The Flux Compacitor

By Scoundrel Ghost

Women have many fantasies. Prince Charming, Winning the Lottery and Fore Play. 

Men. Well I guess it is time travel. To go back when our bellies were flat and our hair was thick and women were tight. 

My best friend from high school sent me a picture of a glowing display on his satellite radio, it read a Motels song. Suddenly,  Last Summer,  1980, he texted, " I'd rather be listening to this on Nashville's now defunct premium rock station KDF blasting from my AM/FM radio in the dash of my truck. If had a Delorean i would spend just 3 days there".

Now his idea was simple and pure. Just to feel the his youth, smell his testosterone and drive his Ford Courier at the speed beyond its capacity just one more time, stiff armed with his buddies, weaving the back roads of his hometown.  

Now my brain can't hear a simple thought without my mind calculating the minute details of my perverse nature, arriving at intricate possibilities, outcomes and pitfalls. 

My first thought is that

I would  come back to 2013 with kids I didn't have before I went back. I've spent my life avoiding that possibility, outcome and perceived pitfall. I still don't go to the door when someone knocks. I sneak out the back and walk to one of my favorite hideouts, haunts. One can never know what comes of a one night stand. Or several. 

I go on to tell him " That's what happens when you fuck when screwing with the time space continuum."

 Additionally,

"And I'm not fucking anybody that is fat in present day. Cause I would keep thinking about and I would tell them how fat they are going to be. So fat in fact, I had to get a time machine to go back in time just to fuck you. "

I even suggested that Ecstasy would be good for the trip. 

Bewildered at my over the top, paranoid and delusional projections,

he asked if I was on drugs again. My only response to that was, 

"Well you take your trip I'll take mine. Cause girls didn't fuck that good,  we just thought did".

Obviously, I would not even bother to explain the benefits across the chasm of the two roads we diverged. 

His plan was so simple. 

Still in my mind ,I thought I was limiting myself to chicks I knew. Of course I fucked a lot of young women when I was in my 40's. Problem was they were stupid. I like clever conversation too. I want a young body that is slutty and intelligent. Such a dehumanizing pig. No telling what this hard working, intelligent father and husband was thinking. He made a simple comment that turned into a dark, pervented rant from a guy who could no longer go back or forward in life, but remain a rat running in the wheel of his mind. 

" That's not asking too much is it, a tight bodied. Intelligent slut is it?"

Silence from across the void, once again he knew and I knew  I had gone too far from a good man and friend that  I had pushed too far away a long time ago. 

I'm on a quote roll. Just going with it until its done.

By all they of is, we are too pretty, too lazy and too angry to think. 

The art of doing nothing is being without expectation. 

Never apologize for laughter, especially when it's not appropriate. 

Mother Mary  Christ fuckers!!!! 

My blog is a self designated full time job. The pay is lousy but I enjoy helping my fellow man and infinitesimally changing the world one word at a time. 

 I never said I was a peeping Tom but I'm willing. 

I want some lint on it. 

My thinker has lint all over it. 

They are needy when they have nothing  and leave you when you have nothing. 

 I am a loving sensitive, caring man and I have needs that  precede yours,   you hyper sensitive  narcotic  selfish  cunt.

An example of name calling would be Crazy Bitch. 

As in, 

"You must be one crazy bitch." However,  I would never say that. 

For every which where way you think, someone thinks you are wrong. 

 Might be a teacher, a preacher or a from around the back reacher. 

Then why solicit?oh wait. You just mean love. Love as in general. Lots of general love. My bad. I get those two things confused. Love and LOVE. 

For every which where way you think, someone thinks you are wrong.

Life is fickle in its way. One can never know when tragedy or reward will occur. It is a cyclical phenomenon. Life is just doing and having. Occasionally, one or myself will find a morsel of treasure, of salvation in another. An intimate, honest selfless connection beyond race, religion, gender, age, sexual preference and whatever typically divides a whole thing.

