Good day fellow humans of text and written word, may the grace of life and consciousness give you a adaptive joy this day. More-so if you have found a great peace and a great love of self, others, existence and creation. For the burden of joy is not on the world to bear but the joy is something that is burden-some to each of our own. So be not tied to a place or thing, as the greatest words ever fathomed. It is not a matter of where you are, pain is not transitory, you are there and all things you are is going with you. For this means that running is not a solution to the conflicts of self, it is to be steadfast and stoic when we stand as we are.
The day is moving along wonderfully and I have much left to do and have much left to accomplish, but this must be done, as my favorite humans are to be attended too. The tasks before me is not many but time is being devoured by them in no small amount, for some come with quick answers, some come with lengthy dues to be paid in time. The fire is the next thing to be started, the house gets a bit chily at night if the fire is not going as we turn the furnace down to about 10^c so I am assured to make sure that the fire is goin gat least by early afternoon. Just so the night, and early morning to be quite chilled, that makes for a slow day.
So the time taken today to spend with you and the times spent is wonderful. It sounds like a foolish thing to say but sitting here pondering the next word to type and have become my legacy. They are art of life and the tales of a fool is something that matters a lot. It is not fallout of a major means, just a fallacy of my being and a hope that one day these words are read by many as it is nice to have a word in this world of many things said, I wish to only be one of many who has words read.
However the world turns and not all dreams are to come true, sometimes when we shoot for the stars we find ourselves in the vast creations of happenstance, those might be more enlightened then the stars we thought we the brightest. Why I only hope to have a home for my family, a home for a loving set of people who are not all bound by blood, but bound by something that means more. Family and its ability to become something more then all creation, as creation does not hold your hand in sickness, creation does not celebrate victory or come with tears of failure. That is family and its creations to help bring forth the best in us. Not the failures of dictations of godliness, nor the outcome of dedications to a singular ideal. It is not one of hate, not of love, but one of acceptance and evolution. How to grow with out the fertilizer that comes with death and decay, that is impossible, so to woe the lost is the adaptations of death and hope of new life. We are not godly, we are not divine, we are something better, we are human. We have thought and means to come to great revelations and great moments of development. However cost is a concept that is never ending, for it is death is the cost but new life is the reward.
In all things I try to find the simple reasons for being, a reason that is more acceptable then the fight for the darkness to be held at bay. I do think one day we will find it. I however don’t think the answer is out is some mysterious cave found on a distant planet. It is already in all of us, we just fear the journey, as the journey though ourselves is the hardest we will ever face.
Until later as I have much to do and soon I come back to your essence I love so much.
Thank you if you took the time to listen and also thank you for even just looking quickly at them. I will have about 6 more hours to do. The book is of decent length and has become quite the enthralling tale so far. However I must also take this time to be of written word and not the spoken. Just as I always want this place to be.
So the day moves along as if the cosmic tides are still coming into shore bringing us gifts of the great depths of the ocean of stars. Forgiven is the times we spent thinking we are the creatures to dictate the twisted nebulas to be contributed to one of our makeshift gods. As in great movements in the stars are but a flicker of light we take centuries to notice. A dim and barley notice twinkle of a far off and unknown source, that was the death of a species that is of greater means then any human could ever think of. The elimination of a culture that has figured out the transitionary quantum mechanics of the universe, have bound to the stars and came back home and reported great adventures of great hope and death. All to burn up in a flicker of light in our eyes, but the devastation of a unknown black hole that quickly took all the innovation of millions of creatures over millions of years. From replicators to end all needs of all breathing life, to the ability to cure all disease and pain with but a ointment, to have the perfect child to each parent though gene manipulations. To the very means to live forever or die when chosen to die. All taken by the absolute eraser of creation, all taken in and forgotten as the hawking radiation is not even containing the very genetic material that they even ever existed. Perfection erased by chance.
This to mean that we are part of a system that is not kind or cruel, just is. For the fear that so many has felt do to the realized meaninglessness of life and all its creations. To have the mind set that a thing in the uncontrollable collective of stars and planets, black holes and neutron starts. All things that are but a slight shift in direction to our erasure of our existence, in all that is us. The very atomic structure of our beings and all time that has pasted will be reduced to a set of unresolvable torn universal structure.
It is what is, what is, is what will remove us. If you think a god is devout to us with what we know of physical realm is much like the god Gor faced, from the movies obviously, a pittance to the creatures that worship it. As stated, All things that worship him will die, have died, and yet more will come, either from the means of a gods hand to create its own servants. Or curiosity of another and more travesty base planets to watch as they toil for the acceptance of a being far beyond them. That or kill in the name of such a creature to be enthused by the sacrifices of life just to perhaps see their unseen ruler. Then boredom would be the end of that system, end of all the knowledge and all the thought.
What I mean to travers to your mind and thoughts, I wish not to hold the answers that all things are not just by a god we created, a creature of great benevolence. Nothing extra ordinary of this being, just time, time to become greater then us through the trials of evolution. Ants are not bound to worship us, a creature controlling all the aspects of home, life, death and desire. We see them as nothing, a factory set unit to live in a chemically induced work ship with each other. I fail to see the differences in the overall difference of means. We may not be induced by chemicals, but fears of death and disease. To sacrament we give so much in a non physical ideal that is not but the same as a ant to a queen. Not knowing why, not knowing the source, not knowing the means and not knowing if its right. Just toiling away at what we have perceived to be right.
Who knows I may be a crazy old ginger with no real sense of the world. I am happy to just think of such things.
Tranquility and having a home to love, the resounding echo’s of thought and conclusions’ of manifested desires. Foundations of sapiens that have become a shadowy reminder that we not dwell in caves anymore, but lay in front of fire places and the couches that have memories of love, lust and desire. The fountain called a sink, the cloth covered in a scent obscure of means, bars of bacterial elimination and fainted cleanliness. Something new and yet the old have become immune to its desire to protect and has created a monster of divine elimination. Without man, god is a fringe concept, without these bars of cleanliness and the fountains in homes that we cleanse ourselves in. We would be but not to the fallen before us, the mighty and the yearlings. Fret the cost of cleanliness is closest to godliness. For we should never want the desires of mankind’s creations, godliness is not next to cleanliness, but to the stain of a door step who’s name called by a kingdom greater then belief, a kingdom of iron and brass.
To the day I find great joy in the values of time, up and about I have a fire to start and a house to clean but that is all in due time, foundations have to be set in stone and concrete to have value in what stands above it. The cold and the white indicators of frost and creeping ice becomes a mornings treatment. A movie of silent death and screaming joy, From hills of the young sliding down on plastic means, the packed snow becoming a icy means of fun. Speed and safety are brought together to form some of the greatest times that the cold death can provide without cost of limb or digit.
For the times past, a set of seconds and minutes before us, after us, and the endless rotations of a sphere that we are fathomed beyond the conceptual. We bask in the sightless space between our system of planetary devotions on a plain that is our home. A disk that has age before us that is incalculable in our feeble concepts of time and liberty. We cannot conceive a time that has yet to be born. A time beyond our current means but the means of many in the stars.
Let the cold and frozen ground be the ambitions to seek more, ice is a devourer of life but the preserve of biological ancestors that lay before us with a lost life that would be never be know to anyone but the ice that engulfs body and mind.
To the end of the page I must come and to reflect and continue on with the day and progress must not be stalled by the means of man-kinds weakness, but the things that make for life must be done and not forgotten.
Good day you wonderful, loving, and explorative humans you. How this day started off so wonderfully and continues to be so. From getting laundry started, dishes started, room cleaned up, mom is working on Christmas decorations. Just a good November day. The doggos are happy to have my pillows to lay on and has taken over the bed. That is ok, as Mr. Arrow, The best puppers ever.
Such a good boy as he snuggles down and avoids morning’s by all means. Just wants to have a laydown and sleep until at least noon. As he is getting older he really just loves to have a lay down in the same room as someone else in it. Just to make sure the peoples are doing good as we watch him to make sure he is a happy doggo. That is not hard, he just wants love.
The room is mostly done and I have hit a wall of epic tired state and I am not sure why. That is ok, as the day is Sunday, naping is a thing that can be done.
Ummm, I napped too hard…… That is ok as I am being lazy. However that does not mean I still don’t have things to take care of. Just another day in the life of me. I do need to start eating more as I have not eaten yet today and I am getting really bad at not eating much if anything during the day. Just lots and lots of coffee. So I do have to change that, make my way on being a bit more healthy and more able to put on some weight. I am eating so little staying awake has become a issue and that is not good.
So onto the more um lets say good things, I have almost got my room cleaned up and moved around a bit. just to help with the smell. I call it eessence of a ginger, all else call it stink. They just don’t have refined sniffer. I am sticking with that as well.
Well blankets are done as well as the sheets, got the clothing in now and then make the bed when the sheets are dry. I am also washing pillow cases and have to deal with the task of making them smell like me again. Just because I like the way of a old pillow with your own scent on it. A comfort like no other.
All in all I am a happy critter today who just ate and is now feelin glike doing something. Either start a fire or maybe just work on things on the computer. I have options and I will evaluate them all and see what I can do.
Behold the coffee worshipers and their Chibi-Thulu leader, for they are the true great ones, the ones who have created a drink worthy of a god, the cup o coffee system of belief is the only one I chose to believe in. I should make some tenets to follow for the bean god it the friendliest god of all the pantheons.
So I am feeling a bit better today and have become functional and able to get shit done. I have lots of firewood brought in to stack and more and more wood to bring to the hot tent so the monsters are always warm. The chickens are going to have a full day in the sun and not stuck inside for most of the day. Poor Chimkins. So lots to have done today and I am happy to get that shit done. I have to have breakfast first too and make sure that I am getting all the foods I need. Just a busy day with lots to think about and lots to do.
I am thinking as well to have the wood stove going to make a pretty good breakfast. I am getting quite hungry and I want to make sure the fire going first. Just because it has been a couple days since I have done the fire and the house is feeling a little damp. So this must be done as it is really nice to have the heat of a woodstove. It is more penetrating through the body then any other type of heat. Makes the body just relax, fire is a best thing to have in life. Keeps you warm, protects you and gets rid of evidence……. Wait, What???? lmfao.
However I shall be back in a bit as I have to go and get started with the day, I want to come back and have some time with you loverly people. I truly do find more peace in life when I can spend some time with you.
Well I am unsure how to describe this, So when my body is having a bad day it feels like some of my organs are not working right and I am curious if anyone who knows what this is like can help explain it to me. (context as well. I am not stoned and I do not get stoned when I feel like this and I do not drink.)I am very confused and have a hard time to understand it. My heart feels very weak and can not keep up with the body. As if my heart has a limiter to a very low heart rate and body can not function. When I try to walk I am phasing between consciousness and not knowing how I got place to place. I just notice that I know I wanted another coffee and then I just kind of “wake up” with a hot coffee in my hand and I am in the kitchen. Then as I sit down and find myself again I have to consciously breath at times because I am feeling like forgot to breath subconsciously and body is catching back up with breathing and I gasp.
That is the worst feeling I suffer from, when I am sitting in a locked position, arms at my side and legs raised up a bit so my tablet can sit on my lap. I have to stop typing time to time as it seems with long thoughts I am forgetting to breath and have to stop writing and return to catching my breath. Now I do not feel like I ran a marathon but as if I was stuck in a very low oxygen room and can not breath deep enough to fully oxygenate all organs. So it leaves me feeling like I am not able to operate as I do not have the body parts that can function as they are all running on the most bare limit and trying to run more parts is causing others to crash. Just any ideas would be lovely to hear.
So all in all the day has ended and I think I am going to be up late, I will now writing late into the night. So the story I am working on will get lots of updates tonight, so that is a positive. I will also be able to have some time to myself and have music playing and do not have to worry about people trying to talk to me. I do not want to be rude but I need to isolate from other noise as it makes my brain chase sounds to understand them when the brain is unable to do so, so it causes it a short circuit in a way and I lose consciousness again. So the simple harmony music and the world shut out in the various noises that take too much to separate.
So I am just thinking of getting up and getting something to eat and see if my body has the ability to shift enough will to swallow foods and such. Yeah that sometimes gets difficult, to eat is sometimes when I am like this is almost seems like I have a block in my neck that stops food going down and I cant eat. Thank goodness for liquid meals, I not sure if I can live without them. Some times its two or three days till I can eat right again. So sometimes I have to become fluid diet mainly for a few days.
All in all the music is nice as it is just followed along with the background sounds of rain and keeping my heart and mind collected in a functional means. Soft piano is wonderful in the means of keeping things together, somehow it is the one thing I have found to bring back heart rate back to a slow but functional amount to keep me conscious and aware of things. Starting to feel the pings of hunger and desire for food has come and I do need to get nutrition so I do not fade and become even more weakened.
So I shall be back with more work on the stories and I am sure to have another post ready soon and see how you are all doing.
Good morning you wonderful beings of life, How I hope that your day is treating you kindly and has not shadows cast upon it. Waking up this morning it feels like hundreds of tiny fist beat the crap out of all my tissues that lay under my skin. So today is not a day of progress but a day of “owie” and just relax and consume lots of good food to help repair the body. Can not have a bunch of bad days in a row as that would put too much behind schedule. So today is the only day I can take off from the regular and the unusual to help the season changes.
So dishes did get done and I do have very little to do as the robots are doing a great job on the floor, The dishes are being washed by the dishwasher and not by hand, I like by hand as it is a good way to make sure things are clean. Sometimes dishes are not clean coming out of the washing device. I think that hand washing is quicker and is better then any device. You can look at each dish and the machine cannot. So just by common sense would dictate that doing them by hand is just better.
The puppies are being lazy too and have not much to say today, they are happy that the house is cleaned and they can lay where ever they want, they have their own places depending on the day, silly puppies. However they are a great set of fur bearing anti depressants and have great powers in the ways of curing bad days. They are gifts of evolution and development. The day is just good enough to get more done and make sure I don’t have too much piling up on the list of tasks. Would not take too much to keep that up for one day, just to repair myself.
So one thing I have to do today is break out the lintels and beans to make more melody of various vegs and such for building up fat and weight over the winter. Energy burns quick in the cold and I want to have lots of energy over the winter as it will help with overall health. That and I have to order dried veggies for the means of having them in the mix as well. Things are never easy and if they are it is not worth it. Easy means either cheep, broken, your are the product or it is defective and you will buy more to just maintain product placement. I am not a fan of that, I rather have a price that reflects how long something will last, not how much it cost me because of human greed.
However I do think I have to depart and just close my eyes for a bit, I am starting to just pass out sitting here, so I rather lay down if I am going to just randomly pass out and not fall out of the chair. A experience that I have had before. It is not fun,
In current year, what ever it may be, that is irrelevant. To the fair minded thoughts of the existence, it’s a damnation of being with a noted wick we compare to others. Adding more and more to the twisted infirmary of being is quite cute. Unraviling a slow insanity bound in all things of thought, of being. Each time words are attempted to be bound unto the sensation of sight it is burned from the very essesnce of time. Of what all things are bound to, only bindings of thought are truly free.
Sight lay over a heap bounded paper, folds in barring away any notion of the writings it once held. Slight movement beneath the fibers that give echo to the life beneath it. Burden of life is a echo of past glory, a sent out thought that life its self has become corrupted, almost diseased with knowledge and knowhow of the current existence. Foremost the sun still burns the day away, fore the night still holds the chilled wind that lifts dust to the air the ones cursed with life. Beams of light cut the dust with its reflective ways, a effect of the twisting notion of laws of existence breaking.
The revenant of humanity, lost in hope while waking. To be enfeebled by the lack of proper satiation leaves a mind burdened with dissociation, hope lost to the neathers of the mind. Bones encased in a organic suit, beholder of the thought, a human pulls aside a covering only mold would ever call a blanket. Pale skin, nails yellowed, knuckles stained with the excraments of time. Sliding off the coverings a layer of stale cloth moves within great resistance of the body and mind, a being slowly begins to take form in the rays of light that burn thoughout the broken, stagnate air. Eyes stained by the broken vessels that carry the paternity of this being. Brown hair, though truly not known if its the refuse of the world or if the hair truly held the copper stained bronze filament.
Looking around the small enclosure, once a toll booth, the lad groans in conciouness. Clearing the dried flakes from the corners of his eyes, a sensation each time reminds him he still is cought in the living world. With a raised eyebrow looking around shows a simple enclosure. Like all booths of the past, just medicore in substance with two shelves holding what has become the few edible things left around. A beaten box of hambaerhelper and a can of tuna for breakfast. Not apitozing but knowing what others have done, its not a pet or family member. To that thought the lads idea of breakfast was ended. Reaching out to grab his meager suppilies, tossed into a grain bag, back packs have become unreliable and the time and resources fixing ripped fabric is not feasible. A final groan leaves the lads lungs as reaching out to pull himself up, pained joints and knotted tissues benith the skin leaves much to the wanted. With the boxes sliding off the lower frame, twisting his neck, bending slight over using his hand to bat off what ever dust and grime he can from such a, well, not so wondrful bed last night. Two layers of pants, rips and holes bountful in both, are held together by little give birth to dust and some kind of crums from who knows what fall to the floor. With a final stretch of the limbs the lad looks to the sun through the glass and knows time is limited of to refill his leather water pouch and one would hope more pants. Suprizingly the glass door still holds complete, the world welcomes him with the embrace of the scent of old bodies still in decay, the copper scent still fills the air of last night victems. Animals mostly these days, what humans are left are scarce. To the north is the town that might hold some goods and the east is the bridge the toll booth gave access too. West shows a simple two lane road that leads into the horizon. A grey smog takes away the visablity that would grant some sence of security when heading into the town, cant always have it his way the lads moans under his breath. The thoughts of pushing ahead and trying to find the will to lift his leg, into a unknown war of senses are ahead.
Door, light yet groans from the hinges say time without being maintained signals the door giving way to the world. Air humid with the decay of the dead laying in the window frames of the various shops. Skin, long ago leathered in the sun, holds tight to the bones, only torn strips of the torsos reveil the moist organs inside. Sights like this have long ago stopped curling the stomach, the smell, that scent can never be fought from curling the torsos organs into knots almost forcing vomit forth. The road ahead is covered with the refuse of what was what a race of normalcy. Folded newspapers becoming part of the pavement over the time of rain and being crushed by whatever passed it without notice. Tipped over caution cones and various cars plant themselves where once people did fight back. The chaos however was just as deadly as the takeover was as quicker then anyone could have thought of. Shuffling his bag onto his shoulders the young man looks to his first building he is hoping has some basic supplies he can use.
Strips of rags swinging in the wind as the lad reaches the front of the home hardwear store. Walking at a cautious pace, not knowing if this shop holds something more deadly then the blades once used for box cutters. Beast or man, each of them are just as fearsome as they are both rage filled and hold no quarter for other man or beast. Truly this world has become each for themselves as teams are just enemies who are not currently trying to kill you. With each thought, both adding the weight of fear to the reaching arm to grab the door handle, the door opens without the grace of silence. A moan and scraping of refuse on the ground as the door sweeps the refuse into a pile that will never be picked up. Fearing the waft of decay, the lad holds his breath until the slight discomfort in his lungs reminds him that air is essential for life. With a slight wift of the air a sigh of thanks as the smell it not any worse then the outside, no smell of human waste or the rotting flesh of one of the creatures that only roam the night. Reaching into the right inside pocket a flashlight reviled, pointing inside the shop, entering gave a slight sence of protection yet also a sence of fear of the unseen.
The beam of light cuts into the darkness with fingers of the unknown trying to reach into the light, burned back by a force they cannot understand. Crunching under the slow footsteps, glass callouts the lads location. This give a moment of hesitation as waiting for a call back from mankind or other. Skittering life, most likely some kind rodent or bug running to the various holes in the walls to escape any type of danger. Broken shelves leave little to the hope to find anything in some kind of useful condition. Rolls of tear off rags are ripped apart as if some massive kitten had its play before leaving. Moving further in from the door the smell of oil and other petrol liquids are spilled out on the floor. Soaking into the random objects that littler the floor that allow so. Cans without labels dress the ground with most leaking or emptied by some large creature, much more then a man would be, has taken this place to the hell it came from.
Light reflecting of the smashed aluminum can, a signature of a better time where processing and development and creation. Any idea of any food or provisions crush with the barren can, also brings forth not any worry that encountering anything like him or not like him being around. The wet tile are signatures of the ceiling having holes and letting the world break through a once sheltered home. Stagnate molded air, a departure of the rot that laid assault to the senses outside, was not relief but a migration to another trojan horse of lies in hope of the fresh air. Ending each isle is not but broken and Razors edged by the shearing of the metal. With the quite steps are the agile survivors best way to get around. Each step is not as one would have on the streets of old, more like a balance on the edge waving between the ball of the foot and the every gripping toes as if fearing the ever bounding gravity would fail. Tossed around like a childs toys, avoiding the torn bags and wrappers of each varitiy to suppress any way to aleart the things that may be stalking the isles well.
Sweat beads lace the brow as the lad as the last of the isles are cleared of any other beings that would cause any threat to the lad, a quiet sigh is all that shows the mountain amount of relief. Reaching to the inside of the rags adorned over the lads carapace, a molded leather notebook, a tomb of the minds escape into ideas of a survivors hope. Basic notes are always the best, complications over the basic of ideas are a virus to being able to make it through this new world of cursed existence. Quick look at the graphite scribblings note a need of coffee filters and a hope of finding some charcoal fish tanks filters. Even just those would help with the somewhat purification of water. Shadowed shelves are bent, torn out or even just smashed into the ground by something in a rampage for victims. Torn metal leaves for the reason for the torn flesh of both human and not. What looks like strings of leather but known to really be the dried skin of whatever left this store in its disarray.
Broken railings are a score to the eyes to have a place higher into the building and its habitants. The cloth and debris upon the ground are a softer the not compared to the grounds of broken glass that is still form a foe of the unnoticed if not careful. With stairs covered in a array of cloth and other torn sheets of sorts. Though later they will be gathered and ripped to strips for band-aids, even if they are used as a mock shoe to soften the harden ground. Shoes are not as common as others expect and feet being so delicate. Faux shoes are a necessity in the is land of improbable hope.
