Man in the Moon

Man in the Moon Man in the Moon

October 2, 2014 at 10:58am

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like children again happy like larks in the glen

Man in the Moon

Man in the Moon
you think you are a witch on a broom and eye am a grumpy old man on the moon but you keep turning shades at night is this the ghost the one that is right it must be the Spirit is tight on the flesh you in the brain from all the refrain of the Music we sang all the old songs and danced in our hearts like children again happy like larks in the glen not you but honey not honey but sugar the white refined ogre is kind of a beast he is so sweet but then loses his mind from the pain refrain play the song over lift the bed cover walk undercover of the moon passing over the dream of the man in the Moon is it you is it me or all three of the ghosts who are me one in the night one in the day and one in the flight of the dream
Man in the Moon

Solyant Green STew

Solyant Green STew

July 30, 2014 at 7:39pm

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Mark is a money making man Mark Two is the killer he is the one with the gun in hand Mark Three is the Marching Band Leader he plays the fearless leaper he prances past the stand to the Pavilion

Solyant Green STew
white cracker saltines the ones with no taste and the four large squares with the dotted lines you are supposed to break them there they never come clean
the soup is mostly water with mystery meat today how many of the men are missing around me two more gone
the bread a leavened in heaven
it needs more salt it needs more salt
the factory thrumbones on money
dollars is the misery of god
cents is crumbs that fall on the floor of the conveyor belt
what is left of time what is left of time
the Holocaust came and went the people numbered Jews for rent
the people were numbered they were used in the cracker meal and soup
feed today and live today tommorrow you will feed them all the left over people sang songs in the audio auditorium a symposium of people eating people to be found in partial plates in soup relates to cracker meals
all wrong the memory is gone no one sang any songs they hid in fear of the death that comes from Nazies once in charge of Armies how many Guards killed seven million people only Three the devils trinity Mark is a money making man Mark Two is the killer he is the one with the gun in hand Mark Three is the Marching Band Leader he plays the fearless leaper he prances past the stand to the Pavilion who will ever feel sorry for the likes of you we are lumps resembling food we are yeasty beasts pressed into service for the King in our religion is only Mark the 666 the SOlyant Green STew

2 the dove

Charles Robert Hice

3 hours ago · Edited

2 the dove
2 the dove
startrek
signature edition
worlds in collision
pps 73
Uhura was furious
this has been a startrek moment
what they did was continue the original series in a new paperback book penning more science fiction the above line is made up in the book and used here for emphasis is mine sayeth charlax
the dove did look furious it rained today a short thunderstorm shower my weather page said a chance of rain and it really dumped
the dove perched on eye level
she preened her feathers and did so so emphatically it moved me
eye stared and other eye stared
she cleaned her feathers on her breast and then her tail making sure over and over she was dry
she was furious at the wet between her eyes
this has been a charlax poetry poem in a hurry in a little flurry
just because it is my short day Sunday
2 the dove — in Tallahassee, FL.

