Total Randomness Pt. 1

By - Cpt. Caveman







For those of you whom are the completely uninitiated to my totally random stories, I will give you a brief description here of what they are. They are quite literally what the title entails. Totally, Random, stories. I pop on some music, ( Usually classical ) and start to typing. When the song I'm listening to ends, I either choose to finish the story there, or move on to the next one. Today I've chosen songs that come from the pirates of the Caribbean 2 sound track.

I was born on a sunny day, as the rain was falling and the lightning flashed out side the window. Thunder clashed, and torrent clouds shaped like one of those Bugles snack foods swirled near my house; tossing into the air within it's torrent projectiles of all shapes and sizes. I have long sense wondered why the day that I was born was such an anomaly, maybe it is because I my self am quite an anomaly. One may never know. Thinking about such things make me reflect on the works of Nostradamus, and his life. One could only at that time think the man a witch.

It was a very dangerous time in the world to be accused of being as such, a witch. The Inquisition was out and about you see. Why did such a brutal fare go so far in its ill conceiving? Because, "No one suspects the Spanish Inquisition." I did, and while I could have been born during that time, I said to my guardian spirits, "no thanks I'll avoid the plague and the raise of the Catholics, as the major world power." They decided to have a sense of humor and have me be born as that poor old man in Salem Mass, who was crushed during the Witch trials.

This is my great new adventure though, I have survived the Civil war, Spanish American war, World wars one and two and Vietnam spiritually, only to be born in a period of time where the flying spaghetti Monster has opted to thrust forth his noodle appendages to the burners and kick the stove top of the Galaxy on high, to boil his earthly pot and its inhabitants until it is an undefined mush, just to start over again from scratch.

So that's it people, like so much discarded over cooked mac and cheese that has become stable, god who ever you think he is has completely wiped his finger prints from this self perpetuating train wreck that we call a planet, and society, and he's waiting for us to turn our selves into an over cooked gelatinous mass in the boiling water that is our earthly pot. So my Advice to you is sit back, pop some popcorn, and enjoy the show that is the end of the world as we know it.