SpELLING INfinity

SpELLING INfinity

SpELLING INfinity
(666) (the powers that belong to satan) (the manufacturers) (mammom) anyone or someone decided we all have this marvelous web of intergnet it seems to be infinity but we will sell it to you four gigabytes is all you can have for a monthly Princely SIR charge its more like rent on your phone you see you begin to see who is in charge your phone the battery will only last four hours you must soon get a new one phone and or battery but you will never own anything you will ever possess with money it is mine says the devil of time the limits of a finite mind plus cost and earnings times the number of recipients and no you will not have unlimited use of anything no one can do me twenty four seven but perhaps some Queens and Transvestights in the living Quarters plugged into each other in sight of one another an idiot went to the free computor use desk he told the librarian he had two pin numbers and neither one of them was working now OH Boy you could have heard the pin number drop the power chord will chime do you have windows where you live home computor use is up they love me in the bed they look for ways to keep awake and stay online instead of snoring on the bedpost and chewing crackers under pillows lost in the wilderness other people are rude they insist on bothering others when there is simply no reason they are lazy they wont look around for a good place to be alone they think a person online wishes for company halt when the signal drops off for two hours it is painfully aware and hurts the lagg monster rules and no one plays games or completes work until the web itself decides to work a holistic image of a dragging senior is in line to be beheaded hope its eye step aside to let the fagg walk bye with phone attache his hand waving before him like some EgYptian Giddy he did not talk he saves it for his message return to sender he would have steppe on me like some primordial bugg while he searches his redial for the new messages he is the epitome of rude the very child of satan carrying the eternal flame of hell the 666 before him SpELLING INfinity

three

three

three

one is the beginning of time was the garden of eden adam and his eve they cleaned the place of vegetation they swept the planet clean

two is the middle earth

pollution is the key to a deviles kingdom the earth is almost null and void the use of this place is given to the noise of the creation of the consumable goods the price of using trees for books and the aweful certainty that GOD himself must be getting angry at the overuse of the plastic trash on the earth today is made of mice and men leaving trash

three is the title of this piece of bargain basement laminated in the newly painted bird cages of the mostly rich and famous aces reading is the key to writing poetry

one two three one two three one two three still makes sense to me

three

antitheory

antitheory

antitheory
a penny for your thoughts
money rules this world the people think of nothing less they spill the beans must come from solyant green and brown the very idea that a man could come from being homeless to a millionaire or even a small business in the industry when eye feel eye will never work for pay the students coming out of school get all the smart jobs seem to be gone the way of misery is mine no job no check no prop under my feet is only the sidewalk now eye lay in poverty my homeless shelter edges of a roof iff no one sees me furtively edging into spaces meant for stepping past the sticks and stones omg no one should live this way at all but why eye feel the need to work so hard when all eye need to do is hide my bones beneath the cold cold soil and stop the day to day struggle of existance. Let me tell you it is this certain struggle for food and dry clothing that makes a man what he is it gives me strength that money cannot buy for me the life that eye have chosen seems so harsh until you think of poverty of rich the loss of love the loss of life that comes from worshipping a lessor god just numbers in a book they equal power for some people just add more to swollen bank accountants adding ledgers to existing dollars charging more for services already over extended. Today my heart is full of ewe and friend's who love me too my feet are dry my belly full of food my clothing adequate for a mild winter the first for me in several years of snow pushing the limits of my luck each day brings to me my own crazy satisfaction dropping some names to illustrate my happiness do you think e e cummings his works brought to the public in the form of new york plays do you think it made him happy to be homeless his work his poems his style of keeping rustic crude religion showing in his writings from his golden heart his poetry ruling him in love worth more then many ducats of gold the silver dross when asked to preform on television Jack Kerouac grabbed his tome and read from his book what he had written there in poetry do you not see yet how homeless he once was and yet the poem was his everything to be. Stop feeling sorry for this homeless poet and start reading more of what eye have there written in the vast crinkles of the paper of the web while eye can get online to make this POEM this POET is undone still happy just to thrive alive outside the dead poetry of love one ounce of poem words outweigh all the gold of time