Tired stairs are filled with the groans of time and weight as the lad takes slow steps up to the next room trapped in the fog of war, as if a uninvited mist leaks into the rooms and sight of mind is filling each room with a set of unknown figures. Air ripped of its virgin stillness is given to the cracks in the wall that the outdoor wind cuts though and turns dust into tumble weeds of the air. Never the less each step to the upper level is a snapped fine string of sanity, each with the hope of a bountiful room of needs. The darkness only cut with rays of light show the stillness of the rooms gives relief of the mind. Stillness is not a friend of the living, even a breath of the most hidden creatures of light or dark leave the air in turbulence. With the slow wisps of air are a clear sign that the room is holding no creature, friend or foe.
Light steps become, quieter then the sound of the lads heartbeat in his ears. Not seeking to call into the void, from his belt slides out a small metal bar that has a leather handle. With the leather handle in his hand, the steps become lighter with each reaching step. The light is slowly becoming brighter as the eyes adjust, making the upper level. Showing that the shelves were mostly untouched, the shelves having stock. This being a great luck as new clothing and patch work is needed to be done, giving a hope that finding some water would be a great help to refresh for the rest of the day.
Moaning stairs call out to the empty store, Not a answer could be heard but the heartbeat of the rag laden lad. Broken hand rail, a blood and visera laid on the broken and sheered off railing. Hanging like a curtain, dried skin over the broken railing. Nothing new and nothing that has not been seen before. Like a stolen shirt, it is out of place but its new home is one of non permance as rot and decay will take all before the end.
The upper floor almost untouched shelves still containing boxes of merchandise, looks to be something of luck to be here. Each step a twisting wind follows the legs, turning the air as micro tornados lift the dust and give temporay life to the dead skin cells again. Death breathers, a running joke, every time you dust or vacuum, the dust in in the air is dead skin cells. Breathing the most likely dead back into your lungs. Disturbing but a notion blind to most. With silent breath each isle is studied carfully by the lad. A broken lamp and tossed boxes seem to be the general malaise of the upper floor. Mindful and aware, eyes darting to each potental box or tipped over container of what looks to be socks and underware. Both would be ran to by anyone of lesser mind. Creatures that roam the twilight and moonless night, abominations that have not a origin of no god or creator of life, but the essence of something made by the hand of mankind. For if made by a god or creator of life, then the life they see is not of kindness or kinship, but the living consuming each other for life. To devour each other so time is not a essence to them. That is not something devout to life, but devout to the ones who own life and consumes the weak to extend it.
Boxes line the walls and shelves, To open each one is a task that the lad would be second thought as the day is still lacking any water for nutrition and hydration. The main floor held no essence of aqua, the blue essence of life. Cracked lips and mouth corners split and showing signs of blood being the only liquid that passed the lips for days now. With fear of this being the last hope of any water to be found, even condensation on glass would be devoured right now to give even the slightest hope that the bone dry lips would feel the love of moisture again. Roaming the isles, a reductionist nightmare, each box contains everything but even the most flavored of fluid. The hope of any fluid quickly leave to be found in another location is not something the lad was hoping for. This turns a hope into the greater fear that death will not come from the mutations of the world, but from simple dehydration. A weak mans death.
Broken shelves leaning and resting on the shelve below, eyeing the various means of inventory, a crinkle was heard though the source was hidden under the fallen shelf. Means of life and knowing the daylights heat is holding most creatures to the shade, with the building destroyed and already cleared, the lad decides to risk noise for hopeful ambition. With steady arms and unforgiving tenacity, lifting the shelf is with groans of bent metal trying to return to its factory shape. Moans of inorganic origins, under the distorted metal, a six pack of water, torn open and only 3 left, this was a gift by the grace of luck, never a gift of god.
Plastic wrapped savior is the results of the tenacity of the lads means to survive, broken hope healed again by the clear fluid that will give another day to fight to just breath in another day.
Taking in the view with slight hesitation of it being a figment of imagination, the plastic felt as if it were a divine being, a lie but a lie that brings forth will to live for a bit longer in the world of rot and disease. Broken windows lay bare the street, wood and fever chance of security is a nightly need to find the next sunrise.
With a last look, taking in things that could be of value, taking of the ragged back pack, slowly sliding in the 2 water bottles and keeping one out to hydrate. Cracking the plastic seal, manufacturing not to be seen again, the cool liquid slightly burns the cracked and torn lips, a wince that is followed by the sense of hydration even the eyes start to water knowing the grace of water will give them the ability to tear up and clean themselves out. Know now that the body is in the mid 90% being of water, most would take the blood of the last living friend and turn the salted penny tasting liquid into a life saving fluid. Life saving for the one to find it in abundance, death to the one who gives this gift.
Seeking another possible source of water or food that is still a option for some kind of consumption. Slowly making the stairway down noiseless and still being observant as always with the death of many being that of preserved safety after clearing a room, once cleared, a room remains cleared for as long as your eyes can see it. After loss of sight, the room might as well be filled with the dominions of rotten and leather backed creatures.
With the door glass laying out on the floor, crunching under the shoes of the wizened lad, the bright mid morning is welcomed with a sigh of refreshment, looking over the small strip mall, each side contains a few buildings with most being nocked down by time and storm. Brick piles with the various blown debris covering the piles of decayed wood. Sun burnt fabric stiffened by years of radiation exposure from the sun. Break down in the very stands of fabric bring forth the dry rot and leaves it not but a pile of undisturbed dust.
With a refreshed mind and sight, looking to the stores that remain, fast food joint, gas station, a family diner that seems to be mostly intact, lastly a old general store that seems to be a old barber and before that unknown.
Good day you wonderful being of life, I so hope you are having a wonderful day and have not gone too crazy yet. The I may have slept in a bit but you know what, I am ok with that as I still get the dailies done and have not much to worry about. I am just happy, just happy.
So the morning light did awaken my from a slumber that was precious to me, I have much to dream about and never have the nights long enough to dream all my dreams. Much like the growing frost, fingers of a growing jack frost who has not become home here yet, but the bone parturitions from the ground are causing the air to chill more and more every night. Even the animals have become silent at night, a quiet that is of known outcome, death to the ones caught out in the cold. A bitter death that would be not of painless means. The animals know this yet the average human knows not the pain of fingers breaking off frozen.
More positive noted for the day, I have a wood stove to empty and make sure is burning good and hot. Then dishes and floors once the basement warms up, so the moping dries rather quickly and not leaving behind something that is a mess. Just doggo foot prints and such that can be traced in a damp floor, that is never a good thing when trying to keep a house clean. Oh and one of the bigger things that have to be done today is look up and see what I can find about getting logs and a sawmill come spring, From trading labor, food, good, and things only I have access too. Such as my sheep hides, They have the wool on them still and I have a unlimited amount of them, from a farmer who sells sheep meat and does nothing with the hide. So I dry them and clean them up and use them for trade. I have a couple people who want to see if I can make a pair of sheep hide boots. So I also have that to work on, I am sure they will be warm as all heck. Hmmmm I wonder if I could make some kind of cat and dog jackets out of it as well. Shall see.
Morning snuggles from my moms doggo, Bow is a good boy who loves a quick morning snuggle and needs to know you love him. He is a odd doggo but he is a good doggo. One thing he likes to do is follow the one person who is up and about cleaning house to make sure to cause some kind of mess. Just playfully, he likes to make sure you know he is awake and around the house.
All in all, this is just a wonderful day, soon I have to get up, I dont wanna because I like chatting here and wondering what the humans of the world are up too. No matter where you are, can you leave a comment with a picture, just to show the people how all mornings for all people are not the same. No humans or individuals in pics, just the environment so we can all see how the mornings are so different yet all on the same blue sphere.
Behold the winter home for animals that are outdoor types and of course anything that shows up that is friendly.
Good morning you wonderful creatures of life and conscious thought, for the day is young and the life is bountiful. Much like the tasks that befall us all, winter is here and it brings its icy grip. Lucky for us the winter is not locked in just yet, we have yet to have the ground freeze and the water has yet to ice over just yet. So we have lots of time yet to make sure that the things in life are doing wonderful.
So the day has yet to start as I did sleep in a bit but I have to go and get dishes and the fire going, just to make sure the basics are done. Then once the house warms up get the floors mopped and such so the house is lovely for the people when they come home. Puppies and cats are doing great and I have to make sure they get out even with the snow. I don’t want to have to deal with animals messes. They are very nasty.
I am thinking that I should also make sure to sweep the basement, just as it is staying warm with the wood stove. So if I can clean it and move stuff down there it would be most wonderful and keep things organized.
However I must depart, As the day is limited, until later.
Rise and shine, I hope the night was kind to you and if you had to work the night shift, rest well and let the day become your dreamscape.
Ah how the ground shows the cold and fractal ice that has fallen from the grey sky, the sky becoming a ball room for the most worldly dance ever seen. From to and frow will the icicles will fall and give a cold kiss to the animals that call the outdoors home. The snow may fall now but long before this day many of the animals of the frozen world have made sure to have abundant food stores. A fool a squirrel is not, for hunger is steadfast at their door yet never enters as the squirrel has forged long ahead of time.
So the day has many things to do according to the weather that has come in, I have to collect chicken eggs, make sure the lawn equipment is all put away, then make sure the chickens and cats have a warm place to go to and stay safe. Got to make sure the fur nuggets are safe and warm. I really don’t want them to suffer in any way. I am just thinking that I am going to turn up the heater for them and make sure I get all the bawk bawk eggs collected. Back shortly.
Ok, Back, the chickens are doing awesome and love the first snowfall of the year. They try to eat the snow out of the air and have a bit of fun chasing snow flakes. The kittens are doing wonderful and have not been complaining too much. They complain a bit but that is just the cat way, they are the most vocal about things being off and needing it to be fixed.
So I managed to make sure the kitties were warm all night with a heater and this morning they were all happy to see me and were warm.
Then you have the cat hat, because laying on my lap is just not allowed apparently.
The snow is still falling and by the sounds of it we are going to get about 20 cms, It wont last as the ground is still not frozen and the ground heat will melt it. So this little skipping of snow is nothing to say much about. So the day is wonderful and is coming together very nicely and I have nothing much planned for the afternoon, heck, might even have a nap. It has been quite a while since I was able to have a nap during the day and since its nasty out, why not. I have some things that will need work during the day after words, just keeping fire going and making sure the kitties are loved and warm.
All in all life is just good, Though being lovely to chat I must depart as nap time is now way to tempting not to take.
Fear The Boot Cat, Toes Are Food And Shins Are Scratching Post.
Good wonderful day to you beings of existence, for I hope that there is a cat or a dog out there that has somehow learned to read and enjoys my tales as well. Not just humans like being read too, I have many times taken some time and read to the animals who are snuggling me. It is a great feeling when the little ones who are beyond out species take the words spoken and finds love and peace in them.
So the day in its self is wonderbar, house is being warmed up and the dishes are done, The animals are released to the wild to pee and poop, the floors are getting cleaned, just a wonderful day and being up less then a hour, it has been productive. Yeah I was up late last night and I blame it on the half a full size ice-cream cake last night. I got one for my bday and I fucking love them. Yeah so I was on a sugar high for a very long time and was up late. Bad, yet delicious choices.
So the day has been short lived as I have not been up that long but I ma slowly getting the dailies done, last thing I have to do is start a fire. Easy as all things considering and now I have to build up the effort to get up and do that. Not that effort is required to get such a thing done and ready to light, just being lazy and I think suffering a sugar crash out. Last night was a wild ride of sugar induced haze of hot tent smoking and kitten petting good times. Well shit, from my youth going to parties that have extasy, coke, pills of all sorts, acid, and more to now calling a night of over indulgence of ice cream cake and having a woodstove in a hot tent going and petting kittens as being pretty wild time. How life changes so much in such a little time that we should take it all with grace and hope.
The world is still turning here and I have hope that things are slowly getting done that I hope improve things. The world is a crazy place and I have found much comfort in the simple things in life. From kittens and chickens, to dogs and random birds that fly into the porch, all these things have saved me from a shitty life and have given me the change in soul I needed. From the simple slug to the complex migratory birds who are locked into a location in unique ways. It is a magical world we live in and sometimes the magic is lost to modernity and its cold world of chilled logic and fearless destruction of soul.
The day is wonderful though, I have much to do, Much to say, but all in all I am just happy to be here with you. To have you read these silly thoughts are a gift to me I shall always cherish. Just because your essence in this world and universe for a moment was given to my words. That weight seem like nothing to others who do not see the worth, yet others who can feel the true weight of the eyes of others, they know the value of it, the conscious thoughts of a reading mind is a gift that non other can provide. Animals are a gift of soul and heart, technology is a gift of knowledge and application, however the greatest and most forgotten weight that holds the greatest reward, seeing the and reading of others souls, reaching deep within and locking in the mind of others to your thoughts, to move a mountain of a hidden pain, to build a bridge over a river of tears, to have a airplane of thought to cross the endless bounds of ideology. We have forgotten all this and will never get it back, it is a gift to be able to see such things, however once lost and forgotten, never to be learned again, never to be remembered.
However I must depart from such things of subconscious ramblings and conscious crossroads.
Ahh, the day is so wonderful and started off wonderfully and continues to be a very epic good day. Moved my tent to a better location with more wind guard and should help with the snow not being so impactful come the next few months. I have also moved so I have power source that I can use to plug in the heater and light for the kitties. They are happy in the tent and I want to keep it that way.
The fur nuggets are very happy with the warmth and now that I have a heater in there I wont have to worry if the fire burns down as the heater will keep the, warm and snuggly.
Oh and I had a chicken light with a normal bulb in it so they can be extra warm and not too much heat is being put into the tent. So I am happy and so are the animals, this makes the world, well my world a better place. Just a good thing to do, not just for animals but for the soul of yourself and the world.
The great Jimmy, neighbors doggo, has to be let out as his dad is working today. So I will be taking him out and about, just to go pee and make sure that he is a happy doggo. He is a very good doggo but sometimes he is a bit barky but to be honest, he is just shouting for joy and loves the outdoors. I will ask if I can take pictures of the good boy, just because he is not mine and I should be a good human and ask his dad permission.
The dishes need to get done and I have to make sure the doggos are happy and are enjoying the day. The outdoors are cooling off and we might be getting some snow here soon. I am sure the chickens are going to be confused by that. Just something new to them and how they are excited to chase the blowing snow flakes. Funny and cute little birbs.
All in all the morning has been good but I must depart to go and do some dishes. They don’t wash themselves and they will get worse and worse if I don’t attend to them. As with most chores.
Good day to you wonderful being of life and beauty. How I finaly have come to many conclutions and I have to make some life changes that will improve my life and how things are going. So that being that I have to make sure that I am doing it for me and not another person, just so I know that I have inside is bigger then the world around me.
So the plan for the day is to get the fire going shortly and then I have to go and get dishes done and release the chickens. I did get a hot tent for my times outside and have a chance to warm up in the cold. It is awesome and I do have to get some more wood split and such so I can have it ready to go. That and I have to catch up a lot on house and such chores. Just to make sure the house is clean is happy. Somethings in life are just needed and somethings are just a pain in the short run but huge benefits in the long run.
Onto the days plan, I must rework some things in the house hold so they are working better. Such as cleaning off the landing of the stairs and move some stuff downstairs so the heat can go upstairs with more ease. Then I want to make sure I can get more done with the world of mine, such as working on the stories and readings. I have failed in that aspect as other things in life took over something that made me happy with things that don’t make me happy. Just something that is temporary, so I want to make sure that my life is worth more.
Into the more happier things, The winter is coming and I am excited and hoping that the world of winter is as beautiful one. Less slush and more wonderful white snow so I can build forts and such. I am very very excited to build a castle around my hot tent. Ohhh that sounds like fun, Fort Gingmore, hehehehe I am a loser and I love it. So the day has many plans to it and I have more time then ever to get it done but one thing is a must in the asap. The woodstove needs to be cleaned out of ashes and get it burning so the house is all warm and cozy and save the cost of propane.
Kitties have moved in and love the hot tent, they have the job to keep the mice out and then they can have all the nums I have in leftovers and all the goods they can find. So I am a happy critter right now as the nights grow colder the days have become shorter, just reminds me of the times and cost of the things we don’t pay attention too. Just life and how the little things in it become memories of wonder.
I am unsure as to the plan when it comes to the day, not in task but thinking of the next book I want to read and the next time I am reading I want to see if I can find out a program to monitor voices and sounds I input with the recording and have a more set volume control. I think I have a good idea with streamlabs and want to see what I can do there. Who knows and I am just happy to be able to write and read online, it gives me a sense of love and hope that written word and spoken words of long past authors don’t die alone in the darkness of obscurity.
All in all, just a happy critter to be alive. Being that I must take off and go release the chickens and make sure the dogs are taken care of and the cattos are all watered and fed.
I must depart to go and take care of the animals and make sure I get the programs running.
So, I don’t want to push my luck but I think I am somewhat back to normal. Somewhat normal, As I prefer to be, as too normal then the world thinks you are just waiting to be used up, So being abnormal makes people stand back so you are not dedicated to the ones of less use and fatigue. Yes it is possible to drained by the world, very easily and many will call you weak as they are not getting out of you what they want. A very dedicated set of people and beliefs that would see the grave alone in heart but full in pocket. A lonely death meant for the many, a full heart is a gift to the dead, they close the eyes one last time with a smile and not fear.
The day started at 2 pm and that is much better then it has been, Most days I was sleeping all the day away, not sleeping till after dark. So this has been good, Oh and fire is going and chickens are doing great, kitties are napping on my lap, it is a Monday that is meant for the record books of great days. Now I am just waiting for mom to get home with the milk and coffee will be endless. Just awesome and such a great day, something we all wish for.
This is the best feeling in the world, complete trust in my abilities to protect and love me so much. Its better then a human relationship, far better, they are innocent and giving everything to you to be part of your life. This is a gift that is far more abused then loved, a tragic means of life as it is abused to make ones feel more then what they are. By taking life or love and killing it with self hatred that kills love to make it be the only feeling that being has.
So the rest of the day will be used to gather nutrition and make sure I am not a hungry animal, then get the last of the wood moved and have more done on here. Just a wonderful time today, I am unsure why but I shall not argue, for that is to look a gift horse in the mouth, and that shit is chompy and gross. Still better then getting eaten by a hippo but all the same, I don’t want to have either in my life’s epitware of experiences.
Even being two hours after waking up, I have gotten lots done, so me happy. From all the animals being loved up and let out to enjoy the sun, they are all happy critters. Fire going, warm toes and happy feet, puppies are doing great as they are happily playing around the house with the zoomies. Just a great day, even though it was a bit late starting, it is a great day.
With the winter coming in quickly the nights frost has begun to give birth to the nights of shallow calls from the forest, moans of the dogs of the woods, to the calls of owls, all of them are weeping to the loss of the warm nights. The plentiful nutrition of the summer nights have become cold frozen emptiness, frozen empty freezers of naught a crumb. The harvest has been the decided and the ones who have become aware of the coming neglect of food, have stored many nuts, seeds, and other nutrition for the cold months is something that only the ones who have thought ahead. Sometimes, just sometimes, we as humans are a bit prideful in the idea we are special in gathering and store, smaller and fuzzier animals have been doing it much longer then us.
However, as the day moves along I have to make sure to get the things done that remain. Until later loverlies.
In current year, what ever it may be, that is irrelevant. To the fair minded thoughts of the existence, it’s a damnation of being with a noted wick we compare to others. Adding more and more to the twisted infirmary of being is quite cute. Unraviling a slow insanity bound in all things of thought, of being. Each time words are attempted to be bound unto the sensation of sight it is burned from the very essesnce of time. Of what all things are bound to, only bindings of thought are truly free.
Sight lay over a heap bounded paper, folds in barring away any notion of the writings it once held. Slight movement beneath the fibers that give echo to the life beneath it. Burden of life is a echo of past glory, a sent out thought that life its self has become corrupted, almost diseased with knowledge and knowhow of the current existence. Foremost the sun still burns the day away, fore the night still holds the chilled wind that lifts dust to the air the ones cursed with life. Beams of light cut the dust with its reflective ways, a effect of the twisting notion of laws of existence breaking.
The revenant of humanity, lost in hope while waking. To be enfeebled by the lack of proper satiation leaves a mind burdened with dissociation, hope lost to the neathers of the mind. Bones encased in a organic suit, beholder of the thought, a human pulls aside a covering only mold would ever call a blanket. Pale skin, nails yellowed, knuckles stained with the excraments of time. Sliding off the coverings a layer of stale cloth moves within great resistance of the body and mind, a being slowly begins to take form in the rays of light that burn thoughout the broken, stagnate air. Eyes stained by the broken vessels that carry the paternity of this being. Brown hair, though truly not known if its the refuse of the world or if the hair truly held the copper stained bronze filament.
Looking around the small enclosure, once a toll booth, the lad groans in conciouness. Clearing the dried flakes from the corners of his eyes, a sensation each time reminds him he still is cought in the living world. With a raised eyebrow looking around shows a simple enclosure. Like all booths of the past, just medicore in substance with two shelves holding what has become the few edible things left around. A beaten box of hambaerhelper and a can of tuna for breakfast. Not apitozing but knowing what others have done, its not a pet or family member. To that thought the lads idea of breakfast was ended. Reaching out to grab his meager suppilies, tossed into a grain bag, back packs have become unreliable and the time and resources fixing ripped fabric is not feasible. A final groan leaves the lads lungs as reaching out to pull himself up, pained joints and knotted tissues benith the skin leaves much to the wanted. With the boxes sliding off the lower frame, twisting his neck, bending slight over using his hand to bat off what ever dust and grime he can from such a, well, not so wondrful bed last night. Two layers of pants, rips and holes bountful in both, are held together by little give birth to dust and some kind of crums from who knows what fall to the floor. With a final stretch of the limbs the lad looks to the sun through the glass and knows time is limited of to refill his leather water pouch and one would hope more pants. Suprizingly the glass door still holds complete, the world welcomes him with the embrace of the scent of old bodies still in decay, the copper scent still fills the air of last night victems. Animals mostly these days, what humans are left are scarce. To the north is the town that might hold some goods and the east is the bridge the toll booth gave access too. West shows a simple two lane road that leads into the horizon. A grey smog takes away the visablity that would grant some sence of security when heading into the town, cant always have it his way the lads moans under his breath. The thoughts of pushing ahead and trying to find the will to lift his leg, into a unknown war of senses are ahead.
