People laugh and laugh.. Until you realize people did die of playing Pirates of Caribbeans in my reality..

The oddity is I thought I use to be connected to almost all these people. Facebook, linkedin, etc. And now? i wonder in my mind. Is it me or my mind has lost track of them or they I? It is a curious thing. To go from pirates that would argue over a silly game enough that in some realities I recall people driving hundreds of miles to settle a duel. An now? I seek those pirates of ole.. For I feel like adventuring again.. In yet? My mind and my body grow old. Maybe this is it? Maybe the new age? The day of judgment did you avatar Clint, Clinton, Clinton R Siegle perform to your bestest ability in hell and there after in the valley of the shadow of death? To be honest Lord I think I might have taken a wrong turn at the bathroom and I am not sure really how I got here. I was planning on stealing candy from a babe or sailing a shopping cart across the parking lot full of water.. Oh if only the Lord will laugh and say.. You did as best as you could to this day. In yet? I fear I failed yet again. To think of deja vu and what lies within. Seven spirits? Try many a more. For we have all ventured through that great door. To see what is at the end of the golden road. That instead of lions, tigers, and bears oh my.. It says Wolves, UFOs, and zombies is quite a surprise. To change from Zachariah to Zechariah means a chang in age. And I have seen many of those through my journeys an journal these days. Talks of this is this or that is that and I wonder to this day. What the day of the end of humanity will be like in these final ages? That I will pass? I doubt it. However, I will give it that ole college try. One for the money two for the show three to get ready and here we go. To think reality is changing daily now. Time is not a fixed spot or date. The battle of Hastings? 996 1006 or 1066? You pick your reality with care. For someone died differently in each of the same battles just different years. What? I am unique and without me the world will not go on? I laugh to myself and realize I am gone. That no one shall care about a little pirate teddy bear. Who once sailed the shopping carts across the great seas. A legend in his own mind I would assume. For no one will recognize him is their great doom. For to be remembered by a teddy bear or bear is to be dreamed about for a long long time. Whether here or there or in the dream world not here. A sadness falls on the teddy bear. To think and dwell on all that is lost. A mirror reality an imaginary game. Where everyone felt they were unique and all the same. To realize a soul within these mirror worlds and to play the great game of house of lords. Is something a small teddy bear pirate once purposed. Did he do it? It depends? How long have you been reading me to this great end? A planet is hidden behind the mirror weaponary platform called a sun. To think they are burning down 3/4ths of the trees to get the bible done. To those hidden away in their bunkers today. I would say. Be warned even evil ones do say you will be dragged out and eaten alive when this evil plot fails in every way. For God wins in the end and the Lord is Lord of lords in the end to this day. In this reality? I have no idea to this day. For no man knowth that great day. An ending of sorts of this crazy backwards dream. Of a teddy bear pirate lost within an imaginary holographic dream.