17 Responses to Fried Forgiving Turkeys

1. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 21, 2016 at 2:17 PM

   12 Million Thanks Giving words
   since Thanks Giving day of
   6 years old since
   web birth in
   2010..
   less
   and
   surely
   more of all
   the places those
   words still exisT oN line..
   and other places too.. in memory
   of deleted and banned too.. hehE..
   anyWay.. for sure.. what is approaching still
   4 Million over 3.3 million words on 7 blogs now
   and 8,006 posts still on the Wrong Planet website
   that equal likely over 8 million words too.. as yes.. words
   do go on.. sung in Thanks giving of alive first to survive in
   the midst of the first 33 months of shut-in hell on Thanks Giving
   day of 2010.. to the end of that 66 month hell on or about July 22nd of
   2013 and now moving on in thrive through Thanks Giving of 2016.. with 100K
   photos or so.. including illustrations of public dance approaching 6500 miles since
   September of 2013 arrive now still fully alive in documentary record as auto-biographer
   rover
   will
   still
   dance
   and sing
   online iSREaL..
   so sure.. a 723rd celebratory
   Macro-Verse of this and more to come..;)

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2. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 21, 2016 at 4:52 PM

   And yes.. as habit will have it..
   the very first thing i wrote
   online on Thanks
   Giving night
   of 2010
   started with a list..
   a grocery list of what
   overwhelmed the hell out of
   me in sensory way.. as i was totally
   burn out with flight and fight stress then
   where it took me close to 33 months to
   even get at this point online to stand the pain
   of computer screen turned all the way down to write
   the first word of ‘Radio’ here.. yes.. the Wrong Planet
   i arrived where the clock was set ahead for the next day
   after Thanks Giving day.. no avatar for me until Christmas Day
   of 2010.. when/wHeRe some how i mustered the productivity to scan a baby
   photo of myself all blue eyed blond haired and smiling with the natural affect
   of love and joy.. a place of heaven as child that i vowed to go to again.. and surely
   it took me close to another 33 months to get to that place where even a memory of
   a smile or laugh came again life Isreal at the end of July of 2013.. Modern culture almost
   killed this Canary in a Coal mine in all the multi-tasking mechanical and social cognition
   ways at hand back in the day when computers were speedily replacing human beings
   with even more multi-tasking duties.. 2 years of fight or flight stress to be more precise
   and 2006.. even two years before 2008.. the Winter of the start of my discontent..
   where suddenly colors on the TV screen hurt my eyes.. and black and white
   was a solution to that point.. and soon even black and white became
   intolerable pain.. no doctor to this point has been able to fully
   explain that.. but a transformation of pain in cocoon would
   eventually become
   a butterfly
   of existence
   in bliss as well..
   some folks call it a
   nervous break down..
   in literal all bodily system
   way.. hard for Doctors to measure
   it.. yet.. others call it a phenomenon named
   as Kundalini rising.. where certain detours
   arrive in hell before heaven comes clean..
   well.. since science cannot explain it.. it surely
   says something for a God that is more mystical than
   you Horatio may have found yet to this point.. as surely
   i’ve gone to places now in human potential that i had no idea
   existed then.. i did not speak until age 4.. i had trouble speaking
   all my life both in writing and verbally in coherent manner that other
   folks would be remotely interested in hearing at length.. i was uncoordinated
   and people often asked if i was a dizzy fly as such.. had to watch the wife walk
   beside me in stores to feel any comfort of gait.. and then came the miracle.. the
   Kundalini Rising.. bi-polar rise or whatever way science describes the Dr Jekyll
   to good cop Hyde Clark Kent change.. yeah.. literally in personality way from INTJ
   to ENFP in a matter of weeks in the Summer of 2013.. along with the difference from
   not being able to go into a Whatabuger for even 15 minutes to soon arriving at public
   dance solo in front of hundreds and ultimately being named by some audience members
   after doing that for a year or so as a legend of dance in the metro area.. increasing leg
   strength during that same period of time all the way from a Quarter of a ton to half a ton
   now.. at 33 reps.. of what used to be 8 or so at half that weight from the time i was 21 until
   the 54 years of age double the strength epigenetic change in human potential more.. this is
   a witness of human potential and the higher power of God the same.. i document it for evidence..
   and no it is not beyond the realm of human reality.. bottom line it is a real isreal miracle for others
   to see and aspire higher too as well.. as anyone who has gone high enough will only wish others
   go much
   higher
   as they
   become
   a team member
   of the human race
   wanting the best oF all
   to rise as nows go by..
   anyWay.. this was/is the first
   short and sweet and succinct thingie i wrote..
   having no idea if i could make it through the mountain
   of pain with each word i typed then with the crucifixion
   worse pain of type two trigeminal neuralgia that had come
   to close to 33 months here to tolerate the screen lit at lowest
   dull light.. a dentist drill like pain without novocaine in right eye
   and ear.. still no sound tolerable for years to come.. not even a speaker
   hooked up to computer as any sound just made all of life.. worse then..
   bottom line and lesson for the moral of this story.. don’t give up.. ’cause
   yeS even at the lowest levels of pain and numbness of existence in life
   now a phoenix can rise from ashes and cocoon in butterfly way float too..
   as never ever imagined sTiLL in lucid waKinG dreAMs of FruiTioN then isReaL..:)

   http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=144300

   Radios, Black & White TV, Color TV, Cable TV, VCR’s, Satelitte TV, Surround Sound, Heavy Metal, Computers, Cell Phones, Pornography, MP3 players, I Pads, I Phones, 24 Hour News Cycle, High definition TV etc.

   The evolution of technology bombards the human senses, and we become addicted to the adrenaline not realizing the effect on the health of ourselves or our children.

   Constant bad or good stimulation eventually will wear any living thing down and/or change the way it thinks and behaves. Especially, if you are experiencing it with no physical movement to burn off the adrenaline.

   I think many of the people born 40 or 50 years ago that are now diagnosed with aspergers might have symptoms of low functioning autism if they were born today.

   I couldn’t complete sentences until I was four years old, but managed to cope with the demands of life with high functioning autism and adhd. I can’t imagine being born today and having a chance of a successful independent life.

   I think we are the canaries in the coal mine.

   And now for an idea of the scope
   of what it is in tangible form to write
   12 million words it is the equivalent
   of more than 14 bibles and 140 Koran’s
   as some folks have a good idea of how long
   just one of those books are.. completed in 6 years
   time.. with sure more to come.. along with the close
   to 6500 miles of dance now in 39 months or so too..:)

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3. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 21, 2016 at 5:11 PM

   Okay that was the first post i wrote on the Wrong Planet website..
   this is my last post.. and the last visit a Jonathan Livingston Seagull
   made to
   say good
   bye and
   good luck again..
   post number 8006..
   mostly in standardized
   Queen Victoria English style..
   to appease the moderators of course
   in not threatening to delete me and ban
   me for visiting once again.. for the last time on
   August 12, 2016.. sure.. in usual epic style now.. hehe..;)

   http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=326841&p=7253606&sid=c49025f509d34adb35b05cff8c9870f1#p7253606

   I’m not normal. I refuse to be normal. Not being normal is awesome; in fact, some folks with open minds see it as Super Epic. I have great respect for Alex for developing this site as it helped me to develop my writing talents that I never developed in any creative way in either school or work; just on a couple of occasions where for some reason I broke free in middle school for a Christmas story contest and Philosophy class in college.

   In short, i reached deep down and expressed emotions in words that was very difficult for me to do other than short factual statements all about non-fiction, of course.

   Anyway, I don’t post here anymore, because it is very difficult for me to conform to the form of what folks name as the way the English Language is written in straight lines all the way across the page.

   In my opinion, it should be expressed naturally like sound waves, or perhaps more poetically put like the waves of the Beach and what is left when the essence of the Ocean become the shorelines of that essence as waves and never ever straight lines.

   I am a curvy person now; I do not move by sidewalks in steps or lines of pages by words. But, Smiles, most of the rest of the world sees lines and sidewalks, and moves accordingly the straight and narrow path of what is designed by the architects of sidewalks and pages. I am much more now like the Matrix oracle and Neo2 and architect3.

   Anyway, to make a ‘normal’ paragraph break. I refuse to be normal, because i can. I am re-tired with rubber now on what once was hard and metal wheels, and am Financially Independent and without that millstone of Having To Conform, and by the way I would fully capitalize those three words for emphasis but the straight line and sidewalk folks of the world, of course, would see that as yelling, instead of simple emotional emphasis as that is the what normal expects; and sure, I understand that as i used to conform to normal to survive in society.

   There are two types of intelligences assessed in science. One, is fluid intelligence; and the other is crystalized intelligence. I just so happen to have a great deal of both, as empirically assessed, now. What that this means is I know the facts and I can revert back to normal writing, if I apply the rule of sidewalks and lines of conformity in crystalized intelligence.

   According to research by Michelle Dawson, non-verbal Autistic folks with a verbal delay in childhood, like me, who had this difficulty until age four, often compensate with fluid intelligence as neuroplasticity and epigenetics will humanly and naturally do to adapt to challenge of environmental struggle and change. And later in life they actually exceed so-called ‘normal’ ‘neurotypical’ folks in measures of fluid intelligence.

   And interestingly, these once non-verbal so-called Non-Verbal Autistic folks, also have been shown in Dawson’s small studies as exceeding so-called folks with the diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome, in measures of fluid intelligence. They still lag behind, though, in crystalized intelligence as measured in standard IQ test way. The Raven Matrices measure of fluid intelligence provided the measure needed to illustrate this ‘Autistic Advanatage’, per the non-verbal folks with language delay of spoken speech.

