Memoir 2 ~ The Storm

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  June 17, 2015
Revised:  May 11, 2016

This memoir has some revisions in Paragraphs 1, 8, 9, 10 and 16.

My depression cyclones.  The cyclone has touched ground.  The ground is hard.  The sand and gravel covers our earth flies in turmoil.  The sand and gravel carries the weight of my emotions.  The impact of the sand is scattered remains about our home.

My home is covered with sand as my emotions are scattered amongst my home!  My home!  My home is hurt by the turmoil it carries.

Is the cyclone within my home?  Have I seen its iris?

My home is being swept away as the emotion fly.  Fly!  Fly!  Fly!  The emotions are flying!  Where the land is dependent upon the earth, which is not struck by gravel.

The cyclone turns!  The cyclone turn!  The cyclone turns the turmoil, which hasn’t settled upon the earth.  My house is about to fly!

The winds are ever increasing.  Winding and twisting!  Oh, my!  Where the sky falls is dependent on the horizon.

The sun is not seen.  The moon has been clouded.

The sky is falling!  The sky is falling!  My house is flying!  My house is lifting!  The emotions wind within my bleeding heart.  For the river of red which carries the cells to a pounding rhythm as the gravel beats against the house.

Pound, Pound!  Pound, Pound!  The gravel goes.

The sand which creates soot beads against the home.  I hear the flesh of the home tearing as the sand and gravel peel the layers away from the home.  Our home is covered by the protective layers we use to build our home.  The flesh peels and tears.  The wood is beaten.  Pound!  Pound!  Pound!  Pound!

The house begins to shake!  The house begins to shake!  The house begins to roar against the tattered wood.  The roaring winds gust through the home.

Moving objects!  Moving objects!  Moving objects!  I can’t get it to stop!

The wind takes the doors and windows!  The wind takes the doors and windows!  The window closes shut as the door jams open!  Blowing!  Blowing!  Blowing!  The wind is blowing!  Make it stop!

Barricade the doors and windows!  Shelter yourselves from the storm!  The storm is brewing!

Dang it!  Turn off the coffee and shelter yourself from the storm!

The storm takes the objects!  The storm takes the objects.  The objects are taken by my storm.  The storm doesn’t quiet.  The storm wages on!

Monkey in a Outer Spaces

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  May 31, 2015
Revised:  October 19, 2016

Where is Lucifer, asks ScrabbleBinxy to USNdaddy?

His in the outer spaces, he replies!

Where did they send him, asks Scotty?

They sent him to Uranus, cries Binxy as the tears were coming down his faces!

Oh, my God, yells Scotty!  That’s a flicker!  One on the transporter pad Captain, hollers Spock across the Holodeck!

Plot course to Uranus, tells the captain.

Captain!  We have a stranded monkey in a space suit, yells Spock!

Course is set Captain, yells Spock!

Communication is being received, tells the communications officer.

Put it on the main viewer, tells the Captain.

On the main view Captain, Scotty tells the Captain!

Look, Captain!  It’s a monkey in a space outfit, yells the communications officer as she points to the monkey in the space outfit who is on the main viewer circling around Uranus!

What is he doing, yells the Captain?

It looks like he is going around Uranus wiping out all the Klingons, tells the navigator to the Captain!

One to beam up Captain, yells Scotty!

Continued... May 27, 2016

I want to take over, the Klingon yells to the Captain!

How about, Uranus, the monkey in outer space yells to the astronaut in out spaces?

Continued... September 20, 2016
That's because, he's too busy wiping out all the Klingons in outer spaces, Lucifer yells through outer spaces!

Continued... October 19, 2016
That monkey came back from outer spaces, Lucifer yells to USNpiggy in the cockpit!

That monkey came from a long way, the astronaut yells to USNpiggy in the cockpit of the spaceship!

Michael Ingram or Michael Williams

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  May 11, 2015

I know I have been going back and forth with these names.  I recently was able to narrow the field.  Michael Williams' grandmother's name is Lisa Ingram where is grandfather's name is Michael Williams.

He has made it difficult to find out who he truly.  Their families were not so forthcoming.

Michael Williams, now a Cabazon Police Officer for Riverside County used to play these games in Palm Desert, California.  He is the man who pushed me face down into the mattress and smothered me.  So, when John Hamilton laid his body upon me I had already passed out.

As to John Gibbons, Sagittarian or Redsagittarian, he is just as guilty.  For, neither of these men called 9-1-1 or 911.  The video recorded the entire event, failed to tell me of the event or show me the video, broadcast the event over a website for others to play men as a fool and to play me as the fool.  Several men viewed this video and neither man called 9-1-1.

The man known as Charles Rodgers Adams host a VPN through his home with no EULA to broadcast these videos of men spying on others in their homes having sexual acts.  You may be unaware of their spying but others are viewing you.

This movie was the highlight of the White Party Weekend in 2012.  This is where these men plotted to play this man as a fool.

Palm Spring, Palm Desert and Rancho Mirage will never be the same in Riverside County.

So..., who pays the price for these men?  The man who is homeless.  For, he has no money for an attorney.  These men ensured this man had no money, no wealth or fortune.

When a man is homeless and without...these men can get away with anything.  Especially, if they are Police Officers.  Who is above the law?  Apparently, these men are.  For, they know I would never be able to obtain a Police Report, gain confidence with the Police Stations or gather any friends who aid a man who is without.

