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Celestin Sphere - A space Odyssey

October 18 2019

Following, is an excerpt from;

An Eternal Sci-Fi -

Celestin Sphere - A space Odyssey

Eldritch, waited patiently in the vacuum of the Cane's Major Void; then struck.  He jack-in-the-boxed out of some wreckage, from the Varuna’s first exogalactic expiditiary force.

“Ugly bastards”!  he thought, fuming while setting one in the sights of his slaughter cannon.  Before obliterating…, Eld spent a moment, allowing his power armor to gather a profile.

The creature, looked the product of a hate filled union between Drumpf\Rodham.   Bad as, the bleeding of the more satorical characteristics, from two of the more infamous figures (from a joyfully bygone age) was; some cruel god creepy clowned the race out - then gothed it for “good measure”.

Suppressing a shudder, he pulled the trigger.  Hypersonic, depleted ambrosia rounds, ended its existence.

Their ‘armor’ (if they had any: thought Eld) didn't pass for much.  Movement from above drew his attention as three more creatures from the enigmatic race closed in.  “Too bad there's so damn many”.



Hope you enjoyed the excerpt.  It will be the first of many.  (My goal is one a month)  Trolling will not be tolerated - or – acknowledged. (so crawl back under the bridge of your information superhighway).  Constructive criticism however is always welcome.

My best goes out to those affected by the hurricane.  (Also the Amazon fire and East India water shortage).   Things will be better….because hopefully we’ll forge them that way – unbreakably. 



October 17 2019

I can't give you solutions to all of life's problems, doubts or fears, but I can listen to you and together we will search for the answers.

I can't change your past with all its heartache and pain nor the future with its untold stories, but I can be there now when you need me to care.  I can't keep your feet from stumbling, I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumph, successes and happiness are not mine; yet I can share your laughter.  Your decisions in life are not mine to make; nor to judge; I can only support you and give you my opinion and encourage you and help you when you ask.  I can't stop you from doing you, I can only wait and listen.

I can't tell you what to do, never that.   I can only give you room to be yourself.  I can't keep you from getting hurt, but I can cry with you and give you strength when you're weak.  I can't tell you who you are, I can only love you and be your friend.

Loyalty is riding with you through the good times and still holding you down through the bad.  A woman's loyalty is tested when her man has nothing.  A man's loyalty is tested when he has everything.  Loyalty is rare.  If you find it, keep it!


Nicholas Deparasis

October 15 2019

So this is me being honest.  LOL

I don't even know what a blog is, I've been in prison for quite some time….I hope I'm doing it right.

I'm getting out of prison in a couple of months after 8 years.  I'm a little nervous, excited and curious about it.  I'm relocating to someplace I don't know anyone to start over.  I'm fresh out of prison with a bunch of tattoos…I'm wondering how people are going to respond to me.

I'm looking for someone who’s chill and down to earth like me, who likes to have a good time, not some crazy nut job.  LOL

Don't get me wrong, a little crazy is good, sometimes I can handle.  But a lot crazy - no one has time for that!  LOL

If you're interested in establishing a relationship for make new friends - email me at


Ricky Schoen

October 11 2019

Hello everybody, I woke up this morning a better person than I was yesterday, isn't this the true meaning of life?  I utilize the 5 P’s daily, they stand for; proper, preparation, prevents, poor, performance.   Application is a must when you exercise these keys to life….they open doors to happiness, success and so much more. 

I'm a really strong believer of being happy in life.  To me it's the smallest things that matter the most.  Just a simple conversation could change your day, maybe put smiles all over your face or maybe it could make you happy for years to come.  I walk around this place with smiles on my face all day long, some might question how so?   It's simple, actually.  Just look for the good in all situations and what could possibly be bad, right?  

I understand life gets complicated at times, be the better person today and apply what you know and it will get better, plus take this big friendly hug, (smile) they always make it better.   Like I said, it's the simplest things.

Well, I hope I put at least one smile on someone's face today.  I also hope I helped somebody understand a little bit of happiness, if so, I accomplished my goal of this blog, as this is my first blog of my life.

Thank you for allowing me this moment of your time.

“Remember”, be a better person today.  Take care.

Your new best friend.

Denis Baldwin

October 10 2019

I think oftentimes the things that go without saying are the things we need to say.   I was standing on a mountain side during the last fire I was on.   We’d just finished containing it after working all day.   Tired, but filled with a sense of accomplishment, we took a moment to reflect on the day.  I learned that a lot of the people around me didn't have any family or friends to share that experience with.  They had alienated themselves from everyone time and time again and were now left with no one.  It was one of those somber moments that reminded me to thank the people I have in my life, both new and old, and let them know I appreciate everything they do, both big and small.  To anyone who has written me or plans to, I hope you know how much it means to me.   Thank you

Little John Marcus

October 10 2019

I love to draw Shoujo Manga Style, and write Japanese “Kana”!   My first manga, is me (back when I had muscles still) on my boat.   If I translated, and put the sentences together right, it tells about me, and my favorite activities.  It only took me a month to finish.

