Ghost Story VII

This is part 7 of a Ghost Story. Part 1 is here, and Part 2 here.Part 3 is about lesbians. Part 4 is here. Part 5.666 Part A8E.

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"Oh, shit," said Peter, his eyes literally popping from his skull. "Have you been abusing her? Is that what's happening? Is that why she's seeing the spooks?" He covered his mouth, and then Harry tackled him, as expected.

Ehud walked over as the two men rolled around on the floor. "Peter, you're not helping," he said.

"I don't know," said Peter, trying to avoid the father's punches aimed into his mouth, "I've been wondering --" this time a punch connected -- and Ehud began to try to separate the men. As he was dragged away into a corner, Peter said his piece: "Been wondering why the dude has been looking so jumpy all this time?"

Harry tried to charge, but Beatrice and Emma held him back. The father snorted, and then spat, and then, regaining some composure, said "Well, this wasn't exactly what I had expected from the Wisconsin Paranormal Society."

"Dad, stop!" said Emma, covering her face in shame.

"Stop what, Emma? Why are you covering your face?" asked Harry, angrily, and pointing. "Seriously, why? He is the one that is trying to seduce you into his business. He is the one that is evil."

"Look. I have a girlfriend man," said Peter, struggling from Ego -- Ehud's arms. "I don't need to go around touching your 'little girl'. Like you do. Or did."

"Peter, shut up," said Ehud.

"Oh yeah?" laughed Harry, now trying to kick Peter in the face, despite being several feet away. "So who's your so-called girlfriend?" He then imagined booting Peter's face once again, with one of his boots. "How do you like that, you child-molesting little freak? How is that workin' out for ya?"

"Her name is Nadine," shouted Peter, face down on the floor, bleeding a little bit from his nose. "We're in love. Suck on it. I don't need your 'child' to engender some kind of sexual mythology that probably even I would not care for."

Ehud finally managed to break in and properly separate the two. "Nothing productive has come of these exchanges." He looked at Beatrice, and found that she was now sobbing, very softly. So was Emma. "Why don't I tell you some useful information, instead?" he said.

"Yes," said Beatrice, shakily, and she took Ehud's hand. Her poor knees were wobbling. "Tell me about it. What is really happening?"

"Uh. Well, it's actually just some blips," said Ehud, shaking his head. He was slightly nervous.

Beatrice walked over and she and Ehud embraced their arms. "Tell me," she said. She then put her thigh over his lap. "I want to know everything. Tell me about everything, about this kid, Bobby."

Ehud nodded obediently. "Well, if you look at the Google Map of Madison, Wisconsin, right here is the center."

