Surrealistic Pillow

1970 was the summer of discovery for me, the Sun shined through my window and my friends would come around.  Yes I had missed the summer of love, which occurred in 1967 with the flower children, but people were still protesting the Vietnam war and still burning the flag.  This was an enigmatic time for me, because I just got my driver’s license and next year I would have to register for the draft.  I would have went if I was selected because my father served, and I would never dishonor him, but this war was very unpopular.  My grandmother, my dad’s mom had just died and she left me $1,000 in her will which I used to buy a stereo, speakers, amplifier and turntable.  I missed out on Woodstock, but music became my life in the summer before I would become a High School senior.

I discovered music before I discovered drugs, but that followed closely behind.  At this age, music and my friends meant everything to me and what my friends did, I wanted to do.  Most of my friends had Corvettes and Camaros, but I was not able to afford that.  I had a nicer stereo system than most of them, so that was my way of keeping up with the Joneses.  Once I tried pot, there was no exit, as I wanted to get high all the time.  Eventually I would resort to doing coke and taking pills, which always made the music sound more surreal.  I am not here to sanctify the use of drugs, but they never caused any problems for me, other than getting arrested.

I had a close relationship with my brother at this time as he was just a year younger than I was and we had a lot of the same friends.  I guess I could call him my confidant, as we shared things and we trusted each other.  I never had any fear that he would rat me out for anything that I did which was wrong and I was always treading lightly on the things that he did.  I wore bell bottom pants and love beads, but I was not a subversive member of the counterculture and I would certainly not counter the burn your bra movement, which has sadly faded into a remnant of the past, as it was exciting for me to see women not wearing bras.

I remember one day when my parents were at work and my friends were over listening to my albums and we smoked at lot of weed, the doorbell rang.  I walked downstairs and there were two cops there and they told me that I was under arrest for an unpaid parking ticket.  I told them that I had friends upstairs that I had to let out and I needed to turn my music off and they allowed me to do that.  I told my friends that I had to leave, which made them sad, but they did get with the program.  The police handcuffed me and made me ride in the back seat of the police car to the headquarters.  I had just cashed my paycheck from the job I had as a bagger at the supermarket, so I had enough money to pay the parking ticket and the late fee fines and then they let me go.  I asked them if they were going to give me a ride back home and they laughed and said that I could walk or take the bus.  In review, I guess I was lucky that they did not smell the weed we were smoking.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Enigmatic, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Program, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – No exit, for the Daily Spur prompt – Resort, for FOWC with Fandango – Surreal, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Treading lightly, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Remnant, for Ragtag Community – Fear, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Counter Flag Review, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompts – Confidant and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Sanctify.

The Evanescent Moment

When did it begin to vanish, I can’t even recall, as I don’t have a memory like an elephant, but over time the lines washed away and it became history.  It was splendid while it lasted, as it was the first of its kind, but then the curtain was pulled back and I realized that the Wizard of Oz was just being acquisitive and that he nothing more than a fraud.  He made me a promise that he would take me back to Kansas, but he had no intent on keeping that.  Now I would be an orphan and I might enjoy being able to taunt a Munchkin or two about their height, but in the long run, there was no payoff in that.  Perhaps the Good Witch of the North would be able to help me.  At least I still have Toto.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompts – Acquisitive, Splendid and Evanescent, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Curtain, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Lines washed away, for the Daily Spur prompt – History, for FOWC with Fandango – Orphan, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – The first of its kind, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Taunt, for Ragtag Community – Intent, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – North Payoff Promise and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Elephant.

Road To Hell

We are not in Kansas anymore and we won’t be going to Disneyland.  This bewitching road is taking us straight to hell.  I have been to the mountain and I have crossed a lot of lines in the sand, but Dante gave me an ultimatum and there is zero wiggle room on this.  Sure it will be fusty and when we get back, we will both need to shower or at least wash up, because we will certainly be smelling like a fireplace.  Dante is holding a grudge against Beelzebub for only showing him the nine circles of hell and not all ten of them and although some people believe that this is cynicism at its finest, others say it is pure hogwash.

In the tenth circle we are likely to find burning souls, immersed in human excrement, trapped in icy waters and gurgling to catch their breath.  We may also encounter nomadic people with their heads fully absorbed in the derrières of others.  Those individuals will have swollen bottoms due to the immense size of the heads that were immersed in them and there is no hope for separation.  Surveillance is always diligent, as sinners must suffer eternally for the wrong that they committed in life.  It gives me chills to think how anyone could endure this kind of punishment.  In school, I received a butt wedge many times, but this is unthinkable and we may even see someone contorted in such an unfeasible way as to have their own head inserted into their very own posterior.

That Beelzebub is a chip off the old block and he loves to enforce punishment.  He has no heart and he does not care about anyone, much less a feral creature needing help.  We can’t trust him as he is a real snake and after he shows us the horrific spectacles of the tenth circle, we should hightail it out of there, before he makes an upcoming plan for us.

