Lest I forget a HUGE Thank You to Korea and your Kdramas
And give the Stars a bit of space
Let them look like me
Scruffy
Occasionally
And Stop all this SUICIDE
Give everybody a hug
and pray for them
Never push them over the edge
Vote Love, Vote Life
and say a Rosary for all of them
and Me Too
and Governments
HELP people have Families
TAX CREDITS loads and loads of THEM
and avert a Population crash
If I had a Korean wife I'd have 4 kids
Mathew Mark Luke and John
I am a writer after all
I can hear all the ladies run for the door
I have 2 daughters already
so 4 sons would equal my dad's amount
I know what you are thinking
so read this instead
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Johnny No Friends by michaelgcasey
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Johnny No Friends ©
By Michael Casey
Peter had no friends, in fact he now was a stay at home person. Though everybody used to call him John or Johnny, because he was always in the toilet, rushing to it in fact. They even moved his desk to the corridor outside the toilet as a prank, so he thanked them and stayed there for 3 years. He did have relationships, but only with delivery drivers who dumped stuff by his desk. So he was a Concierge without actually being a concierge. But he was happy enough because he was near the toilet, he could dump like an Elephant, and smell just as bad. Bad diet and a touch of CKD does that to you.
As the years rolled by he knew more and more about the delivery drivers, as he had a giant thermos on his desk ready to dispense a warming drink. So by the end of the 3rd year he had more Christmas cards than the entire office, but luckily he was a dab hand with a Prit stick so he dabbed them and stuck them to the walls. It looked better than Santa’s Grotto or any church. Everybody took photos and a photographic magazine even awarded a prize. Johnny and his Cards the caption read in the magazine, with Johnny’s email below. Though nobody knew his name was Peter in reality.
Then Johhny’s bladder got so bad, he’d have to wear nappies or have a funnel and a tube from his desk to the toilet. So, Johnny spent his last penny and had to leave. The company were generous, he could have sued the arse off them for the 3 years in the corridor, the company secretary said, who was a bit leaky himself, so obviously he was on Peter’s side. So Johnny got a nice pension, and a framed digital photo of the Christmas Santa’s Grotto, and a very nice tablet which was waterproof so he could use it in the toilet, just as Trump does.
So now Johnny had no friends, but he still had his tablet, well several, as the doctors kept on trying this and that in an attempt to fix him, so he had bottles of tablets, as well as the digital tablet. Johnny got used to his new life, and he had friends on the Internet too, while he continued dashing to the loo. One day out of the blue he had an email from LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com
He was going to delete it in anger, but decided to answer. Lindy Loo was her real name, she was American in Kansas were the mail servers were, and she did have two red shoes which she clicked and she did like ballet too. Out spilled everything, she’d seen the Santa photo in a photographic magazine while she was at the dentists having her teeth fixed.
So Johnny No Friends had found one true friend, which is all you need, and yes she loved the Beatles too, she played them constantly on her Amazon Prime subscription. Now email is a lovely thing, it is a letter that can be read over and over again, you can print them off too and put them in a scrap book too. After a few months, Peter and she called him Peter too, it was so much better than being called Johnny, because he used always to be in the John, so Peter asked for a photo. So LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com sent him a photo, she was tall and big, with horrid teeth and the stereo typical black glasses that Koreans, or American born Koreans wear. But she did have hair to kill for. So obviously Peter fell in love with her instantaneously. Because he knew the real her, and she knew the knew him, so the feeling was mutual.
Though LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com had lied, because she’d been hurt before, so sent a picture of her best friend from next door. So the friendship continued, and LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com decided she wanted to come and visit Peter in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, so a quaintly named place after all. So Peter said he knew somebody he ran an AirB&B so he could get her discount, it was the bloke next door. Peter had wondered why he was always carrying large supplies of toilet paper, and did he have some disorder? But his neighbour laughed and said it was for his apartments. So Peter helped let in all the supplies when delivery drivers came, so he was offered discount if ever, if ever he needed an apartment. So that was that, and this was now.
LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com said that was great, as she licked her dinner plate, that was her one bad habit, licking her plate like Oliver Twist, as she read his email on her iPhone12. They’d know each other for 18 months now all told, and so they weren’t being bold. She’d fly in from Kansas and land at Birmingham BHX, and Peter would be there to greet her, old Michael the taxi driver would be ready and he’d drive steady. Now when LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com arrived Michael was in for a surprize, for the girl that landed was not like the photo, in fact how could she be. It was her best friend from next door, the Kansas girl was no witch, though she did wear red shoes. Michael drove her to the apartment where Peter was waiting, he told Michael he must have picked up the wrong girl, but it was the right girl, the perfectly right girl. You see Lindy Loo looked like a Kpop star, but prettier if that is even possible. Peter was shocked but she knew everything about him, and asked was he disappointed, and she’d leave immediately if he felt she’s abused his friendship. You see she felt it best to see if he wanted her for who she really was, and in emails he saw her as she really was. Apart from the photo deception, you see a girl has to know that she’s wanted for herself, not just her looks.
Peter replied, it’s an ill wind that blows no good, and farted before dashing to the toilet. You see Lindy Loo’s dad was a Proctologist, so why should nature get in the way of friendship. She enjoyed a month visiting Old Forge and Singing Anvil, she also revealed she was actually a dentist. Peter felt ten feet tall, and Lindy Loo just knew, she’d break her broom, she’s never go back to Kansas. Besides her dad had worked out how to fix Peter, as he knew he’d be joining the Korean American family. A Break Wind family, was born, Lindy Loo always loved England, and now part of it in the shape of Peter would be all her very own. And yes they had four daughters and formed a Kpop band, you see Love is like the wind it knows no boundaries, and the Kpop band was called The Saint Patricks because that was the day they finally met.
THis is my Life almost for I have CkD too all I need is to meet a Korean Dentist
Johnny No Friends ©
By Michael Casey
Peter had no friends, in fact he now was a stay at home person. Though everybody used to call him John or Johnny, because he was always in the toilet, rushing to it in fact. They even moved his desk to the corridor outside the toilet as a prank, so he thanked them and stayed there for 3 years. He did have relationships, but only with delivery drivers who dumped stuff by his desk. So he was a Concierge without actually being a concierge. But he was happy enough because he was near the toilet, he could dump like an Elephant, and smell just as bad. Bad diet and a touch of CKD does that to you.
As the years rolled by he knew more and more about the delivery drivers, as he had a giant thermos on his desk ready to dispense a warming drink. So by the end of the 3rd year he had more Christmas cards than the entire office, but luckily he was a dab hand with a Prit stick so he dabbed them and stuck them to the walls. It looked better than Santa’s Grotto or any church. Everybody took photos and a photographic magazine even awarded a prize. Johnny and his Cards the caption read in the magazine, with Johnny’s email below. Though nobody knew his name was Peter in reality.
Then Johhny’s bladder got so bad, he’d have to wear nappies or have a funnel and a tube from his desk to the toilet. So, Johnny spent his last penny and had to leave. The company were generous, he could have sued the arse off them for the 3 years in the corridor, the company secretary said, who was a bit leaky himself, so obviously he was on Peter’s side. So Johnny got a nice pension, and a framed digital photo of the Christmas Santa’s Grotto, and a very nice tablet which was waterproof so he could use it in the toilet, just as Trump does.
So now Johnny had no friends, but he still had his tablet, well several, as the doctors kept on trying this and that in an attempt to fix him, so he had bottles of tablets, as well as the digital tablet. Johnny got used to his new life, and he had friends on the Internet too, while he continued dashing to the loo. One day out of the blue he had an email from LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com
He was going to delete it in anger, but decided to answer. Lindy Loo was her real name, she was American in Kansas were the mail servers were, and she did have two red shoes which she clicked and she did like ballet too. Out spilled everything, she’d seen the Santa photo in a photographic magazine while she was at the dentists having her teeth fixed.
So Johnny No Friends had found one true friend, which is all you need, and yes she loved the Beatles too, she played them constantly on her Amazon Prime subscription. Now email is a lovely thing, it is a letter that can be read over and over again, you can print them off too and put them in a scrap book too. After a few months, Peter and she called him Peter too, it was so much better than being called Johnny, because he used always to be in the John, so Peter asked for a photo. So LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com sent him a photo, she was tall and big, with horrid teeth and the stereo typical black glasses that Koreans, or American born Koreans wear. But she did have hair to kill for. So obviously Peter fell in love with her instantaneously. Because he knew the real her, and she knew the knew him, so the feeling was mutual.
