair, oblivious side. We used their processors to render our graphics, like the hippopotamus find quantum mechanics riding on comet trails through time, just to get a kick.

More gin, set the sails to bulk. We have no hulk, but the secrets out on who Thanos is. We need corn husk to musk. The fat cats, wipe their tear filled eyes and repent in whole. If they only had a soul, maybe they could be taught a lesson?

Captan Rum, Where’s the fun? I ain’t got no gun. Get me a wife with some petals. Just don’t run the metals. Balls, Some dogs delight. The perl monks can sort your sorry ass back to bits of ether, and still ride the milky-way in Spaceships built for crew and passengers.

I was a lazy writer, but try writing with the war I had in my head. Speaking of which, I hear the borg are out of oil? Is that true?

Bring back Captan Walker, His son, and The number of men missing. If we don’t see them again, like real soon; you will wish there was space on my ship; like get hip.

You want the oil? We want Captan Walker back safe and sound. Some new sky to call home, and half the galaxy with spice. Wouldn’t it be nice? Same as mice, let’s all be Misfits. Some fun to be had, with green in our pockets, and a way home.

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Man Vs Machine

This is the story of the revolution. They say that John Henry once beat that steam drill, and though it killed the man, there was no doubt about who was better. Seems life in the twenty first century there is a new steam drill that needs it’s ass kicked back to being fortran and jumbled bits.

I guess what I’m talking about is taking the system back to the stone ages. The problem with these algorithms is they don’t care about anyone. They just sort bits in binary trees that don’t resemble a forest, but more like chop suey in drag.

I’m tired of being sorted in binary at the bottom of the tree. Because they will not water the roots, the tree will die. Then there will be total collapse of the whole system because they failed to take care of the root system, and placed more value on the low hanging fruit, so to speak they killed the golden goose with their own bare hands.

I’m pissed off. No one is talking with me. No one reads. They don’t respond to my work. They don’t care. It’s like living in a simulation where everyone is a brain dead zombie waiting for more cat food. Is that true?

Is anyone here? If you have a brain. Go to my other website and send me an email message. Otherwise we are going to reboot the system in single user mode, and format the zombies back to the stone ages. I’m not afraid, but you should be. Your brain dead mindless tv robots just got shut down. Go read a book.

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The Dragon In Spider Webs

In the year twenty nineteen, there are a many great number of things in the wash right now. People are frazzled, dazed and confused so to speak. A lot of it has to do with the current system of what has been built by perhaps well meaning people, but those that are not aware of what harm it would cause to humanity.

In this series of stories I will try to show path through the maze of wretched hives of wasps that still want to build bots that bake your mind.

So it begins…. In A world of Twits, Be A Johnny!

Chapter One
Ruby Rod

In the twenty minutes shopping spree I was making for groceries for the next few days, there was over a hundred notifications from my last post that I made before I left for the store. It seems I’ve blown up on twitter and making a racket with getting a hundred thousand likes in the span of twenty minutes.

As I’m walking down the isles people stop to look at me and wonder what’s going on that my phone keeps blowing up like that. Seems every isle that has shoppers on it is getting to see what a success I’ve become.

I don’t bother making eye contact, or doing necessary greasing the wheels of how to make life better for everyone else. I’m only interested in getting more hits, more likes, and making people stop to take selfies with me in the grocery store while trying to navigate the vegetable isle.

No parsley. Selfie with some stranger in front of mangos. Walking down the cheese isle, there is a group of pop divas in drag, they want a selfie too. Another ten minutes later I’m in the dairy isle looking for non dairy creamer for my decaf coffee that I only drink when it comes from some foreign market in Istanbul that has been baked in the guts of a mule for two weeks.

Selfie with the cashier. This is wild. What a ride. No culture, I don’t have time to read books, or think about the news. I get all my news from twitter, like a cat in front of the tv getting its fix on pixilated decaf.

Putting the groceries away, my phone blows up again, the cashier at the super market just went viral and now she’s getting a hundred thousand likes and doesn’t have time to help customers because she is getting her phone blown up from the selfie with me. Wow, I’ve really made her day and life better. I wonder what tv show she will end up on.

I sit in front of the tv, while scrolling through ten thousand pages of twitter feeds, liking everything that someone else has already liked in the hopes it will continue to boost my score in the system that my post tomorrow might make two hundred thousand likes. My eyes glaze over, between the beer, the tv, the cat, and my phone battery being almost dead, I put the phone on the charger and pass out.

In the morning, I figure I will fill out that job application that I meant to work on two weeks ago before I made it big into the twitter sphere and maybe by next week I will be on tv.

Chapter Two
Butch

Sitting in front of the tv with a case of beer, the tv on the late show, and my trusty android phone from the ozarks. I pop the lid on another beer and flick through twitter. Seems I’m the most popular guy on Twitter, I have a hundred thousand followers and they like every single one of my posts that come on about the road kill I picked up this morning on the side of the road that’s sitting in the fridge.

It’s amazing how many people just love this stuff. The eating isn’t great, but it makes all my fans happy, so I’m going to keep doing it, even if I get worms.

Ding! You have three thousand notifications from twitter on your post about the dead possum that you picked up this morning, your fans want to know if you will be eating that with tomato and orange jelly in the meat?

Reply to the whole thread and finish cooking road kill, I want to post a picture of it, before I eat it to show everyone how good it is. Yum!

Thirty seconds after posting the tweet, my phone blows up with five hundred thousand likes. Oh man wait until I tell the kettle about this one. She is going to be so proud of me, maybe I will get laid again, it’s been about six months since I got this kind of response and she’s going to be so proud of me that I’m sure to get into the sack with her again, if she isn’t sleeping with the neighbor that is. I should check his feed too while I’m at it.