Written for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Mountain, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Lines in the sand, for the Daily Spur prompt – Shower, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #25, for FOWC with Fandango – Bewitching, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Cynicism at its finest, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Nomadic, for Ragtag Community – Fusty, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Disneyland Fireplace Zero, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Chip and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #145, hosted by Yves where the prompts are Separation Wiggle Wash Surveillance Grudge Feral Chills Wedge Gurgling Upcoming Hogwash Enforce.

I Don’t Need No Stinking Blog Scrapers

Ever since Fandango alerted the WordPress community to this, I have seen several other posts on it.  Blog scraping is the process of scanning through a large number of blogs, usually through the use of automated software, searching for and copying content and when this is done without your permission that makes these people or companies scumbags.  Blog scraping is when some other site copies a blog, or the blog content, that is not owned by the individual initiating the scraping process.  My original thought on this was just to ignore this Tygpress website, like an embargo just not going to visit them, as I feel my words are not all that valuable, but now I have changed my mind and I decided to make a rant and hit some of today’s prompts along the way.

I changed Fandango’s badge slightly to make it look more ominous and anyone can feel free to use it if they desire.  I still want to blog on WordPress, unlike the one blogger who left because she thinks it is broken.  Along parallel lines, I wonder if WordPress could be more diligent in the future and not get caught with their pants down again showing off their underwear.  Actually I have complained to the Happiness Engineers several times about some issues, which they never fixed for me and they just continue to go on their merry way.  Whereas I think that they could have fixed my problems, but I guess they are only interested in picking up their paychecks.  Fandango made a good point today saying that the blog scraping is insignificant in comparison to the mass shootings that have plagued the US this weekend.  Blog scraping amounts to nothing more than a broken vase or some other trinket that is nice to have, but some slime ball has decided to steal from you.  I am not going to try unraveling steel threads till the bridge collapses, but this crap is wrong.

Written for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Wonder, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Parallel Lines, for the Daily Spur prompt – Whereas, for FOWC with Fandango – Previous, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Unraveling steel threads, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Embargo, for Ragtag Community – Continue, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Trinket Underwear Vase and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Broken.

Fog On The Lake

Everyone takes a different path in life and even though random shit may happen, everyone has their own place in the universe.  Here in the Milky Way, planets and stars are born and they die just like people come and go, you are here today and you will be gone tomorrow.  It is what it is and life is meant for us to enjoy, not to brood over.  You must accept that bad things will happen to anyone who lives long enough and realize that pain cannot be cut away with a little snip.  Life is what you make out of it and there is no such thing as an inherently difficult life transition.  There are no guarantees, it is a crap shoot, you can’t just sit idly by, you must get involved and take a chance.  As a sapient being, you need to be aware and use your insight to make judgments.  Get an education, learn as much as you can and if it feels good, then do it.

Wake up and smell the coffee, get out and do things and make some friends.  You don’t have to remain always in a crowd, but you shouldn’t miss out on what is really happening because you are too busy being alone with yourself.  Stop chasing after that elusive white whale, go after a herring instead, as you may find that to be more satisfying.  Move your feet, do a crazy dance like the Freak, the Boogie-Woogie or the Bop, while you drink from your pop top can.  If the lid don’t come off, you can always use a pliers.  Take a walk down to the lake, or go to see the wizard in Emerald City, but stick to the path and always try to make the most out of your life.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Snip, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Chance, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Pop Top, for the Daily Spur prompt – Education, for FOWC with Fandango – Random, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Always in a crowd, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Sapient, for Ragtag Community – Transition, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Emerald Herring Pliers, for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Path and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Brood.

Couldn’t Catch The Clap

Richard Surelock was a private detective who was very clumsy and he appeared to be a cross between Inspector Clouseau and Mr. Bean.  He tried hard, but because of his bumbling and incompetent antics, he had never solved a case.  He obtained the undesirable reputation of not being able to catch the clap in a whorehouse, but who wants to get that anyways.  Richard or Dick as he liked being called just got a new case from the family of a deceased figure skater Shirley Styles who was apparently headed to the Olympics, before she met her demise.  The death certificate said it was an accident, but the girl’s family wanted Dick to prove it was a homicide, as they suspected foul play.  Dick needed the work, so he took the case with echoing desires of finally doing something productive, which would put a whole new perspective on his career.

The Styles family knew all too well about the stiff level of competition involved in the world of figure skating, as was evidenced in the Tonya Harding incident with Nancy Kerrigan and they felt that someone would have something to gain with their daughter being permanently out of the picture now.  They had also heard about the reputation of detective Richard Surelock and they hired him on a contingency basis that he would only be paid, if he found the evidence that they felt would prove this was a homicide, not an accidental death, so this was a win-win situation for them to work with Dick.  There was some bad blood between Shirley and another singles skater Chrystal Glides, as Shirley thought that Chrystal had deliberately tried to injure her with a skate blade, but the skating officials found no evidence that she was intentionally trying to harm her.

