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An open letter to my grandson

 it's grandma.  You will hear many things, but the best is to question advice from authority.  Not necessarily your parents, they'll be great, but all gov, cops, courts, please see The Lie by Raleigh.    I've left everything for you.   Your mom and I have always real tight, could talk about anything, and did anything, so much.  I love you so much, and want you to have and maybe suffer for what you need.   If I get outta this hell, you will have so much, I'll make sure of it.  Life is quite a journey, and  you were born in  a precarious time.  Ben, I know the limitations, the heart break, the weariness.  Believe me, I'm with you, forever.  when in doubt, Do it for Jonnie.  ha.  Love always.  forever and a day. 

now it's on both my blogs. Death, by Lorca. enjoy.

To Isidore de Blas What effort! What effort the horse makes To be a dog! What effort the dog to become a swallow! What effort the swallow to be a bee! What effort the bee to become a horse! And the horse, what a sharp shaft it steals from the rose! what grey rosiness lifts from its lips! And the rose, what a flock of lights and cries caught in the living sap of its stem! And the sap, what thorns it dreams in its vigil! And the tiny daggers what moon, and no stable, what nakedness, skin eternal and reddened, they go seeking! And I, in the eaves, what a burning seraph I seek and am! But the arch of plaster, how vast, invisible, how minute, without effort! Posted   19th October 2011   by   sgruts  

Saturday Night Live

  all I see in a Google search is glory over SNL 2019 sketches. they were probably happy I didn't write a thing that year. fuckers. Sheri, please. you are so much better than them. it's hate.  it's jealousy.  it's cashing in. They should really go off the air.  Glory days are done.  except for idiots watching.

when I was in 9th grade...

 I did an essay on Michael Jackson, the total inspiration of my life. when I read it to the class, didn't get one positive vibe.  they squinted their eyes. this fucking town.  I'm thinking of that, during this time in our country.

Maybe I never appreciated Sister putt-putt Patricia

 square dancing in the gym, feeling something kinda sexual, she comes in and says,  "Students, the president had been shot!."  DJ Hall clapped. I sharpened my pencil, then it stuck in the desk holder, right into the center of my palm.  still there.  She put a band-aid over it. in her office with Bethel, she says, "She told me to go to hell."  I scream, I did not!  In the box in the library the rest of the day. then cheerleading, superstar.  Name on my uniform, she made sure, all of us girls.
 take the blue can as the sea with the sun in it vibrations of whales line my body they fizz in the foam this may be the final figuring of depth at the bottom near bottom or my own bottom the race to begin anew has been chugging enough of the stall and pretending to fix I ran on the shore hurting then the rush of waves thru my veins was pushing out a baby I was born to run but not really club foot and braces I refused there's a dream floating maybe a bottle next time 

Amazing, Sheri...

 you paid off your university bill that your dad and step mom didn't pay, all while living on welfare. That took some fucking balls, Sheri, to go back to school.  nah, I did assessment and they said, Creative was my strength.  Even after everything with your kids.

feeble attempt: Red. a one act play.

 Red a one-act play Red by Sheri Grutz Father and son at the grocery store. FATHER:  every time I pull this way green, you go for red. SON:  nah, dad, I got a holiday on my mind. FATHER:  the ripest aren't always the best. SON:  I'll remember that next time I want to bathe. FATHER:  well, you gotta wash everything.  Produce is all about skin. SON:  Yeah, I got burnt yesterday, dad.  The misquitoes want to eat me. FATHER:  Maybe you should apply yourself. SON:  I've taken all the heat, dad, why should I? FATHER:  (turns cart sharply into the canned goods)  Everything has adhesive.  Stick with something.   SON:  these labels are for good. FATHER:  nah, then it's just tin man. SON:  maybe I always go for the heart. FATHER:  green is what you see. SON:  you made me over-grown dad. FATHER:  what else, ketchup, mater soup, T-bone? SON:  (walks slowly behind)  I think I'll bl...

not sure, but

  it's looking like I can't publish my ebooks on Kindle Store for free anymore. Betos, you suck to high heaven! I might try somewhere else though. it'd be totally different if I was getting sales and getting paid, but I'm not.

here's the truth

  V2K is bunk. there's only Voice of God tech thru neurological means. if targets are hearing voices they need to get on meds! This is not fair to me to keep fighting this mind control surveillance program and getting all these 3rd tier T.I.'s making things up. You will not see the term V2K in This Sky I Know. 's

get your groove back, Sheri.

