Love

Love is dead 
Romance is dead
Trust is dead 
Faith is dead
death is dead
Truth of the game trust no one 
I'm a pirate that sails the concrete seas in search of something she knows she'll never find.
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Life and death

 Welcome to his ceremony
                       Unholy Matrimony
                       All out of tune
                         A drunken mess in distress
                        Waiting for his pills to kick in 
                           his head in a swoon
                             He sits alone  
           The pain of reality cuts thru' him like a knife
             
                  He's caught in the sea of sands 
                       His dreams have all unravelled before him
                   Beyond all memories ,time and space 
                     All has been erased

            A coward an ill fuck plagued with memories 
           Cursed and under a spell he just can't
          shake these demons loose straight to hell

                  Now left alone listening
                                               watching
                                                 looking
                                                  hearing 
                                                   seeing 
                                                    staring 
                                                     sleeping 
                                                       waiting
                                                         wanting
                                                            full of sorrow
                                                             tears 
                                                              blank
                                                                contemplating
                                                                   meditating
                                                                    theorizing
                                                                     philosophizing
                                                                       standing
                                                                         sitting
                                                        Just wondering if he's coming or going
                                                             Tho' nothing is happening
                                                                 
                                                                  Life and death
                                                               within every breath
                                                           This could be you, this could be me
                                                                    This is mortality Reality.
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Whatever happened to chuck? The story untold.‏

So early in the Happy days series both Richie and Joanie had a brother chuck. Somewhere in the first season he was missing but never reported as such. Seemingly to have vanished no mention was ever made of the missing son/brother. This is the undocumented story of chuck, the missing Cunningham

It was June of 1965 chuck and his basketball team were on a road trip to a neighboring town for a match. The driver Arthur Fonzarelli was a little tired. He had been drinking throughout the day and due to the lax DWI laws at the time the odor of gin on his breath was ignored by school officials. At a high rate of speed he took the turn at elm creek lost control and flipped the bus 16 times. chuck was found days later face down in a puddle deep inside the woods having been thrown from the bus he cracked his vertebrate survived the fall but drowned in the puddle while unconscious and paralyzed.

The news rocked the Cunningham household. Immediately Mr.c started a high level of alcohol consumption that eventually left him jobless and impotent.

Mrs. c started fearing losing the house and having to take over the head of household role tried to find employment. But sadly due to her abysmal lack of education and job skills she was found unemployable. She sank into the depths of depression eventually being led into the underworld of prostitution and hard core porn at the advice of her new acquaintances Lavern and Shirley. She had met them through Arthur  Fonzarelli during a brief but explosive affair.

The story for Richie is even more profoundly sad. Loving his brother deeply he fell into a deep dispair. He often tried to reach out to his father Mr. C but often was rebuffed with wild accusations of how Richie was responsible and flat out cursing bouts. Often he would be violently set upon by his father. Being beaten with a table leg and being told "you'll never be a DiMaggio." He took his sorrow to Al's a local eatery owned by a big man named AL.  Al had been run out of New jersey earlier in the year due to substantiated accusations of child molestation. Having saved up his money and a growing child porn industry he was able to buy the eatery with his ill gotten gains, Richie seeking the advice and comfort from a fatherly figure soon fell prey to Al's ways. He was introduced to the "dungon." A converted space under the diner that through the years to come many of Milwaukee's young population. would be visiting. Sadly this sleepy little suburb proved to be a virtual gold mine for AL since the children were often left to their own devices since most of the population was suffering from alcoholism and the children were emotionally abandoned.

Joanie the youngest was left apparently untouched by this. She had never really had a chance to bond with her eldest brother and often referred to him as "buck tooth smelly bastard" when in private. It would seem that chuck was somewhat sneaky in the evenings and after all had gone to bed would creep into Joanie's room for some "personal time" with little sister. She was happy indeed about the accident but that glee soon turned to shame as she grew older and realized her feelings inappropriate. Having a tough time battling the demons in her she was introduced to heroin from the Fonz's cousin chichi. She had gotten into a relationship that was more and more turning controlling and abusive with Chachi. Soon she was strung out and stealing for her and Chachis habit. One night in a drug fuzzed rage she stabbed chachi 59 times for taking the last of the shit. She received a lengthy jail term and was released a clean sober and educated woman. She is on tour with empowerment speeches from state to state. sadly there is only one success story and she owns it. Mr c died from a rotten liver Mrs c caught aids form "raw" videos Richie was diagnosed as terminally depressed and is still in care of the state. Fonzie still rocks the leather jacket and tours with sha-na-na.

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Scandinavian mouse

                                             I just got my little mouse in the mail today !
                                        ~This little guy will live in the new doll house~
                                            
                                              
                                   

Sneak peak of things to come

                  
                                  Oh deer!
        Let's just say I've decided to paint my own mural for the dollhouse  

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Drowning and sinkin' fast

Depressed . Sad . In despair- Can't seem to shake it off -

Slowly, my mind becomes warm -

Slowly, I start to see my life slip away-

Self- absorption 

         Self -abortion 

             Self-abuse(ment)

                     Self-amuse(ment)

                     (in the basement)

Pathetic sympathetic therapeutic all so predictable 

unstable fable of a story once told ...a thousands times 

over...dreamin' of clovers are we? 

dreaming of a dream once dreamt!?!? to the extent that you Begin to wonder that 1) never came down from that acid trip or 2( you're stuck in the in between bardo of becoming possible ? damn right so...the only thing that makes me think otherwise is that A)my friends and family still know me B)can still see my reflection in puddles, and windows -though while I've been dreamin' "dreamin'"in sleep in bed it's all the same damn thing - 

I'm drowning and sinkin' fast- 

 ''The lunatic is on the grass '' and  pissin' on it -

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The beginning and end all in one

I AM

I AM to the person the longer i'v know them

-Simple . why use long and fancy words , if

the moment has no use for em'- It's simple

The closer  I AM with someone = the easier it is to get ''into ''them-

The way we feel we know it, is full of attachment and fear

Fear is based on loss = losing 

whom or what you've grown accustomed to

I AM

I feel at this moment as tho' I AM  a character within Dostoevsky's mind

Jack Kerouac hieroglyph ..

Children's book story line...

I AM

It begins with a dot.

from this all words and from . comes 

.Symbols ,symbolic - metaphors of matador (Picasso),nor do I or would I

wish to be , though I do do find myself at times filled with jealousy-

I say to myself as different faces and traces of history and 

Ancestry and wonder what it would be like to be any(which) one 

of those beings - blessed to be human beings..

''walk a mile in my shoes then you'll know!''

I try not to judge and  I don't forget what I've been through 

Maybe at times I do takes my comfort zone and tosses it to the void!

Now what!?!?!

Have to deal with life on life's terms-

At time's easy ,at other time's you wish you never got out of bed!

An that dot- you know what is that dot is !?!?

It's a moment in gap 'tween thoughts. 'tis where I and you 

begin from- where all began and came from ...

The Cosmic Dot. The Eternal dot of awareness , of mindfulness.

When ever I fall off the path or if I stumble if I'm not too caught up

I return to the dot. 

The beginning and the end all in one.

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