My second manga seems to have gotten lost in the mail.  I am really bummed about that, because it took me 7 months to finish!  The prison blames the post service, and they blame the prison.  It was 5 panels, and I really loved it!

My 3rd manga, is from a book I was reading called “When I Knew”.    Boys and girls shared their memories, about when they knew they were not “straight”.  This boy said he was asked by his father if he wanted to toss the football.  He replied, that he would really rather go and pick flowers.  Guess what?  His father spent the rest of that day, picking flowers with him!

I was so emotional, for days, by that share!  I could not stop my eyes from leaking!  I had always wanted a father like that, when I was younger.  I am very grateful to the fates, that my mom was so loving and supportive, when I told her that I'd prefer boys over girls, at my 12th birthday party!

Anyway, I made the drawing to fit my dream dad.  I hope you enjoy my drawings, as much as I enjoyed making them!

Gregory Laval

October 8 2019

Loneliness can cause one to feel rejected and unaccepted, which can lead one to catfishing and deceiving people for attention.

Why is it when one is honest, no one wants to befriend at them. But, when one lies, everyone wants to be their friend.

The prison of loneliness is hard to deal with because there is no one to respond back to you.

Why do people say life is about second chances, but when a good person with a few no mistakes of life in the prison of loneliness reaches out for friendship, no one responds!!!


Robert Hodge

October 8 2019

Romantic Creator

If there's anything pure and untainted in this world, just listen and it can be heard resonating from the birds chirping their blissful and sorrowful songs harmoniously as the Sun rises unveiling a new dawn in the dark void of one's soul.

So, alone and longing for a fulfillment somehow long forgotten in the brevity of life, but like death, unexpectedly has a sudden glimpse of eternal memory as it becomes unattuned to the midnight skies and then dances with the twinkling stars.

Light, reflecting off the magical hues painting the flowers that softly sway back-and-forth in desolate meadows waving the hand of some otherworldly spirit and butterflies flutter their wings ever so gracefully supping of the sweet nectar of a Lily.

Is there any doubt that these sonnets of creation was written by some omniscient and poet above?

Even on cold secluded nights, miracles occur, as droplets of water fall from eerie clouds as they freeze into symmetrical patterns coalescing in the moonlight and transfixing even the nary deer hiding in the shadows of the thick forests.

Oh, how I'm smitten by the leaves saying goodbye to summer, and autumn, and then hello to winter turning from green, to read, orange and a deathly grey. The outdoors whisper to me and it's the voice of nature's soothing murmurings.

All the streams, mountains, and fields are the visible canvas of eternity, and it keeps my heart beating, and my soul hopeful that even though, I'll wither away into nothing this, springtime will bring me back again with the new perennials.

Forget Not Thy Self

October 7 2019

You look into the river and see a reflection of yourself, it begins to rain and yourself image is distorted.  Is the distortion a reality of your image, or merely a false truth?  And how can your mind protect you from the distortion caused by the rain?

Your eyes are the river!  When the weather is clear in our lives we see ourselves clearly, we understand who we are and what we stand for.  But then it starts to rain and we start to believe that distorted images we see around us: the divorce, the money issues, the insecurities, the loneliness; we begin to believe these distortions and forget the true reflection of what we look like and who we are.  Yes, the rain is real but the problem is when we start to believe the distortion is really our self-image.  Walt Whitman said:  ‘”Either define the moment or the moment will define you”!

No, we cannot control the rain, but within us we hold the power to use “faith” as an umbrella to protect us from believing that the issues in our lives reflect upon our worth!  Me, I choose to dance in the rain, for when we define the rain as a tool that God uses to ‘water us’ so that growth takes place that's exactly what happens; we grow, we take the lessons from the rain, and then we change clothes (smile).

Jonathan Peterson

October 7 2019

The alchemist picked up a book someone left behind, leafing through the pages he found a story about Narcissus.  The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.   He was so fascinated by himself that one morning he fell into the lake and drowned.  At the spot where he fell a flower was born, which was called the Narcissus.   But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.  He said that when Narcissus died the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been freshwater transformed into a lake of salty tears.

Why do you weep?  the goddess asked.   “I weep for Narcissus” the lake replied. “Ah, it is no surprise you weep for Narcissus, they said.   For though we also pursued him in the forest you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.

But….was Narcissus beautiful the lake asked?  Who better than you to know that, the goddesses said in wonder.  It was on your banks he knelt each day to contemplate himself.  The lake was silent for some time, finally it said, “I weep Narcissus” but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful.  I weep because each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected - what a lovely story…