Though LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com had lied, because she’d been hurt before, so sent a picture of her best friend from next door. So the friendship continued, and LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com decided she wanted to come and visit Peter in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, so a quaintly named place after all. So Peter said he knew somebody he ran an AirB&B so he could get her discount, it was the bloke next door. Peter had wondered why he was always carrying large supplies of toilet paper, and did he have some disorder? But his neighbour laughed and said it was for his apartments. So Peter helped let in all the supplies when delivery drivers came, so he was offered discount if ever, if ever he needed an apartment. So that was that, and this was now.
LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com said that was great, as she licked her dinner plate, that was her one bad habit, licking her plate like Oliver Twist, as she read his email on her iPhone12. They’d know each other for 18 months now all told, and so they weren’t being bold. She’d fly in from Kansas and land at Birmingham BHX, and Peter would be there to greet her, old Michael the taxi driver would be ready and he’d drive steady. Now when LindyLoo555@gmailpooh.com arrived Michael was in for a surprize, for the girl that landed was not like the photo, in fact how could she be. It was her best friend from next door, the Kansas girl was no witch, though she did wear red shoes. Michael drove her to the apartment where Peter was waiting, he told Michael he must have picked up the wrong girl, but it was the right girl, the perfectly right girl. You see Lindy Loo looked like a Kpop star, but prettier if that is even possible. Peter was shocked but she knew everything about him, and asked was he disappointed, and she’d leave immediately if he felt she’s abused his friendship. You see she felt it best to see if he wanted her for who she really was, and in emails he saw her as she really was. Apart from the photo deception, you see a girl has to know that she’s wanted for herself, not just her looks.
Peter replied, it’s an ill wind that blows no good, and farted before dashing to the toilet. You see Lindy Loo’s dad was a Proctologist, so why should nature get in the way of friendship. She enjoyed a month visiting Old Forge and Singing Anvil, she also revealed she was actually a dentist. Peter felt ten feet tall, and Lindy Loo just knew, she’d break her broom, she’s never go back to Kansas. Besides her dad had worked out how to fix Peter, as he knew he’d be joining the Korean American family. A Break Wind family, was born, Lindy Loo always loved England, and now part of it in the shape of Peter would be all her very own. And yes they had four daughters and formed a Kpop band, you see Love is like the wind it knows no boundaries, and the Kpop band was called The Saint Patricks because that was the day they finally met.
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Korean Translation of My Soul Is
by Michael Casey
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으로
마이클 케이시
내 영혼은 많은 것
내 영혼은 비어 있고 사랑이 부족해
내 영혼은 표류하며 항구를 찾아
내 영혼은 공허함과 슬픔을 울리게한다
내 영혼은 빈 약속으로 길을 잃었다
내 영혼은 방향이없고 표류와 흔들림
내 영혼은 아무데도 없어 세상 끝날 무렵에
내 영혼은 어둠 속에, 그림자 속에
내 영혼은 방향없이 표류 캐스팅
내 영혼은 저주받을지도 몰라
그리고 나는 오랫동안 죽은 엄마를 기억합니다
무슨 말을하는지 모르더라도 계속기도하십시오
내 영혼은 아주 작은 목소리를 듣습니다
내 영혼은 아주 작은 빛을 본다
내 영혼은 작은 작은 바람을 느낀다
내 영혼은 어디에서나 온기를 잡아
내 영혼은 더 좋은쪽으로 이끌려
내 영혼이 더 강해지기 시작합니다
내 영혼 내 기분이 좋아진다
내 영혼은 방향을 찾습니다
내 영혼이 윙윙 거리는 새처럼 윙윙 거리기 시작해
내 영혼은 더 이상 황혼에 없습니다
내 영혼은 빛으로 움직인다
내 영혼은 노래와 미소
내 영혼은 무료입니다
내 영혼은 더 이상 부담을 느끼지 않습니다
내 영혼은 춤과 같다
내 영혼은 들판에서 노래하고 춤추고
내 영혼은 더 이상 수축되거나 제한되지 않습니다
