What fun,

Use to think FaceBook ‘Community!’

Now older and well older,

Now I see community more literal,

Less gay,

As a writer I love writers,

You know articulate individuals,

Individuals with a clue,

I see myself at times as clueless,

By writers on the whole are creators,

Gods within their own individual settings,

Able to command vase quantities of fluid imaginable thought,

Overflowing the realms contained on a single page,

Gid unto god,

Creating neuances,

Analetically sound,

Crisp,

Clear,

Airy,

Space,

With heart,

What’s that do I mean a painter?

No, and yet I do believe others believe we paint our characters into a corner,

I loath script writers,

A writer worth their salt knows how to tie up loose ends,

Doing this the reader knows what happened or what will surely occur to everyone,

Last night I watched a good movie in tubi,

Good at the moment,

Like other peoples cooked eggs,

The unknown or x comes with settling,

Your second brain or gut,

The script writer was doing ok then superimposed religion or a curse in a band of comrades ‘The South Carolina List!’

The band if men started in 1863,

The purpose was to financially care for the mens families,

First there was one man not a follower but an individual who refused to join,

So of course he was murdered,

That took us to a hundred and fifty years later and a cemetery,

Two fathers died,

A daughter’s tears,

A handsome lawyer helps her out of car trouble,

They both have the same envelop,

Announcing a gathering,

The lawyer exchanged from dear old dad left penniless,

Dear old dad’s attorney when son asked if attorney knew the worth of dad attorneys said next to twenty-two million,

The dinner with a vote excluded the daughter out of the money,

The old farts decided because she wasn’t born with penis all her dad’s money was theirs,

Money in off shore accounts,

Remy the young lawyer signed into the group in blood,

Then well at that meeting there was only one other young guy he was to get married soon,

With the bringing in of christianity it allowed the writer to suggest a blood curse killed the healthy young man,

In order to instill that thought in 1863 a devils curse should have been envoked,

Then there was the falling in love and the betrayal,

The president offered Remy a taste of power,

Told Remy to envision reaching out to the one he loved and touch her heart,The girl was named for her dad Jo,

Jo clutched her heart and fell down,

It wasn’t the betrayal of love but a man of the group told Remy inorder to get the money the president had to step down with a vote,

Not know he was responsible for Jo’s hospital stay, Remy made to motion for the vote,

None followed through,

Remy was removed from the list monet for two Then he found out about Jo unconscious in the hospital.

Remy broke in to save Jo,

Got caught,went to jail,

Then we see the guy who got shot like an old time minister,

Remy quit,

Was band for life before going to the house,

Two christian ladies prayed for him,

Last we see is happy couple,

The president tried to wish Remy dead .

One of the ladies bequeath her home to Remy,

But we don’t know if the couple marry,

Or settle in the house,

I decided waked up chilled through and through I was nonplus,

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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