Boycotting Democrats; Carroll's Journey

It started out simple enough, many years ago. What began as my disgust towards Hollywood evolved into a lifestyle that now, feels normal enough and has enriched my life tenfold. I can't recall ever being this happy before. And what was it that I did all those many moons in the past? Well, I decided to boycott Hollywood.

I decided to stop going out to the movies. A decision I made over ten years ago. And kept to. I also stopped buying DVD's. No more spending my money on movies, period! With the exception of South Park. I currently own the first 20 seasons of that cartoon series. And with that lone exception, it has also been well over ten years since I purchased a movie on DVD.

I made this decision because Hollywood had gotten too big for its britches. I just got tired of their bullshit and attitude and made a choice to no longer support those ass-hats. Then something amazing happened .... and it is called, Donald J. Trump.

I was already getting fed up with democrats and their socialist / communist / fascist / terrorist behavior. For years I was watching as they transformed into something ugly, something evil. You had to look hard if you wanted to see it, but when Trump came along to throw his name into the hat for nomination for president of the united states, all democratic hell broke loose.

The democrats turned more hateful, angry and evil than I had ever seen anything turn before. Now, I no longer even see democrats as human beings, but back then, I was disbelieving my own eyes and ears at the things they were doing, and saying.

Back then, I had some dozen or more friends that were democrats. From then to now, I lost all of them except for one. A few turned independent, like me, and I'm still friends with them. A few turned republican and I'm still friends with them, too. The rest of them started breaking from me because I support Trump and the final three or four, I rejected because I could no longer put up with their constant hate.

 Now, like I stated earlier, I am down to just one democrat friend, and he's like a brother to me. No! He is a brother to me. I have known him for 30 years. He and I both agreed to never talk politics, and so far, it has worked.

Now, I will not become friends with anyone new unless / until I know they are not a democrat. It's just the way it is these days.

But that was only the beginning. I was in a local grocery store one morning and I overheard one of the employees talking to another customer and she was attacking Trump. For some reason, this got me pissed. Then I started seeing on the news how democrats were attacking Trump supporters, Violence, or with words or by getting them fired and shit and so, this infuriated me even more.

Then one day, I kind of snapped. Me and a couple friends went down to that store and long story short, got that employee fired. I have to admit, it felt good. Before I knew it, we had gotten several democrats fired from their jobs over the next few years to now. It gets even worse.

My friends and I also got a few businesses shut down, that were owned / operated by democrats. The first one was a diner owner who got a little too drunk at a 4th of July picnic. He was bad-mouthing Trump something awful, and in front of children. We then decided to spread some rumors about "food poisoning" incidents and a year and a half later, he went belly up.

It really began when I declared that I would never eat at his place again, when at that time, I spent close to two hundred dollars at his place a month. Then many of my friends stopped eating there, too. Then came the rumors to seal his fate. He sold his place to a guy who just happens to be a republican.

We also then proceeded to shut down a couple more. And again, it felt good. To strike back at the democrats really did feel like I was accomplishing something. I felt like I was playing their game, using their rules. Everything democrats think about Trump supporters, is what I feel about them multiplied by a million.

Recently, within the past year, I found out that my cable provider was a democrat supporter. I found a way to ditch their internet service and cable service. I kept their phone service, but now I get phone, internet and cable for 1/3 of the cost. I found a way around the high cost of technology.

The past few years I have also broke up with a few girls after discovering they were democrats. I also dropped my medical doctor for being a liberal. I got a new one. A better one, if you ask me. But I have reached a point where I can no longer stand being around democrats. PERIOD!

I do not patronize any business that I KNOW for a fact is owned by a democrat. And while it started with a simple decision to stop supporting Hollywood, it has now evolved into a full-out act of boycotting democrats. They make everything political, like movies, music, sports, religion, and so on, and now, so do I.

I have found that I am much more happier by at least 300 %. I am also saving more money every month as well. Not that it is a big deal as everyone knows I haven't worked for some 15 years now, and do not plan to ever go back to work. I live the good life. The easy life. But hey, if you can have the same things at a lower cost, then great! Right?

It's just simply a much better life.

Maybe I also still harbor bad feelings from the two times democrats have personally attacked me online. All I know is, they do not deserve to even breathe the oxygen on this planet. Even the good ones are shit-holes because they vote for these evil people like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Adam Schiff, Maxine Waters, Jerry Nadler, Nancy Pelosi, and the like. You get my drift. 

