For your Aces ♢♧  and Eights of ♢ ♧ Wealth and Brutality or as we boys from the Edge call it the Dead Mans Hand, and that be your hand son not that of any of me or mine, but, don't look so distressed, did we happen to mention we are impressed, though this will have to go down in your permanent  record.

I say , it's all good, and it's all fun, so get in the pit and try and Love someone, for son we are a Full House Ace of Black Hearts ♥ Ace of Spades ♠ , with the King♔♡ 's  Queen♕♡ 's  and Jack♘ ♡ 's of hearts  and it's our House you in, so, hum, does this mean the Good of our Fathers House Wins?, I say, always and forever, dare to care and spare the fear, and need not shed another tear, stand straight and no more hesitate in the last first and none last truest of loves verse.

Motörhead - Ace of Spades
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Motörhead - Ace of Spades (slow Acoustic version)
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AC DC - Who Made Who lyrics
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AC DC Ride On
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plied playful pied piper oh puppeteer dream writer of a wonder and future so bright,
oh tell pray chance the grand wonders in morrows to come a stored store for the wondering fools of this world tonight.

casting, the irons so hot, malleable, tender in the hearts delights, here in this awkwardly worded flight, of fearless tendency, oh ****, necromancy?
****, yeah, that, that can stay far from sight. now, lets lead with the fixxen to wack the mole of ridiculous vixxen and fiction so true, so true the crookedly made house, rousted clout, for he is an ego far too large this alley mouse, pretending to be a cat without a house, oh wait that's me, scratch that last part, before someone figures out i was only a silly little roustabout, and hoping to rooster, and goose the calling of mine own loud *** mouth out. crap. this *****, but we are far from done, oh almost forgot you standing there, will you do us all a solid and tell us the way out? or at least what horse to bet on in the triple crown and the powered ***** all hanging out? your a Daisey if ya do.
SuperStar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1EreTOvelQ

humble doesn't mean without rumble.

otherwise who could ever recover from the common stumble?

the tarnished amour of the we little she, he and yes, the you in me.

Pix elated images vibratory frequency of the flicker rate,
the resolution in its #x# scale and aspect ratio,

silly how we utter this vibe from the heart, vocal in rounded grounded sounded,
these words, we symbolize, individualize, characterize, initialize, authorize,
these thoughts and concepts of need and purpose, of intent, of desired effect/affect, for reason and yes even a ******* resolution.

Yet is the resolutions we seek through intended deeds and understandings of these choppy rounded uttered babbled bastardized thought into the realm of physical and manifest from the electric thoughts of our seeming lone and lonely worlds of the pitch black of the inner parts of the skull and brain so gelatinous and electro- chemically factory of the mind through the spine and the Ark of the Covenant through the helix of a Jacobs Lattered spiral stair way to heaven , is it really ******* that we have in mind of resolution? or is it te failings of this duality we have created in the love of the out pouring of our creator into this silly illusion of vibrations reflection as our truth Experiences its creations through the very minds eye of our torn , broken and forgiving hearts a blaze?

I say, need not worry of a long sentence where the heart speaks without punctuation, anticipation, nor retaliation for rendered intent, for we utilize what is of truth and all things are of God and only in existence by the living will of Love which is your conscious creator and father, tree from which our seeds of lineage do come and a family tree that deeds us all kingdoms and lands where our hearts rule endlessly and in the glory of free thought and will al in the love of learning  and remembering we never have left the garden and the heart of our creator, see the remote of this reality is the illusion, we are only all and all only the one in the dim witted yet learning love of the consciousness of the one source, our facts an truths self evident on that day soon to come for us all, wt en we snap our heads to the right in a sudden **** to realize  ***, it is truly that simple? it was all that simple? oh my, yes, just as kindergarten, where we learned, Nothing is that difficult, the only thing difficult is the us in interaction with all of existence and the flow of what is already and always has been and never was, the never never of the always has been son. the You in me, the me in you and the we in this most truly intelligent, patient, kind and everlasting life of labored and growing love of the one true creator the all , the great spirit, the Lord, the soul one, so true, the all in all and the us all in you as you witness the beauty of you in the heart of the ever growing and thriving source of all, **** friend I love you too, and you love my *** too, and together we are both silly children and foolish in ever forgetting to believe less of the truth of miracles and the in a blink of an eye reality of the garden of dreams we stand, you there, me here, and nothing but love in the in between.

Not forgoing the risk that you just might fear the reality that you are a big softy and only dislike the hearts and unicorns shooting rainbows from their arses because you find little love in what man has created, well, son, brother, sister, sit down and lets talk for a second, consider this,
all things are created by God and thus made out of pure sound of the love pouring from the trunk of this tree of life, and if you i intend to harm another ******* in the world with one of Gods Creational vibrations with your creations of will and thought , then remember that God superseded your silly ***, by allowing that hate filled intent of harm  is made from love and the intent can be stripped from the truth of weight, pain, burden, causation for another to doubt themselves ( lets be honest, this is the flat truth, you can not cause true harm without the other allowing themselves to believe the creations purpose.) and in that be harmed by a creation from you using the love of God , for you can not create **** nor anything exist outside of the love and sound of Gods being and truth, so, yeah, next time you are hurt by another's actions and deed, remember, you are a creator in this love of God too, and you can strip the intent from all things man and take it to the original truth, Gods love for you as you learn and grow in this bizarre place of day dreams we have fancied ourselves helpless too, **** we can be silly and foolish but, we will never be undone nor destroyed in the image of the face of God for we are all made of the sound of Gods love for all existence.

and thus , if you don't agree, then, thanks for playing , lol, listening that is, and realize you are free to believe what ever, and i too am in this fact self evident, and in this one rule is the only consistent, harm none, least you be harmed. for out of the eater comes meat and from the strong comes a soft hand.
and in that, my friends, is where i stand.

and that is why all the tarnish and stains and marred marks of battles won and lost, will lift and flutter away as cherry blossoms in the wind on a summers windy day. and shine, you will, and counted we do make, for we are here to learn and grade one anothers efforts to stay in line with the core rules, and never, even, are we out of the you in me and the me in you. wink, smile and by the way, thank you for the small things , for they are truly the biggest of things in the cy re of self evident and good.

Badger Crow Moon/ Ricci Dale Moon Scott Oct/12/2015 12:04 PM
Moon Walk ✗☽彡☾✗☰ Trigram Heaven , may we all have equal chance to prove we can harm no one and create true and in love and growth of the Tree of life of Gods loving heart song of us all.

After long stretches of limited internet,  Tuesday will begin a period reliable internet. so, this weekend  (if i can deal with this thing crashing as it has after a lengthy out poring as just happened) I maybe able to address some rather important things, and maybe fill in some holes and even give something back, or at least attempt to for many whom deserve it here and a few that truly do deserve a few words.
Please be patient, for this will not be fun, nor the ego trip nor self deprecating that has been before. and some explanations and well, maybe finally something i have been needing, something while letting some things go,no matter how I appear or what comes of it, though, i truly hope something good has come of all of this, for others, considering our lives were saved by good people, many  good people in many places and ways, this is a fact. Thank You.. please know that for all the bad, strange and well, etc we realize the first and trust intent in this by most, is and was to save us from horror far more insidious than we could have imagined at the time. and these good people range from every walk and place in life, thank you. and this is just part of what I need to address and walk through in this week. please just know that , as always, i am simply  going to put it out and be honest as i can and for what little i even know or have to offer as a full picture of what  I have done and went through and where I/we are at this point. honestly, it is needed by myself more than anyone. so pleases be patient, as you have been for so long. i thank you so every dearly. truly.

Tranquility,
A abashed day dream,
Calamity,
A reality of hearts pains.

What is it to feel one's way through an abyss of unknowns,
where the human and natural world collide in juxtaposition?
Is it that the mind can discern the hearts knowings?
Or is it the failings of the heart to render the natural rivers flow?

