Three Hour Tour

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  May 5, 2015

I’m feeling a little ambitious this morning, tells Beelzebub!

Somebody get me two blondes!

Get to hair and makeup, screams Binxy to Beelzebub!

Here is your blonde wig, says the Stylist!

Oh, thank you Honey yells Beelzebub!

Get to wardrobe, the Stylist says!

Here are your ruby slippers, tells the Costume Designer!

Oh, thank you Honey yells Beelzebub!

Get to props, tells the Costume Designer!

What’s this, asks Beelzebub to the Prop Master?

It’s a road map, tells the Prop Master!

Here are your two blondes, says the Stage Director!

I heard he is going on tour, says the first blonde to the second blonde.

You gotta be kidding me, says the second blonde to the first blonde.  A tour-a?

A three hour tour, says the Stage Director!

Because, the play takes three hour tour tells Beelzebub!

What’s with the road map, asks the second blonde to Beelzebub?

It’s a road map, asks the first blonde?

What are you supposed to do with a road map?

The Director hollers from the rafters, place it down on the floor!

Now what are you supposed to do, asks the second blonde?

                                                      

Follow the yellow brick road, the blonde munchkin tells Beelzebub!

Follow the yellow brick road, a second blonde munchkin yells to Beelzebub!

Follow the yellow brick road, Beelzebub sings!

I gotta know where I'm where I'm going, tells Beelzebub Scherber!

I gave you a road map, tells the munchkin!

A Child in a Cape and Cowl

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  March 30, 2015
Revised:  April 11, 2020

ADULT LANGUAGE


All day long we read these fucking messages.

I gave him who I am.  I am three year old Carroll Scherber.  I gave him my memory of who I am.  That is all I have left, Satan Scherber tells me as he places in memory of who I am as a child within myself.  I placed it in my seven year old self.  I get beaten up on this astral plane when I play these games with Beelzebub.  I now play these games as a boy who fondly remembers a caped crusader.

My heart tears as the angel’s memory tore from his soul.  The emotion of this child is a pleasant one; For, he sought righteousness in a man who wore a cape and a cowl.  The memory pains me; For, he gave up something because of love.  The compassion we hold as children is great.  Now I must seek out and defend who I am within a cape and cowl.  For, the emblem I wear is that of a Batman.

Children seek out heroes.  Heroes are a light for those who seek out righteousness.

My emotions flair like his cape flairs through the wind.

Connections

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  March 26, 2015

Remember, I love you says Lucifer Scherber.  The emotion of love fills my heart, as a father loves a son, after Lucifer Scherber tells me.

Get me out of here, Lucifer says as he takes off to the bathroom!

That’s too much emotion for me, Lucifer tells Beelzebub.

Here’s some lotion for ya, as Scrabble passes him some lotion!

What’s that for, Binxy asks?

That is so you can put your love in motion, Satan tells him!

That’s an emotion I can’t play with, Lucifer says!

We all play these games in emotion.  So, when an animal hands you a towel then put your emotions in love because love is an emotion just as a flower inside the barrel of a rifle.

Here’s you towel, Lucifer yells to Satan as he throws him the towel!

That’s one for Social Media, says Beelzebub to me!

I don’t understand all this Social Media, says John Lennon.

That’s how we stay connected, says my coloring book.

It is like the connection between the stem of a flower and the barrel of a rifle, I tell John Lennon.

That’s awfully deep for them, says the weasel who played a game with a mongoose in a home full of mice and a large gorilla.

The connection is no deeper than the stem to the base of the barrel.  The connection starts at the base of the stem to the opening of a barrel.  The connection comes from when a fair maiden stands before a soldier who holds a weapon of destruction.  The connection ends when the fair maiden releases herself from the flower which holds its own connection.  When the connection stops in when the flower has bloomed.

The animal kingdom plays a game and shows me an astral plane of their backsides and say, there is no barrel in my flower as their backsides wag back-and-forth!

Now Honey, I have a stem for your flower because I am no more than just a daisy in your field, I tell them with a sense of humor as their tails wag.

Connections start and stop as battles start and wage as families are torn apart by the animals who dance in the garden where the maiden has chosen to pick the flower.

There’s that word again!  Chosen, says Lucifer!

Connections bloom as connections die, connections flourish as connections are torn from the…

All Day Long

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  February 2, 2015

All day long I call these animals.  All day long I call these animals to play these games.  All day long I call these men to pay these games.  All day long I take bids on these men when they play these games with these animal kingdoms.  All day long I read these bids of information.  All day long I read through the bets. 

This is all about gambling, says the large giraffe!

That’s why Paul wrote these things, says John.  That is because they were gambling on people’s lives, I add.

