honea byrne

RE: This is what folks are saying:  "Definitely crazy. To make a statement that once he opened the can of Planchette Energy a ghost came out of the can and grew to bring out the fog to engulf an entire town." "Narcissistic-he controls the weather now." "Sounds like a helluuhhhHigh. No pun intended. I can't wait to go out and buy a case of Planchette Energy. It is legal too." "Well if 'Holmes was struck in the center of his forehead that means that his frontal lobe was damaged-it effected his judgement. That's why he says all those outlandish things. It is destructive 'To Enable His Madness.' Not only to him-but anyone who would be foolish enough to give any of his works credibility."   After 3 dots→ Interviewee:  Next I will tell you how I acquired my knowledge of things in this world and other worlds. The Rain was thick. Was "one of those RAINS"   that indented your skin. "Attitude and Outlook on Life Changed,...

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WARNING "The energy drink 'Planchette Energy' has astronomically increased sales after famous musician and author, Honea Byrne, also known as Holmes' interview better known as 'The EnterView.'  However this has caused a growing trend as teens and young adults have been visiting graveyards late at night and early morning and claiming that they are seeing apparitions after consuming Planchette Energy.  Parents, politicians, and many religious organizations are requesting a ban of 'Planchette Energy' and 'The EnterView.'   When a reporter of a world news conglomerate asked Byrne about his thoughts he commented 'Well at least the dead are being remembered; and kids are getting exercise.' In a moment you will be shown footag e from this  specific disturbing part of 'The EnterView.'" "... when I opened that Planchette Energy outside of the secluded cemetery entrance. The sound of opening the can. That breath out of releasing...

 "Gave Up The Ghost?" "Yes. I must give a warning. Don't go through life in a drunken and narcotic state. Dabbling in those sort of things makes anyone in anyplace susceptible to npt of this world possession(s). It is like being forced into the back of a car, like police car,  going someplace you don't wanna go. It is no coincidence in all those suicides and homicides plaguing humanity. All those oracles and soothsayers chewed on leaves to get them high just to get their guard down. They lost their inhibitions. And sometimes from these unseen world entities whispered in their ears with good and unfortunately bad intent.                                                  THE FUTURE IS JUST A SERIES OF CHOICES                                 ...

 I ensured that I was in rhythm with  her heartbeat and the sounds  of the graveyard by hitting the  bass spot on my guitar in between  the shakes of the skull."  "I want to die." "But what does  that really mean?" "But then someone had to interfere with red, white, and blue flashing lights, a siren and an intercom speaker. I was savvy enough to get all the footage on my phone. And as I  quickly dismantled my tripod, and my equipment I found a ring lightly encased in dried mud. 'Okay so you play guitar at a graveyard, but have no intention of hurting yourself or anyone else?' Isn't that what you are going to ask me?" She responded by shrugging and laughing nervously. "Well to be honest," I pause knowing that I'll have them questioning rather I'm in a truth or a lie. Because somewhere in that the legend is born. "the energies of the cemetery channels itself, thus granting me the ability to sound better. I mean who has...

Interviewee:  " I produced what should be found as a hidden track on track 1." Interviewer:  "Oh really. Please Go On..." I'm here with H. The time  zero one five nine hours on the twenty six of the eleventh month of two thousand and twenty five. My name is Liz, this is  for Asylum Rock Magazine. The ENTER view, Interviewee: "Thank you for having me on such short notice. I chose this time so near the closing of this enterview you can view my latest demo of 'Cemetery Rock.' It should end during the witching hour." There was an awkward pause.  "Hello-I guess I should say something to get started. I learned that changing points of view allows me to travel in and out of demensions." I paused, "Or as those working in the psychiatric community would say 'dementia' as in dementional. Regardless, i use emotions that they feel, felt, to travel through space and time. Going places like graveyards when and where some energies are le...

  Epilogue to THE COIN © 2025   Anything and Any Measure to NOT be wrong:                                                                             When he listened to his point of view,  "They are taking over.."  All along the while he thought about the room he taught in was being inside of a rectangle. Inside to escape the Outside-Is the purpose of Education. He had an argument with his girlfriend. Barely made his rent this month. She scorned, "You don't even do anything for me anymore." The day before that he was at the bus stop and telling at kids to get on the bus. They yelled back, "YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" was the mild form of the expression. He returned home-and almost d...