Ruby Red Slippers

Ruby Red Slippers

Ruby Red Slippers
Thoughts of the Yellow Brick Road
CharlaX
the house was spinning spinning like a whirling house
it looked like a farm house with old wooden slats painted whitewash
it fell from the sky the tornado let it go and it fell and it fell from the sky onto the yellow brick roadside
it landed on the bad witch not the bad witch it was her cousin from the emerald city it was the bad witches cousin and she wore those Red Ruby Slippers
Dorothy woke up
she saw the slippers those read ruby slippers she saw them disappear off the witches feet and then she looked down at her feet and there there there were the ruby slippers on her feet on Dorothy's feet
and then the Good Witch Glenna or Glenda ? came from the sky on her Fairy Wings and she asked Dorothy where had she come from and she said from the Sky. Then she said Kansas where is Aunt Em and then she pointed at the house and the witch under the house and her feet pulled up funny sort of curling up and then she just disappeared. The witch not Dorothy. ANd the Good Witch warned her about the Bad Witch would send those Stupid flying monkeys oh my god. ANd the Scare Crow Man oh no oh my god. And when she grew up and stopped smoking Mary Jane Cigarettes she wept. ANd when she Wept eye cried. And TOTO oh my god TOTO and the Happy ending did eye forget the Wizard of Oz ? and now you see it now you see the whole story in my eye perspectively.

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by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, October 26, 2011 at 10:09am


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This is apparently written. This is seemingly a submission. It might have won a price. It is supposed to be first place. It could have would have should have taken the poll position in the race. It smells like a lime burger cheese. The shoulder of the ham. The aftermath of the sneeze. A broken pipeline leaves no nose alone and this is sewing fishing line to rods reels. Yes, Rod is reeling at this is news to him. They took the negroes off the boat from Plymouth Rock they unloaded them at ParisMontebank and sold only a few of the ones who had not eaten from the scurvy for the powder in the bisquit sacks was only wormy. They dismanteled the Atomic Bomb the one they kept from World War Three the Cold one it was under wraps at Amarillo Proving ground they kept the core interim for a while. The recycled remains to be seen. Eye wept for the slave not the slaver was rich not the poor beggar who lived from the trip he was docile a non entity a good worker worth any price. They seldom lived until they died. Eye deserve my broken tooth for eye was white once upon a time. A small thin suffering part of Jesus in my mouth how lucky it seems now that Saint Anthony has chosen me to die in the Streets of San Antonio alive and hurt no one to come to help me but the unseen GOD. Sleep and dream of love.


Sleep and Dream of Love

HOBOS

HOBOS.docx

Homeless on bed on Street
There is too many addicts and users and drinkers too many crack users addicted too many winoes for one small downtown area the Bus Line brings them to you they walk from alleys and trash bins to clog the arteries of this city they beg for money and free cigarettes whilst pantomiming for all the other things they seek the crack for the pipes in the basement is locked the office will not see them all they need money the 666 is scrawled on all the important self grandiose citizens eye saw walk in clean clothing but they need money or a smoke or a drink or a crack rock or a crack stone like SHEEN iff they pay more they get a better buzz those rocks make a noise when they hit the pipe it goes CRACK eye guess that’s where they got the namme. Like wineo from wine and alcoholic from any old thing they drink a lot of it and some of them still stink even after the free wash from the terrible storm they are trying to sleep at the Church is calling them Cops downtown they are evicting them from every doorway and back alleyway now. Sure it bothers me sometimes eye get too many of them around me further out near the freeway and then its hard to sleep with so many of them crazy homeless all around me eye only wish the City would be more tolerant of the elder older men who do not smoke or crack or drink we need our doorway and our sleep we need more places in the storm to be. Just challenged for the space to live but keep the drunks away it might be a good idea for SAPD to carry lots of those breathalyzer things that tell them iff the person has been drinking make them blow the thing and take them with you to the Jail iff they fail the test let them sleep in the holding tank four hours is the limit for a drunk it might stop some of them from being downtown.