Door, light yet groans from the hinges say time without being maintained signals the door giving way to the world. Air humid with the decay of the dead laying in the window frames of the various shops. Skin, long ago leathered in the sun, holds tight to the bones, only torn strips of the torsos reveil the moist organs inside. Sights like this have long ago stopped curling the stomach, the smell, that scent can never be fought from curling the torsos organs into knots almost forcing vomit forth. The road ahead is covered with the refuse of what was what a race of normalcy. Folded newspapers becoming part of the pavement over the time of rain and being crushed by whatever passed it without notice. Tipped over caution cones and various cars plant themselves where once people did fight back. The chaos however was just as deadly as the takeover was as quicker then anyone could have thought of. Shuffling his bag onto his shoulders the young man looks to his first building he is hoping has some basic supplies he can use.
Strips of rags swinging in the wind as the lad reaches the front of the home hardwear store. Walking at a cautious pace, not knowing if this shop holds something more deadly then the blades once used for box cutters. Beast or man, each of them are just as fearsome as they are both rage filled and hold no quarter for other man or beast. Truly this world has become each for themselves as teams are just enemies who are not currently trying to kill you. With each thought, both adding the weight of fear to the reaching arm to grab the door handle, the door opens without the grace of silence. A moan and scraping of refuse on the ground as the door sweeps the refuse into a pile that will never be picked up. Fearing the waft of decay, the lad holds his breath until the slight discomfort in his lungs reminds him that air is essential for life. With a slight wift of the air a sigh of thanks as the smell it not any worse then the outside, no smell of human waste or the rotting flesh of one of the creatures that only roam the night. Reaching into the right inside pocket a flashlight reviled, pointing inside the shop, entering gave a slight sence of protection yet also a sence of fear of the unseen.
The beam of light cuts into the darkness with fingers of the unknown trying to reach into the light, burned back by a force they cannot understand. Crunching under the slow footsteps, glass callouts the lads location. This give a moment of hesitation as waiting for a call back from mankind or other. Skittering life, most likely some kind rodent or bug running to the various holes in the walls to escape any type of danger. Broken shelves leave little to the hope to find anything in some kind of useful condition. Rolls of tear off rags are ripped apart as if some massive kitten had its play before leaving. Moving further in from the door the smell of oil and other petrol liquids are spilled out on the floor. Soaking into the random objects that littler the floor that allow so. Cans without labels dress the ground with most leaking or emptied by some large creature, much more then a man would be, has taken this place to the hell it came from.
Light reflecting of the smashed aluminum can, a signature of a better time where processing and development and creation. Any idea of any food or provisions crush with the barren can, also brings forth not any worry that encountering anything like him or not like him being around. The wet tile are signatures of the ceiling having holes and letting the world break through a once sheltered home. Stagnate molded air, a departure of the rot that laid assault to the senses outside, was not relief but a migration to another trojan horse of lies in hope of the fresh air. Ending each isle is not but broken and Razors edged by the shearing of the metal. With the quite steps are the agile survivors best way to get around. Each step is not as one would have on the streets of old, more like a balance on the edge waving between the ball of the foot and the every gripping toes as if fearing the ever bounding gravity would fail. Tossed around like a childs toys, avoiding the torn bags and wrappers of each varitiy to suppress any way to aleart the things that may be stalking the isles well.
Sweat beads lace the brow as the lad as the last of the isles are cleared of any other beings that would cause any threat to the lad, a quiet sigh is all that shows the mountain amount of relief. Reaching to the inside of the rags adorned over the lads carapace, a molded leather notebook, a tomb of the minds escape into ideas of a survivors hope. Basic notes are always the best, complications over the basic of ideas are a virus to being able to make it through this new world of cursed existence. Quick look at the graphite scribblings note a need of coffee filters and a hope of finding some charcoal fish tanks filters. Even just those would help with the somewhat purification of water. Shadowed shelves are bent, torn out or even just smashed into the ground by something in a rampage for victims. Torn metal leaves for the reason for the torn flesh of both human and not. What looks like strings of leather but known to really be the dried skin of whatever left this store in its disarray.
Broken railings are a score to the eyes to have a place higher into the building and its habitants. The cloth and debris upon the ground are a softer the not compared to the grounds of broken glass that is still form a foe of the unnoticed if not careful. With stairs covered in a array of cloth and other torn sheets of sorts. Though later they will be gathered and ripped to strips for band-aids, even if they are used as a mock shoe to soften the harden ground. Shoes are not as common as others expect and feet being so delicate. Faux shoes are a necessity in the is land of improbable hope.
Tired stairs are filled with the groans of time and weight as the lad takes slow steps up to the next room trapped in the fog of war, as if a uninvited mist leaks into the rooms and sight of mind is filling each room with a set of unknown figures. Air ripped of its virgin stillness is given to the cracks in the wall that the outdoor wind cuts though and turns dust into tumble weeds of the air. Never the less each step to the upper level is a snapped fine string of sanity, each with the hope of a bountiful room of needs. The darkness only cut with rays of light show the stillness of the rooms gives relief of the mind. Stillness is not a friend of the living, even a breath of the most hidden creatures of light or dark leave the air in turbulence. With the slow wisps of air are a clear sign that the room is holding no creature, friend or foe.
Light steps become, quieter then the sound of the lads heartbeat in his ears. Not seeking to call into the void, from his belt slides out a small metal bar that has a leather handle. With the leather handle in his hand, the steps become lighter with each reaching step. The light is slowly becoming brighter as the eyes adjust, making the upper level. Showing that the shelves were mostly untouched, the shelves having stock. This being a great luck as new clothing and patch work is needed to be done, giving a hope that finding some water would be a great help to refresh for the rest of the day.
Moaning stairs call out to the empty store, Not a answer could be heard but the heartbeat of the rag laden lad. Broken hand rail, a blood and visera laid on the broken and sheered off railing. Hanging like a curtain, dried skin over the broken railing. Nothing new and nothing that has not been seen before. Like a stolen shirt, it is out of place but its new home is one of non permance as rot and decay will take all before the end.
The upper floor almost untouched shelves still containing boxes of merchandise, looks to be something of luck to be here. Each step a twisting wind follows the legs, turning the air as micro tornados lift the dust and give temporay life to the dead skin cells again. Death breathers, a running joke, every time you dust or vacuum, the dust in in the air is dead skin cells. Breathing the most likely dead back into your lungs. Disturbing but a notion blind to most. With silent breath each isle is studied carfully by the lad. A broken lamp and tossed boxes seem to be the general malaise of the upper floor. Mindful and aware, eyes darting to each potental box or tipped over container of what looks to be socks and underware. Both would be ran to by anyone of lesser mind. Creatures that roam the twilight and moonless night, abominations that have not a origin of no god or creator of life, but the essence of something made by the hand of mankind. For if made by a god or creator of life, then the life they see is not of kindness or kinship, but the living consuming each other for life. To devour each other so time is not a essence to them. That is not something devout to life, but devout to the ones who own life and consumes the weak to extend it.
Boxes line the walls and shelves, To open each one is a task that the lad would be second thought as the day is still lacking any water for nutrition and hydration. The main floor held no essence of aqua, the blue essence of life. Cracked lips and mouth corners split and showing signs of blood being the only liquid that passed the lips for days now. With fear of this being the last hope of any water to be found, even condensation on glass would be devoured right now to give even the slightest hope that the bone dry lips would feel the love of moisture again. Roaming the isles, a reductionist nightmare, each box contains everything but even the most flavored of fluid. The hope of any fluid quickly leave to be found in another location is not something the lad was hoping for. This turns a hope into the greater fear that death will not come from the mutations of the world, but from simple dehydration. A weak mans death.
Broken shelves leaning and resting on the shelve below, eyeing the various means of inventory, a crinkle was heard though the source was hidden under the fallen shelf. Means of life and knowing the daylights heat is holding most creatures to the shade, with the building destroyed and already cleared, the lad decides to risk noise for hopeful ambition. With steady arms and unforgiving tenacity, lifting the shelf is with groans of bent metal trying to return to its factory shape. Moans of inorganic origins, under the distorted metal, a six pack of water, torn open and only 3 left, this was a gift by the grace of luck, never a gift of god.
Plastic wrapped savior is the results of the tenacity of the lads means to survive, broken hope healed again by the clear fluid that will give another day to fight to just breath in another day.
Taking in the view with slight hesitation of it being a figment of imagination, the plastic felt as if it were a divine being, a lie but a lie that brings forth will to live for a bit longer in the world of rot and disease. Broken windows lay bare the street, wood and fever chance of security is a nightly need to find the next sunrise.
With a last look, taking in things that could be of value, taking of the ragged back pack, slowly sliding in the 2 water bottles and keeping one out to hydrate. Cracking the plastic seal, manufacturing not to be seen again, the cool liquid slightly burns the cracked and torn lips, a wince that is followed by the sense of hydration even the eyes start to water knowing the grace of water will give them the ability to tear up and clean themselves out. Know now that the body is in the mid 90% being of water, most would take the blood of the last living friend and turn the salted penny tasting liquid into a life saving fluid. Life saving for the one to find it in abundance, death to the one who gives this gift.
Seeking another possible source of water or food that is still a option for some kind of consumption. Slowly making the stairway down noiseless and still being observant as always with the death of many being that of preserved safety after clearing a room, once cleared, a room remains cleared for as long as your eyes can see it. After loss of sight, the room might as well be filled with the dominions of rotten and leather backed creatures.
With the door glass laying out on the floor, crunching under the shoes of the wizened lad, the bright mid morning is welcomed with a sigh of refreshment, looking over the small strip mall, each side contains a few buildings with most being nocked down by time and storm. Brick piles with the various blown debris covering the piles of decayed wood. Sun burnt fabric stiffened by years of radiation exposure from the sun. Break down in the very stands of fabric bring forth the dry rot and leaves it not but a pile of undisturbed dust.
With a refreshed mind and sight, looking to the stores that remain, fast food joint, gas station, a family diner that seems to be mostly intact, lastly a old general store that seems to be a old barber and before that unknown.
Good evening you wonderful being of life and thought. Happy creepy month and happy nights to you and your family. I am currently running night shift apparently, that is all good as I am getting lots done with the lack of interruptions during the day. The humans here don’t seem to mind as I am getting lots done and more and more jobs complete. From the fire and keeping it going at night, to the habits of keeping the house clean and the floors are done. Just amazing, just freaking amazing.
With the coffee refilled and many a things to do, I should get up but I want to spend some more time with you lovely people. Oh yes, Plan for the night, Starting fire, getting dishes done, they have to be hand wash, as the dishwasher is down and out. All things that have to be done but I am happy to have a bit more time to hang out with you guys. I miss you lots when I am not around, I know it funny to say as I just see you reading my things, just hope that my craziness is liked. 🙂
So what is first, I most likely going start fire first that way when I am doing dishes they will dry quicker then just the room temp. Gah kitten are all over my keyboard, messing all up. Evil cuteness. Oh that gave me a idea for the book, be right back…….
Ok Back, The evil kittens personified.
Ha, this is what lies inside the kittens when they are being evil, and I will use in my book, just because it is really neat looking that and I have many uses for this thing in my book. A host of things that help or hinder depending on the mood. Interesting indeed, thank you for helping me think of this. To both you and the kittens attacking my hands right now.
Oh almost forgot that I have to go out and get the kitties fed outside and I have much to do when it comes to the house. I know I have much to do but just want one more coffee and take my meds and then well I should depart. From the frosty chickens to take care of and make sure they are still happy. Then I am going to make sure the fire is going as that is the one thing that saves money. Just a happy little gremlin I am tonight, with fuzzy gremlins attacking the human gremlin. Just lucky to be alive in this world that I have around me. Just a happy existence.
So I guess the plans have been made and I do have to get up and do something that would seem productive and part of making the house and the ones in it happy and content with their life. I might have another post later as I am still feeling chatty and I have to make sure I still get my stuff done so the house hold keeps moving along like a well greased gear.
Good evening you wonderful creations of life and love, may the twilight hold you close as the winter nights become ever so cold. Midnight dreams of warming fires, succulent dreams of roasting marshmallows with your loved one, decadent kisses with the taste of candy cane on her/his lips. Winter is but a encased monster that happens to be one of the most beautiful you have ever seen. A cursed rose, A child of murder and sacrilegious desire, A welcomed guest of unwanted desires that are not evident. Truly a consumption of both love and cold heart break.
Into the darkness the times have begun to turn, the life and hope of photonic days, a set of individual atomic means brightens the ever-more frozen forest. A torn hour of final hour of cold sight into the twilight of life and death, frozen mysteries and deadly consumptions are but a time of the cold. Bring forth your warmth in cotton and polyester, layers of material to fight of the ridged bones of the outreaching hand of jack frost. Souls covered by the skin are not saved by layers of warmth, but of the mind steady and strong as the mind becomes devout to live.
Dark roads of back water roads, steam of the bog crawling across the road, a twisting mass of the cold nights. A fog of stench and reveling the twisted biological consumption to produce the deathly heat of bog. A homestead of the learned and the graves of the curious. A trade of life on the case of the wanted. One with time and years of the mind, Know the bog is but a mangled consciousness of both apathetical wants, yet a heart of warmth to save others. Step cautiously little one, know the sights and behave as the ones who lived, one eye always watching to learn and another to watch the hunger of the world so it does not consume you. Enlarged minds feed stomachs and lustful curiosity feeds the bog, fear not, as fear is the bounty of death, the bog is both life and death, it is unconscious reality, a true essence of harbor.
To the darkness comes the shivering babes of the wild. Mothers who know that the babes are not used to such cold temper. The womb is a home of comfort and the birth a loss of the worlds first comfort. To the frozen world the youth is born, a world uncaring for life. A mothers love and her tender love will bring the babes to the spring, a chance of life but yet all so curious that the ones who bask in the snow and beg for bogs existence, seem to harbor a truer sense of love and sacrifice.
For is it time for humanity to have a chance to face houseless winter and live by the rules of the bog, are we lesser then the rodent and the bear, are we a reluctant learner of hopes and dreams. For they are the once things that lead us to the home of shaped trees and stacked stone. Now the dreams have died and the hopes have become expectations. Are we now the ones to remember the bog for what it is, a lover, a killer, a provider, a thief, the truth.
So I don’t have pictures yet as I have only planned it out but I have the permissions to build a cat mansion. Just for the outdoor kitties have a warm and safe place to go. I have lots to do to get it done but planning the build is the most important. Just so I know how to proceed with the build. I have a ceramic heater and such to make sure that the munchkins are warm kitties. I have to build it to hold seven cats all together. Sounds like a lot but they are all buddies that sleep together now anyway so worry about fighting for room wont be a issue. That and the fur nuggets are also getting a heater and such outside the mansion for the garage so they will be happy kitties.
Look at these turds being all cute like, gah they are just the best and so dang cuddly.
Help I am being attacked!!!!!!!!
Also good ear cleaners apparently, found out it is the salt they love. Also apparently earwax has protein in it, the cats can smell it. The more you know!!
With lots of pictures of kittens I should go outside and get a bunch of the wilds that I live in. Just they are so pretty and have lots of beautiful things to see and observe. I might even be able to get some animals in the pics too. Just foxes and other medium haired critters that are curious of me at a distance. The world is a beautiful place and to have a chance to walk in the untouched wilds, a journey that all should take.
Oh Oh, one thing that is epic about today is that I am also ahead of the game and I have somehow still managed to get more done then I thought.
However the cat house needs a few more things and then I am going to share the epic production.
I must depart as the hours come and the tasks are plenty,
Good day you lovely people, It is a good day as the morning is moving along ever so peacefully. The day has many plans and I have much to do but the things that need to be done most is moving a large pile of wood inside a tent, chickens and dishes are just the starting things I need to do. That is a good start and many more things can be attended to when I am doing the starting jobs of the day. Ah just wonderful to be alive.
Behold, food cat, or bowl cat, not sure.
Hmm I am thinking that I might have to make some kind of egg dish or maybe some French toast. Been a very long meal and no real reason not too. I even have some maple syrup, hmmsmm this might just be a good idea, a very nummy idea. Oh oh, I have to show you my favorite coffee. like the best of the best.
This is god tier coffee, yes it is instant and that makes it even more wonderful. Just one thing in my life I cherish very much so. Some cherish money, some family, some money, me, coffee.
So the morning is lovely and the morning sun is starting to warm the chilled ground. Not quite a frost, just a cold and damp morning that might require a morning fire in the wood stove. Just to keep the chill out of the basement. As I should keep my motivation I should get up but I have time here to spend yet, I just was looking outside at the sun and seeing if after a few days of rain. It is asking why I am inside and not enjoying the sun, because Mr. Sun, your a brightness is warming things up but don’t promise me its nice out with your rays. I know the seasons.
Sleepy kitties are being woken up as I have to clean the floors and they tend to drag little bits of litter on the floor. Little buggers are cute but very messy. I might have to go for a walk and see if I can find any nice scenes to take pictures of. I really need to wake up a bit earlier so I can get nice shots of the frost that always fascinates me.
However thought is a shorter post, I do have to make sure to get up and get stuff done, for if not, it will be nasty around here.
Good day you wonderful beings of life and consciousness, how I hope the day is a gift to you and not hindering your life by being alive.
Onto the day and getting more done that has to do with the house and not the outside. I want to spend more time with you lovely people. It has been too long since I have stopped to ask how you are doing. Cold and damp days are here and I have great hope that the days are filled with the calls of wild animals prepairing for the winter. Dew is the Glinting refractor of the nights dreams. A cascade of endless rainbows that are born from the endless drops on grass tips. A gift is not that we are just alive, but alive and able to recognize the beauty in the most profoundly important thing to life.
Onto the tasks of the day, I want to get the kitchen and the house cleaned, not just surfaced clean but thoughtfully clean. Just so the house smells nice and clean. It is important that when the people who leave everyday come home to a home they are happy in. If not people tend to get pissy and wreak good days with personal grievances that must become worldly issues so they feel spotted in the light. So the best thing to do is to make sure you have the visual done first as it is the thing that changes everything. People are weak like that, so best to make sure they are cuddle in weakness and not challenge them to improve. People don’t like to improve as adults they rather have others change for them. It is a human thing, so we have to deal with it.
Onto the day, I have gotten the dishes done, floors are being taken care of as I type, then I have to mop and make sure the cat litter is cleaned up. Cannot have the kittens thinking they can just poop or pee anywhere. That is a very bad habit that is not easy to break. So with that the day will come to a end where I am, the recordings will uploaded and I have found out how to do more and get things sounding even better. So go me, lol.
With the day at mid I am thinking of trying to get the recordings done sooner then later as the loud things are done for the day and one thing might have to be attended too, like the chickens water, chicken food. The easy things that are to be done without too much effort required, I just want to have more done when it is for me and not the world. Just time to be a bit selfish and focus on the things that bring me joy. Back to the more wordy sense I had and less focused on making sure my being is good and not focusing on the outer world. Just some Ginger time, Some time to work on the things that make me happy.
So all in all, it is a great day and I have lots to do and lots to be happy about. Just hope that the world can be happy for once as well.
Good morning you thing of life you, just incase a kitty or doggo is reading over your shoulder. Just incase as I have to think of the fur nuggets of the world. They are the things that make the world a better place.
As the day is damp and cold the things in the world are getting ready for winter, From the chickens to the doggos, From the birbs to the kittens, All animals are slowly coming to the sense that winter is gripping the North American world. That is a good thing as they are getting all chubby and full of the goods that will keep them warm over the winter. With time passing the times are getting a bit more hectic as the winter months always brings a sense weary souls with the shorter days. Everything is coming together today quite nicely and I have made sure to have lots of the things of the day done. Just a great day of production and joy.
So the times of the light have passed and now lay into the time of remorse and reconcile, not in any sad way, but to the memories and moments of the summer and fall. They have to bring the change on the moments we wonder where time has gone. Lets not harbinger the loss and shorter days, yet find the love in the family in front of the wood stove and listing to the crackling of the wood and its transfer to ash releasing heat that comforts.
However I must depart to get more done and have the things in the house taken care of. Oh yes a pic of salad, because I love it so much
Behold the blem, the mighty blem as the Catto and I watch over the chickens to make sure they are safe. Fear the blem, Respect the blem and the blem will protect.
So the day is starting with the great snuggles from the kittens and they are happy critters. The day must continue on and though the cute detector is broken from them, more must be done.
Oh shoot, Be right back, I have to release the birds. Apparently other people in this place cant do that when I am obviously hindered in a way. Meh what I have grown to accept from humanity. Your as valuable as your latest fuck up, and your never given a helping hand as your failures are lustful foods for others to vomitous on you when your trying to just make it though a rough day.
As the day moves along I have much to do and I have kittens attacking me for snuggles. I have to make sure they are all loved up and have the world at their ummm, paw tips? Just a wonderful day and I have much to be happy for. From kittens that love me unconditionally and chickens who are always cluck happily when I come out to see them.
Woot woot another set of chores done, kitteths are doing amazing, the chickens are cluckery with the max, just a nice day to exist. Paramount to all the feel goods, is the acceptance of the natural world. Trying to become aware of the world around me has gave a paved road to animals generally just coming up to me now. I am very happy about this, as I would rather have a curious wolf with desire to have some snacks with me, then any human become a essence in my life. Come with a suit case of millions/billions, I use it as fire starter and ask them to either leave or get to work. Life is a gift and we have seduced it into levity of value, money is the biggest conscript of this value. I know I have to have it to make purchases, however does not dismount the amount of disgust I have within myself for it.
