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The prompt!!!

O.k,here I go found this other prompt also interesting since it was deep. So I´ll try myself to be deep. That´s going to be a challenge.

Here it is“Wish you could change your past? Learn to let go and create a life you love!!!” | Kruti Mehta which is a talented and full of of potential writer so…..hit it!

1) What I absolutely love in life? So just one pick? I´ll give it a shot. I love my family don´t know how in the world have they taken me back at age 30, but I´m quite certain that if I hadn´t entered the ICU and been diagnose with severe pancreatitis I would have never re established my relationship with them. And chances that I´d be dead by now are quite real.

2)What are my greatest accomplishments in life so far? Staying sober. That´s a fucking battle day in day out. No break, even worst than military discipline.

3)What would I stand for if I knew no one would judge me? That´s a hard one for me, I do suffer from a condition, a chronic one named “shameless”, so I really don´t give a fuck what people say about me in a negative way. I can´t figure this one out, holy shit. I don´t care what people think of me. I´ve been staring at the screen for a couple of minutes and nothing has popped up in my little head. Maybe peace in the world would be a nice answer, but not really I stand for that(it´s just impossible to ever be peace if your realistic about it you can hope all you want but then there is reality) since I´ve actually contributed to completely the opposite. That´s fucked up that I really can´t come up with an answer. I just stand for what I belief regardless of who judges me.

4)If my life had absolutely no limits and I could have it all and do whatever I wanted, what would I choose to have an what would I choose to do? I would choose to have a pretty lovable funny smart wife, two kids a girl and a boy and I might as well just add a house in the prairie. I´d definitely choose to write and earn a living with it.

5)What would I do if I had one billion dollars? Buy myself a woman with the same characteristics  I stated in number 4 including the two kids but instead of a house just a mansion in the prairie. Help returning veterans integrate themselves back into civilian life. Give some dough to my parents. Help Alcohol and drug addicts. Create a magic pill that will make you vomit if you drink alcohol or take drugs.

6) Who do you admire most in the world? Sounds cliché, but it is my parents without a doubt.

So here it is my prompt from other prompt….? Man, that didn´t sound deep at all. Maybe check out what the other person said since I´m quite certain he or she, you can never be sure who you are talking through this internet thing….just kidding. Anyways, she actually did write a more profound and deep blog.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

 

 

Period time ladies….Run men run!

I was just thinking it´s that time of the month when women start acting a little bit stranger than they usually do and this scares the shit out of me….and my dogimages-1. I´m not in a relationship now, which I´m actually glad. Plus I never been good at it. I do have some strange frightening memories when that day came and…..well, the shit hits the fan. Plus I still have nightmares, actually I think a lot of men suffer from PTSD after living through this month after month. Forget about wars, that´s nothing compared to my nightmaresDownloadedFile-5. Not cool. As a younger guy when I was 15 and had my first girlfriend, when she told me we couldn´t go “wiky wiky bang bang” I thought why not? Why is she so pissed off today? What´s wrong with this girl……my confusion turned into desperation and then I asked my biology teacher about it and he responded…DownloadedFile-3. But that didn´t really work. If I shut up and nod and smile at what she said  and told her she was “right” on whatever she would be saying she would get pissed off which actually confused me and depressed me even more, look itimages-4.I was miserable, staring down at my toes. No wonder I took up drinking, maybe that´s the reason why I like the bubbly bubbly Champaign. I found the answer! Women are responsible for my liking of the bubbly bubbly. They are to blame. Jesus imagine if they where two in the house…….DownloadedFile-6 Not even the U.S army could handle it. It would be a general retreat from that combat zone.

Then I figured there has to be a way to deal with this in some form, some kind of understanding. But the Eureka moment never really came up until today when I was in all places sitting in my Throne, some people refer to it as toilet, no is not, is a Throne where great ideas are born in my head, people probably won´t admit it but that´s really the place of inspiration for me and my guess for three quarters of humanity and I was so gladimages-5, maybe a little too glad. I just got carried away sorry but it was wonderful to have that revelation while sitting down doing my thing and ofcourse smoking my cigarette. You just can not go to The Throne empty handed, it´s a religion to me to bring my smokes in. So now I have the answers for men around the world, when you wake up and see her undies that look like thisimages-2 I have the solution now.

We as males have to be understanding since it´s impossible to put ourselves in her shoes. So here is my new found revelation.