Shirley had her brush with death on the ice during warm-ups ahead of the women’s short program where she slipped and fell crashing her head into the wall which caused her instant death.  Dick reviewed the tape and he thought that he was able to descry Chrystal dropping something on the ice, just before Shirley tripped.  Competition doesn’t happen without controversy, and when millions of dollars, massive egos, years of blood, sweat and tears are thrown into the mix, it can be treacherous out on the ice rink.  Skating is beautiful to look at and the inevitable stories of triumphing over adversity are heartwarming, but figure skating is not immune to repercussions and sometimes it can surmount a person’s dinkum.  The applicable rule for all skaters is to show kindness toward each other, but rumors have their way of spreading, especially with social media adding that extra layer, and as the animosity between these two girls reached a peak, the so-called accident happened.  Dick felt the tape showed the evidence, but he was not able to prove anything, so he decided to go visit a Mexican whorehouse after his latest failure, thinking that he might be able to catch something there.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Applicable, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Rule, for the Daily Spur prompt – Brush, for FOWC with Fandango – Repercussions, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Echoing desires, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Descry, for Ragtag Community – Dinkum, for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #98 – Perspective and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Kindness.

Ends With A Song

This is my fifth post today and I am thinking that I may be possibly writing too much, but as long as I enjoy writing, what harm can it be doing.  I enjoy facing challenges and actually that was the title of my last post, but I feel that if I write too much that I might burn out.  On the other hand, I figure that when you are on a hot streak, that you should let it ride, so I will crank out this last post for today.  I may be losing some of my readers, but I don’t really care about that, as I mainly write for my own enjoyment.  I am going to try and fit eight seamlessly unrelated prompts into this post and do it fluently in a coherent manner, so wish me luck.  I will be overjoyed if I can accomplish this feat of combining these words together, even though I will not get much adoration for my efforts.

I have done this many times before, with a sublimity that transcends greatness, so without evoking sentiments of nostalgia, I will keep on doing multiple prompt posts.  I am prepared to maintain or to abjure whatever I write, depending on how I feel on any particular day.  Some of my posts may be too technical, as the one that I wrote today titled Are We There Yet gets into all types of things that border on the serious and also embraces the silly nature that is inherent in me.  Trying to make this post short and sweet, I will wrap it up with strawberry freezies, which I hope doesn’t cause anyone to develop sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Sublimity, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Together, for the Daily Spur prompt – Border, for FOWC with Fandango – Overjoyed, for July Monthly Writing Prompts – Strawberry freezies, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Abjure, for Ragtag Community – Nostalgia and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Adoration.

A Changed Man

Ebenezer Scrooge was an acquisitive man who only thought about himself and he would never assist others that asked for his help.  He despised children feeling that they were all fractious brats in need of a spanking.  The cold-hearted miser had spent most of his childhood in boarding school isolated and forgotten by his family.  His deceased sister Fan, was the mother of Fred, his nephew and only living relative.  Ebenezer was engaged to be married when he was a young adult, however, the wedding was called off when his fiancée learned about his obsession with money and she said that she was done with him. Scrooge turned his focus completely to his business and did not attempt to make any friends or to maintain any other relationships.  He had only one friend, Jacob Marley, who was also his business partner.  Jacob Marley is now deceased and Mr. Scrooge was visited one night by Marley’s ghost and told that all of his problems have been caused by a vampire.

Scrooge found out that he was descended from an aristocratic family that lived in Bulgaria and that one of his ancestors staked a vampire through his chest with an iron rod.  Ebenezer found out that his nephew Fred, along with his loyal employee Bob Cratchit started to seal up all of the popcorn filled portholes to prevent this nasty garlic odor from penetrating his business, not knowing that they were placed there to ward off the vampire.  Scrooge always thought that vampires were fallacious fictions of human fantasy, but now that a ghost was talking to him, they seemed more believable.  The vampire manifested itself before Ebenezer and to illustrate his point that he was in charge of Ebenezer’s fate, and he crippled Tiny Tim as he was tiptoeing through the tulips.  Tiny Tim contracted renal tubular acidosis, and then Ebenezer, Fred and Bob Cratchit all drove a wooden stake soaked in garlic Holy Water through his heart.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Acquisitive, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Done, for the Daily Spur prompt – Assist, for FOWC with Fandango – Vampire, for July Monthly Writing Prompts – Popcorn filled portholes, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Fractious, for Ragtag Community – Odor and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Illustrate.


Reality it is not always clearly delimited for those who give credulity to the astral world.  I have been there and done that and while spinach will still be a vegetable, you may not be able to eat it.  This world is full of energy which is made of vibrations of light and color, that can be more beautiful and joyous than the physical world.  Some people refer to this as the spirit world and they say that this is where everyone ends up after they die, but I am still alive and I have been there many times.  Through astral projection I am able to travel throughout the universe by having an out-of-body experience.

I visited the astral plane the first time that I went to summer camp and we all consumed these magic mushrooms.  I had just finished reading the Lewis Carroll book Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and I was occasionally experimenting with harmless drugs like weed and mescaline, even though my mother told me not to do that.  We stayed up all night listening to the Grateful Dead in our tents.  The next day we went back to the astral world, but this time we were all taking LSD and the whole world turned into a big ol bags of bubbles.


Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Delimited, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Spinach, for the Daily Spur prompt – Mother, for FOWC with Fandango – Camp, for July Monthly Writing Prompts – Big ol bags of bubbles, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Credulity, for Ragtag Community – Astral and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Book.