The best way to put it, blood diamonds are equivalent to out economic ways. To be honest dollar to dollar I would think blood diamonds are “cleaner” then the dollar we say is the best economic system ever. I just know and have seen children sold with this economic means, drugs bought, humans sold and killed, we give is so much power that people are begging for more when the value of the money is subjective to the human cost. Really nasty when you truly step back to realize, bills and checks are not but the napkins we use to clean the stains off our hands. Just happens to be the stains on this napkin is accepted as currency.
I am just a crazy dude who loves to think and sometimes comes up with things that makes seance to me.
I used shavings from plainning boards and cutting wood. Works very well.
Behold, Boot kitty.
Well the rain here is heavy and making my head feel like a bag of smashed apples. Just bruised and mushy in the brain case today. So that means I have slept most of the day and just got up, So that is a night of mine that I will be working on stories and such. I am excited and happy to get some things done that I have been missing.
Just because I can and this is a note of my life and things that are going on in the reality of mine. Ever have a sick day and hope that the others who are around you to just to pick up the basics. Just the few things that are needed to be done to hold a house together. From tasks like letting neighbours dog out to just tidying the few dishes and cat litter and dogs and cats need to eat. About a hour in total of all things, yet when I wake not one thing has been done. Cats and dogs not fed, dishes piled up with a mix of beer cans and sprizers that are new to the day. Ugh agravating to the max when I have tried so hard to make this house somewhat functional and clean. Just annoying.
Just a kitty bum sticking out from under the blankets.
However I must depart from the insidious thoughts that habitate my mind. I have a to say and catch up on with, From bugs to saving chickens and kitties. From the soft purrs at night from the little fuzz balls cuddling up to me for the warmth and the the love they share with me as I am kind of their dad. They have grown onto me in a huge way, from helping me find a better and softer kind of human inside. From the nose boops to the very needy meows of a innocent animal who is just looking for a love they can call their own. The fuzzy ones have given me love and care that only a child can do. Seeing and knowing they are not to find food easy without me, knowing they are all in a warm house, they seemingly have become aware of this and show love and hope to the world they inhabit. Just good little kitties.
Home made pizza, dough and all. Just had to show it off as it was very nummy.
The Puppers are doing great and have been good babies for the day, they don’t have much to do with the rain and crappy weather. They are snow puppies, in the winter they love to play in the snow, from digging in the big piles of snow I make for them, To diving into the snow drifts. They are good puppies and love to just exist, something we could learn, that the very ability to exist is the very basic of our life. Without existence, we could never contemplate the very thing that allows us to have such thoughts. Hate not the existence, for existence is natural. It is the field that existence grows in, that is the outcome we should always fight to improve.
With more and more ahead of the day, the pupper next door needed to be let out, kitties and chickens need to be taken care of. Doggos are doing great and are napping to help dry off after being out in the rain. Not for long but just to release the pee and poo of the day. Poor animals can’t be stuck having to hold in the pee and poos all day when someone is home to help take care of them. Might have to make a doggy door of such. Just to have the babies have the choice to go in and out for the seasons. Because they are good babies and should have some sence of freedom when they are here and living. They need that much.
The outdoors have been lovely and full of life, from seeing some very healthy looking fox and her babies. They were all so cute so I left some raw meat out for them and some veggies from the garden. They are wonderful little critters, as long as they stay away from my chickens. The foxes are lovely yes, however they can also be very destructive, from killing animals to digging gardens up. So I have to make sure they learn from distance that food for them will be in one spot and the rest of the area is not for hunting.
Mothra just got home and finally others in this house hold have begun to do something. Meh not my issue, I have kept the integer’s of life informed on all things and this was a planned day off, so I am free of any results of others dong nothing. I do get a good show though, funny watching humans doing everything to dodge blame, like a elastic band, you can stretch to dodge the crap but the band will break, then there is no more stretching for you. your bound in the overused and beaten compassion others have for you. Then the compassion become comparison, then comparison becomes contradiction, then contradiction becomes the end of all things.
As night moves along I must depart as I need to work on many a things. Though the day ends, the tasks never do.
Good morning,how the day is as wonderful as you wonderful creations of life.Here is hoping this will work, Oh my original computer the motherboard has fried,so I will hold a tech style funeral. That and I should strip all the parts that are any use to me.It is a sad day for that I computer was my first digital buy and upgrade. However,not all things can last forever.Only things that are created in hearts can last forever.
Losing my bed to the four nuggets.
Don’t mind the dirty socks,cats love playing with my dirty socks. So a few things that need to get done. Gotta gank two last meat hens, clean them,and freeze them.Just have to make sure all the guts and such are cleaned out.Then I will divide them into quarters. As each one is about a meal for two.
As the day time moves along I have to depart as things and cat’s need attention.
The day is absolutely wonderful, with the rain yesterday, the time coming soon to have night time fires. Warming days are not the future as the winter nights seem to be moving ever closer. That is ok as I am getting ready to move a bunch of wood in to the house for the woodstove. Just so the house is warm and comfy, it is a great thing to have a wood warmed house. It is just a different type of heat that makes you feel so much better.
The day is starting out as a wonderful as it could be, the rain from yesterday, it will bring forth the ripe tomatoes, then the chickens need to be taken care of. The birbs are happy and are still laying eggs, the animals out back are starting to come in, such as turkeys and pigeons, oh and even got some quail coming in. Such is a wonderful thing the animals of the world are singing their songs and how wonderful things are for them. Just because they are happy little critters who get to have a extra snack, things like a bit of grain, some molasses and other bird favorites that are cheep are self producing.
The day starts off with a bit of a giggle, the kittens decided to take a ride around on the vacuum.
Onward to the shit causing sir fluff ball, we ride at daylight.
With the day moving along nicely I have just started to make some food as I am very hungry. Decided to have some eggs mixed with veggies and cheese. A very nummy and filling for the tummy, that I am hungry. So figuring out that I need food is going to take me away from here and I am going to eat. However I will be back.
Good morning wonderful humans, Tis been a testing week I am sure of, From death and hospital visits. All the pain and suffering is eliminated by a doggo who has no real idea what is going on but knows people are missing. The good boy is doing his best to keep the people happy, he is a snuggly big boy. Just sucks when he lost his human dad and mom, so all the pupper has left is his human brother. However, the good doggo gets lots of visits from me as his neighbor gets to go visit him and take him for walks. Just to help a wounded heart heal not from replacement of the pain, but as a friend who just loves to play catch too.
However, the day is wonderful and I am working on many of things. From fixing a extension cord, to getting chickens ganked and cleaned, that way we have birds in the freezer. Then off to the back yard to get the last of the chicken coop set up and is ready for the winter. That required some ordering of winterized cord and a basic set up to keep the ladies stay warm and happy over the winter and still produce eggs. That way even if they are a little slower I still want to have the girls happy enough to produce eggs.
With the day being cozy and moving along, I have more to do but I am thinking that a nap for about a hour under the sun, as today is one of the last days with the air warm enough to do so. That and I have a kitten that is being very cuddly and needs my attention. I shall not dare disappoint a kitten.
Well, the rest of the day went well so far, got the extension cord fixed and I got the chicken hut set up for the winter, Then I was able to get more done with the kittens and they are happy little critters. The meat hens are done and frozen and now I am thinking of doing some recordings and such. I am also thinking of somehow linking this to the stories, yes still working on that.
Working along the twilight I have begun to see more and more animals looking around for winter supplies and are hoping to get that last bit ready for long cold months. I am just content in the world I have, Lots of animals and few humans and fewer problems. How odd that always it. Less problems with communication and great understanding from the animals that don’t speak our words. Yet the ones who words and mannerisms of the same spoken language, they are unable to communicate with clarity, even though they are the same animal, they refuse to understand. Rather then any of the two options they are cruel and distinguish the value of each other by how much they look like each other. Quite odd, but it is the way of ones who think.
However I need a coffee and things are slowly coming to a end, the day grows tired, I must depart and get more done.
Good morning you wonderful beings of life. How I do hope that you are having a good day, If not I am sorry and I hope you find some love here to help you with the pains. With the frost itching to claim the dew and freeze it. From the whispering pines to the blood red maples. Changing seasons have become the dance of temperatures to the cold rays of light of the autumn morning.
With time turning slowly and the days becoming shorter, Trying to get things done and ahead. I look to the skies and see the beautiful stars that have become the games of nightly counting. The days are crisp and this will be wonderful to see the snow again. Gotta make a snow hut and spend a night in it. As each winter I do this just for the fun of it. Bust out a woodstove, the camping one I have. Just so my but stays warm, oh I could also have a night with the kittens out there too. Just because a kitty snuggle night. Hmm, I would think this is a wonderful idea. Time to bust out the tent and see what I can do and have a couple nice night outdoors with the kitties.
Other then that not too much has happened this morning, I should be getting something to eat soon and get a lot more energy this morning. So as this is true I must depart and have a good day, as I hope you have a good day as well.
Today I am thinking of going for a walk into the woods with my crossbow, just for a nice walk. Seeing if I come across some turkeys or something, Just for some fall foods. I am also wondering if I can get things done and ready for winter. I have lots of wood to stack, birds to take care of, about three cord to start stacking. It will be a epic Warm winter with all that wood and wont get any chills in this house.
Oh yes I must shown you wonderful humans the kittens I have found, they are the most wonderful of fur nuggets, so I will raise them with love and kindness.
Ok Ok one more, just look at this beautiful baby.
The Cuteness overload is beyond normal, little fluff ball. I have to make sure they are loved and made to feel, well, like a family.
So the plan of the day is to make sure I get the chickens all loved up and the kittens loved up. Puppers are doing great and treat the kittens well. I have to try and get a picture of the chickens roosting over the kittens, it so freaking awesome.
So the day must start and I must get up, even though the coffee is good and the chair is comfy. Things just don’t get done by just drinking coffee. To go and release the birds and animals and then get back to work on other things.
Good Morning to you humans, the fuzzy-piller says good morning as well. Just because I say so, the fuzzy bum is nifty looking too. Just a happy fuzzy bum. Not going to lie, kinda like saying Fuzzy-bum, kinda has a ring to it.
Oh yes, the kitties are doing great and they are very loving and playful, They are happy babies and have become very happy to hear my voice when I call them for snacks. However be right back, gotta go let out birbs. I will get pictures.
Behold the laying hens, They are doing great and I have to get the pen insolated for the winter. Just so they don’t get too cold and get sick. It does not take much. I have a heavy insolated tarp that goes over top, then I have a couple heat lamps that go inside and bam, They have a toasty and very happy winter. Just because they rare good for years to come when it comes to them laying eggs.
So the wood stove is going to be lit later and heats up the house. Just the dampness is starting to crawl into the house. Can’t have that, As it would take a lot longer get the cold out if I have to fight the dampness as well. So all in all the day is kind of planed out, also I am going to take it is a bit easier today. Just tired and did not sleep the best, Head is a bag of fuzz balls and can’t really get a clear mind so I must be careful with the day. I am also trying to make sure that I don’t get too far behind, that would be very terrible as it would not be good to get stuck in the rut.
However the day is turning into a alright day, just have to be sure to get things done. The day cannot be wasted as each day has its own reason for being. The travesty that would be is beyond just the day, but the time we take to look back and see how we lived our lives.
However I must depart to attend to the things awaiting me.
Good morning from the deer population, a very healthy looking doe and she was with another doe and two fawns. The pretty little things.
So the day has been wonderous and got lots done, from wood brought in to cleaning a house and turning the world of getting things done on its head. In other words a very productive day and even found some treasures.
While cleaning up the out side I found a momma cat and two babies. So they are now taken care of and have a warm spot that is protected from wind and all other weather. The little ones are doing very well, momma is a happy kitty and now I have two more fur nuggets to snuggle. So win win as far as I am concerned. Tonight I am also going to try and link my videos here so the people can enjoy the creepy stories that I have been reading.
So that is there and now I have some more stuff to do tonight before I can rest and work on my hobbies. I am quite excited to get more done, Just been having the feel good jive as of later and I do not want to mess that up. So what is left is to feed and tuck in the chickens and then also make sure the kitties are all fed and happy and the doggos are the same. Birbs have been doing great as of late and have been happy. I have to make sure that the pen is ready for the winter and they have a toasty place to roost.
So all in all a good day and not much to report as the days have begun to get very busy before the winter comes. Fear not for I will always be here for you wonderful humans, to talk to and listen to the world and tell you all what it says.
To sunder the times have come, born with great malaise and dishonor, Monday was born. To the travesty of life and limb, to the horror of the burnt, the sullen has become the aware. For a burnt wire has become the bane of my existence. The fridge has had a bad day and burnt the wire that goes into the female plug from the wall. This meaning the burnt wire is not one of hardship to get too, nor is it a wire that should be hard to replace. A dignity known to me is that I am not a fool, But a fool with wire strippers.
So the day seems like it might be a bit of a challenge but nothing to cray cray. With the rain coming in and the world scented with rain and autumn bring forth a divine hope inside. Not one that is chosen or devolved, but one that is refreshing and acknowledging the end of a harvest season and the forewarning of the colder months ahead. Scents that tickle the mind with warning of the deep winter to come, sensations of goosed skin is a great refresher of the mind to know the world is coming to rest. Turning more and more, we must prepare for the nights of ice.
The falling leaves sing songs of death and decay, not somber but in the rule of many. Life is not forever, life is not going to be gifted longer to you, life is a gathering of seasons, each one with a lesson and a hope of growth and desire. To us many times we only ever have 80 seasons to come to terms with the reality of what we are, to accept the decree of life is to die, to have 80 seasons is not many, far less if converted to dollars it is but a pair of grocery bags. So to stay humble as is the terms of life, it is to be aware that the seasons are not just turns and angular rotations. They are the visual reminders we are not forever, we are not endless, we are the brown leaves falling to the ground at the seasons end. Fall with grace beautiful ones. For your fall is the time we have left to fly with the wind, and not rot with the waste.
Good morning you wonderful beings of life, How the days have begun to shorten and the nights colder, thus the time to remain vigalant for the frost and the ice to ruin the end of the crops for the year. This would be a huge dent into the winters store for food and resource. Canning and drying foods has become a major part of my life when it comes to understanding the future. Though I am not the best to say I am secure, I have been saving lighters I have found on the ground and such. Just for the flint inside them. Gives the potential to have a fire started without flame or fuel. I have about 2000 aluminum cans to melt down and have some soft metals saved up. Then I want to collect metals that I might be able to melt down with higher temps, so I have the chance to make arrow heads and such. Also I have been collecting batteries for the lead. A very soft metal that can be used to make slugs and such for self made projectiles. I have been getting the understanding of preserves with eggs, meats and such. I will not out last them all but I will out last the many.
So the day is a day to catch up on the chores and such that calls out to me in need of doing. From chicken homes needing to be refreshed with new shavings, to the cat house that needs to be done so they have much warmer place for rest in the winter. I cannot let the fur nuggets suffer due to my incompetence of the human with the means to help. So today I will be collecting all the resources I need to build one and then see if I can find the insolation for the kitty walls. For the heat I am ordering some ceramic bulbs and red heat bulbs for heat for the birbs. Just because the times are as such, we are not perfected beings but we have the chance to be better then the ones before, lets take that and move forward in the ability to love what cannot do for themselves.
Though these things sound very objective to my life I have these thoughts for the little creatures of my life, they are not innocent in our ways of convictions, they are the ones who may not become as us, but we have the chance to bring them to a greater comfort with thought and mindfulness. I have just found the greater love for life when I am seeing myself no better then my feathered and fur friends. They are providers of eggs, comfort, and reason. They have a greater understanding of things then we do as we have a greater understanding of other things.
Though these are the thoughts of a fool, I am sure of this, as a fool I may not be the world, but I am at the top of my world, with feathered and fur love, with kinship with my family, with books being read online, life is just a good place to be right now.
Though the world is in turmoil, find a home in your heart that cannot be torn asunder, let it be your home of life.
To the evening cast the twilight sky, morbid minds of humanitzed husk that cast away morality for a happier life slowly wake inside. Turmoil of sins and saints have begun to spark into the sky as stars. We never seem to allocate to the darkness respect, but feed it the carnal desires we hide behind the eyes. The last vail of personal perquisite is the fabric of mist that is the fear of the dark. To some this is more then the means to entice silence in the mouth of depravity, however, to the many we harbor lustfully on the edge of the twilight to let our manifestations of pleasure become a carnal reality.
Many face the silken absence of light through the divine, though with the gratuity of naked pride. Both bound in the single obsession of self and migratory saintly desires. How are we so begone to humanity that divinity is sold in processed Internum for the masses to pass over to the table top or the end table so that others see devotion in each others house hold. Neatly in the drawer under the unscored testate of sacrament, the secrets of sin and debauchery hide so carelessly, that or so the conscious of the harbor man, is testing the resolve of others to maintain decorum or if the sins run in more then just that houses walls.
Is it but the mention of humanity that we are bound to call out some befuddled skin of a human claiming to have great wisdom, class and doctoral of the words spoken makes him either, martyr, sacrifice, saintly and devout. Though truly just the words understood by the many will mute the few who speak in question and wonder of such babblings. Are we just that far from isolation from grandeur and devotion, to the black skies of starless nights are our eyes, when mortem and divinity is bound in the darkness.
Walking through the depressed sounds of a forest tormented by the moans of a nights prowl, skin becomes fevered with goosebumps, a primal notion of protection, not relegated to being cold as the days of mercantile has brought us. To feel carnal, devoted minds who wish to prowl into the graves of the weak, bones and carcass never given grace of burial. They lay upon the ground, steaming from the life and warmth once saved for a child now escapes into the thirsty veil, never to be satiated by the means of flesh, only to the means taking life and basking in the eyes frozen in fear left for the ones who seen monstrous death, of others or the pain of evisceration of ones own being. Quick death is never given as the last pump of the heart is to be felt by the one who took this pray.
Flesh to steel, Mind to Carnal fear, Thirst to divulgence, Life to death. All things fell onto the veil for us to feed in, to become a beast with two backs, to mold the very tears of a childless mother into the pleasures of a divine sacrifice. We are not ones of light or ones of the moral, we are ones of the darkness, the veil still coats our back as we hold false light of innovation to give us safety.
Innovations will fail, human hearts will give power to great devotion, devotions become bound to human frailty, human frailty leads to seeking others, seeking others means we increase the size of the vail behind you.
Always remember you will never see another ones vail, not until the darkness of their vail, becomes the innovation of your fall.
Much love and fear not your own being, but the being hidden behind husk of lies and false divinity.
Good day you smexy humans you!!!!!! I do hope your day has been the most wonderful it can be considering where you are.
Of course I have to show off the Bella when she comes around and a perfect picture of licking the lips. Just had a good meal so she is a happy fur nugget. Soon though she will need her winter built but that is a hour and a few to get it together, then not just the Bella but Stinker and Two face need a home too for the winter. They are not inside cats and just don’t want to come into the house but have heated locations around the property. The cat house is a extra spot that has a heating pad in it and where the water will be kept so it wont freeze. Gotta love the fur nuggets of the world who make your world better.
Of course The Stinker and Two-Face are relaxing and enjoying the sun, as good kitties do. The chickens have to be let out and they need the chance to eat up all the bugs. Just as the day is a bit chilled the tomatoes are starting to turn red on the vine, the animals are chirping as the seasons change. I have much to do but much time to do it so I am glad to just be alive today. It is just a happy day that is part of the week that has been ok as it could be.
So the morning has been wonderful as the coffee is strong and I much to do but little worries to get them done, just a perfect day with all the galactic alignments to produce such a day. As odd as that sounds, if all the movies and all the media call out the light and dark to their means, if they call out the universe to bask in their glory, then why can’t I? Just because they called the world theirs, does not mean I cannot say that the world I live in is mine.
Sleepy kitty needed to be wrapped up and keeping warm in my sweater, just because, they do love being snuggled.
I do have some wonders about the world and the people in it, I think the world needs some reduction in some things, both human and human created. That is however for the next post, this one is just about how awesome the day has started out as and I don’t want to ruin such a good feeling post. So until later.
Rise and shine you wonderful creations of life, how I do hope your day is a wonderful as it can be. Myself, after some modifications I should be able to have decent production of stories!! Much happiness indeed, make me happy and gives me more drive to do lots more. That and bringing forth stories from 100s of years ago, so awesome. Anyway back to do some minor work for the pops. Gotta dig a little bit then I gotta bury a O pipe and done. Quite easy to be honest.
So that is the morning plan and now I have to make sure all are happy with it. Then back home to clean and make sure the house is happy then work on recordings. I have lots of Ambrose Bierce to read and then I have much to do to find more works from earlier. See what the 1700s holds for the dark and macabre of the human mind. All in all it is a good day and I have many plans to get more and more done. The day only ends when we are ready for it to end.
I shall be back later as I must depart to get things done. Starting with dishes and doggos.
Good day again you loverly people, I have to say the day of recovery took more then just one this time. What a hecken miss step in the weekly plans. Just feel like I am properly conscious now and have control of the body and its movements. I feel like I have some more bodily functions back and can think. I am unsure if I have noticed that behavior or if I was just not all back to normal.
So with the channels I watch online as I don’t watch tv, though I have talked about this through nauseum I can not get over the religious fervor that seems to replace the part of us that I would call compassion. From people becoming obsessed with tarot cards and tell others their future, as the death of Charlie Kirk, many have become more deduced to his faith. Like all other times I have not a single reason to hate any faith or belief. Really hate ages one too quickly and results are not but life in turmoil of factitious lies and suggestions.
Quick note on the Charlie Kirk events. His family has my greatest hopes they will pull through and please, lets tie the fuck who shot him to four horsed and rip him apart.
