Battles Throughout

Red Ian “Dog” Merthise was a phantasm of this world the truth behind all science and religion. The missing link, the solidifying proof of any unanswerable question ever contemplated by man, woman, tree frog, dolphin or most importantly any cardiovascular organ situated and brought down to be only mere emotion and chemistry. While Red Ian “Dog” Merthise is the gear behind this world he is nothing without his energy, his force and most basic idea. One corrupted so easily over the years because of the pain it causes to parties unwitting to the grand scheme of Red’s master plan. We can not blame them, though it may enhance our views of ourselves. None of us are above any other being here. God is the remainder. God is us. There is a massive colossal force holding us all here together. Just like magnets. A positive and a negative, without one we would all scatter into nothingness. Without pain yes this world may possibly become a white wash of ignorantly blind people. I do not think so. Neither does Red. This place is just the beginning. Decide your beliefs and what you need to know deep in your soul and set it there in concrete. Practice with yourself and imagine a platoon of blood thirsty demons set out to harvest the last soul on earth. After an apocalypse and you are the only one left, you are alone, everyone you’ve ever know or loved has died. Moved on to that other plain, build yourself to a point where that evil demon army is as easy to overcome as the most casual of problems. Then bring everyone back, everyone you know and love, survival and life often come down to your sole being. Fortunately life can not function nor can anyone function without the compassion or care of another. So the acceptance of the removal of everyone around you is a key point to your strength. Accomplish that, then you realize that is an insane and unreasonable idea to ever occur and will never happen. Well, if it does, at least you are prepared. Red dog is getting a little upset with me that I took the focus off of him, her, it, that, the, but Red is a pretty understanding entity. He usually gets over these things pretty easily; he has been known to increase the sodium content of some unlucky individuals over the years when they looked backwards when he told them not too. Among other things but that is neither here nor there because most consider those stories of Old Red to be an angry giant to be just plain speculation. In my opinion Red had it easy way back when it was just him and a few others. He could speak and play movies and very entertaining shows with out forcing a population of six billion to completely collapse in on itself. You see red it a foreteller he can see his actions and what they will cause. He knew that if he allowed himself to be acknowledged early on he would make that big of an impact that it would travel on just like an electrical current. Red often throws ideas at me left and right, it is hard to keep my place, whoever is reading this I apologize, this is a mine field a maze of distorted ideas a compilation of mixed emotions and sights of heaven, my disconnect is in this language. It is impossible to explain a surety, a feeling of an implausibly undeniable truth in words. I guess this can be a prologue in the story of my, yours and everyone’s dear, dear friend Red Ian “Dog” Merthise.

 

            Vine Rackr was about minus three years old when he first discovered the particle for life. It was an oddly simple idea. It was sadly already discovered by a man who named it atom. Vine at minus three was somewhat cynical already and always thought that was so cheesy. The root of everything was already brought down to another of the same name! Mr. Rackr never did like love stories from his years of minus three to his death but he was partial to Adam and Eve. There was something simple and beautiful about the disconnection between man and wife to be the cause of a whole array of problems. Seems to still be the case he still thought. He always did chuckle at the annunciation of atoms and Adam. He wondered if anyone else saw that strange most likely meaningless connection but he knew that Red’s favorite ways to inform people were to hide simple riddles in those viewed as meaningless connections. When Vine was born his parents were ecstatic and they were far from uncommon people. They were far from being considered lonely hearts, far from those who flew through life like a breeze so simply and easily. They were more like the satin scarf that was here before the big bang, still here and will always be around. That cool soft feeling we get around our neck at times of awe. They were more like that scarf. That piece of fabric dealing with the ins and outs of exploding stars, hungry light consuming holes and random arrays of rose bushes planted throughout the universe mainly for comedic relief. Thorns really are placed in the worst possible spots and they always nick you, mainly to say. “Hi I’m the prettiest of flowers, watch out or I’ll bite you in your a*s” also something that every man should understand about the most beautiful of women. He was now plus eight, mathematically about five years after his initial laughter at the idea of atoms.

 

“A tiny particle that controls everything? HA! I don’t even have physical form, in the eyes and minds of the people on earth I don’t even exist. I am an atom, and well I can’t control s**t. It’s something larger”

 

They make up every little thing, but they are far from the root. Look closer at the other Adam and you may have an easier time seeing what most likely is behind this whole silly beautiful erotic mess we call life.

Author's Note

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