Is everyone in Indianapolis trying to be a race car driver or a jockey in Louisville? Because everyone in Nashville wants to be a star. 

I just play the lottery and keep my mouth shut.

One rarely hears "no" when asking, "Hey do you want to hear something funny?" But from now on,  I will until I know what kind of funny and how funny. Same thing with "crazy".

Approach with kindness and defend the meek whether they want it or not. 

Be honest as long as it is what I want to here. 

I feel like the bad wheel on a cart at krogers.

I'm strong enough to let you mistake my kindness for weakness. 

If you mistake my kindness as weakness it is ok. I'm strong enough for that. 

It's ok with me if you are mistaking my kindness as a weakness I'm strong enough to let you.  

Too late. I just fucked both of you in my mind

We like to think people care. Especially at times of pain. Friends is a relative term. Be your best friend. Be the bomb. 

We all have greatness,gifts that we were given at birth. We just have to find them. 

Whatever works will suffice. 

It's not easy working your way to the top or the bottom. 

She doesn't know who she is. You want her to know y'all. She can't. Not know that. You can't get what she can't give.  She doesn't know you if you don't let her. 

The art of doing nothing is being without expectation. 

Never apologize for laughter, especially when it's not appropriate. 

Mother Mary  Christ fuckers!!!! 

My blog is a self designated full time job. The pay is lousy but I enjoy helping my fellow man and infinitesimally changing the world.

 I never said I was a peeping Tom but I'm willing. 

I want some lint on it 

My thinker has lint all over it. 

They are needy when they have nothing  and leave you when you have nothing. 

 I am a loving sensitive, caring man and I have needs that  precede yours,   you hyper sensitive  narcotic  selfish  cunt.

An example of name calling would be Crazy Bitch. 

As in, 

"You must be one crazy bitch." However,  I would never say that. 

There Are Two Types Of People

By Scary Halloween

Those who ran to Canada and those who went to war. 

Without the wars (not all possibly) those could not flee and get to come back. Now I know some didn't flee, they stayed to fight in protest under the privilege of thosee who went to war. 

I'm not a war monger, but I do understand that Earth is primitive. I know now that it is the natural progression of enlightenment.  As much as you would like to think you are not primitive, you are. Technology is  only gadgets without God without love. 

People on Earth are  infants compared to the spiritual realm. 

But it is the dichotomy that keeps the struggle in balance, moving forward. Both sides in our time not wrong or right.  Fighting the insane for sanity. 

For me, I know this.  I also know that

shit, shallowness and stupidity from the pentacle rolls downhill and from the abyss seeps up through and

siting there trying to not laugh or go on a rant is the place of Torn.

TORN is the realization that life on planet Earth  is a house if cards. We are but cogs in the machine of absurdity.  

So, "To Be Or Not To Be?"

I prefer not to bother. I prefer to think for myself. I prefer a delusion over an Illusion.

What is the point? It is all going to go on without me. I'd rather not be known for participating in the farce, giving my manufactured consent to all the agendas of all the organizations.

Organizations are only has good has the people that run them are open, honest and fair.

I avoid organizations and their fear mongering, I just do my part in my 3 foot radius. 

Maybe I'm an anarchist but I think I'm  too indifferent for that.

Probably just a drunk. But in the end that makes me a citizen of the world. 

Where I live, I prefer the majestic gold gulp of cold nectar to the pretense of much to do about nothing. 

Bullshit is life,  beer is the reward.

And in my world  drunk and bloated, only the bartender can dance.

It is always good to move to another thing as you end a thing.

By Scoundrel Ghost

As I sit, computer nerds from the north to my left and cackling hens from the north to my right, stuck in the middle I appreciate  my southern way. 

I am solid, secure in how I learned through tradition to sit still, quiet pretending to be simple all the while lying in wait. 

A chameleon does what comes natural or a predator that  knows the value of patience. 

He says, " you are a bitch."