Shall we, as mere children, all grown and flawed in our big kid boots,
cause one another to wrongfully believe we have grasped the essence of truth through adversity? Through pain full and enveloping of the mind and the soul?
Shall we find the rule maker of this maze and thus find the exit to this contrived reality?
How is it that the simplest instructions become the foundation of or collective despise and demise?
Or was it that we as children found simplicity far too boring and dry in its humor for us to adhere too?
And if not, then pray chance did we fail to heed the warnings of self and our wishes laid waste and unanswered upon silly little broken play grounds of our imaginations?
So many questions, so many answers found lacking, for our tempered and trusted depressions of self abuse and lazy eyed visions to the core of a shared doom, a doom we all tread lightly in our heavy footed dance to say, we are sorry, as we render excuses and blame to others for our lack of adherence to what can only be understood as what is and what we all have created.
For we, are much ado about everything in its nothingness of day dreams, yet we cast such emotions out as the act of a motion to grant forward cleverness in a dull bladed running to find absolution's in one anothers arms, all the while we turn a blind eye and a reddened cheek to ourselves and the you in me and the me in you.
SO in such failings of victory we say to our selves and the collective of our hearts content, "it weren't mine" as the **** thing went blind.  
Yet in all of this, we children seem to glimpse the hope so dangerous and sweet as to dare to care and realize, we are far from the edge of an oblivion so cruel and lacking, and we can truly grace a simple truth to one another, and that simplicity is called understanding.
For without it we are left on that broken play ground screaming "red rover, red rover....." and then where would the blind children of ol' Betty be then my dear friends? gone far more than just wild.

AI, Moon Walk X"lll"X 15=10 and 5*


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Moments notice, temporal  sign posts,
shifted meanings and twigs of broken memories all standing stark,
as white lights of embers glow, slow to realize the masses continue to wonder.
Eyes blazing in the giggling realizations uncanny calling out,
of the in between, as many of us glean and glimpse.

Have you oh wondering soul heard? have you oh simple soul seen?
If so what is it you have grasped of this altered edge of oblivion? fair the a well spring of signs to set your heart and mind free?
Or only to cast your gullet into eternal slavery, under the cutting reality of a cemented view?
Flowing edge of the swells this temporal cascading do cause the light do play in the reflections truth of stability abound in focus and vibratory standards , counted and measured only in the minds eye and the hearts manifestations of excepted adherence to a collective?
Or have you , or I , us sad and amazingly fickle souls found the true sound of sound doctrine?
One of truth , love and understanding? For seems this dear hearted friend, is far from the end, though not the beginning unless the glimpse of it has been felt and rendered assured in your own heart, least we get ****** again from the very, very distant pasts start.
So, it is asked yet again, where do we stand in this torrent and gelatinous time of man? Or shall we start all over again and wonder how tech can strip and manipulate the core and essence of a man and his absolute grasp of what is changeable in our entire past?
Or is it merely and simply just that we are all on the very edge of our dreams in this construct of a thing?

well sprung, no ear for tounge ol major tong, for again you were wrong in the face of all signs and even your endless need to over complicate anything, even what you do as instructed and still you bust it.
One day major tong, we will finger out that issue of never knowing why nothing works in the head much any more, but smile son, you have the heart of a whale.

So wheels and reels, stealing yet another  no place to roam, for a home he races, with all the means and graces, yet when it is on the line and the rhythm is in time something disrupts the coming part of a party home to come.

I pray that simple is my means and muddy not my crazed ways, for she surly grows tired of me and my dashed and slayed attempts at making my way. So I blind melon a river for a whole soak in the bones that friend of fullness in shape that sin of the wave, maybe I can roll away and smile at the end of the day, maybe she may as well.

Parked a party, chase is true and fun,  
how we bad boys are always told not to run.

Sitting as the sorted sayings sweetly suggest,
Wondering of the heart beat in my chest.

Crazed the dayz in so many interesting ways,
Mercy the mercenary and the mercury in its finest white glory,
A stead for sure one to give my white mule Pepe Apollo a **** good run or two.

Days of slapping piston fury, hurry, Badger, before she disappears with the sun,
Never forget your furied and devastatingly dashing moncho games at play, oh let us say, pushing the bounds of the integrity of every **** thing that little ******* nassassist comes in proximity too.

Oh indeed yes, truly one of those silly but far to aggressive children with not enough lessons, though being said a sound or two over heard he can be a bit of a dangerous  toy to enjoy abuse.

Yet here that rather unremarkable slack logged cost inificiant, not so coificiant, and truly lack luster low end but buster, wilts away a Saturday as seemingly instructed, though still hungry for the ride or the rode, yet truly simply **** curious as to where to go, for surely she knows all too well where this fellow born to endure hell has landed,
Considering that pitiful *** face he gets when he feels all standard or oh, wait for it abandoned, doomed to repeatedly search, search , close but no game of grenades, for no cigars today, and she said so sweetly how she minded not nor would sound a saying of sad little mad *** max smoking a well deserved cigar.

What shall a tattered, battered, hopeful *** Badger ever do?
Sit and wait for his love to come through?
Drive till the end of the line, rode, time, or the gurgling of water filled lungs resonate through and true?

now cast not a sad, mad or half slashed nor attempted bashed boasting my way, for I am he and he is me and we have chased , chased , chased ,chased and even been pushed away, cast out to sea see if the water is freezing yet no echo back from the safety of some hidden shore spoken of as this little  bad  blue binki needing Badger true and true a beast with the **** to get , that is if he can find a **** thing so far true.
Hmmmm, wonder if he will ever see this wonder of a woman today, whom he believes is truly in waiting of him, least this is what the all seems to say, though, leave it to this one true heart to ***** it all from the start, well, at least he is honest, and far more than a few very upset folks seems to wish to think, but another simple thing, is he even worth the chanced dared dance, wait that would entail real flesh and a real eye to eye glance of souls screaming out loud of the pain, agony ,desires, disappointments, humor and gut busting truths we all wish were far less but still they relieve the stress......
Mine  eyes, mine teeth, mine heart it do beat, and mine extremities and mine animal truly do desire to meet, but a good hand shake and a hi, nice to finally meet, over some sweet *** seats all public or discrete, sure do make for happy were wolf feet.

Much love and respect, this is simply a ...... Funny jest of loving best, and it is best when we can do this thing without anyone beating a chest, wait, scratch that, **** it ,I am Tarzan, lets just do what ever we can. Lol

The lie was this,    I lied and pretended the harm and foolishness was coming from a woman far beyond such stumblings,  so as to offer a clearer image of the people we are dealing with here.


Listen, lets get the kink out of all the tighy whities( stop wearing them)

The real girl is not on here nor even speaking to me , you, or any o'. The fools acting in her identity.  

Now if there is one or two that is her, who cares, she can do as she **** well please,  even **** it up that a freak like me , wishes to shake her peach tree.

But Know This Friends........ Those towing this act and who game of  bizarreness and threat, of cat and mouse and God and Satan , IS NOT. HER....


And to suggest so is stupid and should only be left up to ******* like me..... J,f,k. Just ******* kidding,  jeez.  

But truly, sorry folks the hottest babe in the baddest and greatest love story ever attempted to be written, is not the villain,       okay.   I acted like it, at her expense, ( u, yeah about that, um, sorry, hope to clear some of those up in the future , just get real blonde and stupid all eight feet tall and  dunmber that a curbed  igglus  ice ies cup stuffed with Oreo. And foot cheese flavored pretzels all for a dollar ,$ 137.9.    And has you tiniest OSD all mad about it, like" what, what you gonna do about nasty *** icies".   Looking.. **** see funny as hell and disturbingly crazy as a coconut.  Yep, leave it to me.

What might the heights of the minds eyes see while the spirit is in motion of the purest emotion of intent and expression of love?


Is it such a state where false has awards and evening gowns picked out for the awards show?

Is it so fake that one might find it difficult to understand real from false?

Or might the fact that when a human being can truly  walk the line of life with grace and demanding ******* while gently caressing the absolutely overwhelming truth that love has ravaged the soul ,

Ravaged this soul,

*****, held, ravaged, run through, righted and scorned in the deepest of waters a soul has yet to express to the world for two thousand years, and all while  the captive ....... Soul,         is critiqued on the devastation wrot in such completeness that is is even to this day savoured as a prized  fetish even unto the sad would self.

Dare I ask simple a question of wondering curious eyes of windowed souls to cast a view into the dew of the greatness of being of truth and grace while respecting the very heart from which such torture pours from?

dare a truth be asked that such a human being be of a dignity in company with the child timid in him self torn, dashed , bruised, named and bolder than the soul that resides in you?

Dare a tasked truth be ever revealed of contemptuous  acts of ***** souls and privacy of ones tiny castles in the  oh so damaged and bitter sands. Of the wombs of mind that we all venture to frontier the very limit of the souls endurance, prestige while being undignified by the raw violence of the act of continued ****, or is a dared truth to harsh a fact for timidness of my self to have swallowed whole as the soul of mine self and mine eyes and mine teeth from which the vengeance did pour a pounding to seek, all to be driving back by the broken and horrorably disfigured child of me that many find more womanly.   For this Ugly Boy of me, this sad sot silly and ***** smaller to the vastness of the fridgidness of ******* through lies and manipulations while taking in the raw ******* of the common God's child , virus this not what we all are the now newly in question not so rarely ***** and sold like ****** in a new church for the dastardly and bastarded ******* that we have come to call complacency of decency?  

