These street writing examples are from Turkey. I will try to translate them in English. They have hope, joy, humor, and sometimes deep interactions. It’s not just about the writer who wrote the grafiti. They do have the feature of establishing a close connection among the people who read it on the wall. Maybe some of them will make you feel or think the some connections, my Earthling friends; who knows. 😉
Hi everyone! We hope all you are fine! Are we ready for the new season! Migo and I are ready!
In May 26 we were running from Cylons! Cylons are not real, I had said this to Migo in many times but he didn’t listen to me as always!
Anyway, it’s been almost three and half months, my beloved friends! Wow! I didn’t realise that the time has passed quickly like that! I am sure Migo has kept the record and was aware everything. We, the dogs don’t keep the records but we are aware and remember eveything. For this, there is no need to be an alien from outer space!
Even if I don’t keep the records of the world’s events, I am aware nothing chances on this planet for last 3,5 months.
Let’s check together what happened or not happened.
You see, nothing changes on this world. But you cannot tell this to Migo!
That’s why I gave up to tell some things to Migo for a long time. In this summer I’ve dedicated myself to my novel. Yes, I am writing my adventures with Migo finally. I am sure it will be best seller after the Bible at Amazon! I am trying to tell everything about aliens and their hazards. The world needs my novel!
There were hard times when I wrote my book in this summer, especially hot wheather made me nervous some times.
At the beginning of the summer it was already too late for us to reach the sea. Normally we would start to swim in May. But this summer we could go to swim in mid June as first. I was so excited that day. Though not as much as in this gif, actually I can see similarity with my excitement and its.🤔
Why we were too late for opening sea season? Because Migo had started to learn Tai Chi those days and he was studying Tai Chi in early hours of the days instead of go to the sea. Yes, we always go to swim at 7-8 am in morning. We could not go swimming until Migo learned to use time well!By the way, those days were very funny. Because, the funnier thing than an alien who tries to learn Tai Chi, is an alien who cannot learn Tai Chi. Haha!
While the funny days were passing with Migo’s Tai Chi traning, at 12 June, an earthquake happened in Izmir where we reside in.
It was interesting day. I’ve sensed the earthquake but I didn’t give any reaction. Migo couldn’t make sense of my attitude. That day this conversation passed amongs us.
-Didn’t you feel the earthquake WD?
-Yes, I did Migo. So?
-Why you did not give any reaction before it happened?
-What! Do I have to give any reaction? What do you think I am? Am I earthquake alarm!
-But human resources say that…
-Human resources say that, bla bla. Who cares Migo? Besides, you are the alien, why you didn’t any sense about earthquake? Tell me.
Migo didn’t answer. I had finally found the way to stop Migo’s questions! That was the victory day for me!
After that day, we have shaked too much. There were many afterschocks. Even in one of these days the records announced that 490 aftershocks happened in only one day. We were so used to shake that we were shaking ourselves when it was not aftershock.
The days have passed with the earthquakes, very-very hot wheather, writing my book, training Tai Chi of Migo, swimming, and many drinks in this summer. But, I couldn’t find my precious lady dog mate again. My unfortunate broken heart! However, I do have hope, after I finished my novel and published it, many lady dogs will line up at my door! That day I will be the lucky-one! Yeah!
Let’s begin to new chapter of our lives!
The most beautiful sea:
hasn’t been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
hasn’t grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
we haven’t lived yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to say
I haven’t said yet…
Nazim Hikmet Ran,
September 24th 1945
Until we meet again, take care of yourself, our Earthling friends.
-Migarium the extraterrestrial, WD the earthling
My friends this is just too much for me. I am still a single mother.You know I have been an advocate for the poor, disabled, abused, harmed , neglected, animals, children, ect. My entire life. Here in Colorado everyone knows what caused all this. Sorry, I have not had coffee yet. Jake, when he was 5 would become overwhelmed at school. It is apart of SPD. He had an incredible pediatrician that was against putting kids on drugs. He made arrangements for occupational therapy. Said to me just keep doing the OT and change is diet. Well one day, Jake was frustrated, there as an event at school and they punished him by putting him in a padded closet 😦 he freaked out. Did anyone call me NO! then they let him out his flight or fight was so fired up. He was just a little guy 😦 he lashed out at a teacher.