73

73TitleThemes73

73TitleThemes73

NeverNeverLaLaLand

Think of this one as filler chinking holes in time to make this day last longer than eternity. Central focus is the never. SO many people said to me Never will a woman run for President. So many people said this also A Black Man will never be President. Gas will never go OVER $4.oo a gallon in Europe mabe but NEVER in this country. Yew cannot live with your house on your back like a turtle you will never make it. You will never amount to anything. You can never live on love. You will never be a writer. You will never be a poet. You will never be published. You will never stop drinking. You will never stop smoking. You will Never make it past the age of 14 years. You will never have the love of Jesus in your heart. You will not never live so long as to grow up. "A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, cone a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly." Heinlein, Robert A Robot diapers the cat invades the kitchen hogs the meat ships boxes empty builds designs awry writes prose no poetry accounts deletes walls destroys breaks bones of others kills the owners orders the kids orders the house acts uncooperative never alone equates additions efficiently dies and gallantly analyzes its faults. HienLien, CharlaX. As long as Never comes the poor will remain always with you. CharlaXJesus. Eye have an invisible Alien Crafted Space Ship made with computer age technology. Eye am a poet and eye am a writer and eye am 53 years. Eye have witnessed the fall of enemies the death of loved ones. Eye have suffered at the hands of criminals eye am hurt in my body and eye must forgive them for eye am convinced that they all live in la la land. Drunk and on drugs and hiding from the law of punishment. When the Jesus and all his Saints and all His Holy Angels come screaming from the Sky than will eye fight my enemies than and call it Judgement Day come for everyone that says Jesus is a small part of GOD. Eye look onto a dark glass and reflect not the temporary nation with the flag but the Heaven of Zion belonging GOD who sees with every eye threw stone. He will repay thee enemies’ mine see to it that you trouble me no further just find a way to leave me alone or prepare to face the GOD alone your He Man friends who smoke and drink with you will not help you against the living GOD. Be aware that it’s your fault whatever happens from the Lord. Just now a man tried to shake hands with me and eye refused so as he was leaving he reached out his hand to slap my on the shoulder what? eye ask you was that some bizarre queer ritual designed to fray mye frazzled nerves? It was almost too much for the mee eye became very angry and told him to leave me alone. He has bothered me before but he was a different one. The face changes but remains the same old Devil the ruler of the la la land the Drunk. Punk. Bunk. Junk. Sunk. Skunk. Eye talk to other men all day and Never beat them up.

Sensoreshippe

Sensoreshippe
Sensoreshippe
Send en masse out to hunt
when the idiots keep filltering the intergnet
all the elephont
one day the screen will be blank the screen filled with a lie
every creature dead and gone
on the screen is the number of the deviles namme
piles of bones and piles of meat
666 in flaming red letters
what will the future eat
you will have no other options press the button worship the creature
other people solyant green
Personally eye think porn is better
for nothing is a sin of itself it is only a perception of the person that makes a sin to be a sin
It makes me think and decide for myself
your sin is not mine it is not a sin to me
how naughty or nice am eye
it is a sin only to your selfish person
Sensoreshippe — in Tallahassee, FL.

666 governmeant

666 governmeant

666 governmeant

chew lead in pencils

no chewing gum aloud in the bus station

no porn in the lieberry is filtered

teach your children to fight

teach them to kill

teach them right

you make me sick in my dreams at night

666 governmeant

SIn or else

SIn or else

Charles Robert Hice changed his cover photo.

about an hour ago · Edited

SIn or else
SIn or else
there is a reason for everything let me begin to explain the way things are to a world of soft people enslaved to the money they still use and crave how many people give things away not even at yard sales they still putt a price on those things the burger king ad with the scantily clad bombo is a no no this infuriated me the whole country should tell them no we do not want sex involved in family restaurants the facebook allowing pictures of beheadings eye will only say this IFF eye were a Serial Killer eye would target only facebook employees leaving those work badges tied to those heads as a warning to the killers roman of you dead this is a subliminal warning message to the facebook robot back off the censoring must stop you two faced allowing whatever to the inn croud while the poor free people are not allowed to play jamming with new friends where do you live inside today you can be certain killers will find you out they will take the heat and beat you down you cannot rule the intergnet you fool it is not made just for you but others of a better kind of people come along and rule some people do not like sex with sports it is supposed to be for there children growing upp the good things we try to do get stuck while the sin we err with keeps coming out the end MARTHA dont read this poem MARTHA
SIn or else
CharlaX — in Pensacola, FL.