My overall health has improved greatly as well. I probably should have done this a lot sooner, but it is what it is for the here and now, and now, I can't see myself ever going back to the way it was. The way I see it, life is too short to go around all the time hating everything, everyone or being pissed off at the world. I want nothing from these communists because they can't offer me anything but doom and gloom and dread. They are horrible and evil things that, as far as my real life is concerned, have no place in my world.

It's just the way it is.

And a world free of democrats is the most wonderful and amazing world I have ever known in my life. For once, when anyone asks me, "How's it going?" I can honestly look at them, smile, and say, "I'm good."

Scratch Out My Eyes

SCRATCH OUT MY EYES - Written by Carroll Bryant

I've seen enough

Don't wanna see no more

Get me to my feet

Say goodbye to war

You can scratch out my eyes

Scratch out my eyes

For the rest of my life

You can scratch out my eyes

Turn the power on

With all your political lies

Does it get you off?

Does it make you feel nice?

You can scratch out my eyes

Scratch out my eyes

For the rest of my life

You can scratch out my eyes

It's like the thunder and the rain

Lightning strikes again

Little Bobbie spreads her legs

And it drives me insane

Sexy rage

I've seen enough

Don't wanna see no more

Get me to my feet

Say goodbye to war

You can scratch out my eyes

Scratch out my eyes

For the rest of my life

You can scratch out my eyes

It's like the thunder and the rain

Lightning strikes again

Little Bobbie spreads her legs

And it drives me insane

Sexy rage

Turn the power on

With all your political lies

Does it get you off?

Does it make you feel nice?

You can scratch out my eyes

Scratch out my eyes

For the rest of my life

You can scratch out my eyes

It's Like Suicide

IT'S LIKE SUICIDE - Written by Carroll Bryant

No, she didn't leave me any messages

When she passed away

I guess it doesn't mean that she needed me

Or maybe it just doesn't mean anything

At all

Now it's yesterday and I still complain

And that's become my second middle name

And if it's all the same I will walk away

From everything

And you know it's like suicide

On the day that you died

And you never tried to make it right

And you know it's like suicide
On the day that you died

You let go of me

You let go of life

No, you couldn't see what you did to me

I guess I didn't mean anything at all

Then I couldn't breathe when I believed

That one day out of the blue you would call

So soon to leaving everything behind

And you know it's like suicide

On the day that you died

And you never tried to make it right

And you know it's like suicide
On the day that you died

You let go of me

You let go of life

This is this

It backfired on you

In the end you were too confused

You didn't know what to do

Everything comes back on you

I'll survive

No, she didn't leave me any messages

When she passed away

I guess it doesn't mean that she needed me

Or maybe it just doesn't mean anything

At all

Now it's yesterday and I still complain

And that's become my second middle name

And if it's all the same I will walk away

From everything

And you know it's like suicide

On the day that you died

And you never tried to make it right

And you know it's like suicide
On the day that you died

You let go of me

You let go of life

No, she didn't leave me any messages

No, she didn't leave me anything

I'll survive

World Divided

WORLD DIVIDED - Written by Carroll Bryant

So many questions going unanswered

This troubled uncertainty is a virus

That's deadly

Anger and hate from the left

Has left a violent memory

They claim to love children

Then they kill the babies

They foam at the mouth with

Words filled with rabies

They surrendered their soul at the church of lunacy

Do you remember where you were

When democrats divided this country?

I remember where I was

When the democrats divided the world

Their words of love and peace is

"Let's kill McConnell"

Dayton and El Paso are deceased

Let's kill some Trump donors

Let's kill all the dreams
And then kill the dreamers

Do you remember where you were

When democrats divided this country?

I remember where I was

When the democrats divided the world

They want a blood nation

Red as their China

Let illegal immigrants rule the Earth

Let terrorists hold a parade if you wanna

Because

The Green New Deal is an active grenade

Don't ask questions

Don't give answers

No explanations

Learn how to pander

Deep state corruption at its liberal finest

Destroy the man because

They're in love with the war

No food on the table

No food for Baltimore

Walking on eggshells and they

Keep throwing stones

Liberals left them in their dorm rooms

Alone

Homeless means homeless without a home

Do you remember where you were

When democrats divided this country?

I remember where I was

When the democrats divided the world

Family, My Family

I can't believe it! I really can't. Finally! My mother found a way to apologize to me about the things she thought of me, and said about me to others. It only took her to pass away and bug me for six months from the great beyond until she got to learn the truth about her most difficult child.

