Monthly Archives: September 2016

BUS – for SOCS – STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY 9/24/16

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BUS – for SOCS – STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY 9/24/16

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 24/16

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The prompt word for today is ‘bus’.

I haven’t taken a ride on a bus in a long time. I took the bus for a little while, in Jr. High, and High School, because the schools were fairly far from our house. I didn’t like it much. I didn’t like it in the hot weather we have, and not the cold winter weather, either. Most times, our bus stop was the last one, and I pretty much never got a seat.

I’ve taken a few, well a couple I remember, of trips by bus. Don’t want to do that again. It takes forever to get where you’re going. They seem to stop at every little po-dunk town along the way. I know that’s what they have to do, but man, traveling across Texas on a regular trip by car takes forever, and by bus is even longer. I know once it was 12 hours from our town, to the town I was going to…in one state! Another time was from Kansas City to our city. The bus was pretty comfortable, for a bus, but still…

Anyway, it just came to me this afternoon…there are songs with bus in the lyrics, so here ya go! I like both of these, and hope you do, too! ūüôā

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DEAR DIARY – MAY 1 -12, 1961

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DEAR DIARY – MAY 1 – 12, 1961

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Dear Diary,

5/1/61 – I went to school. It rained all day. When I came home I painted. Then I watched tv. Then I went to bed.

5/2/61 – I went to school. After school P (sister) walked home with me for the first time. When we got home we played. Then we went to bed.

5/3/61 – I went to school. When I came home. J(cousin) came home with me. We played. Then we went to Grandmas. P rode the bike. When we went home I played with P. Then I came in. Then I went to bed.

5/4/61 – I went to school.

5/5/61 – I went to school .

5/6/61 – Daddy played golf today. I helped mother clean the house. B (aunt) & kids came over. We went to the show tonight. Saw “North to Alaska” and “Edge of Eternity.” Came home & the house was full of millers.

**note** these past 3 were for some reason written in my mom’s handwriting. Why, I don’t know. Guess I was too busy to write? Who knows. Those 2 movies, well, I’m sure they were what my parents wanted to see. Not kid movies at all. And…the millers…oh my, those were moths, we called them millers, or candle bugs, or space coasters. We had an invasion of them and it was crazy! ūüôā

5/7/61 – We went to church. It had a sandstorm. (It? haha the church had a sandstorm? well, I’m sure I was just talking about the weather of the day.) … Daddy plumbed (He was a master plumber) haha I wrote ‘plumbed’ – didn’t know I knew that word back then at 10 years old! … for our washing machine. We went to the grocery store. Then we went to N’s (aunt) and then to B’s (aunt)

5/8/61 – I went to school. I went to see Dr. Jenkins. I have exzema on my head. Went to school this evening. Mother had her ears washed out.

5/9/61 – I went to school. J (cousin) came home with me to play.’

5/10/61 – I went to school.

5/11/61 – I went to school. It is D’s (cousin) birthday. He got 4 dollars and a half, a bilfold (billfold), Thongs (flip-flops), bicycle. We played out side for a long time.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 60

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 60

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

60th installment

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Kinsey’s club, the Yew, had a full crowd of club kids, and newcomers, this night of Lost Souls performance. The jukebox had been shut off, and now Ghost and Steve were on stage. Everyone began clapping and hollering, anxious for the music to begin.

Before the first song, though, Ghost put his finger to his lips and shushed the crowd. This was unusual, as they always just started the songs. When there was silence, he said, “Hey, y’all…thank you for coming to hear us tonight. This here show is dedicated to everyone who helped to rebuild our house. It was the coolest thing ever, to see all that you did, in so many ways, to help us. We love y’all and Missing Mile, forevermore!”¬†

The kids all began clapping and whistling, as Steve took over the mic. “Ok, y’all, just¬† to let ya know, we’ll be on the road awhile after tonight, but we’ll keep in touch with Kinsey, and he’ll keep a map on the wall to track our journey. So, come in and see where all we’ve been, and when we get back here, we’ll sing to ya some more!”

He strummed the intro to their first song, and Ghost began to sing in the same mesmerizing, golden, gravelly voice everyone knew and loved. Steve played loud, and the kids were dancing and singing along. Kinsey could see the open rafters above, shake dust down through the filtered lighting, onto the crowd of sweaty bodies below.

The newly initiated were spellbound at what they were seeing. So this is what everyone had been talking about, they realized.¬†Ghost would raise his¬†voice in a golden shimmer, and then bring everyone back down to the low, gravelly growl with him,¬†then he’d whisper some lyrics while Steve played¬†a softer riff. The crowd was transfixed. On the new songs, Kinsey thought his heart would break, or melt, or burst with love for Ghost and Steve and their love story, as it continued.

