A few people have complimented
me on this wonderful God's eye shown above. Some people want to know how
it was created.
The job I had to do was
to find the proper mouse to use. Once this was done, it was just a few
simple steps. The mouse I used had a variegated tail that was approximately
seven foot long. You see where I'm going now. The routine was simple, with
quite a lot of patients, the project was completed in no time.
I had to put two sticks together,
crossways on a mouse pad. Once done I tied one end of the mouses tail to
the center stick. The first few traces were very easy since the mouse would
travel in circles by himself. The farther out I got I had to use cheese
at each intersection, while the mouse ate the cheese at one point, I would
carefully place another piece of cheese at another point. Time consuming
yes, but well worth the effort. Well you can see for yourself, with patients
and a variegated mouse a man can do anything.
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Something about the pages that
you are about to read or have read and my style of writing. There is no
style, what I write is sometimes confusing because I didn't remember everything
that I did. I did try not to flavor anything with fiction.
I have a half a high school
education and life seems to indicate ones status in their writings.
I am a nine to five laborer,
the guy working on the river. I'm the guy that cleans up the mess after
you leave work. I'm the guy you see mowing the lawns around town. I'm the
lady in the hospital cleaning the crap in the corner. That's my education,
and that is who I represent.
My father and grandfather
were excellent gardeners. Check out the Huntington Library, I don't love
gardening. I do love flowers and there beauty. I do love the land and it's
children, that's us!
I have met a lot of nice educated
people, some of my best friends were college educated. I sometimes pat
them on their backs and tell them that they are doing a great service for
our country.
Even though they are overpaid.
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Speaking words
Speaking words, rambling random thoughts,
speaking worlds, rambling world thought.
This mind is simple, nothing taking longer than
a pawn to formulate. I'm not a labyrinth of thought patterns. The Lords
of Time would dispatch me with a wave of their Flowing Golden Robes. When
they speak to me with their wealth of knowledge, the sarcasm would cut
my brain, lowering me into the muddle of lost thought. I do want to speak,
even though what I say is not clear.
I want everyone that can open their mouth to
speak up. It is time to speak up and say what happened in your youth. Write
it down, do not let someone bury your thoughts. It is very hard to write
some of this stuff, Joanie said keep writing, I'll write until I'm dead.
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