In the nuttiest of shells, it goes a little something like this. My mother died this past December. Ever since then, she has been pestering me when I sleep. Coming to me in dream format. It started the first week of January. About ten days after she passed. She appeared three times that month, and all of them were basically the same.

It was nothing more than her getting in my face, screaming and yelling at me. She was very angry. She was angry because I didn't come to visit her in her last remaining days to say goodbye. She was also angry that I didn't attend her wake, or her funeral. Hell, it's been six months and I haven't even been to her grave, even though I do know where she is buried. I also explained to her, eventually, that I said my goodbyes when she was still alive.

In the first dream, I explained to her that I was angry as well. I was mad because when she found out that August that she had cancer, she failed to pick up the phone and notify me. She failed to reach out and fix our relationship. The one that SHE broke.

I knew why she did it. Or in this case, didn't do it.

It was because not once in her life has she ever apologized to me for anything. In our head to head collisions, that began after I joined the Army Reserve, she also had never reached out to me first to try and fix things. I was the one who had to do that. I never understood it because she was always the one who flamed the fires, and attacking me, and yet I had to be the one to be the bigger person or else she and I would have never had a relationship of any kind. 

I now find myself regretting that. In fact, the last time she and I spoke, which was on the phone, (and yes, I reached out to her) I told her that I regretted that. I went as far as to tell her that I regretted  ever coming back to Ohio after my Navy days were done. I told her that if I could do it over again, knowing then what I know now, I would have stayed in the Navy for at least another two years, or maybe gone to California to pursue my writing ambitions. Or perhaps have stayed in Norfolk, Virginia.

Anything would have been better than doing it the way I did it.

I think that may have broken her heart. Good! Now she knew how I felt all these years when she would break mine. I never was good at revenge. Maybe that's because I hated it. But she had to know the truth. Mostly because she asked me if I had any regrets in life. If you don't want to hear the answer, then don't ask the question.

So, for the three dreams she came to me in, we stood face to face arguing. She wanted to know certain things about my military life and other mysteries about me that she found intriguing. One thing, among many, was she wanted to know if I was gay. I told her, "No."

She went down a list and I answered each one. I found it odd that she never asked me these things when she was alive. And I had a few things I wanted to ask her in return. She struggled in her replies. Often times stuttering. By the third dream, I told her not to come to me in her angry fashion anymore. She had plenty of opportunities to ask me anything when she was alive, but she failed to do so for whatever her reasons.

It was too late for her and I to fix anything between us. The reasons are no longer important to me. Basically, I was telling her to stay away from me. It was over, and there was nothing more she and I need to discuss.

Then came February, and with it, three more dreams. Only in these dreams, she didn't confront me. Each of the dreams were nothing more than her snooping around me and my friends. We were always gathered at a house familiar to me. All of my friends, living or deceased, were there.  We were doing nothing more than chit chatting quietly. I was talking to a couple of my friends when I noticed my mother sitting on a chair in the short distance with her ear turned in my direction. I had to softly tell my friends to ignore her. And whatever they did, do not speak to her about me. She was just trying to 'dig up some dirt' on me. She was trying to figure a few things out.

From March to a few days ago, she continued to pry, and a few times, 'set me up' with various scenarios. Apparently, I passed her "tests" with flying colors. In all, it led to one thing, that she now realizes that she was wrong about me in many, many ways. She finally has gotten to see the truth about me, and what I stand for in this life. She now knows who I am. She now sees how wrong she was in her life regarding what she thought about me, and who I am in this world. She also realizes now the force behind my writing.

I finally understand a few things, too. First, she never wanted me to leave the military. She enjoyed talking about her kids, and she really loved to tell people that one of her kids was in the military. When I left, she could no longer say that. I had to explain to her that it was, after all, my life to do with what I wanted.

Now she finally gets it.

I also learned that she did not care one bit about my writing. In fact, she confessed to me that she hated it. She blamed my leaving the military on the writing. But like I mentioned earlier, she now has come to see the force behind it, and she is okay with it. But now it is too late for me to give a shit about what she thinks.

We have made peace.

However, I told her that I did not want her 'visiting' me or 'checking in, or on' me any longer. She needs to spend her afterlife time on the three other kids that she loved more than me. And on her grandchildren. I want to be left alone. I have no plans on joining her when I die. I plan to go my own way, and do my own thing. You see, I have the heart of a Joan of Arc, but the soul of a gigolo.

My mother finally sees this, but it's too bad she didn't see it when she was alive. Our many fall-outs would have been avoided if only she had trusted / respected me a little bit more. Sometimes we let our pride get in the way of the truth.

