Now We're Talking

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  December 17, 2015

ADULT LANGUAGE

This is a poem to a story, which tells a colorful tale.  This story occurred between men playing a game in the animal kingdom.  The full story has yet to written.

Now we’re talking, Lisa!

Now we’re talking, Lisa!

Now we’re talking, Lisa!

There we go, Honey!

There we go, Honey!

There we go, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Redsagittarian!

Now we’re talking, Redsagittarian!

Now we’re talking, Redsagittarian!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

There we go, Honey, yells Red!

There we go, Honey, yells Red!

There we go, Honey, yells Red!

Oh, my fucking God!

Oh, my fucking God!

Oh, my fucking God!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Now we’re talking, Honey!

Oh, my fucking God!

Oh, my fucking God!

Oh, my fucking God!

Reaching Out to A Stranger

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Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  November 09, 2015

Scrabble and Binxy would like to share with you a poem.

It’s from someone I recently met, SGJ Roper, 2007

This poem, he tells me, was written shortly after he met a man who was thinking of suicide.  Whether, if the man committed suicide, he does not know.

Reaching Out to a Stranger

I hope it’s not too late – I don’t mean to hesitate.

Before I could say hello, he’d say good-bye and fled.

He had a job do.  Was that our final clue?

“I’m on my way to Heaven,” he said, “a place I want to be.”

Words spoken sans joy or glee caused fear to rise in me.

“God’s not ready for you.  Your destiny, you’ve yet to fulfill.”

Death is not the answer to any of your ills.

Too slow to act, not time to explain,

Thoughts unspoken for I didn’t know his name.

So, why did I feel an impending loss?

How did I feel a total stranger’s pain?

Doesn’t he have someone who care,

A friend to make him understand.

Heaven accepts you, only if you’re chosen,

That choice is not yours to make!

Yours is not whether to live, but how.

And, if you believe in Gods

How can you but live for them?

Follow him on Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/sgjroper

All Day Long ~ White Party Weekend, Part 2

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Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  October 19, 2015

ADULT LANGUAGE and CONTENT

All these mother fucking pig people want to play a mother fucking movie back.

All day long I play a mother fucking movie back.

All day long I play a mother fucking movie back with the mother fucking pig people!

All these mother-fucking pig people do is open their mother fucking holes, yells John Hamilton to John Gibbons and Paul Eckhardt!

You mean, all these mother fucking pig people do is open their mother fucking holes hollers Paul?
Then, open their mother fucking holes and I’ll call these mother-fucking pig people, hollers Paul to John Gibbons!

All day fucking long!  All day fucking long!  All day fucking long!  All day fucking long we play these mother fucking movies back, yells John Hamilton to Paul Eckhardt and Michael Williams!

All day mother fucking long we will play a mother fucking movie back, yells John Hamilton!

All day long we will play a mother fucking movie back watching these mother fuckers open their mother fucking holes, yells John Hamilton to Michael Williams and Paul Eckhardt while John Gibbons pulls the video camera out from behind the widescreen TV!

Now you get me, USNpig!  Now you get me, USNpig!  Now you get me, USNpig yells John Hamilton!  You can’t watch movies back all day long and not play a mother fucking movie back!  I wanted you to play a mother fucking movie back with Paul Eckhardt and Michael Williams!  John Hamilton would have come over and opened you mother fucking hole!  We would have all got high as a mother fucking kite and opened each other’s mother fucking holes!

All Day Long ~ White Party Weekend

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Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  October 19, 2015

Some ADULT LANGUAGE

Revisions in names came.  The reason being, investigations were taking place.

This is what Paul Eckhart John Paul Anderson is trying to tell ya, John Gibbons!  All day long I wait for this man to give me a hit of methamphetamine!

You mean, he won’t pass you a hit of methamphetamine, asks John?

I thought you said, this man was Redsagittarian (John Joseph Gibbons) yells Paul JP?

No, yells John Gibbons!  I never said, he was Redsagittarian (John Joseph Gibbons)!  I’m Redsagittarian (John Joseph Gibbons), he yells to Paul JP!  

