I want to meet the person, you think I am….

True story… got a good night sleep, dreamed and yea, it was about the past, because I have been motor mouth this morning and that hasn’t been the norm… the norm is talk about virus, our area, what we need to accomplish and what needs getting done… but not today…

Today, I talked a lot about the relationships that never were and how their own imagination made the life, they think I live… true story… kid you not… and that was obvious from a very early age and the helicoptering mother and the jealous sister… so, as I matured an heads start turning… they imagined my life an told stories based on their imagination… how do I know this…

I listened… an never contradicted the stories they told… one of the things I did, on Japan, when the stroke and herniated neck was taking hold… never disagree with their stories and never tell my own… an that is exactly what I did from 1968 till Nov 7, 2017… when I got my memory back of the night, Margie died at 13 years old, in Big Springs, Texas… Webb AFB… 1967…

The ironic thing to this little story, people still do it to this day… I kid you not… Friends, sons, family… make it up as they go, because… I didn’t tell story….

For all the bull shit out there about, how you get mental illness… you can’t get pass the reason in your head to dislike someone like me… no rhyme or reason, much like how Hilary Clinton is treated… conspiracy theories, instead of just getting to know the truth… truth that makes people uncomfortable…

Ya know, if the bible was truth, it would make a whole lot of people uncomfortable… but…

Because my story is truth, it makes a whole lot of people uncomfortable, so they retreat to the bible that leaves them feeling less soiled by their faith… now, if you are capable of following that line of thought, give yourself a bronze star… gold is for special moments…

I got these above realizations as a child… an the few pictures that are of me during those years, you can see it in my eyes…

Christians don’t love…

Christians judge, because…??? Guess you’ll have to ask them…

I look into the eyes of the people I interact with, I look into their souls… an just as my big boy growls, by your scent alone… I judge not by your appearance, but by your soul… ever look at evil….???

Look into Trumps eyes…

Well this was a fun write and the phone is going off in the background… yep, for me, to truly write and get something done… I’m going to need quiet and no distractions… and that ain’t happening on Hawaii island on Makuu street…

Adorable Spite… on a journey to never never land… I believe in fairies, do you???

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