She was a prideful woman.

But it is true, she cared more about her other three kids than she did me. There was a pecking order, no matter how many times she would have said, and maybe did say, that she had no favorites. She was only fooling herself, and she was never fooled.

She has now promised to let me be.

I thanked her for the wonderful childhood she gave to me, and those are the memories I choose to carry with me until, and when I pass over. A journey that I may be closer to than I would ever admit.

My horse is already saddled up, and I am ready to ride.

As for my siblings, we still are not in contact with each other. They have insulted me, disrespected me, and they believe everything is all my fault. You can't fix a relationship with people who think they are better than you, and you are to blame for everything. And so it would appear that we will never speak again to each other in this life, the afterlife, or the next life. At least I hope we never do. I have no plans to hang around them in any time or dimension. We just don't mix. They have made it clear that they don't give a monkey shit about me, and I have had to learn to not give a monkey shit about them.

Meanwhile, I am still exploring. I am trying to find something that I failed to find in this life. Maybe I will find it in the afterlife, or maybe I will need to return to this world in my next life and hopefully, find it then. And what is it that I am trying to find?

That's for me to know ... and something my mother finally understands.

  

Carroll's Journey: Time Marches On

Said goodbye to an old friend today. And time marches on.

It's been another crazy summer. One filled with everything you can think of. Ups, downs, side to side, wax on and wax off. You name it. And to think, we still have roughly six more weeks left before football kicks off. It ain't over yet. 

My goddaughter is coming over tomorrow to stay for a while during fair time. She will kick things off by spending Thursday night with her friend down the street. I hear they are having a sleep over event for the weekend. However, on Friday afternoon, her and her friend, along with a few others, will be coming to my place to A) Me escort them to the opening day of the fair across the street, and B) They will be spending Friday night, and Saturday night with me. And yes, I am to escort them again on Saturday and Sunday to the fair. lol Lucky me. 

On Sunday night, the mothers and or fathers will be coming to pick them up and take them back home, meanwhile, it will be Kelly and I for the next 10 ten days. I will be taking her with me to Iowa during that time also for a couple of days. She loves to travel. "Anything to get out of Piketon for a while." She says. Haha 

Then she will start preparing for the start of her high school career. She is so excited. I'm excited for her. I told her, "These will be the best four years of your life. Unfortunately, it won't be until you're forty years old before you realize this." 

Time. Marches. On.

This summer began with Kelly and I going to the beach to ride a Ferris wheel. What a week that was. Then a weekend of camping in which I dreaded. First of all, God created houses, electric and air conditioning. Use them! Secondly, I was in a huge tent with Kelly's brother, Boomer, and he and I shared that tent with Kelly and two of her female cousins and three tiny dogs. All told, there was 15 of us. Four tents total, a big RV and a small camper. There were a total of four dogs. I mean, it was fun, sort of, but too many people for me. And too hot also. But I survived the two nights, three days event and was sooooooooooooo happy to get back home. 

I finally broke down and talked to my mother over the phone a few times. After a year of not speaking to her or my younger sister, I just wanted to catch up a little and maybe open that door a little and see what happens. Turns out nothing happened, and it's been a couple of months since we last spoke. Just for the record, love is not all you need for a relationship of any kind. It takes trust and respect, too. It's just too bad that there is a huge lack of those two things between my mother, little sister and I. Because of this, it appears we are no longer family. But all is not lost because I still have Kelly, her brother, her mother and dad. I also have my brothers Dave in Iowa, and Ted in Chillicothe.

My health was looking a bit gloomy at the beginning of the summer, but now feels like I am taking a turn for the better. So that's something positive. And no matter what happens from here on, I still have my optimism for a better future. Kelly keeps me on my toes and certainly keeps things interesting. last week she mentioned something about maybe trying out for cheerleading. 

*GULP*

Time marches on. 

