Super BOwL oF Love

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Well.. Hello.. Dear Friend.. Leah.. too..
Usually at the point of sending you an email
to make sure you are still doing well.. i get
one from you the next day.. so yes.. it works
out well.. and hehe.. i’m only a link away
for anyone.. friend or so-called
enemy who wonders how
i am in living color..
i Love the Victorian
headpiece you made
for the ball and it looks
lovely.. and so do you..
and hope you enjoyed
the concert very much..
lots of change for me in the
last couple of weeks.. in liGht
and dArk.. but ha!.. still with no
Day Job as it were and is for money..
i can’t complain really.. what comes my
way.. but anyway.. after a long 19 to 20..
month journey of selling my father’s estate
we finished that.. and a real epic moment for
me yesterday was getting debt and loan
free.. including car and home.. for
the first time since i was 20 with
a student loan.. as reported
in the celebration part of
my blog yesterday but
even thinking further
my mother charged
me a loan for
my first
car..
the 1970 Maverick
previously owned by her..
when i was 16 years old..
paying the $500 dollar
loan off to her at
a zero percent
interest rate
of $50 dollars
a month in
payment
which was not
as low as it seems today
as i was working as a Janitor
and Minimum Wage was
something like
$2 an hour
or so..
Anyway.. it is a peaceful
feeling not owing anyone
any dollar amounts of life
anymore.. but haha!.. i’ve
made giving a way of life..
now that the money
comes for
free..
but sure that
free almost killed
me before it set me
free in ways of work for
over 3 decades before..
anyway.. i thrive
off of busy
too..
and it is a necessity
for folks with ADHD to be
this way to keep that laser focus
that keeps us out of fog of mind..
to keep the positive neurohormones
and neurochemicals coming.. so i am
coming up on my 12 month anniversary
of my challenge to do a poem in response
to every poem on the dVerse online
poetry pub.. that i’ve been interacting
with for two and a half years now..
and have actually been
successful in doing
that and i could
go back
and count..
since it’s all still
documented on my blogs..
but at an average of 70 poems
a week or 10 a day on full average..
yeah.. that’s pushing 4000 poems
in one year.. not counting
how many i do in my
style of stream
of consciousness
writing to the tune
of anywhere from
20K to 60K words
a week or so.. yeah..
it adds up..
and my other
challenge of 1000 miles
of dance walking every six
months.. i’ve fallen a little behind
on.. as i am about 180 miles shy
of the 5,000 mile mark since
the end of August 2013..
making the end of this
month the
challenge for that..
where i met it on
SuperBowl Weekend
last February but it will
probably all balance out
for the 6,000 mile mark
at the end of August
as i really need to
get out
more and dance
and this tales me i
am writing a little too
much as opposed to dancing..
gotta keep a balance of moving
and sitting still creating to keep
the health and wellbeing all
great.. and the focus of
course.. with the
ADHD.. and
overall
dopamine
variant Nomad
gene obviously passed
down from my Law Enforcement
father.. or warrior gene or whatever
other metaphor one may use for the
crazy one’s
like me
hehe..
and the dArker
challenges were
a biopsy for my
sister that came
out A okay in
the liGht..
but our
Cat Moby..
passing away
putting him
down this
week on Tuesday..
the big grey one who
has been suffering so
from Diabetes no longer
receptive to medication
as a solution.. and
degenerative
arthritis
from a
life of
not moving
for anything
other than food
for 10 years..
as compared
to our in
side out
side cat Arthur
who lived for 20 years
and down the street Ginger
Cat Tennessee who is still a fluffy
and robust 17 year old force
of Nature.. yeah.. it just
reminds me of Super
Walmart and
the folks
i graduated with
who move more like
Red Foxx than
Jack LaLanne
as Red
Started that role
on Sandford and
Son as Fred Sandford
at age 50.. five years
my junior then..
human
beings who
are not impacted
by some genetic condition
that makes them obese have
a great deal of say so.. on how they
will live their Senior years.. based on
life style.. but anyway folks like
Jack LaLanne.. and Charles
Atlas prove that
human
potential
is like our cat
Arthur.. and the
Ginger cat Tennessee
when we remember we as
just another furry creature
of Nature.. who will pay the
consequences of not meeting
a physical challenge of life as
well as a mental one..
so i will focus
more on that
dance challenge
now.. as even my cholesterol
and blood pressure has been
a little elevated as of late
in labs.. but we humans
have this gift
of cognitive
abilities to
make that
change..
where
all that
Moby had was that
spoon fed gift from his
original masters that set
his epigenetics in cat
way to very
low
in cat
potential
for a full and robust
life to the end like
Arthur
and Tennessee..
if only people
knew and
FELT THEY
ARE
only
animals and
not just something
in between their ears..
THERE WOULD BE lots
more smiles
at
Super Walmart..
but of course the working
world that is mostly sitting still
now.. makes it almost impossible
for some folks to do it.. exhausted
at the end of a day sitting with
no where to move
to burn
off stress
hormones and
chemicals in the
mind and body
all day long
in this
new way
of cultural
sedentary hell..
Digging ditches is
no better either as repetitive
movements of any kind will
lead to ergonomic injuries
in physical way..
from neck pain
to back pain..
to PAIN
IN GENERAL..
And ha.. yeah.. i am the
only one at my age of
Sandford and Son still
dancing at Old
Seville Quarter
now on Thursday
Night.. although
there was one
other guy
who seems
to have given
that up besides me..
My heroes are folks like
Jack LaLanne and Bruce Lee..
and others who refuse to play
the rules of an insane culture
at hand in ways of
restricting
human
Nature
in Moving
Connecting
and Creating life now..
Anyway.. three or four or
how many times i’ve said
anyway in this stream of
consciousness thought..
Lovely hearing from
you.. and i always
look forward to
the next
now
my friend Leah..
and yes.. you know
where i am.. hehex2..:)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/02/star-seeds-friend-son-of-godzilla-free.html

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Love to read your
eclectic posts.. friend
gigoid.. and let the
coffee of them
percolate in
my mind
and body for
just a little while
at least.. to see what
random seminal notes
as you say will come
from the garden
that is fertilized
longer and
watered too..
but anyway.. as you
likely know and feel now..
almost any line and seriously
amusingly more any
word can lead to
a Novel
from
me.. hehe..
as you know and
feel stream of
consciousness
writing accesses
much greater human
potential.. than the problem
solving way of making life
real.. hmm.. but in a life
that is truly spoon fed to
so many folks..
and rote
ways of
remembering
stuff for the daily
grind of work.. where
has creativity gone.. when
on Facebook.. all one sees is
sharing mostly what the directors
producers and actors of someone
else’s play has to offer..
but still for some
including me..
the percolating
takes longer.. yes..
40 years for me
since the first
fresh brew of
the coffee
of creativity
comes at age
13.. and goes away
when the muse of life
of emotions is taken away from
me by the religious right of my
community.. who are
stiff cardboard
boxes.. that
i too
mold myself
into.. for the pure ignorance
of what my frigging human nature
was taling me from the beginning
of my life..
be wild and
free.. yes.. my
rant.. manifesto..
and mantra.. be
wild and free
give more
than
take
and like Nike
says once again..
JUST DO LIFE
WILD
AND
FREE..
So i’ll continue
the rest of the Novel
on my Blog as usual..
and have a great day..
as wild and free as
nature blesses
you.. the
gift of life
iN dArk
and liGht
from God
who has
Zebra
stripes too
Nature in all her
black and white.. grey..
and colors over the
Rainbow.. in
true human
magic
imagination
and creativity tales
me yeah.. it get much
dArker and liGhter
than this..
and someone
out there is likely
living now in a better
heaven.. or worse
hell than i for
one have
felt and seen..
but line iS
iT iS n0w
what iT iS
and God
ALLthatis..
no escapes..
but living now..
MiGht aS WeLL maKinG
M A G I C NATuRE NOW
WELL MIgHT oF BALANCe..:)

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Talking with my lovely
dancing friend from Seville
Quarter late night last night
when the crowd thinned enough
to get a word in heard.. her story
of the challenges and stresses
of modern life.. Facebook
competitions of happy
faces.. and now
the competitive
nature that
can be
a modern
smart and
very attractive
girl’s life.. that says
be the best or you
are nothing.. is so sad
and such a source of
emptiness as
competition
in material
ways
of life
erases the
inner life of sharing
and feeling for Love
instead of appearances
and a race for who has more
in ways of stuff when likes become
stuff.. and even sharing in ways of
material online shares.. of
concrete hell..
i’d rather put out..
than receive as receiving
brings these days.. often.. so many
restrictions to keep that receiving
coming by playing the rules of the
given social norm.. where evil
is often good and good
is often evil..
and discerning
the two.. becomes
even more foggy for those
led down a harbor.. of
myst between
the human
animal
fur of
life wild and
free.. yes once
again.. wild and free..
sharing and cooperating
no different really.. overall
that a wolf pack roaming
together to keep
life real
and
surviving
balance.
yes.. wild
and free still for now..
Loving the one you’re with
in ways of eYes of shaRinG
and hell no Love is
not limited
to sex..
Love iS
a way of
Life iN Sharing
overall.. so whomever
i am with.. iN human
connections i
am Loving
the one i’m
with.. giving all
of who i am to them..
in the moment of now..
as truly that’s all we have
and no moment is too smAll
or large to Love as Human..
and no human is
too large
or small..
or any other
kind of different
to not Love as Human..
one now i told someone all
i see is friends i like in strangers..
and that person told me it must
not be very special to
be liked by you..
oh..
the
irony..
every jewEL
a human to me..:)