Bigot

Bigot
BIGOT
Photo bucket REMOVED this PICTURE
it was a Klansman in Robe
arms uplifted
in front of a
BURNING CROSS
There is a reason we do not let the colored vote here down south. They would win the election hands down. Let me explain this biased white thinking. You get the colored vote box. Lock them in the basement. Then we get the boxes we rigged up counting all the dead people in all the little cemetery's all around the town. James Brown and Jonny Dolittle and Tommy Thompson Gun and little Jinny Dickens. Polite Society WHITE names. NO black names here like Doctored Dree. We putt Malcom Powder in our white soap dishes then THE X on the ballot. The Jacksonion institution is boarded up the plantation x is closed. It is almost Halloween we all dress like Ghosts in big white sheets with hoods and lidded lifeless eyes. Possession is nine tenths of the law and eye got mine. We burn crosses on black lawns after five oclock we run from black to house and black once more we fill the town with fun and vote for white indangered folk we vote from nine to five. We prime the ballot box with water from the tap then soak them until dawn no one can read the colored votes they been there wet too long. We fill our ballots up with homemade votes all white and ready to be counted slick backed hair in buzz cuts and chew in all our glasses lipstick on the collar and thumbprints on the tumbler giving states evidence for late opinions just go behind the curtain and cast your white votes. You will come away with the certain feeling that now you are a Bigot.

Tribute 1 11 2011

TEN YEARS LATER

***salute***

11 1 2011 August 31, 2011
Tributetoo911 Adam Mayblum Who was that masked man he walked away without a word expected his horse silver in the sun his friend and Indian companion was so lost without him Tonto and his gunn. He was trapped on the eighty seventh floor. This is not his story it has been done this is only the tribute poem. He had to leave his friend behind to start with a tiny piece of his heart was gone. Mayblum said The very moment the first plane was hijacked, democracy won. I may be the first to say this he had the idea of helping others before he started down and that is why he is a great American. This story is too emotional CharlaX is undone I am near tears reading his email message there is not much left to say except salute. Whatever is still green in me salutes you Adam Mayblum. I love the way you tried to help them. Understand this android would have loved you even iff you only saved your own neck but now I love you sight unseen because you first loved them your friends even your few enemies you may have had to leave some all behind because of circumstances come is what makes a hero out of just a Brave American. That is all. Tributetoo911 Adam Mayblum.
By: Charles Robert Hice

HappyHuntingGround OR Afterlife

HappyHuntingGround OR Afterlife
by Charles Robert Hice on Tuesday, August 30, 2011 at 1:54pm

HappyHuntingGround.docx

HappyHuntingGround

Happy hunting ground OR Afterlife

In the brevity of time we face.

There will of course be no hunting signs in heaven the lion with the lamb both of them eating SLABS OF BACON forget it not going to happen sort of thing do you see the reason NOTHING IN MY HOLY MOUNTAIN shall cause hurt or pain is written in the Bible is full of it now there will be no stinking drinking the wine is new the wheat is on the table the fish falling from the water falling from the waterfall for view each fish in heaven eating just the sort of grasses rushes made for fish to do they seem to like the roots where CANNIBAL'S hide and they swallow goldfish NO it will not ever happen this could have been written by Doctor Stranglove.

IN the Afterlife there will be people living forever the concept not something we who still live on Earth can understand. Eye have said this before in different places and different ways you will not be wandering around looking for people to talk too heaven does not work this way there is not going to be endless coffee klatches there no meeting of the minds for every person there is Jesus worshiping GOD try to get the concept of GOD and WORSHIP it is 24 seven. No more tears no more sorrow. Not your nickel there not your idea not your concept someone elses domain. no corner beer stores in heaven no beer mart drive ons no drunks careening out of control on my freeway is only a dusty unused road eye will stare down it once for ten thousand years this is the idea of heaven for me and no one will come on my road to hurt me again and no one will break me no more did you hear this homeless roar Afterlife.

Not your nickel there not your idea not your concept someone elses domain.

