Cadbury wishes to speak, so he shall......... the freedom of press.
The family farm was set afire and burning... during Bleeding Kansas... Cadbury was remembering.
Holier than thou, "Things are seldom as they seem" W.S. Gilbert:
Well it can certainly spread a long ways.. especially if spread thin like Jelly on Toast, pass the jar of Holier than thou........... please.
They say generally history is written by the victor.... so what may or may not be true entirely who knows?
There was black mold in the farm house.. it was terrible... there is a simple headstone nearby in the Cemetery with the name Patten Infant on it.
The truth is the other sibling children were playing with the baby and a bit rough and the dirty old cat scratched the baby and the child wound up getting a deep cut between his thumb and forefinger... well you know back in those days?... with all the good antibiotics and antiseptics the cut got infected perhaps in part due to all that black mold overhead on the ceiling... well the poor little fair haired guy succumbed...
The extremely distraught mother plead with her husband to tear the place down.. she wanted it Burned to the ground preferably and then enlarge the stone and concrete footprint and rebuild... well the story goes her two crazy cousins the nutty brothers were Pyro maniacs and did it for her... however the soldiers from the Nearby Military Fort got the blame... Don't take the words Free Kansas at face value... they mean quite the opposite... Free Kansas was in Support of Slavery...
The Abolitionists were not, thus the friction, Massacres were carried out... many just for the looting.... by hoodlum bands..parading as soldier impersonators.... and even Frank and Jesse James were labeled guerillas in the conflict.... the famous bad boys......
Traitors to both causes were all around the neck of the woods... Cadbury was a woman in that incarnation his feminine side....... so his now or her then wishes were actually met and carried out.. not exactly on the original terms in her mind... but by her giggling with glee at watching the fire they were actually her husbands idiot cousins they had just beat the band of the renegade soldiers that came and then the soldier boys caught the blame for burning the farm down to the ground... with no consequences anyway, but she had already lost the baby either way... the other neighbors managed to run off into the Corn Fields and hide.. as there homes were looted and then burned, no one is exactly sure where the Cray Cray cousins wound up.. .. .. goofy and his brother... that were giggling hysterically at fire, its a mystery,, later the Patten Family made there way back to Ohio... and borrowed
some money from family they had left behind to get a fresh start... So much for that chapter in Kansas....... Toto.
"Things are seldom as they seem"
Little more
annoying. Ms. Cadbury.
'Holier Than Thou'
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
The end of intergalactic war.
The clouds below Cadbury floated out over love bay... they were beautiful even though they obscured what was below them from his sight.
Alligator Blue he thought.... Alligator Blue...
It is more than about you, it is more then about you he thought.
Ain't you Fucked.
He was suffering complete amnesia........
Cadbury ran into a fellow with an itty bitty motorcycle barely could fit two... he rode on the back like ballast... the driver was very little and the mini bike had foot pegs were crafted out of wood... fabricated tree branches... as a matter of fact.....
It was a very scary ride... to the car auction.... there the classic car sat with no gas in it and none to be had.... wonderful he thought. Wonderful he thought just wonderful... better not dent it.
Then over to the house of the strange people... Good lord she must have been approaching 30 years old all dressed in blue... and sucking on a Binky.... some call them pacifiers.....
Whatever it was he Cadbury found himself not wanting to leave he grew aroused you see? She was well well above the age of consent.
He reached into the candy bowl and grabbed some M and M's.... to have a snack.
He thought of the color of alligator blue and the clouds that were beneath him drifting out over love bay...
and even though he could not remember a thing ... he guessed he was glad...
That it was the end of the intergalactic war.
Cadbury.
Alligator Blue he thought.... Alligator Blue...
It is more than about you, it is more then about you he thought.
Ain't you Fucked.
He was suffering complete amnesia........
Cadbury ran into a fellow with an itty bitty motorcycle barely could fit two... he rode on the back like ballast... the driver was very little and the mini bike had foot pegs were crafted out of wood... fabricated tree branches... as a matter of fact.....
It was a very scary ride... to the car auction.... there the classic car sat with no gas in it and none to be had.... wonderful he thought. Wonderful he thought just wonderful... better not dent it.
Then over to the house of the strange people... Good lord she must have been approaching 30 years old all dressed in blue... and sucking on a Binky.... some call them pacifiers.....
Whatever it was he Cadbury found himself not wanting to leave he grew aroused you see? She was well well above the age of consent.
He reached into the candy bowl and grabbed some M and M's.... to have a snack.
He thought of the color of alligator blue and the clouds that were beneath him drifting out over love bay...
and even though he could not remember a thing ... he guessed he was glad...
That it was the end of the intergalactic war.
Cadbury.
Monday, May 16, 2016
Going on Tuesday Afternoons.........
The General said to the Field Marshal...........