Dead Poet Pull

Dead Poet Pull

August 27, 2013 at 9:59am

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Dead Poet Pull
Dead Poet Pull
go into a bar on open mike night
they open the trench coats and flash the crowd gos  wild and roars for rear ended poetry night
this infatuation for the macabre is beyond the eye do not resort to sex to deliver poems to a crowd
yet eye write and do it most sporadically now you see it now you hunt for charlax is dead his poems might live on
a collection in a book online old web pages they could not find some of the poems will be left behind no edit coming no further words needed the poet gone into time
life is passed me bye
nothing much is given to a dreamer but religion and suffering at night
eye pull no punches eye pull no money out of a hat full of trickery
baddassshower poetry belongs to the trenchcoat poets not to eye
eye am too poor to bathe lave or slave
pull the taffy daffy duck the tossed salad good luck
liniment for horses pull the wagons pull upp the lane and dismount
cowboys and angel dust pull for the ground
words of comfort do not come from the trenches
pull the rabbit out of the pouch 

some other thinking not mine

some other thinking not mine

July 25, 2013 at 11:13am

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the mention of the men who have no money all the poor poor men please who who not the hooty owl again doh ray me la teeh doh teeh doh hooty owl hooty owl teeh doh

some other thinking not mine

some other thinking not mine
sure they mean well they tell
they hoist the boom and bring it down on you
explaining to you just what you have to do
as iff the gospel is given unto men in paychecks
the  20 dollar bill is lord and master now to them
wear the gun invisible on your belt hide the bullits  from the gun stock they make welts upon your sacrilege form the lines pay the penalty of time
bark your orders from the grave no one listens to your grace whiskey laced sermon now you see them now you do not see them shine on harvest moon of time is coming time is nigh near the starting near the ending of the time
judge me quickly judge me not guilty not thet eye did never sin but the sin must be forgiven men  who  who died and gave us the keys find the lord of all religion please do not call me the hooty owl again Roman Legions beck and call master of them all  is money rolled money counted money paid and money kept from the destruction of the mention of the men who have no money all the poor poor men please who who not the hooty owl again doh ray me la teeh doh teeh doh hooty owl hooty owl teeh doh money not mine thinking some other

WhoWill

WhoWill 
WhoWill 


Who will read mye poetry will there be a lieberry in the future of mankind where people turn the books like dimes spent in the slot will they find CharlaX in the melting pot of crucible so many more deserving people write the Asimov and the Heinlein will always be the ones the children want. Perhaps unheeded the book of CharlaX Prose sits on the very last row and gathers dust and moss. Will the last lieberrian perhaps just read the covers one last time and pause. Take down the CharlaX book with trembling hands long used to reading love. And he will never read another book because he fell in love with poem prose and the way this man writes things from his heart he started a reading journey that will not soon depart from start. What is the end of time but novels in our hands the sky shoots clouds across the day turns into night the flashlights come out and still we would not part with book for death. Depending on what is it about not the length for eye have read some very long books because eye was interested and life itself took second place the bed forgotton eye must keep reading Father Mother dear eye am going camping to sleep in mye bookreading again. Perhaps the lieberrian will find all the charlax poems so interesting he will make a light at nite perhaps a General Store left open in the holocost with a flashlight and several thousand batteries on hand after all he has the time. He handles each page with alacrity of age fingers start at the edges and stop and start in a paroday of confused moments meant to halt the passing of time and enjoying some one elses writtings oh to be able to write like this how does this man pen these odes of wisdom. Then one day the book of CharlaXProse falls from withered hands as the man goes gently to his GOD and life is gone. He sleeps like all the rest of them the bombs have come but for several days perhaps weeks a few months of time perhaps years had come and gone the death of falling bombs have missed the old liberrian. Long enought for him to find a reason to read and light the night. Read all the poems Who Will.

