Censorship is funny. Ever wonder how many views you would get outside of facebook? Need a view counter? Silly try minds Oddity to see 3 million people’s eyes might have seen something weird reality of a mad hatter such a funny experience honesty to be free I always wondered what did I do for censorship People are funny at times failures..yes.. getting out my failures in life.. no one wants to read them.. or at least they are not good enough for this is this or that is that.. failures..
Apocalypse the end is near
Privation of freedoms food, water, soon air
Open hostility against ranchers, the poor, and those that owe
Call for money the root of all evil is near
Amount of forty trillion dollars in debt we the poor owe
Live with love of life within laughter of freedom of air
You realize the apocalypse will charge you for air
People live now for love for time is but a moment in laughter near
Silly time is but a moment in reality with memories driven by air
Eternity is without thought of memories without air
Lisa See
indeed a Chinese descendant writer author of many books.
She has written about the Asian journey and World War II in her books
authorship of a many a wondrous tale are written in her books
See a last name of an author
Eternity is living life within love of laughter of being an author.
Even writing about pain and suffering of a journey of an author.
Steve Forbes
Time is but a moment in money
eternity is caught within that moment, in reality, of money
Vanity for those that think living life is all about money
eternity is more than money
Forbes is a great magazine
Opens the mind to other articles within the magazine
Reality is but a moment in time of living life with love of a magazine
Belief in what you are doing is journalism.
Ever writing articles on journalism
Sense of living a life within love of laughter of money and magazines
A life with less success
You ever have been down on your luck.
Ill-luck happening like a hex against you, which was been placed on you due to I do not know?
The evil eye would say about you.
These past few years I wonder about you.
First I lost my business, which mathematically should not have happen
Second I lost my health, which to a part was due to the first part
Third I lost weight and part of my leg due to a recluse spider bite
Fourth I have lost my job not once but thrice within a space of a few months
Some would say that is unlucky for you
I say well I tried I read the Luck Factor
That will be mantra to try all the risk till I succeed
So I have taken the road less traveled several times
The last road is something unclear
Did I fail this course or was I driven here, but of course
Should I be worried that they are changing the first amendment
Should I care if I do not own a gun about their attacks on the second? Why
Why should I care about the fourth seizure amendment?
This all started with not caring about the fifth amendment
Terrorist shames on you changing the bill of rights
Politicians shame on you for encouraging the change of the bill of rights
shame is shame evil is evil when you lose your rights?
Change is imminent towards the bill of rights.
Only the states can afford to change the political evils to rights,
Please call the conference and change the laws to keep them right.
James Finn Garner
Anita his alter ego wife in After Dark
Memories of a time long ago almost forever in the dark
eternity is comedy satire with great books about unlit political times’
Sensible comedy about dim illuminated ideals and ideology in these times.
Family of wife, and two kids lively in Chicago in these times
Indeed an author of a couple of best selling books of all times
Need a comedy or satire or two ask at times?
Now to these dark Chicago times
Garner is a comedian, author, political satirist too
All ideals written as a poet too
Reality is but a moment in time caught in Political correctness too
Now for wild ideas too
Eternity is finding out maybe not everything matters too
Reality is fun to live with a poet in mind too
As many of you know I use to live in the library during the day light hours of the 1980’s. I spent my time with Lewis, Token, etc before it became cool or interesting to the masses.
On a trip between Montana, and North Dakota I visited a rather large library on the plains of North Dakota. The library looked like a bank built in the 20’s. I got to spend a few hours there by chance due to the family and car troubles. I quickly found an ole favorite the Hobbit in the back of the library of course where the loners usually just enjoy the peace and quiet. I quickly read through the first 200 or so pages stopping where the dwarfs were imprisoned prior to their release by Bilbo.
Just when the dwarf’s prison doors were to be opened; knowingly, since I had read the book a few times before a book popped out the shelf and fell open next to me reading the Hobbit. Humor how life happens at times. The book was something I had not read nor touched before Harry Flashman. Odd that the book defiantly was not categorized by the author last name or title of the book for a library category. So I was unsure why it was here. Putting it back an older boring colored hardcover caught my attention. Grabbing at it instead of pulling it from the self it binged back and made me jump back as a click and the whole shelf swung against me as if a door opening. And to that point the shelf pulled back with my hand.