You knew that, he yells to Paul JP!  You went to this mother fucking White Party, yells Sagittarian (John Joseph Gibbons) to Paul Eckhart John Paul Anderson and John Hamilton with Michael Williams listening in!

You mean, you people are just now writing these stories ask Paul JP?  That is because; my family wanted me out of Palm Springs I tell him!  They thought it was a safe location away from police officers, murderers, gang rapist and homosexuals!

What kind of nonsense is this, I sit here and ask?  I am no longer a child, I say firmly.  My family is homophobic.  I am homosexual.  Homosexuality is not tolerated in my family; living or dead.  There are homosexuals in my family who are supportive of who I am.

Then, I didn’t need to put my foot down yells Paul Eckhart's John Paul Anderson's grandfather?

No, you did not I tell him.  This is my talk with them.

Every time it comes to homosexuality my father interferes.  He has these angels play me as a fool.  For, if it weren’t the angels then he would have men play me as a fool.

Then, you are not the man I thought you were says Thelma to Norb Scherber as she puts him in his places!

Every time I mention homosexuality and my father, he tries to rewrite my story.

It’s not easy understanding homosexual men or women.  We play our own melody.

Understand you children.  Understand homosexuality.  For, acceptance is the only possibility.

I want to say to you, to the animal kingdom, accept who you are; accept who they are.

Don’t fight against yourself; don’t fight against others; For, your feelings are evolutionary.

All Day Long ~ The Night I Died, Part 2

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Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  October 19, 2015

Some ADULT LANGUAGE

Revisions in names came.  The reason being, investigations were taking place.

Now Paul, how do you want to go about doing this question, Michael Williams?  Do you want to play this man for a fool or do you want to play this man for a fool, pointing to Carroll Scherber, asks Paul JP Anderson to John Gibbons and John Hamilton?

Let’s play this man for a fool, pointing to Carroll Scherber; he is face down on a mattress, yells Michael Williams to Paul JP Anderson and John Gibbons?

He left his mother fucking hole wide open, shouts Paul JP Anderson to John Gibbons!

I want to play this man as a fool, pointing to Carroll Scherber yells Paul Ryan Eckhardt JP Anderson to John Hamilton while standing in the kitchen and preparing a hit of methamphetamine!  He is lying face down on the mattress!

I want to play this man as a fool, tells John Gibbons to Paul JP Anderson and John after the man came back to the living while they were standing in the kitchen making a hit of methamphetamine over the stove top!

All day long I want to play this man as a fool, tells Paul Eckhardt JP Anderson to John Gibbons!

All Day Long ~ The Night I Died

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Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  August 4, 2015

Revised:  August 29, 2020

Some ADULT LANGUAGE

This is what we are looking for is when he just sits here and doesn’t say anything, tells John Hamilton to Trina (Michael) Williams!  Redsagittarian sits here on a novelty which is made for adult entertainment while these animals get dressed after they have seen the kingdom of heaven.

Carroll…!  You read me, hollers Raphael!  You men, he is a reader he asks Beelzebub and Satan?  He’s a reader, screams Satan!  Then what are we beating each other up for, asks Raphael to Beelzebub?  We are beating each other up for information, tells Jesus to Raphael!  We have all been lied to by this information.  It was John Hamilton’s family which was beating us up.  They are the ones who wanted their relative to be our Holy Father.  They thought because he was an officer-of-the-law he would be the one for the job of our Holy Father.

He is not the one I told you about, yells Raphael!  He is the one, as he points to USNdaddy!  This is the one he came here with!  He came to Redsagittarian’s home to play with Redsagittarian!  You are the one Red called, he tells John Hamilton!  You are the one Red called, he tells John Hamilton!  You are the officer-of-the-law!  Are you not John Hamilton and Trina (Michael) Williams, Raphael asks these two men?  They never said anything, tells Raphael!  They stood there in wonder!  The archangel appeared to them.  The animal kingdom appeared to John Joseph Gibbons.  The animal kingdom came to collect Carroll Scherber.

