George Merle had to take a trip to Calgary for a medical assessment at the bidding of his union. He had to be there June 24th at 9:00 a.m. to se a Dr. Paul Darlington. George was apprehensive to say the least.

George made a booking at a motel close to the clinic. He also made a booking to fly from Regina to Calgary the evening of the 23rd.
He arrived in Calgary and took a cab to the motel near the clinic. He made himself comfortable in his room and tuned on the T.V. Around 10:00 p.m. the evening began to drag and things were getting pretty boring.
He left the comfort of his room and went out into the cool crisp night air for a stroll. He passed an all night tavern. He went in, sat down and ordered a coke.
Inside the dimly lit tavern he met a man whose name was Blakie. Blakie was dressed in,  you guessed it, black. he had a full black bear, wore a black leather jacket, and a black New Jersey Devil's peaked cap.
Blackie told George a few food jokes and they became fast friends. Blackie said he was from the Mission down the street, also they would go there later for a bite to eat. He then ordered George a drink.
When the drink arrived Blackie paid for it. George sipped the drink, it tasted good so he drank it down. The affect the drink had on him was devastating. The music became deafening, the room spun, strove lights flashed all around him. Blackie suggested the go outside for some fresh air.

Once outside, George stumbled in the street. Blackie grabbed him, kept him from hitting the ground, but at the same time surreptitiously stole his wallet. They stumbled down the street to a poorly lit doorway that read Mission of Lost Souls.

They reached a plateau and a door that said Belfry. He had the dry heaves then opened the door. The door to the belfry creaked open. His eyes took a minute to adjust to the light of the moon. There was a huge raven sitting, staring at him atop a 4x4 crosspiece that supported the bell.
Then an eerie voice that seemed to come from nowhere said, "What is your name, why have you come here?"

"My name is George, I have come to find a better way of life."
The raven began to caw loudly as if laughing at him. It flapped its wings and took off. It flew wildly right through one of the stained glass windows. There was a loud crash and scream that cried, "You will forget?"
Once again the eerie voice said, "What is your name, why have you come here?" He could not remember his own name. He was completely perplexed and mumbled, "I don't know.
He returned to the Mission of Lost Souls and thereafter became known as "Ralph." The Mission of Lost Souls had claimed its 617th victim, George Merle never made it to his appointment with Dr. Paul Darlington in Calgary on the 24th.

On Tuesday we all wound up at aunt Mary's house for a hearty fill of tea and crumpets and of course our favorite fill her delicious tide pod recipe.

It is 2am and I am finally feeling sleepy
Dream will soon inflow and they are very creepy

I break out in a sweat.
I fear I'm in debt.

It's not real but I can't help what I feel.
It's only a dream and not an endless wheel.

I once was  the cream of the crop.
No I am being arrested by a cop.

I reach under the bed for a drink.
It really isn't what you think.

Monday we play at One.
Bruce has a court and its done.

I look back at these times
I fear we will will not climb.

Thank you for reading and being there you are trooper for being there.

Never before in the history of humanity.

Has entire generation filmed so much insanity.

Can we pick up an axe and chop some wood.

Can we fix a leaking pipe and do some good.

Never before this entire generation.

Have filmed everything just short of castration.

You see someone on fire.

You only stand there and just admire.

You whip out your cell phone.

Or maybe record it with a drone.

Never before in the history of humanity has a entire generation so diligently filmed themselves accomplishing so very little.

Is the internet broken because all I seem to get are people ******* and moaning about their pathetic lives.

Yes it must be broken because people only post when they want to get high.


Oh wait let me look outside. People are walking, people are talking to one another. People are doing what people are meant to do.

Its not the internet that is broken, its the people using it that are broken.

I had a party last night yes I did. I lay in my bed thinking of what had transpired the night before. Laying here and thinking.

I was not in trouble no no no. In fact, I was getting a promotion at work and the best way to celebrate my promotion was to have a party.

Living in downtown east side was not a popular place but I was on the 12 Th floor of a condominium and my guests could access my parkade and we had security so inviting them to my party to my place was not an issue.