Any, how foolish, yes my dear friend , you are indeed a wiser worrier  wafareing wondering wizard of vast skills and frightful  ways and means to tame the beast of such hateful things , so costic as to reach deep into them and quiver their tiny tethers and frail feathers all a mockingly  to the tones and notes left after we vacated the dead crypts of self deprivation and hate as we all found the truth of the emotion as it poured through us when realizing this damaged, torn and frightened child , a man holding the depth of winter killing fields at bay, a man kindly swaying the stars to play a tune so as to grace all who broke his heart a stay of pain for each and every attempted and timidly bold and brazen sway and slanted ****** love or raw truth and powerful motions from which we all find the fancy to ****** the  tool as the goofiest  **** **** as hell fool we all choose to allowed the absolute grace and magesty to ******* Rule our Hearts for even just a fraction of a moment in this prayer of endless time, yet hold with the dared scary and walking naked and alone into the lions den while the wolfs and beasts all gathered their finest clothes, weapons and gold, silver, trinkites and shiny of the shiniest of the things they boldly and brashly slash all with as to command the fear to reside in the human spirit.

As this silly little hill Billy with a **** nice *** *****, were wolf feet and all called out to the proudest and loudest of the tiny little spouts and softly said " what is all you foolish fuss about?"
"Have you lost you most precious toys, only to find victim the Dickson of my sorry and sad state of dieing from the oath and lashing of what you helped  rip from what can only be many peoples and communities and even many families?"

Dare a truth to truth this dare my dearest cud of a bear for a true beast of welcome verosity I be all the while giggling and prancing all about like a happy *** skipping fairy, and of this I most truly rather be for don't you know? , did no one tell you the news?  The horror is scaring but the truth is so amazing, turns out scar gardens are the softest things God has ever created, scar gardens are the hardest element that break far stronger , bold creatures of far fasters tested , cleeted, bust a mother up than most man has ever know to exist.
Scar gardens are the very  spouts from which the truth and grace of the living love of God pours fourth into this majestic ******, animal ,spiritual ,sacred, holy and magnificent place , a place that the very bashing of the flowers that dance you delight even in the pity, plight, laughter , and slight  has done nothing but cast us all from it loving embrace, yet, dear cub of a Billy bad *** nub of a cubbed couger in the final leaps to catch this timid and playful prey of me that you so think you will devour you see,  we, the ones whom truly felt and opened and dare that **** scary *** chance to dance with this devil in the pale moon light have found that they no longer must live in fright, that this very garden is theirs and none to own but to flourish and grow, thrive if you must, but lest get nasty for a real minute, animal to animal ,it ma thrive , sure but it will **** , love ,fight, rise , Smit , right the wrongs that have tortured us far to ******* long and in that moment of exstacy the human race may just finally realize ***, love, caring, kindness and truth of self are the face of God starting through your eyes experiencing all f his loving songs creations and getting ******* goose bumps and he'll yes this Billy Jack goofy *** bad  kat all **** knuckled with bad habits and a lust for loving full ******* spectrum and a lesbian trapped in this fugly *** mans body all crazy *** triple run *** marks the spot moon shine devil of mine were wolf feet and all does truth and whole love the Real Girl and is ,,,,, and most mother ******* who are real and real down with the truth that God is love and loves even your silly but as God loves mine silly *** and the rest of this star studded cast of human **** ups simply attempting to pass and go the **** home at the end of the school bell.


HUA,    I do love the Real artist  you speak of, she knows it, and may just know that I know she is not the one laying **** the silly hill Billy with a rather bad *** wi,,,,,,,, um sorry.     Where were we. Oh yes. Um. Only those who care to let go and allow the truest of flows and are true to self and the love that one finds in the being of anothers breath, thoughts , actions , decisions, and mistakes and graces to right ones self after horrors that tear us and embarrass us, these know the truth ,and my dear friend i love you too, but not like the love i expressed to you in hopes you to feel the love i share to her with out pushing it on her, so that what is rightfully hers to reject or except i gave it all away to all even those whom used it to fuel hate in mine own shape , form and name.  And i have done all of this and a dillion years of pouring stars into the hearts of that goofy *** girl by way of dancing crying and **** it dieing through the very core of you,  yes i got you high, horney, got you off, many times , i gave you memories of sparks you know, i gave you worlds of wonder and ways to flurish and grow, i gave you what you , well many of you , did not even deserve for it was truy meant to be for her, but i felt that the most good it could do and the best love i could show her is i can love all of you and even rock hear heart all the very same ways i moved you , and not loose one silly little drop of the tears in her pain, yet sip them and drip them into her so she may choose to live again, as she has done for me.....do you now see? For I C C I said this goofy eyed going man who has done all this in his true and real names,  For I Love You So.


And didn't even eat my wheaties wink , smile I a not mad at ya, just being me, and some times we all have a tax bit of  werewolfand badger **** in us , sorry to offend, smile in the end, we all just might be ,,,,, sort f friends..

why is it we find it far too easy to except the acts of harm, why is it it is far more easy to except those same acts of harm with pitiful excuses and reasons are given, many obvious lies.?

I am far from alone in being one whom has excepted these things and I and also far from alone in realizing the true harm in doing this.  

Seems there is an option to cure this, When we find the strength to say no, harm is not an option that is relevant in many situations, though yes at times harm is very relevant.?  

It has been my experience that most times simply changing my mind set of my own view of a given situation leads to harm as an option being quietly removed from the table of deemed appropriate acts.

So seems this simple act of self discipline causes far less harm to be spread in the world, maybe it can lead to far less buying of **** poor excuses for harm to be used.  

hummmm. 

bonkers for found bongos.

for alohas and soyu chicken and coconut milk too.

after one of the longest nights in my memory, which in and of it's self lends to a rather limited faculty lol, and one of the darkest in recent years, I have finally let it all go, and amazingly, or more accurately shockingly to me it was the giving up the ghost that devastated me, giving up that nice and beautiful delusion proved to be a rather surprising thing.
something so seemingly simple and easy things, so truly self created surly, yeah, so simple a thing and have it up, and .... crash. I was blindsided by how utterly and completely I had truly began to rely on it, for it/ she / this delusion of a possible love became my only life boat in a deep and raging sea. **** me. **** me I ******* fell.
**** me I fell for every thing, **** me I fell for the mathematical sound, **** me I fell for the voice that I truly just....   **** me I fell, for the absolute beauty of her, she is just, simply the most beautiful thing I have seen , soft, bold, true to focus, scared, shy, graceful, timid, honest in studering stumbling of self conscience and shy, she is so brash and kick ads, so kind and abused so healing of herself and others, so judgmental and temperamental, so bossy and sad ***, so silly *** goofy and truly for that alone ,son she is bad ducking ***, she sure as hell is all these things to me, and I never expected her to live up to any of these things, but only to be what ever she be so long as she be it whole and truly.  is all, all of this all from my own silly stupid creating, your **** right and **** wrong. and I need not prove or explain it, yet , for her I will give this.  yes, I laid all these qualities and flaws of perfection upon her breast, straight out of my mind so as to give me some **** hope, **** me. but I so many times took great care in silencing my everything to listen to what I thought was her, and these things range true.   and I truly and forever more will be content in knowing them all to be true, and I have let it go.  does this mean that I will not be slapped sideways when I find she in my dreams and I fall flat *** upon my face  and kids her each time yet never allowing any thing more for desiring to respect her?  well let's say , I could not stop it if I tried and I tried. but I do not, will not seek to find, I do not look to think of her in my mind. I will not actually of intent search or wish that she ever read any utterance of me not my ****** and broken windows. and this brought my world to it's **** knees, in a crying, slobbering plea to Our Lord for anything to relieve.
does this mean I will turn her away if such a strange or unlikely thing happen that she everfind her self standing before me? what are you insane, hell no I would never turn her away, even at 80 years old bent broken and grey, but I will not seek her. and would probably fall to my grace from shock if she were to ever grace the place for mine eyes to see before me.  but, this has torn me in two, shattered my heart, and half my soul has vanished all from a **** me, delusion I fell for, **** me I fell in love,  real and true, **** me I fell all the way and I have had to throw it all away, and am left with out that comfort of delusion to carry me through. so I am at the bottom of the abyss, pitch black, no bio luminescent nothing, it is cold and I am lost. but this I choose for I have up all of my illusions and beautiful delusions for my Lord and savoir and here I wait without any claim to wealth or silly *** fame and resigning from this game for I tried, to do the best I could to make a difference and find , show, remind of the good. I must have failed, for here I sit in this place, and I simply have nothing else to say. I love you all, thank you for any support, I forgive the pains placed upon me but I am broken and half the man I ever would or could have ever been.  I hope you choose to do yourselves and one another right, be deerhearted and gentle to each other and sing your heart song in love and out loud.  good bye.  ricci dale moon / scott    badger crow moon / the shine of moon_shine  through and through, I truly do love you. all in all and all of you with my all.