Jealous eye see

Jealous eye see

by Charles Robert Hice on Saturday, October 6, 2012 at 2:35pm ·


Jealous eye see

people are intent on protocol indelicate area is the worm turning into the lover

she must not see this

he must not read this

and yet they do the intricate

how this must hurt the Jealous eye see

why is it ok with another more well endowed then eye

he has more money or he is also married to another person

why is the normal way of life

as long as he gets his at home

is it because eye am homeless you cannot love me

an unwashed linenless house guest on your wall your lovely wall

your inbox filled with kisses that suddenly must stop

because you do not need them at all

but he still needs them he still needs it all

why do recall a bad triangle

when a rectangle is what you always do

the other wife too

because the need is mine

poor Jealous eye see

is it only me or is it you as well as them

eye rest in agony

Jealous eye see

a foursome only me

facebook friend poetry composite

facebook poetry friend composite

rejection is not new for me intent on honorable completion of my task is simply to be friends why do you see it any other way poor lass the idea the concept is not new if someone is not friends they simply block you or they change permissions to make sure they dont include you on the wall watch facebook fall a persone wishes to be a friend the man wishes to be her good friend it finally happens to them both they get just what they need a friend still works for self what about my own more selfish interests in my nest is feathers plucked your namme is there among them most people realize they have a lot of friends they do not think you notice them they add pictures they make comments not connected to your want they make the green eye jealousy to bark upon the wall but stop and send a message to the inbox or the chat box and they come make everything all right again the pain is gone the friend is now the freind again let me try to explain this using flavors you get used to vanilla the vanilla bean is nice then someone hands you some chocolate on ice you balk at this new friend she does not want to be your wife and so you miss a step vanillas not so nice so now you have a new girl she is coming around to wanting you to be yourself you mix the vanilla with the chocolate swirls and now she is your Irish flavored girl it changes your perceptions it makes the nuances all the differance let me tell mhy lass for this she asked where is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow it broke in half you have one end of the rainbow while eye hold onto the other the pot of gold is only you my facebook poetry friend composite

money god

money god

a faith filled charlax 666 poetry poem

the oft repaeted theme of the pine float OAR sail sail sail on the water cup

when asked to go to the counter to make my order

eye balked

eye stood resolute then back

eye am ordering only water

then we will get you the short cup shorty

it is then eye got disgusted

then she said eye will get someone to make you leave here

and then eye heard the other woman say

eye will not give to you the Tall water cup today

it made me very unhappy especially when the natty tall man with the tie who is also homeless walked in and back out with the tall glass of free water they had no trouble serving Conan the tied barbarian a Baboon gets a tall drink of water in Texas short people get small glasses the only thing that eye even asked for eye meant the reason eye was there was for my WIFI signal but the free A T & T does not like me and so the few minutes online is almost not worth the hassle from the working girls who dissed me eye do not live in the yuppie world of seven dollar latte and so this upset me the single cup of water eye tossed into the grass then carefully picked up all the plastic twice and tossed it away into the dumpster on the way to Burger King who has decided to afford me the Senior Coffee at the discount price. Two bad they do not have WIFI. They said they used to have it there but had to turn it off it was drawing customers. My friend has told me of McDonalds he thinks they may not remember the outside incident of loitering perhaps eye could even purchase space a booth for wifi use again. He thinks the staffing crew has changed. A poor poet not worth a Tall hoot not worth the tall water glass of plastic ice not worth the time then why dump on me the short one eye am free not given to the blues. At McDonalds it will cost me at least one 666 to be allowed the use of the electric god they have them plugs right in the booth but coke purchasers are not allowed to stay all day long only about long enought to sign off. Like a poor stray dog charlax is investigating new signal space wherever he might be allowed too Rome. Without money there is not much hope of staying on.

Science Science

Science Science

the artist erased the skyline the eraser was moving across the page when the policeman grabbed the artists arm he froze and tried to keep painting the grass was not finished the yard was still cold not now eye silently screamed inside his mind numb at this horror of the world gone mad the policeman only smiled we have been watching you for several months your activity is anarchist your paintings reveal sedition the artist was only my puppet drawing limbo eye took my hand off of the artists arm eye was the policeman frowning down at the people walking near the park was crowded on the walk eye came up close to see the police had an artist they seemed to be delirious the person behind me walked behind me then paused behind the artist the policeman and the man on the sidewalk froze in place of the artist drew the police away then the crowd walked into the park the artist painted the grass green how eye hated the green grass but the policeman smiled down and let him live one more stinking day time the crowd spit onto the canvas until the painting was in ruins the color of the sky bending into the grass was missing clumps when the artist replaced the easel with the tower coming closer the white yellow shade behind the green of the grass contrasted with the normal blue of the sky frowned down at the city escape the policeman tried to arresst the crowd for spitting on the artists painting they all got out the artist was not doing wrong so the policeman let him off for good behaviour while eye smiled like a junk yard god trying to hide the painting the first painting that had been spit upon by the crowd was ruined the artist erased the skyline