   In reference to one of the comments in ‘this’ discussion, where an individual stated that their classmates sort of stagnated after high school, per Michelle Dawson’s research, this makes a little common sense, as use it or lose it applies to all stuff human being.

   Go to school and learn facts and get a job and do the same thing over and over and sit in the same basic way of sitting down all day; and physical, sensory, emotional, fluid, and crystallized intelligences stagnate from not doing very many things different anymore, than at least school demands in the way of learning so-called new facts, from before that increase crystalized intelligence in memory way.

   And yes, of course, it is more complicated than that but I’ll try to keep this somewhat short in what my potential is of writing close to a Novel in one sitting, as I continue to increase both types of intelligence by simply using it, gaining it, and never losing it, to this point at least, in my life.

   Interestingly, when Hans Asperger’s case study patients were followed up on later in life; most had found niches they were good at and were doing quite awesome, in fact; credit fluid intelligence of course, in adaptation to challenge of struggle in the environment, and change.

   Now, then, the thing about the original assessment of what Hans named as Autistic Psychopathy; verbal delays like mine until age four were included in that assessment. The APA was as they say, stuck in the world of crystalized intelligence and wanted to make the diagnosis as ‘normal’ people do, by the Crystalized Intelligence book of before. So, they made basically a watered down version of what they already named as Autism, by simply reducing the number of diagnosing elements to ‘Autism Lite’, also known as Asperger’s Syndrome, back in the 1994, DSM IV addition of that diagnosis.

   Now, the DSM 5 has come up with a behaviorally determined cover-all diagnosis to make life even easier for them to label it as just one thing. This is what normal people do. They come up with labels and pills to make life easier for them to solve problems.

   Problem is; this approach is symptom based rather than root of condition based. And of course that root in the case of Autism is in the whole of the human being in all types of intelligence; including sensory, physical and emotional intelligences that Standard IQ does not assess at all. And if you’ve ever met a psychiatrist; most lack high degrees of emotional and physical intelligences as they are medical doctors and they have been studying facts in the way of crystalized intelligence for literally decades sitting at a desk and now even worse, attached to a computer all day; even in the office with the patients at-hand attempting to do mechanical cognition and social cognition at the same time, which even science shows now, is not what human beings are evolved to do efficiently without the potential for great stress and reducing the proficiency of both types of cognition now, when each is not focused on separately. And of course that is common sense, but no, common sense is not always the way of the crystalized intelligence of what comes before in book way. By the way, wow that was a really long paragraph and sentence; it could be so much easier to read without these long, long lines.

   I am diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome by three diagnosing professionals, still. I have the paperwork to prove it. My sister is also diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. More than likely my father and grandfather had the same condition but of course, the diagnosis was no where to be seen in most of their lifetimes. My father did law enforcement and never rose above the ‘degree’ of Deputy Sheriff as he lacked the social skills to supervise. My Grand father was an X-Catholic Priest and a noted Author of last Century who even dined with Einstein in the socialist party circles in New, New York in the intellectual circles of that place then. By the way I am very wordy and can be very precise and detailed too, if I choose to express that type of intelligence with relative human free will.

   Initially, my doctor diagnosed me with PDD NOS, because of the language delay in childhood; but after further assessment changed me to the Asperger’s syndrome diagnosis, per the original Hans Asperger’s diagnosis of the condition that includes a potential language delay in childhood that is often associated with Hyperlexia, in which I was a very precocious reader with difficulties in reading comprehension that fits that mold too.

   I have extreme tactile sensitivity, which means I cannot touch anything manmade without extreme discomfort. I spent most of my life in man-made environments with hands closed and rarely open, to avoid touching man-made stuff with my finger tips.

   This Wrong Planet Internet site, helped me immensely to express myself in writing. I thank Alex Plank, very much for the opportunity to write on this site, as by the time I was able to accommodate 19 medical disorders, enough to write on a computer, about two inches from the screen in extreme pain, with most of the disorders, likely a result of Autistic Burnout after conforming to what society expected of me in over 30 years of work; yes, this site probably literally helped to save my life, as I was suicidal for the two years before that. I had Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia, the worst pain known to humankind, like a Dentist Drill in my right eye and ear without novocaine, for a total of 66 months, from wake to sleep; including 33 months with a lot of that time spent here writing as no drug would touch that pain, and writing helped me a little to remove it from my focus.

   It took me 66 months to recover from two years of fight or flight stress that basically almost killed me, as science shows now the stress hormones will break down one’s body from head to toe, which did happen in my case. Doctors have no idea what causes Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia, but in my case it certainly may have been associated with the break down of myelin sheaths as i was in pain in every cell of my body from head to toe, too. I was also assessed with Fibromyalgia, Sjogren’s Syndrome, Dysautonomia, and Severe Degenerative Arthritis in my spine, etc., but the worst part was losing my emotions as without emotions there is no glue for cognitive executive functioning.

   What I found in my personal research in the road to having an incredibly awesome and epic life now as assessed by some third party interests, is increasing my physical, emotional, and sensory intelligence through free style dance and free verse poetry to connect language with emotion and to regulate emotions and integrate senses through the art of movement (dance/martial arts) as all emotions and senses flow through the human body, and moving naturally regulates emotions and integrate senses when one moves innately, instinctually and intuitively without lessons on how to move.

   Anyway, I am comfortable in my own skin now, in ways of getting around the world with advanced proprioception and in emotionally regulating my feelings in the human environment and integrating senses, which means I am centered and no longer lost in an environment, ‘out there’. Yes, I have great self-awareness now, where I was incredibly deficient in this human skill before that seems to come naturally for most everyone else.

   Here’s the thing though, with use it or lose it; I received all my gold stars in school, through my Hyperlexic ‘super power’ of reading very fast and memorizing rote facts that I spit back like a computer on multiple choice tests. The teachers loved it, as they never had to help me do anything in the way of learning or tests. Problem was that had little to nothing to do with the real life of work that I would encounter after earning three degrees in college, So, in a way, this incredible strength was my incredible weakness, as I failed to work very very hard on the types of physical, emotional, and sensory intelligences that would make life so much easier than the incredible hard it was that almost literally killed me by age 47.

   I survived. I adapted to struggle and changed. I continue to rise now and thrive.

   There is even a song for that I will share below. I am so sorry that I did not continue that line above to the side of this page, as I must conform here to come back to even say all of this. But here’s the other thing, my so-called professionally labeled Autism is Super F iN epic and it has made me one of the most epic individuals to ever dance and write on this earth, and I prove that by writing the longest long form poem in the history of humankind, now approaching 4 million words; and sure I literally prove it with my signature link below, as it is way too long to ever ever publish in print.

   In fact, Microsoft word says it would take over 30,000 paper pages to print what I name as the ‘SonG oF mY SoUL’. And i also have fully documented almost 6,000 miles of dance in tens of thousands of photos in that same Super Epic personal bible of mine in autobiographic fashion too that includes close to 1000 selfies of gorgeous college age girls smiling ear to ear with me at the dance hall I have danced now for 122 weeks named Old Seville Quarter in Pensacola Florida. Funny, the girls never liked me in school, much. And now totally beautiful college age girls I do not even know attempt to kiss me, or at least that’s what it looks like at the dance hall with their friends, as recent as last night. And I can even prove it here, with my signature link in my most recent blog post with the photo, as the photo is too big to fit the formatting here, in case one wonders, if i am telling the truth.

   I make zero dollars by doing this. I have danced walked a free verse style of martial arts and ballet everywhere i go now for almost 6 thousand miles after I recovered from the disabling portions of those 19 disorders that without question I suffered with, like A Biblical ‘Job’ for 66 months, as a shut-in in my home. Yes, Autistic Burnout hurts, very bad, as I can certainly attest to.

   So what does this have to do with the topic at hand. Autism cannot be assessed by behavior alone, as far as what makes it the most difficult of all to deal with in the inner Universe of the human being. No one could see the stress I was under when I was in those two years of flight or fight stress at work, as i conformed, as I truly believed I would never ever get another job because people most always thought and expressed I was weird. I wore a mask of Okay when I was literally slowly dying inside. It really hurt, so bad.

   No one could see that hell, but me. I looked normal enough on the outside, and still do now. I am different. I am even too different to post here the way I normally speak now in words, and I accept that as I do not expect anyone to tolerate or accept me, as often folks don’t. To each his or her own is the way I live. Where folks tolerate and accept me it’s wonderful, and where folks don’t, I move on to greener pastures, as online allows an environment out of my closed- minded community in my red state area to do that in ways of blog and poetry to express all of who I am as different and human being.

   As far as dancing everywhere I go like a Bruce Lee Ballerina at around 6 feet tall now at 235 Lbs of solid muscle. I am stronger than every Marine in my military gym with legs now that press close to half a ton 33 times in what the strongest folks who leg press there cannot even budge as I’ve watched them try it up close and personal to their dismay. So no, i am no longer that uncoordinated Five foot 10 inch, 120LB scrawny boy from Middle School with the long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and eye lashes that people called the F word and not Fred.

   My genetics are different, I matured slowly, and am still getting stronger by the day, as empirically assessed at the gym. So, no one messes with me in the general public, as I can easily pass now for a College Linebacker who floats like a butterfly and can sting like a bee with martial arts kicks every which way and loose.

   Botton line is, I do not fit in, but I still rise to the occasion of all my human potential and am no longer held back by anyone who lives on the pages and sidewalks of crystalized intelligence. I am fluid as whole, and I am the Ocean and Field and Wave and Particle whole as one in trinity of threes that even science assesses as real.