The Problem With destro

(10:30:58 PM) riverfr0zen: off to play another round of streetfighter
(10:31:43 PM) destro: ok man i ll talk to u l8r
(10:41:07 PM) riverfr0zen: i played a few rounds
(10:41:16 PM) riverfr0zen: first i played it on 'medium'
(10:41:27 PM) riverfr0zen: there was no real challenge
(10:41:35 PM) riverfr0zen: so then i played it on 'hard'
(10:41:50 PM) riverfr0zen: i kicked so much ass
(10:45:09 PM) destro: what system?
(10:45:34 PM) riverfr0zen: ps3
(10:45:43 PM) riverfr0zen: i was saying that:
(10:41:07 PM) riverfr0zen: i played a few rounds
(10:41:16 PM) riverfr0zen: first i played it on 'medium'
(10:41:27 PM) riverfr0zen: there was no real challenge
(10:41:35 PM) riverfr0zen: so then i played it on 'hard'
(10:41:50 PM) riverfr0zen: i kicked so much ass
(10:46:02 PM) destro: what system?
(10:46:04 PM) destro: i mean
(10:46:05 PM) destro: wii?
(10:46:06 PM) destro: ps3
(10:46:21 PM) riverfr0zen: but i got killed by a computer AI
(10:46:58 PM) destro: we were about to watch dexter but the rain is really loud right now
(10:47:01 PM) riverfr0zen: marc cassata is an italian that i have a problem with
(10:47:28 PM) riverfr0zen: some time last year or so, he said the only reason i was so good at this game was because i am an asian
(10:47:29 PM) destro: lol i dont know who that is
(10:47:34 PM) destro: hahhahahaa
(10:47:39 PM) riverfr0zen: he's marc cassata
(10:47:47 PM) riverfr0zen: his last name means 'cake'
(10:47:55 PM) destro: lol
(10:48:00 PM) destro: hes an asshole
(10:48:08 PM) destro: the best playin the world at that game is DOntae davis
(10:48:11 PM) destro: my boy in atl
(10:48:13 PM) destro: georgia
(10:48:42 PM) riverfr0zen: my come back is to not use any racist terms, and instead reveal the fact that the only reason he wins in the online version of the game, is because he takes advantage of lag
(10:49:17 PM) destro: nah be racist
(10:49:36 PM) riverfr0zen: i haven't heard of DOntae, but I wouldn't insult his heritage, or history
(10:50:11 PM) riverfr0zen: the problem is that marc doesn't know how to press the buttons properly
(10:50:53 PM) riverfr0zen: i tried to show him, several years ago, but he just wouldn't learn
(10:51:12 PM) destro: lol some people don't want to learn
(10:52:00 PM) riverfr0zen: he hurt my feelings
(10:55:27 PM) destro: im sorry bud
(10:55:49 PM) riverfr0zen: it's all good
(10:55:57 PM) destro: people are assholes
(10:56:05 PM) destro: hell u live in the most cultural place on earth don't u
(10:56:25 PM) riverfr0zen: it's kind of weird, really.
(10:56:59 PM) riverfr0zen: it's one of the richest places, and yet, sometimes people can go ahead even beyond that, and be total asses
(10:57:11 PM) destro: hahahahaha
(10:57:16 PM) destro: ny is filled iwth assholes
(10:57:17 PM) riverfr0zen: one of them tried to run me over with their bicycle
(10:57:40 PM) destro: hahahha
(10:57:43 PM) destro: that happens everywhere
(10:57:47 PM) riverfr0zen: i was standing in the middle of the street, minding my own business
(10:57:47 PM) destro: doubtful of a racism thing lol
(10:58:03 PM) destro: today some 14year old black chick cut off some middle aged old woman
(10:58:10 PM) destro: and then said : Excuse me bitch to the old woman
(10:58:11 PM) riverfr0zen: this barrage of girls on bikes suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and almost ran over me
(10:58:20 PM) destro: and the woman replied : You cut in front of me hunny
(10:58:26 PM) destro: thats hot
(10:58:33 PM) destro: birrage of women? to take care of u when they hit u
(10:58:49 PM) riverfr0zen: i managed to survive, somehow
(10:59:04 PM) riverfr0zen: must have been doing some really special moves that day
(10:59:42 PM) destro: lol kung fu shit
(11:00:45 PM) riverfr0zen: lol
(11:01:29 PM) riverfr0zen: i want to turn this conversation into a facebook novel
(11:02:01 PM) riverfr0zen: especially to show marc how badly he plays the game

The Life of The Man Who Always Arrives First At The End Of The Race

You set off in your Pontiac Trans Am, driving madly, driving crazy.
First the people turned to blurs, then they turned into her,
then there was just nothing.

I don't even have to remark about the end, because the end was in your eyes,
kind of purple a bit. Kind of orange. How about a little blue?
Sure, you said, gazing distantly.

See the dead bird somehow floating, away into the sky?
Picks itself up from its own ashes -- that dead bird never cries.
Upside down and diagonally, a spinning-bird-kick,
even a little jelly, for the senile and the sick.

Once again, they're pointing out to me how scared I'd been at first.
Didn't know how to press any buttons, didn't even know they could be pressed.
And when I get myself to the end, I start feeling lonely by myself:
I thought they'd be here to hang around, all my little friends.

.

But in this world, no one comes around, to hang around or
just shoot the shit.

In this world they will make you suffer, they will make you stutter,
claiming you no longer have your fins.

This is why she keeps banging, and banging on my head.
She wants to assert quite fully that I'm still not dead.

The Deep, Deep Freeze

His face was already distorted by every possible horror imaginable. You know how some kids made up a site called 'are you hot, or not?'? Well, he went beyond that level of intelligence.

Well, in New York City, if you want to eat a pizza, there are several places to get a 'real New York Slice'. But if you want to go really crazy, you can go and have a meal at Waldy's. The guy even makes a website where he explains to you the reasons he had for producing his fine product.

http://www.waldyspizza.com/

Unlike a regular slice, Waldy makes the crust thin. Lean mean fighting machine, etc. So there's the bases. All covered. Then, he goes ahead and puts all kinds of toppings over this crust he has made, because, honestly, after the crust, you're pretty much fixed up.

This is what experts do. They already know that they are excellent, so what they do is, they Embellish.

They polish the shoe store for the customer.

Beware The Deadly Flashing Blade!

Your skirts must not be sliced up, sir.

His tang is worser than his tongue
Tits just fall upon his penis.

