NO PROBLEM, BOSSING OLDER MEN AROUND . . . AH, INCLUDING PRESIDENTS, 8 YEARS OLDER THAN ME! LOL!
THE DREAM--SO FUNNY!
Oh, God Intel, a truck just went by, that said, TIDE'S, now that is symbolic, as everything is, Shelley's youngest kid, is not Elliot, dream on, but, he is TY or Tyrone Southwick, sweet kid, and Elliot just ran into him, at Shelley's other son's house, Isaac, aka, Elliot, for the rockin' days of God's Revolver, "Little Black Horse" CD, Hard Rock Band of 2008, later, with a three CD record deal with Sony, not hard to be jealous of Elliot, when, all the bands, Isaac, dropped out of, turned hot, and rocked, the metal or rock world, but, that shows me, what, I said, above, that if they haven't outright stolen this title and blog, right off, my computer in front of my face, like they do, on all the best blogs, and believe, me there are three top, blog subjects, James Kennedy, Jesus Christ and Elliot Secrist, guitarist, bass guitarist, and vocalist, for all these bands, now a music major, and former, accepted student, at the Berkeley Music School, in Boston, MA., and not necessarily in that order! LOL. Song on, JUST LIKE FIRE . . . one of the most out of control natural elements, unpredictable, and fierce, just like the color of my son's fiery hair! Wild, locks of golden red! So, know, that this blog is being stolen, that NSA, loan-a-tool, service, that hacked into 150 countries, with ransomware, think, cops and mob, Mormons and Republicans! I am hitting two of the top blog earners, that take this blog, worldwide of interest, and like fire, running wild . . . I never did it for the money, but I hate, bitches, who can't write one of these blogs, who don't have dreams, except to steal mine, not only living dreams for my life, on my work, but my sleeping dreams like this one . . . that made me groggy, and sleeping in, almost two hours, later, than normal. Song on, "I'm Here Without You Baby, Think About You All the Time . . . "
My, version of James Kennedy, is about as wild a man, image, as you can get . . . literally, the Marlboro Man, remember the old, cigarettes, commercial, the rugged, good looking, man, cowboy, back in the days, when, cigs could be advertised, dates, both of us, but when he walked in the Butte Rescue Mission, late one, cold winter, night, right after Christmas, in 2014, I immediately, noticed him, thinking, man, things, sure are looking up, around this old Mission, now closed! LOL! What shocked me, this, not marriage material, and this will play into the dream too, woman, the hardest, personality type, to be married to, seeing a ring, as a burden, making me feel claustrophobic, to say the least, don't lock me in, don't pin me down, lol, woman, looked down, freaking out, that I had lost my wedding ring! Sending me into cardiac arrests, as much, as seeing, someone that good looking walk through the door! LOL! What the fuck, I am looking for a wedding ring on my finger? NOT ME! Great, the PARTY, with the strike out mark, just went down the street, maybe the cops, figured out the women, slamming the keyboards, next to them, really is the attorney, and the bitch they have been working with and for, is not, is the "imposter" the "poser" with MY MONEY! Anyway, Kennedy, rough and tumble, was a sight for sore eyes, not generally, looking, nor taking note! LOL!
ALL KENNEDY COUSINS, ARE EITHER BIKERS OR FEDERAL AGENTS . . . THIS ONE, STRUCK ME, AS BOTH, OR A BOUNTY HUNTER, OR A GOVERNMENT ASSASSIN, SO I NEVER LEFT CAMPUS WITH HIM, BUT ONE TIME, I MET UP WITH HIM, ON MY WAY TO THE BUS, THROUGH, AN OPEN FIELD, AND RAILROAD, AREA, WITH AN OLD BARN, JAMES, WAS SITTING THERE ON AN OLD TIRE, SMOKING . . . HE WALKED WITH ME FOR A MINUTE, AND FOR A SPLIT MOMENT, HE TOWERED DOWN OVER ME, DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING, AND I THOUGHT, HE IS EITHER GOING TO SNAP MY NECK, OR HE IS LOOKING INTO MY BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYES, ICE COLD AND MENACING! LOL!
