But in his haste he left behind his magical consort, Maryjane, not realizing that in departing, he would lose the treasure that he already knew well and loved. As the years past and the man grew old, slowly, but ever so slowly he, lost sight of his dreams.Oh, occasionally he met briefly and caught glimpes of his sweet Maryjane, but she was not the same. She too had suffered the onslaught of time and had changed in ways that some percieved as better, more powerful. But the old man perceived cracks in her armor, through which had slipped the older more valuable assets of the joy of community and that greatest of virtues, brotherhood.
Those that enjoyed the company of the once fair lady, only experienced her unadulterated and newly gained power, never having felt the joy and glow of her younger demeanor. The man acknowledged, what he had known for all too long. His sweet Maryjane was gone forever, never to shed her wondrous, yet subtle euphoria over his mind, for what she now spewed was violent and aggressive and only the elders like myself could recognize the difference.
It was like the metamorphosis of a a larva into a butterfly, only in reverse. What was once beautiful was now ugly and repulsive. The old man wept, and turned to hopefully find new joy in other pursuits, but deep inside he knew, this was the beginning of his end. Nice story, hidden meaning, life changes, and you out grow, your friends of yesterday. Sadness for changes that made you forget about time when hope was alive and burning bright, for dream life. How I saw the tale you created, thanks.
Tales for today: changes to take place over time. Good times, bumps in the road, forks taken.
Thanks for responding having to pains in finding friends to keep, they come and leave without notes. Leaves me sad and blue, in the end they stop answering my calls and texts, without reasons. Life and the bumps in road to much to share or lack of interest, not sure which. Have my guesses but not confirmed. Kids with problems relating the good or bad things, that changed their impressions of a mental veteran, with head in the clouds.
An older, retired, mature, educated, 420 connected grower, out of daily life of trading dollars for hours. Need a friend to help me change, grow and expand. Sex is common, not a sign needed to be lifetime friend. Maybe next step in time, with the meeting of souls in mind first, hands out to help put pieces together, to create new waves in friendship.
Have issues, have drama, have time and space to turn the pages to better dazes. Just sad and blue that it has taken so long. Not into casual sex, sex is a relevant to lifetime friends, no heart in sex with strangers anymore. Need a dream, need a reason, to expand to trips in the sack. So sad to find friends, that just want a free or fast fuck. Dogs in heat, fools and freaks, stories of the responses I have had.
New word for today: scripturient. Passion for writing. I write my journals online, of the bumps in the road, friends with snake faces, people in their animal faces. Things to grow and expand, crazy for a fee, more money on table to take. Mistakes in the military, updates to write for more cash. Cash for me, cash for my kids, cash for school, and cash for a new life, quests today.
Work everyday to write fairy tales, my life today, gifts in words used, to share. Same stories with new life. Have lots of roadblocks with friends and their excuses for spots in faces of real friends. They turn into frogs, and hop back to seas of more frogs, army are frogs in groups, more frogs rather then fish to keep. My standpoint now, time to fish with cages for prime catches. Time on sands of time, prefer the beach lovers on the water, closer than I am.
Sorry for the long tip on life with an earth angel, young at heart, fit and funny at times. First response to older and retired, educated, mature man. Not sure if over the top, and last notes to share. So many dreams in action, so many bumps in the road, so many frogs to dodge today. Could use a friend or two to stay on track, just hard to find, in the fruits and nuts looking for free sex, to end their dazes of fun and games. That's it, time to update my tips and tales online in pen names, to hide from snakes that want to hurt or harm me. Views written of history of lasting impressions of snakes and frogs, passing on crossroad. Trips to hell with hell hounds over for a lifetime.
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