1.)Make her feel good about herself, compliment her, say how beautiful and intelligent she is. For as long as that thing stays in her. Boos her morale up.

2)Help her out with small chores or errands, take some of the weigh off her shoulders and give her time to relax.

3)Comfort her, give her a message or something.

4)Make her feel loved and appreciated it. Tell her how lucky you feel she´s in your life. Call her or email her if she´s at work.

5)Don´t act disgusted. If she tries to talk to you about it, do not say ” Go talk to one of you girlfriends” That´s a real no no. You have to “man up” and go get her “girl” stuff, like tampons and pick her up some chocolate and her favourite magazine while you´re at it.

 

Overall……..just be a wussy if you don´t want to have a civil war.

Still love you ladies.DownloadedFile-9

 

Stay Frosty gents and specially gentesses.

I´m a non profit organisation!(pic´s)

DownloadedFile-2 And that´s why I was born. I was born not a normal kid though, since and early age I was already thinking about partyimages-2 but I did have a good taste for wines though. I grew up a little and tried to help dad in every manner possibleimages-5maybe I was a bit confused as to how to help our elderly but he did have a good time, he lived happy happy happy man. Then he died, but he died with a laugh. Just my little contribution without expecting nothing in return. I spend some time with girls who had lost their track in life also and where going through some rough moments or they where a bit misguidedDownloadedFile but after they had spend several weeks with me and got to know my dog who is a lovely creatureDownloadedFile-3 they started to realise that they lacked something in life, specially when I started speaking randomly DownloadedFile-1 they got this spark in their eyes a spark that made them realise that they needed a shift and find someone better  someone who truly fulfilled themimages-7 because they finally realised thisimages-8

So I did my contribution to humanity, for the other sex so they could finally be happy as a hypo and I didn´t expect anything in return. That´s just me. Your welcome.Foto 198

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Thanks (poem-prompt)

write-a-poem-of-thanks-to-someone-who-would-least-expect-itPoetry Prompt 6 – An Unlikely Thank You | Pooky’s Poems

 

I don´t know how you do it

it´s probably boring to talk about this topic since it´s very used

but you are the one and only

solely you do it .

 

Just for me, you where the prom queen, you where beautiful, still are, you had a career in theater

and then you left everything just to take care of a young little monster.

 

You raised me all by yourself, went to all my soccer games, made sure I did my homework, feed me healthy food

and gave me unconditional love.

 

Why do all that?

 

I have no clue,

you´re like the colour blue

bright, always happy and the strongest person with a lot of clue.

 

Then I became a big monster, lived a life of hardship´s because I chose too, gave you headaches when I was deployed in some strange places of the world, drinking myself to death later on, getting arrested, but you……………….

Are still here. The colour blue. My colour blue. I love you………Mom.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The good Shepherd.(Flash fiction)

I just woke up to a buzzing sound, it was almost as a fly was buzzing inside my head. I looked around more disoriented than my grandmother being stuck in a disco. Finally I saw it, it was the alarm clock sitting on the wooden little square table right next to my bed. I´v been activated. The mission has just started.

I quickly shower, shave, come my dark hair take a quick glance at the mirror and it almost cracks from the beauty emanating from it. I put on my best suit. A black suit white shirt and black tie black shoes, I almost look like the men in black. The only exception I´m not black like Will Smith, apart from that little hiccup I look the part. I ran like a gazelle and get into my car, it´s fifteen years old but it´s a jaguar, I should be able to do this. I´m able to do it.

I finally arrive, I see the crowd walking in. This is my time, the Shepard has come to dominate and infiltrate. I go through the back entrance, I take a quick glance to my right then to my left, sweat is starting to accumulate in my head but I quickly wipe it out with my right sleeve which leaves a white stain and this was not part of the plan. I should look immaculate but I have my plan B. I curse under my breath, I tell myself to stay calm. It´s my mission. I gently open the door and peak in, I thank the Lord he´s there. I make my way into the podium as all the people are sitting down looking back and he is still as a mannequin.

“Hey.” He whispers from within the casket.

Come on, this can´t be happening, I turned around try to be calm and tell him “Shut the fuck up, and lay still, dead don´t talk, remember?”.

“Screw you, you better give me the money.” He responds but I ignore his words.