Long story short. The DHS workers came to me and said if I did not medicate Jake they would put him in a residential treatment facility for kids with mental issues, and take him away from me. His pediatrician (who retired when Jake was 5 said NO way, he does not need drugs. I took Jake out of the Medicaid insurance and found a fantastic pediatric psychologist, and to get DHS off my back we agreed to dust Jake with Clonidine.
It was just enough to make the state leave us alone!! My friends this makes me cry. Being a mother is the MEANING of my life! I worked 4- 10 hour shifts in hospital so I could have 3 days off with my son. Later I would just pull 12 hours on the weekend so I could be there to help Jake if his SPD flared up. For the most part Jake was a snuggle bug, and just wanted to be at home with Mom.
As promised by Dr. Beasley with OT Jake grew out of the SPD 50% of the kids do!
The overdose happened at the time we had decided to start weaning Jake off the clonidine! 😦 😦
I shut down my life after the OD, I had a bit of savings and pretty much became a stay at home Mom. I just wanted to stare at my son’s face I was so happy to have him alive! I am tired my friends. I have been trying to change the US system since I was 14 years old, and they deported my grandparents. (They were my parents) I enrolled in military school. My grandparent thought my chances for opportunity would be better in the USA 😦
I never counted on people to help me, I worked hard!
My lovely career at Colorado State University. Did not want the media attention, they put me on unpaid leave in January. They won’t even respond to my emails.
I sold my home and spent every penny over 50 grand fighting this battle!
We live in a town with no real bus system. My #one ranked law firm knew my life was falling apart and they “BRACE yourself”….TOOK a pay out to mess withy the case form the inside Leventhal and PUGA!
It was the news reporter that found out! That was a crushing blow since my main attorney was a Marine Alex Wilscke 😦 I cam barreling down on them How could they!
NO ATTORNEY WANTS THIS CASE AT ALL!
I have been told by many people in power, Caroline you do not need an attorney. You know the law, and medicine better than any attorney you can hire.
You bet the coroner swapped Jakes samples they are not his, but they will not give them to me, because they know I will DNA sample them, I have called the FBI and the CIA myself!
You bet I wanted follow up care for Jake after the OD but the umbrella insurance company ordered his new pediatrician, because my favorite retired NOT to see Jake he was a medical liability!
Search engines are filtered in the USA and it was not until I left the country that I found a case of Clonidine causing DIC! When I came back to the USA with this information, I was met with shut doors! They would not listen to me.
The day Jake died, PVH again under the same insurance company let him lay there with no pain meds or heparin! Again because orders were put in place not to treat Jake!
I have nearly lost my mind in this. There is a media black out on the story WHY I can not get one paper, one news source to run the story!
Now I sit here using my neighbor wifi, mine has been disconnected. They have done their best to break my communication. 911 even told me not to call them! The FBI said, it is a local matter BUT again. The county and the police will not respond to my calls!
Sojourner told me months ago. Stop Caroline and save yourself. I was sad. I wanted to fight to save other children. I kept on fighting. it is against every fiber in my being to watch anything suffer.
I can’t drive, I have no gas money and I have an eviction notice on my apartment. Again, everything people have known for months!
Since Lasater and Martin are not willing to negotiate the claim. I have to STOP! I have to go back to proving for my surviving children. They need me! This case has been a 24hr/7 day a week job for me with NO pay! The friends I did have ran a long time ago, it is beyond the normal comprehension of the human mind to see corruption and evil to this extent!
SO, WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK A MOM WHO LOST HER BABY AND THEN HAD THE SUYSTEM TAKE MORE THAN THAT FROM HER, CAN LIVE LIKE THIS? MY BRAIN IS RITTLED WITH NIGHT TERRORS FROM WHAT I SAW MY BABY ENDURE, AND ALL THE DOCTORS HERE WANT TO DO IS MEDICATE ME!
There is nothing wrong with me. I saw my child get tortured in front of my eyes and die. I heard my baby’s ribs break during 40 minutes of CPR. That is not something that ever leaves your mind!