 

Physical Phenomenon - By Carroll Bryant

PHYSICAL PHENOMENON - By Carroll Bryant

You say you always think about me

You know I always think about you

Let's face it, there's no way around it

We spark down lovers avenue

We get in close and it's hard to believe

It gets so difficult for us to even breathe 

Your touch

My touch

Hearts explode from this physical phenomenon 

We kiss

It's too much

Hearts explode from this physical phenomenon 

You feel the feeling all the way

You know I feel it every bit and all the same

It's so electric as it shocks the soul

It's so easy to get used to the happy pain

We hold it close for the fun and the thrill

Setting each other up for some kind of sexy kill

Your touch

My touch

Hearts explode from this physical phenomenon 

We kiss

It's too much

Hearts explode from this physical phenomenon

There's no other way to say it

Maybe in love is what is true

There's no other way to play it

You're in it for me

I'm in it for you, too

You say you always think about me

You know I always think about you

Let's face it, there's no way around it

We spark down lovers avenue

We get in close and it's hard to believe

It gets so difficult for us to even breathe

Your touch

My touch

Hearts explode from this physical phenomenon 

We kiss

It's too much

Hearts explode from this physical phenomenon

Your touch

My touch

Hearts explode from this physical phenomenon 

We kiss

It's too much

Hearts explode from this physical phenomenon

I'm getting too old for this physical phenomenon

Oracle Of Delphi (The Pythia) - By Carroll Bryant

ORACLE OF DELPHI (THE PYTHIA) - By Carroll Bryant

You're like a dream wrapped inside of a mystery

The power of love that eludes you

Escapes me

The air is so thick and dry

The morning finally arrives

I see you standing there

A princess of the world without a care

Loneliness in your eyes

You carry the torch that makes men cry

And fall to their knees

Like the Oracle of Delphi

So much thunder and lightning from the sky

And filling their needs

Like the Oracle of Delphi

The taste of The Pythia is as sour as the dust that blows in the wind

No heart beats to the thought of you

Punish them

The language we speak is far and forgotten

The knowledge we seek smells so rotten

I see you standing there

A muse to the world without a care

Confusion and the lies

You carry the torch that makes men cry

And fall to their knees

Like the Oracle of Delphi

So much thunder and lightning from the sky

And filling their needs

Like the Oracle of Delphi

You're everything I wanted which is why I ran

Afraid of your kiss and the touch of your hand

Feelings so deep for you, my Diane

Falling for the scent of your precious skin

I see you standing there

A princess of the world without a care

Loneliness in your eyes

You carry the torch that makes men cry

And fall to their knees

Like the Oracle of Delphi

So much thunder and lightning from the sky

And filling their needs

Like the Oracle of Delphi

You carry the torch that makes men cry

And fall to their knees

Like the Oracle of Delphi

So much thunder and lightning from the sky

And filling their needs

Like the Oracle of Delphi

Souls Into Shadows - By Carroll Bryant

SOULS INTO SHADOWS - By Carroll Bryant

They're looking for a body down by the river

Some one died of a broken heart

Took a leap from atop of a bridge

Ripping the world apart

Nobody heard a scream or a yell

Not even a quiet cry out for help

Man or beast, they all find their god

And only time can tell

Lurking in the darkness, a glimmer of a light

Turning souls into shadows that fade into the night

A madman disease that burns in the fire

A token of desire

It feels like I'm falling, but the drop never ends

It feels like I'm living in the zone where we are friends

Maybe this is the time when I lose my mind

They're searching for something to make them all shiver

They never did find that body by the river

The current surely played a huge part

In ripping up the heart

Hear my scream, hear my yell

Listen to the quiet cry out for help

A man of beast suddenly finds his god

At the bottom of her hell

Lurking in the darkness, a glimmer of a light

Turning souls into shadows that fade into the night

A madman disease that burns in the fire

A lost bloom of a flower

It feels like I'm falling, but the drop never ends

It feels like I'm living in the zone where we are friends

Maybe this is the time when I lose my mind

Maybe this is the night that I lose my mind

Power Of Orion - By Carroll Bryant

POWER OF ORION - By Carroll Bryant

I'm still receiving messages

Which could only mean I'm still in the loop

I still believe in miracles

I bow to the temple of the moon

I'm not fit to be placed inside your silly little box

My vision can only be seen at the Equinox

I'm not talking about living where there isn't no dying

No need to get Sirius if you're not even trying

Put your faith in the outer-space

Maybe then you will find your place

(In the sun)

Be the one who finds the power of Orion

They still own the deepest thought in my mind

Some would claim that's dangerous, and perhaps a curse

I still partake in the rituals

I bow to the stars of the universe

It's not fair to judge me in the middle of the dark

No one cares to be true to another lonely heart

I'm not talking about living where there isn't no dying

No need to get Sirius if you're not even trying

Put your faith in the outer-space

Maybe then you will find your place

(In the sun)

Be the one who finds the power of Orion

The world's aglow, and don't you know

That some goodness can be found

All through the night, and a meteorite

Can come crashing to the ground

So, you have to be strong if you want to belong

To something greater than yourself

I'm still receiving messages

Which could only mean I'm still in the loop

I still believe in miracles

I bow to the temple of the moon

I'm not talking about living where there isn't no dying

No need to get Sirius if you're not even trying

Put your faith in the outer-space

Maybe then you will find your place

(In the sun)