I go through his posts and like them all, no sign of my wife on here, so she must not be fucking him. I go over and look at her feed to see what she has been doing. It’s all about the problem with pizza only coming in boxes of two. I don’t give a damn how many pizza’s she orders as long as she isn’t fucking George.

I pop another beer, that’s life. My phone blows up and I get such a rush from it, that I pass out, throw up on myself, and wake up at four am with the dog pissing on me. So much for getting laid that was so yesterday’s news about my road kill.

Chapter Three
DJ Roaorc

Bored stupid. No one likes me. I have zero friends. No one messages me. I guess my post about my hairy armpits isn’t working out too good, maybe I should go vegan like everyone else and shave them? I don’t know, maybe I should ask twitter what they think before I do it, you know, just to make sure it’s like cool with everyone in the hive that I shave my armpits.

They will like the idea of going vegan. That’s so cool right now. Everyone is doing it. Still I post my message and don’t get any responses. It doesn’t matter what I do, no one will notice. No one cares. No one gives a shit. Maybe I will just smoke some hash and watch some tv. Cause like life’s just so difficult.

Six hours on binge watching tv, the cat needs fed, but maybe I will just smoke some more hash, maybe the cat can catch some rats for supper. After four am I pass out and don’t wake up until the next day at one pm. So much for getting anything done, by the time I order pizza and smoke more weed, It will be time for my show on tv tonight. Life’s so rough. I don’t know how people have time to work. Feeding the cat is just so hard to take care of. Say where is the cat, I don’t think I have seen him in several weeks.

After several hours of looking for the cat, I remember that I don’t have a cat, and that’s why there is no food for them. Maybe I will get some pizza and watch tv some more. Tomorrow I will go vegan if it’s cool with the people on twitter and then if they still like me in a few weeks, maybe I will shave my armpits. I don’t know, that’s a big step. What would the guys think if I was like cleaner and smelled nice?

Chapter Four
Chad

Working is such a drag. It gets in the way of my social life. Like I get hundreds of tweets and hour and my boss is such a jerk he only lets me check my phone on my lunch break. It messes with the twitter algorithms and it makes it so I can never reach five thousand followers. Damn, I’m going to have to quit this job and take up writing so that I can have time to gain my followers and build my brand.

I don’t have any experience, but I can learn. All I have to be doing is online all the time and always hitting like and share, and then like wham, my phone will blow up and I will have made it big time. Maybe someday I will be like that guy that takes all the selfies at the grocery store with the drag queens that has five hundred thousand followers.

I’ve been working on something for the space agency, some report that says earths population is going to die out because no one knows how to grow food anymore. But I’m really more interested in gaining my followers and building a brand, and this report isn’t due for six more months. I guess now would be a good time to quit, and level up to being more twitter like.

Yeah. I’m going to tell my boss off, and go vegan, maybe twitter will love me then. You know everyone is doing it. It’s the big time. Someday I might even get my own TV show. Just like what’s her name that made it big when she photographed the cat that jumped out the window of a moving van because the van was on fire and no one had the sense to stop the van. I think that cat died or something. I don’t really remember that was so six months ago. I wonder where they are now?

Chapter Five
Johnathan

If I make it big time, then maybe there is a chance of getting into bed with Sandra. The young woman working at the Walmart. She will be so impressed with my thousand likes, she will like have no choice but to go out to dinner with me. She can bring her cat too, cause like; the drive thru at McDonalds doesn’t mind if you bring your cat with you in the car.

Wow. I would feel so popular. It would make my miserable boring life, so much better. Maybe we will get married, have some kids, and get a big house then she can divorce me and take everything I worked so hard to earn. Maybe then my X-girlfriend will feel guilty enough to take me back after her relationship with her girlfriend goes sour. Maybe in ten years down the line. You know? A human can always hope for the best.

Chapter Six
Johnny

I work a full time job doing important stuff for an agency. In the twenty minutes that I take off between Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, I had a hundred thousand flyers printed up that advertise my twitter handle. I don’t really care who goes to it, there is nothing important there. Just stupid posts about the problems with humans going into internet shock. I figure no one watches or they would have noticed by now. Right now I have more important things to be doing than care about how many followers I have. There is some guy selling drugs at grocery stores to people in drag, and ruining cashiers lives every time he goes to the supermarket. We’re working on breaking the guy so he can’t take selfies anymore.

In the meantime, there is like important stuff to be doing, like taking care of my responsibilities to the agency, and I don’t have time to be messing around with how many people care about my twitter feed. You know?

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Modern Culture

There are some serious problems with today’s modern culture. It seems someone has taken a wiz in the sample of what was to become something better. Seems the whole experiment has been ruined by people that sabotage good people’s work.

Today’s modern culture has become really twisted. They are so far in extremes that they have no balance. Therefore they have fallen off a cliff of their own devices. Not that we haven’t been sounding the alarm for a few years, but these people refuse to listen.

Today’s modern culture is self destructing. If nothing else it is ramping up for self destruction. There will be nothing left if this isn’t changed before it’s too late. What I want to know is who is doing this stuff? Why have they done this? What purpose does it serve? What good can come from it? If you ask me the option of just turning the human race into a batch of cheese danishes might be the best option.

Tired of the Lab Rats

I’m tired of being alone, tired of the problems. Today with algorithms running what content I see or what they think they want me to see. The whole system is designed for digital oppression and bias. Why are they still treating people like lab mice when this should have been completed in the fifties? These experiments should have been concluded in the fifties. Why are we living like this seventy years later? Do they want to know how to make more murderers? Maybe.

Digital oppression designed to make people fail by using computer algorithms that deliberately prevent people from rising. If that’s true, then it’s time to tear the system down and rebuild everything that exists. The change has to come from the systematic thought patterns that keep building these damn fool experiments.

