The 8 Emotions

bw15A transitional thought:  Love.  Gratitude.  Joy.  Passion.  Excitement.  Enthusiasm.  Hope. Satisfaction.

8 Words to cling to.  And hold on tight.  I love the Anatomy of the Wall-Of-Frames.  I love the days of being a pioneer.  I love the projects on my home computer.  I love to do what I’m going to do, gotta do–regardless of the outcome.  That philosophy’s been with me from the get-go, and I love the get-go!

I feel the gratitude from putting the messages out there, for being able to express myself, regardless of the medium.  I am grateful for tonight.  an evening of no TV and no PC.  I feel gratitude for being able to hear the wind chimes in the distance, in spite of the “noise” from  the animals in the barnyard. With all their clucking, braying and a lot of hee-hawing going on and on.  I am so happy and grateful because I can hear the wind chimes in the distance while they’re way over the hill beyond the horizon.  I love when I can hear them from the bar stalls filled with quite a few animals crowded in.

I feel the joy of this constant dream that isn’t real, that’s all an illusion.  If I love to hear the joy of the wind chimes, I must be listening for them.  I could feel the joy of talking to these animals.   I could be happy and always with perfect attendance.  There is joy for me knowing I’m not proclaiming to be a philosopher.  And there is joy when I don’t intend to be confused for a B-S-opher.  Have you experienced the joy of hunger with it changes everything you ever thought you knew about yourself?  I love and feel the joy of expecting a miracle, like having more hopes than I know what to do with.

I have the passion for developmental experiments in my writing!  I have the passion for criticism as much as validation and a place for me somewhere where I can write and speak as much as I can think, and make it pay for my living and some aside.  I have the love for a lazy bum who sits on his azz all day with his TV blaring at 4 a. m.  My only hope is that he feels the passion to nourish his body, to make his monthly rent payments, and to buy clothing, boots, and shoes for himself and for his grandchildren who don’t even exist.

I could feel the excitement of being in a hell of a place for the Poet.  A place for me to get my head knocked when I need it, and when I could feel the excitement of making friends again–I’ve forgotten how.  And I believe that the most excitement I could have is making enemies.  There is room for exciting miracles today!  I love the excitement of receiving miracles today!  And there is excitement in seeing what’s right with folks, rather than what’s wrong.

There is the excitement of raw Americanism that also appeals to an audience across the pond.  Exciting poetry is propaganda.  I could get plenty of excitement writing and publishing my own books.  I feel enthused about exchanging ideas and points-of-view with someone who’s skeptical.  I feel enthusiasm about having more laughs and tears in me than in any other clay pot I know of.

There Are No Accidents

I’m so happy&grateful for all the school  laid out for me.  One outfit for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday; another outfit or Thursday & Friday.  And providing for me that magical sleeping room off the Pitt Campus. I’m so happy&grateful for counting 10 blessings every day for 28 days because look what I’m creating!

I’m so truthfully blessed being Timothy again because I could give my writing a rest and release it to the Universe!  I’m so happy&grateful sending $700 to the Reality because they’ve installed security cameras and it’s peaceful and quiet here!  Thank YOU!  Thank YOU!  Thank YOU! For Voyage 2016 because I’ve accomplished so many projects!  And I’m so truly grateful for stumbling on Rhonda Byrne’s Stories of the Secret while coming out of the men’s room at the Public Library, because now I’ve been reminded of, and am again aware of LOVE and GRATITUDE!

These are my gifts to the Universe!  I’m really feeling the gratitude today and every day!  I’m so glad to be working with such a diverse group of people!  And that somebody’s paying attention to me!  I’m so happy&grateful for my theatrical experience and my voice.  I’m so glad I’ve got the gray hair  of experience and that I could adapt quickly!  I’m so glad I could reinvent and reprogram myself!  Thank YOU! x3 for the perfect resolution!

I’m sure glad that I’m responsible for my own feelings because nobody has my permission to make me feel bad! I’m so happy&grateful for the good sleep and dreams I had last night because I went to bed crying!  I’m so glad to have the magical lifeline, But I have to say that I am really grateful for money given to me throughout my life!  Because  there are a lot of negative feelings out there!  I am so happy&grateful for my security blanket to cuddle under when I’m depressed–which isn’t very often, so NO MEDS!