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Just another Eagle named
Fred from Old Seville
Quarter..wink emoticon..
wow.. after every Rave
Dance night.. my mind
and body is like
candy
of creativity..
with ocean roar
of waves.. iN peace
of balance.. high..
no adrenaline
the ecstasy
of DMT..
when
human
becomes a perfect
storm of Love.. and to
be clear.. all Natural
DMT.. no substance
drugs for me..
as the
essence
is me.. when
creativity flows
alive.. from the
deepest
recesses
of stored memories
from all of my life’s
experiences and
deeper deeper
where
genetic
memory of ancestry
experiences swim
again.. and yes..
fly again like
an Eagle to
the sea..
where the
spirit of us is
set free.. and giving
and sharing becomes
the real of now.. with
no one.. to take
that away
when
we
fly like
an Eagle to
the ocean of us so
free.. so feathered wild
and deliciously briGht
in Sun of us.. waves
of rays..
of liGht
as uS come
deLiGht so free
and wild aLiVE..
where all is
now.. aLL
iS liGht
soaRinG
hiGher and
even hiGher..
so what i’m basicAlly
creatively saying here..
is i could can keep going and going
until this becomes my second technical
word length Free verse poeTry novel of
over 40K words.. and yes.. two full
prompts from Tuesday dVerse
prompt on what one
would Love to
be born again
as.. and the
Thursday open
link night prompt..
as well as any left overs
from the weeklong Monday
Haibun prompt.. 24 from Tuesday
to catch up with.. and likely close
to 40 for Thursday and maybe
two more from Monday
for close to
66 in total
effort now..
then when this
Epic post and associated
photos.. music videos.. lInks
and other artistic stuff comes
to another end for the next
beginning now.. but as
Katy Perry says.. with
perfect storms
of humans
riSinG in the
magic of God
of Nature now..
where relatively sPeaKinG
some of uS are the capsTonE
of the ancient pyramids of Egypt..
Where the origin of what is arises
from one point of pyramid spreading
out inversely wHeRe the above and
so below iS uS at BegiNinG and
end of all..
and sure Supebowl
weekend will get involved
in this post as well.. as
it is a pinnacle of modern
popistry in Art.. iN
Enlightened
human being
halftime way..
as the initiates
chosen from God
of Nature Art among
us in Natural selection
of the what that is for now..
shines greatly around the
world.. in the best effort
artists make to bRinG
the rest of the
world
iN dArker
ways better
to liGhter ways
of Star Seed children
now.. my last Novel
Free Verse Poetry post
was actually a combination
of three posts before that..
doing one at one post
is a bigger challenge
than that but
hey.. it’s
Super Bowl
50 and Mardi
Gras Weekend and yeah..
baby i’m gonna get out there in
the public and likely dance a marathon
effort this weekend too.. but again it is the
challenge that makes me who i am all in
dARk and liGht of the
storm i am
for
now..
in moving
connecting
Eagle Free Verse
PoeTry Novel
now.. and
dArk Horse
way
aS
WeLL..:)

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Starting at Monday prompt for Haibun here..
with only one link added in there for now..
and then the next one jumping all the
way to Thursday open link
night prompt.. spotting
Shawna’s blog
before
it goes
the way of
a Hurricane
wind.. to
something
else.. now
somewhere
else.. then
now.. so here’s
to Monday first..

Worlds of work homeless
office buildings no
humans left
inside..
empty sHells
of fingers spRead
sheet theiR way further
and further inTo rinGs
oF Dante heLL.. oh
the homeleSS
man SpRinGs
outside…

meLted
dReams
real comes trUe..:)

It’s nows like this
i’m so glad i’m not
a girl.. but yeah..
Lesbian would
be cool..
anyway..
omg.. two
prompts behind..
full prompts.. will
have to remember your
poem from Tuesday too..
but sure i can.. to make
my entry for that.. Daisy C..S..
anyWay.. God kNows
when i’ll get here
on Thursday prompt
or wheRever.. so i came
over early.. to insert
my words..
and yeah..
teenage pregnancies
are definitely going down
here and around the world..
as electronic
sperm
don’t go
anywhere
but sexting
still
empty
sHells
of
seminal
blAngst.. but
hey.. overpopulation
and all of that it’s
where God
finAlly
geTs
her revenge
for aLL the other
animals suffering
at the ’cause of
human
sex..
hmm.. but
yeah.. holding
hands.. that
sure
was
nice..:)

And now for
sand dancing
and Sun before
i purUse the other
53 left so far now..:)

1:21 pm
2042016

Back at
12:17..
2082016
now wITH
two more
Fredbuns
inspired
by Lynn’s
Haibun..;)

As always answers
stARt at the cradle..
humans who are
Unconditionally
Loved with
Kind and
couRAge..
are trustFul
enough of humans
and Nature around
them.. to be secure
inside..
never
allowing
themselves
to be used by
others.. but now..
then.. there is poverty..
W/O subsistence.. and
ills of health..
where
common
Christians
refuse to
lend the
helping
hand
of Government
to reach places
out of
churches
and
neigh
borhoods..

Humans raped
more
than sex…

OBTW..
hi Lynn..
once again
at the very end..
writing hundreds
of poems.. and
finishing my
2nd ‘official’
Novel
of Free Verse
Poetry tomorrow
iN 18 days..
around
50K words
before Catholic
Lent starts
and sure..
my Lent
and Ramadan
never ends now
as alWays
true.. iN
liGht..
iN Dance
and Words
of SonG..

Soldiers
oF God iN KinD
CourAGeX2..:)

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A long week of many
changes.. late getting
here but alWays
the less here..
and sMiLes that
bRinGs me to my
next point.. my
friend SOHEIR..
trUly coming face
to face with God that
iS real and all that Is..
IS a humbling experience..
there is a Love and Respect
that has no match.. and A Faith..
Hope.. and Belief that iS all resolve
secure and trust.. so in other words
there is no need to fear another
human being..
or a need to
rise hiGher
as theRe
is no higHer
or lOwer of
God as
US iN
uS
WitH us
my friEnd iN
fAct all nows are
beginning iN God’s
Unconditional Love
of liGht and dARk..
most imporTantLY
FeeLinG God Now..:)

And so sorry.. i didn’t
have sweets to
share..
but i
am onLY
sweet.. wInks.. so
Heir sMiles for now..:)

Smiles to you again my friend
and as i already reported in my
latest blog post before you define
SOHEIR as Egyptian Star.. i cAll you
out as Star child/seed tHere..;)

Oh yes.. Definitely believe you
and truly Love that name SOhEIR
and the Star Woman who wears it WeLL..
And might write another novel this
weekend with yoUr Star as
pArt oF God’s inspiRaTioN..:)!

SMiLes again my friend..
i looked back to
make sure
you saw the
first one named
‘GodsUniVerse Novel’..

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/12/26/godsuniversenovel/

and i see you did.. and
the next one if i make
it to the required 40K
standard in words
will be after
my current
blog post..
named
‘Star Seeds
Friend Son
of Godzilla’..
writing is great
fun to me.. sMiles
again.. friend Soheir..
and Good Night to you
as well..:)

Pray.. Laugh.. and Hug..
iN positive ways..
alWays beat
worry.. stress..
and hurry
as negative
direction in Life..
And yes.. all tools of humans
ranging from letters made
first by tool of sticks
scratching lines
in soil.. to
the highest
skyscrapers
are not
the core
of us iN
feeling the
empathy of human
connection as a tribe
of one eYes.. iN sharing
Cooperating.. and most
importantly surviving..
i am rich without
any clothes
of culture
and haha
i can
prove
that too..
while most
folks hide
behind
the covers
of culture now
my friend.. and
to be clear that is
a general metaphor
for all cultures as all
cultures are extensions
of tools that become
the human
being
inside..
sadly so
much now..
more than ever..
it seems to me.. now..
But perhaps the most
important quote as that
relates to separation of
church and state
from the
Kuran
that states..
There shall
be no compulsion
(in acceptance)
of the
religion
is the wisest
pARt of aLL as the
human tribal instinct
most always THINKS.. iT
has the last word in group
THINK throughout the
ages.. but God alWays
comes out on
top
knoWinG
and expresSinG
more than human
EyEs will ever
do al
one.. now..
AnyWay.. Happy
now.. it’s all that’s
ever truly counted
iN human eYes
that live
now
at least…
my friend..
SOHEIR..:)

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And now to dVerse Tuesday
Prompt on what one
would like to
be if
born
again..
yeah.. hmm..
and her it goes..