As they played the last song, everyone was holding hands and hugging; tears were falling freely. They were swaying along with Lost Souls? with their lighters held up in the air. It was such a great show, no one would forget this night.

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After the show, Ghost meandered through the crowd, as he received high fives, and congratulations on the show. Steve put his equipment away, then they met up at the bar. Kinsey handed them both a cold beer.

“That was an amazing show, guys,” he said. “What are y’all’s plans, now?”

“You know, Kinsey,” said Ghost, “we’re gonna go travel around.”

Kinsey smiled, “Yeah, I know. When are you leaving, and where’s your first stop?”

Ghost thought a minute. “Well, we’re leaving in the morning. I think we’re going to the mountain to see the people that helped us out, a long time ago. At least some of them did…” and he frowned, remembering a bit of what happened there. “Just for a little while, to say hi…that’s all.”

Steve came up and joined the conversation.

“Where we gonna stop¬†after the mountain, Steve?”

“Not sure, yet…maybe we’ll just throw a dart and see where it lands, then head that way,” Steve said.

“Can I throw the dart, then?” asked Ghost.

“Yeah, sure, that’s as good a way as any. We have a big ‘ol map to throw at.”

“Maybe we can just go to places that have funny names!”

Kinsey and Steve laughed. “Yeah, that’d be cool, too,” Steve said.

After awhile, the party wound down, and Kinsey began to close up the club. He reminded them to give him updates along the way, and he gave them a small present.

“Steve, I got ya this – it’ll¬†help send messages to us back here, and also, if y’all need help, ok?”

He handed Steve a cell phone, and showed him how to use it.

“Kinsey, wow, this is great. We never had a phone, before.” Steve said, as he¬†looked at it.

Kinsey marveled at how the smallest kindness to Steve and Ghost always brought out their gratitude. A phone most people would consider a necessity, was something they’d never considered ever having. Scraping by as they did, a¬†phone was a luxury way out of these two’s reach. He had a hard time remembering they were now millionaires, and he realized, they never remembered it themselves.

“Now, Steve, I want you to show Ghost how to use this. I know he can’t use the numbers, but make sure you show him how to make a call to 911, or to me, using the letters, ok?”

Steve nodded, and assured Kinsey that he would.

Steve rounded up Ghost, who was writing on the wall again, and they said their good-byes to Kinsey. Kinsey hugged them both, and said, “Guys…please be careful. Take care of each other. I love you both and hate to see ya go, but I’ll see ya when ya get back.” And then they were out the door, headed home to pack for the trip.

On the way home, they talked about how the show went.

“We did good,” said Steve. “I think everyone had a good time.”

“Me too. Everyone was dancing and singing along…and they liked our new ones, too. But, I’m gonna miss everyone.”

“Yeah, but we’ll be back…and we’ll get to meet new people…it’s gonna be great,”¬†Steve said.

“I’m gonna keep a separate journal for our travels, Steve. It’ll say where all we stopped, and who we meet, and where we play our songs, and what we get to eat…” Ghost said, as he thought of his plans.

“That’s a good idea, Ghost…and I have to show you how to use this new phone, too.”

“Is it hard to figure out?”

“Naw, it’s easy,” said Steve. “You’ll get used to it after awhile. Oh, I forgot, I got you a present the other day.”

“For me…a present?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, it’s at the house, and don’t bug me about it…it’s a surprise. I’ll show you when we get home.”

“Ok, ok,” said Ghost, smiling at the thought of what it could be.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some¬†backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and¬†original elements¬†of this story¬†are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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19 SOMETHIN’ SEPTEMBER CHALLENGE – DAY 22 & 23

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Q – day 22 – When did you first live on your own? Did you buy or rent? Share a picture if you have one.

The only time I’ve lived alone, was never. We got married, and he deployed to Viet-Nam while I stayed at my parents house until he returned. The other times he was over seas, I either went back to my parents house, or stayed in government housing with my girls.

The first house we got, though, was rented. This was in Lawton, Oklahoma (Ft. Sill). The house was a one bedroom, kitchen, bath, and living room. It cost $60 a month. We had some good neighbors in the duplex. While the men were at work on base, us girls would get together to watch TV or play cards. ūüôā Here’s a photo of it.

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Then, we moved a block or so away to another duplex. The rent here was $65 a month. It was the same, one bedroom, living room, kitchen and bath. Here’s the photo.

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Q Рday 23 РHow old were you when you bought your first car? 

We bought our first car, I think when we were 19. We were married, he came home on leave from Viet-Nam, and we bought the blue ’65 Mustang. (see day 19 question for photo)

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19 SOMETHIN’ SEPTEMBER CHALLENGE – DAY 21

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The question for day 20 was … Did you ever have ‘big’ hair?