Sunday Earth Day April 22 2012 Intrinsic fortify

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Sunday Earth Day April 22 2012

Intrinsic fortify

Part two

There was no part one

Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater is a company in England located in New York City the President is a Whirly he is always a Whirly while the treasurer is only a Plence. The San Antonio office of the Sanitation Bureau would not talk to us they said they have heard of our silver plater and did  not wish us to make pipelines to there river walk. We decided not to make our services available in Texas there is not much water and it is a waste of our time. The Mexicans wanted us not to get paid they hoard the Gold billions into Bullions and hide them in the Bunions of the many colored shoes they were to the Fiesta is in progress now. Gold means nothing to us we work too hard to every be satisfied with mere Mexican Incan latino Gold. The CharlaX poet is too old to dig with a shovel in the dirt and so we move away from Texas leaving him to write as he is the most famous living dead poet left alive. In the course of rivers lies silver platings left millenniums ago by other civilizations using pipelines made of Gold the Spainyards will dig up San Antonio when we send them our Mapps with the Anchient pipeline outlined down there in Gold it is the least we can do to help you all. Signed Acting as President Luftwaller Von Whirly in dementia send this from the desk of Ardvil Plence the treasurer of Whirlyglomeratialsilverplater company New York Office a division of Zappersunlimited.com in London Ltg. Written on the Dell of CharlaX in San Antonio Texas this was Intrinsic fortify. Sunday Earth Day April 22 2012

April Eleventh

April Eleventh

April Eleventh

Primary (do not talk about politics) secondary (or religion) thirdly is simply this most people will discuss sex with total strangers some people would be embarrassed by this but some people would see it as theraputic even life saving thrilling after all life to them is just cheap tricks

Rude Dude dood this Bus Driver was rude dood rude he took me for a turnip truck rider and he dissed me eally rather rudely dood the did eye say RUDE he was a Mexican with a shiney leather belt cowboyo boots and silver buckel shrapnel would not kill him well he was mean to me he suggested very strongly not to get on his bus is not safe with old white men aboard what bothered him was my smell eye sweat and do not wipe it well the heat is bad in Texas and even when eye dress well eye have odors under my shirts dry slowly in the lieberry as eye shift my gears and cool off way too fast just trying to explain the fact eye missed the first half hour of my ride the bogus facts should not have told me what to do but let me ride how dare you it is not enough to say how dare you not let me ride for being white lots of people do not like me they find a homeless less then tastefully in the event of needing help call 666 instead of 911 ask for a Hippy see iff any are around eye never bought the syndrome of a man has to fight just to live or help someone or do things by himself its just not done iff this were true it would be the old wild west and everyone a slinger on the web ask any preacher iff you keep those ten commandments will it help you to be drunk it sort of nullifes all your efforts to be pure by your own works iff someone could enter in the door of Heaven this way then GOD would not have sent Jesus besides you must knoe that drunk is wrong to do else why go on apologizing for the way you always do. Sorry dahling this was supposed to be about sex but real life has interfered with all my day including poetry in the year 205 there was a movement to ban poetry the only poetry allowed was the washed and richly clad endowment of the colledges fraternities near town the ROman DIocese was frowning on the poor simple rustic poets making poor poems about flowers and this was found This Year is 2012 it was penned by the INcan Diety Nostradomas read this with relish or mustard even greens iff you prefer but eye do not underline or highlight mine this is what the Flower Poem said