I am so happy&grateful for the old man on the street who told me about using a 4-letter word with the worst look of disgust on my face because he was talking about LOVE!  Never got to know his name.  I want to Thank him X3.  I’m so grateful he made me feel as though I had an ally.  He was such a calming force, and I could totally let go of the negative vibes!  This encounter was no accident.  There are no accidents.

The Flying Fists

Vin-Lad had received a letter from me explaining I’d finally gotten my ring as was due back in Ascencia soon. I told him that I wanted to see him as soon as I got here because I wanted to get a Fight-Dance Group and Performers Theater Troupe going here.  I want Vin-Lad to be the first to audition.  I wrote him and told him so.

Don had received my birthday card via airmail, because I had turned Facebook off again because Facebook is just a bunch of scrollers who want to be spoon-fed and who point&click @ whatever!  It’s back to the basic Sweet Tweets for me!  Don told me he understood them on Facebook, probably more than they all wanted him to, yet that’s why he stays on Facebook.

Don is one of the Filipino Flying Fists. He’s the Filipino Supra-Hero who evolves into the Lad of the House-Boat Studio, because he went from my clipboard to the Wall-Of-Frames!  He’s never said anything about Positive Thinking, which only disguises negative thinking.  “Feel,” says Don, “not just think positive. Feeling is the operative word here!”

For me, there are no more silent voices now. Everything doesn’t have to lie in silence anymore; and with the Performers Theater Troupe, I’m going to give these four Lads six months to manifest their desires and intentions–otherwise, I’ll shit it down like I shut down Facebook.  Right now, I see four Filipino Supra-Heroes loitering around the dock.

“It’s time to get up&go!,” I shout out to them from inside my House-Boat Studio.  “To keep myself from sinking into drinking again so I’m starting to just get up&go! Thank YOU!  Thank YOU!  Thank YOU!  For your get up&go!

I’d sent KJ a note telling him that his photos fill me with a thousand fantasies, and that I love to look at him. I wanted him to send more pictures head-to-toe.  I knew about where KJ lives, all about his friends, his favorite places to go.  And he told me that Fight-Dancing is his favorite thing to do.  So I told him to send some photos head-to-toe of him wearing what he wore to school, after school.  I knew he played sports, so I knew there would be some very good shots of him in his boxing gear.

Don calls AJ his Dream-Boat because he knows he wants to become the Lad of the House-Boat Studio.  AJ fantasizes about the House-Boat Studio being “his very own Dream-Boat Studio, where laughter could resonate, just not @ the workplace.  “You’re a little too close to the bonfire,” he tells AJ.

“What does that mean?,” says AJ quietly. “Anybody?”

ATOM! steps in between the two of them. “You’re VAIN!”

“Something I haven’t heard since I was in the second grade,” I say. “The word ‘vain’ is like an onion with different shades of meaning beneath each peel.”

“You’re getting a little too close to the bonfire,” repeats AJ. “You’re displaying excessive admiration for your own qualities!”

Now Who’s Gonna Be Captain Courageous?

Timothy, thank you for being my friend on Facebook for eight years, and for the marvelous photos you’ve provided me to create my Collages and Videos, another class at the University of Diversity!  Thank You, Timothy, for telling me to “do whatever you will” with your photos!  For quietly watching me and giving me the Thumb Up.  And for approving of me from afar and giving me Captain Courageous!

Thank you, Panagiotios, for providing the magical images for the past two years on Deviant Art!  And thank you for acknowledging and appreciating my tweets on Twitter!  Thank YOU!  Panagiotios for Abraham–a character based on you.  Thank YOU!  Thank YOU!  Thank YOU!  Thank you, Panagiotios, for the Panagiotios Project!  And the Panagiotios Punch!

I’m so happy&grateful for the Ascencia Public Library being open on Sundays now, because of that one more extra day!  I’m blessed with having written Beach Patrol because it was my second book in 2013!  That Kick-Azz Year!   I’m so glad for the month of October, my favorite month, and for having written Verses Of October!  I’m very blessed and grateful for Generation 26 because I’ve gotten gutsy&courageous in my writing!

Thank you for my seven seasons so far with Anything Theater! Because it shows my consistency.  My persistence.   My creativity.  Thank you for the great news coming to me today.  I’m so happy&grateful for Performers Theater because it showcases my talents, as well as others,  as creators, writers, and performers!