So, What bothers me so much about this part is that many are calling for the kinship and hope this will bring people together, oddly each time I have seen this it takes but a month for that concept to fall apart. People are forgetful and will pass this along with the next event of life being taken. Why are we justifying the death with compassion, why are we seeking to hold down the fort but never take the other teams fort. Do we not know that retreating to your own fort and discussing future plans, and we become surprised when they come back. Last time I found that I was in a spot with many against me, I pushed back to the fort and then burned the fort down with them in it. Literally and figuratively as well. Lives may have been taken but life is the cost of ultimate death, Either you have the tenacity to make death a part of your life then you are not ready for the truth of life. To have life is to have to goal of death. For it is the outcome to all life, to die is not to be forgotten, but to be turned into the next rich earth to give food to the next evolution thinking it was the best one to come.
With the fear of death we seemed to have created a reason to cost death and it is rewarded with eternal peace. To have such a reasoning is to have the mentality of a child who only heard part of a conversation then making up the whole story. To be clever is to be godly and to be godly is to rationalize why you are right with no charge back. You can’t fight back against a foe that their only weapon is your time and your thoughts. To make a man debate their worth, to make a woman debate her means, to make a group of people fear the cosmic events that are just preplanned common things. That is the ultimate weapon, mankind’s own consciousness.
So it is weird that we have become obsessed with what its right and wrong, that we have become desires of our own falsities, that we have become a creator of faux disease and call it defined faith. What is the the defined though, thoughts, repeated actions of the many, the dictator of dreams and life? Such things are that of a child like existence and has no chance to improve the many but only the few who are chosen. Getting chosen is to say the being inside yourself is not that of importance and must be killed for a common thought and belief. Seems like a destroyer of civilizations that is planted like a seed and wait to see what seed growths are strong enough to take out the others.
Though another rambling of mine now that the others have arived at home and the dog barking is over with. I must get back to recordings of epic stories.
Until later my loverlies,
Much love and be safe with the world turning ever so viciously
The day started off a bit weak but all in all, moving along into a somewhat productive morning. Up at 6:30 but I am still in a mindset to recover as I am rocking only about 65% still. Mind is still weak but a bit more focused, the body has recovered most but about the same recovered in body as well. It is a great joy that I have great people in my life to help out when I am not doing good. Who knew that the brain was so important. >.<
The day has uploads to my reading channel and more to get done outside and such. Many a task must be done and not the sunlight or the light of the moon shall fall upon them again. These are the tasks of life, the many things that are important to the day and must be handled with great respect and diligence that is only offered by the ones who know of its importance. With them lies the things in life we will face. From dishes to collecting greens, From the meats freshly butchered, to the chickens growing ever so plump that they already have a mirage of a filling meal when looking at them.
The garden is doing great and the tomatoes should be turning red quite soon. Then delicious food will be ours, as there is nothing like the taste of food grown by the hand. Chickens who are given the free roam of the yard, eggs being delicious and the meat tender but flavor is the king. Just the better way of living life, more humble and more true to the human existence.
The chickens have been freed and they are happy critters with all the joy in the world for bugs and grass. A simple life and a life worth living. The eggs are always plentiful and have many each day that could give breakfast to the many. However glassing them for the future use is much more important. Simple process, that way having eggs for up to 5 years sealed away, just good planning. The rest of the day has to be done with moving dirt back and filling the hole next to the house from fixing the water lines.
All in all, it has been a good start to the day, going back and forth from the writings of the mind to the jobs of the day. Dishes have become finalized and little other is inside for the day. To be honest the day is already quite good, lots done, lots to do and thankful animals all along the way. To the world is more then I could ever handle, So the ones who seek such a burden to carry, I grant them the respect and admiration, as one who would see what they carry and what they do to make sure the world still turns.
Though the sun is bright today and clouds sparce, the drive is still low, coffee is not hitting hard today, Ugh not good, as coffee is my life line. Well to be honest I dont know if I could literally say that but yes, I live on the stuff. That is also the cost of having too much to do and never that time to make sure it all gets done, life is hard like that, drawn to the chaos, made to work it out, then by the time chaos has been handled, we are already getting comfy in a grave. Almost sad in a way but is the way of life according to modernity. All is good though as long as we have family and friends who are not out for the blood of the willing, but are out to gift the broken with social adhesive.
Well then, What a night and day, I have not had a rough one in a while. Umm so its kind of like you loose the ability to have a quick thinking mind, the body becomes extraordinary weak. To the extent that a fork is hard to pick up and use. Very very shitty, One of the major things is my heart doesn’t see to work right, its beats feel very weak and I have a hard time getting it up and going. Kind of like I have a governor on my heart that wont let it go above 80 bpm.
Now with that you can imagine that the body when moving feels very weird and limbs have 1/4 the ability to move. Of course very slow thinking and very hard to make choices in the day. Even today my heart is feeling weaker then is should and right now I have to take deep breaths that are kind of conscious effort. Almost as if I have a greater amount of gravity on my chest and I cant fight it. Limbs almost feel foreign and having to move them is a workout that is beyond the ability of the tendons. As if the tendons are over stretched and cannot be tightened again, as if I am trying to use a over used bungie cord. It is just hanging and not able to lift as all tension is gone.
So the weird place to hold my legs is up on a chair and I hold my hands over my chest while sitting up and it gives some kind of comfort. I am just having a tough one is the way I tend to put it, Even though this is more then life ever delt me before op.
So I am going to sit in the sun for a bit so my skin warms and feels less like a 3/4 frozen jell that is very hard to move around and it takes it more to move. So I will have to warm in the sun and keep the body moving so I don’t get stuck in a semi solid state it feels like. I just taking a day to heal, or what ever is going on time to fix, and hope that the day is kind.
Good day to you wonderful humanoids that find this most wonderful place home for a few minutes. The day is wonderful, A bit chilly, but all in all a great day and have much to be happy about. From helping out the pops to getting the house cleaned up and such. Just a happy critter today. The milky dew crawls along the grass and up the tree leaves, Causing the sun to break apart into its various rays of color from being prismed by the water droplets. Truly the pink skies are the tell tale sign that the world is waking, from the hairless apes to the mouse who wakes to a drop of water falling on its nose.
Sometimes its the very unnoticeable that makes us the best of what we can be. It is the best of the us that can see the frog for a frog and not a lesser being. Who are we to say that we are better, simply because we have language, we have technology; those things are not part of us, (yet), and they are not easily taken with us. Place a frog in the city or deep into the forest, they would make it and have a ribbiting good time, humans are too full of pride to survive both.
So I am trying to see the best of both worlds, to see what the human kind can produce in the world to make it a better place, a more loving place. Yet also we have to make sure that we do not have too much thought of self grandeur as we are still just animals. Just one who think we are above all else. As the tiger laughs in his kingdom.
Morning coffee is being wonderful and with the very early morning breakfast is bought and nummy as we wait for the construction store to open, a delicious treat but a treat non the less. They are not everyday but when they do, they are awesome.
With time growing ever so nagging and me having to get a move on in the day, I should depart and get back to the tasks at hand, they won’t get done themselves. The day demands of me and I shall not disappoint the time given to me. Might just have to work extra to burn the day off quicker. Lets just see how things go.
Just a beautiful day with the trees giving us the most wonderful of colors, they are just wonderful to look at and have a sense of change going on in the world.
I do think that autumn is the best time of year, it shows the change coming and how things are never the same for long. That is a good thing as the the world changes so fast that sometimes it baffles us.
To the night that is getting longer I hope it brings the most delicious of dreams and hopes. The shorter days are signs that we must collect our goods for the winter. The times bring forth warmer clothing and cooler nights. Those are the best night for hot chocolate, warm kitty snuggles and beautiful skies that glow at night. Sometimes the seasons each hold gifts we tend to forget about. They are each gifts tied to a time we only have for so long. Take them into your heart, for from birth, we only ever have about 85 times to enjoy each season. That is not a big as a number as many think when time starts to burn at both ends.
Even the random kitties are showing up and getting excited as they know the colder times brings out the next kitty box. Basically what it is, just a insolated wooden box that I can use for the kitties so they have for the winter. Of course the box is heated as well, cant have cold kitties when they work so hard to keep the mice and squirrels out.
Looks like I have to go and get more pictures of the chickens for you loverly peoples. Be right back.
Ok back with popcorn chicken and popcorn kitty apparently.
Peace is found in popcorn apparently, should we be taking this as a sign that we should discuss things over popcorn, could that be cure to all fighting, buttery popcorn. At least we could say its a much more peaceful way to “pop things off”.
Just to think that it truly could be the solutions to all things, We could call it the great buttering. The time of great peace brought by the wonders of the popped cornel. Could be a thing if people we a little self absorbed and have a clinical case of insanity due to the devotions to a imaginary friend was cured by buttery goodness. Just saying that is basically how deep things are to people. Religion is as strong as the desires of the person, I think we could all use the desire of popcorn, the greatness of the cornel of truth, all smothered in butter can be a friend and communicator to us all. Just a idea that “popped” into my head.
But the world is not that type of world. It is as divided as the continents by great oceans, we must create things in our own hands to cross the great beyond.
Until later, I must be off to attend to the world at my feet.
Good day fellow humans, humanoids, time locked humanoids, lizards in human disguise and other ethereal creatures that find this planetary existence home. I do hope our little rock rotating around a little sun, that is slowly moving along the arm of the great milky way, grants you joy and hope, even if you are just visiting. Your existence may be hidden or may not even exist, you may be more then I said you are or less, it matters not, just that a existence grants the possibility that things are far more then we see.
With the world turning around the axis and giving the light of the sun cycles as the home of the many turns around its poles. The age of creatures are unknown and the time they have claimed is theirs to know and us to speculate. A gift is not that there is a place to grow and have great experiences, it is a place that gives a mind to the many and a gift to see if we can work as a unity and not as individuals. I do however think that we have turned the world from unified glory to individualized fandom. Though the individual is great, not to think that we have to act as one, but to take the ideas of many and formulate a non divine exceptionalism that is the human kind. I just have to make sure that I explain the things that I mean. So what the day brings to mind, is that we are great but not the greatest we can be, a interesting thought.
However to move along in thoughts and processes, soon the chickens need to be released and have the day roaming the grass, soon it wont be a option, fall is coming in strong and I plan to go for a walk and get pretty pictures today. Just a traverse throughout the woods and such with my mini bow and see if I can get pictures of animals. That and see if I can get myself a partridge to eat and such. Just because they do taste amazing. Many things to do today and never enough time, spending time with you people are some of the best in the morning. Just because.
So the woods is sounding more and more attractive and thinking that the day is more and more a gift to me then not. Just that the turmoil’s of the world do take its toll and we must take time to go back to nature and not be fools but just to breath in the air. The world is breathing just like you and spending time with her. She is a gift that has given us life and the chance to prove we can love her and still advance in the creations of thought and the material world.
With more and more coming to mind, the second cup of coffee is needed and to scan the things I wish to do through my mind, the day is warming to my hopes. I hope to be back later and have a more defined schedule with you lovely humanoids and such.
Good day to you, you wonderful creature you. I do hope the day has found you well and that the darkness of the world has not come to block out your sun. The world is very dark right now, with the death of Kirky, things are very, very different now. Just be safe and love the ones who are still standing beside you, if a death of a good man separates you form some people in your life, so be it. I am no man of any religion, but I am envious of the faith he had, I am no man of great value, He was, he stood for the ones who followed him and the ones who stood before him. Just a damn good man, better then most and the ones who wish could be better, they saw him as a great example of what it means to be just better then what your born as.
Onto more happy thoughts, the chickens are doing wonderful and I have to go and make sure they are happy critters. Just making sure they have water, food is everywhere with the bugs and worms of the fall. They are the best critters. I have to go out and get more pictures but here is a couple of the world that surrounds me.
If you are out and about, be careful, as the two face, the greatest of all hunters and will get you. Then you have to suffer the attack of the cuteness. It is a very deadly thing the cuteness, been know to take many a men out and never let go.
However the plan of the day is to level out some skids and start stacking wood and getting it ready for the winter. Just so it does not get wet or start to mold and make for shitty burning wood. That way we don’t have to worry about using other heat sources. I still want to go up north and get another good couple loads of wood. At least another cord or two. I am sicken by the waste of time that is used to blame not being ready, when the time used to complain is the same time that can be used to get ready. Always remember, You might know 50% of what is facing you in the world, at most, you don’t know 50% of the things that you will have to face that day, Then, The most important part, you have 100% of the things in the day you don’t know that you don’t know. There is a 100% chance you will face something new and protentional deadly to all things that you hold close. It is a odd thing to say but until you know what is in that 100%, that means you will always have extra against you. Hold strong and keep yourself strong, fight not yourself, but the ones who wish to pit yourself against yourself, Test not your own limits but allows limits to be tested by the world and its ways. Just stand firm for peace in humanity, family and life.
Don’t leave the world in more pain then you were born into, Don’t take others life as a simple thing, it is a thing of greatness waiting to be seen, lastly, don’t burn the love of the ones who are trying to lift you up. They may not believe what you do, but have a common goal of helping fellow man. Just be nice.
The day is going wonderful and the world turns as expected, People are already failing at common sense. “Why would you give away broken part that you can’t fix and would cost 150$ to fix, knowing its 75$ to replace the part.” That is the absurdity of the lack of thought that goes through the heads of people on the regular around here. Just tries my will to help and explain things to people who would deny just logic and life. Oh how you test me.
The darkness is far beyond my sight and dreams are not the fuel, the things that encourage me to fight on and on is to wait and see the ones who have chosen the path of patched failures and not the path of justified results and previous and more constructed path of success. Some times its a wonder how we as a species even got this far, to be honest I would get the reasoning of the “brothern moons” from dead space. Individual thought is becoming dangerous as the ones who lead the conscious majority is retarted in a very legitimate way. The way things have become justified to the counts and countess is becoming to modernity again. Before we go to far we should seek the past for answers and the outcomes of replayed nausea. For the outcome is never to weigh on the peasents, but the weight of the blade on the ones of causality.
Knowing that ranting is a common thing here, making it make sense is the most important. Fearing the world is not a thing, I fear the ones who think they are the majority of thought, They are just the greatest and easiest opinion.
I had to stop yesterday and not write anymore as The Kirky was murdered. This is really sad, he was a father and a husband, a good man doing good things. I may not share his beliefs with him, that does not matter for I hope he is sitting beside his creator and looking down protecting his family. The U.S.A. will not be the same, like it or not, they have changed the field of war. To take a innocent and allow the hate they have sowed for so long to give this rotten apple. They are now eating a rotten apple pie. The world has started to grief, I hope the ones who have cheered know the world was the ones who loved him. Not loved by a group, a state, a country or land mass. He was loved by the world, from start to finish he was a good man. He may not have said the words that all can agree with but he did love all. Though hate has taken from us a great man, his love will shine through the rest of us and we will blind the darkness that is the hatred that has happened.
Kirky, Rest in peace, you have earned your spot among gods and angels you believe in,
Good morning, to all who have missed me and my rants, I have been busy with spending time with my daughter, she is a amazing and a very wonderful child. That and just realizing that time and hope are things we should always hold onto. So she is awesome and spent a lot of time outside and such, it was great. Just a lot of good times and sorting out the past and making sure the future is bright.
The morning is chilled and is about 4*c and we have a day filled with options. I have some dishes to do, some floors to clean and some dogs to wash. Then cut some grass, maybe check garden to see if tomatoes are ripe and good to go. I also need to check the eggs, to see if any more silkies are ready to go into the incubator. Might see if I can get some toe nails cut on the doggos might even give them a hair cut. The day is mine and I wish to catch up on things left behind and not attended too.
Though the day has been wonderful and I have much to do, I just want all of you to know that you are beautiful creatures. Like my chickens you have become a major part of my life. Never ever take a being calling you a chicken make you feel like a loser. They are some of the bravest and most passionate about protecting the family. I have seen chickens take on foxes and fishers, and the chicken win. They are not weak or scared, they are stoic and chose no violence until needed.
Today will be a duel post as I have much to catch up on you with, even though I have been busy, you have been on my mind. From my subscribbers to the ones who stop by to just be curious. Love you all and I will be back, thank you for your time,
Good day to you wonderful beings of life, how the day is wished upon you with grace and dignity. The day will be filled with rain and clouds, for this is a time that we need, for the ground weeps dry tears of flame and coal. Foods and animals are hardend by the scale that has formed in the bounty of flesh and stone. For the sky must cry tears of life to give even the most ill of all mentalities’, For tears are not that of pain, sorrow or loss, they are the tears of all things, joy, loss, birth, death. They hold no pity and hold no grace, they hold life, death, remorse and greed. They are the honest drops of reality, for mankind cannot handle a truth no longer, they must be bathed in silent truth and then hope that it soaks past the skin of divulsion.
Sacrament is the word that brings all together yet is the word that splits family, kinships and life. Not religious but a sacrament of life, we have a darkness inside we use to reflect light that is given to us. We have life and thought, yet not passion of decree of existence. We give out birthed innocent and divinity of child birth and hope that just because we are able to something that we should. Much like the child to a discarded toy, no relevance until it cannot be found at will.
With hope as available as to how much money you can design a world to your standards, yet the ones with a wealthless means must die to the dollar of the ones who have boughten hope. Though means of relevance was once a means of protecting and honoring others and the world, not it is gifted to the ones who can buy importance. Though the words spoken are as hollow as a mindless fool, they are taken as the gospel of greater gods and divinities we are not allowed to see. From leaders of law, to the leaders of soul and the leaders of land, they are all granted divinity by a lower class that serves them. How tragically beautiful.
So with so much seen as a greater life and death, its no a wonder but a reason no one can see the stars for the velvet backdrop of night, we see not a star, but a meaningless light, much like those who live in the orbit of that star, they see our star the same, not a life giving object, but just a random light in the endless velvet backdrop. We are as significant as to the same how we see each star, why would a life of millions of years of evolution and decree give us any more significance then we give them.
Our humility and humbleness became much like our wonder of the unknown, now that we think we know, we sacrificed our humility for knowledge and humbleness for pride. Two things that each being worships when gods become silent.
Good day to the wonder ones who find this place a home for mind and soul. Here is to hoping that this place can give you raprieve from the world and you can take a moment to read and enjoy the mind of a fool in love with the natural world. From the chickens I love to call every morning with a “Good Morning Girls”. The clucks and chirps that call back to me are the sounds of heaven. Parents dogs always happy to see me in the morning as they know it is time for morning pets and lovins. Just how things are in my world of broken brains and thoughts of humanity and its jesters.
The day is starting to move along so nicely that forgotten pains are a history and the world turns and gifts me life and liberty to live the way that is my way of life. Doctors and Minds that form the greatest inventions in time, Great thinkers and great understanders of the cosmos, all are tasked with the embetterment of mankind. Gifted not with a great mind, granted not a mind of great depictions of the cosmos, gifted not with the sight of a great philosopher, However what is made in my existence, is the home to those who are these things and can read a mind that is not to far gone into the cosmaic insanity that is humanity, but a creature of innovations and decrees of nature.
For the world is not a gift, it is a happenstance of archaic times and events, the gift is the choice we have to see them for what they are. To know that we are not special as a creature, but we are special to be evolved at all, to have a mountain of historic genetic mutations, to have a rock decree it our time, to have a rodent beneath the dirt to a creator of the things that take us beyond the rock we habitat.
To master anything is a lie, for the master of anything is a creature that has become stagnant in its understanding and happy in a relations to knowledge that makes them godly. That makes them rot in a lie of convivence and lore of one. When lore is not a conception of one, but a tale of all and none, a relocation of being to a habitual reality we all live in. To that becoming humble is the cost and greater genius is just being aware we are nothing and everything, don’t fall to grace and love, become the existence is grace and love for others to fall into.
Well now that the water is back the great day of cleaning is a foot, from floors to counters to moping to cleaning bathroom. All these things have gotten ahead of the clan and now need to be taken care of. That and people are no longer in and out of the house and my head is no longer becoming a fog of war with over stimulation. Getting my days back that no one is here for the most of the day and I can get lots done, just my happy place.
So the bees have been thick this year and I have had to get some raid spry, this leads me to the thinking that maybe making a bee house and a hornet house in the back yard might be a good idea. Just to have them all in one location and we don’t have to worry about getting stung. That shit hurts depending location. Having lots to do to catch up on, after all caught up getting at least 3 hours of book readings uploaded. Just need to catch up and the humans are gracious giving me time to take care of the bullshit that is life.
The days are becoming a bit shorter with the change of seasons, this brings me joy as it will bring cooler weather to make sure that we should be getting ready for the winter. From help the parental units getting wood for the house, just so they can save a bunch of money on propane and such. Heating a house is something that can change your ability to live depending on the resource you use to heat a house. If you are luck enough to have a wood stove and a wood source, you can save so much money on things from heating the house to cooking and boiling water. So much energy is saved if you can manage to do this.
So with the world still turning and I have to go and check on laundry and make sure that it is still going. Dishes and such, floors once they are done, a house is never finished and if you think it is, but a fools mind has fallen on you.
However, departing to chores must be done, Until later Loverlies.
Well we won, the water war is over and we have it back. From trying everything we had to run new lines above ground and get water that way. So from what has to be done next is, a lot of digging and moving dirt. We might have to remove some of the driveway and that should be good. About 6 feet down, and 140 feet across the lawn. So Yeah, a lot of digging. We have oh about 4 months I would think before the water would start to freeze. So time to break out the spade shovel and get in my minecraft mode.
The day though is filled with fixing little things around the house and then go and get recordings done for the last of The Brothers Grimm stories. That way moving onto the other books will be done. I have some really old books I found online and I am eager to start them. Around the mid 1500s, So we shall see what it was like back then through the words of the authors.
One thing that has to be done is that gardens need water badly and now that the water is flowing so the gardens need a good drink. That and getting the ease trough fixed and make sure to get more cleaned up. Stones are a plenty here and must be moved so the projects can continue on and not be held up. Always has a job to be done, that is good, as a lazy mind is a sad mind.
So with that unsure what the plan of the day is, me thinking that I should post a picture of the day, what one though is the real question.
Look look, the cute salamander, a blue spotted one, cute as hecken.
However the day calls and I need one more coffee before getting things started.
