Thursday, December 29, 2005
Christmas Marx train Layoutt
Many hobbies provide the writer and visual artist source information. They can also stimulate imagination. They can also provide a relief from mental blocks or negative destructive feelings about ones works. I find this true in painting and writing after anew wrecks on my small 027 gauge Train setup.
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Friday, December 23, 2005
Merry Christmas to Everyone and to Everyone a Goodnight!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Some Recent Thoughts
Eleven Reasons to Get Firefox
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Socialism in the United States
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Sunday, December 18, 2005
Is Bush Right!
One looks like a freak.
and disregared as meek
Another a hsnsome Saint,
Make sseeing people faint.
You try the truth to find.
Do they speak their mind?
Do words goodness hear?
Like calling you a daer.
Or deeds truth do they tell,
Which person goes to Hell!
Or gets elected by the people!
and disregared as meek
Another a hsnsome Saint,
Make sseeing people faint.
You try the truth to find.
Do they speak their mind?
Do words goodness hear?
Like calling you a daer.
Or deeds truth do they tell,
Which person goes to Hell!
Or gets elected by the people!
Friday, December 16, 2005
The Bear
Hi, Did you wonder where I have been?I was off in the world doing sin.
Danced with the devil and the bear.
All of us the mouthy world to tear!
Past the trees with bending limbs
Seeing leaves the wind trims
Then the sun breaks the night
God sends his words of light
Driving the devil away, He returns The bear .
To a beautiful world that we care
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Merry Vmas from Me!
HumBlug! This is how I feel today Wife to work at Nursing home on Christmas.My trip is cancelled to see grandchild, Carol.Tuesday, December 13, 2005
The Deer problem
The deer were eating everything in sight!
All the predators were gone Humans were not allowed to kill them in any way. Only nature ruled due to the law. The laws of nature were passed After an election. The Green Peace ` promised less government and more morality. Laws were passed to protect us from our selves. No one was to eat meat or use wood. Gardening was subsidized. Lawns had been turned into gardens; Homes now were now built below ground. This enabled more land to be farmed. The homrs used less energy for heating and cooling. Onyx Greenhouses were exempt. The green house became the living room for the family.
He was one of the old breeds of humans. He had lived long due tto animal replacement organs.. They were now outlawed. Men and wemen died at an early age. This was deemed nessary by the government. His wife had some stem cell replacement this was now not admissible. It was explained as immoral to extend life. Only the body was allowed grew and replaced organs. Also microcrobes did the rest of the restoration. The young were different, not in the way there mind worked,but theor bodies were evulving. Both of them thought that immorality was just fine for them!
Marija liked to organize She was a civil engineer during the Soviet Empire. When that system failed she moved to the old country of the United states of North America. That was before the artic melted. .. The AIDS Virus had been controlles but there was a Panadenic wauting in the wings of life. She saw the suffering and decided to be a nurses assistant. Humen were then worth more than machines. In the background of evens lay the deer obscured by other more important worries.
He had owmed many cars They had been called Nash Rambler,Hudson and Ford. They were gone. Now just a memmoty to most or just an imagr om a viewer. He had secreatly kept his Old Checker Cab in an bunker used in the great conflict. A large machune to store. But he was locky to find a rust free place for it. These machines were a rarety. Most transport was opened by public trans[prt authority. To have your own trasport was a expensive luxuary. If the government knew a tax was issued for this privilege. Voiceless were all repaved with magnetic field drives. The linear induction miter was now protected for land transport, Air columns were used as armatures of the moters, therefore no moving parts. just magnetism elimating friction, This transport seemed ideal, except if you ram into a bird or one of those dame deer!
Monday, December 12, 2005
I will kill my Wife!
I hate Fish
I am fifty, sitting in my favorite chair. It is a rust colored recliner chair of old. This comfort stirs my thoughts of the day.
Suddenly I want to go fishing! Why not, I am free! My wife is out.
Jumping up I search for my fishing gear! There is what I need!
Now where to fish and for what? I remember the bridge over the stream. It is in the neiborhood. Someone has said that a huge catfish lives in the stream.
Excited I hustle to go. Leaving the house. I slammed the door! The burden of fishing gear makes me sweat with glee.
Knowing the bridge is blocks away, I move quickly before dark. I curse my load. its heavy!
Arriving on the bridge I set my gear out to fish. I rush to cast my heavy-duty line with its bait.. The catfish here are big!
AHA! something strikes my hook! It must be a monster! The weight of it tears at my arms. My heart pounds. The battle begines!
Huffing and puffing I try to reel im my prize. I wonder how large is this catch?
Iit seems like the battle with my prey is a lifetime. The creature weakens. I am getting the upper haqnd!
As I reel in my enemy, I feel shock! Now disappointment and remorse hits me. As the fish nears me there is disbelief.disbelief. The fish. fat and has spines. I want to throw it back!
I grab the fish to free it from my line. It wounds me. Hastly ,I throw her back in to the water.! I feel disgust and hatred.
Packing up my gear I rush home. My wife will miss me.Why is it dark? The lights are not on at home! Where is my wife? I search the house. she is nowhere to be found. I am exausted. So I slump back into my favorite chair, dropping into a deep sleep.
The loud sound of the door bell awakes me. I slowly stunble to the door. I open it.
A policeman stands befor me!. His fafce is sad and stern.
After a few long moments, He speaks. I must inform you that your wife is dead. She has drowned!
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Friday, December 09, 2005
Merry Christmas from thr Master & the Dragoon
Thursday, December 08, 2005
See My Art
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also click on previous blogs if new!
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Christmas was outlawed in the U.S.S.R.
Kitchen of Plant Man!
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Thursday, December 01, 2005
I am happy as can be
I am happy as can be,
because I have thee.
No matter the year,
you are still near.
Join me and thee,
Under our tree.
because I have thee.
No matter the year,
you are still near.
Join me and thee,
Under our tree.