*
The toad.. The frog..
the amphibian still lives
in uS.. the fish.. the
single cell organism
still lives iN US..
while some
folks worry
about the cycle
of death and life
others just live
whomever
they care
to be
iN change
for now..
after all
we are all
connected and
one.. with aLL
Nature as birth
and death shows
iN DNA way..:)

GreaTest risk of hoping
to live again.. is the
reality of never living
now.. so much to do
so much to see..
yet so
much to forget
that now even exists..:)

*
Perhaps the sAddest pARt
of the Christian religion
is insisting a man never
changes for 2000 years..
when no human is the
same human with
precisely the
same words..
moves.. and
emotions..
from second
to second except
for a machine.. if
Jesus truly comes back
he will be a robot
according to
modern
Christianity
and the same for
any other prophet
who cannot evolve to
greater human potential
iN both Truth and Love
iN Wisdom and LiGht..
wheRe the colors
continuALLy
change eternAlly
now iN a RaiNbow
that never ends
for now at least..
and on top of that as
reported in Luke 17:21..
if ya don’t find heaven
at hand now.. you’ll never
find it ever any now but now..
inside.. outside.. above.. so
below and all around..
looking for golden
floors iN
palatial
homes and
Pearly
gates..
just the
Lottery
of Old
World Lies..
where the house
of lies always wins
the finally tAlly
away from
heaven
now..
Jesus was a Naturist
iN words.. feelings
and deep metaphors
same as any
poet
who
finds
God as Nature..
and sadly the thought
of reality scares the
beJezus.. out of
some folks
and
leads
to greater
rings of Dante’s
hell away from God
iN uS as Nature
now..
juSt now..
the gift of God
iN human potential
wasted on the lies
of psychopathic ways
of folks starting with
Emperor Constantine
in the Nicene
Council of
325 AD..
making the humble
prophet.. man
and teacher
Yeshua.. into
a Soldier Sun God
while Constantine
follows suit and
erects a monolithic
statue of himself
for others
to kneel down
and worship
him as
a Sun
God2..
the one percent
are always here
as psychopathic
folks with little
heARt for Love now..
as Spirit expreSsinG
that Love.. iN a trUly
miNd and boDy balanCinG
soUl.. that gives rather
than elevating to higher
levels of empty status
and power
with
no blood
or body
iN bread and
WinE of Love
now.. wHere
Christ iS Love
and not a robot
who never changes..:)

And as a side note here..
i attempted to use the metaphor
of a Desert Isle escaping the lies
of culture as change in attaining
heaven now.. no different really
than Luke 17:21’s report
on Jesus.. but reference
that same post when i was
Brow Beat by folks
who insisted i not
use philosophy
and metaphors
in my way of writing
to the greaTest of human
change.. ignorant in the true
meaning of the New Testament
and the humble Man Jesus who
was only a man no different
in potential than most
other human beings..
anyway.. they
deleted my
link
on this
greatest change
iN Truth and LiGht
of human Wisdom
and Love..
and after
two other
times when folks
at the top of
the online club
could not understand
my deeper metaphors
than what that
they are used
to.. that was
the last straw
of the camel
who was visiting
the whole of tHeir
needle.. and asterisks
indicate the places where
i am no longer welcome.. dusting
my sandals off.. but still watching..
listening.. and getting inspired as all
of human
being.. dArk
and liGht..
ignorant
or wise
inspire..
me now..:)

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/09/15/30347/

And truly it is disgusting
as these folks are continuously
complaining about folks who
do not visit poetry
sites to respond..
and me writing literally
now thousands of responses
never failing to respond in
the last year since March
of last year.. and
just because
i do more
and run deeper
than everyone else
easily measurable empirically
beyond their ability to focus
and understand now..
they discarded
me like a
piece of garbage
no different really
than my middle school
bullies in school.. physically
stronger.. then.. butT
the truth iS
intellectual bullies..
who work in the world
of science and rules
and regulations
can be
just as big
bullies buTT
they’ve never met
a Lion
like
me who is
tenacious
as air and water..
malleable to change
no different and
alWays Winning
the War no
matter how
many battles
other folks THiNK
THEY’VE WON IN discarding
my humanity out of their
circle
of
influence..
but haha.. now
the whole thing
just adds to my story
and as they say of ages
old a prophet/sage is never
understood in
tHeir
own
environment
whether country
or online FiN
‘country clubs’..
of Know it
alls and
control
freaks..
and yes
side note
ends..

*
And hmm.. a firm
denial that one is
not coming back but
going to heaven after
life.. however the
same folks demanding
that Jesus comes
back.. now.. how
iroNic..
i could
make
a parAble
oF thiS..;)

Beautiful.. WeLL adjustinG
human appreciating now
and who they are wishes
for nothing more but to
be who they
are now
and then
for now..
sure we alWays
evolve to lEarn and
feel more.. somenows
too.. wE devolve iN dArk..
feeLinG less.. but bottom
liNe iS core flAMe oF
us iS both uS
and ShaREd
when
Free
aLive.. Now..:)

SMiLes.. my friend..
i like to think of
me as nameless
faceless soUI..
projecting spiRit!
oF Ego iN human
personality driven
by emoTioNal
hEart as WeLL..
as SpiRit!
where i iS
me as SoUl..
I iS Actor oF
i and i iS
Director
and producer
of I actor
as ego
and personality
as Zen art of person..
the art that others see..
potentiAlly dArk or liGht..
but the greaTest pARt oF
aLL is i can transform
myself into many humans
or other animals now
as all our
DNA
iN genetic
style iS similar
shaRinG
mostly
sAMe..
yesterday.. i
was a Jaguar
on the primitive
hunt.. dancing
the night
away..
and today
i am now
a Nautilus
building shell..
and later.. a
Panther/Jaguar
again.. in style
of martial
arts..
sparring
with air
flying
with
ease
oF
cLaws..:)

Oh.. so free and wild
to be human is
what i choose
to come
back as
now.. breaKinG
bricks layer by layer
oF domesticated
human aLL
aWay
finding
furry core of me..
briGht eYed and
bushy taLed
once
aGaIN..
and yes.. reTiring..
paying the mortgage
and car off last week..
seaLed the Free
and Wild deal
of me
once
aGain..
iK inK of paws
LiOns Free..:)

SMiLes.. so hard
to swim.. so hard
to fly.. float on
land no
swim
but fly..
reborn a butt
er fly iN liGhT..:)

Nature old..
Nature grows..
Nature knows
onLY now..
Nature
us.. Nature
we.. Nature
i.. oh..
so free..:)

Improvisation
here on
Shawna’s
misSinG
lInk..;)

Just gonna
borrow this
for a
smAll
project
oF min(e)d..
onLy need
iT now
for the
end of
the weekend..
i’m thinKinG now..;)

Hmm.. yeah.. what IF.. yes.. this is a side
note or perhaps pArt of Shawna’s place..
WHAT IF.. Jesus did come back
like so many folks thInk
he wiLL out of now
some 2.2 million
humans around the
world.. who is he..
would he be the one
before.. would anyone
accept his Muslim
looks in the
US.. likely
dark eyes..
medium
stocky
build..
brown
skin..
hmm.. yeah..
i guess he’d have
to transform into
that portrait image
of that sweet blonde
haired female with
a beard.. that
so many homo
sexual priests
along the line
of Catholic Church
approved of with
mighty strokes
of pens..
yeah.. sure..
if ya thInk there
are a bunch of pedo
phile men.. in the
ranks of Catholic
single men..
there are
many more
practicing
homosexuals
than that..
but back to my
point.. as too bad
they cannot simply
come out of the closet
and be them.. self.. instead
of putting on a straight face
at the pulpit after coming
back from the gay
bar.. that
same sex
marriages/messages..
cannot be sacred
in humans who love
God and each other
same and as holy
and sacred as
anyone else..
A true
failing of the
Catholic Church
a lack of respect
for Nature in suggesting
that birth control is a sin..
when nature as the God of
Nature is fighting back
in her own way
in us on
that.. and
to be clear
her as far as God
goes is no more
an entity with
a vagina than
he as God
with
a Penis..
for Patriarchal
Homosexual church
leaders that truly
wish God had a big penis..
sarcasm in tow.. there for
all the pain and suffering
put on people
of different
sexual orientations
by priests with different
sexual orientations.. so
silly and downright dum..
not to express
God given
Nature
all the way
whatever it is..
God’s plan is balance..
and not humans plan
for control..
power..
and status
in shiny robes..
anyway.. SO WHAT IF..
WHO IF.. AND WHERE IF
JESUS COMES BACK.. I MEAN
YESHUA.. OR JOSHUA.. OR OTHER
LANGUAGE NAMES.. OF THE FLESH
AND BLOOD ONE MAN.. who a hundred..
thousand.. or ten thousand other
men’s words now have
been attributed to
through the first 40
years of no written record
to the first printed version
of an English Bible then in the
middle of the last millennium
about 1500 AD or whatever..
So What iF.. truth iS..
until a path iS
prepared for
the forecast
one.. and a place
big enough to hold his
or her or whatever’s soul..
Jesus will remain in prison
of HeARts.. SpiRits.. and SoUls
who refuse to grow.. Jesus iS
only as real as Christ maKinG
the man
of Love
our HeARt..
as a mission
and Art of Life now..:)

side note ends..
and time for gym
workout.. and
back to
Novel
ways of
writing after
the continuing
struggle and fiGht
for excellence in
human potential
continues
for
me.. tainted
with who knows..
perhaps a thouSand
Grains
of sand
iNLOVE..:)

6:25 pm…
Back at 10:57 pm..:)

SMiLes.. perhaps the
GreaTest Forever
Loves.. sparked
the return
of the
UniVerse
aGain.. and
then Love would
be the hiGhest Force..
and perhaps it is.. Magic..:)

Gravity.. perhaps Nature’s oldtest SonG..
and a cure for aGinG bones.. muscles..
tendons.. ligaments.. iS playing
wITh gravity and not against
it.. art of gravity.. floating
humans terrestrial oN
land of marshmallow
comfort.. wheRe gRound
becomes a dance floor
gliding feet come
one with
Earth
and gRain
of SAnd
BuTTerfly
SinGs iN
human
feat
oF
feetONE..:)