I’m so happy&grateful for Greg Louganis and Edwin Moses on the Wheaties Cereal Box because they decorate my living room wall beautifully!  I’m so happy&grateful for the Magic Money Day–Day 5 and for the Saturday matinees @ the South Hills Theater on Washington Street.  And for standing in the lunch line at Penn Elementary School for lunch tickets.   I’m so happy&grateful for the wonder years at Penn State Erie campus and Pitt!  For all the money Mother and Dad gave me, for having horses naying to greet me in the morning!  And I’m so happy&grateful for the rides to and from church on Sunday mornings and hearing the “Joe L. Brown Show” on KDKA radio on the ride back home.   Thank YOU!  Thank YOU!  Thank YOU!`

 

Magnificent Outcomes!

Mario’s back on AUDIO:  Nat King Cole–O Holy Night  Mario’s working on that truncated version of John Phillip Sousa’s Stars And Stripes Forever.  This is my final say:  we’re mixin’&meshin’ the younger and the older–a diversity of pitches.  Performers are preenting the sound of the writing and to them I say Thank YOU!, Thank YOU!, Thank YOU!  I’m watching my last Video cook for free on my PC in the House-Boat Studio.  And Henrietta Heron says, “What crazy stuff are they cooking up now in the House-Boat Studio?

“You want me to watch and listen to you and think you’re crazy?  I’ve known you a long time, and I guess you’re finally coming out of the closet now?  Wearing Retro again for the first time, in the age of smartphones, tablets, and lap-top computers!  Where are the ‘true-blue’ friends?  They all think you have a brilliant creative mind,  they just don’t approve 100%.  Some of your stuff are strokes of genius, and some of your stuff is kind of kinky! ”  –Henrietta Heron, Dirty Dishing

Bus Stop has to be my favorite piece; it’s been 10 years in the making.  I’m happy and grateful because I’m hearing female voices reading the nostalgic me!  Lovingston Drive sounds a lot better with female voices!

I have learned to relax, to ease into the theatricality of life.  I’m cooking up lots of material.  Henrietta Heron says, I see he’s putting up a lot of Videos; and I don’t know if I can put up with it!  What’s the matter?  Has he run out of things to write about?  And I’ve been cooking up lots and lots of stuff.  You’ll see it soon enough, Henrietta; so, for now, shut up and watch the Videos.

“People are going to start UN-Friending him on SpaceBook, man!”  She writes in her column, Dirty DishingShe’s my Devil’s Advocate.  so, Henrietta, you’ve go to learn to love your client.  And who are YOU, anyway?  Where did YOU come from?

“When he writes ‘YOU’ in all caps, I’m intensely indifferent about putting any emphasis on YOU”

Relax, Henrietta.  I’m just being theatrical, even if it is over-dramatic in your eyes.  I admit there could be beautiful homoerotic energy here that took ten years to come into fruition.  And I’m even beginning to amaze myself.–for it is written!  So while you’re cruising me, I’m cruising you!  Everybody’s feelings could be over-dramatic and totally encapsulated here right now.    

The Library Fight

Cyrissa Hamil:

08jan31_by_anythingtheater-d7pyqrgNick and Gomez are picking on a Library Latin-Lad at the Ascencia Library.  Nick is still in his Lakers#4, and Gomez is wearing bicycle spandex showing off his muscles and creamy smoove mocha limbs.  He looks provocative!  He looks evocative!  POW!  He’s all naughty&nice while Nick’s feeling exotic&erotic.  And the two of them are giving the Library Latin-Lad, wearing a blue tank-top and blue thigh-high gym shorts with calve-high white tube socks rolled an inch below his knees.  And ZAM!  Nick&Gomez are giving this Library Latin-Lad the glares and the stares and the evil cutting eyes.

Nick:

Hey I left my Store’N’Go at this computer.  Hand it over!

M A R I O:

I’m tryin’ to watch a Video!

Gomez:

Go ahead, see me as a madman.  Throw me away in the trash. . .

Nick:

If you don’t gimme my Store’N’Go I’m gonna pound you into the floor!

M A R I O:

I’m tellin’ ya, I don’t have your Store’N’Go!  And I’m tryin’ to watch this video!

april_fools_12_by_anythingtheater-d7kgg5gGomez:

A stranger in a strange land.  Nobody owns me in this world or in the next.

Nick:

If you don’t help me find my Store’N’Go. . .!

M A R I O:

You’ll what!  And what’s that you’re wearing?  You think you’re Allen from the Lakers with your Lakers#4?  And what’s with the Retro-Style?  Dude, you must be livin’ in the 70s, and to me that’s a century ago!