   As above so below, inside, outside, and all around. Most folks don’t realize we are walking and talking mini-me’s of the Universe when whole and part the same. I was blessed by Nature in what I view as God to be able to see and feel this.

   If my Autism Is a Disability, I fail to see and feel this. In fact I fail to see any labels at all.

   I am, I rise and thrive, end and beginning of the story whole.

   And this will not make total sense to perhaps
   95% of the people here as you folks are
   much more normal than me,
   as whole
   as my
   history
   shows here.

   Oops, I did it again. Again, just dropping by out of respect for Alex. He probably is more Autistic like I am when I was his age too. And sure, he has already done something super epic by creating this site. It just took me longer at age 50 and after to start the journey of me finally getting free away from societal expectations that make no sense for me.

   I was the last kid picked on sports teams, and the one who was picked on by almost everyone for being different in middle school.

   I am now, likely the most different person of all in my local community, as assessed by that ‘general audience’. But here’s the thing, I accept all of who I am now from head to toe. No one stops me from being me now, because I am strong enough to be me now, no matter what anyone else thinks or feels about that..

   I no longer conform.

   Again, I rise, I thrive.

   I sing
   A Song
   of Free.

   Thanks Alex.
   You did a great thing
   by making this site.

   And no, no one will ever ever cure me
   again into the insanity of normal as insame..;)

   And as the moderators predicted, I am still incurable from being me. And at least for me I F in Love it. And no, I cannot come back, ’cause I will not conform. But again, that does not mean I do not appreciate Alex for helping me to finally be me, by creating the opportunity to write on this site, as Super Epic in so many ways never ever seen before.

   Have a nice day.
   I hope every one here will
   one day rise, thrive, and never
   ever conform again. But yes, first,
   make sure you have some money,
   as the working world will not accept that;
   The ‘normal’ one at least, with smiles; but sure, I could on and on about that so bye, and I do mean bye to this straight line..;)

   (Song Rise, by Katy Perry for inspiration. Inspiration is important in life
   and so are emotions fully expressed and not repressed or oppressed.)

   Whatever it is i have.

   It is a gift

   Bottom line,
   and I prove it everyday,
   for the naysayers of life that
   say you can’t, you can’t, just ’cause you are different.

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4. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 21, 2016 at 11:12 PM

   Sometimes.. i suppose.. it is easy to take someone
   who is in your life for literally close to 18 years
   for granted when that someone still now
   seems like they are
   owned by someone
   else.. and Tennessee
   here takes the spotlight
   today for his resilience and
   beauty as a creature of God
   who knows and feels God more
   i can promise you than most humans do
   as he lives in balance one with Nature God and
   same.. keeps moving every day with every sacred Tai
   Chi-like kitty move one with air and water same with Nature
   whole.. interconnected.. interdependent with no separation ever
   from God all.. hmm.. and it shows as this cat lives a full life free and
   content in a simple gift as sliver of heaven on this green.. brown.. blue
   and sandy planet that he rolls one with sand and sun as/with God in the
   bright noon-day sun.. and then hugging the grass at midnight light
   of stars and moon same.. never close to realizing the damage
   that the human creatures are doing to the planet as
   in this neighborhood and in this yard there is
   no pesticide.. or other poisons.. nor even
   human fertilizer to change
   the struggle and
   bliss as survival
   in Tennessee
   University
   color
   fur too
   with aqua
   green eyes that
   say.. i not only survive
   i thrive too.. in a place of
   abundance.. now.. a visitor
   with me again.. for close to 18 years..
   often coming up.. when i felt.. so alone inside too..
   hmm.. friends are like that at least one comes when you need them..
   and yes.. it is often the furry ones with no judgement loving unconditionally..:)

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5. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 22, 2016 at 10:24 AM

   Well.. ‘Rogue One’.. the newest installment doesn’t seem
   to be generating nearly the marketing hype that the
   first new Star Wars movie did last year at this time..
   that movie coming out on December 18th of 2015..
   and Rogue one arriving
   on December 16.. two
   days earlier this year..
   of course.. the newer opportunity
   was there last year after so many
   years break of series renewal to sell
   all the old stuff remastered as such in shiny
   new packages.. anyway.. what and how what is
   marketing in society for commercial success says a
   lot and the record i keep of that in actual photography
   stream is multi-purpose as yes.. believe it or not Ripley..
   i am doing all of this as A epic Free Lance Anthropologist
   as such too.. in the state of not only American Affairs but
   human affairs all over.. and sure.. in prep for that
   i went to the ‘Wrong Planet’ online with a bunch of
   brainiac outcasts who had nothing
   better to do with their 140 to 160
   reported IQ’s.. who study their
   special interest laser focuses
   where hey.. i listened as much
   as i wrote.. from literal wake to sleep
   with rarely a break.. only an excursion to
   work-out for 30 minutes at the gym.. 3 times a week.. then
   literally forcing myself to do that at the last 30 minutes before
   they closed to generate enough anxiety to get the job done..
   somewhat done.. anyway.. as no matter what i lifted still at
   close to 500 LBS on machine weights with pins and not
   plates on parallel leg press that yes.. is light like a
   feather now.. surely felt weak from toe to head
   even though i managed to press it about
   8 times.. and that’s what happens when
   human emotions go away..
   where even anxiety
   is so hard
   to generate
   for fear to
   get you
   going
   going
   going
   somewhere
   anywhere at all..
   oh yeah.. and the other
   thing i did maybe once a week
   is force the pain with shades on
   still in my uniform of white T-shirt
   and sit in the car looking at a privacy
   fence in the Walmart side parking lot..
   so Katrina could acquire some food to eat..
   me.. in excruciating eye pain with eyes mostly
   shut behind shades.. while the rest of the world
   went on their merry and stressed way.. and from what i could
   see it was often the older retired looking folks who were the
   only ones going in and out of the store with a smile.. huh..
   now.. i know why..
   stress is the
   age.. not
   the
   chronological
   one.. now i know and
   feel feel feel feel for sure
   and oh yeah.. after a very difficult
   work-out last night after hardly digesting
   any food for energy over three days.. my
   inner gear is working again.. and yes.. for
   all practical intents and purposes.. Superfred
   is on the way back hehe.. for iSreal now..
   and i am so happy
   not to
   be a
   Sith
   devil
   on the
   Wrong Planet
   anymore without
   a home.. as this
   eARTh is most definitely
   my only home now all blue
   and green.. brown.. white of what’s
   left of polar snow capped beauty too..;)

   Yes.. and R2D2.. arrived
   a year to date ago..
   like he does in
   the current
   Macro-Verse
   on “Fried Forgiving
   Turkeys” per the automation
   of work in the U.S. and the continuing
   state of affairs where humans no longer
   need to apply for jobs as they are simply
   going the way of automation instead of
   flesh and blood stuff.. yes.. the Terminator
   and the rise of the machines is a literally thingy
   more than just a cultural meme.. the Matrix too..
   and many other artistic metaphors though time as
   technology continues to somewhat moreover outpace
   the human race.. thAT machine almost literally killed me
   with stress.. as human beings are not evolved to do mechanical
   and social cognition in an open door policy of both with no
   rest.. but hey.. that’s what you get when folks come to
   think you are Superman.. just ’cause you have
   found a way to lock out all the looks
   and body language of distress..
   goofy
   looks
   goofy
   stressed
   or not hehe..
   yeah.. sure.. i can laugh
   about in now that i’m not on
   A highway to hell anymore.. with
   no idea then of just how bad it can really get.. oh..
   yeah.. every day a deeper Ring of what Dante was
   speaking of for sure with no doubts as deep as it goes……

   A Girl And A Devil

   ‘A Girl and A Devil’.. more cool Sithfred out in the
   store wild of dance photos enclosed in here.. and
   another tribute.. to my Friend Lala from Pakistan
   from a year ago in this Macro-Verse memory.. and
   continuing documentation of a longest season with
   not much Fall and Winter in last year through after
   Christmas.. as the grass is still bright green coming
   to ThanksGiving and the Azaleas are blooming super
   early.. yes.. this is both a heARt and Science Project too..;)

   And now i end by saying.. i haven’t been significantly ill enough
   to even come close to feeling down in two years exactly to date
   of when the next intestinal bug came to visit me last Thursday Night..
   and not to be able to digest food properly surely puts a cramp in everything
   life.. anyway.. i appreciated the entire experience as it did bring back some of
   the actual feelings of darkness before that are really hard to actually feel as memories
   when one is flying oh.. so high.. resilient in yes close to what they name as a bi-polar high
   but in my case more like a natural state of hypomania as of late.. in what brings the height
   of creativity.. and what some name as religious type experience too.. as those high neurochemicals/
   neurohormones are all ramped up.. as we folks evolved for fLIGht in general nomadic genetic
   way are all set out to be.. in other words we don’t sit well.. we must move move move and live
   and do more than most in whatever we do.. driven to distraction as they say to maintain
   focus and order in life as best as we can as nows go by.. going stagnate as i did for
   many years in work until going nuts in directions i never ever wanted to go
   up the status and money and administrative latter.. to directions that
   are very unhealthy for me.. and now with freedom
   i live free and do what makes
   me sing and
   dance
   with
   Wings
   of yes as i say
   and dance more a
   Jonathan Livingston Seagull
   on terrestrial plane of float and fly now..
   no skateboards or dives for me per the ‘Night’
   theme song here.. Nike Shox shoes in the 13th pair
   now purchased in 39 months does the trick and treat
   on solid
   ground
   for me.. all
   rested up now
   for the next adventure coming..:)

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6. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 22, 2016 at 12:18 PM

   Sharp fears of poignancy….