I have to keep my head level headed, this is the time. All my family and friends have come. It took two weeks of preparation and I´m not about to butch up the well rehearsed plan right now. I scan the audience, they are now all sited in the church, I made a little contribution two weeks ago by giving the father two thousand dollars to just let me have this Sunday the whole church for me and for the rest of the audience and go pray with his flock somewhere else. First he said no, then I pulled the one hundred dollar bills out off my pocket, he started crying, thanked me and told me that God be with me. I thank him and surely hoped God will be on my side when the day came. I keep scanning the audience and finally see it. It´s time.

“Thank you all for coming, the priest unfortunately couldn´t come. He suffered a heart attack this morning and died. God is with him, he couldn´t be in a better place.” I see the people gasp and other just look at each other with a contorted face, they can´t comprehend, they can´t believe their ears. But that´s why I took communication classes in Eureka University. So I press on.

“This is a very difficult time for me, thank you all for coming from all around to this small town, I know you´re bussy with your life´s so I truly appreciate you taking the time to mourn with me.” I let  my voice quiver and let out a little single tear come out of my right eye, fuck that thing I put on before on my eye for crying hurts. I scan and she´s crying too. It´s working.

“John was a good man.” I say as I place my hand over the coffin.” Most of you don´t know him” Nobody knows who John is or if the person sitting right next to him knows who he is or not. Nor do I for that matter.But as I expected everyone acts like they knew him, they all nod in unison.

I tell them to pray with me and after the prayer they all walk up to the podium to say one last good by to John. And the tenth person coming is my dear Christina, she´s weeping. She left me about a year ago, said I was not the marrying material and that she wanted to have a family I don´t remember what I responded since I just got back from watching a football game and was pretty much shit face. The next day I woke up and she was gone, but now she´s back. My time to terminate my plan. She hugs me, and says she has missed me and that she´s very sorry for my friend John. I nod and say I´m a strong person, that my life has made a three hundred and sixty degree turn. I´m still me, but a better me I tell her. She smiles and gives me her card with her phone and tells me to call her later on in the day. She kisses me on the lips, good sign. She walks up to the casket.

“Aaaaaaaa!”

“What the hell?”

“Mickey, O my God Mickey, what happened!” She´s crying and looking at me. I´m a bit confused.

Out of nowhere the freaking manikin the dude I met yesterday and gave him five hundred dollars in advance to play dead and told him I would give him the other five hundred after the deal was sealed, the bastard jumps out of the coffin, I see old woman starting to faint all around me, an old man is grabbing his chest as if he´s going to have a heart attack.

“Christina!” I love you. This so called Mickey guy says. Christina faints.

Now I´m freaking confused,this is not going as I mapped it out in my head. Not going at all.

My face is turning red now. But I tell myself to keep calm, ” Alleluia!” I yell from the top of my lungs. “I prayed and I saved! It has come true, the miracle has come true.” I walk up to this idiot Mickey, hug him and whisper in his ear that I´ll give him ten grand if he just walks away. He suddenly turns around and starts running though the middle of the aisle of the church screaming “Thank you Charlie, Thank youuuu!!”

People start hugging me, some just lay on the floor unconscious. They tell me I have been sent here by God. Christina wakes up and old people tell her what happened and who I truly was, or better what I had become. She hugs me and tells me she want´s to marry me. I ask her how she knew about the supposedly dead guy, which has almost bankrupt me the bastard. She said she had a fling for him but it was a long time ago. I ask her if it was during while we where together. She just looks down. I know now. What a bitch I think, all this effort and money spent and she was screwing this idiot? I walk out of the Church, lit a cigarette and tell them to screw them all. I have better things to do. So I walk to Jimmy´s bar and order my usual beer.

Once the switch it fliped, you can see it.

I have feeling that more than a blog it´s a diary this thing.

So here we go again.

Once the switch it flipped you can see it and you keep them there.

I guess it´s life, or my little battle with life and I guess, just a guess, that everone has their battles in life…..and if you don´t have them you are strange.

 

So there goes the saying in bold letters, once you see how the guy is, and you see how the fuck he is being a dickhead, just be smart, talking about me. Not giving anybody any lessons here. But once you see how he is, how he reacts to certain things and then it´s you time.(Specialy if he´s a bastard like my “boss”).