9mmFunn

9mmFUNN

9mmFUNN
Eye walk a long way out to sleep in an unsafe place the plan is to be quiet on the way so nerves will let me rest when home it takes me over three hours just to make the trip the sidewalk is no funn most of the business is closed the ones which are there pandering to rich tourists or poor enclaves of local ghetto dwellers there. some burger joints a few fancy restaurants the most peculiar peccadillo is the motels behind the locked fences the rooms boarded up no hole untouched no way inside even iff someone left the sidewalk and scaled the fence they could never get into the room at all there is a Pinkerton Guard they live on the premises inside there personal cars not sure where they even enter the property from they come they go they guard the worthless property eye suppose to keep the homeless out. Eye was pushing the shopping cart eye stopped on the sidewalk just resting my sore foot some then BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG the boy in the car lifted the pistol with the clip to make sure eye seen this. There is only one reason for there to be only FIVE bullits the police still do this for safety. Eye was already thirsty but suddenly my mouth got very dry. Every bullit missed me. OR they must be blanks. Some old men die of heart attacks. They must have been trying to scare me. It is just as bad as bullits bouncing on the tarmac would have been more deadly. But eye got very little sleep last nite after the shooting spree at me was it worth the child's laughter. The person who did this is probably surprised eye did not fall down and die. Eye am assuming this is what they were after.

PayPerView

PayPerView

Pin money is usually about a thousand they give it to the drunks they pin inside the vest then forget they even got it so used to milching drinks the bartender brings them out of habit someone else is paying tabs. My mind is hurting by the remembering of the money she wanted lots of things a rented room the pool (they kicked her out of the pool) its not in season they said its not in use for guests she went there anyway climbing over the rail only coming out when they threatened to take away the room. She went out for food not bringing anything back for me NOT worth one dollar to me is what she told me. I sat in my chair with my 40 ounce beer and it was not the first one or the last. So now eye had a focus WHERE did you get the food when she said SUbway off eye went there quick they gave me the small seven inch medium one meat for two dollars eye took it back to the room they dont even make a one dollar sandwitch anymore then we made love banging the headboard into the wall like a Charles Bukowski poem. Eye was very depressed not likeing her much because she thought eye was not worth food. You have to leave at Eleven eye told her forlornsomely when the Pay runs out for the day is over now. She got in the shower eye asked her what will she do without me JUST GO she said she is trying to get the bed bugs out of her hair. Eye left not even the memory of the sex inside of me a mind devoid of thinking of pleasure eye began another homeless day of PayPerView.

ProdigalCharlaX ProdigalCharlaX

ProdigalCharlaX

ProdigalCharlaX
Jesus is not mad he could not be him and be mad.
Went to the edge of the fire pit. Tried to climb in. He reached down his wing and blew me to a cloud and made me climb into a friend. Relics of sin. Reasons to win. Butternut facaded cafe false front hibiscus queens preen in front of the day time crowd the women howl at night they fight like cats to get the one they want. The one they want is never me. Eye drop down to the ground and leave whats left of love. Homeless love is self pity. No one likes the loser what a pity. Seems she left him at the alter. She wants him to burn and falter. Iff eye could leave the earth before the next sunrise it would be my benifited. Yet my friend would be sad inside where she keeps me and so eye strive to attack another day only this time inside my friends hideaway. She only wants platonic love.

Tatto

Tatto

Tatto
spring
most people get the Heart with Mother on it somethings never get better the skin is damaged when they do this they knoe it sometimes they freak out then try to reverse it iff it gets infected its good bye the whole enchiladas. eye opted out. no tats. some people get completely covered in them like the Illustrated Man. Most people now get them like design Jewelery anklets or bracelets or little butt er flys with wings upon there sighs. SOme of the Marines like to move the muscles like the cartoon to get the girls to swoon moving cheeks to cheeks to show the moon the thing or two. Like de Judge eye tend to be ignominious when it comes to the knives or the swords on the arms or the legs eye just ignore the person showing me those tats is iff they got one in the hand. Some people putt the Cross on every where they like it to be seen is iff it makes them be religiousness. But the best Tatto is the one in the Jesus freak song made with the Typical Tatto Green on the big fat belly of the Jesus Freak.