Now, I can’t get ONE lawyer to help me! Not one governmental agency! This is insanity! people are so greedy they can not even donate to my Gofund me for pharmacy reform.
This fight is making me physically ill! I can not fight, if I can not even afford to go to the doctor my self!.
I don’t want to quit, but with literally NO support from anyone. I have to protect myself. How can I provide for my family, if I am too sick to even help them?
There is no sense in blogging anymore, the only people who read my blog are in other countries according to my wordpress stats!.
It is called self preservation. Lasater and Martin know that their first offer to settle was highly illegal, but they are playing games. Saying , I need an attorney. No I don’t, it is a legal right to represent yourself!
So blogging about it has gotten me nothing but support from a few fellow bloggers, who I know are just as damaged and poor as me!
I DO read my fellow bloggers websites….well the ones that I know are run by real people and not under aliases.
My motto is, if you are going to blog be the real you!
Thanks my friends for all your support! I will grammar check later, I am too tired today.
This is about human life; it is about how bad US health system is; and it is about if you want to seek your right in US, how the system tools that stand by the tax of the people, can come out as the secret and invisible but powerful weapons against you. It’s the worst…
I don’t have any idea where all liquids come from Migo’s body! Migo’s nose, eyes, all are leaking the weird liquids. All extraterrestrials are like Migo, when they sick? Maybe this could be a clue about how Earthlings can deal with Extraterrestrials when they come and invade our planet. They are weak against our viruses and bacteries; hey I am telling you Earth scientists, who say life has begun at outer space! If it had been like that, extraterrestrials would have been very powerful against the Earth’ sickness!
Anyway, today is the third day of Migo’s flu. I am bored already now. Before than Migo has been very busy-also we know that when Migo’s busy, Migo doesn’t see anything except the works he focused, including me unfortunately-, and I didn’t do anything exciting for last 10 days according to my figures. This is injustice!
I am the most intelligence, well-informed and emotinal dog on the Earth! And I stucked between Migo’s flu and world issues; so my world issues, beers, beatiful lady dogs and good foods! I want to return to all my world issues immediately!
Quote from the article: “What we are told to believe is prosperity, is really just an elegant trap, an illusion. And at the very top of this pyramid of lies is the dark secret as to why we all have to work so hard in order to experience life on planet earth.” It is quite right! Thank you for sharing this article with us my dear Earthling friend!
Living to work, consume, go in debt, work more, consume more, go in debt more, work more…. is slavery, not life!
3 Signs Corporate Work Culture Has Become Toxic to the Human Spirit
Feeling trapped on the corporate ladder? You’re not alone… our work culture has become uncaring, toxic and rather dangerous to our well-being.
Everybody seems to be working harder and harder these days, but genuinely happy people are hard to come by, even amongst those who actually have decent jobs. The truth is, very few people are fit and able to succeed under the current status quo of living to work, and more of us than ever are slipping behind in a corporate culture that is becoming increasingly toxic and impossible to endure.
Suspended in ‘survival mode,’ the individual is really not doing well in this environment…
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Vodka galore! Siberian man tunnels under store to steal 60 bottles of the hard stuff
A thirsty Russian drinker dug a secret tunnel under a store to steal 60 bottles of vodka. He was caught drinking the stolen goods with his buddies – and yes, only 10 bottles were left.
A 32-year-old Russian man has been detained in the town of Kiselyovsk, over 3,500 kilometers east of Moscow, on charges of robbery. The damage is estimated at 12,000 rubles ($150), and the man faces as much as five years in jail, the local Interior Ministry said Thursday.
The store was situated in an old barracks, and the alarm went off three times during the robbery. The man entered the store three times through his tunnel to carry off more booze.
Every time security guards arrived at the scene, they didn’t notice anything they would consider suspicious: the doors and windows were untouched.
“Investigating the crime scene, we established that the thief had dug a tunnel under the store, then tore up the floorboards and got in,” police said.
When the man was caught, he was drinking the vodka he had stolen. His brother was his drinking buddy.
By that time, only 10 bottles were left: the unlucky thief had given most of the stolen spirits to his friends. He also told investigators that he managed to steal the 60 bottles in three trips.