I am willing to stop me and you stop you.
It was a cold blustery New York afternoon..... Cadbury was on his motorcycle with side bags.. he liked to call them his snake bags.........only heavens knows why........
The kids were arguing in the old brownstone apartment the windows were open... the towels stank because they were folded and put away wet or something.... every one was having a mind snap in the house....
Things were getting to everybody on this Tuesday afternoon, he went for a ride........
Cadbury was trying to pull his motorcycle up on its parking stand... he was having a fuck of a time..
like somebody was watching and the bike nearly fell over... was he growing weak?
The pressure was mounting...
Maybe he would go see DR. Smelser for some advice on how to deal with the aggravation.
Going on Tuesday afternoons.........
I am willing to stop me and you stop you.
It was a cold blustery New York afternoon..... Cadbury was on his motorcycle with side bags.. he liked to call them his snake bags.........only heavens knows why........
The kids were arguing in the old brownstone apartment the windows were open... the towels stank because they were folded and put away wet or something.... every one was having a mind snap in the house....
Things were getting to everybody on this Tuesday afternoon, he went for a ride........
Cadbury was trying to pull his motorcycle up on its parking stand... he was having a fuck of a time..
like somebody was watching and the bike nearly fell over... was he growing weak?
The pressure was mounting...
Maybe he would go see DR. Smelser for some advice on how to deal with the aggravation.
Going on Tuesday afternoons.........
Thursday, May 12, 2016
The Candy Man Can
Cadbury was thrashing beneath the white cotton sheets.... his captors were playing that music outside coming from speakers on top of towers all pointed at his head... it was torture they figured they would break him..with their noise machine.......... That song The Candy Man Can kept playing over and over and over and over....
Cadbury looked at the padding on his cell walls.. it had a tuck and roll , button and stitch look to it...maybe he should pound his head on it... but he was afraid he might hurt the muscles in his neck.
An administered poem kept beaming into his head from the speakers above.
They refuse too:
They refuse too:
They will not change the people in the World:
They will not change the people in the World:
They are stuck in who they are:
They are stuck in who they are:
You are who you are:
You are who you are:
Hiding inside:
Hiding inside:
You can't go back from an Abortion:
Sadly for the do gooders good will is not always contagious... but can be.
The whole world needs to catch a virus... of the good kind.
The Candy Man Can..
Cadbury looked at the padding on his cell walls.. it had a tuck and roll , button and stitch look to it...maybe he should pound his head on it... but he was afraid he might hurt the muscles in his neck.
An administered poem kept beaming into his head from the speakers above.
They refuse too:
They refuse too:
They will not change the people in the World:
They will not change the people in the World:
They are stuck in who they are:
They are stuck in who they are:
You are who you are:
You are who you are:
Hiding inside:
Hiding inside:
You can't go back from an Abortion:
Sadly for the do gooders good will is not always contagious... but can be.
The whole world needs to catch a virus... of the good kind.
The Candy Man Can..
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Your Disdain
Cadbury found himself laughing.........
He heard your remark about his non adherence to uniformity.
He offers his sincerest of apologies to ........
Your Disdain........ of it.
He heard your remark about his non adherence to uniformity.
He offers his sincerest of apologies to ........
Your Disdain........ of it.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
The Benevolent vs The Butt Wipes
Cadbury loves to question he heard once that questions are the answers. (Anthony Robbins)
So he wonders why somebody has to be somebody to be somebody,? else wise it might seem they are little more then used toilet paper shoved down crabs holes in the mud among'st an expansive mangrove forest.
A.K.A. Butt wipes. Cadbury has also heard that a man or woman is not remembered by anyone beyond 5 generations unless of course they have had fame or notoriety befall them.
As an example say you had a distant relative like John F. Lacy who was a Congress man from Oskaloosa Iowa... he would or might be remembered... well it looks that way on Wiki Pedia.......
or say a Mr. Windom of Minnesota who was a Senator out there... then the memory lives on and he may be chatted about by some distant kin as of now... but the general idea is all are forgotten after 5 generations for the most part.... That should cheer you up. The exception being the possibility of memories being wrapped up in some genetic strand perhaps that could be wittingly or unwittingly recalled... Cadbury is not certain but thinks it is a possibility.
Any way...... Cadbury joyously babbles on........ like an old rotten shoe decaying in the mud on the floor of the mangrove forest he was looking at yesterday and wondering to whom did it once belong?
This was after wiping his butt and putting the tissue down the crabs hole... Lucky Mr. Crab! He won the crab lottery.
Cadbury sleeps on these things you know? He guesses..... Then he turns on his little window early in the morning... the window that runs on pixels and electricity know as an Acer Chromebook for those of you from earlier centuries ... not the one where the birds are chirping out of doors as they have for and in the centuries past or the one you flip paper pages... they are now electronic.......