I had begun my shopping the day before after work on Friday. I wanted to make sure that everything I was buying was fresh and that I was not using anything that was stale or had outdated its expiry date.

I also wanted to get foods that were exotic to impress everyone. The best way to do this is to go to the Asian food aisle of Superstore and Costco. Oyster sauce sounds good, so does shrimp chips, but not to much exotic stuff, maybe some standard lays potato chips and yes dip. Chip dip, the stuff that the double dippers love. Not that anyone from our office is a double dipper but people who love dip.

I rectified this problem of double dipping by having, not one big dipping bowl, but to have to carry around miniature dipping bowls. Little personalized glass bowls only 5 oz each.

These dipping bowls were an absolute hit.

Salsa in three strengths. Medium, hot and extreme. The extreme will have to be my own combination of hot salsa and 1/4 teaspoon of Daves insanity sauce. Hot hot hot.

The hot sauces will have to be well labeled so I will have to use the same little dishes for dipping with the writing "Mild" "Hot" and "Hot Hot". For this, I use the sticky note pads from work.

I have to make sure I do not use the popular yellow notepads. But instead, use the less popular pink notepads which management don't mind you taking from the office.

I will also need a shrimp ring, the one that comes complete with seafood sauce in the middle.

I feel so excited that I have been here in this office for three years now and have not had this opportunity to host my fellow workers with food and drink and *** .... oh no *** just taste and enjoyment.

I want to make this a night to remember. I need this. I want to know I have made it. I want to impress the office with my wit and ingenuity and the one way to do that is with food.

I am not going to go on about the title of this post, a *** of tea. But it is the only thing that nobody touched at the end of the party. Nobody touched my *** of tea. It sat there the entire night without anybody touching it.

The party was a hit, or so everyone said when they left that Saturday night.

Most everyone had to call a taxi because it was a "BYOB". Ok so if you don't understand what that means it is... "Bring your own *****" Ok to simplify that to more people it means if you want to have hard liquor like beer wine or scotch *** or ***** you must bring your own.

The cost of the party, if I would have paid for all the *****, would have been an extra $500. Especially here in Canada.

So that morning when I awoke after the party the only thing left was the cold *** of tea.

So I took a long glass of ice from the ice left over in the freezer. I poured the cold tea left over into the glass then added two packets of cane sugar and to top it off I added a good healthy 2oz shot of Smirnoff ***** that was left over from my party.

I lay there on my sofa naked sipping on my cold drink. I was rubbing the cold glass on my head and wondering what everyone is going to say on Monday morning.

https://youtu.be/SmqtPaMMVuY
At my age marijuana, it would do more harm to me than good. Smoking it would destroy my lungs. The laziness it creates would destroy my wealth. I would fail to be creative any more and would never post any more intelligent videos on YT. I could never travel or visit other country's. This man that claims he will go down in history as the first person in Canada to buy legal Marijuana is clueless. He was born on the Rock (NF) he will die on the Rock. He will never travel or learn of any other country but his own tiny little back yard. This is sad for Canada that we have embraced this. Now there are fears that (THC) candy will be ingested by children.