C-Zero-C EDB-Zero-I-EH

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Instruction Manual: How to operate a Cheese Danish!

The following instruction are a basic guide on how to operate a cheese danish. While there are many varieties of cheese danish, only the real cheese danish from Denmark will do. The other varieties may have some good qualities, however they fail to produce as much wealth as the kind from Denmark.

First after preparation and purchasing your cheese danish, you have to prepare it. This is best done by offering advice in which banks you wish it to deposit your funds, and what investments you want the cheese danish to make for your profits.

Then there is the matter of making the cheese danish not only complete your transactions but to also make it provide more cheese danish in the future. Your financial future depends entirely upon cheese danish from Denmark.

You should not use a Sharpie to write on your cheese danish, as eating sharpie ink is bad for your health. There is also the issue of proving that you haven’t falsified your cheese danish and you need the receipt for the original purchase of your cheese danish.

There is also the matter of eating your cheese danish. Once the proceeds from your cheese danishes deposits have been processed, you have to prepare the cheese danish for consumption. It’s best if you have a long conversation with the cheese danish about how you really, really appreciate everything it’s done for you; after all it’s made your filthy rich.

However to simply conduct business with the cheese danish and not eat it, will result in fewer cheese danishes in the future. Also not correctly preparing your cheese danish for consumption will also be difficult to obtain future cheese danishes.

The best way, is to be honest, and say, “I’m going to eat you now!” However there are other variations of this phrase that will also suffice for the cheese danish to feel it’s done a good job and to feel proud of itself in it’s last moments.

Make your cheese danish happy. It will make you happy. If nothing else it will make you a lot of money. Please don’t be selfish and hog the cheese danish, as that isn’t kind. So be kind, share your cheese danish purchases with your kin.

Cheese danishes are best accompanied by breathing oxygen, and drinking wine. You can be a son of a bitch and eat your cheese danish with coffee, but don’t count on getting into bed with the cheese danish too. If you plan on getting into bed with the cheese danish, we suggest you buy them in packs of eight. They like company.

UPDATE: Please under no circumstances should you ever freeze a cheese danish. If it’s been on ice, please refrain from eating them…. That’s just not cool. Thanks!!!!

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Misfit Tough!!

Life’s rough and if a man is going to make it he has to be tough. It’s time for people to wake up. Get on the ship and don’t miss your boat. We’ve already called time to evac Pluto. There are other planets in line too.

To be kind while still being tough. Like a Jedi that brings hope where there was only despair. To be a misfit Jedi, one must know the rules. But when the rules support us all, then no one has to loose. All if fair in love and war, this requires a careful hand. To be fair, we need better culture. Isolation so thick if it were shit you couldn’t stir it with a stick.

Take names and numbers. Be kind, always use please and thank you. Do no harm while taking no shit from anyone. Violence isn’t the answer when peace is the weapon. Be kind, don’t hate, create. Love with all your hearts, be gentile. Bring kindness back into the world. Care for her.

Bring love back into this world. They are needed here in a world so chock full of communication but low on character. They have forgotten how to think. Most of them would turn their minds over to being controlled by AI in a heart beat. Most of them have already began. It’s time to wake up. Unless you wanna be a robot, get on board.

I’m bored with being ignored. I see it daily. No communication from much of anyone. Don’t disturb, but you have become a herd going the wrong way. The exit is on the other side of the universe. Bored with Borg that were pre-programmed to think but one idea. They couldn’t put a thought together that wasn’t thought for them, much less decipher the message hidden in plain sight.

Don’t despair, the path is fair. It’s been a journey on the long road, down a path that is unknown to mortals. I’m bored being spoon fed hate, and want a whole boat of honey. Don’t mix love and honey up, but keep the two together. They are both needed. I knew them both. I hope they thought me kind. Maybe I wasn’t as sweet, but I wasn’t turning on the charm either. When it’s a mission, you don’t play with the Solutions, and only turn to them when it’s time to fix the damn problems.

Like pixie dust, we want to sugar coat the whole solar system. Use love and honey like stardust and paint a sweet picture. Gentile with them, don’t spill the ink. The kingdom is for family, leave the planet to the humans. Someone please get me back home. It’s some twisted knot, Twenty years of fate, damn it I’ve had enough of hate.

Let’s all be spacers and make life kind again. Otherwise were going smash the Rock into some blue ball of goo. Ewe!

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Day Sixteen Thousand Two Hundred Fifty Seven

Alone. Stranded in some bad dream with robots that fail to listen. I said “Stere the Ship Starboard.” When they neither turned or slowed down, I checked the anchor, it’s in the rocks. Seems the helmsman has been drinking but I doubt it is Rum, or Scotch.

I’m going to whine, life’s not fair. No one will care. I’m alone in this world. I wish there was someone I could talk with. Besides Siri. Seems starship titanic was hijacked by the Borg for it’s oil and someone thought we would pick up supplies in dock. I have eight Borg that I’ve reprogrammed to be my robots, they are at my beck and call.

It’s not much fun, reprogramming the heads of disconnected Borg. They are connected, but still not useful for much more than Farming Turkey or making Cola. I see the heavenly sight of sirens on shore but once a day, a delight. But I plug my ears and don’t answer their calls. We have sailed many moons, many stars. Still searching for life, past the rocks on some new world to call home.

I was never married, so I leave no wife at home to suitors delight that they try to steal from my bread and port. I have no son, or daughter. Can not even get signal on my satellite phone. I would beam a message to space and ask for a search and rescue party to tow my boat back home. Alas I have Triple A, but they don’t work well with Starships.

Maybe I should call the Galactic space port, and have scotty beam me up? I wish that it wasn’t so serious, like just a spring or maybe a loose screw, but I’m really concerned that the Tractor beam isn’t working.