 I initially,  the lizard part of my brain says,

 " Don't take that shit from him. Tell him you'll bring your fists of furry that will  kick his fat sexually confused ass so fast he will find himself back to the 70's. " 

But that is just a  judgement based on his perforated leather vest and body tattoos, and the fact that he is the only one in here Cruising.  And my keen bias.

But that is one thing and my life consist of much other. 

So I defer to my  severe indifference that allows me my skippy attitude about life. 

Stay stagnant.? Or keep moving? 

I prefer to let live and let live but lie and wait, settle and score and move on. 

My Sharona Non Grata

By Scary Halloween

When she opened her mouth and spoke,  I knew I didn't want my cock in it.

My propensity for even my own drinking makes me weary, shouldn't she have been  of me?

And it clicked,

although  it is the holidays with all the  

 "three 8 balls,
two french whores
and a hotel with  a pair tree" 

hoopla 

repetitively pushing me so,

 in some Devine moment

reality hit like a sledgehammer.

Dull, hard and thick flattening my skull stunning my brain,

I reversed in an instant , a Persona Nirvana rang clear like an angel getting their wings. 

And from that point all my best laid plans had changed. 

Normally,
  I didn't  follow or like traditions.
 Especially those marred in superstition.  But that night I realized that had been doing just that.

Then and there  I knew I wanted and required something better, something real.  

At the time I didnt know what was real but I knew I had
had enough of fantasy, enough of delusion. 

The whole idea for men, for me that sex, getting laid is a priority a must to be satisfied  is bullshit. It is a practice in futility that no longer fueled my desire. The whole "Whatever gets you through the night .."  was not alright. 

Not alright anymore. 

That is how I separated from Scoundrel Ghost. How I became my own real self.  Scary Halloween. 

God bless us all. 

In Reply To The Hot Sexy Woman I Now Will Not Get To Have Sex With

By Scary Halloween

HER

"The truth is this Jesus died for our sins we have no way  to be holy to redeem ourselves.  God did it for us through His Son Jesus no other religion can you be made right with God there is only 1 truth...no considers tion is needed. "

ME

Well that's a choice. See you believe definitively  that the bible is the word of god. That is an absolution of dogma you have chosen. I respect that. But from that precipice you cannot know anything else. 

I am well read of all religions and science.

God is everything, everywhere and not just one thing.

 God is love. God is positive. 

Faith should be an educated decision, not a blind choice. 

Careful with your devotion to not to paint yourself in a corner. 

Lines get crossed all the time. 

The crusades are a good example. 

If all you have studied is the bible and you stopped there without anymore information and you plant your feet in the sand of intolerance, in the sand Christ stepped upon as he carried you when you could not carry yourself, the very same sand the bible warns you not to use as a foundation, then that is misguided knowledge. 

It is ignorance and and prejudice and ugly and not the teaching of Christ to my understanding. But that is they of intepruptation. 

Your religion is an organization made of people and people are human and human's motivations are not always godly. 

Personally,  I don't spend my time trying to define god, 

justify my relationship with god or 

god's existence,

 but rather my time is spent in my relationship with god 

and how I act on it with all kind .

"You call this a gin gimlet? Hack!"

By Scary Halloween

It's how we begin. How we are treated. Catered to that we become accustomed to a certain way of life. How we develop expectation.

I didn't start out life with the perfect gin gimlet but once I had one I want one every time after that, no matter what crappy strip mall chain shit hole bar that I have the misfortune of imbibing .

It's a fatal life error to have expectations. Unless you want to constantly be disappointed. Skilled mental navigation through what you get and what you want is required to avoid being grounded in daily disappointment. 

I see an expectation much different than a standard or a preference. 

An expectation is external, a idea of how others should behave rather than an internal, how I perceive.

I'm sounding preachy as if I've got my shit together. If you know me then you are laughing. 

But it is possible for me to know a thing, verbalize it and still be struggling to achieve it. 

I'm grateful I know not to have expectations. I know people that do. They can spend their lifetime fighting windmills only to continually have the same result, disappointment. 