Tom was strung out. He was going to the coast for a two week holiday. He handed me the keys to By Ourselves, the drop in centre for psychiatric patients, and said, "Guard these with your life!" The place had to be protected from the Reality Police.
Ten days passed. I was walking late at night. I wasn't too sure of the time. I hate time. It went too slow when I paid attention. Couldn't sleep. Time to get up.
Sort of wandering aimlessly, hoping I would make it. Make what? Make it through the night without freezing. Make it to the light of a brand new day when the sun would shine? Would I see the sun again?
Would I make it to the other side of the bridge I was walking on?
As kids, my brother and I had walked across an old foot bridge and played a game. As soon as we reached the highest point of the bridge, we had ten seconds, by counting, to reach the pavement. If we didn't make it, the old troll that lived under the bridge would get us. That old troll never got either one of us, but I was scared as hell of him.
Thank God, I make it! On the other side of the traffic bridge I walked through a red light. No cars No other sign of life.
The park entrance was a block away. Car lights from the far side of the bridge. He was coming fast. I felt the relative safety of crossing the median. The car speed past, and through an open window a voice yelled, "We're going to get you!" the car carried on. but the hideous laughter of the occupants echoed in my ears. Thank God, they didn't turn into the park. I walked in to the park and was lost in the winter wonderland **** frost and fog. It was relatively warm - no wind. I wasn't going to freeze that night. The Christmas lights were gorgeous.
There was no other sign of life save for the steamy car windows. Parked. Avoid them! Do not disturb their tranquility. Don't even look at the car again.
I was taken back to a night years ago. My girl, at the time, and I were parked in the same spot. We made steamy love then.
When I had passed the car, a window rolled down. A girl was freaking out.  And a guy yelled, "Take off you pervert!"
I cut over to the museum. The spot lights shone on the carved figures of animals. I was mesmerized. They were so peaceful, so free.
At once, a wolf jumped out from the figures. Mouth agape, growling and drooling as if it was under attack or about to attack.
I scrambled to the corner of the building, ducked around the corner and flattened myself against the far side of the wall.
Chest heaving, I waited for what seemed a life time. Not moving a muscle I tried to gulp my breath. I tried to hide - not to escape. I waited.
I noticed and unlit spotlight. I couldn't see the stone figures at the top of the building. For some reason, I was calm. I said a silent prayer and foolishly tested the power of God by kicking the dark spotlight. Instantly, it lit up.
Bathed in the warm light, I turned to look up at the figures. A firm wooden shaft with a sharp point sliced through my chest and stopped halfway through my body.
I saw the fish in the sea and a man walking on the water. The figure of a cross was thrown by my shadow in the spotlight.
I reached inside the hole in the lining of my coat for the keys to the drop in centre, the keys to the files and the desk that contained our membership list.
The Reality Police were after our membership list. They coud then eliminate the bed genes within all our members which could be passed on to future generations.
With my last ounce of energy, I threw the keys as hard as I could. A tiny fish within the stone fresco swallowed them.

Listen to me when I say I am sad
Don't look at the TV when I am talking to you

My feet a sore they need a massage
don't ignore me when I am talking

I need to watch my shows on TV
don't talk when I am listening to my shows
that is so annoying

Look at my hair and tell me
what you think

Delete that photo of me
I didn't look good that day

I'm half transgender, I'm half gay. I don't know how my body feels that way. The government screams and shouts bill C-6 will make it all right.  I don't really know what its all about.
If your ok then I'm ok with it. Mom and dad are definitely not ok. Thank god my grandparents are dead.

So we are all born into this world and we have arrived by luck.
You were once an egg, of many eggs  in the past.

You were once a ***** of millions of others but for some strange reason.
you won the race and fertilized the egg.

We all arrive here by a a slim margin. We arrive with very little thought of who we are.

We soon realize we are loved. We explore, and every day we experience our surroundings with our eyes our nose and our touch.

We breathe, we eat we *** and ****.
This cycle will be repeated until our death.
Our inner functions are a mystery to us until they start to fail.

In the beginning you will need an assistant, but not for the breathing.
You could never survive without the assistant. Because they want you alive.

You have arrived. That is what is most important, just think of the others who have not. If I could take a vacation and visit all that have not arrived it would never return from the eternal flame.

We breathe we think we **** we ***. Things do not ever change. We control we hurt we submit we plea.
It never ends.
When will it ever end. Can I decline I am tired now. Things are in decline. I wish to decease from the human race. I cry out now yes now.

I watch you on the internet not really knowing how.

Your stupid videos  are not what I allow.



Bare necessities.

He was 42 years old and had not figured it out
The lad was only six and had a better understanding
of what was right from wrong.

The lad found the gun and thought it was a toy
The man said put the gun down and don't make me pay.

It was a hot day in July without warning
no one cared that there was a loss of life
They just watched the flashing lights and listend to the sirens

On that day a life ended
it ended because no one listened when the hammer came down.

Geralt of Rivia he wealds quite a sword.
He never ever makes you feel board.

Treasures abound by night.
The Drowners and Rotfiends will give you a fright.