What is it to take the ultimate name in Vain.

A title spoken falsely?

An agreed upon name like Bob spoken s to cut sharply?

Is Gods name so simple a thing as to fit such things so nicely?

Or rather is it not to speak of Love yet intend and commit acts of harm the true act of taking the Lords name in Vain.

Yes,this dear friends, I think it be.

For I do truly hope we all finally choose to be Deerhearted and Gentle to one another. and not speak of things of love and instead do acts of harm. and in stead speak of love and do our words honor and sing our hearts song in the name of God whom is Love and gentle we become to eachother.

Singing Oh Happy Day!!
Sister Act Oh Happy Day HD
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Oh Happy Day - The Edwin Hawkins Singers
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Oh Happy Day
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cJJGgRlQi8

seeing since I am at the Hawaiian Brian's shop and there are um, no speakers to be found, lets just plaster a few and hope one sticks with some true grit and giddy *** my trigger girl.
Aretha Franklin: Oh Happy Day
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please..?

not often will you get me to toss my hat in the ring and dance a jig and do it as carefree and upset, and well, run the gambit of real emotions and motions of thought as they truly and in the moment bloom for view and place no filter in between the me , windows roiled down and you. so..

If you have it, then post it ,type it up, ( like I said, spelling, yes I **** at it and will totally ***** it all up)  but maybe the honesty of the moment can cause one less to find me so loathsome and just maybe remind them that some of us dudes are not interested in testing the macheesmoe of a guy, and actually wish and hope success finds and smiles on you, even though you a side too, cause I am not out to take yours not critique hows you does it and makes it ryhm the rhythms that are your kingdoms and families, friends and good **** ends and interests. and **** it, you know this by now. and I understand all things have a time they shine and that time comes more than a few times in any mans life for more than he  find that time a changing of life thing. so hope I recurve a link to that diatribe of what boys and random thoughts, that I did openly say, ***** it, here, now let us see how bad I blew it. much love and well, only human and a stumbling dance of chance seems the time I tap my knee told and bump my elbows into all my not so funny bones and fumble about all goofy eyed and were pushed the hell does anyone get ugly ads feet like that , and all. smile, cause I am.

jane's addiction  the price i pay
https://youtu.be/l8EuL4IXhRg

Though perception is interesting, how many was it really, wait, the joker never drank really? did he? ****, I forget. um, but I think I recall the riddler had , wait, maybe not. um,, way under the legal limit is below two , but did he, the joker, you know how he is. considering, wait, who was counting those things? what, one and what, oh ****. and we... what a **** this kat can be, wait, did he really, run the gauntlet just to show the world , oh ****, pull the skit, it is too rich, and he was spotted at the bank earlier speaking of laughing next time he visited. ****, writers and those skits. troublesome, and grrr, they forget to keep it clean. lol

Johanes Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Symphony No.6 in F major, (K 43)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EgG8qYcYTU

Tchaikovsky Symphony NO.6 (Full Length) : Seoul Phil Orchestra
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Beethoven - 6th Symphony 'Pastoral' (Complete) ♫♥
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The Entire Egyptian Military laid down ( there's that word lay laid) their arms of weapons designed for war, when the opposing armies, had revealed they had strapped Living Cats to their shields.

Why, you wonder? Well the Cat is one mighty fine refined focal point, hell even its waste is refined and a rarity in quality of Ammonia and is closest to the Pig um, and Humans, and Pig is for only one rather jacked up reason, and the biggest reason you might want to no longer consume Pork, um, did you know that before the flood, that wiped out the entire map, with its dark wters and buildings, rocks, wait.. lets try this... see it is not the water that kills and destroys the coastline by wave or hurricane, it is the debris of all that is previously knocked into absolute helpless submission by the water of loving rage and passion. see imagine the entire map, being in a washing machine for oh, lets say 30, no no, oh hell lets call it at 40 days. and with all that debris, cars, trucks, trains, um people, roofing wood, beams, what.. im sorry, what was that? what do I mean cars trucks, trains? um, well we didnt abuse the oil as we do now, remember do not harm the oil or the wine? but we abused other elements and resonations, and had oh , far more than we do now, well, I say that in the understanding of the average bear. cause we have it all jack, yep most the vaults have been found and are now fully, well for the most part reverse engineered, um once time , and vibration, speed and stable speed of, vibe, ummm. yeah, never mind, we had some cool **** you cant even begin to imagine, and we had genetic manipulations too, and you know how it is when we have done it all, we keep going, and so we get the platypus, um and even the half human genome pig. not boar, not Hog Pig hair less pink porker pig, jack, yep, human genome. so stop eating of it. and if you think that not a good enough reason, research the worms that live beyond 800 degrees 12 hours in the meat of the flesh of the beast. and you for life. and yes I didn't know and eat and found out by seeking and stopped. oh and research the glands in their legs that excrete.

take your index finger, wait. stop, rewind ( yes I do this, and yes it is funny, you have no idea.)

goto a quite room, with little light, so your natural body will turn up the microphones in your head...

now, touch your index finger to your thumb, on off, on off, now your *******, on off on off, now your ring finger ( do it with both hands cause then you will feel the tone flow interruptions or focus of. that is) now your highest tone your little piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy said *** is he on? well, did you hear the difference in your resonate tones? do it, you will, and when you do, you will, then realize a few things and why I do what it is I so freakishly do, and sorry I imitate not 12 monkeys, for it is the normal switcheroo, I understand it, now, do you?

Oh yes my *** can Writ like no ones business, funny how I have removed all, long ago, but hum, I keep being told........... to Writ ... any way. have a loving full flow and full spectrum day, um, everyone says High vibs.... this and that.. um full spectrum son, but place your will in the correct ways and places on the correct things, and then you will see the point, yes we are going higher in tone, but um, who the hell said forget what you have already known to be functional, isnt that what happened last times we forgot.......?

in this place we see about us, I will tell you a tale.

I will guide you loosely along a river as we meander.

Do not fret that what I will show you is known in vast and secretive, stations and nations of groups hell bent on you not knot knowing the facts, of this river flush of a full house i will tell , wait, full house is later, lets do the flush first. oh, wait, I guess you should be reminded of what you didnt know you knew, and this is so true all the way through,
That I will only tell you of the things you already know, just forgot, kinda like I did so.. here, wee, goooo.

What is an Azimuth as in and exactly as a compass azimuth, but a direction or an Angle, of the Angels sighted line of focus a beam of thought sound and light energy over a distance in a given direction.

What is an Inclination, but an angle of the previously said deerhearted best to remember these things, bare with me please, I can meander rather briskly.

What are these things of azimuth and inclination and what the hell do they have to do with Love, the Flow and curing this life and tree we truly be?