Is this big hair? haha — it’s a Halloween wig! ūüôā

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I would say not really. I did have it poofed out for a little while in all over curly style, but not that big. I mostly keep and did keep my hair long and straight. I tease up the top some, and spray it so it will stay up. My regular photo on here is how I’ve had it for years. ūüôā

Day 21 Q – Tell me about the first home you remember living in with your parents.

Ok, here’s a photo of it.

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This house is the only one I ever lived in with my parents, since my dad built it himself. We might have stayed somewhere else for a short time, but I don’t remember any one but this one. It was really small at first, until it was finished. We only sold this house a year or so ago, when my dad passed. I lived here from when I was a little bitty kid, until I got married, and then lived there another year while husband was in Viet Nam. Then we moved out. I came back to live there a few more times when he was deployed overseas.

To the right used to be a one car garage, but later on it was turned into a 4th bedroom. From the front door going left is the bedroom that was mine. In back of that one, was another bedroom, and beside it was another bedroom. Going down the middle hallway there is a bathroom on the left, then you come to the entryway to the kitchen. Oh, the 4th bedroom is at the end of the hallway, and has another 3/4 size bathroom. So behind the kitchen to the back of the house, is a laundry room. It has a nice window to look out into the back yard, and a little table and chairs were in there. A half bath was in there, too. There was an attic, where we kept junk. It just had plywood down the middle and it would get so hot up there in the summer, but we loved to prowl around in there. Out the back door is a big yard and garden space. Dad built a big shed/tool shop, and we had a cellar he’d built. At one time he’d made a drinking fountain and a big brick fireplace out there to grill on. Behind the back yard was someone else’s house, then huge cotton fields, then another housing addition, then the airport. We’d see planes coming over the house all the time, really low, when they were coming in for landing. I’d wave at the people in the plane. ūüôā¬†That’s about it. It was a great place to grow up.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 59

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 59

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

59th installment

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After the past few days of excitement, and hard work, Ghost and Steve’s house was back to being livable. The townspeople were so generous with their time, supplies, and good will, but now they had gone, and it was quiet again.

They were alone…just the two of them, and the rebuilt house. It looked almost the same. The covered porch was back, and another porch swing,¬†new paint, new ‘old’ furniture scrounged from attics and thrift stores, and¬†their salvaged things had been cleaned and put away. There was food in the kitchen, and sheets and blankets on the beds. Someone had even painted Ghost’s warding off sign back onto the porch in front of the screen door.

When Ghost looked in his bedroom, there were even glow-in-the-dark stars painted on the ceiling. The walls were freshly painted, but now blank, and a new package of markers was on the table beside the bed. Only one sentence was written on the wall, now. It said, ‘For you, Ghost and Steve, because we love you.’ and had hearts drawn around it. It was signed by everyone who’d worked to make it their home again.

Steve heard Ghost crying, and went to see what was the matter. He was sitting in the middle of his bed, with tears falling through strands of his hair, that hung in front of his face.

“Ghost, what is it? Why are you crying?”

Ghost pointed to the wall. “Look what they wrote, Steve. I’m crying because everyone is so nice to us, and they really do love us.”

Steve read the wall, then came to sit by Ghost, on the bed. He hugged him, and let a few of his own tears fall, to join Ghost’s.

“Yeah, I guess they do.”

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As they got back into a routine, and settled in to the house again, they talked more about taking a long road trip.

“We’ll always come back here. This is our home, Ghost. We can go see other places for a while, then come back here, then go again. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, and maybe we can play some places, too. But, you know what? I want to do another show here before we go, to say thank you to everybody,” said Ghost.

“Ok, we’ll set it up, then,” Steve said.

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Kinsey was all too happy to have them play at the club, before they left. He knew it would be a big deal for them, and for the rest of the kids, and even the others who’d helped rebuild the house…some who’d never come to see them play before. He began preparing for it, for the next weekend.

Steve and Ghost practiced their songs every day, and even in the nights – some were new ones, some were old favorites.

On the way to the sacred Yew the evening of the show, Steve was thinking of their journey together, so far. He could see how they’d changed since they were kids, and also how they had not. He himself, a punk with an attitude and a cynical chip on his shoulder – mad at¬†a world, that was quickly beating him down to a hard-hearted bastard, that hated everyone and everything.

And Ghost, who was never born, and was this pale lost soul, being bullied and hurt so much already at such a young age, but still had an open, loving heart to everything…and the magic that always surrounded him. He’d seen fit to befriend himself, Steve, and share that magic with him…to basically love him and ultimately save him from himself.