When the sun peaks in the skies.
Just grab us a boat and end all the lies.

Where light and darkness unfolds,
You'll find treasures untold.

Today I got my AstraZeneca
She was gentle and kind
I felt no pain and it was devine .
Her cold hands she warned me about.
I could see behind the mask what she was all about
She warned me about the *****
but she already made me feel slick.
My wife refused and wanted Fizer
Her demands were like the Keizer.

When she took the needle out I felt sad about our relationship ending.
I wish we were always and always.
never ending.

Hello my name is David. I live down the street. Today is Friday 13 2020.
We had a good time and always will.
Corona is in our time and we have so little time left on this planet we call earth.
We will always be sad when we loose someone we love.
I just want to write this note just in case I do not survive the outbreak.
I want to tell you how much joy you're faces give to me in this short span of time we have to make it or break it in times of need.

I want to tell you to your face that I think you are precious and I love you from David H.

David George and some call me Huggy bear.

I have been a way for a long while. I missed my home. I missed the people here.

I missed the way to talk, to blog.

I wish I had a camera. Maybe it is better that I don't. I look older now.

I have taken off for easier things , like FB. No stress, just family mostly.

As you mostly know , I have been mostly healthy and out playing sports like tennis and hockey and ***. Well not so much *** but mostly tennis.

I wake up a 10 and I have a great selection of daily activities.

Lately I have been organizing a VRR video recording room. I need to get it finished for the beginning of 2018 but it looks like it will be closer to the middle of 2018. Closet project got in the way.

I found a new friend on FB. She accepted my friend request which makes me happy. I go to her FB page and see her posts which makes me happy.

On Wednesday  we have to go to the hospital for my wife's colonoscopy but I am not looking forward to that.   I have vitalago but it does not hurt. Only when I was a child and kids would tease me about my freaky looking skin.  They would say hurtful things like. You have a skin problem, or you didn't eat your vegetables or call me "burn victim".

My wife is concerned about my drinking. She thinks I drink to much. Well she is right but I still drink to much scotch. She loves me and is concerned about me. I know I should stop and I have in the past.

My health is good and I have great friends to play tennis with.

One day I will make a great partner for my wife and make her very very happy.

Within this last 7 years I have had acid reflux and I take nexium. If I didn't drink I would not need it.

I am a true toughie medically. I believe I am one lucky man to have what I have at age 60. Some people envy me and avoid interaction. They know I have a lot of things they will never have.


I did not expect a certain person to be here. he has proven to be a liar, a someone who needs drama in the worst way. If  there is evil, I look at him that way. he has hurt many on line, off line. I wish not to have anything else to do with him, yet, I fought hard today.. maybe it was because of the losses. Dan from VH, Argent from here, Zen, and as they say it all comes in 3. My heart broke . Vloggers are a rare bunch. Some quite , some loud, and vocal , all the same vloggers , and bloggers. . They vary is sight, some no one see's . But they are spirits of site , and the ones who walk at night that none ever see's .. I came back to the people who somewhat know me. Who I have hard times with, good times , tearful times, but yet we all still exist .I was thinking that if I die, I would want to talk, tell stories, laugh, read, see the wonderful work that Frank does, and hear Lauri's rightful acts. I would like to hear jry again, and all the ladies here. The tes, the crown, the proper . I am just a wild bird, sometimes get stuck in tree's . But I live , I cry, I love and someday will die , but not yet.. I have too much to read and hear. I have loved many, and few have loved me. But yet I loved anyway. Why? because the light is brighter than. The days vetter an the tea sweet,