Um, let me start now by asking of sound and sand on a rubber surface sound through the tube hitting and vibrating this surface covered in sand, what pray tell do you see that shall happen? shapes of the resonate sound frequency of a three ( oh so many more um, ;like all of the dimensions, for we are made of the love of the sound , for the sound is the sound of love being spoken to us, Son, ,,, let that one sit and steep just a little bit longer...........)
oh yes read read it.   .... shapes of the resonate sound frequency of a three ( oh so many more um, ;like all of the dimensions, for we are made of the love of the sound , for the sound is the sound of love being spoken to us, Son, ,,, let that one sit and steep just a little bit longer...........)


ahem, okay, now that you just popped a small part of your ceiling off and can now see the sky , which you should do every day, imagine your ceiling is glass by you can feel the wind and the air as the trees sway and the clouds dance by... um, okay, so, azimuth and inclination and the three dimensional aspect of sound, Um SHAPE. like the triangle, so lets say we want to fight fire with fire, lol, so funny, oh, um triangle is um, oh you will see when you choose to fact check me.

so to create a real shape with real sound and thought the true light you are unable to see, and do it in a large very large size. then you go to locations dictated by the map and math, and then take a rather modest size triangle and lets say the base is the distance from fort smith Ar. to Fayetteville , AR to um, measure it out and them send a group of loving people to these locations and at the synchronized with the real time as in at the same time and no time zone bs, you direct your thoughts and sounds, amplified or not to the azimuth and inclination or angle to the horizon so as to meet at the tips of the shape of the numerously sided , your choice triangle and then watch what happens, oh I know, wait, what if bad people want to harm you or others you have told them how to go about a chunk of it. oh, silly, I own the joint, or a good chunk of it. lol j/K... or am I,, but seriously, dont worry, otherwise they would not have concerned themselves with hiding it from your far more powerful and RIVER of real life, see the sound is the love which is a the flow of a river, and well, try damming a river which has real steep flow boundaries, meaning not much in the way of a down hill run of a water fall, hard as hell to dam the water flowing through air. *(yes and thank you for the nudges. no really. please except this, I wont name for reasons, but you know who ya are there beautiful friends). so, um, yeah, see, they rely on you not using your tech, the real and true technologies that flow, or bust up impeding events or behaviors or things to the flow of life. for nothing is more powerful than love, and though love like water, AHEM.......... like Water, it is shapeless, formless a void yet remembers the will and intent of its focal adjustments, or vibrational surroundings.
What I have done here, for those whom are not quite sure. is just handed you the keys to your cage and the keys to this love ship and its direction of partial travel, though I refrain from the temporal aspects, that is not up for discussion, well, yet.  Now get a map and map out all the people you love around the nation and globe and family, you will begin to see something, I WILL NOT TELL YOU OF IT, for it is the journey that causeth the flow to be unimpeded, and dear friend dont forget to overlay yours with your soulmates. and BAM, oh My Fing God do you see it????!!!! will be uttered aloud i many places. yes, I love you, and yes, You are dearly welcome, and Yes, i am Dearly Thankful for you all. all, artist doing Studio time cause Baby Blue needs a **** Binky, to the person that never will say anything, but influences the world in ways and wonders none will know till the big celebration. wink. no one is unimportant in this. for it is real and really a big **** deal.
Ummm, well. Yes I am slow. but when it happens and I am trly allowed to, my love is true. and yes this part is exclusivley for that 4 you, know who. , maybe one day yu will forgive my far too loyal to a flaw ways, that caused some rather serious delays, but then again, the Love is never not right on time. I know cause, I am awaiting yours, and know and loyal in my faith that it will undoubtedly be right freaking on time. I love you silly, so giggle, **** it. giggle. please. I cant bare you not laughing. smile for me. you silly funny face, you my peach fuze loves, my perfect side of the moon and tiny soft tattoos too. yes you silly. and it is me, werewolf feet and all. ugh, yes, have you not seen my ****** ugly *** feet folks. geez, lol. wink.

Yes, there is more to all of this, and I am debating on telling such tales of absolute insane abandon as to though ones self to the wind hoping to do so much, and what so many wish you know know, and wish me never realize, though too late, i mean, how the hell you think we got to this point, that I am before you in such a manor, non special, non spectacular, other than the monumental insanity I can achieve. but there is lay the point ( note i said Lay , like , laid, lays, not LIE, stop using the twist of sound to keep you in this prison, cause though many are here to assist me for my um, long stay. you don't need to stay longer than you must. okay... so stop saying lie when you mean lay laid, i do not lie in a bed of roses of throned harm, i lay in a bed of roses who pierce my flesh and remind me of the love i painfully endure without till I can embrace her again in the bed that we shall lay and be forever one and whole again. etc.. fyi. ;-)   but yes, there is far more and um, it is well. why I own everything, and soon there should be a celebration, wait too much? oh crap, see, insane right? wait, they did agree,, um, yeah i am sure they said,.. umm, ****, um am I wrong? or am i insane? interesting question, interesting events are happening if you have been watching. Hi, my name is.... love you all. be kind, rewind and remember to let you love flow light the bulb that you grow, and shine on so the busy bees will come and love our necter. um too much again? crap, i just keep doing that... hum, maybe.. in a ..

Remember..

Your Body is an Electrochemical,  Biological Machine, which is interactive due to the ******-physiological interface of life and wait for it..... so goose bumps are light and or sound jetting out your vibrational resonance and you are falling upward in a way you are not sensing as directional. keep reading...

The fact that, as if you were in the actual abyss of the waters above looking at earth and the sun's light and stars are NOT visible to the naked eye without mater of a filter to interact with the light thus allowing the eye to view the byproduct of the energy that you do not see into the heat and spectrum of light you can see, the by products of the interaction with mater, (* i say this, and no one has yet to say, well, what about the cornea and the lens of the eye it is mater...) Ahh the "Window to the Soul" the eyes, um, there is nothing between you and the light but what you perceive to be , here, try this, we will continue, and then address this.

As you know the light is not visible, and we humans see less than any other known creature on this genetic love ****, um, ship, called earth, and we see the chakras focal lens array as it were of us being Crystal, in nature and the prism of the Pink Floyd Album for which was "in celebration of the comet Kohoutek ( Spout On true translation, what you really believe they named this after a Russian with that name and Hail Bopp after who? oh Hail Bopp means too Turn Off the action of Turning OFF) um yeah. so as we were, right.. or in celebration of the birth of ricci dale scott or badger crow moon / the shine of moon_shine lol, come on I get some fun here right?" later to be renamed and packaged as " The Dark Side of the Moon" like I said, see earlier claim of birth lol. ****, sorry. did it again. um.. where were we.. oh, so as we are the prism and the non-visible light interacts with our um, consciousness we fracture it into the focal points of our lower self's or our body or chakras points or clusters of from within pouring outward the reality you see before you..... um, okay, see imagine we in space staring at the earth in its weird non circular non-ball flat weird half this half ******* lie,,umm sorry, okay imagine we are staring at earth, so seeing since, all things are vibrating in constant vibration and are only in our existence when they are stable and steady in their "resonation" of vibration ie steel vibrates different than glass porcelain vibrates even higher than glass thus why taking a spark plug white porcelain part broken from the rest and barely i mean oh so gently toss it at a car window and boom it busts with extreme violence and force of action, why? because it can not match or actually, it can match the vibrational frequency of the porcelain but by it reaching close to it, it looses its resonance and stability as glass, just as heat can melt all things or actually alter the vibrational frequency in which it resonates at fully stable, it is still stable, but now can be altered then cooled to take a rock round and make a building block and note the handles that were used to move it, but it still has that slow cooling oozing look like so many megalithic building do, or how you can boil water instantly with sound, yes, but I digress here, for light is SOUND, what came before light? and he said, let there be light... said... sound. light is sound. and sound is multidimensional in all aspects, thus the spoken word. but, lets go back, so all things are vibrating, and we are in space, looking at a vibrating earth and well, if all light is not visible till it interacts with mater, that means the light you see, is the reflection of that mater interacting with the non-visible light.... thus you are actually seeing the wait for it.. The Reflection of The Image of a Reflection of a Vibration of mater held stable in this Resonation in which We exist or the image of the reflection of the sound of the thing we are seeing for it is all what? SOUND. oh, and the focal lens of the window to the soul.... well, i think we just covered that, and if not, keep watching and um, loving.  it pours out from within as you are altering that which passes through you, there beautiful. !!!!!

Wrong and Right, Bad and Good, Pain and Pleasure, Here and There, Where? Are you Here or There?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXczj1fjixE

I'm Wrong, But You Ain't Right Lyrics
Kid Rock


[Verse 1]
Breaking the silence is the hardest thing in life
Knowing that you're wrong, feeling like you can't go on
I've been a victim so many times
But I'm man enough to know when I'm wrong

With the fresh cut mullets, back row in sight
Pass the packed bullet, I'm gonna rock all night
Uptight right wingers, tryin' to say I'm what
But I'm a flight bound singer not giving a ****
Hard luck of the devil with the grace of God
On a level of Oz, and it makes you nod
With the body of a sinner, mind of a saint
I'm everything you love, everything you hate
Hit a lot of curves, hard roads and hills
Got nerves of steel, and watched time stand still
It took too long, but I stood my height
You can say I'm wrong, but you ain't right

[Chorus]
You aren't right, you, you, you ain't right
You aren't right, right
You aren't, you aren't, you aren't, right
You aren't, you aren't, you aren't, right
You aren't, you aren't, you aren't, right

[Verse 2]
You can save the environment with all your wit
But can you save your children from a world of *******
You look at me with a loss for love
But if you took me out would your kid still do drugs
You want to point your finger in the unclear
You want to point your finger in the unclear
You want to point your finger in the unclear
You ought to point your finger in the mirror
You want to trip, quit, because I'm a keep ripping
You can ***** but the strippers going to keep stripping
I'm singing songs in the key of life
And you can say I'm wrong but you aren't right

[Chorus]
You aren't right, you, you, you aren't right
You aren't right

We just came to get on down and rock
Rock on
Cowboy baby, cowboy baby

[Chorus][x2]

Have you ever held so much of something that causes the things you wish not to see in those you love?