April

April one.odt

April one
foolishly
advances
this is copy from facebook notes
charlax Poetry
April one foolishly advances
by Charles Robert Hice on Friday, April 1, 2011 at 10:01am
April one
foolishly
advances
if not for her own husband, who is constantly on the road attempting
to sell more units for his boss, who blames his money-focused approach
to life on his shabby upbringing by his father, who often lost jobs
(and even a finger once in a car factory) while daydreaming about
becoming a great writer like his favorite poet, who chose composing
stanzas over spreadsheets and as a result found himself often worried
late into the evenings about how he would manage to pay his rent
while realizing he had absolutely no one left to blame save himself.
late at night when i should be asleep
excerpted from Robert Brewers poem
ed.note.ed

CharlaX Poetry
Five Lines of Freedom
In the eye of the Clergy your husband will not save himself but wind up keeping you from going inn to Glory but shortly you will see the truth again
In the Laymens terms selling items for the living is not work but feeding frenzy needs the job the husband will be home to sleep to love you more then ever more
IN her own eye she wishes she could give the Father back the finger give the finger to the Father of the Man
From the passing stranger the point is the poem he wishes to write poetry he must be homeless to fulfill his destiny
from no viewpoint
in 100 April years God will stop these fears he will wipe away your tears for YOU my April fools who live inn loving Harmony

Anne McWilliams version

instead details swim, paddling back from the brink
of ruin, bearing down hard on middle age
life's wrong turns have brought me to my knees
eternal questions cannot be taught
all i have is a voice, what you have heard is true
choices can take everything away
not even born as promised, a premature life
knows there is misery enough in this world
no one exists alone
fair warnings long outgrown, i shut the door
to turn energies towards a file drawer, spring cleaning
no sacrifice seems trivial
time always finds the hole
a silent appeal confronts years left
stands at the foot of my bed each morning
ready to start over

ed.note.ed
the end of poems in America
Aprils Fools

First IMpressions (kill)

HI Heather
kill
kill

for thirty five minutes eye seemed to be in the twilight zone doing five minutes worth of posting feeling oppressed of the devil hurting in trouble fighting for control my laptop over heating the industrial block is in FireFox now the window dropped down when eye tried to tweet the 666 in full control of eye sent the tweet to the government the whole thing seems to be the set up entrapment to the yuppies squares they will put them into the round holes eye feel like eye been wrestling with the devil he is winning on the question of Divinity why be divided on this question is this Devil or God there is no reason to be Atheist why go the negative when you could live forever. Do you see just why its good to just believe just Imagine this Mister Atheist suppose you were right eye will be there right beside you in your night forever asleep with you no more problems now. But just suppose we both get up Me yelling Jesus you crying NO this is not happening. Bound with ropes from Angels trembling hands then lowered into the Lake of Fire with Brimestone then. YOu not eye. Eye believed. Just in case it happens to be covered with his Blood. Eye place my Faith above your ignorance of God. See you there someday. lost in thought the ending of this poem is escaping me. why knot love is such the hard reality. kill

yesterdeys news

ewe wrote this of eye.odt

This is the last poem of eye.
The aged hippie will have his bride
but Eye will have my ewe-wife bird do
fly and cops decide who will sleep in
peace and who will move The TOOTH is in
decay and bayer can handle the pain
Mye Violet is the purple sun in me

I just realized your poems are like
ghazals, like love poems from the 14
century or something?
This must be she thinks this of eye ???
Mixing concrete forms do not make the heart of an Eye
Eye mix sand and gravel, men do not make the streets
Boss cracks the whip and me and the EWE are off for more concrete Love will cure the hardened mass of my heart, bad people try to kick my ass The heart of one who cares so far away will save the day while Jesus wills and cupcakes for desert Eye think of you in my bed of woe and bad people try
to make me move but above it all I will endure for my Pookie
(3hehhhhh
eye wrote three lines in this eye rhymes with eye.