James was always a mystery to me, a paradox, always, ending up being different, than I thought, or surprising me, in one way or another, generally, when, I was not watching him, or he thought, I was not watching him; . . . once I asked to listen to his music, expecting, Led Zeppelin, to get, an earful of Tony Bennett for Frank Sinatra? Or, coming up on him, seeing him, down by the bus station, me at the top of the hill, hearing him, yelling, if not screaming, at someone, through some listening device, that appeared to be high powered, red earphones, that went over his head, and must have doubled as a vocal and audio, device! When, he saw me standing up, in the snow, and listening to him, he stopped, never talked much around me, so, I found that curious? He did say he was rich, so, maybe conducting business, or he was a cop, yelling at a subordinate in his absence, trying to run a division or department from Butte, Montana! LOL! Generally, in the mornings, James was up early, as early riser as I am, but, he always, tanked up on coffee, cigarettes, although, I never saw him actually smoke, as I recall? But, hyper, on caffeine, coffee, cup after cup, and all day, as it seemed, Mr. high energy, and I thought, someone needs to make him, stay still for a minute . . . he could probably, feel my eyes, on him, lol, and it made him, as nervous as talking to me! LOL! FAV memory, is one night, some country song was on, a bunch of us were just sitting in the dining room, after dinner, late, and this, RIDE INTO TOWN, AND LOVE YOU LIKE A COWBOY, came on . . . James, got up, and started singing the song, top of his lungs, and dancing, so sexy! SCREAM . . . I have this theory, that men, make love, like they dance, and few dance! So, double, look, into the secret life of this cowboy cops, biker? Definitely, more secure than he was acting around me . . . so that reminds the girls at the Mana Soup Kitchen, in Durango, Colorado, who always wanted to know every juicy detail, of the man, some of the background to put this dream into perspective.
JAMES, ROLLS, RIGHT INTO MY DREAMSCAPE, LAST NIGHT, ONLY IN THE DREAM, I WAS ABOUT, 30 YEARS YOUNGER . . . INSIGHT, INTO, HIS MINDSET, ROBBING THE CRADDLE WITH ME? SO NOT TRUE! CONVENIENT FOR THE LIARS, WHO WANT TO CLAIM, BEING PARENTS OF MY COOL KIDS!
The first time, I was with James in Butte, he was forward, aggressive, smarmy, and using all kinds of pick up lines, that I found, tedious, but, still interested, but reserved! LOL! I was a hit and miss, all the way around, and there had been, two bounty hunters featured, in the Daily Inter Lake, Kalispell, Montana, who were filming, an episode, up there, where, I had just left, the photo, was from out in a field, so the dudes were not too clear, but both were bikers, one looked, like James, long hair, the other, just as tall, and a bit more balding, who looked, like the dude, in the Mission, who was over the bread runs, and he always seemed after me, and seemed to dig, taking James with him, while James watched me like a hawk, getting privileges in the kitchen, while I was doing dishes, that normal residents, didn't? The team! The second time, after I left, in a surprise, exist, that, left James spinning, pissed, and shot the next night, after he told me he loved me, back in January of 2015, only to wake to see that I had gone, this is before, the Durango, thing. I came to the Butte bus station, on my way to Helena, to do some hobby lobbying, and everyone, who saw me, told me, James was shot, in a cast, and I thought, good, that will slow him, down, I can go to the Montana Legislature and check on the water compact, and he will still be there! He would not believe anyone, who told him, they saw me . . . she would never come, without coming and giving me a hug. He didn't know me! LOL. I am still married to my blog, he was stuck, so, off to the hill, and back, in three days, being run out of GOD'S LOVE, when, some fake biker dude, probably working for James, told everyone, I was an undercover, FBI agent! They all went APE SHIT, so I left, back to Butte, but, James didn't talk to me for two weeks . . . I told him why I left and why I thought it got shot, 3 former, lovers, dead, so he got a warning shot, and that is why I left! or some of the reason, but the most pressing.
SO, THIS IS TWO YEARS AFTER, SEEING JAMES, IN BUTTE, BUT, I THINK, HE CAME TO MISSOULA, ONCE OR TWICE, MAY HAVE SAVED ME FROM AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT, IN THE CURRENT AQUATIC CENTER, WHERE I GOT LOCKED, IN WITH FORCE, A SHOWER STALL, AND A SWIMSUIT, DRYING MACHINE, TURNED ON PERMANENTLY, SO LOUD, YOU COULD HAVE HEARD A GUN SHOT GO OFF, PERFECT PLACE . . . THE DOORS TO THE WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM LOCKED, ME PINNED IN, CRAWLED UNDER THE DOOR, NOT EVER, KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED, BUT SEEING ANOTHER, SLASH IN MY SWIMSUIT, FOR THE THIRD, HIT, ON ME, THWARTED?