Have you ever held a pain that isn't even yours in some cases?

have you ever held on to it so that it doesn't slip and take out such a beautiful tragedy of those you love?

That if you slipped and allowed just an ounce of this pure and refined substance to hit the open air that it would be instantly absorbed into the psyche and physical bodies of all those around you , thus causing them to convulse in agony and gut wrenching pain?

Have you ever felt this could be even close to how you have felt before?

As if once they get the tiniest taste of their own creations and manipulations results, they would fall, so far and hard they would not see the way out of such dire deeds and sad and abusive ways and pains of the causes and causation's, the outcomes of the thrusted busted, go away's, leave me be's, the I don't care about you's, you are a fool's, you are stupid, stop annoying me's, oh here watch this one, they will break , so laugh as loud at them as you can's? can you see what I am saying?  in short all the truly horrible things we all , including me, myself and I, do, when we hurt, are confused, or some how, loose our way in this confounded maze we seem to find ourselves lost in.

Is it enough to allow them to taste the fruit of their leaves of the trees they planted on our mother womb as our father feeds them lovingly, knowing these seeds are wrong?

is it enough? would describing it be enough to cause the pin to be realized if only an imaginary trend of a friends busting the illusion for a crafted grafted second, in hopes to say, stop and look, we are all dieing if we continue this way...... but so many of us, carry these pains like a badge of **** honor, like we are singlehandedly saving the very souls of those whom we don't even know, at times, that is... when the pain and isolation isn't too much to bare, and we don't end up lashing out and creating sorry *** little seeds of trees we then drop along our mothers womb as father lovingly tends to mothers needs, as if we are johnny apple seed in the garden of plenty and abundance all like where is my coffee!!!!????? like i have been a time or two?

Would it be enough for me to change, much less you? maybe, seems we are all stuck on a revolving Russian roulette of, "you first jack, then we will see if my *** antiees up all in..." for we all seem to be in this oh so, silly Mexican stand off as illustrated by Marshall Mathers in the "*******" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHi-IjsilSw

Cause this silly little thing, is ME, and it is You, yet, am I holding you correctly, by saying ***** it, its me and not you? or is this **** thing on backwards and in roman numerals? cause situation is all jacked up, from the floor up if we fail to see that , I and others who are pain eaters, or, what ever you choose to call us, for we are all full, just look about you, and see all the love is flowing but some of the most daring and beautiful ones are slowy fading, falling, wasting away cause we are too **** pridful to say, **** this not today, I will not hold your ****, this is your **** you take and feel it, I am rather in the clear and am shorting myself the love I truly need to breath, but, I am such a freak and a lover of you all, that I ****** this crap back up denying you the ability to even grab your **** from me, and I horde it hide it and die in it faithfully, for I said I would and my word means everything. but, Now I find so many begging me to release it, let it be, let it go and even if fools fall the **** over dead from the shock of the shame and pain they have graced us all with but we have not had to bare, do go dropping like flies, then that is okay, as I stand shocked, appalled and *******, cause we are to save them all **** it. yeah... says who, son? is all I hear any more. says who son? who said they could make it to such a place of pleasure, leisure, construct, invention, visionary, oh, my how we are to truly shine , shine, be and play? who told you this anyway? and I stand silent, speechless, and rather dumbfounded in my lack of afraid. for they are right. ****, it,, they are right, again.. for to be able to truly and finaly bew able to grasp, grokk, totally and truly rock this truth of movement and this transmogrification of station and situtations where we oh so are to truly play and live like life truly exists, we must let go and let bare the being that was, is, and wont be there. yet here i am, still stuck in a silence of judgement pending, standing in a hall, holding up the line cause I refuse to let go of this which is holding me from the true garden and my possible real soul mate, whom ever they maybe, all because I am so affraid of feeling the lose of even the hated, and hatful of thee, ?.. and why? why are so many of those bauetigul people like me, doing this very thing? so many of us became sin eaters simply out of need, and we eat the sins of others, and eneded up, sinning ourselves, simply to deal with the burdon of the pain... what , in the world were we thinking? , well, we were thinking, what a shame, and we were thinking, why do we not know how to help or deal with all this over whelming pain, why atre we burdoned so? and why must , i let go of the only think I have ever known, eating this sin, that became my identity and my reason to be, and now you ask, me to strip myself of me, of this child laid bare for all the world to see, as I fall apart, is that what it is you wish to see? for this is what will happen when I no longer bare the sin of you and you and you, for mine have been forgiven from what I understand for laying no blame upon no man for the sin I consumed of man, and I am not alone in this endeavour or relieaf, that is if I can muster the foolish courage to let it go, and watch as you all, fall, fall, fall, of your own pains, but I say this, as I have said before, as  child I said it and thousands of times in my life, you do not have to fall so far, just except what ypou have caused and bare it and do the equal and truly triple the opposite and love, see, for me to take such a chance, such a leap of faith and risk, my falling by my creations of feeling watching you fall from your own pains, in turn causing me to fall the same, , but I say, you do not, for if as I said I do this, and risk, then you do the same and love again, as you did before you remembered how to hurt..... before you learned how to hurt inside, before you realized, you die each time the pain lives inside... for you were never a sin eater, but I can and am telling you how to digest your sins, so you don't fall, so far and possibly fail and well, bye.. you must bare you harm and except it as real and them manifest the loving and caring truth that nullifies the harm and corrosive acridness and become, alkaline a base , so base your love in truth and harmony, and resonate out of the hate and misery, for, I do understand what it is I must do, but it all truly, like I said a thousand times, depends on you, and yes there is a possibility that you could bring me to my death by focusing on never getting out, but lets not kid each other son, I will not be loosing, and why risk the guarantee of you never being with the life of us, only so you can attempt to bring me or others down? for it makes no sense, and is not of the flow and growing of life and is not abundant, so, swallow all the fear and doubt, that pain and acid that you spit out, and except it for it is the reality you created and we sin eaters swallowed and held so as to limit your harm, and many of us, did this from birth and never truly knew what we did wrong to end up with such a work load if you get my drift. but my soul is clear, on this, and wqell, I must start laying this down, and by doing so, I need not grace you with a sound or a jot or tittle, but the facts that you may or may not find life get a little different, but This is not for me to say, for it is simply close and time for me to let it all go and look for the truth as my ownn naked frozen child deep inside shivers , but, I know this, no matter the loss, no matter the cost, no matter the choices that will be chossen due to tempral placement and how limited the view is from where we are, that I will be okay, and most of my people are already across, in fact, I think I am one of the few still stupidly here, begging and causeing such a scene, but, I suppose they are right, "if you have not chossen your own ways, by now, then what makes you think anyone should wait for you to realize there is no tomorrow once we move forward.. and well, I hope to wake and each time I wake, love be closer and closer to me and this horror and this lies deciet and hate, be a none existant, reality, for me, or anyone else ready to make that change. and you still can, but, um, if time is running out on the elect, then um, maybe time is running out on you and me so, we better get this thing going, and make a stand , a choice, and eat out own **** and swaet out love and all things worth growing and knowing. for the information is a seed that is the key, if you know, then it is time to unload, that seed so it can be a tree, for spring has sprung and we are about to be leaving and blooming some **** fine leaves, and flower, ohh, so, unless you are the dead and decayed bark that we are about to shed, litterally, then it is time to become a blossom, and swallow your own deeds and devulge the information that setts so many others free, you will be saving lives, and the livfe you save might just freaking be your own. no I mean this jack. and, I love you, but I can not keep holding this, for most of it is not mine, and I soon hope to be resigned from the possition of rather high ranking in the sin eating department, "Jesus is number one there, and I am not in the tier, but you can beat me, so swallow you sin and push out the freedom and love, the truth that sets the rest of the tree free from this infestation cause we wont **** the tree, but we continue like this and the tree of life we wont see either, for we will fall away and away to never be again, make your choice, cause I have Purple Hearts to Bloom baby, and blue and white stripes on my flower, for I am a full purple blue moon, , hope to see you there, and if you hurt son, sorry, but it is time, so, take my advice and swallow and shed and do deeds that save lives and loves.  Yes I know I am slow, ven my mother said so, in the scanned images, see, poems, though he is"slow?"  yeah, thanks ma.. lol, smile, I hope I see here , she, finally free of all the harm done her and forgiven, for I forgave her long long ago, I love and respect my mother, for she gave me these bones of gold, and at 14 she did better than many, with such a prize package like me.
Candlebox-Far Behind
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJ2HUEvacxs&index;=13&list;=PL1X51wyhBF79y1KVax2xjLtznnqx0nar4