Birth of water whole
from start of Ocean
womb.. sailor’s
deliGht oF
what we
were
underwater..
never sinkIng
shore..
finally
crawling out..
be the
water
whole again..:)

Bird of bridge
swoon of heARt..
fly so hiGh
liGhting
never
landing
hard..:)

*
Other than when
human dies.. most
other animals
feed the birds..
humans collecting
it all..
even
dead..
morbid
obsession
with form
away from essence..:)

Child dreams of innocence
real iN imagination
and creativity
true.. moving..
connecting..
yes creating..
wishing fruition
no limits or expectations
in passings or futures..
now a child’s
eYes..
alWays
Innocence
SpiRit Young
Never aging
fountain
youth..
inside
never going..
dreams live on..:)

Birds of a feather
sings songs often
not together.. solo
they go..
lonely
but always
searching
for another
feather..:)

Child’s eYes of paradise..
leave no room for
doubt.. all is hope
all is new..
all deliGhtful
when parents
Love
the
same..
Children’s
liGht a SonG
that never
ends..
with Love
at least..
living Again..:)

A world of input
sharing input
liking input..
away from
moving.. connecting
creating in flesh and blood
is in two
words..
humanely
insane..:)

Tree of knowledge..
form.. so distant..
lacking
essence..
Tree of Life..
Born again..
leaves Grass
Green as LiFe..
closer..
Now Real..:)

Ah.. yes.. an eternal
now born iN eYes
Love.. again
through
out
ages..
Loving
eYes stay now
everforevernow..:)

Second response to noweverforevernow..
SMiLes.. No time in heaven now beyond inFiniTy..
Beyond fire.. All time in hell as infiNity..
To fully understand this one must go to
both places in different nows..
The lesSon of eterniTy now..
Some folks call it the dArk
niGht of the soUl or
meeting Karma and
the God of Nature
allthatis face to face..
For me at least.. Yes.. the adventure
one Lifenow.. finding no time now as
eternal in heaven and the anti-now..
In the other place.. That question
can inspire a novel.. my friend..
Thanks.. I’ll finish the rest
of it.. On my blog.. wInks..
Just for fun..:)
SMiLes..
like God
‘said’..
i’ll
come
back
creating
Now juSt
noW..:)

Third response..
SMiLes again..
i second
now
that..;)

Dragon Fly
oh.. and roach
wonder.. ugly..
not owing
any human
explanations
first survivors
among
living
earthy
beings and
likely last to go..)

Well that ends
the Tuesday
prompt
of 24
poetic
expressions..:)

11:59 pm..
and back for
Thursday open
link night catch
up game tomorrow..
hopefully finishing
before the Super
Bowl begins..
just for
challenge
as all i’ll
be watching is
half time.. with
Chris Martin.. and
Cold Play and
Beyonce
too enjoying
tHeir show
of human
archetypes
of so many
songs and dance
as well as other
humanly designed
sign language
attempting
to scribe
the
essence
of all that is
aka God for now..:)

Back at 12:41 pm..
after some
Global
deTours
on 2062016..
StArtinG now
with Thursday
open lInk night
at dVerse doing
a few before
dance shopping
comes in
Marathon
ways..
at all
wife
Katrina’s
favorite stores
and mine too in
the nooks and
crannies of
the metro
mall
where
store
management
allows me to
let is all go
free in flow
of Zone..
hmm.. deserving
honorable mentions
as one.. force
of stores..
particularly
Dick’s Sporting
Goods.. the
Earth Store..
and Spencer
gifts.. as
well as
Star
bucks
in the mall..
dancing in Star
bucks in tight
quarters like
the Earth
Store..
and Spencer
Gifts.. and
away from
the mall
and Barnes
and Nobles
Book store is
like micro
poetic
expressions
a reAlly
tight
fit
that has
much to say..
in feat of feet..
like that dancing
Penguin
Happy
feet
me..
all relaxed
in flow to go..
So here i go more
in writing to
dVerse
for a few
more.. finger
treats.. now..;)

Poems.. Dance.. SonG
Art.. in general..
a way of life
that expands.. moving..
human imagination now
and creativity.. a UniVerse
we within.. onLY expanding…
Science.. the anti-art
for order..
including
poems
and
dance
that
pAinTs
by number..:)

Hmm.. asteRisk
removed from
that one..
let’s
see iF
my poem
stands
or is
erased
now by
whatever..
if you see
an asterisk
the answer is
yes.. if not..
either
way..
the
poem
sTill
exists
here..
ah..freedom
the place
now that
censorship
cannot touch..
at least here..;)

Store Dance
comes now..
back later..
for more
writing..;)

1:24 pm..
11:49 pm.. back
and hmm.. my comment
stuck.. and that’s
actually the second
person that was
moderating
my comments
out that has
decided to let
me back in..
hmm..
positive
energy
i guess..;)

Anyway.. back to
dVerse.. 32 more
poetic expressions
in response coming
for me.. and
i’ve gotta
a Novel
to publish..
perhaps as
early as
tomorrow
write fred
write..
dance
fred
dance..
and that’s
where i just
came from in
steps of
measure
of around
16 miles..
now to
let the
fingers
do
the
dancing..;)

*
Numbers.. Numbers
Numbers.. Spread
sheet
hell..
fingers
fingers
digits..bits
and bytes..
of never
quenching
thirst for Love..:)

Skipping over to
Shawna’s place
for another
revisionist
new
response
to her poem..
that no longer
exists on her blog..
SMiLes.. the Big S..
i mean little s..
just stopping
by long enough
to say.. now..
i like you..
Happy
sun now
day.. any
way.. Friend..
i feel all
the gaps
in with
NOW..
btw..
OMG..
that reminds
me of what my
first Girl friend
named
Little
s.. remember
her name was
Sonia Lee..
and there
was little
f.. too..;)

Okay.. back
to sequential
order.. now..

Well.. wITh Azaleas stiLL bLooming
Violet.. iN middle oF WiNter
SprinG cAMe anD
leFt aNd
never
arrives
i guess..
but DaFfodils
kNow tHeir place
In February..
iN hINt
ofFSprinG
here sTill
cominG..:)

Emerald Green Beauty…
of Bermuda.. none
like it i’ve seen
except close
to wheRe i
live.. in San
Destin.
place
of the
Truman show
close tHere too..
sMiles.. so much
poeTry to be
geneRated
sTIll
MovinG
now by
paradises
oF earth..:)

Ha.. being on the Autism
Spectrum with Asperger’s
Syndrome.. if i had a
dollar for everyNOW
the kids made fun
of me.. FOR THE
WAY i spoke..
i now..
would be
richer than
i already am
from it making
me stronger..
and yes.. then..
speech impediments
were much of an
improvement over
not speaking
at all
until age
4.. and now
i don’t shut
up.. and
that’s no
mythoRy..
and perhaps
THAT iS for REAL..
no speech pathologists
for me.. my memory
was good enough
for straight
A’s.. so
the teachers
didn’t pay
no mind
to my speech..
then.. somenows
the girls liked
me before i
opened
my mouth..
but at least
i had a shiny smile..
so i learned not
to talk
again..
just
sMiLes..
with shiny eyes..:)

Ah.. balance
now of noble
inside outside
cats.. ours always
live longer than
domesticated
only inside
ones it
seems
by double..
but yeah..
so sweet
they are inside
as well.. so pampered..:)

Smart phone saviors
oF red lights
and
waiting
rooms
standing
in Line..
too..
never
a dull
moment
with Facebook
antics.. candy
crunch
and
poeTry
for me..
and sure
some ‘other stuFf2’..:)

PoeTry of human
seNsualiTy thE
dark zone
wheRe
most folks
fail to go..
i ain’t
scaRed
and so glad
to see no one
gave you a
hard time
here..
butt the
dark oF iT
ALL.. iNside..:)

As hard as it may
be to believe i can’t
write.. scribble
scrabble
dysgraphia
is all i get..
without
digital
keys
i just
shut-up
in print..:)

*
Brick forest..
weeds grow into
history before..
grass breaks
stone..
uproots
human
gone..:)

Only two
asterisks
out of
33 poems..
not bad at
all.. so
great iN
fAct..
as even
asterisks
inspire great..:)

So many positive addictions..
including poetry
to feel
the void
of yester
now
empty..
dance for
me too..
and
Love
of course..
Prescription
Ativan for
5 years..
difficult
too…
free is best.:)

SMiLes.. i’ve read
that in mountainous
areas folks are more
likely to call God
Nature..
and in
deserts
where
taLLest
standing
iS humans
God becomes
nowman and or
some last prophet..
Nature and God
even bigger than
human or Mountain..
depends oN wHere oNe Lives..
and how far one can see pass
horizon
yesternows
here for now..:)

1:07 am..
2072016
13 more
and
now
sleep..:)

Back at 9:13 am..
with now for a couple
before Church now
comes..

