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Neon…I would love to know what this sign means because I have no idea what humanity wins…all we do is destroy things, so this doesn’t makes any sense, please read on…

We say we love our kids but don’t make the government enforce the laws that say companies have to clean up the air and their messes, but instead let them pay fines for years and years, while we buy inhalers and watch kids die because they can’t breath.

We have children, and the government takes them and teaches them to kill others, then sends them to be mutilated, mentally and physically, or die, fighting against people who don’t want to fight either.  The men who start the wars never die in them, but sit safely in their offices counting the numbers of bodies, telling the public everything is going to be okay.  Our presidents were good at that.  Is the tiny little tyrant on the front lines, killing children in Ukraine, or is he sitting at one end of his 300 foot long table, dressed in his little suit, issuing kill orders to OTHERS?

We seem to be destroying the resources that will keep us alive (including intelligent, peaceful people), while the government is concentrating on making sure that women are kept powerless, even over their own bodies.  Our supreme court is one sided and concerned that there was a leak about the abortion issue.  They didn’t like that.  No, they were very upset that their secret got out before they were ready to tell everyone.  They had sad faces and their voices were emotional that there was a leak.  Never mind the horrible thing they were up to…taking more freedom from people.  They didn’t like their freedom of secrecy taken. Hmmm.  Funny how that always seems to be the case.   How does that work?  Oh, yeah, they have the power and we don’t.  THAT’S how it works.  That’s why what happens to THEM is important, but not what happens to the rest of us.  The women most harmed by this unjust, hateful, shameful, insane law, will be poor and unable to travel to where they can be safely treated.  And everyone knows that a woman who is violently raped would just love to have the rapists child.  I mean what woman would be happy to be in that position.  Women need to get to a blue state before they take their rights away as well.

Kids are hungry, poor, live in food deserts, have no education, and are killed in the street, but they want women to have more children, or die, if they won’t.  No gun control.  No ban on military grade weapons.  Nope.  Guns are way more important than dead kids. No money in dead kids, lots of money in guns.  Profit is what it’s all about.

Inflation is destroying what’s left of the lower middle class and that doesn’t seem to be an issue either, as long as women who are raped have those kids and guns are not controlled.

Cleaning up the air and water, keeping bees alive, so we don’t starve in 8 years without them, doesn’t seem to be important, at least not as important as a fetus.  Raping priests, no problem.  They’re almost all above law, and their lies don’t even get them into trouble.  Nope, those are god’s people.  The destroyers of childhood/lambs.  Doesn’t matter that some of the kids killed themselves, as long as the priests are living in a nice happy place and people are STILL supporting the institution.  It’s all good.

The thing is, the wealthy and powerful just want to keep the rest of us under control.  That’s really all that matters, while the crazy person who wants to be king of america, waits in the wings.

I wouldn’t go see this movie.  Even if it was free and I could have all the popcorn I wanted.  But I can see Mitch sitting in the front row with all his friends, shoving the popcorn into his mouth and laughing his ass off.

This is what brainwashing and conditioning is all about.  We see it, then forget it and go about getting a shake and fries while making plans for the weekend.  OMG

 

Photo:  Samuel Regan-Asante
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Women HAVE to fight back…for choice…for an end to the violence against us…or we should stop bringing daughters into this world so they can be food for the machine.

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Stating the obvious…it’s ALWAYS now…Neon

purple and white UNKs coffee shop

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Neon…a short story.

nothing is impossible signage

“I’d like to speak to the manager, please,” she said, politely.

“Why?” he asked.

“Are you the manager?”

“No.”

“Then obviously,  you are not the person I …”

“I’ll get him.  Stay here.”

“Why would I go away?”

“How should I know?”

A tall, lanky, man came out from a back room.

“How can I help you?” he asked, smiling.

“Your sign is a lie and you need to take it down.”

“It’s not a lie, and I paid a fortune for it.  I’m not taking it down.”

“There are a billion things that are impossible.  Let me see you fly.”

“Fly?”

“Without a plane or hang glider.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Are you saying that it’s impossible for humans to fly without a plane, or device.”

“Maybe.”

“Count backward from a million in twenty seconds.  Start….NOW,” she said, looking at the timer on her phone.

He stared at her.”

“Can’t do that either, can you,” she said.  “How about this one:  get pregnant, then try and get an abortion in Texas.”

“Okay, so everything isn’t possible.  What’s your point?”

“My point IS, that there are MORE things that are impossible for us to DO, than there are things we can do.  Let me see you stop war, or hatred. How about stopping disease, or aging, or death.  How about making the world a place filled with friendship, and equality, a paradise for animals.  Can you stop all violence on earth.  Turn people into gardeners for the earth.  Bring back our ancestors, so we can put them on trial for crimes against humanity.”

“What do you want from me?” asked the manager, tiredly.

“I want you to stop telling lies and take down the sign.”

“No.  Not a chance.”

“Have it your way,” she said, waking toward the door.

“What do you think she meant by that, boss?”

“No idea.”

Once outside, she cackled with glee, and released her flying monkeys.

And that, my dear friends, was the end of the sign that told a lie. Oh, one more thing.  The manager, started walking with a limp that very night, but surely that can’t have anything to do with him refusing to take down the sign, right?”

Neon…How they met…

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“Did you make that sign?” he asked, starting at the words, as they stood in the street staring at the neon.

“Yes,” she said. “I did.”

“I like it.”