I am back, I hope I am welcome. I am imply happy to be back

I like to sit and thank God, for days like this. For this is the day, not so many years ago he granted me the gift of you and the time.
Blessed, I must be. For the days I'm sure my whole world is falling apart. For when I have happy and exciting things to share: Is then I realize God really does care. Because he placed you so close there. Seemingly, sometimes, for me alone.
Though I surely know, not for me alone. As your friends and loved ones number many, new and old. And your enemies are but few if any. Rich are those who have known you. If only for a short time. Poor are the ones who never took the time.
And when we two gather together, it's as if it is only you and I. Tucked away from all the world, while time stands still For us to share our dreams, hopes and tears. Blessed we must surely be, you and I.
When our time is over and the clock continues, its endless ticking. While my daily world spins around me, and I feel I'm drowning. I know God loves me, I'm surely Blessed. For I need only to sit and turn the clock of time back. To find you there, to reminisce on our time, of days gone by.
And in my time of reminiscence, I find the shelter of, Love, peace and freedom, while all about me is in a turmoil. It replenishes my soul with the strength to carry on.
So on days like this. I like to sit and thank God. For his miracles. He has given me so many. But on this day, I thank him especially for: You and the time.
Love Always Bren.

Curwen loved that machine. For that is all the VLT was, just a machine. What he didn't realize or probably didn't care about , was the fact that the VLT was linked to a master computer in Saskatoon. The payoff for the machine was miserably low for a game of chance. The fact was the machine took in much more than it ever paid out. The odds of winning were such that it was not, nor ever would be, a paying proposition.
However, Curwen's attitude was that he loved his machine. He even gave the VLT a female name. He called it Margie after one of his lost loves.
Every dollar of his Social Services stipen went to feed Margie. He would panhandle or borrow and run to Margie and spend some time with her. She had a certain excitement for him. The very times, gambling his last dollar, the VLT would take all his money.
In the month of December Curwen got his Social Services cheque, cashed it and went to spend some time gambling. The anticipation of spending some time, a good time, a long time with Margie obsessed him. He would take the rent money, the food money, and his family's Christmas presents and give it to Margie and see what she would give him in return. Maybe he could buy his family some expensive Christmas presents for a change. The VLT scorned him, mocked him, and took all of his money. December 1 at 4:30 he was broke. He had gambled his whole cheque. My God, what had he done? What had she done?
He went back to his apartment feeling numb. What could he do? He phoned several friends to borrow money.  Everyone knew Curwen had a gambling problem. They were either too poor or had heard the same sob story several times before. So Curwen was broke and nobody would help him.
Moments later, there was a knock at his door. It was the landlord. He wanted the rent. At Curwen's sob story the landlord told him he would be evicted. Curwen was homeless, no food, and no Christmas Presents for his loved ones.
He would seek revenge. He would fix Margie once and for all for giving him such misery. He would not let her ruin another life.
After a sleepless night, the next morning he walked into the hotel bar where the VLT was, with a hammer hid under his coat. She was unoccupied, her screen beckoned alluringly. Curwen stood in front of her and took out the hammer. "You *****!" he screamed smashing the screen again and again.
The crowd looked up from their drinks as if they knew this was going to happen someday.
The hotel bouncer came running and grabbed the hammer. Curwen was subdued with his face pressed into the filthy rug of the hotel bar room floor.
Curwen was charged with destroying hotel and government property. At his trial Curwen said, "I'm glad I did it. I killed her before she actually killed someone else."
Curwen spent Christmas in jail. For what - justifiable homicide - two years less a day.

I walk along the darkened streets and think to myself why are there no stars above where have they have gone. I look around and something makes me see different shapes.

A giant ship is floating across the skies where is it going I need to know I need to follow it so here I go again


Memories of the times gone by is filling my head with the thoughts of people that fell far behind, never seeing what was here on earth.

I listen to the silence of my mind burning deep inside me as I would wonder was it really worth the time I gave.


It's been a million years since I last heard the ancient sounds, I don't remember what it sounded like, but I recall it being very calm.

You used to say that everything will come to an end eventually it felt so somber, but I finally understand it now.


The wind wanders in and takes me far beyond the shores of everlasting calm and lasting life and soothes me back to sleep so I can

Venture out again into the darkness of my mind and reclaim all the ones that lost their way so very very long ago.

So life in a day is coming up in July 25, 2020 and we should all make a video to have ourselves included in this monumental production.

*******.

They will cut your video so quick if it dose not include main stream media comprehension.

If it does not have gender neutral bias.

If it does not conform to BLM.

If it does not take down a statue somewhere or any where.

If it circumvents the objectives of the government.