The days have been odd, trying to make it here with a family and no running water. Still trying to figure out the reason it is losing prime and water not flowing. Though well below water in the well, by like 45 feet. So water is not the issue, for some reason it is the transportation from well to house for some reason.
So the day has started off wonderfully, the chickens are doing well and they have lots of food and water. Eggs are coming in like crazy, chickens are really the best. So I am just a happy clam and I am just glad to be part of the world I do live in. People be damned, living the world as it is is not for me, so creating out own worlds in the universe that is our planet.
Oddly, the chickens have decidedly to become much more tame, they run to the beds at night now and don’t need to be ushered in. Such good clucky girls. They do make the heart sing with joy when they come to you for pets and love. Oh oh and also they are having chicks pop out of some eggs. So that is exciting as well.
All in all a great day and a great start off to the day to get things done.
What a day was yesterday, I have found out that the people in my family are complete cowards. They are a pack of weak minded people who lets just say, a great way to explain this. It is no different then sitting around a table and saying aids is not real because they don’t know anyone with aids. That and anyone saying they have aids are liars and trying to cause hate. Their source, CNN, Fox news, and such. Once trusted now proven over and over again to be liars and deceivers of truth.
That and then come to diseases they call out that since no one they know are struck with a downside of a treatment that no side effects ever existed. They are a evolved socialized parasite that feeds the slop of lies to the next pig of what they want to feed it too. Its sickening to me and I have lost all hope they are more then just a husk of a human. No longer is there is chance that they are human, they are but a vessel of a hot gasses that are formed by the acidic manifestations inside that turn any soul into a burning fluid that melts down the common sense that now feeds the slop to the disillusioned brain.
It is a something I could never be part of, a grotesque manipulation of the world around us to they can have such a life where they are justified in killing the neighbors as they have a last name the news said was bad. Then look at me like my mind has become diseased and I have no thoughts that are valued to be heard. Then when they apologize to me when my thoughts worked out, I am not allowed to say anything. Fucking retarted.
So needless to say, the water is still not working as they had to try everything but my suggestion and then when it came down to the last thing being my suggestion to check, and not spend 6 hours hand pumping a well that is 50 feet deep. Then when all else failed they tried my idea and look at that, I was fucking right, over 1000$ in debt, endless hours working on it. All it was a short that caused the reverse polarity on the pump. I moved one wire, well would you look at that, it fucking worked. Before though, it was impossible to happen so no sense in trying, lets rip it all apart and lose pieces and then have to buy a whole new pump because they lost parts they needed. You would think after all the times this has happened before. Whatever, those people will be dead soon enough and then I can just leave the rest of the family to burn down in the embers they create.
Ugh, I shall be back later when feeling less petty and has some more news on the day and how the birbs and such are doing.
Good day to the ones who find my silly little page home for a time. Rest here fellow human, For this is not a place to seek hostilities, but a place of humility and open thoughts for anyone who questions anything and everything. I am a but a simple fool and hope that this little hovel of digitization is welcoming and warm. The darkness is held at my door, no malice shall enter here. Please rest weary traveler.
With the dry days behind us and the rain coming, the things in life have become more difficult. We have a problem with the well and for some reason it is loosing pressure and we have no water. From checking the food valve and such we have not fully figured it out. So, much like before the times I was dragged from the woods. My abilitiy to priduce clean water is being used again. Did not take two long but I have two 45 gallon drums of water for cleaning and such. Then I managed to get two medium jugs filled with drinking water. Thank goodness for the things I have learned in the woods.
So that has been a battle and this is day three but though today is a day without tap water, it is a day off as we are waiting for some potential draining from a broken hose underground, if so the distance to dig up the line is about 100 feet. About 8 feet down, so a lot of digging, by hand. If that is the issue of course, we could have a bad line in the well to fix or who knows. Just another day of existing in a world of events and history to remind us of them.
Oh Oh check out this chunky boy.
Look at this hug guy, He is a very pretty boy and is happy to have our scraps. So he is a proud and very proper looking groundhog. The color and the length of the toes and claws on the front very healthy so he will be a welcomed visitor. However if distruction becomes his past time. He will need to be moved to a new home.
But it is almost 10 am and I have to get some things done even though its a rest day. I hope your day is as wonderful as you are.
To the jest of the day, I wish you all to have a day with all the hope you have stays untainted. The morning here has been good and I have been enjoying a coffee, the best part of the day is the morning coffee, the silence and the coffee is a gift beyond my wishes. As a simple man, coffee and morning silence is my throne.
Good morning from the laying hen that has seemed to have found kinship with me. She loves to follow me around and is happy to just sit on my arm, not just a good chicken, a great chicken.
With random things to happen today, I am ever so wondering what it will hold. I know a lot of people are busy with day to day lives. Being very lucky in the sense to have the life I have. I just wish that the world would feel happy just to have a family and not desire the destruction of what they don’t have. Curiosity has given me a life worth talking about, from critters and animals I find or have times with. I get to share it all with you beautiful humans. To share my life with you is the gift I hope to provide.
My life will not be one of greatness of the sword, nor will it be a leader with the power of a army. It will become a chance to show the world that the world, raw and disclosed fully it is truly beautiful. Though bloody and viscera have laid on flowers, those flowers wash off in the rain and the beauty of it all lies under the red stain. Life is hard, in various ways for different reasons. Don’t let your reasons become the catalyst of devotion to the death of beauty.
I must depart and have my second coffee and then get up and get shit done.
Today is a good day, I am getting lots done and about to head to the world of recordings and making sure I get lots uploaded. I want to get at least 3 vids up today and catch up on uploads that I have not gotten up yet. So lots to do and lots to read and make sure sounds good. The very thing that brings me joy and the hope that I am doing something worth while.
So the day sounds good so far, a joy that is found in the cooler day and how things are moving along so perfectly. Also I would not mind if things also turn for the better for the parental units. Just tough time, that is ok as tough times make for the best and toughest of men. For that is true is also brings forth the biggest and most heard whiny babies of the world. I have many in the family and yet before I looked up to them. Yet now it is of the greatest joy that I am the one who came out on top. Never crawling on top of the fallen down. I would lift them up, However, the dead have no voice and are but memories. I walk over the ones who have taken my name in vain and hope to never see the corps of one who has helped.
For the end of the day is far off, I do find great hope that things are turning in the world as they should be. Death and mutilation on the down fall and the leaders of death are being welcomed into the arms of the being they fed innocence to for so long. Just feels like the day is right.
So with all that I must depart and get things done.
Good day lovelies and hopefully you are having a great day, as mine is starting out decent, with some road bumps but all in all pretty good. I made a Bumble buddy this morning.
Of course the Bumble Buddy had to hold “hands” before trusting me enough to crawl on my arm. Now just cruising around on my arm and enjoying the sun, a good bumbles.
I am working on the last bit of the grave today and then binkers can be buried. I miss him so much, poor buddy, I just hope he is in a good place.
Onto happier things, I have a small block job with the captain tomorrow. He just needs a little bit of help. So I shall provide. Oh and I have to wait outside today for my moms delivery, sign on site kinda deal. So I am just happy to be part of helping her too. Just to be a good human, well try to be.
The bumbles decided my hand is a good place to hand out so I am not going to argue with the little one. Precious to me little one you are.
However I got to go and finish things that are weighing on my heart.
Today sucks, this week sucks, this is a shit week. I don’t know what happedened but my Binkers got sick, just a bit of the tummy sickness. So I decided to sleep on the floor with him, just to comfort him. He was a bit weak but was doing ok. However Monday morning when I woke up, He had passed. My best friend, my buddy, my Binkers is gone, he was just gone. My chest feels hollow and it hurts to be awake right now. I have much to do but its just taking a bit more then before.
I am sorry for not having a happy post, that and being late with the post. Things are just a little less furless around here and that really sucks.
I will be back later. Got to get things done and burry him today.
Good day again, Though I did not nap, Antares got a good snuggle in and loved his nap. Then the other dogs woke him up with some borks and now I am up and gathering up ideas to get done today. Never is too little and always is a lot. Just how life is, that is good though, keeps the mind and hands busy. If they lay to long they become a toy to depression, many will say the idle hands are the devils play things. Nah that is excusatory, Idle hands are a depressed mans toys insinuations and debauchery. We don’t need to have some creator give us a excuse to how we act in the image of developed minds, we just need to seek the adjudication for the ones who lack humanity. For a wood chipper is a tool, and all tools can be used to give a example as how not to act as a evolved creature. To hurt in passion, to devour innocence in lust, to kill in imaginary friends names, to violate innocence in the division of seeing not a human but a animal to abuse. These are things devolved from belief, if so pure then this is the results of man seeing your shadow. We are perfected into adolescence like reasonings that are used for the eldest amongst us. Yet a true adolescent is a wayside of words and nomenclature so you can be derived as a man/woman of god yet to perform the same actions in another’s’ name is a abominations. To have both things say the same meaning but in whom speaks the words determine if they are godly. Just baffles me.
However the mind of many are not the common mind, they are but the many without mind and are seeing through eyes of words and junctions, never through the eyes that have been given to us in fetal form. The one things that nature has given us to see beauty and developed means, we gave it up to have eyes of our own removed to have the eyes of words of the many to see though. Just seems like a operation of not healing but a operation of justification that is not told to us yet, or does not yet exist.
I am but a simple man who loves the snuggles from his doggo and has hope that I am not alone.
Good morning you wonderful and beautiful humans, I hope the day has been kind to you and it won’t become cruel to you. Taking the day to catch up on the jobs around here that have to be done. They are always in the plenty and never down to the few, As it should be.
So the day will be started soon and I know I am a but late to the day but such is life sometimes. I also have to make sure I get the random things caught up with. Somethings are hidden but must be explored and understood before being taken care of. Not all things are easily understood and yet we face them with a mental view of making them make sense though force and not just learn the value and means of the mysterious things we try to force understanding.
Yepp the bella needed to help me with the work today. She is a great help with the things in the world, she gives things a little extra fluff, as you can tell. Oh and apparently my meds. Gotta keep the crazy down.
So all in all the day has become quite the good day. Lots to day and no real pressure to get anything done. Just a happy little clam today, a jolly little guy who just has a great day ahead of him.
What else for the day, so far not much so I will depart for now and I shall be back later for the daily updates and see what I got up too.
Into the night do we go for one more night, The raccoons have been thinned out quite a bit and my body is getting used to the night, So might be a night to work on stories and such. Might see if I can find a way to find the next series of books to find. I want to find something that shivers the spine. Just because I am craving a good horror story and a thriller that holds breaths.
Woot the day has been busy but I have found books from medieval era all the way to the 1700s, so I am hoping that it turns out and it sounds ok. Oh yeah, I should post my page here.
Sooooo I am not learned enough to get the link so I just screen capture the screen, it works. So if you have any interest in older books and such, I have a few up already but I am just happy to read for some reason. I have a lot from the medieval era all the way to the 1900s, just because I like the old style of writing. They seem more authentic and able to describe the true nature of the human world. Almost as if they have forgotten or have become scared to seek the human essence inside. Like they would find something they recognize as themselves in demons when they rather hide behind the belief they have angels inside.
The tunes are thumping and I am working on this as the day comes to a slight end, I have a whole night ahead of me to hunt more raccoons and make sure those chicken killing bastards are gone. I have accomplished this by the number six so far. They will be a entire new set of hats and such after they are dried.
All in all it has been a great day of getting things done and having the end of the day to spend with you is a blessing that not many have, For that I am thankful for your time. The cattos are doing wonderful and they are living the good life. Antares is a great puppers and I think has met his max growth size in height. Now it is all about the girth and growth in body. He will be a tank of all means soon enough.
With the sun setting I must get ready foe the hunt tonight and make sure that I am not going to be to late making sure all the animals are in and safe while I hunt. I dont want the babies hurt in any way. So I must be off and I hope you all have a great night.
Good day you wonderful beings of life, how this day is starting out all so wonderful. Woke up at a decent time, sleep was good and I was happy to wake up at a decent time. The chickens are doing great and the other animals are happily cooing, purring, snoring and they are giving me the loves of the head boops.
So I managed to get another raccoon last night and this morning, I must protect the birbs. They are precious and cannot be taken by the Raccoons. So I must become “Raccoonis Eliminaris” hehehehe. I do live trap as well so not all get the pow pow.
The plan for the day is to make sure all the things are good to go with the Four Wheeler and get it going, I have taken a large amount of time to go over everything for the final start up. I cleaned and did a bunch of work on it done. Just to make sure mom is happy with the work I have done and now she is gong to be really happy.
So Antares has decided to lay on the couch in the porch beside me as I work on this so I had to stop and give him all the lovins. He is my bestest puppers and I love him to no end. Such a great boy, always up for pets but sometimes becomes a pest. He is worth it though, he gives me much love in his little life so far and now I understand why people have dogs. They make each day better and better.
From the day comes things to be done I have to depart and get things done. For the day will never slow down no matter who you are.
Good day humanoids and huminites, how the morning has been all so gracious that I am hoping the same joy has basked upon your skin today. It is simple to be happy but not easy, its complex to be any arrange of emotions to be upset, Its easy to fix. Just stop and breath at the realization that you are alive. I know this is very surface level, there is many who suffer without the world ever knowing such evils. For those are the ones I wish I could save.
So the day has started late as I slept in and have much to not do today. Just the basics and might build a chicken coup. Just a small one and hope they birds like it.
The day however must start and I am looking at making some uploads and investigate into the chances up uploading to the internet being faster as I am loosing connections and sometimes the lives fail and I am not a fan of that. I want to be able to have people enjoy the stories.
So the day is going to be a good day and the animals are out and about enjoying the weather. I am in the porch just trying to make sure the time is not wasted and just being in the nice weather and the air blowing through the porch. It clucks and coos from the chickens is relaxing.
So with the day maturing, I have many ideas and things to do, never enough time but more then enough tasks. That is a good way of living as it keeps you active and fighting the good fight.
So I am thinking I should get up and do something like work in the bike or to be honest I think I should get some foods and then get out and about to get shit done.
Good morning you wonderful humans of life and liberty, I do hope that your day is filled with the joy that the great Vivaldi brings me. For his strings are strings of heaven and hell, as one burns from the heat of cursed embers, the other cools with the blissfulness of the fountain of youth.
To the day I have much planed and I have much to do and always wasted time I could used on things to be done. Into the facility of the day, the muted sounds of nature slowly become awakened to the rays of photonic resonance of a fission and lustful pressure. To have such a gift to have over the horizon is but a treasure the dead planets would never come to embrace. Millions of dead rocks and fallen eons have no light to the dead wondering planets of the cataclysms of the death of great giants. Invicorated in the light of of the great ends of spasmatic pressures. The rays of one once to give life is now but the bringer of all that will end in the sky.
Fret not we are millions of years away from such things, also we must recognize that we are not a special thing. We must understand that as a being of the planet we a a fraction of a micro second and yet we thing we bask in the glory of being important. To importance of the world, dinos have us beat by millions of years, like hundreds of millions of years and they still managed to be more peaceful then us. Take that to heart, we are so primitive we can’t even get past skin color. Think not that technology makes us important, if such a case existed, well then, things would be so different. However we are bound to that ideal, Let your trinkets entertain you but not become you.
In the darkened rooms we hide in at night, a cave of modernity, we are sleeping restfully in the trapped confines of a house and home. Are these things freeing, yes, so they are not a trap, that is a lie. Devout to the idea of life and conquest of the needs in life, I also must see the things that are not there in all eyes. For the blinded often trip over the seen and the sighted trip over the unseen. Ones sight not removed can still leave you blind, for not seeing the actions of ones being is blind to heresy, yet to see the actions of one self and having sight, for that is a hypocrite. both have in them the downfall of mankind, one is just justified by a god and the other justified by being human. Both are the same.
Though the time is not flowing ever so that I find rapid and a cascading waterfall leading to stones. The morning is moving along as a sweet melody of the sullen stars. A tranquility found in not place or time, but in thought and lust. Let the stars become the dream and the universe your playground to shine your light.
Well then, I may be called a bit to critical, but however I am never one without letting all know from the start in my personal life. So this may sound critical, If you are my friend or family, I want 100% honesty and no misguided truths. If you do this I am 100% loyal however here is a huge lie that people don’t think about but is a huge issue for me. I was asked to help move someone on the 6th and I said sure, not it has mutated into going to this persons house on the 5th then move on the 6th. Yeah you just lied and fucked a whole day for me when I am one who asks for all the details. Nothing changed as they knew this and just happened not to inform me. So last favor and I will never help again.
I hate it so much it is already pissing me off just thinking about it. Ugh why are humans so selective in everything they say and not just say the who truth. It is a state of being that is chosen, You have to make sure that you are clear with people. You wonder why stupid people get shanked, seriously this to me is a shank-able offence. Not a deadly shanking, like in the forearm a good slash with a nasty scar and about 15-25 stiches. Sounds like a lot to do to someone, however, to me it has come that massive scar must be attributed to where common sense has left the building. Rebuilding commonsense is not easy and should be learned again by both example and by others downfalls.
So stop this, stop giving half stories and half request so that you can say sorry and think all is forgiven, that will get you a shanking one of these days. Then most will complain they don’t know why they got the shanking as if a potion of forgetting was taken, then use it as a excuse. I am sickened by this to my very core, its manipulation to get what you would want, a huge dick move simplified by the one who asked.
So lesson of the day, be better, stop trying to be a person who acts so innocent, your guilt is seeping though your skin with a stink of rot.
Yeah I may sound cray cray, But I am right. A saying I love so much, “Don’t hate me because I am a asshole, Hate me because I am right and wreaked your narrative.”
But I must depart and find more coffee and my happy drugs. Ugh, humans suck but I still love you people.
So the day has just started, to the point that I have yet to wipe the sleep out of my eyes. The day is a good day, I have much to do and happy to do it. I am going to be working on the yard and house today, so I am a happy critter. Just because progress is the best way to fight off the blues.
So not that I have been fighting off the blues but the time schedule has been messed up from the night hunts protecting the raccoons. As much as I don’t like hurting things unnecessarily but they have begun to kill the chickens so I have to make sure they are protected.
The birbs are happy and the cattos are doing great, oh and of course the puppers are doing amazing. I have much to do with recordings and I have to make a trip out to get some things in a bit. That can wait for now as there is much other things to get done and I have no time to be messing around with foolish endeavors. In a bit I have pictures to get and show off later on tonight. Just projects that have been a great success. Things have been improving a lot with getting things done and I want to have a happy home. More less for the animals then for the humans. Humans are capable of making their own joy and discover their needs. Animals are pulled from the wild, we become the care givers.
Oh oh of course here is one of the things I have been working on for the stories. the looks are much more epic.
Look at this adorable and most eldritch creature, Chibi- Thulhu, the most ancient of radio broadcasters.
All in all, I must depart to get foods and make sure I don’t flat line in energy when I am just getting up.
Back Again, Just because I missed you smexy brained people. That and having a semi rough day. Just guts being bloated and painful. Might be something I ate and or just having a messed up couple days being up all night. However, No tonight as I have plans to take time to myself and get things I have to do done. Just don’t have the time and energy to take care of me and the other things, so I am going to just have a night to make sure that I am not feeling disgusting tonight as well.
So the thing I am trying to make sure that I am not going to fall back into the trials of finding how to sort myself again. Sorting crazy is very hard to do at times. Not recommended. All in all just being a bit more self aware of the things that have been going on and making sure I am not going to be stuck in the disaster that is a small section of my life.
The afternoon is pleasant and I have lots of time to make sure I get what I need done. I am always trying to improve but it comes to a peak when you start to sacrifice other parts of yourself to improve another part. You have to make sure you are not trying to kill a part of yourself for the betterment of another, you must become at peace and let the day flow through everything, not stopping at a wasted point.
However I have recordings to get too and I want to make sure I don’t get rushed while doing so.
So the day starts with the morning slurps from the binks. Of course that is the best way to wake up and have some time to enjoy the morning with doggo snuggles. So the day has started the most wonderful of ways and I have much to attend to today. I am very happy as well the temperature is keeping to the low 20*c today and I can get lots done in the sense of the jobs that are hard to do in the heat.
Since the day has gifted me a great time so far, I must mention that things might have to get a bit cray cray with the work that is to be done on the chicken coups. I have one to build today and I have to move a chicken hut into the chicken coup. Never ends when trying to become a self sufficient family. Something we should all be doing, just to realize the work that is involved in trying to care for another without the desire to win.
Two-Face, The cat, Is bugging the doggos and giving them a chase as they go back and forth. The dog chases cat and then the cat turns and chases the dogs. Just a good morning and I am happy to be alive to enjoy it.
However I will be back later, I have much to do and think about today and I apologies as I must be off.
This is the new age, The new age of chibist and the downfall of the weak. Behold the greatest and most powerful creature in all creation, Chibithulhu. I have much to do when it comes to getting things done and taken care of when it comes vids, now that I have the payments caught up and I have a chance to get some software back up and running. Unfortune has been my friend so long that now I have some major bills that are now all paid up. Makes a huge difference in plans.
Oh and of course I have the one I will need for the mid reading of the stories,
In his ever gaining wisdom of the great one, he has a good time reading the books and such that is always increasing his grand wisdom. The cutest of all the greater beings, we are lucky he has taken this planet as his home and finds us curious critters. For if not, his cuteness is equivalent to his almighty power.
The end of the book never keeps him happy so he must always have books and keeps a large stack of books to keep his mind always in a task so he wont grow board and take us out instead.
This looks much better with the books. Just has the right amount of character in it so I can use it in the lives.
But I must go,
awe he even has a great good bye message for the end of the shows.
However I have much to do and never the time to do it.
Until later loverlies.
Your Friendly Ginger (And Chibi-Thulhu) From The Woods.
So I have modified the chicken hut and now they are protected on that end. I did some research and found the best things to put out there for bait. Anything smelly basically, well things that smell good. So this shall be easy for me to get. As well I have created my mascot for my channel, behold and worship at the feet of CHIBI-THULHU.
Such epic cute and what I wanted when it comes to having something to use when I am signing off on the vids. I am going to have to make the background transparent, just so it looks best.