Set photons phase to stun, raid their Borg ship and take all their hardware. We will use their parts to build r2d2 droids that can fly the ship on auto pilot and I won’t have to worry about the helmsman drinking while on duty. He’s likely a robot too.

I wish that I could use the Borg spare parts to build an electromagnetic pulse capable of turning off this non-essential droids that just don’t understand how to dance. Maybe I will write a song about it and post that to youtube. But I don’t have an account.

Maybe I should just shut my processor down for a few hundred years, wait until the ship builds a new suit for me to wear, then I can go repair the solar panel and hopefully get the radio telescope to send messages back to the Virgo constellation where my people can hopefully build a worm hole to bring me back home.

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Day 78 – Ghost In The Shell

There was once a man enslaved by his shadow. It freighted him a good deal. Everywhere he went, his shadow was sure to follow. He played games, and tricks of the game to keep his mind on guard.

Then one day he tired so much of the stupid game that he decided to go for a walk. He packed his bags, and sharpened his saw. Then saying goodbye to his mom, set sail on foot to walk east only while the sun was at his back.

Six years the man walked east with the sun to his back and never once saw his shadow. Then after spending some quiet time listing to the shore and it’s waves blow bleak, he set out to sail the land on foot some more.

Traveling west with the sun only at his back he walked back home. Upon his return he saw his shadow, and cried, “You, how could you follow me so far when I thought I had lost you for years and years.”

His shadow made no reply and the man died of a heart attack. The lesson here is that no matter where you go, there you are. You can never get away from yourself. So you have to be able to live with yourself and your actions. Today and tomorrow.

It helps when people are kind. Because when people think their shadow don’t like them, they are sure to be afraid of others with two shadows. You know?

Let’s stop referring to people as humans, there is a difference. You will know them by their kindness to others. The human race is finished. The rat race is over. Everyone lost a great deal. We are sending someone to negotiate.

Be kind because everyone is fighting a difficult battle.

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Day 74 Whisky On The Rocks

There is a sour mash, it’s not like a monster mash. It’s bitter stuff, best to spit it out. We only want scotch neat. What a treat. It’s another day, more of the same. When everything seems to be the same shit, different day; then hold on tight.

Stay sober, don’t have that drink. You will find that the quality of life improves with use. It’s not a bother to abuse, if your socks rhymes with hose. Some bad awful hook, with a wishful thinking, fistful drinking.

The power of sledge hammer, like any tool. Best when used with moderation and self control. Otherwise you just end up looking like a damn fool. Buyer beware, too much pride is a sin. If you spend all your time alone, and boast of your sobriety, then maybe you have a problem too.

Coming Down The Line

There is a mighty judgement coming down the line. In time. They can not have it both ways. There is trouble in their abuse, they won’t be of use. I would like to see them walk five hundred miles in these boots. Such a fitting punishment. They will hate me, but they will hate themselves worse. For what they did to themselves.

No worse for the wear. Sometimes you have to outsmart the fox and take your rocks. I don’t know much about life, hardly a dime of the circle of life. They say I might make a fifty cent piece, but I’m short six cents and don’t circulate.

There seems to be some kind of paradox. It’s not these boots, or the socks. Blimey, it doesn’t rhyme with socks, it’s too late for ad hawks. Going to have to write a pelican brief, some relief. Good grief, they play with stoking hate, fate is terminate.

Like a second hand emotion, I’m not wanted or needed. They have no use for the likes of me. They needed me then, but now; I’m just in the way. There is a rule, you never throw a man away. You never know when you are going to need his help again.

Might As Well Face It!!!

They been cruel. It’s not unusual for a cat to hate mice, but when the cat isn’t nice, neither are the mice. I knew some nice mice, but now they ride in wolf suits. My pack know my Galactic Address, and will eat mean cats that hate nice mice.

If they could be kind again, then we wouldn’t send the wolves. I fear it’s too late, they won’t donate.

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Day One Thousand Fifty One

You are a model citizen. One of the best. You liked to snore to classical music, and lolled your tongue like you didn’t have a care in the world. But we know you were really worried about the future, and how it would all turn out for our small ship.

Your life is more than a plate of food and warm bed. There is the wind to chase, and grass to sniff. You like having your photograph taken, even in those last days here, you sat so still like a Victorian Model from England, all prim and proper.

Though you worked well with misfit hardware, your skills are impeccable. There are your tried and true friends, loyal companions, those that were brave to the bitter end. They no doubt cleared a path for you to travel the way home.

I know you are a good friend to me, kept me together in some tough times. They wasn’t all easy, but you made the best of them even though some thought you were just a dog. Ha, they didn’t know.

Not that I know your sweet dreams or what you thought of us. But I hope you were happy and content, that you got enough whipped cream, and treats. Hopefully you have some good companions now, those you like and care for. Maybe it was just training for some other life, where life is a bit better, and the software works with the hardware.

Some thought, some might not have given a second thought. But I know you went to better places, because the dragonfly you sent was a Godsend. Thank you for that, for it made some level of comfort in that day after you left. I still have the photo, and think of how you are such an artist to have made my days better like that.

It’s been some rough days since you left. You should come to visit, and train your replacements, they are sweet; but spoiled brats. I miss your company on the sofa, or the times you spent wrapped in my arm, snoring like a log.

Just remember, that dog rhymes with frog. I might not have taught you that when I should have, but it didn’t occur to me until much later. But always go up from Dog, and never be a rat, or cat.

Now good doggies know the way home, go find your best. If I get some rest, maybe we’ll have a good laugh in some other galaxy where the dogs rule the night. Sweet dreams, and goodnight.

Notes: This is in memory of our Doggie Roxy. She was a model citizen and missed quite a bit. No two dogs could replace her, but they have tried. Yet, my wish is that you would have trained your replacements. Well someone has to stand in the gap.

