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I may be able to see with my eyes, and yet, I don't understand why that I sometimes can't learn from what I see. Sometimes I discover what is keeping me from making friends when I get words in my ears that explains why I am blind even though I thought I could see with both eyes just fine.

 

Sometimes it only takes one person to remove the blinders that holds me in suspense. The words of a concerned stranger answers the questions I sometimes feel a need to shout out. I'm only blind to why everyone wants to keep me out when I only just got in! After some sympathetic words I no longer want to grin. My smile turns upside down and tears of fear flow down.

 

I bathed, brushed my teeth, shaved, combed my hair, and dressed in clean clothes, but still, I was rejected when I arrived at the hall for meeting new people and maybe finding romance. My gut tells me something isn't correct.

 

I'm white and yet I feet like I'm one of all the colors everyone white people hate. If I found love I missed the queue and ended up here wondering if I would find a space and be accepted by all of you.

 

Maybe what others see when I enter into a room is too difficult for them to take in. Maybe it is just that Adonis is my twin. Maybe looking good isn't what I need to do! Maybe I just need to know why what I thought was going to happen didn't happen. Maybe it won't happen because neither did it happen for any of you.

 

I thought I would find happiness. I thought I would find a world among my own age group that would be heavenly. I thought I would meet a young woman and she would become my bride and we would dance all our lives to the pipers tunes.

 

I think it's time for me to make something from all the scrap that I found. I could use it to make something I would like from scratch. And forget about what the world full of people say when I enter a room full of people. Only to find the crowd parts like the sea only to avoid me.

 

I guess if there is a person like Satan, a person like Lucifer, a person like me, that is not all that bad looking and never started out being mean, then I'm one of the wonders everyone has and what happens when I enter the room is my entrance make everyone feel sad.

 

I never seem to get to the place and when I do, what screams I hear tell me ears with which I hear, "THE PARTIES OVER!" Why won't you Die?!

 

For another moment in this verse I rehearse. I can say, "I did. I died. Like an actor. Over and over I found myself ended by one or another person who wanted my parts. I not only died in the scene I died off stage, and when it all is over and life reawakens me for another play, I find my part has been taken by another and I've been locked out standing in the dark."

 

So if you hear a howl off in the distance so horrible it makes you want to cry. It was likely me. Since it wasn't a planned farewell my tears flow, filling my twisted lips which wash down to my chin.

 

I wipe the soap off my face, look in the mirror, check for nicks from my blade, then brush my teeth, and brush back my hair. I look at the image to see if all the requirements I was told I must meet are there. I dress up in the lights.

 

Once more I check the mirror to see if all that is required of me is indeed met, before I go out onto the worlds stage, all prepared for another date with fate.

 

It is not a spell cast upon me. Driven only by the desire we all have. If I don't want to participate so be it, so it's just as well that I suffer from it no more. I'll live out my days retired. I only revisit where I found comfort. Sometimes with inanimate toys like a radio with the music from that box that gave me some joy and hope.

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Ah! The meaningless drivel from ages gone by. Such a wonder I have found while drinking rebounds my days at the watering hole.

 

One line always reminded anyone who started spouting off wishes that we were tired.

 

That line one of us mustered up the strength to mutter was, "Wish in one hand, and poop in the other, and see which you get more of!"

 

I can't use the "S" word here unless I spell it "Shyte", but you might get the picture anyway.

 

Well one day I wished for something that finally came true. After many years I was getting so old it was becoming difficult to poop.

 

I wished I could take a poop and I got my wish that afternoon after almost 7 full days being constipated.

 

Prune Juice!

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There are groups of people, of all ages, Day Dreaming.

 

Day dreaming about the way we would like our lives to be like when we figure out a way to make the day dream come true.

 

Day dreaming about another part to solve the mystery of life.

 

Day dreaming about making modifications to items, toys, vehicles, buildings, rocket ships. Maybe even Terra-forming Mars by sending good ants to farm there to start the process.

 

Day dreaming about the changes we will make with the tools our imaginations supply.

 

There are so many elements to be combined, so many parts to be made to complete a new design, so many people to meet from around the world, that share their Day Dreams. Day dreams that will more likely come true if we do what the wise do.

 

Learn how everything works, and then make it work for us, even if we just do it by ourselves, or with somebody.

 

Time to prepare for the next 20 years of life on the Moon, Mars, or on Earth!

 

Time to make the 21st Century the best Century for all of us to remember. The Century we took the Next Small Step and another Giant leap.

 

 

Day Dreaming Time! :happy:

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Day Dream plan.

 

There is no Day Dream plan. We start when we start and day dream until we get an idea to make our day dream a reality.

 

Some of us use our imagination until we discover a way to turn what we imagined into a model.

 

I used modelling clay the first time I thought of something supremely stupendous.

 

If there had been anyone who could have given me a few lessons in making statues bigger, then the one I made with modelling clay, it would have been GREAT!

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Day Dreamer.

 

What are you going to do; while the weather outdoors keeps you from the chores you usually do?

 

Or maybe you have an indoor chore. The tool or machine isn't working, and yet, your mind is.

 

You've got mental energy. Instead of Worry! You could use the energy to DAY DREAM!

 

Maybe even dream up a better tool or machine for your chore!

 

Or what ever?

DAY DREAM POWER!

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Day Dreaming can be done around the clock.

 

Morning, afternoon, and night. As long as you're awake and have a bunch of pep and energy Day Dreaming can take all that wasted time pondering why, (why you're awake) and make being so useful, even fun.

 

No more boring unwanted awake all night nights.

 

Day Dreaming is more fun!

 

And it might even help you get some sleep, because it might help relieve you of the energy that's keeping you awake.

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Day dreaming should be a prerequisite in U. S. A. schools and all schools around the World.

 

 

Sleep Dreams can seem so real!

 

Day dreams would be much better if they could be just as Real like dream sleep dreams.

 

They make children take naps in Kindergarten in the U. S. A., so why not just make the Kindergarten nap time into a Day Dreaming session instead.

 

I whittled on a piece of wood with a little tiny 1/2 inch folding pocket knife and the wood carving looked like a real dog about 3 inches long from back to front and 3/4 of an inch from it's settled down position to the top of it's head's ears.

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Day dreaming is a powerful condition that we, as children, and as adults when we were able, manage to do quite successfully.

 

I decided to do some day dreaming because of all the smoke from forest fires ruining any outdoor activities.

 

Because I remembered a moment that I had an idea that would have been a great plot and theme for Fallout: New Vegas I began day dreaming about creating a mod for Fallout: New Vegas I thought of. I decided to play until I reached the part where I got the idea for the mod. I began to play it to get the moment in focus where I thought it would be a good part to mod it. I nearly used up the entire day playing Fallout: New Vegas reviewing the game up to the part where I got the idea for the mod.

 

Just as I reached the point in the game, where I was inspired, my character stepped up to and passed through the casino doors in Primm where I remembered the idea occurred, and the game did a CTD. Shock! Oh! MY!

 

Oh! Well! Matinee time!

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