A fooled toad,

as toad does, an dosen’t…

 

Wanders, throughout the alleys of the fair-view area of the city…  Digging in dumpsters, looking for lost treasures forgotten dreams and garbage!  i mean who put garbage in the dumpster? i find myself doing the same thing over an over, day after day, week upon week, year after year, time and time again…

 

Life simple, simple life…

 

chris jensen


A fooled toad!

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A ship of dreams..

 

The earned gift from a drug addict. whom believed in his own fantasies…  Laugh at, spit on and pissed on, continued forward looking for a hope to move human life into their proper place within space an time…

 

A struggle just to stay sane, an solid to his destiny an dreams…

 

Spent most of his time alone, trying to bring factual proof, to those supernatural an alien question…  Whom believed in things that nobody thought to real…

 

Now spend most of his time, putting together computers, just so he could document his life’s adventures, all while taking please in the use of his drug addictions..

 

Now sadly finds himself, still much alone, now everybody believes that they should all take part, in what a drug addict, has earned bragging rights too…

 

i’m not sorry when i see people walking by or pushing there problems at him as if they have known him all his struggling life…

 

So for those, whom this drug addict doesn’t even know their name, you have no right to what i have earned for family an myself…

 

To some close friends, i will do my best to help, please, i mean please don’t take a advantage over what i have given my life too..

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chris jensen

A tale of a thousand dreams

Part four…

Life continues for a struggling addict, living in the alleys of Vancouver British Columbia, Canada..

Strange advents be happening regarding my financial situation, unsure yet somehow believe that there is a greater control, now this is all good!  However i fear life’s change,

won’t anybody, whom has been labeled crazy, stuck in a fantasy..

All i’ve ever really wanted is to be me, an to have a family, which would help me understand whom i am?  i feeling a strong belief, that there maybe great changes, an there are those whom, fear the changes would change me within a degree, that i would lose the desire to work on the same puzzles with which i have struggle within my life’s journeys..

i would honestly admit, i would get sidetrack, simply because that’s my nature, nonetheless, believe that i could easily be refocused as easily as i’ve become sidetrack..  Probably an every great worry would that i would lose the ability to solve problems in the same way..  Funny do they really know what, it takes for me to come up with a solution, even i have no idea when the answers come..  Sometime throughout a drug induced nightmare, or in the days afterwards, running across one person, whom i’ve never ever seen, says one word, with which the answers is created..  The answer could come by a kind look, from a passing stranger…

i know my attitude is something less to desire, most time unbearable if not downright rude,

that’s me..

i would like to be the kind sweet guy, however it will take a lot of work more on my part, a willingness to change, which up the topic about those whom fear change would be so great those puzzle would take a back seat..

Possible for a brief moment, however that is whom i am, puzzles seem to be a part of mylife..

It’s the answers when they do come, which fill my heart…

Far as a city Vancouver British Columbia, Canada is where i was born, shall always be home..  ifinn the accept whom i am, would be not my choice..

It would be all up to the city, now i not say that i would please all, even fifty percent, would be a loving bonus..

Normality is what i would like, nonetheless is not possible until i give a gift, which i must be very careful on these thoughts, i may look lifetimes for the right soul, an never find them, stating i will not let go, given to me for a reason, i believe he would say follow your heart, be patient the answer will come, when least expect it..

Tis a loving dream, that’s the gift, not the power of magick…

Halloween

Every year around this time a store open, just for that one spooky night, of Hallow-eve, for those that would like to pick-up costumes for the little one’s of the family…

 

You know, to get in the Halloween spirit!

 

Well once again it is that time of the year…

 

Then the store will close the doors until next year..

 

 

toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad


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by

donating!

Dear Father,

It has just been over four years since you have moved on..  ifinn you don’t know, it is your son talking to you..  i’ve not been in the house since Pat got back from the you boat cruise, she had decided that i shouldn’t live there anymore, not really giving any reasons..  It’s all good dad…

 

Funny dad, everytime i see a piece of wood thrown away in the dumpsters, i often think of how you had mastered the art of creating out of wood…

 

It was always like magick, see you build something, with such easy, trying your damndest to teach me the art..  i still can’t cut a straight line in a piece of wood…

 

i don’t see much of my sisters anymore since we do have those big christmas dinners an birthday parties..

 

To be quite honest i don’t talk or hear from any of the family, including my uncles your brothers…

 

Sadly i must say that i’ve not been up too..  Where they have place your broken down body to rest…  You know to place some flower, so that they would dry up an die…  i will try my damndest in getting there before the summer is out?

 

i been down to the big church downtown, an light a candle for grandma, your mother, even though it is a conflict of interest to the way i think about god…

 

Sadly dad, i’m still on the street, however you would be happy to know that i’m doing a lot less drugs…  May days not even using any for periods of days…

 

Well dad, there is not much more i would like to say, only the fact that we’d fight most of the time i do miss you!

Mother Family-2

Grandma, mother two sisters an myself

Your son,
toad (christopher raymond jensen) thisoldtoad

Ps;

Raymond Christopher Jensen (Obituary)

A live in maid taking Over;

i was in the old neighourhood Dad, all is quiet it is a sad day when a live in maid takes over a home where one has lived ninety-nine percent of his life…

 

Spent a lot of christmas, with family…

 

Has untold haunting stories, within that time with two loving sisters…

 

Don’t mean to bitch Dad, however you’re probably rolling in your grave…  Oops the dead piece of flesh probably has rotted by now…

 

Wonderful view we have out of the back of the house, you bought a win Dad!  Hope you have waken after you died…

Your son christopher raymond jensen


In these image i’ve

learned to ride a bike, ski

an play tennis court hockey all,

while going to my first school..

That’s the same view

from every back window of family home,

the house is not in any of the images

Early flowers (Note to Father)

Sorry Dad,

 

 

i’ve not talked to you in sometime, things are as always, still the same in my life..  Still on the street, however doing less drugs!  This may please you a little, i really hate to say anything about this but for the first time i’ve tried my best to keep money in the bank, by now i would have spent my whole cheque with nothing left over, until next cheque date.. Continue reading “Early flowers (Note to Father)”