   First.. a note on ‘poignancy’..
   For me a greaTest regret
   would be to kill oneself
   when loved
   more than
   one could
   hope
   to ever
   be loved
   and with
   no loving
   giving force
   as that abiLiTy
   has disappeared
   as well as the ability/capacity
   to feel love.. and the saddest
   part oF all.. it is/are someone else(s)
   who will/would feel that
   poignancy and
   not the
   the one who
   was/is successful
   in escaping whatever
   is no longer tolerable it seems..
   i’m glad.. i had A strength to ovoid
   that feeling of poignancy for someone else(s)
   but there are places.. there are places.. A human can go
   that
   no
   one
   but
   the one
   in those
   human shoes
   of misery and
   suffering and the
   worst torture imaginable
   can understand but those alone..
   Catch 22 of Poignancy.. my FriEnd..
   been there done that fresh hell ever in a second of alWays now.

   ” Do you know that disease and death must needs overtake us,
   no matter what we are doing?
   What do you wish to be doing when it overtakes you?
   If you have anything better to be doing when you are so overtaken,
   get to work on that.”

   ~~ Epictetus ~~

   StArt writing
   a book
   with
   no beginning
   and no end no matter
   pen or step or art of liFe…:)

   “The flesh surrenders itself.
   Eternity takes back its own.
   Our bodies stirred these waters briefly,
   danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self,
   dealt with a few strange ideas,
   then submitted to the instruments of Time.
   What can we say of this?
   I occurred.
   I am not… yet I occurred.”

   ~~ Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah ~~

   Life IS A Miracle
   in itself.. to fully realize
   and live this life as such
   IS A taste
   of death
   worthwhile..
   And fear IS A
   illusory devil..
   A main
   obstruction
   iN all of thaT
   from first
   breath
   to last
   breathe in Heaven
   oF Free and Bliss..
   or hell
   of
   fear
   and pain…
   i’LL take the first
   door to the right
   or left
   fear
   Free.. courAge
   and kiNd wiTh
   smARt lOvE sAMe uNconditionAlly
   AnD alWays diFFeRent change for more..:)

   “If you understand, or if you don’t.
   If you believe, or if you doubt.
   There is a universal justice
   and the eyes of truth are always watching.”

   ~~ Enigma ~~

   eYes oF TrUth
   anD liGht
   ‘tween
   dArK
   sPeLLeD
   aS BaLanCinG
   FoRcE alWays noW..:)

   “A heart is not judged
   by how much you love
   but by how much you are loved by others.”

   ~~ The Wizard of Oz ~~

   Except for
   some
   potential
   poignant
   moments headlining this…

   Everything flows and nothing abides;
   everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.”

   ~~ Heraclitus ~~

   Time IS
   A river
   God
   as
   sAMe
   and alWays Changing..
   NoW..:)

   (PS.. i have a theme song now2..;)

   “One must be partially insane to remain sane.”

   ~~ J. Bothwell Avison ~~

   In thaT case
   i
   ain’t crazy..
   like
   my
   Psychiatrist
   says.. i’M unusual
   in a cool way.. NoW
   liKe
   Snoopy..
   i guess..
   jumPing
   for DancE
   and SinG for no reaSon
   but FucKinG LiVinG A dreAm iSREaL oF JoY..;)

   “A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears:”

   ~~ Montaigne ~~

   To come to Love
   A dARk most
   is to liVe A liGht isREaL..:)

   We’re not talking about the same thing,” he said.
   “For you the world is weird
   because if you’re not bored with it you’re at odds with it.
   For me the world is weird
   because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable;
   my interest has been to convince you
   that you must accept responsibility for being here,
   in this marvelous world, in this marvelous desert, in this marvelous time.
   I wanted to convince you
   that you must learn to make every act count,
   since you are going to be here for only a short while,
   in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.”

   ~~ Don Juan ~~

   It’s true.. i’m religious
   but NOT iN a sense of A church
   iN A FEEL oF A existence NOW..
   wHErE ALL IS FucKinG HOLY AND
   SACReD… iNSIDE.. OUTSiDE.. AB0VE..
   SO BEL0W.. AND ALL AR0UND..
   every
   word
   ever
   step
   every
   breath
   desert
   forest
   mountain
   stream.. pain..
   digestive discomfort
   it’s aLL A hoLy and sacRed gAMe oF
   noW ever changing sAMe isREaL noW..:)

   “My skin,
   my bones,
   my heretic heart
   are my authority.”

   ~~ Catherine Madsen ~~

   Within

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7. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 22, 2016 at 12:29 PM

   Passage #writephoto

   WeLL.. my friEnd
   Prajakta.. verily
   i say.. you capture
   A essence iN Sublime
   Beauty as A Force of hUman
   CreatiViTy heRe.. weLL.. as streAMs
   of consciousness branch out from
   rivers and
   waves
   of Ocean
   never ending
   as shores
   change
   along lines that Golden
   SpiRal sAMe as SonG and
   DancE free as fingers and toes
   and all pArts of WhoLe can and
   WiLL do free unfettered by fear
   of stop and go.. outstanding
   poetic
   words
   my friend
   with applause
   from me for now
   with pleasure as a
   visit ends foR noW.. FriEnd..
   SeriouSly.. CreatiVity IS A
   best FriEnd oF aLL.. NoW..:)

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8. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 22, 2016 at 3:10 PM

   WeLL since this IS A 12 MilLioN Words oF ThanksGiVinG..
   celebration of 6 years of writing on line.. since at least a million
   of those words are inspired by the online dVerse poeTry prompts
   Pub and crew.. i’LL visit
   tHeRe
   and take
   a quick breather
   and stARt as Breath
   or breathe is the 44 word
   Quadrille prompt theme of Monday
   past as i arrive a day late to respond..
   digestive system all back in worKing
   order now it seems for sure..
   so.. let’s see how
   i breathe
   with
   breath
   in poetic way for
   now at leisure
   Song and Dance more..
   oh.. what fun a Holiday SeaSon
   to AlWays coMe noW so WeLL..;)

   Yeah.. i kNow and feel
   juST a bunch
   of floWery
   sounding
   FeeLinG
   SenSinG
   words
   to mE
   @lEAst..;)

   Hmm.. yep that’s mOre
   than 44 words and a paragraph3..;)

   Ain’t
   liFe
   GOlden..;)

   Breathe of the last
   fAll Leaves.. i too can
   relate mishunderstood
   as last
   fall
   was
   Spring
   and Summer
   too in Florida
   Panhandle way..
   January so red.. budding
   beauty and the
   flowers
   were.. oh
   so.. confused
   by the month coming
   enteLLinG what should
   be a new breath of colors..
   anyway.. almost freezing here
   recently in more of fAll colors
   i too
   cherish
   the color
   of dying
   as it springs
   life alWAys BriGhter
   too when all is healthy
   and vibrant as dARk and
   liGht goeSprinG after fALL..:)

   Contrast
   azure
   and
   sure..
   Auburn
   sky leaves tale
   color in cold and death..
   of blue
   blood
   liFe above..:)

   This oNe is so true
   friEnd
   Linda..
   to put
   it simply..
   too..
   when
   we exhale
   fear we inhale God..
   as God breathes free thru uS2..:)

   2006.. i suppose.. in November
   and birth month same
   and another friend
   from work then..
   same as Katrina’s
   mother too..
   a hard
   habit
   to give
   up and perhaps
   it was the month
   my 1st stepmother grasped
   her last breath too.. all
   one common element falling
   before 70.. a pack of something
   that took tHeir breathe away.. and
   i remember the last heart beats of her
   mother too.. watching her grasp for breath
   with all her reflexes through tubes the same
   as 55 beats became 40 became 30 became 20 and
   that was
   it.. and
   then there
   was a step father of sorts
   married to a 2nd stepmother too.
   who both had this habit ending living wired
   up to tubes of oxygen now where life failed..
   his.. in the December month of Christmas.. my
   father too in May 2014.. with complications.. albeit later
   after living with this habit for about 6 decades until his
   ending
   81st year..
   it seems
   a woman’s
   lungs are more
   likely to fall to
   this habit from what i’ve
   seen but for sure but for sure
   i can tAiL that iT is an addiction
   that not only kills quick but slow
   in
   breathless
   style.. so
   slow so
   slow
   as last breath fAils…

   It’s one of the most
   ironic things..
   smoke
   stacks
   and
   sunsets
   off bays that
   figuratively and
   literally can together
   same take one’s breath away..:)

   Living clouds
   killing
   cLouds…

   side note..
   now says..
   yep.. i kNow
   that’s more
   like a Haibun..
   Haiku.. eTc..
   Fredbun
   Fredku as
   such2 but
   hey.. i
   ain’t
   iN iT for
   the rules..
   as side note
   ends and back
   to the regularly
   scheduLed whatever..
   as i for one breathe free..
   fLow
   let
   go..;)

   Moon sleeps
   sliver break
   Sun Breathes
   through
   moon
   rest
   star liGht..:)

   SMiLes..
   so true my
   friEnd.. when
   mistakes breathe
   liFe
   flouRishes
   bEyond err
   thru
   success..:)

   SMiLes my
   friEnd.. EmoTioNs
   are the breath of liFe
   that move us
   and poetry
   IS
   A
   map of
   heARt thAT
   BRingS spiRit
   complete
   in Masculine
   and Feminine
   baLanCinG
   miNd
   and
   Body
   soUL..
   sadly..
   where i live
   it’s not a Republican manly thing to do.. heHe..
   smiles.. but hEy.. tHeRE’s alwayS online and free
   in
   divine
   and all
   natural balance..
   i often attempt to
   explain a bible IS A juSt
   A book of poetry2 but
   ‘they’ see
   THAT
   only
   as
   sacred and holy..;)