 

can you tell me who this person is. I'll give ya a minute or two. good Jeopardy question.

 

now This, is cool.

 

ha. so true.

 

just now. most known American family since the Kennedy's.

 

only read when you're ready, right, Annie?

 

check it out!

 

meet the real artists!

 

now this is what I'd call a performance!

 

we want to live! hello?

 

I left some Memories

  Sheri Grutz August 22, 2020 it was a thrill, Mike, to sit next to you in the pew on First Friday morning Masses, especially when we got to hold hands. our panamimes (in yours, Keep On Lovin' You)Christmas programs, P.E., and talking to you on the phone in 7th grade. I gave$ 50 to Clinton County Iowa Humane Society. RIP.

I love my tummy.

 

do you get it?

from the FCC, down to the conglomerate, down to the general manger, down to the DJ, down to the receptionist, Sheri? Sheri? what has happened to America for the last 2 plus decades? Well, they want to help, they want to criticize, they want to hate, they want to enjoy. Sounds like they were the ones to make Facebook, Sheri. ha, maybe.  

my gawd, Facebook.

  ok, here's the deal. no one close to you is doing your surveillance, your supposed gang stalking, your supposed V2k, your mind control attached that include pain, or your often word, 'torture' this is the most sophisticated program they ever made. Please, if you're that paranoid, get help!

How much do like this now?

 used to be Dave and me all over each other walking down the street, and a person or two driving by, "Get a room!" I think everybody might, just might, like it now, and smile.  Phil never does it with me, but he does open doors for me.

hmm?

  what I wanted to achieve in my lifetime: to bowl a perfect 300 game. to run a marathon. to get certified to teach. to see the Grand Canyon. to get married. to get out of Suspect Targeting. Which of these do you think are still possible before I die?

Randy's here in town

 when you go into shop, they ask you if you want to raise it up to the dollar for a local charity. the deception is that they're helping people, but really, they, or the banks, don't want to give change. Walmart is doing it too, but not even asking people at the register. wonder what Alex Jones thinks about this.  I guess there goes Phil's coins jars.

what are these assholes on twitter doing to you, Sheri, well, they're not responding. You've had a blog over a decade.

    I wish you would respond to my posts. you come across as a self-centered insolated uncaring to anyone. Edit or delete this Like  ·  Reply  ·  1m Sheri Grutz   Sheri, you just described 90 percent of Facebook. Edit or delete this Like  ·  Reply  ·  1m

I got tired of the local guys

 when I was on Match, I decided to do searches for men anywhere who said they like to write.  It lasted a little while, got some responses, shared some materials.  I wonder if Phil would object if I do that again. my friend Jason is mad at me, we're not talking.

hello?

  First of all, I don't like a buff, puffy body on a man. Second of all, I'm not impressed by your profession. Third, your location either makes me interested or sick, or both, so just stop all that shit. Well, why don't you just stop all shit.

A facebook share by Sheri.

  I see you've been drinking the Kool-Aid. Obama didn't even come out with the truth til after the election. Foreign spies were under surveillance, and according to FISA laws, it's all legal. Trump got involved. He walked right into it. 3 Comments Like Comment Share Comments Sheri Grutz   where did you learn that, Sheri? mupltiple sources. how should I know? because I'm considered one of them. it's not illegal to be caught under someone else's surveillance. no money, no grieveance, no claims. Edit or delete this Like  ·  Reply  ·  15m Sheri Grutz   who said that, Sheri? the FCC, mainly, but many other feds. it is to the best of my knowledge that nobody in mass media is gettting a cent they tried claiming. Edit or delete this Like  ·  Reply  ·  7m Sheri Grutz   you better hope, Sheri, otherwise you really are a whore. What, a media whore? oh fuck

Do you get it? take a glance.

  ah huh. Sheri is not available right now, and looks like she won't be available for an indefinite time, so if foreigners, lookers, occasional friend who doesn't even fucking care want to talk with her, it's looking like your shit outta luck.

You called me a fucking cunt tonight, Phil. how could you in my dress?

 

Good memory

 Wednesday, before Thanksgiving, my dad came to pick me up from school.  Junior High. I believe he was alone. Look at me!  I told everybody.  I'm somebody!

would you or anyone like to fuck this, Phil?

 

you fucker!!

  I'm going to tell you this once Phil, and I hope it's the last. When you say, "What does that have to do with me.." when I talk to you, consider you're called out as a narcissist.

Who were the best, Sheri? my kids. Despite every strike. You, Sheri. you did it.