SMiLes broken as culture
infinite number of
rules and
regulations
that now say
not good
enough..
ha! i say
F culture
yes.. Fred
culture i am
me.. and else
is Illusion except
moving.. connecting
and creating.. and those
who care not to can certainly
travel another way if
they like than
bliss
of the
heaven of
now.. Mastery
iN relative
FREE WiLL
under LOVE..
God aLLows
aLL
of uS
when
sOught
now found
inside outside
above so below
all around uS now
expanding Stars
of Us UniVerse
withiN
aLive
NOW..:)

Dust and Ashes of freedom
one and sAMe riSinG faLLinG
Star dust once us..
prisons many..
brick and mortar
mind and boarder..
boarder or free
iN
side or
out above
so below
aLL
’round
free now
or prisons
apArt
our
relative
free
WiLL
house
inside free
moving connecting
and creating in or
out of hUman
made
priSons..:)

Back at 1:25 am..
2082016..
still
playing
catch up..:)

Lost Love..
Loving Losses
strange bedfellows
of nuerochemicals
and neurohormones
that follow loss..
dopamine
pleasure
riSinG..
poeTry
calls.. oxytocin
social bonding
falls.. caLLinG
Love.. more..
oh.. the signs
and hints of
nuero
stuff.. now..
to understand
Nature can be
to master
iT iN..
relative
Free WiLL..
wheRe no
one..
controls
uS but Us..
FREE iS
alWays
inside..
trUly
us.. inside..
outside.. and
aLL a’Round..
at least i feel
i kNow.. i feel
i reason..
i master
relative
free
will..
miNd and
boDY balance
as soUl oF uS..
moving.. connecting
in emoTioNaL spiRit
oF heARt.. expresSinG..
feeLinGs.. now regulating
emoTioNs.. inTeGraTinG
senses.. a dance now
and SonG
of LiFe
for
NOW
Free WiLL
under Love..
F R E E D O M..:)

Letters Love
never connecting
passing ships iN
Oceans uS.. so far
so dark
so deep
so shallow
left feeLinGs
oF Love.. forGivinG
Us.. stArtinG aGaiN..
no one iS perfect
wE aLL work
toGeThEr
best
as
one
Force..
dARk and LiGht
iN Star Wars oF
miNd and boDy
balance.. now..:)

So true.. Love
iS not onLY
kinD Love
cannot
gRow
now an
ocean
with
out
cou
rage..
Kung
Fu Pan
da now
1.. 2.. or
3.. Kung Fu..
in general..
martial
arts..
bRinGs
strength
of character..
integrity of
miNd and boDy
balance.. and now
best of aLL.. trUly
innate.. instinctual
and intuitive to be
the water requires
zero letter of
instruction
to follow
heArt of
moving..
connecting
and creating now..
UniVerSal Truths now
follow Loving Strength..
iN Fearless UnconditioNal
LoVE
N0W..:)

Human Archetype of the
DArk niGht of the SoUl..
Human sOul
as real
as science
when the
art of
uS
rises
again..
when child
becomes science
and art once again..:)

This is a really great poem..
perhaps the best out
of the whole
dVerse open
link lineup
this week..
and one
comment..
wow.. what
iS thiS.. poeTry
or Facebook.. sMiles..
Tit for tat like or share..
cold hEArted orb.. kNows
no.. notta
feeLinG.. now..
Moon iS briGht
hUman dark..
give and
get or
now no
give at aLL..
giving iS the best
pArt oF aLL for
those who
feel
the now
reward..
sAdly
dArkest
heARt
goNe..
now..
SinGs iTs
SonG oF
no RefRain…:)

Ah.. to think that
the first farmer
forgot poeTry
was never
words
and
only essence..
to feel iT.. yes..:)

Canary yeLlow
humans faLL
iN cOld
Winter
mines.. minds..
Canary winGs
SinG aWay
from
cultUre
lies.. fLy
hiGher
than
cAges mAde..:)

*
SMiLes..
God speaks
through aLL
even through
metaphorical
DEvils and Satans
ignorance
speaks
for none..
and to be
clear i like your
poem.. sMiLes
again.. that’s
iN reference
to the
first
response..
up there forgetting
that the prophets
signs are
in concert
halls.. as
God is an
equal
opportunity
employer whether
profit or prophet..
sMiLes times three..;)

SoUl
no memory
but now..:)

Hardestiny
and sofTest
Loves.. live
iN
mirrors..:)

Baptism in the air
and water
without
scripture
or even
one word..
Air and Water
SpRinG eternal
now.. aWay
from eYes
oF cOld..
flows
spiRit
Youth
returning..
heArt and SoUl..:)

Les
Son
now A
Butterfly
never looking
back iN Cocoon
ways now.. dreams
oF FliGht
fruition
SinGS
WinGs
oF flutter
hEarT FeeLs..:)

Spectrums from conservative..
literal.. to open minded
figurative.. wild
and free
or imprison
science.. art
is freer with
imagination
and creativity
not closed in
plastic
bags..
trial and
error failure
and success
alWays
trying
better
chances
no matter who..:)

Road travels
human moves
connects creates
Road travels
human cars
move..
without
connecting
creating..
Roads travel
destinations
change moving
connecting
and
creating
travel..:)

SeAsons greeting
All fOur
butterFly
danCinG
humans now
create FliGht
through liGht
inside shiNinG
briGht aLL
foUr
seaSons
lONg for
NOW..:)

Humans
Domestic..
Wild as
Wolves..
sMiLes
oN a
dog’s
face.. Sitters..
Rovers.. aLL
animals
including
uS.. no
different
reAlly outside..
excuses from
culture..
Nature
SinGS
true
and free
moving sitting
one and sAme..:)

Ocean dreams
of old goNe..
so blue
so deep
so cOld
daRk
blue
one
sInks..
Oceans emerald
glow in gulf..
so shallow
yet
deep
in life’s
row now oF
yeLLow sUn..:)

All caught up
at 3:18 am..
and to
publish
a seventh
chapter
of a Novel
titled “Super
Bowl of Love”
tomorrow
with
Novel
titled
“GodsUniVerseNovel2”
all 7 chapters
coming ‘later’..:)

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Hi gigoid.. hey.. sMiLes better
late than never and like
Arnold and you
say you can
alWays
come back
and of course
feel free to do so
with never a rush
iN Fredland also
kNown as Boogie
Wonderland..
hmm.. and
i feel like
putting that here
write now.. haha..:)

And as a jumping off point..
that reminds me of hmm.. 2006
before the type two Trigeminal
Neuralgia.. came for me..
to take my emotions
and life away..
first a strange
pain in the
bottom of my feet
a year or so later
to find that it was
an auto immune
issue with Sjogren’s
Syndrome.. something
about the vessels and nerves
of feet.. a pain so bad on the
bottom of my feet that
touching anything was
beyond a cut of knife..
pain is like a universe
of dArkness wITh
humans as
theRe are
so many potential
pains that one has
never experienced before
no different really than there
are so many moves in body
of UniVerse-like potential
associated with an
InFiniTy of emoTions
one can feel groWinG
through the body.. per receptors
iN cells associated with neurohormones..
neurochemicals.. some rarely experienced
like all natural DMT.. likely associated
with the Pineal Gland.. for
advanced.. ascending
masters as it were
and still is.. but
the bottom
line to
get
iN touch with one’s
boDy and miNd in Dance
oF moving integrating
senses and
regulating
emoTioNs
iS a way up.. up
up.. to the metaphorical
ascension of human being
in riSinG bliss.. up up up
and away.. farther free
as human being
heaven.. nirvana
bliss now.. hmm..
yeah.. once
again.. like
Fredland
oF Boogie
Wonderland now..
nicely illustrated
by the Blue Eyed
Penguin above..
so below
inside
outside
around here… now..:)

SMiLes.. gigoid.. i
used to be impressed with
my stellar IQ points
until REAL LIFE
taught me.. that
Standard IQ
is a culturally
derived intelligence
of the last 10 to 12 thousand
years.. and sadly takes human
farther and farther away from the
almost limitless other innate..
instinctual and intuitive
intelligences
that play
by rules
of art over
Standard IQ
science points
in ways of
verbal
and non-verbal
intelligence.. reading
writing and arithmetic..
all devices of human
cultures.. moving..
connecting and
creating
all
arts of
human being..
Standard IQ
develops
creature
comforts..
but sadly sits
humans still
in desks of
hell.. decades
in school and work
and now in a 4 inch
to 5 inch scream
of screen…
Standard IQ..
is a 10 to 12 thousand
year.. human experiment
where the recipients
of the testing
requirements
are the
unwitting
so-called
smart
guinea
pigs..
i’m no longer
smart i feeL
life instead
asSMaRT
kNowing iT..
i no longer
plan.. i do..
i just do it..
and for someone who
feels nature there is no
doubt that moving.. connecting..
creating and sharing hands oN
eYes oN and feelings oN..
iS REAL as WeLL..
as taKinG
no more
than one
gives.. back..
American Indians
faiLed every test
of standard
IQ
other
than
human
intelligence..
and they lived
iN balance as
they knew
no
different..
in ways of
Standard IQ
lies.. i hope
my IQ
points
are lower than
ever.. but sadly
they are not..
so i have
to pray
10 times
more than
average men
or women to
keep
iT
ALL
TOGETHER
ONE.. REGULATED
EMOTIONS.. INTEGRATED
SENSES FLOW iN ZoNE..
WitH GOD oF
NATURE
DANCE
AND
SING
ONE..
What a relief
to know and
FEEL GOD
iS Real
as
Nature
REAL
iN
uS
no lessons
of desks or screams
of screens required..
for Truth
and LiGht
innate
instinctual
allintuitive
COMMON
F iN sense..:)

Yes.. i enjoy copious amounts
of stellar IQ mental masturbation..
Dopamine generator it is.. WInks..
And it gives the wife horrible headaches..
So.. i Just Do iT ALL online with non-suspecting
prey.. And to be clear.. To pray is more and less..
Cognitive behavioral therapy in either dArk or liGht
ways of powerful nocebo and or placebo effect and affect..
Yes.. Science is slowly catching up with Aeons of mystery schools..
For human occult.. i refuse to wait for the rest.. So like the
Goddess of Victory and Shoes says.. Yes.. i just do iT..
Dance and SinG A SonG of Nature As Classical
GAS Now..:)