Be the one who finds the power of Orion

Heal - By Carroll Bryant

HEAL - By Carroll Bryant

This world is living on the edge

Swallowed up by their poverty

I've never seen them this angry

Their hate refuses to go away

It's in the eyes of those who seek

To burn and riot in the streets

It's the opposition they wish to silence

Not using words, but violence

Heal

I have the right to tell you exactly how I feel

But sometimes I forget that 

Your intelligence is limited

Your life is in dire need of a thrill

But sometimes all you really need is to heal

The news is always sad to read

Absorb it from a different view

And it will mean much more to you

Caution is not the way that you take heed

Emotions that are running thin

Don't look now, but here you go again

It's a pain you say that never goes away

Have to find a way to fill the day

Heal

You have the right to live before you're killed

But sometimes it's hard to leave

Politics is how you breed

Your mind's controlled by their daily pill

But what you really need is to heal

I often wonder where it's all coming from

George has a lot of cash to throw around

An evil plot by the bloggers is for fun

And everything falls apart without a sound

It can get so unreal

It's the opposition they wish to silence

Not using words, but violence

 

Heal

I have the right to tell you exactly how I feel

But sometimes I forget that 

Your intelligence is limited

Your life is in dire need of a thrill

But sometimes all you really need is to ...

Heal

You have the right to live before you're killed

But sometimes it's hard to leave

Politics is how you breed

Your mind's controlled by their daily pill

But what you really need is to heal

Your life is in dire need of a thrill

But sometimes all you need is time

Time to rest a wicked mind

Time to figure out how you really feel

Sometimes all you really need is to be healed

Just to heal

 

Make Love - By Carroll Bryant

MAKE LOVE - By Carroll Bryant

Well, I can't think straight half of the time

I can't seem to get you out of my mind

I can't seem to do even the simplest things

I can't even sleep to enjoy the dream

I can't believe that it's this bad

I know what I want is what I can't have

I can't seem to do quite enough

But girl, I can make love

Make love, make love

I need you and all that stuff

Make love

No, I can't drink to get a dizzy head

And I can't remember everything I've said

Meeting you, I can never be sure

I can't do much of anything anymore

I can't believe this is so sad

To know what you want but you can't have

Anything I do is just never enough

But baby, I can make love

Make love, make love

My world's a wreck but what the heck

Make love

People keep running me down in the dumps

I take a licking and I still take my lumps

People keep pushing me far enough

All I want to do with you is baby, make love

No, I can't stop it to save my life

I can't even seem to draw a line

I can't even sing to get the damn blues

I don't know of anything that I can do

I can't believe that it's this bad

I know what I want is what I can't have

I can't seem to do quite enough

But girl, I can make love

Make love, make love

I need you and all that stuff

Make love

I want you and all that junk

Make love

Carroll Bryant Quote: March, 2017

"Live your life as though somebody else is living it for you."