   Well.. the wife
   Katrina is breathing
   rather intently that it is
   time to resume ThankGiving
   preparation shopping detail..
   and sure..as
   my stomach
   and all
   else
   is groWing
   stronger..
   time
   for
   joyous
   breathing
   Public dance
   too.. while the
   turkeys unwittingly
   find their way to grocery carts..
   while i dance by free as wild turkeys do too..;)

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9. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 22, 2016 at 10:40 PM

   Facebook Friend Greg
   and yes once again i say
   also fellow employee at
   the Bowling Center for 18 years
   and beyond that through my last official
   paid days through 2009 working for the
   Government at
   the Navy
   Station
   in home
   town way
   for 25 years..
   shares a ‘Quizony’ FB
   ego booster test on what
   kind of Angel i am based on
   a written multiple choice test..
   hmm.. i don’t think ‘they’ do that
   in heaven and hell on earth.. in FACt
   i know ‘they’ don’t for demons and angels
   same as yes.. it’s kinda a Karmic eYe thingie..
   anyWay.. the results come in as “VIRTUE”.. hmm..
   sure.. now.. i can relate to that miracle thingy too..;)

   “VIRTUES – the Angels of Grace who bring God’s blessings to Earth, usually in the form of miracles. Known as the ‘brilliant’ or “shining’” ones, they are associated with acts of heroism and bring courage when needed.”

   The Facebook Video Production.. robot
   team as always.. assists greatly
   in documenting
   the last
   two days
   of life..
   hehe..
   and yes..
   dance dance dance
   with my new dance shoes
   fully employed with somewhat
   fresh legs.. resting much more than
   usual over a sick aS Such weekend.. ugh..
   anyWay.. getting back up to high speed..
   as more than anything
   else the feet are fresh
   and limber..
   and very
   very strong
   now from rest too..
   flying through the Grocery
   and SuperWalmart Aisles with
   the greatest of ease.. 1020LBs leg pressing
   sTiLL 33 reps as such last night.. at gym2..
   with food staying a little longer in my
   body now thru
   as T
   day looks
   much more appetizing
   now than the last few days..;)

   Yes.. now
   Christmas FloWers
   highlighted here too..
   beFore we get to the check out
   lane.. hmm.. everything seems free to
   me as i’m just tHeRe to dance and take photos..
   and yes..
   i’M willing
   to sing
   requests too..;)

   Well.. perHaps
   on a more serious
   and perhaps even
   somber musing
   point.. now
   the Karmic
   eYe comes
   out to play
   aGain..
   and yes..
   as expected most
   everything to appeal
   to the more dARk side
   of human Nature to get
   elected.. yes2 for those who
   live by fear and hate instead
   of hope and love.. you kNow.. the
   audacity oF iT.. huh.. hehe.. anyWay
   the bad ass Trump is kinda shrinking up
   as reaLITy sets in that he is noW servant of
   the entire country Now and not a dictator of a corporation..
   and nah.. it’s not like the Republican machine has his back either..
   as deep down they would love the Pence more than dealing with this shit..
   anyway.. let’s
   see if someone..
   anyone.. can get some
   more improvements done..
   it’s possible that the Trump
   is more a Democrat still in
   those
   wolf
   clothes
   he wore to
   campaign aS in
   case anyone has sTiLL
   forgotten he was a New York
   Democrat and Social Liberal
   most of his life.. but you do what
   it takes to get elected huh.. and keep
   the choir singing all the way to ‘the booth’..
   looking for a second term at 74 years of age..
   not likely.. he’ll likely go for the record.. instead.. of the next four years..;)

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10. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 23, 2016 at 9:41 AM

    Hi Rafiah..

    “All grown-ups were once children-
    although few of them remember..”

    So true and i would go one dance step
    further in words.. well actually more than
    one step and say few of them feel and sense
    the play and overall wonder of child being.. now..

    Sadly i..n a way.. while A new Testament Version
    of Jesus says to enter the Kingdom of God.. one must
    view it through the eYes of a child.. tHeRe are no how to
    instructions.. just empty words for those who have forgotten
    the feeling and sensing being of play and wonder of a child
    and have lost
    this heARt
    this spiRit
    of eXpreSsing
    EmoTioNs and SenSes
    and FeeLinG and SenSing them
    sAMe and stronger as waves of an
    ocean go in and out and expand shores
    iN A life of joy and wonder same.. that is all
    innate.. instinctual and intuitive for the eYes oF
    heARt and spiRit that come all natural out iN a mix
    of BaLanCinG miNd and BoDy soUL.. i am often sadened
    when Fundamentalist Christians in my area ask me why i dance
    spontaneously in public.. while they stilt their children’s dance down
    in the Walmart aisles.. and at church in the pews where the words of
    the priest are neither reaching them for joy or play.. yes.. my friend..
    society/church has snuffed out the kingdom of God within us that is
    the wonder in a joy of DancE and SonG in moving.. connecting
    and creating naturally with each other in a socially cooperative
    naked forage for life from birth to death.. where the child
    and the elder dancing togEther are equal prizes
    iN a joy of liFe after the dance and
    sing of forage is done..
    and you see..
    when the buttoned
    up folks from Europe immigrated
    to this continent wanting to escape a
    Manufactured Monarchy of God by greed in
    hoarding grain in silo humans jealous for those
    who have more than giving and sharing they found
    a Native American who danced freely and wildly and
    naked lovingly around campfires of moonlit God nights
    toGeThER aS oNe WiTh God with no separation.. they called
    them animals instead of seeing them as the real wild and free
    loving children of God they were.. they called them savages as
    they wore few clothes.. they killed them mercilessly and had
    a great challenge as these folks did not fight back in
    straight line regimented fashion.. they fought
    as Lions or what they named as savages
    for their rights to wild and free and love..
    there is Karma for this my friend
    that is self-fulfilling
    and that is
    the misery
    of those
    same people
    who would take increasing
    freedoms away if they could..
    minions of monarchies they are
    and they come in many fashions..
    but the common denominator my friend
    is they follow a most despicable leader who
    would abuse the weaker for power and status…
    i was hoping in the last three years that i could dance enough
    to entice these minions in my Northwest Florida area to change
    them into children again.. and what i find my friend.. is it is only
    the children who even see me.. and young adults now before they soon
    reach a forty hour a week job and the liGht is slowly extinguished
    from their heARt.. SpiRit and SoUL.. and the child dies inside. in
    what has become a mechanical cognition robot way of life.. and
    yes that comes in school too of course but at least tHeRE
    is flesh and blood contact between human beings
    at recess and lunch.. if there is any recess at all..
    anyway.. seriously.. if i could have convinced
    them to dance.. just a hundred thousand..
    or so.. perhaps the most despicable
    leader ever to arise in
    the US would
    have no longer
    been a
    taste suitable to
    joy of a child my friend.. and
    i could have helped to change
    the course of history.. but sure.. on the
    other hand.. i wouldn’t have the dark muse
    to write this.. i guess.. and eventually do whatever
    it is that God has me doing this for incessantly from wake to sleep..
    anyWay.. i’m not the go to guy.. just the how to guy by example.. as
    i
    am
    a Child of God
    and Heaven on eARth
    IS at hand now clearly
    isreal full of play and joy..
    and i do it witness it and scribe it as now goeS oN..
    with plenty
    of how to
    in clear view too..
    i
    AM heRe..
    foR
    noW..:)

    Hmm.. that was interesting..
    heHe.. @lEast for me.. and
    now to one Macro-Verse Memory
    today and i will say there IS A festive
    feeling in the sky as empath’s like me who
    are alWays on Vacation can feel the EmoTioNs
    and SeNSes of oThers in the metro area as this
    ain’t no normal hump day.. this is Turkey Cooking
    day and the excitement in the air for the deer hunt
    coming is almost palpable as i continue a SonG inside
    of brick walls here.. and sure.. the kids will be getting out
    of school early where half a day is even joy.. and yes.. thinking
    about it brings more joy too.. as i once lived in a zoo and prison same too..
    anyway ‘Loving Living in the Milky Way’
    from two years ago here..
    write on topic as it were
    and still is too.. as hey
    heaven is fun
    to SinG
    about
    when
    you are currently
    inhabiting that place
    within brick walls or not..;)

    Loving Living in the Milky Way

    And yes.. a Macro-Verse short enough to fully quote here too..

    More specifically..

    i love living in North Florida..

    where at least for me..

    long pants are never necessary…

    a

    place where a human who takes care of their health..

    enough to un-domesticate themselves..

    IS

    PERFECTLY ADAPTED TO…

    WELL..

    ALMOST..

    NOTHING’S PERFECT..

    BUT A BEAUTIFUL TAPESTRY OF LIFE..

    AND INANIMATE CREATION IS THE NATURAL

    WAY

    OF

    NORTH

    FLORIDA

    LIFE!

    BUT IT WASN’T ALWAYS THAT WAY…

    There was a time.. when chronic stress and fear aka anxiety

    Stole my life from me..

    IN ALMOST EVERY WAY…

    SO MANY DISORDERS..

    TO THE POINT..

    Where truly i was no longer adapted to my environment…

    All sensory input

    was too much for a body grown foreign

    to

    its

    natural habit!

    And watching the movie

    Interstellar tonight..

    i think it is so sad..

    that human beings do not more fully appreciate all the exquisite

    ways we ARE ADAPTED TO THIS EARTH WhERE WE ARE PART

    AND

    PARCEL

    OF

    IT

    TOO!