They all came.  The animal kingdom and the tree people.  The tree people came with the animal kingdom.  The animal kingdom came with the pig people.

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You mean, he won’t sit here and go through all this information asks John Hamilton to Trina (Michael) Williams?  He is sitting here on this mother fucking toy; of course, his is not going to go through all this information!  Just take it and let’s get the fuck out of here, yells John Hamilton to Trina (Michael) Williams as John Gibbons sits on a novelty toy!  This angel says, he is our Holy Father tells John Hamilton to Trina (Michael)!

You mother fucking liar!  He is in the bedroom sitting there on a mother fucking toy, yells Trina (Michael)to John as they exit the bedroom furniture!

All day long he sits there on that mother fucking toy!  He doesn’t do anything, tells Norb Scherber to Raphael and the animal kingdom!

I told you, I killed the motherfucker, John Anderson yells to John Hamilton!

Carroll!  Please don’t write anything down, yells John!  I’ll have to play you as a fool every time you write something down, tells Red!  This is what John Hamilton has me do!  He plays me as a fool every time you do!

Now see, Trina (Michael)!  I have to play this man as a fool, tells Red!  I have to play this man as a fool because he is writing things down!

Now see this is what Satan is trying to tell you!  You have to play this man as a fool!  This man Redsagittarian!  This man sat by and did nothing!

Nothing!  He sat by and did nothing, yells Norb Scherber to Satan!  What the fuck was he thinking, he yells?  He is sitting there!  He is sitting there on a mother fucking novelty toy!

The man is dead!  Call 9-1-1, Ed yells to John Joseph Gibbons!  No one does anything.  The man lays there.  USNdaddy will be brought to the animal kingdom, tells God to Lucifer and Satan with Beelzebub playing USNdaddy as a fool to bring him into the animal kingdom.

Damn you, USNdaddy yells to Redsagittarian!  Wake the fucking up!  You are laying there face down on the mattress!

USNdaddy awakes and is played as a fool.  USNdaddy was pulled back into the mother fucking animal kingdom.

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You people are here to bear witness to what you hear; Where these men are here to bear witness to what they saw.  For, Raphael came to them with the animal kingdom to give them a message, This animal is our Holy Father!

Michael vs Michael

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  July 12, 2015
Revision:  April 11, 2020

Revisions are highlighted in red.  Names have been changed to those who were actually involved.  The reason for the aliases were to protect prior to investigation. 

I have been wavering with these names.  I done more work in discovering out who these men are between Michael Williams and Michael Ingram.  I have received a lot of flak and difficulties as I have fore mentioned.  There has been some difficulties due to the stories I tell and the Testament which is being written.

There are many reasons for the difficulties.  Their families go down in history for eternity.

Michael Williams is a Cabazon police officer out of Cabazon, California, and formerly a Rancho Mirage police officer.  I have verified through his Police Department his Badge Number, # 4419 4438.  John Hamilton, Badge Number #4424, has been verified by the Rancho Mirage Police Department out of California.

Michael Ingram Jeff Muhleman is they man who witnessed the sexual assault, rape and murder in November October 2011.  He lives in Cathedral City, California.

John Hamilton and John Gibbons were sending a live video feed through an adult chat room where men converse virtual private network (VPN) for others to view.  I have to realize they were shooting live video for another man to record their actions.  This man would be Michael Ingram Jeff Muhleman.  I do not have is User ID.  I know, I met this man once before in 2013 2012 when I was invited to his home.  He did not realize who I was, nor did I know who he was at the time.  He is my a key eyewitness to this act of sexual assault and murder.

Why people do these things do these things is beyond me.  They know broadcasting live sexual acts across a some chatrooms is against the Federal Bureau Investigations law held within a EULA; thus, utilizing a VPN they can share more openly.

Why 9-1-1 wasn’t called I do not know.  I wasn’t aware as to what had happened at time it happened. 