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A little after midnight
old friend Lala Rukh..
on the 6th.. the day
i’ll visit you
always as
i never
break a promise
from a soul now whole..
alWays God wilLinG
of course but
God sWays
whole
with
uS.. my friend..
hope you’re doing
okay.. great will be
better but i’ll take
okay.. as
enough..
continuing
to grow
at least
for now.. happy
happy.. just
happy
to
say happy
my friend alWays..:)

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SMiLes.. my friend Sherry Blue Sky..
ah.. the only one from dVerse
brave enough to
venture
wheRe
no man
or woman
has gone before..
hehe.. most
anyway..
hehex2..
hope you
are having a
wonderful
weekend
now..
as i find free
and wiLd and giving
giving giving.. the
answer to
the
UniVerse
of me..
wInks..;)

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Torn between the balance
of two lovers..
writing and
dance..
both imagination..
both creativity..
one healthy
one not..
Before i stArted dancing
before i magically got
well and changed
Personality
like Dr.
Jekyll
and
Mr. Hyde
from INTJ
to ENFP
civilized
to wild
and free..
almost
over night..
where even a
licensed therapist
named it as a real
miracle.. yeah..
a Catholic
one too..
her
defined religion
then and now..
but for me an
all natural one
as i see Nature
as God more mysterious
and magical than any book
of fiction.. including the
Bible and Kuran..
anyway.. back
to writing..
before my
dance of life..
i spent 24 hours
in one day on June
5th.. 2013.. about a
month before
spontaneous
recovery..
writing
a ‘Garden
of Bandaid’

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2013/08/18/visiting-the-garden-of-band-aid/

and
before
E-scaping
from the cocoon..
on about July 22nd..
the beginning of the
next day.. my birthday
on the 6th of June..
i then looked down at
my feet and saw them
balLooning.. the habit
of writing..
had become
an addictional
one to
shorten
my life if i did
not start paying more
attention to my body
of imagination
and creativity
along
with
mind of
writing
sAMe..
it took me almost
two years to date
this year.. where
my feet
no longer
swell sitting
down.. and
almost 5000
miles of dance
to get theRe..
words
are pretty
meaningless
compared to
basic
animal
homeostasis..
the humble graiN
oF sAnd stiLL knoWs
more than i.. as iT
kn0ws noThing..
and
feEls
WeLL
iF
not @ALL..
hOlding up
the mountains
no less than
iT
self..
my current challenge
is to write a Novel
by the end of
Mardi Gras
day on
Tuesday..
if it happens
it does.. if not..
so what..
after
all
it’s
just
a
gRain
of sAnd..
after all
is said
and
danced..
my other challenge
iS to dance my usual
literal marathon of
dance walKinG
over 26 miles..
starting
today
Saturday..
at all my
wife’s favorite
stores.. but first
a sand dance
comes with
Sun now..
as
balance
goes on
eternAlly
now.. the
only Heaven
i kNow.. for
now.. NOW..
iN FeeLinG
ah.. the FeeLinG
without that words
are just sHeLLs
of dead
finGers..
a science
project under
hEaVEN
oF
heART..
and nah.. i probably
will only get half a marathon
in.. as Sunday is a visit to
a Southern Baptist
Pastor’s farm..
after Catholic
Church.. and
then there is
the SuperBowl..
i’m all for replacing
Tribal wars with
Tribal wars
of
relatively
benign football
except for concussions
and early onset dementia..
but the half time show.. i gotta
see that.. hopefully live.. as
it is the highlight usuAlly
of
pop
art each
year now..
with so much
deeper meaning
now and symbolism..
that most people now
are not even aware of..
however.. only symbolism..
i’m a realist and a mystic
one and
sAMe..
NOW..:)

SMiLes my friend.. gigoid..
hope ya enjoy the trip
and as the creative
wheels continue
to burn in my
feet and feat
oF mind.. iN
B A L A N C E..
i already wrote
the Novel.. it has
6 chapters so far..
at around 40K
words..
starting
with
‘WrecKinG bAll of Fearless Love’
on January 23rd.. started
writing that chapter
on January 21st.. so
finishing the 6th
chapter on
February
4th makes
for two weeks
for the standard
Novel word count
oF Novel.. hovering
write around the
40K mark..
so ha.. now
it’s just
the final 7th
chapter i’m working
on this weekend and
i think i’ll end it on
the 7th of January
just for good
mEaSure..
putting aLL
the chapters
together in technology’s
ease of cut and paste..
and ha.. now i’ll never
publish a print novel..
impossible with the
way i write with
multi-media..
however..
with a paid
Word Press
site with unlimited
storage.. i could
conceivably
publish a thousand
novels with portions
of my ‘Augmented
Tuxedo
milk’..
cool
metaphor
you designed
to illustrate
that
by the
way..
of 11
million
words
overall..
cut and
pasted
every
which
way..
perhaps
an infinite
number
of Novels
who kNows..
who feels..
i’ll have to
do the
math..
as your
metaphor
of title BRinGs
an ease of answer..
heLL.. why not be crazy
when ya
CAN..
it’s a new
frontier now
after all..
might
as
WeLL
go now
wheRe
no man/woman..
has gone before..
Rod Serling one
human out oF
my favorites..
and i.. my
friend
am
iN
the TwiLiGht
Zone NOW..

QUOTE:

“The instinct of creativity must be followed by the act,
the physical act of putting it down for a sense of permanence.
Once you get that prod, that emotional jar, that “I have witnessed
something.” Or “I have felt something.” Or “I have seen something.”
Or, through observation, “I have been moved by an event.” I think
the answer is, “Get it down. Get it down quickly. Write it down.”

-Rod Serling

And yeah..
i’ll call all of
’em ‘GodsUniVerseNovel’
as multi-UniVerses are
cool..2..3.. etc.. too.
and
i’ll just
sequentially
number ’em
like that
from now on..
GodsUniVerseNovel2
so on etc.. infinitum..
so folks like you
who actuAlly
read something
i wrote.. will
know
it’s just
a cut..
copy.. and
paste.. of the
chapters that
preceded it..
wInks..
BIG
WiNks..
Creativity
mixed with
TechNoloGy..
the art
and
science
of human magic
now.. groWing..
by the moment
oFthe
preSent
oFNow..
the CUTTING and PasTinG
EDGE OF CREATIVITY..
LIKE A RAZOR OF
WHATeVER
now THAT
“DUDE’S”
NamE
iS…
Church.. and hUman Nature..
Politics.. and Football..
sAMe.. Tribal
Nature iS.. NOW..
us.. conservative
vs. Liberal.. masculine
vs. feminine.. Broncos
vs. Panthers.. and
even atheists
vs. theists..
the greaTest
pARt oF Allthatis
isallthatis includes
All of
thiS..
sMiLes..
iT iS what It Is..
but to understand
IT.. can be to master
iT wITh relative free WiLL
in the gift of now..
iN B A L A N C E..
Soccer again..
is my favorite
way to
unify
and divide
humans without
anyone getting
hurt too bad..
but one thing
is for sure.. as long
as human beings are
flesh and blood primates..
the tribal instinct ain’t goin’
anywheRe even iF back
down to
the small
group at base..
it will be a battle
of the sexes from
patriarchy to
egalitarianism
to even
matriarchy..
the balance of
Nature sways back
and forth as the Pendulum
of realiTy wiLL have destiny’s
fate alWays
now..
riding the
wave oF
IT iS
alWays moving
connecting and
C R E A T i N G..
the flavor of now..
So.. sure.. go team..
Love for me iN
LiGht at lEast..
but sure.. i’M
human too..
and sure..
sometimes
conservatives
irk me.. as i am
so unlike ’em..
so at least
i understand
why.. shrug
and move
on.. now..
as it is well
beyond my pay grade
to change either hUman
Nature or Mother Nature…
adapt yes.. but change
basic human
nature.. now..
nah.. yes.. I E P..
that’s a continuing
work of Art oN the
individual level
always
now..
iN Education
P L A N Ning..
with the tools
of culture at
backhand
too.. now
serving
the ball
nicely
when
racquet
and ball
become ONE..
balance oF TeNnis..
Anyway.. i got my
full marathon of dance
iN this weekend at around
26 miles.. and although the
first 40K plus 7K or so
words of the Novel..
are complete..
the 7th
Chapter
sTill coming..
and looks like
the finished product.. now…
yes.. for ‘GodsUniVerseNovel2’..
iS closer to Mardi Gras day..
on 2092016 for now..
but anyway.. my
health says
thanks
for all the
dance walking
memories from
this weekend.. it’s
frigging amazing getting
to do that in Footloose
Town.. now.. don’t
get me wrong..
not as
bad as
Westboro
church.. in
ignorant
ways of
being.. but still
almost beyond belief,,
as just several years ago..
the local radio station.. and
local Preacher were calling
homosexuals demon possessed..
and the Manager of the station
suggesting that welfare moms
who are single.. should
be sterilized after
the first
child
if they
don’t
get off
the government
‘dole’.. then they
turn around
and talk
about
HOW F
iN great
Christians
they are.. and the
preacher dude.. has
an intro.. on his radio show…
saying he has a direct line to
God.. sure the DeVil talks too..
sMiles.. Life
iS fun iN liGht
i’d rather be
Lucifer
than a
real fiery
dEvil preacher
and his radio
leader..
now..
he
HE..;)