 

Long story short, working in construction, in construction means that I´m painting. And unfortunately I´m not painting Picassos. The shit face “boss” who he puts up more coke up his nose than a coke addict(did that meke sense?), you don´t know when he is going to send us to work, I guess it´s Spain. When is he appear, since me and two more are waiting since 8 in the morning, you don´t know when are you going to have your so called brake from work. And what do I do?

I do something good, yeeeehaaa! I get in the first internet caffe without drinking or somoking joints which everybody around me is doing.And the best part is that they ask me where I have been, going to tell you? NO.

And start writing. the fucked up thing is that I can´t read ya, and I like what I read so that´s why I read.

Going back to the title, once you can see the guy what he does why he does it and why he does it, you read it, you hold it, and YOU keep them there.

Stay frosty gents and gentesses.

 

Poem,Don´t start a fight but you finish it.

THis is a good sentence, which by the way in my life I found it to be true. SO HERE IS MY ATTEMPT TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT IT.

Why do you start a fight?
It is not night,
So go and fight.

Fight or flight?
What is it with you?
I´ll tell you….fuck you!

I did start a fight,
I wanted that fight.

I was twenty one,
and that one I have fore a life time of one.

But either goes for the civilian world,
My world.

I do start a fight, because it´s my life.
I have to fight for me life,
at the end of the day who the fuck is going to fight for you?

Only you.

Stay frosty gents and gentesses.

Poesy of crazy person.

Fuck you,
screw you!

I know why…..Screwby!

Why?

I know why.

So you know what I say,
I don´t know what to say,

Just flying with words,
I know what words
cause I create the words.

Did I just repeat myself?
………………………………………………….

Fuck you!
screw.

The cow goes mewww..What?

Screw me,
I think it´s me.

I´m working here! Rant cause I can´t read ya

Love to work….naaaa, love the money….yep. It´s hard now a days in Spain to have a job and my job is paid in “black”money as they call it here in Spain. Which basically means you don´t pay shit to the IRS(The Spanish version called Hacienda). My job, it´s back breaking and I don´t have the best back in the world. It´s a painting job. And I´m not talking about painting Picassos, I spend between 8-12 painting a fucking house and the best is my cool boss. Which I or the other two that are working with me have a clue when this shithead is going to appear. So basically I can´t schedule my day.I can´t write, or the little time that I have or he let us have likely better said I get myself in one of this shitty internet caffes that we have in my cool country called Spain and just type away some screwby post. But that is not what pisses me off, what pissess me off, and I´m not bullshiting here, is that I can´t read other blogs. Until tomorrow that is if the bastard finishes the job. Or better said if the bastard tells us when is he going to appear. You got to see this guy….snorts more coke than I don´t know what to compare it but he snorts aaaalot. And that´s the problem, the job should have last 5 days, it is good money, at least for me it´s about 535$ but in euros. Again it is backbreaking labour but yet again I need the money so I just shut up do the job and put up with this fuckhead. I can not, I can not do what I love to do. Which is read other writers….yo! wordpress, yep I love reading the people or better said what the people write about. It´s interesting, refreshing, and more important to me it is that is productive. So screwby this crack head nut job,he tells me that tomorrow I have to stay again, going to stick the brush up his ass. No problem though, since they pay you by day, so I could or maybe I should go today. But another day would mean 80 euros in my pocket so I´l fucking stay today and break his neck if he tells me some stpid shit tomorrow. That is how the jobs are in this fucked up country. I can´t do what I fucking love which is read blogs, read about how to write a novel which I´m writing a novel while I read about writing novels. Go figure how the fuck is that going to turn out. I can read, but I didn´t bring the books I have at home that are in English, I can´t read the people that so kindly read me. And I read them, why? Easy, I like what they write about. Reading from poetry to nutty stuff like my own writing. Everything in between. Fuck, I even follow and viceversa that put up photographs. And I love it. My motto, try to learn everything although probably at the end of the day you´ll end up using one quarter of what you´ve learned. But it still stands, it´s a good motto…I think. So this is my fucking rant, I did post something jus right now, some poem I think, but that was saved in drafts. I clever. Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Screwby love of a poet.

You love me,

I love you,

screw by you.

Mew mew, goes the cow.

Wow wow,

goes Mr. Mew.

Screw you that goes by you.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Fuck me,

You yeeeeeeee!

Screwby, by by.

Aaaaaaaand, I don´t know why,

sky

sky dive.

Untile life.