“Thank you.  Without art, the world would be a living hell.”

“The world is a living hell,” he said, turning toward her.

“Yes, but art makes hell bearable.”

He nodded.

“Do you believe everyone is an artist?”

“No.  Do you?” he asked.

“I think everyone is creative.  Some people are naturally creative, talent oozing from every pore.  Others can become more creative, with practice.  Some refuse to accept their creativity, but for the majority of people their creativity is put to sleep by the establishment.  Creativity is not rewarded, but frowned upon.  Those who are able to over come their conditioning, become, while those who believed they have no creativity, no longer recognize it.  But creativity is in the way people dress, decorate their homes, walk, etc. You can’t keep creativity down, at least not all the way.  Not without doing a lot of damage.”

“That’s really dark,” he said, taking a step away from her.

“Maybe.  But it’s still true.”

“So you believe everyone has creativity deep inside of them?”

“I think creativity is what we are.  The establishment thinks creativity, and thinking for one’s self, is dangerous to the point where they do everything possible to take it out of children, so they are more easily controlled.  Creative people are difficult to control, that’s why art, as a way of life, is usually frowned upon by parents and others.  Being an artist can be a tough way to make a living. The men in power hate artists, unless they’re having their picture taken with one of the famous few, during an election year.”

“You should wear black and carry a sign that says, END OF DAYS,” he muttered.

“I tried it, but it’s boring and no one really reads signs anymore.  That’s why I did this one in neon.  People might not read, but they do like lights.”

“That’s true.”

“I know.  That’s why I said it,” she snickered.  “What’s your creative thing?  I mean you dress…kind of cool.”

“Do you want to talk about it over coffee?”

“Sure,” she said.  “Why not.”

“Come on, let’s go to Cup of Delight.”

 

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While so many in the world are trying to kill each other…I’m sending peaceful vibes your way.

Photo:  Samuel Regan-Asante
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Neon and How they Met…

Pink and Blue Heart Neon Signage

“I thought this was a deli,” she said, standing in front of the counter.

“It is.  What would you like?” he asked.

“What about the soul thing?”

“What about it?”

“You want to hold my soul?”

“Uh, how would I do that?” he asked, frowning.  “We aren’t even sure there is such a thing and besides, even if souls existed, they’d be invisible, or misty, and no one could hold one.”

“So what does the sign mean?”

“It means our food is so good, you’ll feel it in your soul and never forget it.”

She laughed.  “Wow, that’s a lot of pressure to put on a lunch dish.”

“We can handle it,” he said, smiling.  “So you’re a virgin?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re first time here,”  he said.

“Oh, yes.  First time here.”

“Then you have to write your name and number, or email, on one of those tags,” he said pointing to a small table, “and put it in the jar.   You might win a hundred dollars, or a free meal.  This is the only chance you’ll have to add your name.  Once you leave, when you return, you will no longer be a virgin.   And before you ask, yes men are virgins too.  Anyone who is here for the first time, qualifies for the prizes.”

“I’m a vegetarian.  What do you suggest?”

He thought for a moment and said.  “Go sit down.  I gotcha.”

Twenty minutes later he walked over and placed five dishes of delicious looking food in front of her.

“This one’s on me,” he said.  “Don’t worry about the cost, just enjoy the food.  I think we’re going to go out, then get married, have one kid, a dog, two cats and a pet rat. But hey, maybe that’s just my dream.  Eat up.”

She watched him walk away and started laughing, after which she tried hard not to make too many groaning sounds as she ate.

“OMG,” she said.  “THAT WAS OUTSTANDING.”

“Glad you liked it,” he said, smiling.  “How about the date?”

“I like rats,” she said. “Is this how you get to hold my soul?  By making me fall in love with you?”

“It happens in all different ways, but this is one of them.  Yes.”

“I’m crazy about neon.”

“Dancing?  Friday night?”

“Sure,” she said.

“Meet me here at seven?”

“Okay.”

“You probably want another slice of rye bread, am I right?”

She held out her hand, he gave her the bread, and waved as she left.

 

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Neon…

there is a better way
but the rich and powerful
would disagree
and
since we gave them power
over our lives
noting is going to change
we the people
have no voice
we the people
have not privacy
we the people
have what those in power
allow us to have
we the people
live at the mercy
of those who control
our country
and if you think that’s not true
you haven’t been paying attention

Sunrise…neon…words.

Neon, Light, Night, Wall, Electricity

life is like
sunrise
in Chicago
you know the sun is there
but you can’t
see
or touch it
the sun
a huge
flaming star
can’t seem to burn it’s way
through the clouds
and if you listen carefully
you can hear the clouds
laughing as they spread
their darkness over the land
and life
by the way
is nothing more than an
IDEA
it’s not something
you can hold in your hand
or point to
life is ethereal
it’s something
we collectively
agree exists
so life is what we call
whatever this is
we’re doing
because humans
hate to admit
they don’t have
a clue
as to what’s
really going on

 

Picture:  Pixabay

Neon…and some words…

Reach for the and Blue Moon Neon Signages

 

the moon is in space
238,900 miles from the earth
you can pretty much
reach all you want
but this
is what you might call
an unattainable
goal
unless you’e an astronaut
which the majority of us
are NOT
and we still aren’t even sure
they really went there
doing yoga
eating kale
and riding your bike
12 hours a day
will not help you
reach the moon
so you might want
to think about setting
more realistic goals
in your life
ones you actually
might be able
to reach

 

 

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