The Verity Of My Genuineness

"I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. We know things are bad — worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! I'm a human being, god-dammit! My life has value! I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE! The whole world's people are becoming mass-produced, programmed, numbered, insensate things. I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" - Howard Beale - From the 1976 Movie Network.

So,

you might be asking,

why did I quote

Howard Beale?

Because,

I'm Mad As Hell, And I'm Not Going To Take This Anymore!

People close to me have accused me of writing like I use a

Thesaurus

all the time.

You know,

like a

Reference Book,

Terminology Book,

Source Book,

 for the

Treasury Of Words 

I use.

(These are all books I do own)

But I am here to help you understand my

Verity.

They say the words I write have no

Verisimilitude

to them.

No

Genuineness.

I

Hanker

you to

Postulate

that my

Verbiage

is from my

Heart,

Soul,

and

Mind,

just like any 

Sermonizer!

This is,

Telling You That One Of The Meanings Of Insensate Is;

Without Human feeling or Sensitivity.

Look It Up.

It's On

Dictionary.com

Right Next Door To

Thesaurus.com.

Which I Never Use Because I Read So Much

Jim Hauenstein

And,

“From whomsoever one hears anything, it is wisdom to understand the true import of it.”
- Thiruvalluvar Thirukkural -

See!

Now That Guy Knows What I'm Talking About!

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

 

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Climbing A Tree

This is a true story.

This really happened to me two days ago!

 

   I was with a friend of mine in the local park when he decided to climb a tree. After he got up into the bulk of the branches, he calls down to me and says, "Hey, come on up."

   I'm 6 foot, but he is taller than me, so the lower limb that he used to pull himself up was just out of reach for me.

   No longer in my youth, but still eating the same way as I did back then, I have gained a few pounds since. So the lower branch that I might have been able to jump to in my younger days was frustratingly hard for me to reach on this day.

   I tried jumping straight up a few times to grad hold of the limb but to no avail. On my last try I took a running start at the California Rosewood where I used the trunk of the tree as a platform to push off with my left foot to reach the cursed branch.

   Feeling good about my first victory in this endeavor, I made my way back towards the bulk of the tree with my hands. Getting close enough so I could do a pull up to get my chin above the branch, while at the same time, trying to lift my left leg high enough to insert it on top of a v-shaped split in the trunk.

   Working hard to accomplish this, I could feel the water droplets of sweat forming on my forehead and that burning sensation in the muscles of my arms as they began to hurt.

   But still, as hard as I tried, I couldn't get my leg up around the tree.

   That's when it all blew up on me!

   My daughter came busting into my room, waking me up from that point in my nap where you think your dream is reality, for a question that could have easily been answered at anytime of the day!

   The dream was so vivid that I woke up feeling exhausted, anxious, and frustrated!

   Inside my mind, I actually felt mad at myself for never finishing the task of climbing that tree!

 

This is,

My Dreams Are So Vivid That I Often Remember At Least One Of Them After I Wake Up

Most Of My Stories I Write Here Are From The Dreams I Have Had

TwoBuckHowie

 

And,

 

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
- Eleanor Roosevelt -

 

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

 

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Bread Verses Traffic

   I guess I have been keeping a secret for way too long. It happened such a long time ago that I have been afraid to tell people in case I would look foolish. I never confessed it to anyone after it happened and I have never confessed it to anyone until now. Yes, it's about a woman.

   Back in high school I was very fortunate to have a beautiful and a intelligent woman as my girlfriend. I say this because she was light years ahead of me as far as being mature and knowing what kind of future she was looking for.

   One day, we were driving around in my car, listening to the radio when she said, "We need to pick a song, that will be our song, so every time we hear it we will remember our days in school."

   "That's a great idea," I said, "and I have just the song."

  At the time, we were listening to a lot of good classic rock like, Neil Young, Beatles, Genesis, Carol King, and so on. Deep down inside, I never let on to my friends that I also liked Pop Music. At the time I think they called it Bubble Gum Music because it was so sweet.

