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.