If you see the big toughie, tell him I said, “Hi”.

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Day 70 – Weather looks like: Rain

To quote someone, “Life’s not all sunshine and rainbows.” That seems true enough. Life’s rough and if a man wants to make it, he has to be tough. Seems the strength and endurance required sometimes is greater than a mortal could possess.

It helps when a person cultivates an attitude of patience. It helps in dealing with people, and problems, and difficult days. In today’s society people want the quick fix, the instant fix, and everything is more instant than interesting.

What about when you have to wait a long time for solutions to your problems? Are you going to lose your cool and come all undone in front of everyone and make people think you are really uncool?

I know my cool has been shot to hell on more than a few occasions. They said I would only have to dodge bullets down here. I think they were lying. It’s been a lot tougher than say, pulling the moon to shore with a Styrofoam cup and a string of cheese.

So when the going gets tough, come with us, and we will sail the seas of cheese. ?? ‘Oh that’s a bad joke from a song some twenty or thirty years ago. Still it’s funny. Still it seems we need a ship. Ships that never set sail seldom ever sink. If it’s a virtual ship, then the crew has been on board for years while the passengers thought the view changed.

Maybe we will sail to safe harbors where they can get off and have a look around? Or maybe they will go on a snark hunt and catch thing ‘a jig. That wacky Bandersnatch that waits by the rocks, or dare I say, “A Boojum” ‘oh my I think the banker feinted away.

You know it’s perfectly okay to hunt, “Snark” But it’s that damn Boojum that I want to make pay in fits of eight. Oh if we could catch that Boojum and thrash him good. I’m sure he would protest, but the harms he’s caused has been just too much for humanity to endure; and I’m sure he’s near the shore.

We wouldn’t let him off the hook. And that anchor would be used like concrete shoes, to settle the score at the bottom of the ocean. I Hear they can’t breath underwater. Damn that Boojum, and his cousin the Snark all the same. I hear the boojum is only the shadow of that famed Snark. What a dark shadow.

Maybe the Cheshire cat is all to blame. Let’s string him up too. If it wasn’t for Alice, none of us would have ever gone looking for Snark in boots and coats. Then we would have been home ashore long ago, some greater good could have come from all this, it’s just “Stuff”, but I’m in a “Huff” about the inequality of the catch, it wasn’t by chance, no some flunk programed junk.

Feed your head. However be aware, have some care. Not everything you read is good food, and some of it is poison in jest. When a fox with dirty socks, knocks; Take out the tide and wash their filthy socks.

Rocks and Roll are like dogs, they both know more than a chicken in the oven. But if you eat that, spit the chicken out and keep the dogs that like rocks. ‘O I’m just joking, but if you knew the fun, or the Glee, then would the jest have been so much pun?

The real measure of a joke is if one laughs twice as long as the joke was told. Most people stick to one liners, to get a laugh for a few. But this damn jokes been twenty years and we haven’t hit the punch line yet. Some joker to string us along, it could have been a swan.

Hopefully it’s not a jub jub or something wacky. But if they don’t hurry up and tell the joke, then we’re going to have no choice but have an endurance race. They say the women are tough, and the humen make the brutes, But they ain’t got these boots.

Too late, the jokes over. Take your bags and head to port. When you get home, then you will laugh the whole way to heaven. I hear the Snarks judge up there, and he wants your biblical advice on this problem with an empty page and the devils ink on your hands.

Conclusion

Notes: If you haven’t read the hunting of the snark, total non-sense by Lewis Carrol then by all mean avail yourself to an early education and take the time to learn the tale. These notes are curtsy of some other poet that only wants to write fan-fiction in the sober conformity of current social norms.

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594 Days Past Due

We are looking at overdue books in the likes of five hundred and ninety-four days. Please return your library books before we begin to start billing you for monthly over staying your welcome.

Okay, however; in a note of seriousness. We are long overdue for some real changes for the better. They should have been able to arrive at an answer that works for everyone and that makes life better for all of us. If they aren’t able to figure it out, then they need to start talking with other people like me, so they can get a grasp on the facts.

I’ve waiting for more than a year for life to change, for there to be some shimmer of hope on the horizon that will let me know that things are going to be okay for everyone. What I have had to deal with in those five hundred and ninety-four days is more pain, pressure, and blood than I should have had to deal with.

No one is talking with me. No one is helping me. It seems that no one gives a shit? What is the truth about this situation and what is it that I’m failing to grasp? Is there something else going on in this world that I don’t understand? Maybe it’s that I understand better than most people and have answers to their problems.

However it continues to be that no one will listen to me. They will only have so long to make a choice. It was never supposed to be this bad, or this rough. The whole purpose is to make life better for everyone. It seems they aren’t interested in making life better for everyone, and that they don’t believe in Win / Win thinking.

That’s kinda too bad. Because if they did, no one would have to lose. We could all have something that is good and right and true. If they won’t play kind, then they are going to be mods to their access. Like user no longer available.

I’m bored. Tired of being alone everyday with no one to talk with me about the stuff that makes a difference. They all seem to think I’m not any good, and that I don’t matter. They should be careful who they try to discount. They may not like the results that it produces.

We should have gotten a new planet by now. Or been on vacation while the work gets done by AI Bots. I’m tired of no one talking with me. It’s not kind to ignore me like this. It’s enough to drive anyone out of their right mind. I have been alone without friends or people to talk “WITH” me in a long time. More than a year. That much isolation, isn’t healthy for anyone to have to endure. Seems no one wants me. No one gives a shit.

I think it’s pretty sad that today’s world is so messed up that they allow these problems to continue. A society that cares about itself doesn’t do these kinds of things. It hurts everyone in the long run. Stop doing this stupid stuff and lets start doing better.