Psalm - Voices

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  May 11, 2015

All day long I praise Jesus.

All day long I praise the Lord.

All day long I praise Amun.

Does He hear my song?

Does He hear my voices?

Are our voices being heard?

My voice is heard upon the rock which hold my soul.

Where are my voices being heard?

In the Kingdom of Heaven?

In the animal kingdom?

My friend says she hears my voices.

She says she hears my song.

For, my ears have gone deaf; For, I no longer hear my friends.

I no longer hear my family.

I told you, give him something to play with and he will write Psalm.

Three Hour Tour

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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!

Fork Tongue

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 24, 2015

Pull my tongue out a little further, Satan tells Satan Scherber!

You gotta be kidding me, he says!

I’m kidding you, Satan Scherber says to him.

You know, I already speak with fork tongue!

You gotta be kidding me, tells Satan Ingraham.

It is one of these things I play with, tells Satan Scherber to Satan and Satan Ingraham!

Fortune Cookie

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 13, 2015

Here is a cookie, tells the waitress.

What do I need a cookie for, asks the patron?

Take the cookie, Honey!

Open the cookie!

Okay!  Okay!  Okay!

Open the cookie, Honey!

Okay!  Okay!  Okay!  I’m opening the cookie!

Let me get the wrapper off!

Okay!  I got the wrapper off!

Open the cookie!

Open the cookie!

Open the cookie!

I’m opening the cookie![

What’s in the cookie?
What’s in the cookie?

What’s in the cookie?

It’s a piece of paper.

You gotta be kidding me?

You gotta be kidding me?

You gotta be kidding me?

There’s writing on the paper.

What’s it say?

I don’t know.  It’s in Chinese!

Get the waitress!

Let me get the waitress!

Here comes the waitress!

How can I help you, asks the waitress?

What’s this?

It’s a piece of paper, tells the waitress!

Well, what’s on the piece of paper?

It’s your fortune, tells the waitress!

Oh… it’s a fortune cookie!

ScrabbleBinxy, it’s a fortune cookie!

Let me tell you, I can’t fucking read this he tells the waitress!

It’s in Chinese, says the waitress!  Of course, you can’t read it!

Oh…!  It’s in Chinese!

Oh…!  It’s in Chinese!

ScrabbleBinxy!  It’s in Chinese!

That’s what I thought!  It’s in Chinese!

Thank goodness!

Thank goodness!

I thought it was in Japanese!

Why did you think it was Japanese?

Because, if it was Japanese…

You could look as these, as ScrabbleBinxy is interrupted!

The whole table laughs.

What’s it say?

It says, I don’t know.  It’s in Chinese, says the waitress.

You gotta be kidding me!

You gotta be fucking kidding me!

You gotta be fucking kidding me!

It says, And, with six you get egg roll!

Knock! Knock!

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 9, 2015

Knock!  Knock!
Who’s there, Binxy asks as he heads towards the door?

It’s the plumber!  I've come to fix your sink!

It’s the plumber.  He’s come to fix the sink Honey, tells Scrabble.

There’s a cracked pipe under the sink, says Binxy.

He’s the plumber.  He’s here to fix the sink, says ScrabbleBinxy.

A cracked pipe, the plumber says.  I can fix your cracked pipe.

He can fix the cracked pipe, says Scrabble with glee!

He can fix the cracked pipe, says Binxy with joy!

The plumber bends over to fix the cracked pipe.

Scrabble says, That’s not a cracked pipe!

Binxy shouts, That’s not a cracked pipe!

ScrabbleBinxy chuckles, That’s plumber’s crack!

You gotta be kidding me, Binxy laughs!

You gotta be fucking kidding me, Scrabble laughs!

I ain't fucking kidding you, shouts ScrabbleBinxy!

Now that’s one plumber’s crack I would like to open, Scrabble tells Binxy and ScrabbleBinxy!

Voices

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 6, 2015

Why won’t he talk to anybody?

When you have a man in a family, who does not talk to each other, you have a man who is not heard.

Voices are raised where words are spoken.

Voices are heard where words are spoken.

Voices are mute where words are spoken.

Ears are open where the mind is closed.

Ears are open where the heart is melancholy.

Ears are open where the body is withered.

Silence are the words which are not spoken.

Silence are the words which are heard.

Silence are the sounds which surround us.

Voyages

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 2, 2015

Where are we?  Where are we depends on who we are.  I have spoken so frequently about the looking glass which holds a true and factual statement; I have spoken of the reflection which tells a big fat lie.  What I didn't tell you is where you are in the reflections in your irises which see the haze within your eyes.

The iris easily hold the sunburst which reflects the virtue of who you are; if it is not of who you are, then it is of who we are.  The haze is the cloud which covers your virtue and integrity.  The cloud which covers your irises is the cloud we wash away; if we do not wash away the cloud over our irises then we question where we are.

We start our days just as we end our day, we start our mornings just as we end our nights, we begin our journeys just as we end our voyages, and we move into the sun just as we walk away from the sunset.  We are here to commence our voyage for each voyage has a destination and journey.  We are on a voyage of no end without a journey to guide us to a destination; our journeys are set forth before us, whereas, our futures are placed in front of us.  Our voyages are here before us to explore and examine; our journeys are here in our laps for others to share and tell.