The Sock-Monkey As Alone

                                                  Episode 1 The blue haired-boy rode his mumble-jumble across the green shifting sands of the barren dunes of Forget me not Desert.  He wore a copper-colored close-helm that was barely tolerable because of the heat, even with his shemagh-headwrap separating him from him from the unbearable heat of the metal. Likewise, his (Halloween-orange with purple stripes) thawb under his cuirass-armor left him unburned but feeling all of the weather. Like reaching into a hot stove with an oven-mitt.    The Mumble-Jumble wore nothing but a leather saddle and hackamore around its head. What is a mumble jumble? You may ask. It is a giant kangaroo-mouse with pink fur and black zebra-like stripes. It does not usually walk but instead hops like a rabbit through the sand and earth (though it can run faster than most critters).     The boy's name was Zia, and the mumble-jumble's name was Resham. Zia had been out in the badlands of the desert loo

Is the game worth the candle? Is the question Alan Watts asks and answers and his answer was "this game is superb, the game is to be fundamentally to be trusted! If you don't make that assumption, the game will not work." and that as they say, is that. So what is the game? You decide. That is the great thing about the mess we call life. Ultimately you choose, and this is the responsibility that most people deny.     I usually use the metaphor of a human soul like an island. I am afraid that this would be easily misunderstood. Since even an island is made up of a great deal of many things. Every grain of sand and every life that sets foot on us is part of our soul. The experience we create and the borders that define us...all are related to the island.     This was most of what I wanted to say, just an elaboration and clarification of some other posts vocabulary that really should have been more nuanced. Well, that and I am sorry for taking a few extra days to finish

                                                  February 3, 2018                                          Sure am scared of my dad. So I am sixteen and pregnant! Who would have thought that having sex with an overconfident asshole was a bad idea? Neil King (and no that is not his real name but a combination of my two favorite writers names. And if your curious as to why just look at the name of my blog...sure am scared of my dad? ...you better believe it. So all names used on this treacherous piece of crap are fictional. The rest is sadly true.)  got me pregnant and as much as I like the movie Juno the world doesn't operate on the idealistic level as fiction.    I don't know how far along I am and I really don't care. I am about to grab a coat hanger and impale myself, so I don't have the guilt of these questions or the fear for my life that comes with missing a period.    As far as I can tell condoms have failed me and I am too scared to approach any of the pe