When they gambling on people’s lives is when we take a chance on displeasing God.  For, Abraham took a chance on displeasing God by sacrificing his own son.

He actually understands what Binxy is talking about, says Jesus.  Yes, I understand.  People read into the information and bend the information like a reed.  The information is there for us to read as the reed is there for us to breathe underwater.  We write these things for people to read as God gave us a reed to breathe, as God gave us the water to swim and as God gave us the earth to walk.  There are reasons God gave us this information as he gave us these things.  The reasons He gave us these things is unknown however He gave us these things.

He read all my information, says Michael; this is all I had.  I took this information and made a User ID game.

This is why Lucifer does these things is because we do these things.  We are the lucifers in the eye of the Lord.  So, when we do these things Lucifer does these things.  We are the Satan’s when we play man as a fool.

Are you sure this is a small letter to the word lucifer, as Jesus?  Yes, I am sure because a capital letter signifies an individual.  It means, the Morning Star, I add.

Did he just put a smile on my face, asks Lucifer to the animal kingdom as he runs around asking all the animals in the early morning?

If you haven’t heard the joy of an angel you should hear what I hear.  I hear the joy in Lucifer’s voice as the flies around on a winged horse shouting, I am in my book!

I am reminded, Beelzebub does these things.  They do these things together.

Beelzebub!  Your name goes up in lights, says Binxy.

That’s the problem, Beelzebub says to Scrabble and Binxy; you two went into the movie business!  I went into Broadway!  Where the light the lights and all the world is a stage!  I add, And we are merely the players.

This is what we are trying to tell you, You flicker!  You flicker!  Says Scrabble.  I add, you flicker the lights on Broadway!

These Are the Mother Fucking Games

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  January 30, 2015

ADULT LANGUAGE

How do you play these movies back?  I put a lot of movies into this individual.

All day long I pull my information.  All day long I pull my information from his head.  The information in his head is the information where I store my messages.  The messages we carry are the messages of our Holy Father.

This is how we play the movies back.  We play these movies back with the information in our heads.  We all play a movie back with the information we play with in our heads.  In our heads we get a flicker of information.  The flicker of information tells us something about who we are.  With the flicker of information telling us something about who we are we can tell a story about our Holy Father and the angels who bring us our messages.  The messages are from our Holy Father and the followers of Him.  We have been doing this forever.

See, I open one of these boxes and I put an angel inside of it.  The angel holds the information and the movie which flickers in our heads.  Our heads flicker with information about each other and the angels who have a story to tell you.  The stories are about each other; For, the stories are about our brothers and sisters who have our stories.  Stories are about who we are in the Kingdom of Heaven.  The Kingdom of Heaven tells stories about who we are.

This is that Jesus is trying to tell you, we all play a different movie back.  We all play a movie back of who we are.  We are the pope we are and our movies are about who we are whether they be about who we are or about who we are to be.  To be or not to be, in the famous words of Shakespeare, is about who we are.

Oh, hello Shakespeare!  How are you Honey, ask Binxy?  I take a piece of Binxy and put it back and say, How are ya Binxy?  I do these things differently, he replies?  I do these things differently, as he continues.  We are all different in the irises of the Lord, I add to Binxy and Scrabble.  We all play these games as Binxy and Scrabble.  That is who we are to USNdaddy.  When we are all the same we are not different.

Vive la différence, I shout!  Celebrate the differences of who you are.  We are all different in the eye of the Lord as a cheetah has different spots; For, the spots are never the same.  The spots my look the same but when we examine them closely they are never the same.  These are the differences of who we are whether we are homosexual or heterosexual, whether we are leaders or classroom presidents or whether we are a debutante or a poverty stricken individual.  We are who we are and judgment shall not be passed on who we are.

He actually knows, an angel says as the information passes me by.  This is what makes him different; he is able to read the information which surrounds him.  The information which surrounds him is the information as to who we are in the Kingdom of Heaven.

You mean, this man is able to read information asks Michael Williams (Badge Number 4419)?  This man is able to read information better then you are, says an angel who speaks with him.

I do these things differently, says ScrabbleBinxy.  All day long I do these things.

You do these things differently, Binxy tells Beelzebub.  What did you do to this angel, Binxy asks me.  I showed him a little love, I reply to our God.  By doing that, He tells me, my son does these things differently.  When a man shows me he can love my children he is welcome in my home.

Be careful what you say and do, says Binxy to me.

Michael won’t read his information back, says Satan.

Carroll, don’t say anything about who we are says Michael Williams (Badge Number 4419).  Michael, I reply, I don’t understand what you are saying when you say, don’t say anything about who we are.