THE FINAL MORPHING

I will not tell you of this transformation, as i will surely pay with my life.  Some things are to be kept quiet.  But i can tell you it is very painful and  beautiful at the same time. This final morph from being to entity was hard to watch,  the beams of light are blinding and the creature suffers at a great magnitude.  Not all will survive this morph, only those who took the purest of eyes shall carry on, and only two are needed. Whether i could have stopped this or not is not my judgement, i am only  THETALER,   my only duty to mankind is to watch and tell that which is unspeakable by me. I can now only tell you all,  sometimes certain things and places should go un harboured. But you as human have this unsanctified extemporaneous way of doing things, thus causing extinctions of vital importance to mankind. You have brought this upon yourself, your own destruction.

You have brought forth The End Of All Living Things On This Planet . . .

Cleveland Rupert woke like every other day only this day he would spend it out in the country. It was Sunday and he would go to his bee hives and check things out and if there was enough honey in the hives he would make a couple of jars. Iola is his girlfriend and has never been out to the hives, he felt she would flip out at all the bees and get herself stung. She protested this and he only said she would run around waving her arms screaming or her perfume would attract the bees and she would cause all sorts of things to happen and the answer was no!  She can not go. This was something he did alone plus he was a man who kept to himself anyway. How he ever got mixed up with Iola in the first place was a wonder.  But if you knew Iola you would understand.  To make it simple for everyone he said not only was she pretty she was old school. And when a man gets his hands on a woman who is old school, you better keep them.  And that is what he did.  He did sort of Love her but not really Love her. She was more or less something he was breaking in to fit in with his life style.  But he sure did like her, lots, and he did want her around, but not out there. His bees were dear to him, they gave him a peace inside and made him feel like he was needed. His bees were most important and he did not need her to go out there and get some of them killed, out of stupidity. No! Was the answer again.  But this time,  Iola was not giving up. She wanted to go with him, she wanted to make sure she was not around for just his pleasures and something was going to come out of this relationship.  And in order for her to ensure herself of this was to get him to take her to his bees.

Oh please please please . . .I will not wash or brush my teeth and i have no perfume on and i will be quiet and stay out of your way . . .Please Cleveland let me come, just this once . . .If you are not happy with me out there i will never ask again.  And if you take me i will stay out of your way and go pick wild flowers. PLEASE.  [ I  have to stop for today as my computer is telling me my draft is not being save].  I need a little time. Sorry.