My Soul은 그물없이 자유롭게 움직이는 곡예사
내 영혼은 이중 무료입니다
내 영혼 내 영혼은 다시 희망의 일부입니다
내 영혼 내 영혼은 다시 사랑의 일부
내 영혼 내 영혼은 은혜로 가득
계속 기도해, 천사들은 항상 거기있어
모든 것을 잃었다 고 생각하더라도
내 영혼은 하나의 영혼의 일부입니다
당신의 영혼을 하나님 인 모자이크에 다시 넣으십시오
비록 우리는 독신이지만 여전히 하나의 일부입니다
nae yeonghon-eun ©
eulo
maikeul keisi
nae yeonghon-eun manh-eun geos
nae yeonghon-eun bieo issgo salang-i bujoghae
nae yeonghon-eun pyolyuhamyeo hang-guleul chaj-a
nae yeonghon-eun gongheohamgwa seulpeum-eul ulligehanda
nae yeonghon-eun bin yagsog-eulo gil-eul ilh-eossda
nae yeonghon-eun banghyang-ieobsgo pyolyuwa heundeullim
nae yeonghon-eun amudedo eobs-eo sesang kkeutnal mulyeob-e
nae yeonghon-eun eodum sog-e, geulimja sog-e
nae yeonghon-eun banghyang-eobs-i pyolyu kaeseuting
nae yeonghon-eun jeojubad-euljido molla
geuligo naneun olaesdong-an jug-eun eommaleul gieoghabnida
museun mal-eulhaneunji moleudeolado gyesoggidohasibsio
nae yeonghon-eun aju jag-eun mogsolileul deudseubnida
nae yeonghon-eun aju jag-eun bich-eul bonda
nae yeonghon-eun jag-eun jag-eun balam-eul neukkinda
nae yeonghon-eun eodieseona ongileul jab-a
nae yeonghon-eun deo joh-eunjjog-eulo ikkeullyeo
nae yeonghon-i deo ganghaejigi sijaghabnida
nae yeonghon nae gibun-i joh-ajinda
nae yeonghon-eun banghyang-eul chajseubnida
nae yeonghon-i wing-wing geolineun saecheoleom wing-wing geoligi sijaghae
nae yeonghon-eun deo isang hwanghon-e eobs-seubnida
nae yeonghon-eun bich-eulo umjig-inda
nae yeonghon-eun nolaewa miso
nae yeonghon-eun mulyoibnida
nae yeonghon-eun deo isang budam-eul neukkiji anhseubnida
nae yeonghon-eun chumgwa gatda
nae yeonghon-eun deulpan-eseo nolaehago chumchugo
nae yeonghon-eun deo isang suchugdoegeona jehandoeji anhseubnida
My Soul-eun geumul-eobs-i jayulobge umjig-ineun gog-yesa
nae yeonghon-eun ijung mulyoibnida
nae yeonghon nae yeonghon-eun dasi huimang-ui ilbu-ibnida
nae yeonghon nae yeonghon-eun dasi salang-ui ilbu
nae yeonghon nae yeonghon-eun eunhyelo gadeug
gyesog gidohae, cheonsadeul-eun hangsang geogiiss-eo
modeun geos-eul ilh-eossda go saeng-gaghadeolado
nae yeonghon-eun hanaui yeonghon-ui ilbu-ibnida
dangsin-ui yeonghon-eul hananim in mojaikeue dasi neoh-eusibsio
bilog ulineun dogsin-ijiman yeojeonhi hanaui ilbu-ibnida
My Soul Is ©
By Michael Casey
My Soul is many things
My Soul is empty, lacking in Love
My Soul is drifting, looking for a harbour
My Soul is rocked by emptiness, and echoing sadness
My Soul is led astray by empty promises
My Soul is rudderless, drifting and rocking
My Soul is nowhere, about to fall off the end of the world
My Soul is in the dark, in the shadows
My Soul is cast adrift, without direction
My Soul is maybe damned
Then I remember my long dead mother
Just keep on praying, even if you don’t know what you are saying
My Soul hears a tiny tiny voice
My Soul sees a tiny tiny light
My Soul feels a tiny tiny breeze
My Soul catches a warmth coming from nowhere
My Soul is drawn towards something better
My Soul begins to beat stronger
My Soul my mood lifts
My Soul finds a direction
My Soul begins to hum like a humming bird
My Soul is no longer in the twilight any more
My Soul moves into the light
My Soul sings and smiles
My Soul is free
My Soul feels no more burdens
My Soul is like a dance, moving forward
My Soul is singing and dancing in a field
My Soul is no longer constricted or restricted
My Soul is an acrobat freewheeling without a net
My Soul is doubly free
My Soul My Soul is part of Hope again
My Soul My Soul is part of Love again
My Soul My Soul is full of Grace
So keep on praying, the Angels are always there
Even if you think all is Lost
My Soul is part of One Soul
Put your Soul back into the Mosaic that is God
For though we are Single we are still part of One
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