BVlog

BVlog

OK this is not poem. This is not poem this is note file it under missing reports. Elen of Israel eye miss you eye still love you like the GF eye wish you could bee. The ewe still does not use my Gmail she tells me the provider will not open it now. NO its not the computor its the new Internet provider company they got the new antenna but the Gmail still wont work. Its frustrating to me now. The computor eye got Dell laptop is slowing the signal is not worse its even better since it is hacked but the intergnet itself is getting slower every Day. Here is the joke. The Webpage dialogue verbiage is up its running. Do you see it running. Hurry go run go catch it get after it now. LOZLXc this is Charlax the Norm signing off. The ewe is never here the GF is too busy now things is back to normal now.

elenmylove

elenmylove.odt
My Love

My skin glows like the skin of elen,who blossoms sex as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your musical voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great robin wing.
I am comforted by your thoughts that I carry into the twilight of lightbeams and hold next to my arms.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears with my kiss.
As my love falls from under my glasses, it reminds me of your love for eye.
In the quiet, I listen for the last softly spoken word from you of the day.
My heated thoughts leaps to my suit. I wait in the moonlight for your secret face so that we may join as one, hair to hair, in search of the magnificent greengrey eye and mystical love of love.

SLide

SLide

SLip slew slough slaughter slink tow first for the water
splosh splosh splunk slide to the end of the ladder
pie crust slim to none inside Ball one
Ball two the swing n then the miss.
slide one slide too
the picture is of ewe
her country tis of three
slide into my tarmac supersonic mitt
putt your cleats into his leg
its what my daddy told me
he just wanted to knoe iff
im not scared of the second baseman
just because he is tall that's all
he is Way bigger then me
so eye looked real hard in his face
WHO Are YOU?
eye screamed to him
where is my Father?
then eye went to slide into the second baseman's leg
cause you knoe you got to go todo what daddy says
then when eye got there eye plunged into the bag
he tagged me out
it was so unreal
eye was there but they could not see
the umpire called me out
it went insane inside of me
baseball sucks free

ONION

ONION

Security did preempted check of the grounds asking about my homeless bundle of rags the tarp only holds some clothes with shoes the bed the sleeping bag is visible with clues but still they rolled it over to see iff something was hidden there. Eye liked the lieberry workers for telling them it belongs to me the Man will come get charge of his things please they told them do not even worry about it. Eye took the bag inside this crucible where eye do these computor things the study room is Small they did NOT follow me inside leading me to believe its not nothing personal they would have not stopped just checking stuffins. They were only doing there JOB. I do not think anyone even called them on me it was spontaneous combustion random system checking. Sleeping good with warm sleeping bag tonight eye sigh inside my crucible is available to the public on the first come first serve basis no student priority here. Eye will only leave when closing time arrears its ugly Nine P.M. in time to go to Zimmerman. Out is midnight then. Eye do this everyday when they are open it helps me cope with being homeless gives me shelter from the street. This is charlax The New Mexico Onion. To the ewe eye got Jesus Cross in the middle of my screen your picture is on the desktop. Love is clean. Onions stink.

SNOWSHELTERED

SNOWSHELTERED

Inn with Duggies
There is now leastwise 50 n0r 60 ed.note.ed on the last Day of the snow shelter eye inside Noon Day mission counted 200 people there ed.note.ed in this one room the preachers feed them give out Snacks after plates of meat with soup coffee sodas donated but the Church next door is lighted without offices only there for construction purposes. Boarded upp doors locks on the Gates no one gets saved in the Baptiste church place. They even segregated the sexes women went upstairs men with other homeless men the orgy god forbid. Lots of sordid creatures the fight was over quickly the instigator then shoved outside into the freezing cold he hit hard the hard iron railing then on the tarmac there he slept the night until the ambulance comes. To get the drunk they went from the front parking lot to the rear of the building without opening them front doors. Then they found the bottle under the ganger inside the building one third left in the fifth two thirds gone. Vodka. The fluid wasted in my opinion he did not need it he completes the idiots. He went in the Ambulance with them to the hospital eye really hope now for this University to keep open so eye will be inside for the days now. My thrill for shelter is gone. The cold outside now mhy home.