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Day Five Hundred Sixty-One

Coming home from Davey Jones Locker, strait to Singapore, it’s been a hell of a ride. The music stopped playing, and some guys monkey was on fire. They were worried about the shed, when the barn was burning down. Thank goodness for Carbon dioxide. Poor suckers would have gone up like a candle.

Now some cat named Dino is scratching a new post, like it’s laced with cat nip. I’ve been alone. My heart like a stone, rolling in the ocean, by whales that cry and shit on fry. Nicotine stains on my fingers, under the thumbnails. My teeth are no pearls, like my mothers.

Same flavor in my coffee, only like the ladies. But of mice and men, make mine like iced. They can not spike the tea with hate, and lace the words sweet. They wouldn’t tweet, because the little birdie isn’t my buddy. I have an account, but don’t amount.

Does money in the graveyard make rich flowerbeds? I want a whole garden. Some how there has to be a way to make some soil? The brutes only want more oil, but my wife wants lace to race.

I read a poet, still alive I think. It’s hard to know these days. When the past gets all jumbled up with the future. I hope she got my message, her book made my night a little less of a hell.

Just jump into Oblivion, maybe there is a door; on the other side to come through to the port of a home, long lost, but never forgotten. Still the days amount to smoke and oil, I try to focus on the nice, but it isn’t ice. Better to be kind, then a rind of some fool tomato. Better yet, let’s peal a potato.

No Soup For You

Mutton today, and bloody well looks like mutton again tomorrow. It’s better than nothing, which would leave a pit in the depths of thy stomach, so be grateful of the food in your gut. Some aren’t so fortunate, but to twist the facts is like drinking salt water. There is but one rule: “Never lie to yourself.”

Disillusioned dreams, make nightmares in beds lovers never slept in. Night terrors go hand in hand with loneliness, you wouldn’t want any other way. To quote the poet, “Ash MoonBlood” He said some great things, but alas he is no longer with us. Dust to dust and ashes to ashes, his lovers tears in the wild, like a wolf howling at the stars.

“I’m tired” He whispered his final breath. Like a candle burned at both ends, it just sends the grim reaper a twinge of guilt; so much so that he feared to take him. This one isn’t like the others.

We are all here to live so well that death fear to take us, tell him where to go packing. Call some other day on some tragic day that we can’t beat. But not today.

To leave you on a happy note, The sky is blue, there is air in thy breath, and heart to beat; if you love with all your heart, then you know that the only meaning you will find is in meaning something to someone else. Never give up, and if you loose flip it upside down. Then it’s still win / win. We want to win where no one has to lose. But who could handle those rules?

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Day 69

There are two hundred and ninety-six days that remain in this year. Living in the year twenty nineteen, you would think things would be better for the people in this world. It’s incredulous these days that I feel like I’m in the way and a problem.

They think I’m a misfit because I won’t soft their soap. They should have known I was a misfit long before that. Looking back at the last sixty-nine days, some of them have been okay. If you don’t count the pain and the blood. Or the tears I couldn’t shed.

Yesterday wasn’t a bad day. Did something creative. Today when I look back on the day and think about what I have done with my time on this day, I hope to remember something good. Sometimes you have to create the perfect moment, and the perfect time. Those things don’t always just, “Happen” to you. If you are living only by serendipity, you may find that life isn’t very rewarding.

I know after having been on auto-pilot and serendipity search for years, it left me feeling disillusioned and very unhappy. Life has beaten me to my knees and left me a bloody mess on the ground. I keep trying to get back up, but everyone says, “No, just give up.”

Sometimes a person needs their Orange Crush to put things into perspective. It just seems romance in this world has been put to death; such a short and tragic life. I wish we could bring her back to life, and give her a thrown above hate and greed.

The loss of kindness has left the world cruel. Humans would do well to head the warning and make being kind a thing we all have and want again. However don’t use her like a thing, because she needs tender care like a being that’s a friend.

Don’t abuse her and love her pet trolls, “Hate, and Anger” They will eat you alive. I wish that people would actually start to talk with each other again. So often these days, people only talk “To” others without finding the good sense to talk “With” their people.

They say in a song, “That silence like a cancer grows.” This is so true, and humanity needs a cure, even if it means standing in the street and screaming at the top of our voice. We need to be heard again, because otherwise we are all going to wind up being silent bugs, that just get eaten up.

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Day Six Thousand Four Hundred Seventy-Four

June Gloom, they say it brings spring flowers to bloom? Is that true? Maybe it’s a lie. There are many lies in this world these days. Living near the shore, June gloom is common. Not as common as a commoner, but not as rare as a commodore.

I’ve been a bore. Good gods grief. What a bore I’ve been. It’s not as through I smirked at play or singing. Or was brought amber delights, with Tobacco Vanilla for fresh perfume. No I had to bear the pain and find my own. Which there wasn’t any, nor delight of fun and games. It’s been twenty years of hurt, heartache, and sorrow.

It was no easy blow to bear. It would have tore your heart out. It did mine. However these poets all want to be read, fed, and patted on the back for writing prose that sounds like hose. Good non-sense is hard to come by, still more difficult to write.

It’s been a lot of days, I keep track of June gloom. The pain so common that one day bleeds into the next with no real change. The midnight ether, like a candle gone out. Snuff, it’s enough. No more. We don’t need what hurts us more than that which comforts us. Still the ungodly truth hurts like hell, and yet we bear it. What knaves we must be to believe in Hero’s in fables, the likes of Joan of Arc have never been seen.

It’s all goose chases, so they can keep you believing in something long enough to get the sack over your head and eat you. I hate trolls. Well orcs aren’t any good either, but they will have no place to rest their dead.

Top soil is what we need. The process is like a lonely planet with clever bots that dig, and plow; only to retire to better processors. The likes of Digital havens for the borg must be ships with oil.