How I wish my grandchildren could see how peacefully the world was at some point in time, and not have to see fires and streets in disarray.

Just like the god dam videos the kids play today like Fallout 4 and the last of us two.

When I leave this planet I hope to hell there is now reincarnation because I would never want to return to this planet no mater what.

There once was a boy...

There once was a boy named Matthew. When he was little he walked out of his house and into the woods and no one ever saw him again. After he left his house he traveled the world he stowed away in cargo hulls of ships and snuck onto planes, when anyone caught him  and asked where his parents were he would say "Right behind you!" and run away. Then there was a war. World war III to be exact. During this war he would try to get close to the battles to watch the soldiers fight. The world had been divided between two super maces, the Gatacon and the Nireh. The Gatacon had the technology but the Nireh had numbers. Today was special for Matthew because the Gatacon had begun hiring soldiers from the age of 15 and up, to increase their numbers and Matthew had just turned 15 yesterday. He walked into the registration office and presented his certificate of qualification to the officer. "A little young to be joining the army ain't cha lad," said the officer "Old enough as far as you're concerned I  replied". Matthew, "you'll get you're uniform at the front desk then proceed down to the
sub-basement for mission briefings" said the officer," don't we get any special training" questioned Matthew." "You've got no time for that now do as I said" ordered the officer. Matthew hurried to the front desk and down to the sub-basement eager to learn about his first mission. Once there he sat down next to a frail looking girl as the mission commander began to speak "I'm glad to see
a large turnout" spoke the officer" but I've got no time for idle chit chat, you will be shipped out on an s-18 aircraft where you will parachute down to the battlefield below. You're job is to set up a defense post. We have a base camp nearby and we need something to prevent night raids so you will be on guard 24-7". The group of 37 (Matthew counted) headed up to the airlift on the roof of the complex where they where quickly escorted onto a helicopter like plane. As they entered they saw that they each had a designated
spot with a parachute and a 67cm arrow pulse cannon. No one spoke as the plane began to rise and slowly zoom away from the complex. They were a good 2 hours into the plane ride when the pilot came on the intercom and gave orders to parachute in 60 seconds, Matthew quickly strapped on his parachute and headed towards the door, the others appeared to hesitant to go first. He was about to jump when he heard a large commotion from inside the ship and before he knew it he had been
catapulted from the planes door and was plummeting to the ground below. He pulled the cord and gazed downwards, he was way off target and was headed
straight towards the base camp. He was prepared for a long walk though. He heard another clang and gazed upwards to see if anyone else had fallen. The plane was moving fairly jerkily and he wondered what was wrong, then he realized it the
plane was being fired upon by the Nireh he gazed downwards and saw a small group of them firing at it he looked upwards just in time to see it explode, pieces of debree were hurling towards him he reached for his gun in hopes he could blast it out of the sky but it was too late then suddenly everything went black. Hours later he awoke in what appeared to be a first aid tent, there was a searing pain in his right hand he gazed downwards and found that his clothes were covered in blood, he checked his body for cuts but there were none, it must have been the blood of his comrades from the ship he gazed at his right hand witch was covered in red bandages. A few minutes later a man that looked like a doctor walked in" Quite an accident your crew had Matthew lucky you got out of it alive, your right hand was torn from your arm so we replaced it with an electronic one, it will hurt for a while but soon it will be as good as new. You were also covered in radioactive waste from the plane's battery so we gave you an experimental vaccine for neuclear poisining and it appears to be working its good too because if this war comes to neuclear bombs you can't get poisoned" chirped the doctor.

"Can I get some new clothes" wheezed Matthew," sure, and since your crew was wiped out you will be stationed he for the remainder of the war". For the next few days Matthew worked around the camp and helped wherever he could. Then devastating news came. The Gattacon had developed a neuclear weapon with devastating power. It was being shipped across the ocean when a Nireh attack plane sunk the vessel it was on. Already reports had come in of dead sealife washing up on shores. Within a few months
Matthew was all alone, the bomb had contaminated the world and Matthew was alive because of an experimental vaccine, but Matthew was used to being alone so everything turned out just fine.

The End.