- Carroll Bryant

Never Satisfied - By Carroll Bryant

NEVER SATISFIED - By Carroll Bryant

I keep pushing the pedal to the floor

When I feel something missing I keep wishing for more

You can see desperation living in my eyes

There's no consolation for wanting to feel alive

I'm never satisfied

Looking for more love into the night

It's a feeling that I can't deny

I can't fight

I can't hide

I can't change my mind

Never satisfied

There's no remission when you can't find your way

Only subscriptions to the magazines that like to lead you astray

You can feel the temperature rise

There's no relief at the far end of your life

I'm never satisfied

Looking for more love into the night

It's a feeling that I can't deny

I can't fight

I can't hide

I can't change my mind

Never satisfied

You know to knuckle under

She gives you her number

You work so hard to try

It's all for fun

She thinks she's the one

You shake your head, not tonight

Never satisfied

I'm never satisfied

You can feel the temperature rise

I'm never satisfied

Looking for more love into the night

It's a feeling that I can't deny

I can't fight

I can't hide

I can't change my mind

Never satisfied

Running for my life

Never satisfied

Running deep into the night

Never satisfied

Desperate look in my eyes

Never satisfied

I'm never satisfied

Mannequin - By Carroll Bryant

MANNEQUIN - By Carroll Bryant

It means everything

Your eyes looking into mine

I can feel the heat from your breath

It thrills me every time 

Don't say, don't say, don't say no to me

Don't walk away like this or that 

Don't think about leaving me

Don't leave, don't leave

Nothing is nothing 

Your hand is the touch that awakens me

I can feel your heart rip apart

It chills me to the bone

Don't know, don't know, don't know what to do

Don't even think twice, don't even blink

Everything freezes and believe me

Nothing ever changes again

I'm just another mannequin

I captured a merry-go-round

Plastic horses running in the wind

I listen to the sound of another one

As distant as a friend 

Don't cry, don't cry, don't drop the tears

It's a paradox hiding in sin

Don't even think about it

You can never win

Something is something

I've the fastest legs to runaway 

I can sense the end of time

Watch you destroy my brains

Don't know, don't know, don't know what to do

Don't even think twice, don't even blink

Everything freezes and believe me

Nothing ever changes again

I'm just another mannequin

Nothing is nothing 

Your hand is the touch that awakens me

I can feel your heart rip apart

It chills me to the bone

Don't know, don't know, don't know what to do

Don't even think twice, don't even blink

Everything freezes and believe me

Nothing ever changes again

I'm just another mannequin

I'm just another mannequin

Blow My Mind (Jessica) By Carroll Bryant

BLOW MY MIND (JESSICA) - By Carroll Bryant

Well, Jessica, you talk a really good game

You say you dig my style

You say you dig my name

The look in your eyes caught me by surprise

I didn't know you cared so much

You ought to know right now that

I'm not the kind of guy to fall in love

Just blow my mind 

If you want my attention

I love imagination 

Don't waste my time

With homemade stuff inventions

Just show me something real tonight

Talk to me real deep inside

And baby just blow my mind 

Well, Jessica, maybe it's best that you should go

I know that you have two kids

I know you're only twenty-five years old

The dance in your shoes is your attitude 

I didn't know you taste so good

You ought to think before you blink your eyes

In the manner that you always should

Just blow my mind 

If you want my attention

I love imagination 

Don't waste my time

With homemade stuff inventions

Just show me something real tonight

Talk to me real deep inside

And baby just blow my mind

The landscape I'm standing on

Lives inside a dream

Playing in black and white

On a big ass movie screen

I don't think you can handle it

Well, Jessica, I guess it all comes down to this

You know I really like to hold you

You know I really like to kiss your lips

The hump in my heart's a good place to start

Things like that will fade away 

You ought to move to another place and

Pay taxes to another state

Just blow my mind 

If you want my attention

I love imagination 

Don't waste my time

With homemade stuff inventions

Just show me something real tonight

Talk to me real deep inside

And baby just blow my mind 

Blow my mind

Blow my mind

Well, Jessica, maybe I won't say good-bye

Carroll's Journey: Told You So

I told you so!

For the past few years I have been on certain political media / news sites informing people that democrats suck at math. Mostly I said this just to piss democrats off or otherwise, get under their skin. I got a big kick out of it.

Most people responded with the "where's your proof" comment if not their classic "F you" remarks that clearly demonstrate their "intelligence" level.

However, now I have my proof.

Just the other day, the California Department of Education released their statistics of which showed that only 29% of students were able to satisfy the basic standard requirements of their specific grade level in ....... drum roll please ..... math!

Of those 29%, only 18% of African Americans were able to reach the basic standards of math in their grade level.

This means that 79% of kids in California failed to reach their basic standard requirements in math. Which means, and it's official now, that democrats suck at math. So thank you the State of California for proving what I have been saying for two or three years now.

I told you so! LMAO

I have also been saying during these past few years that democrats are not very bright in general. So what do the politicians do in light of these horrible math results? They decide to get together to push an agenda and encourage teachers to teach kids how to "spot" fake news. LMAO AGAIN!

Democrats are not very bright. lol I would think that instead of teaching kids how to spot fake news, you might want to teach them, oh, I don't know ....... MATH!?

Hey, California kids! I can teach you how to spot fake news, but unfortunately, you may not understand it because you suck at math. But here goes .....

90% of liberal media is fake news while only 60% of republican media is fake news, thus, you're more likely to get the real news from republican media. (If you watch "The Blaze", you will get fake news, just as if you watch CNN, MSNBC and if you go to BuzzFeed or read The New York Times or the Washington Post, you will get fake news by the truck load.)

Always remember, kids, to be a democrat you have to be one of the three, 1) a socialist, 2) a communist, or 3) a terrorist. (What kind of democrat are you?) But to be a democrat, you will always be a liar, a cheater, a fake, a fraud, a bully, rig elections, and a non-American because there is nothing American about being a socialist, a communist and or a terrorist. It's called the land of the free, not the land of the "ist".

