by Michael Zaphah

Created on: February 20, 2009

House of Straw is equal to; Brain of Manure

I have a new name for my pain as I sit here and contemplate my behavior over the past forty-five years of my life. It equals to the past sum of manure that I have chewed upon for forty years of my life. You see in those tender moments of my first five year of my developing childhood.

I was the victim of the stinking think of the Jones family of whom I was graciously given to by God, and note I am not blaming them or God for things I now think upon.Because you see, I was becoming the very things I began to think upon. Those thing I forever contemplate on has brought me to ruin.

I am the fool of what I have feed upon , for so many year'is. It was believing this false sense of bravado that made me realizes that I must look for gold on someone else'is mountains, and thinking that the grass is truly greener on the other side. When I kept thinking that foolishly that there truly is gold in them hill when I had the river bed full of golden nuggets.

I had a dream that made me realize that my thinking was the cause of my own pain. The dream show me a man and I were walking together and he found a gold nugget worth three hundred and eighty dollar, which on second I had avoid to look upon. Now before you say to yourself I am to hard on myself, or even agree with the procurement of my perpetual long speech please let me give you this proof.

When I was a young lad I used to watch a movie that sent me down a yellow brick of wonder meant, and as I would watch a certain character with amazement I slowly began to notice that I was acting just like him. The movie that formed my think was the Wizard of Oz, a book I never read, but the movie I saw in my life fifteen times in my forty-six years of living.

I even though about buying the character I have been play once when I was on a bus coming back to Reno. The character I have so majestically have played for years was the scarecrow. I would while away the hours ignoring the very flowers in my garden to go work someone else'is garden of corn and foolishly get tricked to put myself on that man or women poles to break my back for them.

Never getting paid a day'is wage from my tireless trudging of tumults, and while I was ever learning but never getting any smarter. The little I did get was taken away by those accursed crows (meaning the demons of Satan that were sent to torment me over the none payment of wages which was sin anyway), and those nasty birds that mocked would eat my fields of corn and laugh at me while they took the very straw that was attached my scattered brain.

I was always looking for a Dorothy (a wife) to lead me to the wizard, and I would sing my song of depression, of "If I only had a brain," and after she heard the fifteenth chorus of that depressing song. My wonder wife would fly away with the very wizard or click those magic ruby slippers just to get away from the empty head fool who was never her husband, and even if she would tell me when she left, "That she would miss me most." My suggestion is for you is to rent the movie and then you see what I am talking about, also see my character plainly as the nose on your face.

Once when I was cry the blue to Judy a friend of my, and I don't mean to say her name was Judy Garland who played the character of Dorothy better than any. Told me simply that I had lost my peace and not my brain. Simply put I had lost my mind; meaning my mind of Christ...to be continued.

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