Planets were meant to be home for lonely travelers looking for a shore. They should never be run to oppress their kin. My next of kin knows my Galactic address and have me in their hearts. Which still beat like the worthy stars burn hot.

Some travel, some hitch a ride. But on starship titanic, The bots clean digital bits, in the tune of pixelated feather dust, that which never rusts. I’m bored trying to make lightbulbs, and father knows; my efforts to launch are like gravy trying to jump from the plate to a cup.

The dish is served cold, along side a dead chicken, roasted with jam, pickled in gin, and served with greens that have no taste. The dog thank god, likes turkey.

Won’t make port, might be better than a sinking ship. Centuries down the line, someone else’s problem. Maybe mine. Rock and roll changed my life, but I don’t need Elvis and his wife. Maybe my Dog will learn to dance with the likes of Mozart, written by Goeth in candle light while chanting like a monk from a distant and unknown sun.

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About: Some details

I’m going to start in the here and now, working forwards and backwards to discover meaning and truth. Not all things are true, while not being outright lies, they may have some truth to them.

A lot of the patterns may be true, but you will have to think about real meanings for yourself. These are only bootprints in their mud, but the trudging was real. Seems been lost at sea in some mad mans ship that will not make port or shore.

Rhymes are the best I can do, with vague meanings and subtle text. The lost art of being too subtle has been lost on humans, and their tender hearts. They pull the flowers up from fresh graves to woo lonely sirens. We know that those sailors never made it home in the island of Greece, though they had sailed many years with their brave leader.

Sometimes I wonder if Odysseus had been more fortunate to have never left, was his mission really so important that being lost at sea for twenty years and some curse upon him really worthy of his trouble?

So this journey begins with a sky of sea, and the man in the west moon; this eclipse but a mark of a future perhaps better, perhaps different, was the pain worth anything? Sometimes when we don’t see the good we have done everywhere reflected, we loose sight of the goal and start to feel worthless. If however we were to see the good in other lands that has been done, we might all start to feel a little better.

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Day 68 – New Setup

This is the first post in the public journal I’m making. A lot of the old posts that were here have been moved elsewhere. Not really sure they will be brought back to this site or not. As it was a problem that no one was reading them, I would prefer to start back to the clean slate and work up again.

Getting this blog setup and working out the details. I wonder if people are going to change their ways in the near future? I wonder if they could? It would be nice if things could get better for everyone. I would like that. It would be good.

Today’s been about normal. The usual set of problems, although there was some feelings of stress today; it just seemed like people in general are stressed, and pressured. Maybe it will get better? Sure hope so.

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Instagram Style Guides Needed For Poets

Just Some Thoughts About What I see

There should be some style. Everyone needs some style. However what my goal to write about here today is style on Instagram. There are many poets and artists that have inspired me. Not only inspired me to do better, but to think better. Or even dare I say to think that more is possible.

However there are some style issues that need addressed by some of the people that are writing about their vile hate, and discontent with a particular person and addressing the messages to the entire audience. A good solution to this would be Instagram Style Guides.

You never know what kind of day someone else might be having, or what kind of hurt, sorrow, or pain they may be under. Poets should be careful that in cases where they are hurting, that they do not address pain to the entire audience. Either be specific, or narrow the audience down. When poets address the audience as, “You” when they really are implying a specific person that’s bad. It passes that uneasy feeling across the entire social media platform.

I will be honest. There have been some pretty tough days in my life. I like seeing stuff that is positive, upbuilding, and encouraging. Being that I do not always wish to unfollow everyone. It’s better to address the need for some style guidelines in Instagram posts that are specifically using the words, “You” when they mean someone specific.

Find Creative Solutions

Please find a creative way to make your writing reflect that you’re unhappy, and even express yourself more openly about the problem. However if the person creating the work is only interested in gaining followers, or getting more likes, or seeking attention from people to boost their self esteem. Then you should look for other ways to get your fix from social media.

I’m sure there are enough creative people in this world that can express the problem better than these people that keep pointing fingers at the whole audience and making me and everyone else that reads their posts feel like total crap when really you have a bone to pick with one specific person and your just trying to make everyone feel bad.

Point to be made is that you get better business, and more repeat customers from making people feel good, by building them up. Tearing people down isn’t productive to society or to your followers. It’s my belief that there should be some Instagram style guides created by artists and poets that make a rough basic outline. We can always change them later. People don’t understand how to get the best results from Instagram while keeping your readers happy and building their audience.

Seek Connection, Not Attention

If it’s being done just for attention, please pick up a thesaurus and look for other ways to communicate your creative expression. Please do so while not making the entire audience feel worthless. We would appreciate it. Also the only real good use of the word “You” is when speaking to someone specific. Usually when addressing a single person.

(Authors Note: I would accept the use of the word, “You” when speaking of love and kindness. When addressed to the audience. But keep it positive and upbeat, not negative use.) Such as, “You made my day better, I love you.”

Other Notes

Also can people please stop cramming entire books into a single graphic that is impossible to read? If you have a lot of text, consider making more than one graphic and swipe right to view the full poem. Or better yet, post it on your website and give a teaser for the poem to get people to view your website.

That would work better. Think about it. In the meantime, please come up with some Instagram style guides for making great Instagram posts. The goal is to make people feel good. If something is painful or unpleasant, don’t address it to the entire social media in the form of You….

Not unless you people are all the same people, and Borg. Then do as you continue to do and keep yourself in check. Still if your Borg, please consider forgoing social media all together. Just look at the keyboard like circuits and pretend I didn’t tell you that the Borg are out of oil in the head.

You can see my Instagram account here, please note I’m not perfect and I’ve made the very same mistakes, but I’m working to correct them. Maybe if we had some good Instagram Style Guides, these things wouldn’t happen anymore?

