LastFMRadioStationONTHEAIR

LastFMRadioStationONTHEAIR

Reddneck Fever, JohnnieBeeGoody, Molly,GoodMolly, and the Ballad OF Johhny Horton 014 FM radio will be right back after this commercial message. "This is D.J. Molecule. I am worried The World War Three End OF the World has come and we are the Last FM Radio Station left playing on the dial up or down. 014 FM is ONTHEAIR. This is not a Joke we are Broadcasting from Loppeared Kansas. We think the Bombs missed us Cause frankly there is no real reason for THEM commie pinkoes to bomb Kansas." OFFTHEAIR aside , "D.J.Molecule is freaking out I have a Blaster walking inn and out of the Radio Station blasting Little Green Chinamen. Its a Laser Beam only I like to pretend its a real Phaser Beam. We are all poor Dirt Farmers here and there is lots of Mexicans working in the fields. They come cheaply from New Mexico in Cattle trucks and Mules bring them to work illegally." ONTHEAIR, "This is D.J.Molecule playing more songs and poetry. While the Musick is playing keep trying to Call out to SOMEOTHER Station We think we may be the LastFMRadioStationONTHEAIR broadcasting at 014 megahurtz WABC radio affiliate." "Newsflash ALL the news thats fit to print. All the Major Cities are burning now we are getting scared of Radiation there is NO Radio Stations playing up or down the dial exception to the rule is 014 FM the VOice of the ENDOFTHEWORLD." "This is D.J.Molecule, again, "When WABC goes off the air you can search AM for news and there you will find no one left alive at this ENDOFTHEWORLD for we the affiliate of WABC 014 FM from Loppeared are the LastFMRadioStationONTHEAIR staytuned "this is D.J.Molecule again." My boss is in the Vault he wont come out They went in there they tried to find an AUdiotape and Located Abscence Of Snow by the famouse CharlaX Poet. ONTHEAIR sign is flashing now our signal is getting weaker "this is D.J.Molecule again." Everyone in the WHOLE WIDE WEB is dead SO we are going to play this AUdio tape of CharlaX The Poet his very own Abscence of Snow after this Commercial Message. Ed.Noted.ED. And of course at THATMOMENTINTIME is when the LastFMRadioStationONTHEAIR produced that fateful WHINE it just went ZILCH and fried and then an audible HISS. Goodbye.

AFatherFeathor

AFatherFeathor

A Father allows his SON to have a Radio. Waveband then comes apart when the boy plays the musick too loud ROck E Roll drum solo guitar riff brass crecendo rhythum and blue sultry tunes. The boy so sex starved hair is growing from his palms he is nearly blind from sneaking peaks at night undercover with a fleshlight a pair of twezzers and a mirror. He nearly always sees his breathe but seldom catches his Reflection in that LOUD FORNICATING musick of Three DOg Night and Foghat. no knobs no knobs no knobs. The knobs came off the Radio he turns them on with a pair of pliers just to piss the old man off. The AM band he tore in half he never wants to be a nerd again. HOT on one said cold on the under. Puberty is messing with his Religious fervor turned up in the wrong Direction he only tunes the Radio Station to FM. A Father Feathor.

TheDoctor

TheDoctor

We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find. The Doctor of Facebook has always got a good line. He is a friend of mine. He always has time to fix a broken heart. Does it really matter what my FORG eats a hamburger or a ice cream??? I bet DOC will knoe its just a mouse click away from being solved today. There is always snacks in his waiting room for me he knoes eye like them corn chips and he gets them buy the cases. He solves the worlds problems one more at a time. He likes the songs of yesteryear the same as you and eye. He knoes all the lyrics to all the bye and bye. Many times He seems to knoe what words mean to a tee or tea. We add them constantly to a longish list of fun. Eye should go on and on but this is done a pome entitled to him GOD bless you Harley McDeeb my facebook Doctor.

TheSavantServant

TheSavantServant

There are people you have seen them in a AD naseum Museum stepping past the boundries driving the Guards Crazy trying to Straighten up the pictures on the Walls pulling rugs straight out in front of doorways and iff you ask them why they say a Public Servant someone might fall twisting foot on rug, how can you even ask that of me its so self evident. Acting on a thought. Driving down a one way street to parellell park but only for a little while. Action on a thought wave patteran. Idiot Savant. We were not unintelligent perhaps most of us were acting on a Genius level IQ normal. More of it was lurking out of control sending us to the North Pole I must have felt that lurid pull I wanted just to go so badly once. I was in the snow sleeping in an IGloo cooler when I convinced myself it could and would be done. Then I read that Peary BOok failed the attempt at Battling certain Death to reach the spot of True Zero North. I was marching in a Dream to that line of Demarcation Zoned defecating there right there leaving a part of Arkansas on that frozen Tundra Mark. Basically that stuff is frozen there in place forever glued no one could be uncertain of the placement of the Northern Pole anymore. People bounding there from Maine stepping past the CharlaX offering and back quickly to the heated Bi polar plane. Yes, they smiled into the camera, HIS pile is here, this is the Northern Boundry of the World. Remarked and left by CharlaX on the INdian Summer Day. It is one of those bigger fish that got away I miss the fact I never did this I am truley sorry now that life got in my way of Certain Death someday. He died marking the North Pole is on my TOmbstone in the Dream the Servant of you all. This has been written on the North Pole : This has to be the most desolate place on Earth no sound no smell nothing living no movement but for that Savant Servant.

Root

Root

Family is thicker than mudd. Grass Rotts green green grass of home is gone. There was Chaos and a storm. A sickness. Time was taken short. Calm now after brief decay. Tender love was visited a kiss on cheek an added say. We will try again you now must understand I have to keep her love onesided but it is there by faith. Printed paper documents entail jail or missing courting still unshure the hurry up is gone the time will come anon an early winter morn. What good was life we can not keep it we can live it incorrectly even when we learn it somewhat differantly we keep on messing up them second chances those changes we keep promising to make will never come until the Root is gone. Iff it were possible to me to become a Pilot of a War machine and I was allowed one shott of flying history with bombs ready to dropp I would spread my wings and fly over my old hometown and level the Courthouse where I did spend a lot of time until there was no need to dropp another bomb on them bricks that house them jails upstairs. Reason fails in the face of fantasy revenges. To watch love die in the form of family people then to go on living is a form of torture to go on expecting Heaven then is some sort of Bizarre religious understanding of the Jesus. I want you all to knoe all my friends and my own lover. Iff there was no chance at Heaven's Jesus there would be no Poet CharlaX, living and surviving in the Snow. Root gone.

LifeFOrce

LifeFOrce

Study the Candle. I cut the wick too make the retard. To stop the wax from consuming too fast in the flame. Study the Candle. Mocking me. The wick is too long again and bent. It turns and bends the flame rises again. The Candle is shorter why won't the Candle burn slower? The whole Candle shifted in the holder looming forward Burning even faster but not yet worth the effort of reaching out and straightening. But to my surprise the wick has burnt the edges off the flame as iff some unseen lifeforce has donated the Candle my bidding. Perhaps never looming large at all over against the wall the shadow is moving now the Candle is working there for me now after all. Study the Candle it burns.