There have been, many, bizarre, James, ring, shoe, sightings, over the last two years, that, I can, not confirm, if it was him, or not, so, him, waltzing in my dream life, taking charge of my life, going along with the coffee cup, I saw this morning, I'M THE OLDEST, I MAKE THE RULES, does and doesn't surprise me, especially, if he is an undercover cop! They are used to bossing, citizens, around, or subordinates, and usually, have a tough time, drawing a line between home and the job, bossing wives and kids around! I was young, and my kids were still young, but, it seemed, like, a current dream, but, like my hair stylist, the other day, the truck driver, beautician, who checked my hair, looking for gray, hair, and not believing, me for one second, that I am 62, even after knowing me for years! So, for James, that could still be true, he probably doesn't know, anyone, who gets all over the country, is not tied to a man, or doesn't want to be, living in, homeless shelters, and being on the run, in the 50 states, much, more, a male thing, or for sure, a younger women, I live a very young lifestyle. But, in the dream, I was at home with, nice . . . symbolic shirt, FREMONT STATION, I always, joked, that Rachel was easier prey, or mounting, the cop cunts, love to say, YES, and I dig, turning men, especially, cocky jock types, like Kennedy, down, and doing damage to their fragile egos, for lack of challenge! LOL!
So, James comes, marching in, goes right into my kitchen, and starts, cooking up, large cuts of beef, which, would be consistent with being raised on a farm, like he said, whether that is true or not, is not within my purview of knowledge, but he told me his family owned, half of Kansas, and they had a large dairy farm, and at one of those moments that I caught James off guard, he had spectacles, purple or pink, sitting on the end of his nose, reading or devouring the newspaper, one time, when he actually, sat still, and his profile, reminded me of some senator, or professor? But, anyway, in the dream, tall, he was making these massive, cuts of beef, steaks, on steroids, now it took me years to go from well done on a steak, to, medium rare, but these were a cattleman's steak, still dripping with blood, out of the thick, pink, and I remember saying, are those cooked? He didn't answer, and he just kept cooking, and then, he took, smaller cuts off the meat and gave them to my kids, who were young! I always tried to get James, listening to music, or so I thought, to come to the library and look at my red-haired, Jesus, son, rock star, guitarist and vocalist, bass, but, he would give me this strange look, like, he didn't believe me, that this was my son, or that he, had been led, to believe it was someone, else's son, and he would just give me this, puzzled look, and never talk, nor go with me, which is one of the reasons, I thought, after the Durango, double, that he hooked up with Rachel, James, curly, hair, same color as Elliot's dad's hair, and Rachel, being much my coloring could pull of being the parents of Elliot, because, I kept, slamming the genetics of Kay and Brett, both, dark haired with brown, eyes, perfect for Isaac, claiming to be Elliot, but, once I started, to put Elliot on my blog, with videos, that all changed and someone would easy be able to tell, Kay and Brett were not the parents, of this kid!
JAMES GAVE HIMSELF A BIZARRE HAIR CUT . . . I LOVE LONG HAIR, TWO OF MY FOUR HUSBANDS HAVE HAD LONG HAIR, AT LEAST WHEN, I MET THEM! SO?
NSA IS MESSING WITH MY COMPUTER CURSOR, CAN'T MOVE IT!
WE WERE ALWAYS IN THIS FAMILY SETTING, WITH YOUNG KIDS, BUT THE FUNNIEST PART OF THE DREAM, WAS, ME AND JAMES WERE SITTING IN A ROOM, FULL OF PEOPLE, AND HE REACHES OVER AND STARTS TO MOVE HIS HANDS UP MY SKIRT, WHICH, I DON'T WEAR ANYMORE, AND MAY DATE, WHEN HE FIRST SAW ME, MANY COPS, GO BACK TO 1997, AND ASSET FORFEITURE, VERY GOOD LOOKING, MUCH, YOUNGER, FACE THE SAME, BUT BODY, DIFFERENT, BUT, PERHAPS, HE IS PUTTING TWO AND TWO TOGETHER, SEEING ME, BACK, 20 YEARS AGO, WHEN, MY KIDS WERE MUCH YOUNGER, BUT, HE STARTS TO RUN, HIS HAND, UP MY THIGH . . . I PUSH HIS HANDS, OUT FROM UNDER MY SKIRT AND I SAY, JAMES WHAT ARE YOU DOING . . . "MY GRANDMOTHER IS IN THE ROOM!" LOL! MY GRANDMOTHER WAS STILL ALIVE AT THAT TIME!