I want to make sure the channel is good looking and also has a good sound. I will make sure it is the best I can do. Just happy to have something I am proud of and have a chance to change peoples view the world. Because us cool peoples are out there and we have great abilities. Just we have become tired with the world so I want to make a world that everyone is in love with. So much hostility and hate for silly reasons that if I can make a world that is nothing but tales and woes from broken hearts and the joys of the very child whom is saved. I just want to perfect world for the few who find it enjoy it.
However I must depart to take care of the rest of the day and have a chance to get more done.
Good day fellow beings of life and thought, I come with bad news, I lost four chickens last night to a raccoon, so I was up late and got two of the buggers and tonight I have to stay up and get more as well. This is highly undoubtingly going to put a hamper on production of meat hens as they were almost ready to go. So this is a major issue.
I am a fool for the life I raise and will protect with all the means I know how to. So with the loss of some of my feather babies, I have a vendetta against the very things that hurt them. I will also be setting up a live again and break out the .22 and make sure I am on point with the scope and then, wait.
I have to break out some old meat and cook it up over a camp fire out back to scent the location with meat smells, then I will have to make sure that it doesn’t spread the fire and boom, should be able to get the fuckers eliminated.
So I am going to be busy today as it wont just be a easy set up. The things that raccoons can tell apart from natural things in the woods is quite alot. They wont touch food with the smell of human, (these are the rules to wilderness animals, not city bound animals) they also don’t like the smell of spices and or the flavors we have come to like. So I will have to make sure that its plain smelling but still giving off lots of scents.
One of the big thing I will have to do today is get some more work done on the gardens and making sure things are coming together. I should have one more coffee and then back to the grind stone, as things should be.
Good day to you wonderful creations of life and death. How I envy you with your absolution of the end. Cherish your death as if is rebirth, for it is evolution of ones being.
Ah what a wonderful day and how it started is just perfect. From the coffee being extra strong and finding some doughnuts on the counter and ah just a great start to a wonderful day.
So the plan of the day is the following, clean up inside and the bedroom, get some laundry done and hope that the day is long enough to make sure these things get done. I have a chicken coup to build and some more skids to take apart. Much awesome indeed.
With that I am happy to be up this morning and I have much to do but much to catch up on first. All in all, just another day in this infected paradise called life.
How about you, what is your trail today? Anything special that has your life to be part of the world, or are you seeking the darkness of recluse to repair. I do find the curiosity is true as the night is lonely to few. I want to know what you face, what you deal with, sometimes asking is the most important part of the day. Just a simple question about your being and how it has handled the existence you have.
A lot I wonder about you, the ones eyes who have found this place home. I often wish to be a ear and yet not a mouth. Have a eye of sympathy and one of reality. To hold silent curiosity is my biggest bet. I wish to know the ones who all hide. A true security is the world not knowing who you are, yet a single confidant is all we scream for. I want to be that, that secret everyone forgets and yet when needed, A simple man of silence and ears to the ones who have a mouth full of tears.
With the morning being a embrace of the warmth and the skies turn with clouds of tumbling decree of weight and graceful dance. The bygone day being a memory of a storm and rain, A refreshment for all things that call this word I live in home. A tranquil morning is the best thing that I call heaven.
The day will be filled with a lot of catch up and trying to get everything ready for the day. I am starting to grow hungry and I should think of getting something to eat. I might make some toast and such, not quite sure.
The day however is wonderful as I am getting ready to kick ass and take names. The day is going to be more less catch up but I have to make sure as well that other things do not fall apart along the way. The day also requires me to make sure that I get the car tires set for the trip my pops has to make. Changed them to summers and have to make sure the secondary tighten happens. The usual after 100km that you make sure the nuts are still tightened to 100 psi. Easy to do but very important to do when heading for a 500 km trip each way.
So that has to be done and I have to make sure the day moves along ever so nicely. Just because the day is determined by the world we create. Not by the way the world turns.
I do have to make sure that things are underway and I am starving right now so I need food. Badly. So I shall be back again to you loverly people and all you wonderful ways.
Well then, what a day, what a night. Woke up last night with a easy migraine and damn it took so long to fight off and now I am suffering the after effects. Just having some troubles seeing and being able to function while standing. Just become a thoughtless being. Not fun but it is a thing I must deal with, a thing many must attend too and I envy no soul that depicts this pain as well.
With myself trying to maintain the working mind, checking to make sure that I have no bias to the things of both man made or nature, I love the life I have and the mixture of the both have become a sense of peace in this life. I have compounded the things I have in life to a set of events that have been dictated as to actions and desires of beings. We are a contraption of higher thought without higher meaning, a devotee to a being without reason.
So I know I tend to bring up religion a lot in the convictions of my life, I have no reason to believe in any of them. As i found honesty and integrity is found not in faith but pain, suffering of being from action of ones own is a desired teacher of mine. I wish the world would feel the pain they cause in a way that is unforgettable. When it comes to pain by a faux reality I cannot fathom why things think a ideal is the same as a reaction. As in hearing a being is disappointed in you, far less effective then the pain of lashes of a whip or the breaking of fingers when intolerance of law is involved. Heck to me I would much rather a person who constructed the pain in innocence, to take a child’s innocence. Why castrate or why kill, nah, they should be on show for all others to see, call me cruel, I call it reversions of thought. To see a pedophile in public, strapped to a chair naked, then have the operations to have a external bladder. As the person is in view of all, have molten metal poured over the penis, then cast balls the same way. For a woman same thing with the breast, you want to hurt the innocence then we take all things from you. Flipping the woman on a plank and dip the breast into molten metal. Call me cruel, castrate the man and woman as well, in the most cruelest of ways. No need to for restrictive justice and no restrictions by belief. We are too cultured to advance as a creation of life.
With that last sentence being a little heavy lets think of it this way, I have found no long formed solutions found in belief, more less in doctrine of the right now and not the coalition of all humanity. Umm how to put it, ahh like this, If you have to have a reason for action in anything but ones actions and the actions of another then the actions are that of a devotions to a being that is a collective agreement. Not a collations of facts and effects of reality. We gave reasons to kill millions, gave grace to a heaven by the stripping the innocence of girls being forgiven by a man. Then it is man who would dictate the value of the god they represents, then that is a god of man and not a man of god. What they all become.
So that history and the current tower that leans with the weight of so many calling and infusing the name of a God in everything, like fuck sakes, you do realize that the world almost ended before because of a God before. Long before anything we create of the physical world is less deadly then the devotions to a being that will forgive you for all the actions you do in life. It is the ultimate bullshit move to me, kill and rape, mutilate and invigorate others into dancing in entrails. We devote and say we did this for a being we cannot prove and cannot relate. For the masses made the concept unrelatable. The consepts of given free will have have no punishment for abusing and using it to hurt others. Then in the end its all good, as free will was a gift and can be forgiven with a chat with a man who says he talks to the one who would punish you.
This baffles me so much and the very things I have mentioned are coming back with a shield of protecting others from hedonism by killing it before others examining it. Like saying we eradicated a virus that would kill all of humanity, but your not allowed to see how we did it, or if the virus was ever really real and not the conceptions of a sickened mind. We call them schizophrenics now but before reason, we called them prophets.
Then the uses of a religion to verify the concepts of man and the reality we live in. As we do this we must come to the reasoning of this, if we are to use a non descript being to validate all out doings. Then when a child uses the very same logic as to why they stabbed the brother or sister because a higher power in their mind told them to do it. Then we should accept that higher power as divine and not charge the child, or take the child to a institution to help cure them. As adults we take the very same concepts and use them to build statues and idols to give us reason and a belief to do the same thing as a child did but are worshiped for it. Seems to me that it is the ultimate excuse, not reason.
With everyone, all pod cast and all shows, all people in power and all the ones we face, they are all calling on their so called god for their heinous actions, they call on their god to grant them persuasive power to make the rest reform and change very core values, to make sure the ones who call out in the name of god, receive the praise of the same value.
It should be as simple as this, if any action is to partake in the pain of others in direct way and you have told others a being told them to do it under the name of a historical figure, they should be lobotomized. Bring that back because if such a docile mind is to be twisted by a imaginary friend, then they are just as easily convinced by the rock they say translates the work of god.
I have not hate towards such beliefs as they are creations of mankind, a repitwar of thoughts and opinions to explain the unexplainable. Then it become fantastical, then it becomes lore, then it becomes words of god. If we cannot name it then we give it a name, sometimes a name is given power by using it as a reason, then sometimes a name is give as a excuse, “the power of god compels you” and such.
I just want reason and reality to dictate the forgiveness of mind and not the values of a thing that is not of our realm.
To dictate peace in death by only one way, is the same to make a martyr out of a suicided bomber in the eyes of another.
Then again, I am just a fool with missing brain chunks, So what do I know
Good day to the ones who find this place home for the mind, even if temporarily. The day starts off wonderfully and the animals are already taken care of. I have to go and work on some basic things today but it could technically be a lazy day if I want. However it could be a day to get ahead of things.
So I shall get ahead of things and make sure they are taken care of and nothing is forgotten. Just so I know that I am not falling behind in some things. Just as it is the adult thing to do. So the skids will be torn apart today and the wood stacked in the appropriate piles and cleaned up. So this is going to be a good day, a productive day.
As I sip coffee I am trying to gain ambition and it is being difficult to find. Evil ambition hiding away on me, Oh well I have to get up and get the doggos from outside. They have had breakfast and are happy critters right now. Normally happy puppers no matter what anyway.
The cattos are off napping in the sun and have found peace in the chairs. That is ok as they are hunters of the night and keeps the mice and such out of the house. A huge deal when it comes to keeping disease and other illness down. It can become a major problem if they are not taken care of.
So honestly it is a good day, just to be alive and have you loverly people to talk to, it is wonderful. Oh and the world is not a task today, it is a gift given to the few who can see it as it is. I have to do a few more recordings and I have plans to get things done when it comes to changing and making the vids sound better. I should be done the book I am reading done tonight and might start the Brothers Grimm original series. The darker and more horror versions.
However I must depart, tasks are awaiting my presence and attendence.
Good day to all who come here to see a crazy, but gracious for your views into my writings, ginger who loves to chat into the abyss. Just because I am not all there and if I would expect others to understand would be a task that not a soul should be tasked. So the day has become a day of trying to make sure the basics have been done and then just enjoy the shade in the front yard.
The puppers are all on the deck and I have been enjoying the various chirps, various croaks, and of course a coo or two from all the birds and frogs located in the grass. Homes are but a concept to how each animal exist, some times they are just a few leaves that cover the side and top of a concave hole in the ground, to others, a hole in a tree is the greatest thing to ever happen to a family raccoons. Life is fun that way, some times things are far more then what they appear.
Time is being a friend today and I have been able to enjoy the animals with time passing so wonderfully. Not slow but progressing in the exact way it should be, with cattos on one side and doggos on the other.
These animals are my besties, they are the very reason I want to get up in the morning. They love unconditionally and have helped me in ways they would never understand. Just perfect little fur nuggets who have the power to change the world.
Onto the other things of the day, I have work to do tonight on ripping skids apart for the wood. Got lots to do and lots to accomplish, it will be a great victory in life about being able to do things on my own. Though the world is huge and full of things and adventures found in the great beyond of our boarders. I think people have become envious to own memories of everything so no one can have anything that is their own. The funny thing is, by staying within the boarders of my forest home, I have found things that would take the most wonderous things others find beyond boarders, and make them curious where I have to go to find such things, never told it is in their own back yard. I don’t want to have such a disease of society, a disease of everyone seeing everything, for with that idea, they have seen nothing.
However I must depart to enjoy time with the crazy animals and have some time to think and then get underway the chores.
Good day humanoids and humanettes, I do hope the day has brought you a sense of life and hope, for it is far to easy to lose it all for a simple idea with malicious ways. There is many and they are never the ones you suspect and fall victim to them all the time. Myself, fallen to the ones who are called family by blood, yet by purpose they are the devastators of life and the very bonds of the family. To myself I have had many members of a so called family take the word and mutilate it with lies, conceptions of truth and health. Never again will I trust another, everyone in my name will be mine alone, never again with the trumpets of war enter my life. For the family who tasked me with false names, they are now the very refuse they claimed of me, even worse.
So the day is planed and have many things to do, one is taking apart skids for the wood, large skids from the factory that just throws them out, in them is all the material I could need to build a frame for a house. They have in them 4 2x4x8, Two full sheets of plywood, 6 2x4x6 and 4 2 2x4x4, I have counted with each trip into town with truck and trailer I can get as much I could want from the pile out back. Each trip I can get 12 of the big skids and a bunch of 1x4x8. So if you are able to find such resources. Building a house or home is easy with the very basic of knowledge and luck to find material. So far I have collected 40 or so and torn them down, I have alot of really good wood and screws. Oh yeah, the skids use 4 inch screws that I take out and save so I can not worry about buying screws. Being resourceful can save so much money and may take some time. But the time saved is money gained. Also I think I have found a company that will let me have all the scrap piping for plumbing as well. Hope they will be long enough to work out. That and farmers have water tanks that they are willing to part with on a decent price when replacing the older ones. I managed to find a butcher who throws out hides and will let me take them for free, I can get loads of salt for dirt cheep and I am going to make my own clothing from fur.
I may be crazy, but I am not around normal society so they leave me alone and to my ways.
I have a artisan well in the location I have planned to build, That way I have no reason to worry about fresh water, and things of that nature. So with that and having a chickens with a few goats and sheep, I think I should be pretty good. Oh and turned about a half acer into a field of wild raspberries and lots of wheat. So I am hoping with various plans and efforts from myself, I hope to leave all you behind one day, (in the sense of living in the woods, just me and this tablet and my animals. I would send tales of my adventures here and read the oldest of books through the times of old.
However you loverly humans, I must depart and attend to the various things of life.
The day has started out nicely with a early wake up from the Binkers. Evil but the best puppers ever. Just because he loves and his love is pure and just wants to spend some time with me. I can’t say no to the big guy, he is my best friend. The one living thing in life I would easily give my life for.
That and Catosa, Catosa is a pretty and cuddly kitty.
Yes, she is a beautiful baby and is a huge snuggle bug, passted out in my hand par usual. She is a very good kitty and has brought me much joy outside. She just randomly showed up one day and I wont give up on her.
So the Vivaldi is playing in the background and I have gotten into my second coffee. ambition is starting to form. I have a little bit of a kitchen to do but alot of skids to take apart. Just because the wood in skids is valuable as I have lots to build and hardwood skids have a great amount of wood. So doing that will be a larger part of my day. That and just making sure puppers are good too.
The plan so far is kitchen then skids, with various puppy time in-between. Gotta get the throws in for playing fetch with the Binkers, as he has lots of puppy energy left to burn through everyday.
Oh shit almost forgot my morning pills, gotta take those so the cray cray stays locked up and not have that evil fucker out.
Me thinks I should make some salad up, a nice Mediterranean salad. Do I have any idea what that is, nope, however I have lots to learn and looks like I need to learn salads. No biggie ad It will be worth every second.
Rise and shine you beautiful creatures of life and death, for with out one we can never appreciate the other. One thing I have taken observation of is the world is obsessed with life and death yet time rules them both. Much like money, it is the haves and have nots that have not the world to live in, almost like they are the ones who hold more time and the ones who know time is no longer their patient friend. More like a vulture awaiting the fall of the sickened boar, they are just simply the benefactors.
Money holds the same weight as time does to the ones who start to notice how much has passed. Much like the day the life is two parts, life and death, both held in the light of the birth of a new day and the sorrow of the night taking the last rays of the suns illumination. Some places are never truly dark and some never truly light.
So the day is just a day of relaxing and recovering from a shitty night, just lots of storms and lots of rain and pressure. Head hurts and feels like I went through the ringer and got a black swollen eye, Stupid brain operation and plate. Takes a toll when the head hurts and the black eye has come back to me. Ugh, that is ok as I am going to work on the inside of the house and such. Floors, dishes, getting vids done and such, lots to do and not alot of time. That is ok, as the day is mine and I will do what I will to do today.
However the dishes are the biggest deal, just as they are used to the needs of caloric intake, unfortunately they are needed. I also have to make sure to get the doggos and cattos are taken care of, I am going to try and remember the phone to get pictures of the new chicken pens and the birbs. Just because of the birbs being awesome like. They are the birbest of birbs. Just good birbs. Ok, I will stop saying Birbs…..
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Birbs. hehehehehehe.
So all in all a day to be held to the be possible results of getting things done and not having to focus on the the shit and turmoil of the world and others interpersonal issues and conflictions. I have much to do and little to the containment of will is very very low. Like flashing in a video game, the boops and whistles are going off like the end of the world. That is the indicator of the levels of “Give A Shit” Desperately low.
Ugh Even just sitting here in the poofy chair and closing my eyes, they feel like mountains weighing my eyes down and take the force of Atlas will to exist. Ugh so tuckered. That is ok, I might just sit here and pass in and out and see what happens. Just a rougher day and need to rest.
All in all I am happy to here with you loverly people. You make the hard days worth it.
Good day humans, here is to hoping you one having a great day. So one of the things I have done is gotten much more organized when it comes to time spent doing such things. What I mean is become much more efficient and deliberate with what I spend my time on. Just happy to be alive today.
So, the plan of the day is to get buch of outside work done and hope the birds are happy critters, they usually are but yesterday’s thunderstorm disturbed then a bit. They are still less then 6 months old as they still get a bit shocked by the events of the world.
With time passing, doggos snoring, tummy rumbling, I must soon be off to attend to the day. I am thinking of doing a morning and night post, just to keep the day organized.
Good day huminites and the forefathers that bore you the seed of life. To the ethereal communion between the mother and child when being given a chance at life white board. With the dictations of love and life never a promise, to the ones we never see, they are the ones we always forget.
The day is wonderbar, I have to get my coffee warmed up and something to eat. I am suffering from the downside cold coffee, it is not a good condition.
Woot woot the coffee has been reheated and I am now satiated from breakfast. The day has been started and things are already underway. From dishes and the floors, to the animals outside, the day is moving along quite nicely. The morning has been filled in with the sounds of the Zelda soundtrack and have found that is really good. Just a up paced and feel good tunes.
The animals have been released and they are bawking about, keeping the bugs down, then they make eggs, such a great little animal. Then last night had a catto randomly showed up and was snuggly as all heck. So I have another fur nugget around here keeping the mice and moles down. They are a good friend to have and keep the nasty things down.
So the day is moving along nicely and has gotten more done, however the day is a little extra taxing for some reason and I am moving through time a bit slower. That is alright as I have been epic busy and the week has had me filled with alot of really hot work. So today I shall focus on inside the house and such.
It is beyond important to make sure that you are key to your body, things that it says quietly are screams from the inside. thirst only happens when your already dehydrated. Hunger only comes when energy levels are so low you are eating your own fat mass. Foggy minds come from too much heat or cold and can kill you before you recognize the distress. Take your human form seriously, it is the only one you got, for now.
The day is wonderful though, I have much to do inside, not to catch up on forgotten things but to keep the little things done. Clean toilets and happy reflections in mirrors are a key to have the world around you yours. I might even have a hecken smoke and relax for a little bit.
I am also heading over to make sure the world still turns for the feathered friends, fur nuggets outside need some love and the inside ones need love too. So I will have a preventive repair day and take care of the souls that fill the house, for they are the ones who change everything.
However I am off to take care of the small world I live in before the bigger world locked in the fog of war comes home and rest at my doorstep.
Great question, This is a answer from a very isolated person from society, I might see others then my mom and dad twice a month. I choose this life as my condition has shown me the truth in what our species are.
I have a huge issue with what humanity has become; Zealots, hate mongers, sexual proclivity, idolizing of children’s sexuality, Defaming honesty in the deceptions to protect elders, Child molesters in public office and have no reproductions after revolutions, How courts are used to defile the human condition for means of financial gains. How we are so far from making progress that we have become infirmed to medications to null the realizations that we live off of slavery more then the slave trades we condemn so much from so long ago. We deny the rape of girls and women in places that were once held as societies greatest places and logic, now we defile the truth with protection of immigrants that rape our children. We vote to the ones who try to represent us, then once in power they are not but a facilely of anything they once said. We call imaginary friends gods and use them to enslave and murder each other, rape is a key to the gates of heaven for many of the imaginary gods millions worship. We have a island that held babies and children, the sand holds the blood of lost innocents but refuse to acknowledge it as it is “too messy”. The only thing that was messy was the the mess of leaders and ceos that fear the island and its secrets. We hold lies above truths so we can create idols and worship them, idols that rape children and shoot pregnant women.
This is a very surface level list, not whole as to have a whole list would be the definition of all humans and their secrets.
I have no love for humanity, Frankly humanity is but a synonym of pedophile and/or enslaver of hope.
That is what bothers me, We are intelligent, We are capable as empathetic creatures, We have created many things that bring greater life. To me all that ended long ago, humanity bothers me as it bathes in the blood of innocents, as we brag about items made by children long dead from abuse and starvation, we are proud of being called inclusive as our daughters are raped at the idol of being inclusive.
This is what bothers me. It bothers me to be compared to creatures like this, as we are the same species, I refuse to become anything like them, I rather die by the anger of a bear then lay in comfort of the abused.
Good morning you wonderful being you!!! Gah what a great start to the day when the coffee is strong and yummy, The chimkins are out and clucking about and I Have one bigger job to do and that is finish the decking. I am taking most of deck to the back yard to burn and the stuff that is not savable. It is going to be a rather bigger burn.
So I have to make another coffee and get the chimkins out as i already said but I shall be right back, Gonna take a few pics on the way to have for here.
And back, To your graciousness and time I am thankful.