   I was thinking that we had to pick a song about our love for each other, so I said, "How about Baby I'm-A Want You!" It's a song by the group called Bread.

   She couldn't stop laughing at me and said, "I was thinking more along the lines of the song, The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys!" A song by the talented group Traffic.

YES, I WAS EMBARRASSED!

This is,

Bread

Jim Hauenstein

And,

I did see

The Monkees

in 1969 at the

Milwaukee Pop Festival

So I have a long history of liking

Pop Music!

“People haven't always been there for me but music always has.”
- Taylor Swift -

 

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Where Is Waldo Now?

   One of my daughters once told me that I am very open-minded about all kinds of music. That I am not one of those older people who always say, "In my day, that's when music was good. Not this programmed junk you hear today!"

   This is one of the greatest compliments I could ever have received, since music always played a big part in my life.

   The other nice part about this endorsement, of appreciating a variety of music no matter the decade it was written in, is that my family agreed with her.

   Last year, when I was visiting the town in Wisconsin where I grew up in, I did hear by more than one old friend the phrase; "In my day, that's when music was good." But I would just tell them, "There is really good music out there. You just have to know where to find it."

   Then there is the other side to my answer where I say, "How the Hell did this get made?"

Waldo is the name of the Parrot who is the lead singer of the band!

 

This is,

Incredible How They Got Signed To Warner Brother's Music

Jim Hauenstein

 And,

"They didn't have any Social Media in my day so I could promote my music to the world!" - An Old Geezer -

https://www.youtube.com/user/twobuckhowie

 

“You call it demonic because you hear screaming, I call it life saving because I hear the meaning.”
- Mitch Lucker -

 

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My Ghosts Haunt Me Day And Night

   I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm scared sometimes. This isn't supposed to happen to someone like me. It happens to those other people. Like the ones who say those crazy things on TV who are trying to get their 15 minutes of fame promised to them by Andy Warhol. I wasn't even born yet when he was making cans of soup popular art.

   See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. I'm an educated guy, studied art in school, traveled a bit and I have an analytical mind. I'm not supposed to believe in the possibility of ghosts or the supernatural. That's for those gullible folks who live on the fringes of society.

   Shhhh. Did you hear that? No?

   Okaaay.

   What I don't understand is how my ghosts are manifesting themselves during the day. In all the movies I've seen, the TV programs I've watched, and all the books I've read, show that spirits only come out at night.

   My ghosts don't only haunt me at night. They haunt me during the daylight hours too! Because they don't follow the rules.

   Its just not right.

   Are you sure you didn't hear anything? Really? Your sure?

   Well, okay.

   Its not like they come out when I have friends over anyways. I've never seen them around when other people are here. It's like they get all of their joy out of haunting me while I'm alone.

   It's very irritating.

   Why? It's irritating because when I tell someone who is alive, they don't believe me. They either think I'm kidding, or crazy, or both.

   Its not like I have a lot of proof to show if the ghosts don't manifest themselves when somebody else is here. They don't do any major poltergeist activity. Like start fires, throw furniture around, or wield a weapon which could hurt me. They mostly sneak up on me and go boo. Appear in my bathroom mirror while I'm shaving. Or just stand around my bed until I wake up.

   It doesn't sound dangerous or too scary I know, but how would you like it if five ghosts stood around you in the morning, watching while you got dressed, go to the bathroom, take a bath, or do anything!

   They have no boundaries and they are always trying to scare me at the most inappropriate time.

   What do you mean they are board? I have my own life to live and what happens if I ever get married? Should I bring home a partner, to this place, so they can be tortured day and night alongside of me?

   That's it. If you won't help me I'm either going to get a professional exorcist or sell the damn place.

   What? Oh, real mature.

   Sticks and stones. You don't even have any bones!

This is,

Me Saying I Have Fun With My Ghosts

Jim Hauenstein

And,

“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.”
- Neil Gaiman -

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