After awakening from the dead, I immediately saw and heard things differently .  I heard things differently.  This These things I saw and heard where not of under the influence.  They were of the Kingdom of Heaven.

When did I realize these things were of the Kingdom of Heaven?  I knew immediately; however, I did not put it together until I started receiving messages.

My life is far from normal any longer now.  The messages I receive are on a moment-to-moment basis.  I never know who may be holding a message for me; where the Kingdom of Heaven holds all my messages.

You may be listening or you may be reading.  You may even be doing both.  Listen to my messages.  Hear my voices; For, I (We) have my (our) angels deliver my (our) messages.

I communicate differently now.  I do not use a communications device as that often.  For, each man, woman or child I encounter gets played as a fool.  These men want to know as to whom I'm am speaking.  Then, they have men, women and child who play me as a fool.  For, I am no fool.

Do not be played as a fool.  And, do not believe everything you hear.  Believe what you know to be true; but, listen.  The truth is held within.

From this experience, I have found Officers-of-the-Law not to be true.  For, they have called my family and lied.  For, they have called my friends and lied.  They had my friends and family not disclose to me what they had done.

My friends and family now look at me differently.  For, they believe what others tell them; because, these were officers-of-the-law.  My friends and family took their word as if their word was gold.

Be true to yourself.  For, I am true.

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

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
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!

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
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.

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…

Sunglasses on Faces

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  March 13, 2015

I think a certain animal forgot to put his sunglasses on his faces, I say to Scrabble.

You mean, he is the animal who is supposed to wear the sunglasses asks Scrabble as he passes sunglasses to Binxy.

How am I supposed to keep these sunglasses on my faces, asks Binxy as he places the sunglasses on his faces?

You tie a thread to the tentacles of the sunglasses, says ScrabbleBinxy as he ties a string to the tentacles!

Ouch, says the octopus!

Now my sunglasses are tied to my faces, says Binxy!  All I see is my irises, he shouts to Scrabble and ScrabbleBinxy!

That’s because Baby, those are mirrored sunglasses on your faces says John Lennon!

I got sunglasses on my faces, yells Binxy through the animal kingdom!

Sibling Rivalry

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  March 12, 2015

INCOMPLETE STORY

These three lose too much information when they play each other for the fool, says BinxyScrabble.

When brothers play each other as a fool they tear each other apart as sibling rivalries do.  When we tear each other apart we have a tendency to lose our heads.  When we lose our heads we have a tendency to forget who we are.

Friends, family and relatives all argue.  When we argue we have a tendency to lose our heads.  When we lose our heads regain your thoughts, become friends, family and allies.  When we do these things together we do these things together.  Never let others dictate to you as to who you are, as to what is right and wrong, and as to how you should live your life.  Your life is yours to lead, guide and control.  Let others guide you, let others lead you and let others dictate to you what you should say and do.  Take control of your life and destination, and leave others behind where others may follow.

Be a guiding hand, be a helping hand, be there for others and be there where others are not.  A friend once told me, be there.  I am not here for you; my heart is here for all of you.  I feel your compassion when other may feel you compassion.  Compassion is felt through the Kingdom of Heaven.

When a man dies for your sins his compassion is felt with the hearts of our Holy Father, Jesus Christ and now Carroll Scherber.

When a man’s heart feels your compassion; he weeps.  A weeping heart is a heart which carries the burden of our families.  Our families are our burden.  They carry with them a torch which lights the night, it lights the way, it lights the truth and it lights them within our hearts.  The glow is everlasting, it is radiant and it is warming.  The glow shall be eternal, the glow shall be forever and the glow shall radiate the skies, our faces and the sun.

When I say, Amen; I say, the same to you.

Wherefore, art thou love?  Wherefore, art thou compassion?  (Interruption.)

(Interruption story: to be inserted later)

(After interruption.)  Wherefore, art thou valor?

Love is contrived to be a feeling from the heart.  Love is to an emotion.  Love is to be a state of the mind.  When all three are in play our love is our love for each other, for our families and for our friends.

Compassion is to heartfelt.