When U Love Someone Lyrics
Kid Rock
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[Verse 1]
Oooh..Ooooh
I tell you it will shake the earth beneath your feet
The light that shines will redefine your old beliefs
What you reap is what you sow and so it goes
Where you plant your needs is where your garden grows
Before you think about yourself
Think of someone else, it will make you feel
Each day aren't wine and roses
I doubt it's meant to be
Always a cross to bear salvation don't come free
A heart that beats is a heart that bleeds
And you know that's true
So don't deny yourself of something good for you
Before you do it for yourself, do it for someone else
That makes it real

[Chorus]
Because when you love someone
It don't matter what you say
When you love someone
You will dance the night away
When you love someone
There aren't nothing you can't do
Isn't that right
Yeah I want to love someone tonight

[Verse 2]
Will you believe in love or just sit around and judge?
Can you forgive someone or will u hold a grudge?
Because above selfishness there lies a bright blue sky
And wealth and happiness can be a long and lonesome ride
Yes it's hard to steer yourself
Without that someone else to take the wheel
Take the wheel

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Do you believe in the art of growing old
Do you believe that rock and roll can save your soul
Do you believe in everything you do
Because when you do that's when it all comes back to you
Before you think about yourself
Think of someone else
Do it for yourself
And do it for someone else

[Outro]
When you love someone

Yes, i can hear the words, and understand the meaning, yet, i truly wish that i and all others know what it is they are listening to, and the truth all artists are trying to say, in their ways, their gifts to liberate the you in them and the them in you. so yeah, lyrics, mean something, and yeah, i like find them important, so, either know what goes into you, or be owned by it, never hurts to make sure. right? love ya all, and thanks, , i may not always get to see or feel, but, i know you are there and crying, lieing, loving, living, dieing, and hoping for me, with me. so, yeah. thank you. blushing and smiling, cause we all, know we cry at amazing grace, and you are all, my amazing grace. i only hope i can be part of yours.

Never was a Walt sorta Kat, Though I do understand his works and his um desire which has a , distinct overlay into and onto my life, that ****... But Ezra, oh Ezra Pound, See I never even read a lick of his words, but a Picture a dear and well, um, interesting situation friend possibly, we will get to that latter, but A friend Justin Williams did a picture in Art class of Ezra, a pointillism portrait. don't have the picture on this drive but here is the original picture he was copying and it is found here: titled "73: RICHARD AVEDON 1923-2004 Ezra Pound at the Home "
https://www.liveauctioneers.com/item/1901663_richard-avedon-1923-2004-ezra-pound-at-the-home

Now ever since I saw this photo of Ezra pound Ihaving a migraine, which we have in common , I just related, to what I saw, and it was far more than a black and white picture, I saw the hues and colors of a man who was truly troubled by a knowledge, and as "Jesus" Yeshua Immanuel said in the The Nag Hammadi

Jesus said, "Let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished, and he will rule over the All."
and this I understood in the anguish in the picture and a moment one is hard pressed to hide ones true pains.
so a taste of his work, for today was the first time I have ever read it by choice of actually seeking it out. though this picture is my avatar on my OS system. funny how things are. ehh?

A Girl - Poem by Ezra Pound


The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Ezra Pound

Peter 2:2

"Like new born babies, crave pure Spiritual Milk,

so that by it you grow up in your Salvation.

Now that you have tasted ,   know that the Lord is good."


Milk?  Yes, I would love to know your Spiritual Milk, and love to share all the Spiritual Milk that I have grown to know of my own Salvation. Know thyself, and thy Milk.  only seems fitting, before one goes thinking they wish to know anothers milk. Milk of any kind,that is. For I wish follow the Spiritual Milk before I know all the beautiful milks of any love I ever hope to share my life with.    For life I intend to be sharing my all with only one person and with that one person my full and whole life, for life.   What do you wish to do friends? and what Milk do you know of thyself?  beloved in yourself, you are able and worth it. trust, you are, so act accordingly and raise that milk and tithe your ten percent to your ark

grieves lightspeed

https://youtu.be/5So-_z-jkHE

In my life I have been at times the worst person I have ever known.

At times I broke promises when they interfered  with the stupid things I wanted to do.

At times I chose to be far less forgiving to others and self than I have ever seen some of the meanest people be.

At times I have spoken harshly without care of the injury the words inflicted upon those whom did not deserve such treatment.

At times I have behaved worse than I care to ever act ever again.

At times in my life I have done everything for the most part that I despise in others and for a myriad of reasons,none of which were ever good enough to allow for such ways.

Yet I find that though I did these things and no longer have the urge or even desire to resembles them, I  would not change them, unless the same lessons could be learned without doing these things. for the value of the lessons learned are to this day still being summoned and unraveled as I realize the depth of many differing aspects of all people. now I admit, many times I truly needed my **** kicked, but I know every time I  behaved in such an atrocious manor I did so out of attempting protect myself from harming others, and lashed out in the wrong directions and ways.

I say this so as to be honest with more than just myself, but some how to do all I can to ensure that others have a simple gesture of, hey, try not do what I did, cause it does not work and in fact causes equal harm to self as it does to others.

Not that anyone care to even listen, but, we all have multiple faceted books and crannies that we some times are unaware of or forget are there and we fail to reign in on the bad parts of ourselves in time so as not to harm others.

May you have far better luck in not stumbling over the same foolish lesson as I have, and remember to setup a sign post to alert the next few people stumbling down such paths that there is a nasty hole or log in the path that can truly hurt you and even those about you, even some at great distances from you.

And maybe, just maybe we can minimize the undue and silly sufferings that indeed hurt and scar for lifetimes, that truly never needed to happen.

Just a thought and a small sign post for the next confused and profoundly confounded badass kitten all stumbling about and all goofy eyed.  werewolf feet and all.  (have you seen my feet? yeah, )

I have a date with a house and a Dead Girl.

Tip, now the question is, will she beat me or welcome me or just allow me to be?

The dreams I have are mostly rather electrolysis, crosses fingers peers up in a puppy dog look and begs, please don't whoop
my *** this time.

now unass this pitiful state of apprehension and get my hillbilly **** together so to make it for this date with a haunted house full of memories that are not all bad, urging, and a dead girl with a serious mean streak, to be  that mean one has to have a heart of gold.

looking into the mirror I reassure myself, that yes we have a heart of gold in common.  yes, a heart of gold, now just keep telling yourself, I understand , I should have been in her shoes yesterday......... oh how I know this truth all too well, of yesterdays and shoes, st. andrews hall by blind melon.

while I center this vast wondering confusion of self, I call me. others may know as that silly boy king, foolish to the end and hardly the sight for sore eyes, but still he just might be some what an okay guy. or, simply that guy with his windows rolled down. or just That guy, oh crap, no body wants to be "That Guy" umm. humm, yeah. okay. um. well at least I will be doing it while rolling this list, so, there is some saving grace... ;-) never bested by more than my silly *** self, and I'm best at that for sure. ****, that guy thing again. lol. smile, I am.