Ghost nudged open Steve’s dark side, and poured his golden smile and lightness into him…and his sky blue eyes promised his love, loyalty, and faithfulness…forevermore…forevermore…

He looked over at Ghost, who was hanging his head out the car window, letting the moon shine turn his hair sparkly silver. Steve shook his head and smiled. Ghost was still such a little hippie…tie-dyed t-shirt, baggy old Army jacket, with sewn on patches, raggedy jeans with marker writing on them…happy-go-lucky, no matter what. Then he looked at himself…still trying to be the badass rocker – dressed in black, boots with chains, leather jacket, and dark brooding eyes. How on Earth did the two of them ever get together?

“It was fate, Steve,” Ghost said. “It was always meant to be. I knew you a long, long time ago, in another time and place. We loved each other then, too. And when I saw you, that first day I came here from the mountains, I recognized your soul. But, I didn’t know how to make you see it, too. I’m happy you finally did.” He sighed.

Steve was amazed, as usual, that without even trying, Ghost had heard all his prior thoughts. He pulled up into the parking lot of the club, and took Ghost’s hand, pulling him to himself. “I love you, Ghost. you are my life.” He kissed Ghost tenderly, at first, then fiercely, and didn’t want to stop. But, it was time to put on their show.

Now they were energized, and both knew they’d have all the long night together. It was still a bit early to open the doors to the club, so they went in the back door, saying hi to Kinsey, as they passed by his office. He noticed their flushed appearance, and smiled…they never get enough of each other, he thought.

Steve went up on the stage and began to ready his equipment. It was just the two of them tonight. They had taped music from Terry and R.J., and they would do their own parts live. Of course Ghost always sang live. Ghost was at the writing wall, putting in today’s thoughts. He wrote a long one, thanking everyone for their help, and that he’d miss everyone while they were gone, but that they’d be back before too long.

Ghost thought about the new songs they’d do tonight…what they meant to him and Steve, what the people would think of them…even though, they wouldn’t get the same meaning from the words. Maybe, they would take from them some meaning of their own. They’d both written some parts of each song, and that was¬†mostly how they’d sing them – in turn –¬†on the songs, *”Killing Me Softly With His Song”, and *”Need You Now”. Ghost would sing *”If I Die Young” by himself, just to Steve playing on his acoustic guitar, and of course, as always, the last one would be *”World”.

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Kinsey opened the door, letting in the crowd that had gathered. Everyone was in a good mood, ready for the songs, and to show Ghost and Steve they loved them, by their presence here this night.

Back stage, Ghost was sipping a mug of hot tea, with lemon and honey, to ease his throat. He’d had Steve put a few tiny braids in his hair, with a blue bird’s feather on the end of one. He wasn’t sure, but it may have been the feather from the blue bird he’d seen at the old gravestone, that day long ago. At any rate, he considered it good luck.

Steve was doing last minute tuning on his guitars. Kinsey poked his head in and said, “Y’all ready? It’s time.” He went out to announce them. Ghost got a shiver of excitement, that ran like electricity through him. As they reached the door, Steve kissed Ghost one more time. Their shared thought¬†was that their shows were to entertain everyone, but mostly it was for themselves…their love and their heartbreak, their hopes and dreams for each other. They knew Kinsey had figured it out, too, and that was fine with them, after all he was like family. Their lives played out on stage – a soundtrack of their journey so far.

As they walked on stage, the crowd of club kids erupted in happy applause. Even the older crowd at the back of the club, were clapping for them. Those who’d never heard their music before, were clapping right along, too, but were a little anxious about what they’d hear tonight. The kids had changed back into their usual club clothes. For this send-off, they were going to go all out.

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*”Killing Me Softly With His Song”, sung by Roberta Flack, released January 21, 1973, label – Atlantic, Composed by Charles Fox, with lyrics by Norman Gimble in collaboration with Lori Lieberman

*”Need You Now”, sung by Lady Antebellum , from the album “Need You Now”, released August 24, 2009, label – Capitol Nashville, written by Hillary Scott, Charles Kelly, Dave Haywood, and Josh Kear

*”If I Die Young”, sung by The Band Perry, released on self titled album, October 12, 2010, label – Republic Nashville, written by Kimberly Perry

*”Hole in the World”, sung by The Eagles, written by Don Henley, and Glenn Frey, released July 15, 2003, label – The Eagles Recording Company II, on the album “The Very Best Of”

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some¬†backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and¬†original elements¬†of this story¬†are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE – PURPLES

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Purples

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Today’s prompt for the Fun Foto Challenge is to find purple things. Here’s some you may have seen before on the color challenge I took part in awhile back.

We have Paolo, in his purple costume I made him, a My Little Pony Pinata, some turnips, some purple/or red? cabbages (looks purple to me), and a painting I did. (I looked at a picture of this that was in a magazine a long time ago.)

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