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One of my favorite Earth Store Associates..
and Facebook friend.. Ashton.. iN one of
my favorite places in the mall to do
the slow version of my dance walking..
kinda like a Bull set loose in
a China Cabinet.. all
dainty and stuff..
wInk emoticon

Seriously.. Batman..
why so Serious.. when
ya CANbe tWirLinG
a’round happy
like me!..
wink emoticon

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On a cold night soul…
Walking at 3am..
Shades..
tattered
jacket..
Darkest
Woods.. creatures
call out to me.. Moon
says keep stepping..
Streetlights as
briGht as
Sun..
keep stepping..
LiGht Soul comes
out within.. keep stepping
beat changing.. step backwards
step sideways.. step around
step spinning move hands..
move up and down
and all around
spin..
spin..
spin..
spiraling
everywhere
allplacesnow..
the sacred
dance
of
my Sioux
and Cherokee
ancestors indigenous
ROCKING TO THE BEAT
OF MOONLIGHT IN HeARt
of me.. singing faster softer
sweeter harder ROCKING
YES.. KEEP ON ROCKING
DISTANT SOUND OF
GOD iN the
background
of my Eyes..
God’s skeYes
live
again
iN Stars
of my
eYes..
still alone
SoUl Rising
SpiRit dancing
tongue sinGinG
Ancestral refRain..
God says connect.. now
move.. connect.. travel
dancing shows more than
moving connecting more
moves creating no limits
no expectations step
more.. connect now
more create more
travel more
feel more
see more
mind
ful
LY
aware MORE now
touch others more
with steps and eYes
and tongue of Love..
SinG.. Dance
steps
of words now
to write.. write
write.. dance dance
more more heroes
eYes give
more
than
take
live
briGht
EnliGhtening
Awakening more now
Dance.. Sing.. Create
record it all die young
in SpiRit rise now..
Live
Life
ALIVE!..
Hero spiRit
LIVES NOW!..
Artistry of God’s
eYes live iN uS.. now
as wE move.. connect
with other humans
and all
Nature
God one
and sAMe..
creating anew
UniVerse expanding now..
greater beyond the boundaries
of culture passing and new
now..a Revolution of art..
means expanding HeARts..
SpiRits rising..
ascending hiGher
Peace greater now
miNds and BoDys
BalanCinG now
as soUl grows
alWays LovinG
Life more..
colors now..
deeper briGhter
sounds richer..
F E E L I N G
eYes deeper
human
LOVES
ALL
GOD
EXISTS
GREATER iN
Force of human
SKeYes oF Love NOW..
Super Bowl halftime
ritual.. no different
ancestral refRain louder
roar of crowd global
now.. natural
selection of
SpiRits come
togetHer great
spiRits on stage..
heARt beat moves
louder.. crowd
sinGs in mirror
neuron refrain..
beat of eARth
comes louder
wiTh
human
Love
no longer now
limits by frowns
of restrictions move
sing higher.. beat now
higher.. richer.. deeper
harder.. softer.. alive..
move… create more
briGhter liGhter
rays of Love
spread
out from
Center point..
no different than
origin of beginning
and ending all of
now always
living
now..
SinG
beat
dance
Earth feels
refRain of human
SonG UniVerse
breathes
a sigh
of
relief..
Humans groWinG
stronger togeTher
holding hands
a’round
ill
globe..
mending
band-aids
of Love
glue
of Love
greater than
any division
of fear
and hate
Rock on
Love on
spend heARts
togetheR one..
globe comes
together
Unity
n0w oF
Planetary
SoUL.. now
REvolution
Orange comes
as Hive
oF Humans
live living
NOW aGaiN greater
than ever before now
dance and sing hero liGhts..:)

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Facebook Friend..
Rafiah says..

Grilled bbq fish is
the best fish ever..

i say..

Grill it all..
smile emoticon!

Rafiah says..

Eat it all…
smile emoticon!

i say..

If i get my wish..
one day all of
us will BBQ in
flesh and blood
life together
my friend..
and
perhaps
it will be in
heaven now..
smile
emoticon
Wish=Prayer..
at least for me..
smile emoticon

Rafiah says..

You cook. I eat.
wink emoticon

i say..

Ha!.. Katrina
cooks.. we eat..wink emoticon
Seriously… i haven’t cooked
in 26 years.. washed clothes..
or even washed dishes..
#luckyhusband
..wink emoticon

Rafiah says..

nooo. You are such a brat.
That day, we, Kat and I, will
make you do all the labour
while we sit back and relax.
tongue emoticon wink emoticon

i say..

Okay.. sMiLes.. then you
will be the taskmaster..
wink emoticon
Hmm.. yeah..
i probably
could do
it for one day..
smile emoticon
when we visit..
smile emoticon

Rafiah says..

We’ll set you right.
tongue emoticon

i say..

Yes.. that’s
what task
masters
do..wink
emoticon

Rafiah shares
a beautiful
rendition
of Surah
70 from
the Kuran..

i say..

SMiLes.. Surah Ali-Ma’arj.. 70..
is one of my favorites from the Kuran
except for the words in my copy of the Kuran..
per this specific Surah.. that are not told
in the translation in English you provide here..
while i agree that both heaven and hell are at hand
and have been to both places.. hell a place
where every second is a thousand years..
and all there is.. is time.. and yes..
the skin is gone as this fire is
worse than any manmade flame of fire..
as there is no feeling at all and yes..
one will wish the entire of existence
of everyone and everything away.. to escape..
as there is no will to even die to escape..

And yes.. the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand..
a place where there is no time.. and eternal
heaven now.. a place where all is internal bliss..
inside.. outside.. above.. so below.. and ALL
around and material goods that are manmade
extensions of human tools have zero value
above God’s Nature.. before human created
tools and became the tools as human
becomes more machine and tools
than human now.. where those
Terminator and Matrix movies..
ring as true too.. for the
fire of real human hell
now away from heaven..

But sadly.. my copy of
the Kuran gives the male of the
species permission to hold women as slaves..
and demand sex of these women.. willing.. or not..
so that is where my copy of the Kuran.. and
Muhammad fails IF he actually said these things..
but even his closest male companion disagreed
with the ending printed version of the Kuran
and was persecuted for that.. so questions
remain my friend.. truly no different than
the bible.. Christians read that also
permits sex with willing and unwilling
slave girls as rape.. in the Old
Testament part of that..
including supporting
the slavery of
human beings
as women…

Any part of
any words away from
the God of Nature are evil
and come from a devil.. as
metaphor.. same as in the U.S.
where so-called Christians will
say that homosexuals are demon
possessed.. who Science proves
now are a Natural Part of
the balance of Nature
when overpopulation
pressures come..
and part of the medicine
for aggression.. violence..
and warring ways.. for even
our closest primate cousin the
Bonobo in the wild without any
written and recorded culture at all..

And these same so-called modern Christians
will call for the sterilization of women..
who continue to have children on welfare..
and will call for the poor to pay their
own way in life.. instead of helping
them out as fair laws will dictate
for a social net in society that
works for the less fortuned ones
among us.. who are often truly
closer to heaven.. than the rich
who live in the hell of human extended
tools of materialism that becomes us..
instead of God’s Nature.. innately..
instinctually.. and intuitively
in us.. as us now…

But anyway.. again..
my copy of the Kuran is
in English and as in all
poetry and translations of
different languages.. the
meanings can vary greatly
depending on a person’s innate
and environmentally influenced
ways of being.. in both translating
language and interpreting metaphors
of other human beings.. Muhammad
obviously experienced pArt
of Hell and pArt of heaven..

Otherwise these metaphors in
just literal words could not
be brought to him.. through the
deeper spiritual part of human emotional
being.. as one cannot see this place.. just
in literal words.. as there are no literal
words to describe many potential
experiences of the inner
Universe of Human Being..

a place of small exploration in
terms of science that has no tool to
measure the non-repeatable experiment of
each Unique Human Being internal experience as UniVerse..
as this pArt of human experience is mostly Art of
Emotions or lack of Emotions that either free
uS iN Heaven Here on Earth by continually
practicing a prayer of positivity..
or take us to Hell on Earth by
ignoring our innate God Given
Human Nature and taKing the
word of human and all of human
tools to be the truth and liGht
away from our God given Human
Natures gifted by the God of Nature..

Science is the scribe of God..
but humans are the Art
of God alWays
now among
all of
God’s
creation
as equal
partners holding
hands when free
my friend Rafiah..:)

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sreeja harikrishnan..
February 6, 2016 at 1:23 AM says..
Delightful pics and enjoyed reading…
a different perspective of things around us….