It is a worthy question why does man always seek a Benevolent Being... to cling too, to grasp... to hold on to the skirts of ?
and why does somebody have to be somebody to be somebody?
Perhaps this question can correlate?
Mr. Eugene Peterson comes along and rewrites the words of the Bible and replaces them with what Paul David Hewson (better known as bono the rock star) refers to it as language he can better understand..
all is well then.
and the whole thing is met with acknowledgement and glorious fan fare? Why Mr. Peterson's wife even baked cookies......
Now, personally... Cadbury hopes there is a being smarter then him out there somewhere... he does hope so... and It is a relief for him that he can see the Stars, Moon, and Sun.... he does not have to muster faith to believe in those he can see them.
As Cadbury hangs his bare ass over a branch taking a crap looking up .... he thinks to himself... this thing religion is really very dangerous in fact.... that is not imagination... nor does it take faith for him to believe it is a fact... Just Look and see for yourself, the squalor and devastation in the name of which God?
So the final question from Cadbury is this... if there is no Benevolent being or beings... does that make you the smartest person alive or ever in existence?
Perhaps mankind is looking for a tit to suck on and there is a multitude of titty's out there? Just a thought.
Cadbury prefers to keep his options open, towards the Benevolent being idea and if there is one Cadbury hopes and prays he has one Hell of a sense of Humor towards him...... as he watches Cadbury screw guilt on the round water bed with silk sheets.........
Cadbury hopes and has faith and believes you have enjoyed his thoughts towards this subject................
No Sacrilege meant or inferred or implied in the faith hopes and belief of your goodly understanding towards Cadbury and his loved ones.
Thank You Cadbury.
So he wonders why somebody has to be somebody to be somebody,? else wise it might seem they are little more then used toilet paper shoved down crabs holes in the mud among'st an expansive mangrove forest.
A.K.A. Butt wipes. Cadbury has also heard that a man or woman is not remembered by anyone beyond 5 generations unless of course they have had fame or notoriety befall them.
As an example say you had a distant relative like John F. Lacy who was a Congress man from Oskaloosa Iowa... he would or might be remembered... well it looks that way on Wiki Pedia.......
or say a Mr. Windom of Minnesota who was a Senator out there... then the memory lives on and he may be chatted about by some distant kin as of now... but the general idea is all are forgotten after 5 generations for the most part.... That should cheer you up. The exception being the possibility of memories being wrapped up in some genetic strand perhaps that could be wittingly or unwittingly recalled... Cadbury is not certain but thinks it is a possibility.
Any way...... Cadbury joyously babbles on........ like an old rotten shoe decaying in the mud on the floor of the mangrove forest he was looking at yesterday and wondering to whom did it once belong?
This was after wiping his butt and putting the tissue down the crabs hole... Lucky Mr. Crab! He won the crab lottery.
Cadbury sleeps on these things you know? He guesses..... Then he turns on his little window early in the morning... the window that runs on pixels and electricity know as an Acer Chromebook for those of you from earlier centuries ... not the one where the birds are chirping out of doors as they have for and in the centuries past or the one you flip paper pages... they are now electronic.......
It is a worthy question why does man always seek a Benevolent Being... to cling too, to grasp... to hold on to the skirts of ?
and why does somebody have to be somebody to be somebody?
Perhaps this question can correlate?
Mr. Eugene Peterson comes along and rewrites the words of the Bible and replaces them with what Paul David Hewson (better known as bono the rock star) refers to it as language he can better understand..
all is well then.
and the whole thing is met with acknowledgement and glorious fan fare? Why Mr. Peterson's wife even baked cookies......
Now, personally... Cadbury hopes there is a being smarter then him out there somewhere... he does hope so... and It is a relief for him that he can see the Stars, Moon, and Sun.... he does not have to muster faith to believe in those he can see them.
As Cadbury hangs his bare ass over a branch taking a crap looking up .... he thinks to himself... this thing religion is really very dangerous in fact.... that is not imagination... nor does it take faith for him to believe it is a fact... Just Look and see for yourself, the squalor and devastation in the name of which God?
So the final question from Cadbury is this... if there is no Benevolent being or beings... does that make you the smartest person alive or ever in existence?
Perhaps mankind is looking for a tit to suck on and there is a multitude of titty's out there? Just a thought.
Cadbury prefers to keep his options open, towards the Benevolent being idea and if there is one Cadbury hopes and prays he has one Hell of a sense of Humor towards him...... as he watches Cadbury screw guilt on the round water bed with silk sheets.........
Cadbury hopes and has faith and believes you have enjoyed his thoughts towards this subject................
No Sacrilege meant or inferred or implied in the faith hopes and belief of your goodly understanding towards Cadbury and his loved ones.
Thank You Cadbury.
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