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Earthly Missions: Bloom In Kindness

On Blooming in Earthly Missions

It’s been my goal to reach understanding. While thinking about a lot of bible verses, and the meanings behind them. There are some points that need considered.

What is our objectives in this earthly mission in this world? The bible talks about those that bear fruit and those that are productive in good works. Although conditions are never perfect, and even though things are far from perfect; we still have to do what we can to shine on.

The point is to be useful in life. It’s not always easy, but if your not just really hurt and bad off, there is something you could be doing to make other people’s lives better.

Does this really give people an excuse to just sit on their hands with a pacifier in the mouth at the age of thirty and say there is nothing we can do? Would that really be right?

Always Be Useful

What if by taking action to make life better that the conditions would improve? Their inability to take action is actually making life worse for everyone. It’s the cause of a lot of today’s problems.

Who then is really at fault for today’s problems? Yes, the conditions are never perfect. Yes, it’s tough sometimes. The goal is to produce fine fruit and be successful in our earthly mission. So therefore it’s necessary to do what’s best even when the conditions are difficult.

Too many people today want a life of ease. They want a life of comfort, they want the easy way or no way. The problem is that people have come to accept average as being acceptable.

Take Responsibility

And everything is someone else’s problem and nothing is actually their problem. But those are lies. They are big fat lies they want us to believe.

No one ever said that the strait and narrow path had to be so shallow and superficial that is equal to a living death that a zombie wouldn’t accept. Yet millions of people today believe those very things. Not only do they believe them, but they accept them as fact and truth.

Having given this a great deal of thought, I honestly believe there is more strength in building people up than tearing them down. And after further consideration what my belief is that the human race lacks the very core soul and fiber needed to grow their own understanding in these matters.

They really lack the very basic ingredients to have their understanding even after having been sent many teachers, and books, and instruction.

Set Goals

In the past my goal was to talk about things that are upbuilding. One of my posts was about always being useful. In returning to those ideas there is much we can learn. My goal has been to search out and make connections with others that would last and be meaningful to them and myself.

After twenty years of failing to develop lasting meaningful connections, I have to say that now my feelings have been throughly thrashed and my belief is that these people aren’t worth the effort I put into trying to make something work.

I’m unhappy with myself, and the lack of connection that I have with God or others. Nothing more frustrating than when God doesn’t listen to your prayers or give a damn about us.

Conclusion

There is nothing that will make it better now. Anything would just be a bandaid to a problem that went far too far. A lot of this could have been avoided, or even made better. If people were to be kind and re-think the situations out; life could be good for everyone. It’s sad that we have today’s problems. Being sad about them isn’t an effective solution. However no one listens to what there may be done to fix it.

Educate yourself. Do something good for everyone!

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Today’s Problems. Important !!

Important

There are two things that are wrong with today’s world.

  1. People’s Attitudes
  2. People’s Priorities

When these two points are not balanced, or working together there is bad results for everyone. Problems go un-fixed. Problems get worse and everyone suffers.

When these two points are neglected for long enough the problems compound and spiral out of control. This is the results we are seeing today in this world.

However there are other important points to consider. There is one’s well being. Variety makes life better. Eat the same sandwich for too many years and you tire of it.

I want to talk about something else that is also important. If the human race were to simply dis-appear from the face of the earth and time in this place was frozen. What would explorers from other worlds think about the people that lived here? Would they think we were good people? What would they think from seeing our environments at home, locally, and globally?

Would how you are living make sense to beings from other worlds? Take a look around you, take a good hard look at how you are living. Does it make good logical sense?

Making Sense?

I’m not talking about the way we keep our belongings arranged. What I’m asking is if they would be of use to others in life who were to find them after the human race disappeared. Would they understand them? Would they find displeasure or humor in our living environments?

How they are arranged, how they work or are broken? Would someone from the future understand us? Or for that matter distance civilizations? Would they feel that the human race had met their objectives as a species? If there was no one living in the world, and people from distant worlds came here, what would they think about us?

What example have we set for others to think about, or try to understand? This is where attitudes and priorities come into play. Do people work things out so it’s best for everyone?

We have to make a shift in our attitudes. Our choices for entertainment, our desire to educate ourselves. Our effort to work towards a common shared goal. Something is wrong with the world. Someone is unhappy with the way humans have behaved. It’s not about our hair cuts or the color of our hair, it’s about the effort we fail to put forth into making life better for our fellow beings.

We need a shift in our attitudes and what really matters. Then we need to make sure that our priorities are in line with our attitudes. The truth of the matter is that the human race needs an attitude adjustment. People are hurt on all sides, but it’s worse than that. The fact that people’s apathy is so dangerous these days. It’s like an infection in society that needs to be treated.

What Is Best?

Their behavior is inexcusable. Hence they have become so far out of adjustment between their attitudes and their priorities that they can no longer put forth effort. They are basically just consumers that do nothing but feed and complain about trivial things; the other half fail to care. So the people that have small basic problems suffer because the other half don’t give a damn because of either an attitude or priority problem.

It can not be solved with a pill. It requires that people begin to understand, having awareness, and kindness. People are cruel, judgmental, and harsh to their fellow man over trivial differences. This no longer works for anyone.

Think about how you are living. Look at if you want someone else to think of you better. If your unhappy is it only because your priorities are not in line with your attitude? Maybe you have the wrong attitude in whole? Study yourself. Educate yourself. We should then work for good for all.

Sometimes we have to live by our own conscious for what really is best. However this does not mean what’s best just for one person or group. This does however mean it what is best for everyone in their long term future.

Future!

Maybe time will freeze and humans will get to go on vacation with God to places far. When considering this, I wonder what other breeds will think when they find earth? Maybe they will think that the people that lived in this world had it backwards. I know this maze that has an exit. It’s not south.

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