Not me. I just need to improve on my indifference, my lack of expectation. I guess I think I know better not to bother.

Me in my way is my way.

By Scary Halloween

I would be happy if not for preconceived notions. 

It's a choice. Instead of waiting for external winds to catch and lift me up to nirvana, acting internally to live in the nirvana I create is the way to go. 

Easier said than done. But life on planet Earth is not easy. I don't think it should be, but at times I want it to be.

 Maybe that is hurting society. This idea life should be easy. 

We have politicians and ad executes to thank for their manufactured bullshit, bombarding us with the American Dream. 

Preconceived notions.

 Hey. Mom and dad you did alright, that is under your preconceived notions. 

As for me,

I'm an adult. Kinda. Well according to my restricted drivers license  I am of age. 

 I don't blame anyone for who I am now.  Ok I do blame me at times. 

Preconceived Notions. 

Well really who made who at this point? Am I right? Of course I am. 

Stars upon thars. Right?  Excellent!

Damn Theodore Geisel you are a prophet if there ever was one. Of course I like to think shrooms had something to do with it. 

If not, then you received the greatest gift, the most awesome birth defect.. 

He was so incite full, precise, charming, funny, kind and loving in his "children's stories".

I'm grateful for his wisdom and at the same time I'm envious and I hate him. 

Preconceived Notions. Damn them in my life, damn them with my ex wife. 

So me in my way is my way. 

It's a struggle but it is my struggle. I can't be the only one but that is irrelevant. 

Preconceived Notions.

Crap for Christ

By Scoundrel Ghost

Eventually life catches up with the superficial, those in pursuit of fame, money and power, and the followers after their eternal salvation both believing in all the shit money and credit can buy. 

I know it's cruel and futile for me to hang my salvation on the innocence of others.

But I do it. So does everybody. Hell the church taught me everything I try. 

Does the follower  know that whether one at a time or by masses flooding to mass, that the their devotion is manufactured consent? No. If they did they would rebel out of conscious choice. Hey whatever happened to that?

Dollars and power in numbers; apparently, the road to heaven has a toll booth and the road to hell is paved with devious intentions. 

Good god forgives.

Now all this rhetoric might give you the idea I don't believe in God. I do, I just don't need others to justify my belief and certainly don't need Wall Street  to edge it's funds on my devotion measured in the money I spend on the most lavish rouses of all, a birthday party. 

Hey. Don't get me wrong. Giving is good. Giving of your time, effort and love or even court ordered giving is healthy.

 But giving shit for shit's sake; swapping shit for shit because you want to be given to or because you think you have too or because you don't want to be the one who doesn't give or because everyone else is signed up for December madness?

Madness. 

Now I do like the festive cheer of lights, trees, family and friends gathered by fire, food and drink. 

Loving and being loved, sharing together is love. 

But the higher ups will not have just that. So It's all about the buy in. All good pitches have one. 

WIIIFM!

What Is In It For Me?

All good lies instill fear and offer reward.  Indoctrination begins with a lie. Santa. You devil in a red suit. 

Clever jolly saint. 

You know the Jews hate Christians for that move. Guess that is what they get for killing the son of God. Ouch. 

If I'm going for a religious WIIIFM,  I going with the Muslims. 

That whole idea about virgins. 

I look forward to my first blowjob in heaven.

Relativity Fest

By Scary Halloween 

They call me Mister Sir. 

I'm a steam rolling snow ball ever expanding in a  full throttle trajectory into a steering abyss of blunders, mishaps, tragedy and laughter. 

The stuff from which  impulse is made of, the crawling itch under  skin, a  burning singularity  in the brain that hurls the mind to the precipice of gratification. 

However, when the leap is taken, it loses its allure quickly . In fact, immediately. 

Very instantaneously , based on initial trajectory, weight, acceleration and of course distance. 

Although what might seem a lifetime regretting during the leap, it ends in the fleeting moment of initial decision.  

Only one thing to do before the grinding halt, leap again.