    Some folks even think the natural world is evil..

    And even our GOD GIVEN NAKED HUMAN BODIES…

    AND SOME OF THESE SAME FOLKS..

    believe we are here to dominate the earth..

    per all

    OF GOD’s CREATION…

    This land is NOT

    JUST OUR LAND..

    THIS LAND

    IS

    GOD’S

    LAND!

    AND SO IS THE MILKY WAY!..;)

    i am just a flesh and blood man..

    AND THAT IS GIFT ENOUGH FOR ME..

    FROM

    GOD

    @WORD228WORD@

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11. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 23, 2016 at 10:41 AM

    Exploring the color of sound….

    Magic
    is when
    a SonG
    comes
    to you
    that is employed
    by more than you
    in colors of sound that
    more
    can
    heRe..:)

    “I still find each day too short
    for all the thoughts I want to think,
    all the walks I want to take,
    all the books I want to read,
    and all the friends I want to see.”

    ~~ John Burrough ~~

    A Child who still lives..

    You know it’s funny
    i had a Sociology teacher
    by name of Oldenburg.. oh
    my God he was my age now then
    and seemed.. oh.. so old and when
    he spoke of living forever he said
    live forever.. ha!
    most
    of
    my friends
    are bored..
    it’s safe to say
    my friend.. he no longer danced..
    if he ever did at all ‘tween the
    ears oF
    old
    and
    boArd..:)

    Oh yeah.. and i had another
    Sociology teacher who taught a class
    iN Sociology of aging and she showed
    photos of ‘seniors’ my age now in therapeutical
    pools.. and there was
    a girl in the class
    about 25 years of
    age.. disheartened
    that her Frankie
    Avalon
    days
    with
    beach parties
    never came..
    well.. you see.. i wasn’t
    only a Social Sciences Interdisciplinary
    major.. i was also a Health Science and
    Anthropology major.. obviously no high paying
    job would come of this.. but i had already traveled
    to both highest mania and deep deep depression so i was
    more interested in surviving in balance than making money..
    in other words.. the core of Maslow’s Hierarchy of development
    iN basic
    animal
    homeostasis
    at lowest levels
    iN existence as Pyramid of
    steps higher and higher..
    to self
    actualization now..
    apex of being human
    born again as such as ‘they’ say..too..;)

    Anyway.. i said boldly in class that if one
    takes care of their balance and continues
    a healthy exercise and diet well up into their
    50’s there is no reason why they will not still feel
    like a healthy youth at that point.. the teacher and some
    of the students scoffed at me.. called me an idealist and even
    a zealot.. hehe..
    and some said
    i should spend more
    time in business classes to make
    some bucks if i was ever gonna
    get a job and a mate and stuff like that..
    but the Frankie Avalon girl literally asked me
    if i was Superman ’cause she was more interested in
    what i was actually doing in a triple major while maintaining
    three part time jobs to get through with about three hours of sleep
    each night.. she was a dreamer who still had dreams.. i was a realist
    who read
    about
    Jack
    LaLanne..
    and Charles
    Atlas and friends..
    including Bruce
    Lee.. back then..
    hehe.. and now
    i am a dreamer too..
    oh.. what a mix of paradise that is now..
    as i have my Frankie Avalon days still
    now at age 56 at a Dance Hall not far from the Beach
    every FucKinG Thursday NIGht Week coming into
    the 136th week
    this Thanks
    GiVinG WeeK…
    ‘you’ see.. being a realist
    and dreamer is not enough
    you have to get out there as Nike says
    and just do it no matter what the FucK folks
    say before not only do they name you Fool and Superman but Legend too..
    SeriouSly.. my life is like
    a movie that has too many
    scenes for anyone
    to tell the literal
    true story but
    me.. but isn’t
    that how everyone’s
    life is who has time to
    reflect and live it more than ever before..
    in Paradise and scribe the story as they go..
    i refuse
    to believe
    i am special
    and anointed
    as i FucKinG worked
    for Paradise as this is no
    FucKinG gift or grace alone
    and God IS A God of merit more..
    than
    sitting
    still
    and
    waiting
    for dreams
    of Paradise
    to come true in
    Trump Castles with
    labels and no essence of joy within..
    like Bibles and other books that outlaw Song and Dance..
    or perhaps
    those who
    didn’t see
    ‘King
    David’
    Dance naked..
    in more vile ways..;)

    “I searched into myself.”

    ~~ Heraclitus ~~

    Yes.. that goes
    without saying now..;)

    “The world is full of burled and gnarly knobs
    on which you can hang a metaphysical system.
    If you must.”

    ~~ Edward Abbey ~~

    A Realist and Dreamer
    mix
    with
    a dash and dance and song of doing..;)

    “We should consider every day lost
    on which we have not danced at least once.
    And we should call every truth false
    which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.”

    ~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~

    One
    day
    i’LL
    elaborate..
    alWays
    noW
    as Dance..
    and SonG of Free..
    i seriouSly hope Nietzsche actuAlly danced
    at least
    a third
    of what
    he wrote..
    and
    laughed
    more than writ..:)

    “If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner,
    you have learned how to live.”

    ~~ Lin Yutang ~~

    Value do..:)

    “Every evil to which we do not succumb is a benefactor.”

    ~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

    i test myself
    iN temptation
    and find it makes
    me much much stronger
    than
    avoiding it..
    some folks
    name
    it
    saint
    like..
    my wife..;)

    SeriouSly
    keeping stuff
    undercover is
    just
    a
    lie..
    and A
    highway to imbalance..:)

    But usuAlly that only
    makes sense
    to the
    person
    fully exposed with the balance..;)

    “You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything.
    So I thought, once. So did we all.
    And the truth is that as a man’s real power grows and his knowledge widens,
    ever the way he can follow grows narrower:
    until at last he chooses nothing,
    but does only and wholly what he _must_ do.”

    ~~ Ursula K. LeGuin, _A Wizard of Earthsea_ ~~

    Follow your
    heArt
    and Fuck
    the rules
    without passion..;)

    “Do not go gentle into that good night
    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light”

    ~~ Dylan Thomas ~~

    FucK Passion
    with Passion
    from first
    breath
    to last grasp oF liGht..
    and one never
    ever
    falls
    too far
    from liFe..
    And don’t hold on too tiGht..;)

    Ending note..

    Happy Thanks Giving gigoid..:)

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12. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 23, 2016 at 12:58 PM

    So i come iN full return fully aLive moving into
    Thanks Giving day 2016..
    after writing 12 million
    words stARting that
    venture to just
    even have
    a chance
    to escape
    a tiny hair
    of the worst pain
    known to humankind
    on Thanks Giving day of 2010..
    yes.. type two trigeminal neuralgia
    to be specific and precise again.. like
    someone drilling your teeth without novocaine..
    except.. in my case it was my right eye and ear as
    burning hell beyond fire.. and yes for some idea of comparison
    in what even related medical literature describes as a pain worse
    than the torture of crucifixion but in my case no hanging from a
    cross for three hours or three days.. 66 months.. wake to sleep wHeRE
    almost 33 months came before i could use my eyes for any words at all to look
    at or type then without intolerable pain.. as each word then was still a mountain
    of pain both to look at and write.. and yes i come back to this album cover and song
    as i had taken notice if it.. when about senior age in high school in ’78.. well after the
    release date in ’67 that the stone bust of statue that was just some random
    statue of a law enforcement officer out of John Lennon’s
    yard as Bric-à-brac collected in high culture
    way of life.. anyway.. the resemblance
    to my long law enforcement
    face with mustache
    inherited i guess
    from the
    father
    who
    did 46 years
    in that profession
    as life long vocation.. too..
    caught my eye.. and was implanted
    somewhere deep for years to come and rise
    again.. after i rose as the actual professionals who
    were taking care of me literally named my sudden recovery
    as a miracle on or about July 22nd of 2013.. at least the psychotherapist
    who went
    to a Catholic
    Chuch anyway
    hehe.. so
    i was
    kinda high
    kinda very very
    high.. to be rid of that pain..
    in technically what they name after
    a 66 month dead zone of feeling almost
    no emotion at all.. as a bi-polar high too..
    no more than two hours of sleep from July
    of 2013 to November of 2013.. until i visited a
    farm and slept 8 hours soothed by the furry ones there..
    and one of the first days.. i almost ran through 5 red lights..
    Katrina brought to my attention.. and the song about the man
    who was looking at lovely Rita and blew his brains out in a car
    came on the radio as a stark warning to me in synchronicity way to come
    down to earth if you want to really continue to live.. so sure.. anything can now
    save our life.. poTEnTiALLy.. iF iT speaks to what needs to hear on the inside of
    liFe now.. discount no source of life as savior as all can save.. dARk and liGht with
    the proper ingredients of fortune mixed in.. so that album cover became a ‘little’ of a
    special interest.. and coming to find that the Beatles as a group of actual human beings
    were searching for enlightenment and awakening more than material goods only.. at that
    point in their life.. appreciating all those in the fields of intellect and art in a lonely
    hearts club band in struggle to bring greater liGhts of human Freedoms to other human beings..
    and i started to think of myself as not only a resemblance of that statue but it as a symbol
    of being resurrected from the previous dirt of ignorance and oppression and
    repression of emotions and senses and the general robotic way the
    rule making of society had brOught my life to that point
    after 66 months in hell of total
    Han Sleyes theory of
    general adaptation
    syndrome
    where
    total animal
    exhaustion from
    constant.. yes.. chronic severe
    stress could eventually literally
    kill someone as the cycle of that
    destructive force lives on as science
    now proves out in empirical way as well..
    And i understood what reborn really meant..
    and what hell and heaven and purgatory really
    were ’cause by that point they just weren’t platitudes
    in books of old.. they were isreal actual experiences of
    my life and suddenly so many things in life made total
    sense/feel where before they were just vague platitudes
    and empty shells
    with little
    essence
    and substance
    from sages of ages
    gone by that suddenly
    arrived all for me at one now
    then.. yes.. i was turned on fully
    alive again.. phoenix riSinG from
    the ashes born again.. like the parts
    of a book and books actually attempt to
    relate for hiGher and more viable isreal human potential
    now.. not after death.. now.. where heaven is at hand now juST now..
    i arrived and BaLAnCinG iT aLL was all that was left.. sure.. i could have
    continued to enjoy it alone and just dance my way around without scribing
    what would come neXt.. but a little bird.. a holy spirit inside said.. upload this
    soUL and share it with otHeRs as you’ve been to hell and this IS A Heaven continuing..
    a share in any attempt aT all to help anyone else at aLL to find a spArk of any kind
    to come to this place iSReaL now.. many lonely heARts club folks have pitched
    in to help me find this place.. and all those heARts and SpiRits and
    soULs live in once what was a alabaster stone
    statue buried away
    from life
    in hell..
    on
    earth..
    so this is what i do
    i give thanks and give more..
    as Heaven and Paradise here is too
    precious
    to
    hoard..
    life is more
    than food.. life
    is magic when fully iSREaL
    when stone statues rise in color aGain..
    and do tHeir best to turn oTheRS on too..:)