Nick:

It’s all about the message in that there Video and you couldn’t even hear it, even with these headphones!

M A R I O:

Security!

Cyrissa Hamil:

Prince Nehemiah hears the commotion when he walks through the front door of the library.  He could see the Nick&Gomez Corporation up to their same ol’ tricks, and he could see they’re  pickng on his favorite Library Latin-Lad, lookng good in his garb!  He climbs the stairs two and a half steps at a time to the second floor of the library.

Prince Nehemiah:

How ya doin’, M A R I O?

old_school_new_school_1_by_anythingtheater-d7ldjceM A R I O:

I was doin’ fine watching you on YouTube and these clowns came up to bother me.  Lakers#4 ripped the headphones off my head!

Nick:

He called for Security!  You don’t look like Security to me!

M A R I O:

He might not look like Security to you, but he is to me!

Cyrissa Hamil:

Prince Nehemiah knocks Gomez to the ground.

Prince Nehemiah:

Don’t rock the boat.
Say you will and won’t,
Say you’ll do and don’t!

25nov23_by_anythingtheater-dasif1oCyrissa Hamil:

He flexes his left bicep; and, in doing so, skices Nick in the jaw.  Nick’s head jerks back and he let’s out a yelp! and Lights Out!

My $75,000 Worth

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I’m so happy and grateful for Qik-Kam Magic!  Because I could create thousands of visions and images.  And I’m so happy and grateful that my supra-Heroes and Supra-Hero Soul-Mates are all here!  I’m so happy and grateful now that I have shattered paradigms that had left me hesitant to write about the things I like to write about.  Because, before I part from this plane to the next, I’m going to have everything I want to say written down.

fe32I have the opportunity to see the world, and what great things that’ll do for my soul.  As I write about all of it!  Ask, Believe, Receive–it really does work!  Join me in feeling good and being on that frequency of receiving.  Together, we could be so focused on abundance, we’d always have more than enough money.  Soon, I’ll be paying you to read me.  I’m finding the Fight-Dancers around the world, and they’re finding me.

25nov23_by_anythingtheater-dasif1oI am the Camp Director of my Universe.  My books are the textbooks at the University of Diversity.  One fun course is the Visions&Videos class, and I’m so happy and grateful for all the Videos I’ve made!  My actions are mirroring what I expect to receive, and I’m so happy and grateful for what I have right now!  I am so happy and grateful now that I have The Power, The Magic, and my Supra-Heroes whose Supra-Heroic POWER is indeed LOVE!  And I’m so happy and grateful for the Love Songs of Ascencia, where life is good to me!  I am as free as the birs that sour in the sky!  And I am grateful!  I’m giving my heart to you, Universe!  I’m putting out my $75,000 worth!  Plus residuals.

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The Wacky World Of Weed

I’m a roach hunter, come could call me a professional roach hunter.   I know where to look for them, and I could get plenty of free highs every day of the week, if I wanted.  I could come up with all kinds of creative energy when I’m buzzed, as the cannabis serves a  viable co-creator.m

There’s this one brand I love to find on occasion.  I don’t know exactly what it is.  All I know is that it has a musky fragrance to it.  When I bring one of these roaches home, I mix it with cigarette tobacco and smoke it from Papa’s Brand New Bowl.  Even the smallest roach of this musky-smelling brand give me an intense buzz! 

Some could call me a professional roach hunter.  Not only do I know where to look for them, I use the magic of gratitude to find them.  I get up every morning and say to the Universal Mind, “Thank YOU!  Thank YOU!  Thank YOU!  for my presents on the sidewalks today!  And I’m so happy and grateful now that I’m at the Peak of my Performance!  Not only that, I truly believe that my roaches are all giving me my 2020 Visions!

I’m so happy and grateful for all the self-published books under my best and for all the characters I’ve created in my Universe–my New World.  I’m so happy and grateful for young Library Latin-Lad with the words, “Every breath is a second dance” tattooed across his chest.  The phrase could be the title of my next book.

I’m so happy and grateful for SupraStyle Fashion with a passion!  I’ve been dreaming and fantasizing about the Supra-Hero garb for nearly ten years now.  and Now, it’s time for the fashion to tip, to manifest.  I has already manifest in my world called Ascencia.  My Ascencia could be the Mauritius Islands!

