As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I have been pondering that people need help from me, because you are such needy people, and you simply are not practiced to doing good. You are unfortunate creatures who even in your mistakes think you can just whistle through your own spiritual graveyard and I will not notice nor remember the slights.
It is like the individual who thought he could chew my ass and humiliate me, betrayed us, and caused great 8 mile Arctic treks, threatening our lives and murdering our animals, as he went off to Taco America for a sunny respite.
Guilt exuded from him, and he refused payment, but I was not about to not pay him, as I always pay debts, and in this case, I paid and as I smiled and chatted, the more furious I became, and the more I remembered his sins, and the more I relished the coming Judgment of God, as no one gets away with that.
For me, what will suffice is his turning over his property to me and God sends him packing to some city gulag, as I discern the process is starting as God balances the scales.
I believe people with money need help in balancing the scales.
I have fantasies. I delight in them. Mind you it is not like someone getting road killed and dragged to a grease spot on the highway by an 18 wheeler as what good what that do for me, no profit in it and while it might bring pleasure in turning the page, it just is me still in need of things.
I think about like old chests, that I come across and people discard, but inside are all the delights of life for someone like me. You know, like long john, wool shirts, guns, of course gold coins as what is a dream without gold coins and I don't know, like a railroad watch, stuff I might want and never have, like a really neat folding knife or ..........I don't know as fantasies are best left to the moment to be imagined or they just get boring.
I figure there have to be people who have like land out west. In my fantasy they have land and horses, some ancient dug out with all the prepper stuff I could delight in. There would be water they lease to some big shot who kind of watches the place and that takes care of the bills, as I do not want no bills. There would not be any trespassing on my land........I mean the person who has the property.....oh yes, lot of grouse, fishing lake and elk, as I like elk, and a porch to sit on and listen to things at night.
How this all pans out is like the person, of course it might be a couple would not have any family, as I ain't going to have some kinfolk raising hell after these people die or get put into a geezer home. Nothing worse than people who are being nice, get put into a geezer home, and the new bookkeepers start getting snooty about me, causing me problems. No these are orphan folks, in the way it works out, and they just love and adore me as they should as why should they not, and I figure they have their lawyer, an honest one, if you can believe it, that they have donate a large sum, with something like, Hi Great Expectations, Pip here is your monthly allowance, enjoy it, and by the way, our attorney is putting your name on the right of survivorship of a retreat we have that we know you will like. They will email you the documents and shit for you to look through and we can non de plume you with no estate taxes as all that is taken place by the rich guy we leased the water to."
PS: The key is under the rock that looks like Big Foot. Go out and enjoy, drive the pick up, the ATV, the horses and the .......I don't know the tractor and check things out.
You people in California and east of the Mississippi River will have to find new ways to accommodate my ideas, as I'm not going to accept like a cabin in Minnesota BWCA. I mean mosquitoes, trees, wolves and Minnesotans are not something I want to be around. I was in the South for awhile too. They have Goddamn ticks that jump at you, spiders the size of Godzilla and you feel like someone labelled you up in lard in that heat. I don't want to be waiting around for Jesus to come back fighting off ticks and having to use Lava to get the day's sweat off.
I really ain't that hard to please, but having gone through bad enough stuff, I don't see why I should have to settle for some burned up pine patch in Georgia. Not that I got anything against Georgia, but it is like Ireland. No one better leave me any cottage in Ireland as the ocean stinks, Ireland is like a dead man's hand in clammy and there is just nothing there. If the Irish had any fucking sense, they should have let all England invade, slipped out the back door, taken over England and the English would have all died in Ireland from the consumption. Not that England is Club Med, but damn you talk about shit holes, you can line up Nova Scotia, Finland, Norway and Michigan and it is all that same cold damp shit. Sure I like moose hunting, but being cold and wet all the time.............I ain't no damn fish.
So anyway that is the way it is in me helping out some unfortunate people. I don't want no stock portfolios, no piles of gold either. You rich people just got it all wrong in what is of value.
I think I should wrap this up as had a hard day. I got rained on carrying a Grandfather clock, got some electric fire place and a basketball hoop thing that I thought TL and I could play horse with......if I can remember where I put the basketballs I got. Think it was planting trees yesterday and more stuff the day before. Seems I never have any time off, and that is why I need a retreat, as I just have to help people out in their natural goodness, to show them an outlet and let them exude.
Now I have to do things. go out into the night and other night things as I can't be writing about endless fantasies all the time entertaining non donors, who are just looking for a way to be deserving of me.
Nuff Said
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