She spoke to him, at the very last
about meeting upon, just meeting @ george bush
saying"you know where you need go,
to go when you need some",

He hugged her, he hugged her,
He hugged her to the end,
Thinking, at that point,
I think that "I still have her."

Black Adder! x infinite

Encircle

I have it pretty good.
You can't get better than this.
For example, take Jack Nicholson's face
in that movie 'As Good As It Gets'

Well, I got it better.

The pure enlivenment from aspects of my brain
shoots up and then diffuses at the top of my head.
It's like, when popstars cry about being sad,
I'm just stealing their energies.

But am I happy?
The answer is in the gear of No.
Unhappy. Displeased. Irritated, a little.
Where the fuck is Daniel Gilbert?

Come on Danny. Come here. Come here little guy.

Reference: http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/dan_gilbert_asks_why_are_we_happy.html

There Needs to Be Something Good

The sub-atomic particles were confused. "What is this direction? Why this?" they cried.

"He needs something good," they were informed by a surrounding voice. "This time, we are going to do something good."

.

When a Boy awoke, his soul filled up his skin so gently as taking careful steps amongst marigold. "The body is just a shell," sang a voice into his ear. "It is your soul that is important."

Babies know that these are the lies of anxious mothers. They start crying, at first, just to exacerbate the anxiety. Because the mother is the first testing unit. The babies want to see what they can do -- how far they could go. The cool thing is that even this lie is comforted by their Mother, after a short process of her various mixed emotions. Then the momz takes the baby and soothes it. The entire 'act' is one of liberation. Of freedom. The baby falls asleep at his mother's teat, free in his dreams, and the mother is also freed. She knows this boy will grow up to be probably the most excellent man ever. Now she may proceed and find sustenence for herself, and the baby.

The father is a distant figure. It is the mother who teaches the baby everything. From speaking -- saying things like 'bubba bubba bubba' -- to crawling. Yes, crawling. The mother teaches the child to crawl, and then one day, he finally does! She gets so excited, she phones up everybody she could possibly know. "He's crawling!" she cries, into the phone receiver, to a million people who probably don't care. But the million people are not what is important. It is the tears of the mother that are important, here. That is where you will find the most beautiful happiness. If you were there, you could even take one of the tears, and taste it, and it will blow your mind more explosively than any drug sold around in the multiverse.

Eventually the baby begins to advance from crawling, to walking. It tends to learn by itself. Mother is always watching, of course, but now it is from some kind of distant, fond amusement. Now she thinks, "Oh my God, what have I created?" There is a distinct smile on her face. She admonishes the baby, when it makes little mistakes. She trains it, according to her beliefs and such. But then one day, the child, now even talking back, informs her that her instructions are becoming rote. "My god," she cries to herself at night (not when he is listening). "I hope you are not going to break my heart."

Despite her greatest fears, this is a Good story. The baby grew up into a little boy, violent and mad. He did crazy things. One time, he even rode his BMX so fast, and pulled the front brakes, and was tossed over it, landing on his nose. The physics were amazing. That is the reason his nose ended up that way, for the rest of his life. His mother was not very happy when she saw it. But she told him, "You are now learning about the ways of life."

So he learned. He dated his first girlfriend at the age of 9 or so, on a see-saw. Later on, he moved on to more complex issues. He began hunting things bigger than little dragonflies with wings to pull out, or frogs in whose mouths to put firecrackers. He learned about a thing called 'humanity', which is where you get to care for people. He learned it because there was this one girl who (in planned place of his mother) told him how to do things. This girl was amazing. She knew about things, and when she conducted her experiments, all the physics always ended up completely correct. With this woman, the boy grew to even greater heights. He became a Man.

Is that not a beautiful story? No? Let me tell you something more beautiful than even that. Bear with me, and imagine ... imagine if the mother originally had never taken care of the Boy like that? Imagine if she did not even want it. Or maybe she was not ready for it. "What's so beautiful about that?" you might ask. "How can she be such an evil bitch?" Here is what is beautiful: I'm here to tell you that she is beautiful. And, no, she is not an evil bitch. I'm here to tell you that it is her prerogative. I'm telling you that she has to have a choice. Because if she does not have a choice, then all of the amazing stuff you see above will turn negative. The 'beautiful baby' who learned to walk and talk will end up a complete bastard. I don't mean that in the familial sense, either. He will be an an actual complete bastard. Not like-able at all. Nobody will love him. People will pretend to love him, but they would only do it for his cash.

So you see, then. She has to have the choice. That is how beautiful the whole thing ends up.