THE ONE THING, I LIKED SO MUCH, ABOUT JAMES, AS A COP, OR WHATEVER, HE WAS WILLING TO VERIFY, AND CHECK MY STORY, STARTING WAY BACK, MAYBE THE REASON, HE CAME TO BUTTE, IN THE FIRST PLACE, TO VERIFY, WHO WAS WRITING ABOUT THE KENNEDY FAMILY, RIGHT AFTER THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE ASSASSINATION OF PRESIDENT JOHN F. KENNEDY, ALSO, WRITING ABOUT THE "ALLEGED" DEATH OF JFK JR.! I HAD PRESENTED SEVERAL THEORIES, AND ONE, THAT HE WAS STILL ALIVE!
VERIFY, VERIFY, VERIFY . . . AS YOU GET OFF, AT THE SCOTT, TURN AROUND OR ABOUT . . . GOING ALONG SPRUCE, TOWARD THE POVERELLO, DOWN THE HILL, NEXT STREET OVER, AT THE BASE OF A TELEPHONE POLE, IS CARVED IN THE CEMENT, JFK 10! I WILL LET YOU GIVE YOUR OWN, SYMBOLISM, TO THAT, IN FRONT OF THE POV. IN THE CEMENT, IS CARVED, "I LOVE YOU" AND A HEART!
ALL COPS, SHOULD LEARN TO VERIFY, CLAIMS, BACKGROUNDS, AND ESPECIALLY, A BLOG WITH 1650 ALMOST, BLOGS FILLED WITH "DOUBLES" LIES, THEFTS, STEALING OF EVERYTHING FROM LIVES, RESUMES, TO CASES AND BILLION DOLLAR BLOGS . . . WHEN I MET, JAMES, I WAS IMPRESSED AND THIS, LED TO CONCLUDING THAT HE WAS OR COULD BE A COP, I HAD, MADE A QUICK TRIP, UP TO KALISPELL, THEN, TO MISSOULA, WHERE THE POV, OPENED JUST DAYS, BEFORE, BUT, THERE WAS HEAT ON ME, SO I TOOK A TRIP TO LAS VEGAS, COUSIN IS IN ON THIS ROOS, SISTER SHIT, AND, HE WAS SUPPOSE TO PICK ME UP, AT THE BUS STATION, ROUGH PART OF TOWN, ASSASSIN, SCARY, SO I JUST GOT BACK ON THE BUS, AND WENT TO BUTTE, FOR THE FIRST TIME, JUST BEFORE, CHRISTMAS, JAMES SHOWED UP, RIGHT AFTER THAT . . . I TOLD HIM WHAT HAPPENED, GOING FROM KALISPELL, WHERE I SAW THE BOUNTY HUNTER, DIDN'T TELL HIM THAT PART, BUT, THEN, WENT TO MISSOULA, AND ON TO VEGAS AND BACK, ALL IN THREE DAYS . . . HE DIDN'T BELIEVE ME, AND SO I SHOWED HIM MY TICKETS! LATER, HE QUESTIONED MY AGE, OR SOMETHING, SO I SHOWED HIM, MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE . . . BUT I FIND COPS HAVE BEEN LONG LIED TO, AND EVEN IF THE FACE PROOF, THEY DON'T BELIEVE, OR DON'T WANT TO BELIEVE, HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING, BUT HE SAW, OR HE THOUGHT, I HAD JUST OBTAINED A COPY OF "MY" BIRTH CERTIFICATE, BUT, THE FAKE BITCHES, HAD, ALMOST 15 YEARS, HEAD START, TO FUCK WITH COPS, NATIONWIDE, MINDS!
WHAT THE FUCK EVER?
SEEING, ISN'T ALWAYS BELIEVING!
I TOOK THE #11 BUS, AND GOING PASSED, A USED CAR LOT, JUST NORTH OF THE BUS STATION, THERE WAS A GREY SUBURBAN, OR SUV, AND THERE IS A BIG SIGN, THAT SAYS, "LOOK" OR HAS BIG EYES, AND MY SISTER, TIFFANY, 14 YEARS MY JUNIOR, DRIVES OR DROVE ONE, LIKE IT, THE NEXT SISTER TO PLAY ME, AS I AM "YOUNGING!"
IT WAS AS IF, THE SIGN, WAS TELLING ME, IN LIGHT OF THE COFFEE MUG, MESSAGE, THAT, JAMES WAS SAYING, BUT YOU LOOK, TIFFANY'S AGE! TRUE! WAIT UNTIL I LOSE MY WEIGHT! EASY 35! LOL! GROWING YOUNGER!
FUN MEETING YOU IN MY DREAM! LOL!
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