The librarian was no where to be found. I believe she had gone out forgetting me. So with no one to stop me I pulled the door open. There on the floor was a pill of envelopes, and from the light from a window over the chair I was using I could see a light with a pull string light. Bending over reading the address I was the majority addressed to a Mr. Babsy. Humor someone’s Hemingway hideout? Who knows anyway pulling the chain lighted a small room. A table, what looked like a still? The pill of envelopes and a small looking medical gad was what I could see. Being venturous I went through the envelopes. Which had wonderful 20s stamps all addressed to Baby. Trying to figure out why their presence was there I noticed a mail drop between the back of the door.
Well I guess if someone was to hid a room a library was as good as place as any. What surprised me most was the lack of dust. Anyways moving into the room I started to review the books on the table. The first was a ledger accounting it seemed of a business operation of medicine? No I suppose after seeing a liquor bottle. There in the ledger were small towns that appeared in North Dakota, South Dakota, Montana, Illinois, Minnesota, and other small towns that I recognized from my travels with my mom since the split up of my folks. It seemed this was a major illegal operations built on the plains of North Dakota. Sort of like the Kennedy’s moon shine hold in Havre, Montana. Looking at the next book it seemed like a personal diary. Last date 1929 written about a Mr. Babsy and venture of moon shine. The journal was given by someone Limburg for a birthday gift to a Major Babsy. Reading the dairy about Mr. Babsy seemed to be in love with someone. He had it bad. Seemed obsessive to appoint that I realized I had never fallen head over heals in love before. It seemed to detail that Mr. Babsy was a local who was planning to take and make himself a rich person.
Humor he even gave some detail on back accounts and politicians a few of them; I had heard about from history class. One name I saw I did not expect was my great grand father. Well, I knew the righteous stories on how he made it in flax in the 40’s. Seeing his name there made me wonder a bit but life is a mixture of chance opportunities. Anyway venturing into the boxes one contained several old medicine bottles labels peeling with age and odd color liquor look inside. Another box had a letter on it without an envelope. Opening the letter which was addressed to someone whose name I had heard in the old folk’s home where my great grandfather lived. What a small world we live in. The letter was telling him that if Mr. Babsy might never come back; from reading the content the letter it was sort of a last will and testament from Mr. Babsy. The letter went into how several small communities were being used and their libraries were being used to store medicine etc. Opening the box under the letter there were roughly fifty thousand dollars in ones the year 1920 stamped on them. The box looked half full. Humor what one expected and what one gets are two things. I closed the box. Thinking I needed to talk with my grandfather prior to doing anything. I toke the dairy, 20 dollars in one dollar bills from the box replacing them with a 20 dollar bill my father had given me on his recent visit to me. My parents of course being separated tried to buy my love at times. I also toke the letters unopened. Pulling on the chain the light chain broke while closing the self back. Going back into the library I pushed the shelf back into place. I went to the door. Humor the librarian had locked me in with a note saying she was out for lunch. Well life happens so I went back to my seat and begin again the Tale of there and back again. Later in the evening the librarian awoke me by turning on all the lights and my mom was calling my name.
There is an always a time to remember things. I was not back to that area for sometime. Shelf wise I expected the librarian to find or see the room and something to be written about it in the news. But at age 10 I visited the library again because a cousin had passed away in a kayak accident. That was a spooky time. If I could have recorded my aunt terror cry at the funeral I could have made a mint in horror movies. Her cry was that of a broken heart in pain. Anyway at the library I checked and the room opened again. Nothing had been touched. At this point I was more greedy and the backpack I had been given I filled with the money, ledger, and a few bottles of liquor. I closed the room and checked an old book out author Rice book on planet Mars and was off to listen to my family remember Steve. The howl from my aunt cries still ringing in my ears. Death is something to live with. That had been my 11th funeral in so many years of living. Anyways hiding the money and stuff was hard. My mom was observant lady thus I had to hide it in the camper prior to her seeing me with the backpack. In those days we rode in a Chinook camper a home on wheels.
So I hide the loot in a closet in the camper. The envelopes I hide in the selection of books and the money in a board game that I topped with a shirt. The bottles went into the toy box with the toy soldiers. Being young with a hidden source of money was to affect my life in new ways. What do you do with ole money in a reservation town of Popular Montana? My experiences were often and difficult with a very strict mother, but they were still there. My first attempt for fun was reading the letters. The first letter began with a story about a young farmer kid saving a man off the east coast from a ship wreck. The adventures described made me want to run away and started my reading anew in adventure books. The boy saved the man and the man gave him the world and he could afford to eat out at locations and have physical fun that only a farm boy could dream about. Partying with royalty, sleeping with women of interesting character the first letter was seven pages long detailing so much venting and opportunities that I re-read that life story all about school, religion, and dreams. The hand writing was at first difficult to read and with little time to be alone with them I did not chance their discovery. During this school year I hide them. Sports were something I did not excel at but that was how I was babysat during these days after school. I just dreamed by re-reading the letter and adventure books that were not part of the letters. I made a decision not to open another letter for year wanting to enjoy the stories over time instead of devouring them all at once.
