Wednesday, September 21, 2016

A Scooby-Doo ~)}{(~)}{(~)}{(~ Mystery #pezoutlaw


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It's a Scooby Doo Mystery?
Head Shoulders Knees N Toes
Head Shoulders Knees N Toes

Day Turns To Night, Reality Slips Away.
Yesterday was a bit unnerving for me.
My mother's been dead for about 40yrs, yet I expected her to come round the corner at any moment n tell me that it's time to come home.

This detachment from your world started when my watch was telling me it was Friday when I thought it was Thursday. (daylight savings am for pm slip up)
What bothered me the most is that I had no recollection of Thursday, nothing at all.
This error was backed up by the hay count, which also indicated it was Friday.
Add to that, the horses were still in n it was past noon.

My grip on reality is tentative at the best of times, so a lot of questions started running though my mind.
Was I dreaming? My dreams can be pretty vivid n seem quite real at times.
I used my dream escape hatch by closing my eyes real tight n opening them real fast.
Always works, nope I seem to be awake.

My father died from Alzheimer's  so I even thought maybe it was really night n this reality was the confused state that Alzheimer's victims see.

I also believe in parallel multi Universes.
You see I kinda wonder n believe that it's possible that when you die in this Universe that you immediately join with yourself in another parallel Universe to continue.
How else do you explain my survival after so many poor choices in life.

All these things went through my mind one after the other.
Here's the embarrassing thing.
I know right about here you think I'm joking or making an attempt at being clever.
Sorry I'm not that clever or funny, the sad truth is that this was my reality for about an hour.

Slowly reality crept back in, but I swear I expected at any moment my Mom would come round the next corner n say time to come home steven.

Kathy's been gone a few days n my mind gets to wandering when left untended.
Kathy is my tether to this world. 


Kathy asked me, Why the tomb stones?
She thought the image kinda grim.
No reason, I just like the pic.

One night while walking on the dark n lonely road that leads to Stonecrete Asylum, something that can't be explained happened.
I saw a bright light coming towards me from the woods behind the Asylum cemetery.
I'd heard the stories of Old Sparky.
Whispers late in the night by children to scare each other.

Old Sparky approached dragging a lightning bolt along the ground.
Using the lightning bolt like a sigh to destroy everything in his path. 
The perverse joy in his heart while working was spellbinding.
To my horror by morning I knew The Legend of Old Sparky was true.

Old Sparky was first sighted in the worst lightning storm of the 1800s.
Lightning so severe that it ripped a hole in our reality to pull Old Sparky through.
Sentenced to roam the night whenever lightning strikes searching for a way home.
Time a bitter reminder n Humanity an annoyance to be swatted.

Old Sparky just wandered around the wilderness for the first century lonely n confused.
In the 1950s he started getting angry at the encroachment of humanity on the purgatory he had been condemned to.
1951 was the first recorded event of Old Sparky.
All his previous activities were written off to bad storms n stories for children.

June of 1951 the headline read "Stonecrete Asylum, 21 Slain" in the worst lightning storm seen in 2 centuries.
Stories conflicted because the deaths took place at The Old Stonecrete Asylum.
The only surviving witnesses had been in Stonecrete Asylum so long that there account of what happened was considered unreliable.
Problem was what happened had no other explanation.

Inmates saw Old Sparky walk into the Stonecrete cemetery then seem to vanish as the last bolt of lightning struck.

Who knows maybe it's an elevator pitch?







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Monday, September 12, 2016

Things Life Has Taught Me. Pez Outlaw #pezoutlaw

 


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If you see things on the Big Ole World of the interweb & wonder why I seem to have no reaction.
I tend to stay on my own pages. When I see or am made aware of certain things, My Go To is to ignore them.
Mentally I find this to be the kindest thing that I can do for myself.
I have very precise goals, I keep my focus on them & ignore everything else. They are just distractions that hinder my objectives.
There is always a lot of Chaos that swirls around everything, that must be ignored.
Life will tell you being obsessive compulsive with tunnel vision is your burden to be bared & medicated.
Well of course that's one way if you find it to much to bare.
Ever since I was a child, You tell me I must or try to force me, My back gets up with rebellion.
I think & hope that I have learned how to use what others call dissabilities.
Well we will see?

Some think anger, profanity & hostility are the way to fight.

My 20 years in poverty taught me that the opposite is true.

Patience, calm & precision are the best way.

Hostility, Anger & profanity turn people off & send them running.

They tune you out.

This is a very long game.

Envision your goals, make them the new Hobby in your brain.
When you can see them, your actions will be guided by them.

Very important. Remove negative people & thoughts from your life. They are like Vampires & will suck the life from your dreams. It's far to easy to say I can't. The real strength is needed to say I can.

That's why I have surrounded myself with The Pezzies. I have never met a KInder, more supportive & generous group of People.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Pez Outlaw, Relentless n Shameless #pezoutlaw

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It's My Story.

I am never offended when someone unfriends me because they just can't take it anymore.

Every time somebody I know asks to be friended on facebook.
I ask them or at least think, 
Are you sure you really want this?

I often think of my methods as Brute Force.
In the vane of the old Soviet Method of re-engineering technology.
Give me something stupid, I use it.
Lack of understanding how to use something, no problem.
Just plow forward.

No fear of being trashed by someone who might take exception To Pez Outlaw Diary or a post on Notes From The Asylum.
There anger would just be free publicity.

On twitter alone I've got over 100,000 posts.
My facebook friends definitely grow weary of being the conduit to my imaginary perception of the Internet as an entity.

Anyway I'm sorry to my friends on facebook.
I'm not going to stop, but I am sorry. 

This post is a prime example.
There was a point to the Torture of today's posts on google+, facebook and twitter.

I know that I can get over 2,000 to 3,000 views of Notes Fron The Asylum in 4 hrs if I'm willing to put the work in. Today once again I proved the point. 1,100 views.

It's not about being right. Proving a point or using you.  

To the contrary I really appreciate you and the dependable interest level in Notes From The Asylum.

Anyway days like today are to show myself the strength of Notes From The Asylum, but only if I'm willing to personally put the work in.

Today though was/is a soft push,  on hard push days I max out the number of posts you are allowed on twitter within a given time period n am given a time-out by twitter.
Nowhere near close to that today.



After Pez Outlaw, I intend to retire.





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