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13. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 23, 2016 at 1:44 PM

    So.. sure.. i’m still in the sAMe
    bedroom.. by the same
    window.. except for
    now 24 inches
    is open
    from
    dark blind
    of before
    and my eyes
    can tolerate the
    liGht and my ears
    only wish i could play
    this song louder as my ear
    buds won’t go up any higher
    and i wouldn’t wanna bother Katrina
    in the other room in front of her best
    friend it seems for now
    a TV..
    and
    yes that’s
    kinda what
    happened ‘they’
    said to Moses
    in that old testament
    movie with Charleston
    Heston when his durable
    wife traded notes with the perfumed
    woman of before.. his God took her
    man away from her.. and it’s kinda like
    that hear.. but anyway.. like Spock says
    sometimes the needs of the many outweigh
    the needs of the few.. but i do love that woman
    or i’d never be alive to serve the Master of God
    and Nature same with all my Luke Hot heARt.. spiRit SinGing
    higher now nigher as soUL and Body BaLanCinG moRE as
    instrument more of God that even huMan being more it seems
    as Angels
    could
    go
    if they
    exist these
    days too.. now..
    so yeaH it’s been
    kind of a record year
    as coming to this 12 milLion
    words in these 6 years this last
    year of 2016 started with a GodsUniVerse
    Novel at 41K words then GodsUniVerseNovel2
    at 51K words.. then GodSuniVerseNovel3 at 338,630 words
    and after that it was 9 chapters at “Book oF Ten Sixteen” with
    144,244 words at the fourth book.. culminating in a total of 12 chapters in
    in the fifth book named.. “New Testament oF Eleven iN HeaVen ‘SiXteen”
    at 181,221 words which IS A technical edition of three more chapters than
    came the month before that and i noted a 42 months of witness for
    God on September 11th.. 2016 since the 10th of March in 2013..
    when i sTarted this whole blog adventure iN and as
    Witness for God oF Nature that came weighing
    in at lEast 3.3 million words by that 911
    day in 2016.. as the sixth book
    whole as such..
    SonG oF mY
    soUL
    as copied
    and pasted
    on the other
    two longer lived
    Google Blogger
    Blogs too.. and sure
    one could name this
    a 16th chapter too.. this
    “12 MilLioN Thanks Giving Words
    of 2016”.. And another entire book too..
    of over 200K words but better yeT put
    a milestone of a 7th books of an entire
    12 MiLLioN words as ALL liFe experience truly IS A Book oF liFe..
    AnyWay..
    surELy
    it’s alWays
    a record year to me..
    and so much more fun
    with zero contingencies
    of any
    Caesar
    coins..
    likes..
    shares..
    followers..
    or anything
    else
    but
    thanks
    and giving..
    7th book 7th
    seal what ever you call iT it’s heAR..
    And now for sun
    and sand
    dance
    as life
    both
    SinGs
    and
    DancES when FReED..:)

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14. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 23, 2016 at 3:10 PM

    WeLL.. at this point
    after a quick jaunt
    to see what’s going on
    at dVerse for tHeir Tuesday
    prompt on City niGht liGhts.. there
    are only 12 liNks noW and.. i reAlly
    like my FriEnd Kim there as she alWays
    seems to recognize my humanity when i
    visit her with poetic comments with at least a like
    or smiley face.. and surely tHeRE are soMe barren
    deserts.. i have been to as far as reciprocal social communication..
    goeS and she is the current prompt maker for Tuesdsay in poet style..
    but hey.. to reAlly
    get strong
    inSidE
    ya have
    to leARn
    iT like you
    do in school..
    with few rewards
    and even almost zero
    affirmation or even nay saying
    aS it’s not everyone that writEs a
    continuous free verse poetry novel on the go..
    hehe.. yeah.. it’s kinda like the Walrus.. to truly
    explore the extanTs of creativity one must free associate
    as many different factors.. variables.. and unnamables to get
    to the crux of
    something
    new
    and
    even
    exciting
    in new frontiers
    of inner UniVerse
    of being human as Rod
    Serling might still say and do..
    oh.. what a social critic he was and
    sort of misanthropic too.. and to tale the
    trUth i have yET to lose all hope in the human
    race or otherwise what good would it be to do my
    best in my own ‘little’ effort to help out.. so.. here i go..
    at this point.. 12 liNks sounds like a breeze.. not sure how
    iT will fiT iN WiTh the Song but iF i listen to iT while i read
    it wiLL likely
    fiLter in
    as this
    entire
    eARTh
    is a city
    liGht at
    niGht seen from
    space as the liGht
    of Human becomes dArker
    in replacing sunliGht with electronic
    bulbs of whatever they are noW making
    those things out of Now attached to brick
    and mortar and steel and such structures..
    i’m not much for height or skyscrapers.. i’m
    more down to earth with cat paws glued to sand
    and sun
    in joy..
    but never
    the less i can
    liGht uP a Super
    WalmARt or a Dance
    Hall at niGht in liGht
    WiTh more than those bulb
    constructs of and in buildings at night
    and cities of human made liGht same..
    hmm.. A light is generated from within..
    too.. better
    experienced
    than seen..
    city..
    or town
    or dance
    hall.. same even
    Super Walmart now
    with Turkeys lining uP to STiLL be bOught..;)

    Hi.. Kim..
    City liGhts
    are nice but here
    not as colorful as beach
    niGhts.. what i really love
    mosT iS diatoms
    iN Summer
    sAlt water of
    Gulf Ocean
    EvEnings where
    sand exists beyond
    toes to dreAms of
    love as
    shore
    lines wash
    humans togEtheR mOre..:)

    just a note here..
    i remember a deep
    sadness on Christmas..
    actually a jealousy in
    the dead zone days.. where
    my mother had lined cards
    up from all her friends over the
    years and that was missing conspicuously
    from the mantle of
    my
    home
    life then..
    yeah.. sure.. perhaps
    it’s a woman thing
    and not a man
    thing to have
    long life
    friends particularly
    when girl ones find husbands
    and move on as such.. and life goes
    on.. anyway.. i write greeting cards every
    wHeRE i go.. just ’cause i can.. and trUly
    they come from heARt wHether the stranger
    sees me as the friEnd i see them
    as or not..
    hmm..
    it’s like
    school.. you
    do it for the doing
    with never a reward
    more than
    a grade
    of pass
    or fail…
    i choose to pass..
    iT
    oN..;)

    Now back
    to greeting
    folks in Fredmark way..;)

    DArk roads passing by college
    dormitories lit up with students
    warming each other
    with school
    day ways
    of life..
    commuter from
    small town way..
    peanut butter sandwiches
    munched in car to survive..
    oh.. i wanted
    to be
    a member
    in a larger
    fraternity/sorority
    of the human race much
    more.. just me then and
    A 11 year old Ford Maverick
    in colder cloudy November nights/days
    there in parking lot.. with crumbs
    of bread
    from
    sandwiches
    falling
    to
    vinyl mats colder
    skies of grey
    night lone
    and
    darker
    lit windows
    of car liFe school..:)

    Indian skylights
    oF all the worlds
    shine acCoss the
    sky.. no depths of limits
    as far as eYeS can see..
    or are they
    hanging
    lights
    on
    flat
    land.. so.. far…
    iMagiNations carry..:)

    Well.. my friEnd..
    considering i just
    used A day in the
    life for a muse of
    just another free verse
    line in a day of me.
    i’ll go with
    Abbey
    Road/
    Lane
    and London
    as my guess on
    wHere this bench
    and cobbled sidewalk
    of historial significance
    winds on as street liGhts
    shimmer stones of memories more…
    if not..
    just
    another muse..
    seriouSly.. iF all
    news becomes muse..
    it’s hard to be disappointed
    by night
    lights
    or
    dArk liGhts new..;)