Kate MiaFebruary 7, 2016 at 6:29 PM
Hi sreeja.. thanks so much for stopping
by on this streamlined version
of my Word Press Blog..
on this blogger blog..

http://katiemiafrederick.blogspot.com

hope you are having a
wonderful weekend
friend..:)

And this is
the ending of
‘GodsUniVerseNovel2’..
to come after the seventh
Chapter ‘here’ titled..
‘Super Bowl of Love’..
yeah.. just popped
iNto my mind..
it’ll work.. now..
moving here now
to my first free
verse poeTry
expression..
from latest
February 2013
to earliest March
of 2013.. third
month of the
thirteenth
year.. 2013..
iT iS pArt of aLL
my blogs..
and sacred
to me.. now..
yes.. just now..
between me aLL
and God.. now..
as this entire
blog and all
i’ve written
oN the Internet..
aLL 11 million words..
between my blogs now
and the Wrong Planet
website.. are the ‘SonG
oF mY SoUl’.. both
iN Science
and Art..
as iT iS
the balance
that counts most
iN liFe as aLways..
and balance iS aLL
about what
this first
manifesto
of miNd..
talks
too..:)

i think i was born as
a kind of Classical Pantheist..
as i saw patterns and connections
in things that were more of my thinking
process, along with the tactile sensory world..
than what I think most people may experience
as an internal dialogue of thought…
i still have a vivid memory of
connection to everything in
the world.. as if i had been
here forever.. before i was
able to speak that i cannot
fully put into words.. from
about age 3 looking out
into the distance over
the river i grew up next to..
But i think in some ways i knew more
about my existence then than i do now..
as i could not separate myself from what
seemed like a very old home of nature…
i am glad i had the opportunity to roam
desolate pristine beaches as a teenager
and young adult.. without any fear..
and feeling one in being with the
waves.. white sand..
emerald green
gulf.. sea oats
and sea gulls..
with no dramas
in my head…
But even my ancestors
could not experience that with
not being sure where their next meal
was going to come from… Not likely that
many creatures in the Universe could
experience a little slice
of nirvana like that…
i can remember
getting back into
my car and being
jolted back into the
reality of all that is the
complexity of modern culture..
which at that point in time was so..
so limited as compared to today..
i was never quite the same after
home computers come along..
as i drifted further and
further from a
home of nature..
The people i dealt with
in the public at that time..
in what was a “Cheers” like environment..
was also a slice of nirvana… Cigarette filled..
but the emotional contagion of a hundred human
beings that are happy that i had the privilege to serve
and make even happier.. equaled the nirvana of the
walks on the sun-filled beaches..
i loved my exquisite
sensory experience of life…
It was worth not being able to
touch man made texture without
goose bumps and an incredible feeling of discomfort.
When i see Landon Bryce’s book “I Love My Own Autistic
Self”.. the little guy on the front is how i usually felt inside
that people could only see in the gleam of my eyes…
People often told me they wished they had what it was
i had.. or wanted some of the drugs i was taking.. but
i had no idea what they were talking about
because there was nothing i wanted
but to exist.. for so many years…
It was a powerful feeling that
no one’s negativity could take
away from me.. not even when
the rest of the world told me i
was not one of their kind…
Sorry.. that was quite a tangent..
but it is kind of therapeutic for me..
i hope you don’t mind…
My point i started off
with was religion and
Classical Pantheism..
which is all of nature
and science for me..
the cultural complexity
of what has come from human
collective intelligence.. including
all the strange oddities.. even the strangest
of religious cults and beliefs.. But most of all
the reality of that beach those waves.. and those
grains of sand.. that do not exist without me…
A gift.. a wonderful gift that was provided by
my father and mother.. and their ancestors
where there could be no break in the chain
of events of human struggle that all my
ancestors experienced to survive and reproduce..
and their rodent ancestors about 75 million years ago..
and all the other ancestors not identified and material
substances that came together to make that possible..
from the origin of what is.. whatever is.. is..
That one point that i can only abstractly
define because of the human collective
intelligence that provides the map
to what can be described.. as one
point that we all share that can
never be disconnected.. as long as we exist…
Wow.. i just realized that sounds kind
of like the intro to the “Big Bang
Theory” TV show…
And relatively speaking
the knowledge that i gained
that this is one sliver of conscious
existence and what really is a little slice
of heaven for some that do exist..
considering just the benefit of
a warm soft bed.. a hot shower..
and things now considered so mundane
that took billions of years to come into
existence that were not here a little
over a century ago.. Like toilet paper…
But i could never experience that connection
of what is.. any stronger than when i was three..
i have everything and everyone before me to
thank for that experience.. Including collective
intelligence and the understanding of that
one point that still exists in all of us
and everything else…
i never met a stranger..
not even a grain of sand on the beach…
But i did not feel a category.. a religion.. a race
or even a gender for myself.. which at least for me
enhanced the ability to find a friend in that grain of sand…
i suppose it is the immune system issues and chronic pain
that has taken some of that gleam out of my eyes.. but it still
exists in the eyes in what i perceive of the anthropomorphic
expression of the cat in my face book photo..
Who at 18 years old is likely closer to the
wisdom of that three-year-old child that
only exists in my memory and pictures…
i sense that type of wisdom requires
no human intelligence at all
beyond the core that is shared…
i think it can be lost so much easier
in a human into a little sliver of hell
somewhere outside that balance of heaven..
Particularly in lives where instant gratification
has become the norm…
i am at the service of
my fully inside cat..
but he has never
had that gleam in
his eyes.. or the
same struggles to survive…
The yellow cat in my Google plus
avatar on the “Autistic Hoya” website..
was a feral cat that only knew struggles
in his several years of life behind our house in the woods..
He became my emotions after chronic pain had removed them from
my existence… He gained a gleam in his eyes of gratitude to have
a balance in his life when we allowed him
a place to gain predictable subsistence.
An identical yellow cat that likely is his offspring..
younger and stronger appears intermittently out
of the woods and started to injure our now neutered
cat.. racking up $200 dollar vet bills..
every other week so the once
feral cat has now been forced
to become a fully inside cat…
i am watching him slowly
lose that gleam in his eyes..
with the call of the wild slowly
drifting away.. along with all the
likely incredible sensory experiences
that come with an outdoor world that
the other cat that never gets injured in fights
at age 18.. can still fully experience…
As i sit outside toward the back of
my yard.. in the afternoon sun.. he is
pacing back and forth politely..
still with a humility of respect
for a place of subsistence that
keeps him from tearing the screen of the patio.
Perhaps if he could speak and let me know in words..
what i was taking away from him.. i would listen..
But i cannot bear the thought of additional bloody
wounds on his face… But still i remember what it
means to have that connection and balance…
When i watch him pace back and forth..
it is one of the few things in life
that will bring a tear to my eye
that reminds me that i too am still connected..
Other than that.. it could be just a word like Synesthesia..
that seems to trigger something in my brain letting the brakes
off the logic to move into figurative space..
At least for me.. even one word
can be a gift that leads me
to a place in words that i don’t often visit…

KATiE MiA
Kind Autistics Taking In Everything
Mindful in Awareness
Autistic Love
And the Science of Kindology
An Ideological First Identity

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4 Responses to Super BOwL oF Love

  1. SOHEIR says:

    Good evening Fred
    Good evening Florida
    I hope that you’re having a great day!
    These flowers are for you and your beautiful family !
    Smiles:-)

    • Well.. after midnight..
      for you.. friend Soheir..
      iN Egypt.. and yes.. now
      Sunny still FloWeRinG
      days here in
      the State
      of Flowers
      long for
      Florida..
      And.. also.. a few
      miles down the road
      the City of Pensacola
      the oldest now assessed
      City in the U.S.. by ways of
      Spanish Explorers and the
      Panzacola (hair people)
      Indians who once
      are our
      native
      Indians
      of longer
      settlement
      before the Spanish..
      Oh.. and Egypt.. in the
      cradle of civilization..
      majestic Pyramids
      built to the
      Golden
      Spiraling
      Standard of
      PHI in Nature
      in mean of 1.618..
      reflecting mathematical
      ratios of Nature in both
      Golden Pyramids..
      and beautiful 5
      petaled white
      flowers
      with
      Center
      Sun as color
      to accentuate form
      of Flower in that
      greenery of flower
      you provide as gift
      here for my
      family.. thanks..
      i Love aLL Flowers
      human or not..
      sMiLes
      again..
      Friend Soheir
      and have A sweet
      night’s sleep.. for now..:)

  2. gigoid says:

    Well.

    Amazing, my friend; but, then, you do that.

    😉

    It’s all “humanely insane.”, a two-worder I like a lot. Truly poetic, if only because it could be said to describe the entire post, by those who don’t get poetry….

    Oops… Had to pause, & use the Time Lord powers; Leelu demanded a twenty-minute period of my imitating a tree for her to sleep on… cradled on her back, naturally…. Then, I had to spend five minutes cracking every joint in my hands and back, before I could lean forward to type again… but, the Tardis comes through again…..

    Glad you enjoyed Tuxedo milk…Us bozos do silly rather well, you know. Actually, I liked it myself when it floated up from wherever it came from, for it is a true non-sequitur. If one’s mind doesn’t come to a complete stop, & go, “a tuxedo what?”, or, other incarnation of confusion, it’s beyond help of hilarity. It also has nothing at all to do with any of the following material, making it an ideal Pearl title…

    Okay, Leelu says I’m done… See ya, cuties… loved the wedding photos…

    Love

    gigoid

    • Hi gigoid.. nice to
      see you here as well..
      on this last chapter of
      my newest Novel..
      to be titled soon..
      ‘GodsUniVerseNovel2’..
      all over 51K words..
      a zillion photos
      and videos too..
      likely coming now..
      in the morning..
      as i am just
      about
      ready
      to faLL
      asleep now..
      from lack of sleep
      last night.. which
      is great as i’ve done
      long..long stretches
      with difficulty
      gaining any
      sleep at aLL..
      Love as WeLL..
      and see ya later..
      like clockwork
      orange
      work..
      iN yes..
      rEvolution
      O R A N G e..:)

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