Mr. Babsy was just fourteen years old for his first letter description which was exotic in content and started when he was young. The description of how some of Mr. Babsy women friends were paid for their services caused dreams for the farmer boy these letters pages described his arousal and his worldly experiences in the world. The letter was my first experience finding out at a young age erotic content of the letters more interesting then pictures. The letter dated 1916 the world was a strange exotic world in the letters and brought more dreams then were appropriate for all those who read them. Mr. Babsy had experience that made him a physical man while all that I was still too young to understand everything I read. I was a tall kid still turning 11 learning from letters how the real world worked and why or what to say in the 20s versus 59 years in the future. At my time and age in the 80’s work was hard to come by and experience was something to ask for not be given to a kid at the age of almost 11 versus a life necessity that Mr. Babsy grew up in.
Anyway by this time I had reread the letter enough to understand its neat cursive hand writing I had decide to venture in the world. This time my mom provided the solution by sending me to Ekalaka, Montana bible camp a place that drops off the end of the world and near enough to be the end of the world. There I had my first opportunity to spend some money.
Lairs and religions make the world go around. Girls turning to women are interesting to most if not all boys. There was a girl named Amy. Her voice perfect as an angel sang religious hymns daily at the camp sites meetings. Her smile cute if I had the chance I would have been Romeo. However her being a southern bell made her charmed by a Georgian boy older than me. There in the religionist camp things not spoken about happened between them. What humor to hear about something read about but not experienced and being able to listen but not do anything in the real world? But I had no one to tell or care. What a life to live a religious one.
Religion is funny it demands something belief then lets you down. Babsy in 1916 found a bird skeleton that was a cross between a dinosaur and current bird. He gave the creature to a museum and that sort if gave him an idea that religious timeline was bunk or not real. The letter showed how his belief in something realization that the belief is not worthless is a story all on its own. The letter 1916 describing the years end Babsy was involved in a famous party with rich people. At this party Babsy was introduced to a General Smith. Also Babsy meet a woman there, a countess. They danced and sang and she was delighted with Babsy. Anyways true love and or infatuation caused him to be more of a romantic. The two were in a bedroom scene that was quiet explicit in details. Anyways the countess had a husband not introduced till later in the letter. At which point Babsy and General Smith both fled the countess’ room.
General Smith being old wealthy, famous to some extent gave Babsy some advice after both of them had just been chased from the countess’s room. The humor evidently was great the details a bit more than two pages long and Babsy toke Smith advise to heart. Anyway Christmas was upon me. For Christmas I decided to read another letter. I spent that Christmas night in a box outside a plastic tree in the living room hoping for a good Christmas gift. But the sad tale I waiting hoping to be given more than was given to charity or spent on the dog’s food for that month for that Christmas was nothing good.
Princess if I had to dream of the perfect woman
reality, she would not come close to you.
Indeed, reality of time is a special moment with you
need a hero to fight your villain's woman
costly gowns woven exactly for your
Eternity is only a life living with love of laughter with you
sixteen ages are Disney magic age of a girl to woman
Silver screen Cinderella, Sleepy Beauty, Snow White turning to women
eternity is living love with laughter together for all of your
Silver screen beauty queens turned to woman
and princesses being heroines, heroes or to need danger
need a reminder no one goes into there, there is danger
Dragons are tangible danger
Dragons are real
reality is but a moment in time caught, in fact,
All life living within love of laughter is reality
girl you are a princess to the right hero
Only Disney heroes win in the end of reality
need a reminder just to look for a love in this day and age actually really?
Silly live for the moment within love of laughter for that moment is reality.
Humans should not meddle in the in the affairs of dragons ... humans after all taste good with ketchup...A book is a magic portal to another dimension- taken a book is better than any drug to be high on for to read brings about imagination and dreams. The secret is not to tell those that could reach this stage but to hold onto this reality a bit by bit to make it yours. It is first responsibility of dreamers to question the authority of those seeking to enter. Secrets after all are only true when one and only one knows them.