So the plan of the day, Plenty of dishes to do, Plenty of floors to clean and wash, then when the shade comes, to the deck to finish breaking it down. I have much to think about and get ready. I am just happy to be alive to even contemplate such things. I am sure people are oblivious that, conscious that you are alive. You know you exist and you have a voice and the ability to touch. We are able to see the various things that give color to the world and see the flowers dance in the wind. Something that is not watched as it should be, The wind is the leader and the flowers and grass are the partner to a dance of the wild. A dance that can go from a gentle and gracious dance, moments later, a concourse of jerking movements describing a vicious romance of heat and cold. The frost the only written scripture in frozen glass as the dance slows. Even the dew weighted flower drooping ever so, as if the dew is the grace to allow the flower to tear awaiting the lover know as wind to come back.
Though I see such things, I weep for the minds and the souls that see but a chore and annoyance, for they are blinded and contoured to be dismissive and compressed into a vacant husk, much like the dried corpse of the graves long forgotten. A momentary glee when found but shortly time devours the outer layer and under the false moist skin is a hollowed husk of pure habit and no existence.
For this I call them the bygone of humanity, they are not ones who can see the world for what it can be and what it can provide. They are not but grocery shoppers who have no recourse to see past the shelves. Much like a wee child, they conceive only that the food exist on the shelves and not the process. They see and understand only the imitate and the told, to see past and discover, is a sin to them.
So the coffee has cooled a bit and I think I have enough time for one more and then I must take the time to go and get things done. From dishes to floors, from the webs of outdoor spider webs that conceal a door, to the Chimkins that ever-so warm my heart. I must depart and go attend to the things that bring my heart to life and my soul melt from the cold dreamless nights. Until later.
Rise and shine you wonderful creatures of life and thought. Into the various minds of the wild we go, dancing into the wild with precious memories, ever-so guiding us to a bliss of mind and being. Lets not rest ones mind upon the hiatus of peace and hope. Forlorn is the body who craves the embrace of others, Behast the mind who craves a god to give guidance.
That and as a loose quote,
“Your religion is a contraption to give a set of laws to the humans that worship you. You give dictations of loyalty and sacrifice of non believers gives you a graceful walk to paradise. A delusion of a devil, for to need a spectral being always watching you to behave according to a being of life. If this is so, then a human is not but a animal lesser then a ape, for even apes not need a god to become something decent and humane. “
The day is starting ever so wonderful and the time has come to see if the world is ready for such a thing. A ginger with all the ambition to get the house clean, fear me. Lmfao, I am a curious and funny creation of evolution. I am just a broken thing with the ability to take the cracks of my mind and turn them into gut cracking jokes, you know the thing that is TOTALY healthy to do, right?
Good times ahead as I do have dishes to do and the floors and such need a good cleaning today, just to make sure the humans are, so, happy. That happy human is a non argumenta and chaotic with indications leading to broken families. So fuckenara that bullshit and lets just realize that life is wonderful when you have 3 meals a day and water. Not much else is needed as we are creations of great ability to create. Lets not take the intrusions of mind and broken hearts to the creations of you day. Take them into you as a way to make a day that is worth the observations of others.
All in all the day must go on and I need to get things done, though spending time here with you is very enjoyable. The reality is, without things being done, the body and mind will fail.
Into the day we take a leap of hope, not faith, that the rain will come today and the ground will drink again. The gardens would love the cooler water with the nutrients of the nitrogen only found in the cracks of lightning.
With the day comes to the events of life and hope, I have found that two face is welcome to stay here and I am given the love of a critter. I am very happy as she is a huge part of the day that make me happy. She is a great kitty and she catches all the mice and moles. As those little fuckers are the destroyer of gardens. That and weasels, I was surprised how small they are but how destructive they are are when it comes to the size damage comparison.
These little shit disturbers are the best laying hens ever as they like to be around what ever human is outside. They are very good chimkins but are a little needy with with pets and lovins.
Behold the mighty Frodo, He is the best chimkin of the Alec Bawkwin empire. Other then the mighty Alec of course. He is a good birb with a epic afro and is a loving birb. Tends to come and snuggle then take off to eat all the bugs and such. Just to keep us safe from the ticks and skittos that suck the life essence from you. So that is a good birb in any ones books.
Alas I must depart as I have a coffee cup that needs filling and jobs to be considered.
Good morning to you wonder creatures of common communication and thought. Though we might never meet, minds of the common are minds of the many. Meaning, though we are not the same creatures or even in the same mind, I am just happy to know that I have the chance to communicate in different ways.
So the day has started and I have a great amount planned to do. I have to go and do a bunch of recordings as I am behind on them, that and moving and cleaning the yard and things in it. That and I have to make sure the chimkins are fed. Oh and dishes are to be done and such. We are in need of some rain and a day of clouds for the grass, poor stuff is turning brown and has a huge need for water. Poor grass.
Behold the chicken known as Frodo, due to the Fro and how he is the best Frodo ever. He is the best chimken in the babies as he is quite friendly and has a great loving personality.
That and I have to make sure they are fed and watered so they don’t become dehydrated chickens. That is not a good outcome.
But I have to go and make sure that I am getting things done.
Good day to you wonderful being of life, of course the beings of dismay as well. Your are loved too, in your darkest nights, fore shadowed by the minds of the ones who feel alone in a ball room of people. Your dismay is not alone but it feast on the groups of analytical mindsets of the world. You and your great defeats are the stones laid to walk higher next time.
The day is coming together quite nicely and I have much to do in the field of the day an wasting time would be a devastations of great loss. Ok, that was a little dramatic but what is the problem with being a little cray cray, it adds color to the structure of life.
So with the day starting a bit on the late side, I have much to do and lots of time to do it. Recordings and catching up on the world around me, In regards to the jobs I have to do, mostly to do with chickens, doggos and cats. We have not gotten enough rain to say that we are not worried about cutting grass. That is fine as it gives me more time to work on the world around me.
Oh and also I am changing my recordings from night time to the morning, just too much in the night to do that I get distracted. So if work on them in the morning after leaving my little post for you smexy people. I just think it will work out better and then I can work on house and such after words. Just as the world turns and changes making a steady plan for the days is never set in just one way.
What else it the plan of the day, not a whole lot other then catch up and making sure that I am moving along nicely through the chores that must be done, much like the days that go by, more and more is identified that must be done. So really, just a great day that has much in it to do.
So with that I must depart to have one last coffee then I have to go and make sure I get the dailies and such done.
Good day to you humanoids that have found a resting spot for your ocular cavities and its filler. For this place is both a home and a vacation spot for the weary and the ones who simply stop for a ermitage, Hey script reader who is saying that ermitage is not a word, it is, it is a pretty word.
Any way now that my tiff with the digital auto correct is done, I do wonder how you are all doing. From the ones who call my country home to the deep deserts, to the green forest and the concrete jungles of so called further developed places, I hope you are all doing well and have not consumed too much dismay today. The great planes of the African lands, to the great mountains of the Himalayans, Just hope that the evil of the world has not found you.
The day however has been the most wonderful to me as well, The time so wonderful spent with animals and the feathered friends. From the darkest of holes to the very house made from simple sticks and rubbish, critters of the world are truly inventive. Perhaps even the most creative and best problem solvers in the needs of life out there. I am not sure but I can for sure see the beauty and ingenious of the little fur nuggets of the wild.
The cloud cover is thick today and given me a day of cool breeze and great ambition to get things done around the yard and the simple jobs are many. That is ok as though I have had a rough couple days, this is a day of great love and acceptance of my limits. That is ok, as they are all appreciated.
To the day though I should get off my behind and get more done, dishes need done and caught up so they are not attracting the bugs of the world. Oh Oh and last night I caught a damn weasel trying to break into the chicken food, he was chased off and I have a live trap set up to get him out of here, little shit is eating up the eggs. Cant have that so I am going to move his little ass to a new home.
Alas I am needed else-where and I have much to do, Thought it was short of the time we spent together, it was all the same wonderful and I thank you for the time you gave to me.
Graaaaa my head hurts, ugh stupid storms. Good day humans and I know I am a bit late to the punch and I have had a somewhat lazy day. The storm coming in has put my head through hell. Just a lot of pain and unwanted pressure in my head. Bruising and such is becoming a issue and just happy to have a day off.
So with that I have done very little today and that is ok, one day once in a while is ok. Just cannot make a habit of it. That and just needed a day from all the bull cocky that goes on in the world. However the chickens and chicks are taken care of so they have nothing to worry about. The one thing I have to attend too is the night time routine so that I can rest.
I do wonder how the humans of the world are doing when I watch vids from fools and their ideas. I am unsure if anyone here has ever heard of Foodie Beauty but she is a mess of a human being. So I have been taken some time today and catching up on that mess. Just a cleanser of the brain from the world we live in. Honestly, I am beginning to think we are no longer in a state of progression in mind but the satiations of the desires. just a thought but that is as far as I want to go on that.
Woot woot, two more birds added too the roster and I have great news, The chickens have started to lay eggs and we now have a source of food that should be near endless, just have to make sure that I have a chance to get a neighbor with a different rooster so no inbreeding happens.
So the day is being awesome so far and I have a lot to attend too, just grass needs cutting and the chickens need love. The world is awesome when it is not but the ones who are at home and the feather, fur and naked friends who are just born out of the shell. Things are not needed in life when you have the things that make the heart whole.
Some time the days are long and sometimes too short, today is going to the mix of the two and the mix is perfect.
So the end of the day has come and I have much to be happy about, the chimkins and the doggos are happy, kitties are purring up a storm and the humidity is showing a storm to come and I might be able to enjoy a storm in the porch. A very happy feeling as the animals sit beside you watching the lightening and rain. It is the chaos that is beautiful for what it is and not what it can be.
After eating a large salad and now I am feeling the malaise of a heavy stomach and the joy of a good day, sometimes its the very simple things that make the biggest joys in life. From the squawk of the chicks to the the purrs and pants of happy fur nuggets. Just a grand day.
From the time of sunrise to this beautiful moment with you, I have come to take a chance with this and found love.
Behold, the sleepy chicken who has all the will to keep standing but not enough to stay conscious. Such a epic bird, Such a loverly bird. Oh and also of course.
Of course I was able to get a nice picture of a butterfly and how pretty the little face was. I did not scare it off as I would never deny any creature of any existence coffee, all should know the power and love of the coffee bean.
Oh no!!! Two major things just happened, One, the coffee cup is about 3/4 empty and the tablet is getting low on battery, I shall be back momentarily. Need human charger and tablet charger.
Ok I’m Back, With both chargers and doggos Have been released and they are enjoying the sun.
One thing I have to make sure to get done as well is the chicken run needs a lighter roof and I need to make sure they are happy birds as well. As all animals we circumvent from life of freedom we should give them the best life. Since we only compare life and liberty of ones self, we should look beyond what we do and see that all life has its reasons and ability to add to life.
The vines that will carry grapes and the bushes containing fruit are beginning to the flowers of significance. As the flower is the pre life to the fruit we all consume. Truly we are a lucky being to have the great fruits of nature to sanitate the needs of our beings.
The world is turning and that life is becoming more wonderful I have to take it and head out to the world to attend to the needed things. I have not been able check on some things in a few days so I am determining to take care of, So with that you loverly people.
Who gets to spend time with the kitties and have a great morning in silence of other humans! This guy!!!! How I find these mornings worth more to me then the worlds weight in gold. The silence and ability to have the time to wake up and have a time of reflection and a chance to think of the day. With the end of the day far off and the things I wish to do in the plenty, just a great day so far.
So the plan of the day is the of a tasks and hope that things run smoothly. Not like much can go wrong as I am working on making tasks more easy to do. I have to make a can crusher that runs on its own as I have lots of cans to crush, and honestly I done want to stand and crush cans one by one. That takes way too long.
Oh how I love the cats around here, they are so fun to watch play and have fun with each other. Angry groans of play and the odd meow of a bite too hard. Learning how to play without causing pain is a learning course of how to be a proper cat. Grandma cat is in the chair beside me watching them as well, they are her babies and she treats them with love and care. They listen to grandma cat like no other.
I also have a animal problem with the garden as they are eating the leaves of the plants, not bugs or the chickens but something at night, so I am thinking that it is ground hogs, I already removed 5 raccoons and now have theses guys. Ground hogs are easier to catch and deal with. I will just move them to another location so that is better for them so they don’t cause harm to others gardens. They are cute but destructive.
All in all it is going to be a great day and because I say so, Until later lovelies.
Wait did I just say Chimkins, Dam right I did, because they are epic birbs, and they have grown on me, of course the kitties are always in my heart, as they have begun to trust me, so that is huge. Just because animals are detectors of good humans and when kitties and birbs are able to come to me for comfort, that is just the best.
So the day is planned out and I have many things that I wish to get done, a chicken run and maybe some other yard things. Last night I did get a burn done and lots of the back yard is cleaned up and is a happy place. One thing I have to attend to is all the empty beer bottles and cans. I have to count them and take them into the beer store for refunds. I don’t drink but my parentals do so I collect the cans and bottles, crush the cans and sort bottles and once every month or so I take them in for monies. I usually get anywhere from 50 to 100 bucks and then I use that for a extra treat for myself.
The puppers known as Antares has found his happy place at my feet and has taken the laydown approach to life at the moment. That is ok as it gives me reason to stay here with you ever so loverly people. That and cats are playing with my toes so I shall let them have their fun. All that aside I still have a vid to edit and upload. Then I have some more things to move around and get done. Just so I can get more and more done and keep the humans around the house happy. That is harder then you would think. When trying to keep a melodramatic man and a woman who has some issues of her own, it is not a easy practice to handle. All in all though life is pretty good. I just wish humans were more balanced in mind, for a creature so advanced, we are fragile as 1mm diamond sheet.
All in all I do have to depart and get some motivation under my arse. I have to much to do to be lazy like I am. So with that I hope you all have a great day.
Reflective beads of sweat are the foes of my eyes, a salt laced acid that reminds me of human fallacy. Gardens are flourishing and plants are growing along the projected lines of division. Soon grates must go up for the beans to grow. Much in life is turning around and is becoming a great joy.
Not like I was sad or anything just that the growth of things are always wonderful. Even the chickens are happy as they grow every day, clucking their life away with a sense of envy from myself at such a leisurely life. Though I hold no major things under my wing, the lives that rely on me are many, both in fur and feather.
To the life I have I give all the love, for they are concealed in daily duties, they are always the best days of my life. Though this is a short post it is because I almost have my life in dailies figured out and vids and recordings are going well, so I must depart to get more of them done.
Good day to the ones who find this pace home, It is a comfy place. full of chicks. See, check out these beauties .
They are very lovery birbs and have become very friendly, Oh and the best rooster ever, Alec Bawkwin. Just because he has “hair” that looks like him.
He is the most beautiful of roosters, a very proud and protective dude to his ladies.
What else, oh yes my Antares is doing amazing and just loves to be around me and just is as lovely as the day I got him. However thought not outward aggressive Alec wont let anything but me and other humans around the babies and his girlfriends. Honestly, that is a epic way to have it as I must keep the baby birbs safe.
But I have things to do and they wont do themselves. So I must be off and take of the nightly chores.
Good day to the ones who find this place home, for it is a comfy place full of puppies and baby chickens. The babies are being born and they are doing great, got two more hatching today.
The first pic is the great and noble Bawkbosa and the second is the crown prince. Just due to the fluff on the noodle and the Bawkbosa because of the eye liner around his eyes. They are the prettiest of birbs. Oh and as I said 2 more are hatching and should be out in the next hour or so. So once they are hatched I am going to clean floors and dishes.
Outside work is not going to happen as it is going to be 115’f out today and I want no part of that crazy business, too hot for this ginger. So getting lots done inside is the plan for the day. Just a day of epic-ness and hope that the world does not burn down along the way.
So all in all it is going to be a great day with lots to do and lots to work on, From web sites like this one and see if I can figure out how to link more things together, just to make it more fluid and run together nicely. Oh and I got another book read online and now I have another book picked out to read online. Much excitement indeed.
Ohh the coffee is getting a a bit cold and I need to go check on the other birbs and such, Run some hot water and soap in the sink and get the handwashing dishes going. Just to get things going but I also need to get some kind of foods, the hunger grows.
Humans!!!!!!!! Boop!!!!!!! (Runs away like a child) hehehehehe
Good day to you and whom you have in your life, It is a hot day but a very good day to get caught up on some basic things. However tomorrow is going to be a very busy day and I have to make sure that I get most done as Friday I have to go to town. Not all that excited about that because there is living people there, ugh humans that are not digitized smell nasty and have odd behaviors that I find disturbing and vomit inducing.
That and I have lots to do when it comes to the gardens and chickens done this afternoon, however they are not that bad to take care of. Just some water and food, then water the gardens and new trees we have so they root in nice and deep, all in all a good day. I might have to get a snack soon, supper is soon but I am quite famished. Hmmmmmm Nah I will wait, I wont starve to death and supper is like 30 mins away from being done so me just wait.
With tomorrow looking like it is going to be a rainy day, I might be able to get more recordings out and see if I can figure out how to post the links here, Just so you loverly peoples can check them out too. The chickens are doing awesome and when I go to check them out today I will make sure to get pics of them, just because you are all awesome like and disserve cute pics of birds.
Supper should be done soon and I have things I must attend too, So what my plan is then is to eat then get another couple chapters done and that way I can look into the next book.
Good morning to you and your being of existence, With the toll of the morning coming through, coffee, I am glad to be here and have you here as well. With the coffee being strong and the time I have is lots left in the day, that and a few things have become a happy job, The chickens and the puppies, They make me a very happy human and having them in my life has changed me for the better.
These little buggers are so damn cute, they are doing great in the spring air and have grown nicely. Soon about to have a bunch more and that is good as it will be saved up for winter or hard time storage. Never be too prepared. Even with a warehouse, you can never be to ready for anything, we can never predict how things can go. Might be able at good guessing but never predicting.
I am thinking of what I should have something to eat soon as just coffee on a empty stomach is not always a good thing, So I must be off but will be back like always,
Humans!!!!! Good-day to you and your affiliated essences of life around you. For today is a good day, I am lucky enough to be in a non-hostile and waring country right now, just in my Canuckian home wondering why so much death is required to achieve peace or this so called peace. It baffles me that humans are so ready to kill each other for a thing that is not provable or a since of importance that is ended when they die, a ending resulting in being forgotten faster then a ants death.
Never the less this is a truth that is beyond all things, we are doing this to ourselves and the bullets have more value then the flesh they are shot at, according to beliefs and structures of morality in their eyes. However I am not a man of answers, just a man with eyes and ears who have not found peace in the war of minds, but in the love of a baby chicken and doggo.
So the plan for the day and what I am going to be up too for the next bit of the day, Up loads of last nights recordings, move chicks outside with the other ones, then back to check on the laying hens, and see how they are doing. I am also going to make sure the things I have to do are done and also cleaned up. Such being cleaning the chicken roost out and making sure they are fed and watered. Then might break out the lawnmower to get grass cut and then who knows. There is always something to take care of and no doing so would be not good, it would put a huge dent in the day. Speaking of, time to take meds so me no go too cray cray and try to fly with the chickens or something. That would not be a good thing, or a good time. The birds would laugh at me but I don’t want to their entertainment.
Nom nom pills taste like plastic, at least they are not nasty ass pain killers, they are the worst tasting. Oh oh major good news, I only have two more payments then my debts are done!!!! Me so fucking happy and I have much to do when it is all paid off.
But that is it for the right now, I must depart and warm up the last coffee and then get shit underway so I can make sure the day is not wasted
Oh No!!!! What has been brought upon me?!?!?!?! Nothing too crazy, just laying hens and some meat hens. Nom Noms in the future, very nummy nom noms in the future. One of the many things that I want to attend to today is the grass as well, well what is left in front of the yard. So that is the plan so far, that and the chicken pens have to be tidied and cleaned up a bit.
So that is the basic morning plan and the world is a happy place where I am, I know this is a contraversial opinion, but with all the hate and all the jackassery in the world, I am content here and will ventalate anyone who tries to interupt it. Well ventalated. I am surprised to be honest that the humans of these places have not just given up on the idea of lawful people being there and realized the crap ton of people who are there to destroy, that they just do not gather up a town militia and start ventalating the problem. The ultamate fafo is your life draining from you when the last breath was a “well fuck” as the rest just learn. A teaching in the most direct way possible.
Though that may sound harsh, that is just the place we are at as a species. I do think that the world has become too stable and now because of a false stablility of nations, the fractures of a nation that lies have become cravassess and the healing has stopped and not longer a option. We now have a stangnate infection that has begun to spread to the world as a whole. Like a defuntional disinfectant of global perportions. We are the advancing bacterium that has now become too much for the basic cures, now the world is in a contemplation of complete erratication. Human driven or not, does not matter, I hear the cries and now become the falling tears of a dying being.
All in all I just have not become wiser or more aware of things, that are not all that visual in this world. Just listing to the times, many have passed before, just these times, we are almost there, not quite, but close.
So all in all the plan of the day is the usual par for the usual, clean up and take care of the fluff nuggets. I am going to have to make lots of albums to upload of both the books I am reading and more pics of the fluff nuggets.
But I must be off to get a last coffee and then get the world taken care of one more time.
Well the day has progressed nicely as I slept most of it, just a couple days of some good work got my brain all funky, so it decides to sleep for a extra 10 hours or so and I am very weak and mind fogged. So the day is used to recover and get back to mostly normal and functional and happy.
So the day has be me enjoying time with the chickens and doggos outside. Though the smoke is filling the air and causing a haze, still a loverly day. Kitties are surrounding me and have been enjoying the slightly cloudy day as they are content with a few self cleaning licks then back to the nap fest.
Grass and such could be cut but nah, not trying to give myself reasons to get up and move away from my coffee. It is a coffee day where I am content and just happy with my cup of joe. With the coffee and the various and often sounds penetrating the forest around me, heaven is a state of mind and not a state of being.
The garden is all tilled out and ready for plants and also they are ready for the stakes to go in, then the vines netting will go up and the beans can grow with all fervor they have. That and I cant wait until the garden is producing nom noms so I can weed and snack at the same time. The best time of year and soon the raspberries are going to be coming in soon. Much Excitement and joy.
As the words are released I find my brain fogging over so I must depart to get back into the groove of brain fixing. Back soon loverlies.