Flower Poem

written in ink by Nostradomas

with a Quill penn

O ppeople of the Millienum iff you are reading this you have found my ashes must be urned near this missive is just to warn you all of you the end is near this place will soon be the end of the world is coming do not forget

Flower Poem

205

A rose can be green

the petals blown by the wind

the odor of love then missing

it is still the essence of the building

the power of the stem of the rose

signed Nostradomas

after all is said and done ed.note.ed he was the greatest guesser of them all

Bye CharlaX

April Eleventh

April Two for NPM a prose poem

April Two for NPM

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"HOW, HOWHOWIndianHowa paroday of whoWho are you ?eye am How eye am the Indian HowHow are you ?yeseye am Howyou already said this once How are you Doing.eye am fineeye thought you just told me you are Howjust kiddingJustKidding is my nieceeye am HowWOWyou must be serious nowNOT Now Howoh ok talk laterTalkLater is my Uncle.You have a lot of people in your WigWarm.No not really in my Wig warm is only How.TeePee.Stop laughing now.And How.HowBrownCowOH BrownCow is daughter of HOW."

a prose poem

a rose stinks it smells like the thorn bush surrounding it the petals make perfume they call it attar and they sell it expansively in the stores they have a purple bottle eye purchased one for ewe in secret and she has it my love inside her heart so true this thorn is now her cause she loves me eye am special and one of a kind of a fellow that only she could love me like a lover satisfied the purple prose releases me like wine is called purple passion the grape of time tis of the essence smells like love is the glue is hard to shiff it gets me high on the hog the love is closer to the truth is better then the llie it fools no one is worried now for referances will be added the addition to the ell is longer then the house itself will never fall the freeway will expand contract and kill them all the drivers all the passengers take off the runaway beast is amuck us helter skelter the beatles bark the old cliches may seem atrocious is the amswers to the questors as they drink more sodden wine is the color of the grape on the vine is green is this prose poem in the money for the running water washes clean lucky ewe the end of story

ddouble eentendre

ddouble eentendre

words and phrases for $$$ alectircal referances sobriety of a sober jesus man eye heard the preacher asking iff anyone was sober is anyone saved in this room is anyone gifted from the Lord to share a work work work is what eye heard this preacher preaches money as a jesus saves eye held upp mye hand the only sober person in the drunken congregation then to mye surprise a few drunks took notice n eeding someone to help thembut eye ignored them this call of jesus to believers online is more important to the eye people need me penning more double entendres wiggle those mouse fingers brother becomes a whole new millineum messenger on the intergnet webbed online the laptop overheating at this church of the electrical city whats your handle has a password can you find me on your facebook friend me on your facebook Church of jesus reach out online now the internet cafe drink coffee while the preacher preys for ddouble eentendre

A Tractor Beam

A Tractor Beam

A Tractor Beam
The Sky is Smiling
A tractor beam is an old headlight only one was on the tractor the seat was only just a lumpy bump and they plowed the earth both day and night to plant them taters and lettuces cabbage leaf alone all alone the farmer in the dell worked his bones. The tractor beam in a space craft still defies some small explanations now you saw the thing in Color on some old television showed them red or green or blue they sort of reached out of the screen and grabbed you getting your attention or attracting you. Attractor Beams. They worked on gravity. Or eye suppose we have to say they worked against Gravity pulling large craft away from Orbit and into Hanger where they could be boarded up. Usually a tractor beam could be thwarted by inertia. Or stopped entirely by smart Aliens. A tractor beam pulls large heavy objections out of spaces meant to eat food. A tractor beam causes accidents on the freeway when they rise over those hills billy they shine like war craft now. Attractor beams at girl and she beams back he falls and she retrieves. The tinkle of a bell. The tinkle of a bell sounds like a ding a ling a ling an asian thing a surface to air bell tinkle sound is like unto a tractor beaming loud eye bet you were wondering if eye could pull this off NOPE its stuck like A Tractor Beam

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