To reach these secrets visiting a person that happens to see the world a little differently such as a poet, writer, or those just a bit off and talking with them happens to open their minds to ideas. Think before thinking becomes illegal. Read before they burn or destroy the books again... Imagine before the end...
Do not wish, not to know. Because you prefer to remain unenlightened, to better be a cow slaughtered in the dark. The end was here and a poor poet I am. A hero to no one who remembers. However, within my imagination, I am someone as important as the next person an influencer of good with a little naughty on the side. Someone you are pleased to know of but do not really know for sure. For how can one know a poet’s heart when his words on paper stray from politics to famous people to a cartoon drawn just recently by noon? To say I am recognizable is a short statement to those that read tiny articles or notes pinned here and there. Alternatively, poor poetry sent to people that had half a mind not read it for what is a poet, but a small person within himself caught by today’s light and in the night as unbalanced as a mad hatter at a tea party with Alice in Wonderland So few actually remembers days as a poet nor see through his eyes how the world was changing due to people lack of kindness or rareness. Shame is but sadness today. Forgotten is the way to be true and heart-felt best friends to a mad hatter.
I am currently unsupervised I know, it freaks me out too. but the possibilities are endless. Blessed are the weird people-- poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters, troubadours-- for they teach us to see the world through different eyes. So you are okay with the government having the weaponry to annihilate all life on earth.. But you are upset with someone that owns a rifle that holds 30 rounds? When someone tells me I live in a fantasy world, I take that as a compliment. Never be afraid to sit awhile and think. The most precious jewels you will ever have around your neck are the arms of your children. Can you handle all this awesomeness? We are each given a limitless capacity to love and attain wisdom. The extent we use these gifts is our choice. One can not be spiritually fulfilled until another animal has touched one's soul. "YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH PEOPLE'S MINDS" writer's block when your imaginary friends stop talking to you. clint the world is an odd place now a days. Is it life of ease just losing its ease. or is it life just being w
Do your research. Read stimulate your mind. Challenge yourself. Don’t just be puppets on a string. I might be crazy but crazy is better than stupid. I am the same person I was before you found out I have a mental disorder. Crazy people do not know they are crazy. I know I am crazy therefore I am not crazy, isn't that crazy. Welcome to my page! Straight jackets are on the left and meds are on your right and keep your hands off my crayons. You do not need to be yourself here. Pick a personality that would fit you and try it on. Some days I color outside the lines and other days I color within the lines. Now accepting applications: for partner in crime. Must be a fluent smart ass and little to no morals kids language please and partial nudity is up to you. Also you must by Happy. The six voices in my head do not want that goofy character. Be happy all the time it drives people crazy. You meet me on the internet. I do live in a gated community. I have taken up photography because it is the only hobby where I can shoot people and cut their heads off without going to jail. There is only so much insanity you can blame on the full moon. The rest is just everyday bat shit crazy people being themselves. Being happy doesn’t mean everything is going good. It just means the drugs are working. I like being at home in my own little world with my books, kids, and wife. The real world is full of too many assholes. Good friends offer advice and words of wisdom. Real friends come over unannounced with vodka, chocolate, glitter, duct tape, cat suits, explosives and a plan. If you’re happy and you know it, what combination of prescription medication are you on? Every family has one weird relative. If you don’t know who it is, then it is probably you- welcome to the family.
Dear Octavia Estelle Butler,
There is little time to deal with the enormous subject of science fiction turning into reality as we see from DWave computing to opening portals at CERN is possible. In this short time our words in a science fiction deal directly with what is happening in reality. Meaning we dream it, as potential and within 4 to 40 years, it is potential is either come and gone, or in reality, it is looking us in the face. This is the age-old question which science fiction I thought was to develop and be the for front of exploration the human’s potential or possibility has humankind gone too far too fast?
I am writing as a writer of science fiction to you generally idea that anything fictional about technology will be possible in the future. The examples are many time-travel Dr. Anderson websites seems to indicate the designs and probabilities are there attached link. http://www.andersoninstitute.com/time-warped-fields.html Magic portals if you read Mandela effect articles and realize that most of those people’s minds have been swapped with a different person someplace meaning parallel universe or earths per Schrödinger’s speech in the 1950s predicting a parallel universe.