    Ugh..
    yeah..
    erbiage..
    that smell..
    that concrete
    midnight city taste..
    something
    empty..
    so
    long..
    so long
    from home..
    gone…
    night
    lights
    sAd
    SonG..:)

    sMiLes.. i grew up
    on the shore of a river
    downtown where a five and dime
    was the meeting place then..
    replacing the
    area of
    home
    with a river
    walk.. a place noW
    of bands and mingling
    red state folks in Summer
    and even fall Now too..
    but sure..
    a River
    is always
    an attraction
    beyond concrete
    lights and stores..
    bottom lines.. nice to see
    people now togetHeR.. further
    than a Walmart and Mall Aisle..far..;)

    Night walkers.
    vampires of the
    night in spirit escaping
    broad day light oF eYes
    that no longer stand A Sun..
    i literally was
    one of those
    creatures for
    years before.. my
    friend.. without
    the ability to
    physically
    tolerate
    light or
    sound..
    symptom of
    the worst pain known
    to mankind.. tolerated as
    hell.. type two trigeminal
    neuralgia from wake to sleep
    for 66 months total.. in real hell here..
    3 am.. the only time i went out when all was
    quiet.. and street liGhts lit eYes behind sHades
    like the noon day sun.. what i did lEArn then
    was
    to
    look
    within
    as tHeRe
    was no longer
    any place outside
    otHer than dARk..
    how happy i was
    to finAlly
    fiNd
    liGht
    inSide
    impossible
    to extinguish now
    more as the blind and
    deaf in pain lEArn to see inside..:)

    i must say..
    i would love
    to see the Eiffel
    tower all lit up at
    niGht
    but the
    wife.. oh
    no.. her
    OCD
    would
    say it’s
    crooked.. i gotta
    get out of here and
    straighten those towels across
    the bathroom wall..
    and no.. i’m
    sort of
    not
    kidding..
    and thanks
    God.. she keeps me in line2..
    sort
    of..;)

    sMiLes.. can relate
    with Dysautonomia..
    they say a life long condition..
    not technically detected until
    my late 40’s..
    but well
    before
    then..
    in an emergency
    room.. they could
    find no blood pressure
    for me too.. it was a bit
    of a religious
    experience
    i might
    say too..
    at 21.. then..
    for them at least.. hehe..
    but wasn’t much fun in a real way
    later in life when i almost did not recover.. with a side
    of total exhaustion to exacerbate the symptoms then..
    interestingly.. aspects of it do mimic Addison’s disease..
    and for me dancing like an Olympic athlete with strength
    training same
    makes it
    non-existent
    in symptoms now..:)

    LiGhts of Christmas
    niGhts before A Sun
    makes a three day sTall
    in the sky and moves toward
    A liGht of Easter and SprinG
    sAMe of new and floWerRinG liFe
    more after fAll and
    WiNter
    to SumMer’s
    bRing oF beauty more..
    City liGhts of liFe SpRing2..
    eventuAlly
    from
    WiNter
    dARk..
    Other than that
    Hi.. Lynn.. nice to
    see you at the end aGain..
    celebrating my 16th chapter in 2K..sixteen..
    of a 7th book totaling 12 million words tomorrow..
    giving thanks more..
    in 6 years..
    as just
    a note..
    aNotHeR
    beFore
    i DancE and SinG oN..:)

    sMiLes.. if tHere
    was anyway i could
    explain the office
    politics of night
    lights
    in big
    cities..
    to my
    cat he would
    just shake his
    head and say
    shake
    his
    head and say..;)

    i most often find
    as a dragon
    of late
    night
    dance
    i get so
    many more
    dances when i
    drag no fair maidens off into the
    night
    as
    words
    get
    around
    about dragons..
    and on top of that
    my wife IS A fairest of them all..
    and i’m
    sort of
    kidding
    and i
    am
    not..
    as some
    of this i can
    prove in broad band online..;)

    And as ending note here as i consume
    all twelve links as poet dragons will..
    i trust no
    bible
    that
    has no
    lust and or
    humor inserted
    free verse aS Such..;)

    5:08 pm 11232016..:)

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15. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 24, 2016 at 9:56 AM

    Routines

    Ha!.. guess.. i’ll go first..
    first of all i have an actual
    Syndrome named Asperger’s..
    diagnosed at age 47.. only as
    a side note of physical illnesses and
    such at that age coming from severe
    and chronic 2 year fight or flight stress..
    yes.. for 2 years or so in the work place..
    somewhat common these
    days as multi-tasking
    humans to
    death
    per efficiency.. humans
    as tools has now become
    a new age rule.. anyWay..
    repetitive restrictive special
    interests.. is a natural routine of that
    syndrome.. and for me it’s a numbers
    game as you may have guessed by now
    already.. hehe.. moving from 18 years at the
    same job at a Bowling Center.. part of 25.. working
    for the government and eventually moving up a ladder
    to the stress part of that and watching children grow up before
    from baby to having children age then in a cheers like environment
    where a significant portion of the population of the town could recognize
    me as the Bowling Alley guy.. 8 years in college for 4 degrees.. before the
    5th.. actually.. with kindergarten and 12 years before the 1st Associate’s degree..
    Bowling Alley routine.. hey.. yep.. any job will do better than none.. haha.. and
    then a close to 33 month stint without effective use of eyes and ears to
    get mostly shut in like the Hunch Back of Notre Dame with the worst
    pain known to humankind that went 33 months more after i started
    writing one word coming to 12 million online today.. as this is
    the day i celebrate that 6 year routine and numbers too.. and
    yes.. another routine i picked up was responding to every
    single post Prajakta has written in about 2 and
    a half years now.. after meeting her
    writing on dVerse.. as i enjoy
    the fact that she writes
    about something
    different
    and interesting
    every time i come here
    that broadens my understanding
    about how she looks at life as a young
    professional woman working in India..
    where i find from my online adventures
    that these people living there i meet in broad band way..
    are almost always nice without fail.. could have something
    to do with tHeir overall respect for nature.. as the monkey roams
    free.. hehe.. too.. over there.. not so much over here.. and that is
    kinda sad as dominate nature is kinda the rule of routine here..
    ugh.. as the smoke stacks continue to pollute the air.. not
    as much.. at least.. what else.. well that’s probably
    enough as you know
    i
    could
    go on..
    but for now
    Happy days here..
    alWays a pleasure
    to visit my friEnd from
    India.. Prajakta.. and i like
    the way that names sounds
    as it seems so so original.. too..
    and of course PS.. dance walking about
    6500 miles now in 39 months every place
    i go in public where mostly the entire metro
    area has totally forgotten i was the bowling
    alley guy and am now called the dancing guy.. life is good..
    like Forrest Gump says too.. if you saw that movie..
    as the
    feather
    floats
    life wHeRE the flow goes..
    as just another routine dances and sings..
    as i ready for my 136th dance week tonight
    with all the cool college age folks here
    in the metro are dance hall.. and
    add to my collection of
    over a thousand
    photos of
    sweet
    smiling
    young
    women
    dancing with me around
    3 AM iN new age selfie style too..
    as a feather continues to get around..
    in somewhat super epic
    routine.. iN
    SMiLes
    Style.. thanks.. for giving.. i needed
    this prompt today.. iT fits wRite iN.. as routines do..;)

    *metro area
    (also a very
    strange perfectionist
    i am too..;)

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16. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 24, 2016 at 9:09 PM

    What better day than
    Thanks Giving for family
    memories.. Father and Mother
    back in ’59 marriage.. And Grandmother
    on Mother’s side at age 56.. yes ..my age now
    in image below.. on
    the left on her river
    front home in Down
    Town Milton with
    my Father’s
    Mother..
    my Grandmother
    on his right here at age 47..
    and my Father at age 27 in both
    photos and Mother at age 24.. marriage
    ages for both back in ’59.. in Down Town Milton..:)

    No doubt.. an after
    Saint Rose Catholic
    Church photo.. somewhere
    around 7 or 8 years old
    with Mother of
    course.. sister
    at 6 or 7.. and
    my Mother’s first
    Ford Fairlane car
    in the background on
    River Front home and
    i wasn’t quite what one might
    name as photogenic back in those
    days
    never really
    looking at the
    camera it seems..
    anywhere but and that
    issue wasn’t over then..
    oh the
    wonders
    of the Forest
    Gump Autism
    like spectrum as such..;)

    See.. i told ya so..
    while i have no problems
    smiling at a selfie..
    it becomes
    ‘a little more’
    complicated when
    someone else takes the photo..
    for this Thanks Giving Day photo..
    2016..
    with Mother
    at her apartment..;)

    And.. finAlly.. a somewhat
    Nuclear Family photo
    with Mother
    and Wife
    Katrina.. also
    celebrating T-Day
    2016.. hmm.. as now
    i ready for Thursday Night
    Metro Dance Celebration with
    all the Cool Turkey Day folks
    at old Seville Quarter
    for the 136th week..
    running behind
    on today’s
    Celebratory 723rd
    Macro Verse for “12
    MilLioN ThanksGiVinG Words 2016”..
    after a long day visiting Katrina’s family
    too.. with a few photos coming of that too
    in the coming Macro-Verse iF it
    gets finished before
    dance commences
    with more photos of that
    coming around 3 am in the
    wee hours of bLack
    Friday shopping
    with no
    matter what
    goeS oN tHEre..
    i’d rather juST SinG and DancE..
    keep on keepinG on whiSpeRing a
    messAGe of more.. sounding a horn
    or such as celebration at the end
    and the beginning
    sAme
    alWaYs
    noW..
    as ending trivia
    note at the of my
    second grade year
    at a Catholic Private School
    in Tallahassese.. they voted
    me Wittiest Boy and i had no idea
    what Witty meant then in metaphor
    ways.. as i sWear.. bEinG a clown cAme
    all natural to me..
    then
    2..;)

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