I hate to say it, but ... I TOLD YOU SO!

Okay, I don't hate to say it. lol

This could also explain why democrats don't understand the difference between the "electoral" voting process / system, and the "popular" vote. Our founding fathers were very good at math, and reasoning, as well as fair play.

To all the kids in California ..... good luck.

(You're so gonna need it.)  

Just Another Damn Girl - By Carroll Bryant

JUST ANOTHER DAMN GIRL - By Carroll Bryant

Every word you say becomes an adjective 

Maybe we're alive, but did we ever really live?

Then I meet you

Who met who?

This is another day we'd like to forget

Then you saw me

It was that easy 

A place that we had to be

Two American victims

Two American suspects

You're just another damn girl

You're out to capture the whole damn world

And break my heart to pieces 

Start another world war 

Just another damn girl

Shaking me down for another fight

Keeping me up the whole damn night

You want to own my life and I know this for sure

You're just another damn girl 

I would never listen to kiss your mouth

There are moments I lie to you to get my feelings out

I come unglued

Always so fooled

This is a one way trip that I don't want to take

Then love is free

We broke the whole damn thing 

A mystery that was destiny 

Two American sleepers

Two American dreams

You're just another damn girl

You're out to capture the whole damn world

And break my heart to pieces 

Start another world war 

Just another damn girl

Shaking me down for another fight

Keeping me up the whole damn night

You want to own my life and I know this for sure

You're just another damn girl 

Then I meet you

Who met who?

This is another day we'd like to forget

Then you saw me

It was that easy 

A place that we had to be

Two American children

Two American dreams

You're just another damn girl

You're out to capture the whole damn world

And break my heart to pieces 

Start another world war 

Just another damn girl

Shaking me down for another fight

Keeping me up the whole damn night

You want to own my life and I know this for sure

You're just another damn girl

Rash On My Ass - By Carroll Bryant

RASH ON MY ASS - By Carroll Bryant

I got a rash on my ass on Christmas morning 

I know it wasn't there on Christmas Eve

Santa was suppose to stuff the stockings

But instead I think that he stuffed me

When I was a kid I heard a rumor

In fact, you know, I think I can recall

Someone said that Santa had some problems

He was addicted to some drugs and alcohol 

At first I didn't want to believe it

I got mad and simply walked away 

Because the rumors got so fucking stupid

The moment someone said that he was gay

I got a rash on my ass on Christmas morning 

I know it wasn't there on Christmas Eve

Santa was suppose to stuff the stockings

But instead I think that he stuffed me

And so I decided to investigate 

Just to try and see what I could find

After talking to some elves and the reindeer 

What I did discover blew my mind

It really was a shock to my system

What to think and what not to believe

And So I guess there's only one solution

Just never go to sleep on Christmas Eve

I got a rash on my ass on Christmas morning 

I know it wasn't there on Christmas Eve

Santa was suppose to stuff the stockings

But instead I think that he stuffed me

I got a rash on my ass on Christmas morning 

I know it wasn't there on Christmas Eve

Ho, ho, ho ... ho, ho, ho, Santa Claus is ....... dead!

Bad Santa (A Poem)

BAD SANTA (A POEM)

It was the night before Christmas and old Santa was pissed

He cussed out the elves and threw down his list

Miserable little brats, and ungrateful little jerks

I have a good mind to scrap the whole works

I've busted my ass for damn near a year

Instead of "Thanks Santa", what do I hear?

The old lady bitches because I work late at night

The elves want more money and the reindeer all fight

Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids

Donner got pregnant and Vixen has AIDS

And just when I thought that things would get better

Those assholes from the IRS sends me a letter

They say I owe taxes, if that ain't damn funny 

Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money?

And the kids these days they are all the pits 

They want the impossible, those greedy little shits

I spent the whole year making wagons and sleds

Assembling dolls, their arms, legs and heads

I made a ton of yo-yo's, but there's no requests for them

They want computers and iphones, they think I'm IBM

If you think that's bad then just picture this

Try holding those brats with their pants full of piss

They squeeze my nose and grab at my beard 

And if I don't smile all the time then they think I am weird 

Flying through the air and dodging all the trees

Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees

I'm quitting this job as there is no more enjoyment 

I'll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment

If there is no Christmas this year, now you know the reason

I found me a hot bitch, and heading SOUTH for the season

Merry Fucking Christmas you Ho, Ho, Ho's.