 So he gave in to the advice of his mother and father. 'When All Else Fails right? He sat at the table. Although it was only four square feet, his emotions made the table seem much longer. There always seems to be a lotta pain between where a person is and where he/she wants to be... ...and i really had no idea where i wanted to be. His father's top button of the shirt was unbuttoned, and the tie was removed, "I have been listening to you whine and complain for days now." He paused to let his mother take over, "Your father and I have reached out to your college professor Dr. Ore. Call her." "Yes son. It is time for you to get back on that horse. The ball is in your court." So a month later,  he found himself, "I found myself. Finding out who I really am." Then he was back remembering that day teaching: Hearing his student,  Jakel, do all that street talk in the hallway. Once he came inside of his classroom Jakel's tone changed, “How...

 He remembered being in a line to go into a room to take an aptitude test. He saw a teacher walk up to another teacher and pretend to whisper, "Not him." Therefor, he was taken out of the line. Then he heard his peers mocking him, "Sped kid. He's special."  Took him ten years to get his Bachelors degree in Special Education. He remembered, "So you were taught by Doctor Ore." "Yes Sir," he answered the principal. And that was enough to get him hired. One day he had kids copying multiplication tables on long papers. Just like he did in those sped classes.  "What are you doing? You should be reading them the school handbook!" His superviser seemingly ambushed him. HIs students began to laugh. His superviser told the students, "Shut UP!"  Then there was, "Okay so everybody," He had on his best thrift store bought suit. "Everybody stand up." And the two principals doing "their routine evaluation" l...

 "Look at Detroit . Look even in Jackson, Mississippi or the Mississippi Delta . Everything they touch turns bad. All across the Nation we moved on..." The boy continued, "Some of us were casts out of The White Land," he thought to himself. "You have to come to our side. There's a reason why 'white rhymes with right." He remembered the job interviews. He was a new college graduate . He remembered the repeated courses he had to take. Two of the instructors waited till after the second day of class, "We need to talk." He remembered how compassionate his teachers and job interview superiors tried to sound.  There must be some kind of book out there that had a step by step process of how to get rid of the "those who don't meet the standard." He remembered he argued with the instructor, "Who are you to say I can't," type of sentiment. The instructor then everso politely out other pre-test pretested papers from the ...

 Maybe he needed to be preached to, "They've ruined our economy..." He could imagine someone saying ,"Well you wanted to be black so much. Now you get your chance." In 1988, twenty years after The Civil Rights Movement, white upper middle, and upper white class neighborhoods around the US, parents were horrified that their children were listening to Gangsta Rap. Were the descendants, or the ancestors of the Watts California riots getting revenge?? Revenge demonstrated by white kids talking street talk to their parents after listening to Gangsta Rap?  He remembered an awkward ride to junior high school in his father's pristine black mercedes. His father had to think that he was going to save him, "Son, what is this cassette I found in your bedroom? Kool Moe Dee 'Rise and Shine'?"   He tried in vain for the next five minutes to explain to his father about Rap in two categories: positive rap and gangsta rap. And the destined to be prodigal son...

 He gets to the school parking lot about ten minutes before the bell rings.  "Something smells," Ms. Haggard says loudly as she raises her nose. That was her lead to a conversation with her click. He strolls passed the bathroom and saw her out of his peripheral pointing in his direction. Then he smells the weed. He sees the principal, a student, and one of the school's security guards come out of there. He turns around and quickly observes Haggard and her click. "Have a good day," Haggard says smiling. He turns back around and hears one of them say purposefully loud, "He always smells bad.  Once he is in the room he quickly places a worksheet on his student's desk. Then he stares at the finger by his middle finger salute, "my wedding finger." All along that while remembering that student who was cursing at him. He had the student go out of the room. Followed the student, then he slammed the door behind them so hard that it broke his finger. Ev...

 Anything and Any Measure to NOT be wrong:                                                                                               When he listened to his point of view, "They are taking over.." All along the while he thought about the room he taught in was being inside of a rectangle. Inside to escape the Outside-Is the purpose of Education. He had an argument with his girlfriend. Barely made his rent this month. She scorned, "You don't even do anything for me anymore." The day before that he was at the bus stop and telling at kids to get on the bus. They yelled back, "YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" was the mild form of the expression. He returned home-and almost dosed off until he heard a gunshot fr...