Imaginary Friends, never had them till recently, but I find that delusions can be far more than fantasy and rather a wonderful thing to embrace.  Funny, I am the only person I have ever known of that is happy with the simplest of things being simply what they are and beautiful for what they are without meeting some sort of standard or expectation. Yeah, the day my imaginary friend/s ever become real,,, know that I am happy that they are simply whom they are and not preconceived anything, Yes, the most beautiful thing to me, is the flaws of the beauty of what it is without being altered for any reason, for it , them, is made just so by the life they lived, the choices they made / make, the things they feel and do, and I choose not to read into that till such til comes that it be needed and so far when one chooses to see the beauty in something or someone for its simple truth of its self, there is never a time to arise to prejudge or expect anything other than what comes. and that, my friend is the greatest beauty and gift I can think to grace yourself and them with, for it is love whole heartedly, without a desire to alter of precieve them in any other light than the light in which they shine. so, yeah, it can be done, and is done, and will be done for one day, whether you or anyone ever know about it, I will be smiling and sharing with that beauty for eyes to see and ears to hear, one then truly sees that , I care not how things started, nor why, nor for what true end, for I see something that few might be lucky enough to see, that more has happened and transpired in this time, events, and whole saga, than one could have ever expected. and for that, I am grateful, hope you are too. cause in the end, I know I will be victorious in some wonderful way and I will get the girl, so don't dare say, you don't believe, cause friend, isn't believing what this is all truly about? and isn't, believing what with out a doubt, forms that which you live? so, yeah, I will. and I smile.   So yeah Time to roll the center a round abouts my whole of my soul... and roll away this list of tunes, with my windows rolled down too. ;-)
Full Moon Thoughts On Lavender Moon Nights In My Dreams

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VeI9lKNoM9k&index;=2&list;=PL1X51wyhBF7-q3cJh8zRJm5aMyI5WK0be

Born high banks a muddy river.

Just thought it might brighten your day as it has mine.

Muddy Waters - Johnny Winter Live (Audio)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KfJbTYjeY&list;=PL6C27QTFnkem6ZYrRH6RdOaQpYgeJEDs

In a time where communications can travel and traverse distances and speeds that make a blink of an eye seem to be that of the wagon wheel in bumpy and troublesome ways and means.

Here we find the simplest of acts, the simplest of ways, the simplest of deeds a word can create, we find it hard to decipher the means and ends to each and everyone.

We find each person seems tipped to tally the tilt kilter of any angle a must to best on any and all ends. no matter the means it stirs in the end of any beings listed and nested trust, or the fading and waning desire of most to listen and hear the actual truth or even need that be expressed.

We can call it natural a reaction, this wading pool timid timely trust that is draining in the people, for it be a reaction to the bested busting of all clear and concise communications that are to be expressed by beings capable of being the highest shelf of *****, all clear and without imperfection in the transparency one desires to achieve in being "clear" about what it is they are saying or expressing.

Now some might feel that I am speaking to or about them, No, not at all. In fact I am speaking simply of this noticeable adherence to some trend or faze it seems, ,,well, putting it nicely and putting it in a manor indicative of lacking the desire to be as vague as humanly possible when it comes to either relaying what it is they mean or what it is they even know of themselves.

Not to be confused with being rude or mean, no, not the angle of communication I am going for. Not at all.
I am going for the simple interesting actuality that we all , including myself, have been and seem to remain aloof to speaking our minds without any doubt or double speak. Why? oh hell, the reasons are vast and ranging and all full of absolute ****... for it is simply this, why put yourself out there for all to beat to hell, when no one seems to grasp the dire need to be clear and concise in this day and age? Well I must say, there is a reason.. because we are not alone in being clear, there are many whom do and many whom have and received far worse beatings, ( debatable for many but you get the point..) that utterly devastated them. and the fact that this day and age is quit literally pivotal to the survival to this entire species  called human beings. and the mix up is about the last **** thing I can think of that any of us need. but that's just me, out swinging blindly in the fog of a war over the very soul of man and myself. Not that that is any great feat, no, not at all. For it seems few are to worry over such things, yet, those who do, are some of the most amazing creatures I have ever had the privilege to know exist. For many i have yet to lay eyes upon in the flesh, yet know of their existence and continued struggles in this very same battle that rages. and rage we must, or fear going silently into the there good **** night.

So, I hope I was clear and if not, then, blame it on my fear. for fearing is one thing we all need not have in our hearts, but do not mistake, do not be foolish in thought, that that fear has no place , for indeed that fear motivates, and can sure as hell devastate the likes of hate, that is if you care to know the difference.

Smile. though we may rage into that wild wilderness of creation where few have respect for their own responsibilities in this here recreational sport, those who do, sure as hell, do it for more than them selves, in fact they do it even for you. Though, mistake no fear for the rule in and of the new laws, for many shall not have the gusted gut to hold a posture well enough to even see such beauty as the truest land and world made of and by the free, a place where suffering is considered a disease, and one that is to be a by gone memory of times only spoken of in museums and class rooms in history books. At least this is what I hope to see.

ever been haunted by things not too **** long ago you would have truly , truly
had a hard time believing existed much less, existed in your life and explained some rather terrifying aspects of your young life?

Yeah.. yeah , I am seriously having a **** dance with a haunting that has a rare ability to cause me tobe apprehensive.

Apprehensive, sword not used to subscribe many aspects of my varied and sorted self and rather annoying and perplexing personality.

So, yes. That Fun&ed; up, seriously that fun&ed; up.

And in the end of it, some how became a villain in the eyes of some that believed in me in my youth, in what at one time I thought were just very realistic dreams.

I fun*&img; wish , cause they turn out to be far from dreams far even from the safety of nightmares, for even in nightmares imagined relief in the end of the sleep and a sense of okay in the waking.

Well, that is for children and the weak of heart for where I have found my self to reside is in a broken and ever continuing desolated place where I endlessly punish myself for failings beyond my control and ability to make right in time to be of any good.

Glory, redemption, salvation and forgives .are not evergreens found in a gift shop, not broken and rusty parts left over in a salvage yard and virtually are not the soul saving and wonderful things one hopes to find at the end of ones struggled.  

No , here in this place I am becoming more aware of and a past I am slowly realizing these things seen to be non existent and in fact removed specifically for my utter enjoyment to never find. sadly, removed seemingly by my own hand.  all because I seemed to have failed a person I truly came to.love in that place or state or what ever it can be called. yeah, you can be your worst critique and your worst enemy, more than you ever know. my friends , more than you ever know.

oh lord,where do I go now, how can it be?  and date I ever ask, how could I have failed to help them so utterly miserably that I am now, only now remembering , that horror.?.   how in gods name could that happen and never think things were a normal anything ,, guess I never did, thus this lie of a life and self deprivation and punishment I placed myself in of a sham of a marriage and utter sorrow none could relieve.  and now the memories start and oh soon the pull and reeling to come, oh how I truly wish I had never been so human as to allow electricity to steal my minds memories. the treatment failed but was a success in the fact that now only I get to pay for crimes I never committed but failed to alert to it seems. what? did you think a child could really save all of us , cause we sure did. write ******* did.... and then zap I failed all too late, and goofy eyes .......

liked the hotel love and all the toys left there in, funny how fast so many split when they saw me finding all the little gets and get yous   hmm was it fun to watch?  or was it painful to know that such a fool was able to know?  curious ol 115 the room holy richard.   oh *** *** and hypodermic needles and jacked up things found there in Batman.   funny. a lot of work. just to attempt to hurt lil ok me, a fool, a no body. hmmmm

I got me a dear rico step ya danny. oops I mean a derrick stephani message.

Oh My.... The Blue and White Checkered Board Floor in that house, Memories Flooded me last night. then I awoke screaming a few things, as in my dreams I was on the walkway on my knees just distraught and terrified screaming " it was not my fault, they stole my memories, they didn't believe me and they called me a liar."   and was having full on flashbacks and bizarre dreams. coconut shavings in a can that tasted so good, they were like milk. dumbo the elephant, golden trains all on a children's book, and readings, like "broken pre ***, short and stout, here is my handle and here my broken spout" a bead girl in the marsh by the house in the dream,  the pegboard and the spotless floor blue and white keep clean, asking to go, or as we heard someone in the kitchen working and trying to hold it in. and then, watching as we drove by my grand mothers as I cry thinking, she will never know that it was not her fault and she will not know where to find me as I was doing as I was told by driver.  I remembered the taste of pennies in my mouth as my bones would bend, always wishing they would break but they would just bend. and I kept hearing," likely blew with is horn, crying wolf, crying wolf, lil boy blew,blew his silly lil horn and no one would believe all the children were torn."   yes, the house with the blue and white checkered floor seems to have triggered finally a few memories and some very intense and did I mention intense dreams.  I woke screaming and sweating a few times while sleeping in phoenix'a bed.  yeah.I could use ... yeah ... that was ... yeah.. but now I remember, and I tried, and there are parts I targeting talk about on here. yes I see ... too and the girl blue and all the....... wow intense dreams.