 

Bella

Bella proclaimed, Beware of the Dog!  His opinions are always right, and he always gets the last word because he’s always interrupting everybody else.  And any other guy who isn’t mesmerized by his voice and by his fragrance is a faggot!  He hates his job and is miserable while doing it, and if anybody else likes the job and sounds pleasant and natural must be on drugs.

“Beware of the Dog!,” Bella repeated.  “The men’s club is closed to anyone he assumes is a faggot.  And faggots are not to be included in football fantasy nor to be included in discussions about fast cars and fast women.  “The Dog proclaims that nobody is as liberal as they think and that he’s one funny political satirist with his conservative slant extending far beyond the right wing.

”He doesn’t know how to be funny, yet somehow he has created a huge following of lost sheep who have no sense of who they really are.”  Bella started shadow-boxing.  He was boxing The Dog, I suppose. “They dig every word he says, regardless of the fact that every word is coming out of his ass and his sheep are as miserable as he is.” Bella went on with the story about the Dog and his comrade.  He referred to the two of them as Smug and Smugger, creating their own domain on the other side of the workplace.

“Who do I really want to sit with?,” said Bella.  “The one who says ‘Fuck you’ to the Image Makers and sits with whomever he wants.”  I asked him who the Image Makers are.

“There’s a pretty lady who sings to me and doesn’t like me—she likes me but only on the sly,” said Bella.  “Whenever the Image Makers see her with me and says ‘uh-uh, no,’ my pretty lady spits in their eyes and tells them she hasn’t been a mystery to me all along.”  The lady who would say that Bella was gay is the lady who he hadn’t given any play.

“Together we endure the noise of a cell-phone swaggering world, unbearable as people are dehumanized, becoming more and more like the gadgets they possess.  In an age of bogus, everyone’s willing to have their strings pulled by puppeteers.  But the issue is no longer about the puppeteer.

“The issue is about the spineless, gutless puppy puppets who have neither the strength to cut free from the string, nor the strength to do their own thing. “Nobody could ever string me along.  I could hold back and wait for the opportunity to pull my own strings.”

Bella watches me intently, concentrating on my love for him, and he keeps track of every moment I forget myself, and forgets that there are others around.  And Bella keeps track of my every gesture, as he gives in to peer pressure.  “Is he or isn’t he? Did he or didn’t he?  When shall the day come when I can get my heart to talk as loud as the crowd?”

de Carillo

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de Carillo proclaimed, Beware of the Dog!  His opinion are always right, and he always get s the last word because he’s always interrupting everybody else.  And any other guy who isn’t mesmerized by his voice and by his fragrance is a faggot!  He hates his job and is miserable while doing it, and if anybody else likes the job and sound pleasant and natural must be on drugs. “Beware of the Dog!,” de Carillo repeated.  “The men’s club is closed to anyone he assumes is a faggot.  And faggots are not to be included in football fantasy nor to be included in discussions about fast cars and fast women.  “The Dog proclaims that nobody is as liberal as they think and that he’s one funny political satirist with his conservative slant extending far beyond the right wing.

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“He doesn’t know how to be funny, yet somehow he has created a huge following of lost sheep who have no sense of who they really are.”  de Carillo started shadow-boxing.  He was boxing The Dog, I suppose. “They dig every word he says, regardless of the fact that every word is coming out of his ass and his sheep are as miserable as he is.” de Carillo went on with the story about the Dog and his comrade.  He referred to the two of them as Smug and Smugger, creating their own domain on the other side of the workplace.

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“Who do I really want to sit with?,” said de Carillo.  “The one who says ‘Fuck you’ to the Image Makers and sits with whomever he wants.”  I asked him who the Image Makers are.

“There’s a pretty lady who sings to me and doesn’t like me—she likes me but only on the sly,” said de Carillo.  “Whenever the Image Makers see her with me and says ‘uh-uh, no,’ my pretty lady spits in their eyes and tells them she hasn’t been a mystery to me all along.”  The lady who would say that de Carillo was gay is the lady who he hadn’t given any play.

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“Together we endure the noise of a cell-phone swaggering world, unbearable as people are dehumanized, becoming more and more like the gadgets they possess.  In an age of bogus, everyone’s willing to have their strings pulled by puppeteers.  But the issue is no longer about the puppeteer.

“The issue is about the spineless, gutless puppy puppets who have neither the strength to cut free from the string, nor the strength to do their own thing. “Nobody could ever string me along.  I could hold back and wait for the opportunity to pull my own strings.”