Henceforth, we can download the compassionate soul or memories of a person with a computer for potential extended life and possible unlimited dreaming and or soul searching. Connecting that downloaded soul into a computer or android is the next step. The recent latest news articles on sex droids taking out the human population by reducing the intimacy of marriage and desire for company of the human race.
As the human race goes to and fro in this world with its, orderly people going about their business under free thoughts and expression and with so much tolerance and fair play in laws and customs, it is startling and fearful to realize that science fiction has reached a point where humanity is no longer safe in their homes.
For nearly several decades, the world has not seen a major world war. The armies, navies, and air force has provided a defense against all great nuclear war. Now science fictional robots, droid, and computers are taking over that last bit of human preserved freedom through automation. The emotional pang of science fictional characters’ robots, droids, and computers stabbing us is all we see in causing us all to be in mortal danger.
What should humanity do? Science fiction thought that best way to escape reality and explorer a better future with vivid descriptions has now come back to haunt humanity's younger generations. Taking their work, stopping progress in none technological fields and destroying families at the cost of money and purposes evil design on humanity. All teaching should be useful in preventing this from happening but instead teachers are now being done away with and the computer screen not carrying and non emotional is taking over that too. How to stop science fictional world from taking anew humanities very soul is at stake at present and no one is speaking out against. Everyone is to be connected to their Iphones or screens to realize the immediate danger that is happening that the world is collapsing around us and that family, friends are no longer there it is only a screen.
Would science fiction be physical invader people would look at the disconnect of humanity from other humans and call it evil. That we read screens instead of talking and answering each other instead of sending smiley faces has destroyed the human race. And it all started with a science fictional dream to cause things to interact with people, and take humanities place in the world.
However, even if science fiction provided for a better world of sorts, humanity has lost its friendship, empathy, connectivity, emotional development of creating friends. I feel the worlds coming destruction can be linked back to science fiction dreams of developing something which no one paid attention to until it was to late and no one could pull the plug nor wanted to pull the plug because of humanity death is closer than we expect. People might say, it seems to me, “you are nuts; we are better off with computers than you. You seem taken care of, we are happy with a screen of science fictional tales. You have been crying the sky is falling without it falling all these years; we see the screen and science fiction as our deity not the true creator of things.” Above all this claiming that dream turning into reality is what humanity wants I would ask are you weak minded, and not able to see you are losing yourselves to a screen.
It is but seventy years since these neighbours of ours were flushed out in science fiction nearly the entire world has them now, and if we were at war, it would take almost the whole world to defeat them. Now computers are arming with the utmost speed, and ready to their virtual hands in every brand new lamentable weapon of the air, ground, and navy against which humanity has no defense, and before which women and children, the weak and frail, the pacifist and the jingo, the warrior and the civilian, the front line trenches and the cottage home, all lie in equal and impartial peril.
Nay, worse still, for with the new weapon has come a fresh method, or rather has come back the most evil method of ancient barbarism, namely, the possibility of compelling the submission of humankind by terrorizing human civil population; and, worst of all, the whole civilized world is their prey.
Realization is in facts, hard, grim, indisputable facts, and in the face with these facts, I ask again, will science fiction and the creation out of science fiction does away with humanity?
There are those who say, “Let the poor be ignored, Let us leave non technological advances behind.” This statement shows the lack of realization on how close mankind and humanity as a whole is at peril. Shortly all around, everyone, and everything will be connected. Technology from science fiction will soon be everywhere will force a decision, whether it is better to live without the comforts of science fictional development or live a life where we as a human race are connected, empathic towards one another. For with no human empathy and friendship the screen and science fiction will have damned the human race.
Thank you kindly for listening to my concerns on science fiction,
Humbly
Clinton R. Siegle
Winter sliding down the hill is my type of fun,
in fact, building a seven-foot snowman on top of the hill is fun
need some hot chocolate and slush wet boot is wonderful entertaining
time to hock up the rope to the back of a pickup and surf the street's type of amusing
evergreen trees brushing closely to your face type of fun
reality winter is almost always fun.
Debbie Reynolds president of the Thalians
ever Greek muse smiling at the face of chance
born in Texas, she was the star of Texas
became an actress, a film historian, a business woman a dancing star.
In reality, she was Charlotte from Charlotte's webs voice.
Eternity remembered Debbie Reynolds holds a wonderful singing voice.
Reynolds a lovely mothers face
ever singing musical voice.
You will be missed Mrs. Reynolds voice
National Board Review won
open your hearts which Debbie won
live within love which her acting won
dear audience remember her.
She was a great actress.