WarehouseJob The Foreman

WarehouseJob The Foreman
by Charles Robert Hice on Tuesday, January 25, 2011 at 5:30pm

WarehouseJob

The Foreman worked the forklift he let the boy drive when no one is in the Warehouse from the office. One Day he stole some boxes got caught got fired he went home drunk too much got dead got buried. He worked dem seven long years in the Warehouse Job what good is dem years now hes got no home no wife no life. Better to be in the Brier patch even in the winter soltice then in the warehouse office drunk then gone. The workers knew the boss he is the redneck he does not like them Harlem workers so they snitched him. He carried home the Bacon not one box but one whole case the boss catched him just outside the door explain it no sir there is no item here but one dozen more. You might be allowed one item free but not the box is full of 12 days worth of meat. Caught him there ham handed he did get fired on DAT spot him gone he left to never return the new person in the warehouse is from Harlem. They still work for less wages of them legal kind of bucks. He told me once before he died he thought the queer of eye. When they did bury him enter the grave inter the ground eye got the phone call from his wife the sound of sweet soft revenge when she sort of snorted you seemed so nice when you visited our house she told me eye don't think you were the guilty one the one who gave him poison. NO eye replied eye did not visit much. Then eye just sort of lost my will to work when eye got hurt losing more then pieces of my foot eye lost the reason to keep working eye lost the will to get the wife to do the family burden. He left his wife to belly upp into the afterlife uncertain. She thought him poisoned eye think he just drank too darn many bad whiskey cups then left her there for his final curtain. Where did it help him to have religion or keep his wisdom tuned to such the fever pitch the end of him is now inside the ditch the whole process of death just makes me sick. Now eyem working for religion for the world is judging me not guilty of the reason of insanity. Remembering my poor black Jesus.

sixt6sixt6sixt6

sixt6sixt6sixt6

end of the world is coming soon to the town or the city ne'er you look up into the sky does it look like its cracking like the egg dropp did you knoe you will place the pin into the egg just to make the pin hole on the end you can suck the egg out of the shell it works eye did it two one oh too well where is the stuff inside the egg eye patted my belly for eyyem eye good kidd. flatulence is only funny to the fritter look Martha did he relay tell you this it seems like he must off meant someone else or something else eye downloaded the new free AVG virus protection it gives us the Toolbar here is what happened to eye guess the Shock Wave Player would not work with the new programme cause this morning eye could not get YOU TUBE to work. Here is my solution. Here is what eye did to get you tube to work again. First eye UNinstlled the Shock Wave player. When eye checked it out the old version is still there. SO eye went there to get control. Eye reinstalled the OLD VERSION picking NOrth AMerica this time the United States for destination. This time it worked but eye did remove the Virus Tool Bar not the programme is still working. SO not still sure just what the problem wAZ exactly now. THIS VERSION WORKS. This is the bottom line. Eye kept my virus programme which already saved my laptop from the Trojan HOrsey. There is only one virus in the folder but BOYO its the DOOZEY. It is no longer threat to eye think it is the problem of this University for it hit the boy inside. He told me with tears in eye. His not me. SO eye told him get the new AVG for 2011. Next year so what just screw the Morons. Mayans. Whomever sends out them Trojan's. Hidden in the games we all like to downloaded. Wait someone is coming eyem still looking for the ending to this poem. LOL

New Years 2011

New Years 2011

the weother has been nasty for two days suddenly got better no snow no Rain no bitter fingers freezing off the Fan on the laptop did not mournfully try to spin it seems the Farmer in the dell will ride the mouse again high ho the derry oh there is one magic word iff there is still one magic word it must be Jesus. Secrets given will be kept. eye clutch the fingers to my chest under mhy shirt much like Bonaparte to warm them upp to get more words onto this Page for minions of mhy Lord to see themselves the ugly then the blest the mousers of my heart will rest when Reading me they chafe they everone of them agree he must be writing this one about me. Le Gato you must knoe who you are. MOn Cherie you must be there by now. Sister Gracie this ones for you. My Darling lover do you see yourself you do. Mhy heart is twisting into the wings of the dragonfly the petals of the violet the hummingbird proboscis's is mhy nose. The blessing of the GOD of Israel is upon mhy house. He sees the bed when eye do not he sees mhy heart of love. Mention me to him when you tell him of your many loves. The whispered secret magic word of Charity the dove wings to thrones above. But most of all just keep me in your heart of love. This message became this one of hope. One single eye replaced both the ones eye bought. Blogger here eye come.