From Day Dreams of a Spaced Out old Man comes

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You just want to be happy? :happy:

 

I had fun playing with my food until someone older then me shouted at me. Until I understood what the words were that they were shouting it made a bunch of my nerves get jangled, because it startled me. It was kind of like getting shot at.

 

By creating a mess of ideas and weaving them together I make a bigger mess. When I was sitting in the high chair, a cloth diaper was my dining attire, I was not fully aware of why it was so important to carefully shovel food out of the bowl. And before I learned the 'why' to do it I had spread the food all over the little table my bowl of food was on. Smearing the watery food around, squishing some of it, splashing it all over. It was fun. I was happy to do it.

 

Splashing water while I sat in the bathtub was fun too!

 

Now that I think about it, I remember it was fun. If I had a bathtub I might do it again. I would be the only one who had to clean it up afterward. I wouldn't mind, afterall, I had some fun.

 

But some people got frustrated by all the fun little babies have. Now that I think about it; I realize they weren't enjoying what I thought was fun. And neither does anyone I know, because they have so many labors to perform to keep their appearances up and in order. :sad:

 

They can't afford to have a FUN TIME anymore! :laugh:

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How do you like the mess, of short messes I've written while hoping to write a good story, I've made so far?

:happy:

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Good bye Ruby Tuesday

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The ways of my bed ridden mind,

 

the thoughts that arise of a kind,

 

a fiction that makes me linger,

 

makes up the lot of words with my fingers.

 

Imagine if I were to get so healthy

 

one day I could write a book that makes me wealthy.

 

A song I remember comes to mind.

 

I'm NOT Henry the eighth. I'm Not

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On I go,

to and fro

in Skyrim

before the eve.

Dragons,

Ghosts,

Ghouls,

Skeletons

all walking,

some guarding the dead,

our eyes can see.

And then there is the dread of

werewolves too

sneaking up on me

and you.

Halloween is now awakened,

peeking from within the shadows

as sunset lends them more hiding places

along the path,

all ready to

enter our Halloween dreams.

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Dress up like the old, old, old Zombies. Mouths sewn shut, rotting bodies covered in swamp scum covering some of the rotting flesh, exposed muscles, and bones exposed here and there.

 

The old, old Zombies were sent out to invite guests to the Voo Doo Ball. Literally! Couriers! They led any strangers who did not know the way that wanted in on the fun at the party. They also get the guest of honor, if they didn't pass out from fright as they were dragged and carried; screaming and kicking to the grave yard site to be the main attraction at the ball there was a little excitement as they passed through the town.

 

Anyone, in sleepy little town, who didn't want to go, or even talk about the party, just turned their gaze away and tried not to hear the guest of honor's plea's for help.

 

Bye bye love. Hello emptiness. I think I'm going to cry. (I always cry at weddings!)

 

What a difference from today's walking Dead. :devil:

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Spirits all, gathered in their gloom,

too much CO₂ filling the room,

know that Halloween will be here soon.

Come as you are, the caller says,

the dress code proposes.

Even if you don't smell like a bundle of roses.

So what if you smell like the dirt in the garden

Come as you are! Gives you a pardon.

Dressed like a mechanic,

or while dressing in a panic,

working in an Aviary

or even in a Mortuary

Some come from the gravest situations

bringing the Egyptian embalming

fluid to share.

After drinking some Egyptian beer

that is why it was made,

a drink to embalm you and give you good cheer.

on the way to the afterlifes shade

Once you imbibed no one will care.

what you wear.

When we can go to a party being our self,

called at the moment we might best not be seen,

rather then wearing a costume that's been on the shelf,

The Come as you Are, parties are THE BEST best ones on Halloween.

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If you're reading this then you're already to get started.

 

If you want to learn to mod for a game only half hearted.

 

I tell the secret of how I learned the tricks.

 

Mad at a mod is what gave me the whips licks.

 

I turned a switch I learned we all have

 

that points to our emotions.

 

Five I am told,

 

that cause commotions.

 

my anger was being charged

 

because a story in the game

 

came to an abrupt end with no plot.

 

Ooo that is what gets my energy

 

flowing to the idea aimed at

 

the invisible author we all thought

 

was skilled enough to make a

 

game we all bought.

 

It happened when the game crashed

 

those CTDs

 

I happened when the BSoD

 

Occurred again and again

 

Interrupting the part of us that

 

gives us reason to want to be

 

able to read a good story

 

without finding any pages missing.

 

Ooo! How could someone be so

 

so cruel

 

When making a story up that ends

 

or skips

 

or leaves out a part that is leading

 

us along the path we love

 

The path of our imagination.

 

I raged at the video game

 

and at my computer too, for one reason

 

or another

 

Then a magical moment came to mind.

 

I had this thought. Don't complain, but how?!

 

Out of my fury grew this idea about the story

 

or the crashing, blue screens of death,

 

All sorts of thoughts roused my ranting,

 

And then,

 

AND THEN

 

It occurred to me that I was wasting my time

 

wasting my energy

 

wasting more than familiar activities

 

Missing playing outdoors,

 

When the thought came to me on a day like today.

 

"Use the moments that the story turned to no new page

us the tools to fantasize, and build, to let my own imagination take the reigns."

 

And that's how; into modding a game for Morrowind, I got.

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I little clip of scary ghost hunting fun I realized through imagination with my creative thinking machine. An interesting point of possibility. :happy:

 

Part 1: I remember how the hotel used to be. We like to keep it that way!

 

And Part 2: The End!

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Through the window I see snowflakes swirling around in the wind. The signs for the present look like it might leave behind a blanket of snow. Leading to a cold Autumn Halloween Evening.

 

Coming Soon!

HALLOWEEN