Let’s bomb Dresden
with the black fire
of thousands
of bookmarks
with poetry
of poets
far and
wide

-so it
goes-

and
each
side is
printed
with verse;
flip flopping
through the air
each to land on
Dresden’s ghosts.

Shoulder to shoulder you bands of brothers landed.
Code name Operation Neptune was underway.
You noble breed, not knowing what lay ahead
Just knowing that your duty was called upon.
The bugle sounded, you all answered the call
nobly you waded those waters for all.
06/06/1944 was the day.
The largest seaborne invasion in history.
Yet, you brothers in arms were not caring of history making
Just making it to the beach, alive.
I can but humbly thank you for what you all did that day,
you that lived and those that died.
What thoughts must have played in your mind.
A lone piper played throughout, what courage you all displayed.
No wonder we that came after you, leave you feeling dismayed.
Many wars have been fought since, their courage is also undenied,
but, you, you thousands on those beaches showed the world the meaning
of pride, respect and warrior.
On the beaches of Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword,
you carved a way in. To end the war.
Nobler people I doubt exist, and soon this 70th anniversary
will fade in time, but not that date of June the sixth (1944)

by my account the 20th century is still asleep,
what with the outdated publishing world,
thanks, i can buy toilet paper, cheaper, elsewhere.
i take the: you will regret it if you don't
route with five beers -
the usual: a rich neighbourhood,
great houses, **** me, love to live in one
of those, but wouldn't love to pay the electricity bill...
and doubly usual, a colt rummaging in his
emotions in a park, atypical of affluent neighbourhoods,
the young males doing the Werther: sad o me
impression... violins aplenty...
it's a sinister choke (rather than a joke)
for the reality... so he's in the park,
i'm on the pavement admiring the rich folk:
nice barns... very nice barns... shame that no one
really lives in them... forgive me, it's Saturday:
the noblemen and noblewomen are
the lesser tourists in London...
the point of ensō? to write as if holding your
breath with a thumb-up-yer-****...
all very much *** pistol worded: god give
the queen a pension... and the nutcracker
the eat end.. for some ******* and brawling...
cheeky little ****... but you walk down these streets
and think: economy squat, or squatting standing up?
or, perhaps... you keep those Victorian street lamps
and i get a good view of what pyramids multiplied
looks life? but serious, i walk enough outside of
experiment königsberg i get visual
inspiration, i forget encoding sounds in order
to do the blatant of: making people, visualise things
that aren't there...modern fiction...
or alias for schizophrenic diagnostics type A...
******* never go away... ****-poor in writing the
**** book, needs a film to give it a compound
of steroid-amphetamines...
two books... two!
high fidelity & the scarlet and the black that
encouraged me reading the books after seeing the film...
i too wish lord of the rings came out later
so i had the chance... **** reading them now...
they're like a two volume edition of Proust...
chance meeting with the meat-heads at the gym...
i'd rather be found pumping iron that reading
a two volume edition... plus... i chose a class
of associated writers... Joyce the Proust,
and Pound the lampshade....
yes, i too wish i was lefty and liberal minded...
but i'm odiously right and liberal minded:
meaning i like a drink and a joke...
we all wish to be lefty liberals -
                                   we all do...
it's what called: the key to the hole concerning
entering a playhouse where everything
is minded without political lingo -
or what Einstein did to physics -
   the butterfly and tornado...
                       the biggest croquet heap of *******
i have ever heard...
             given enough light-years... the universe
just, sorta, becomes, two-dimensional...
      so this rich kid depressed walking alone in
the park... finished my can of beer and started to
**** about with the fence...
   rattling the beer can against the fence...
for a xylophone impromptu -
  **** me, those houses grand but nothing to say
about them except for: barns...
                      scarecrow personalities and
puff here, puff gone the next lives...
who's children could enter a quiz show and tell you
more brands then countries...
    Angola is probably a mountain,
                    Trinidad is a term for lake in Swahili...
and Nike is neither a goddess nor a parasite but
    a new pair of trainers...
so under a street lamp i crushed the can of beer
and tried to aim it at the nearby trash can -
missed, waved my hand in a downward spiral
and felt nothing about keep park aesthetics pristine...
  walk a bit further... ****** on someone's garage door...
no, really, it's asleep... it's too early for those
  who are published to realise there's a modification
going on... a bit like Napster... sorta like it...
   we're bypassing clerics and censors...
****'s for free, obviously... but to actually, experience,
the ultimate freedom, wouldn't you want to do
it, even if it's for free?         the capacity to experience
    full freedom, without a profit margin,
without even caring if the thing sells, or doesn't...
with paper priced at about 30 quid per month
and unlimited ink?
                                     always... at the turn of any
given century... there are those still recycling
the previous century's ideas in order to simply
buy televisions... no wonder the television
is a hypnotic eye of shadows according to
Plato's puppets' experiment -
       rich house, poor house...
                         it's all the same.
sure, i published a book, but the drugs are in
instant access - it's the only true reality of what
was once deemed the Schengen principle -
obviously that doesn't include people, but ideas...
as once, travelling to Glencoe, in a Scottish fish shop
a three layered tier of importance:
  c. the people who talk about other people (gossip)
   are < b. the people who talk about
                    events (journalism), who in turn
   are < a. the people who talk about ideas...
         Scotland... a village chip shop... and that as a
"bumper"sticker in the window... i must be in heaven.
but those people in journalism and the publishing
industry forgot, or quiet simply undermined
the privilege of being able to exploit an environment
so adamantly - they forgot that the internet is
not about making a buck - who would want to make
money in a completely free environment?
               bypassing the many rules and regulations
  of creativity's fatalism, and the author's right to
buy a kettle or a washing machine?
                               if you were to ask me:
where can i get clean mineral quality water?
          i'd tell you where, i know where to find it,
takes about three miles to get to the source,
but i could show you were to find mineral quality water.
i'm giving them 50 years... 50 years before
the now free movement of ideas entices the authorities
to introduce censorship of some kind...
                    at the moment it's all true and really
Schengen... in principle, as in practice -
         because, there's, no, desire, for, making, a, profit...
is that noble? well, n'ah... it's more or less:
         for the love of something that, with due hope,
will **** you con. all expectations for seeing the summer
solstice for the 70th count-to-remember summer -
    and all that arthritis handshakes with shadows -
as ever: the turtle reached his 100th birthday  -
  synthesising nothing -
            man reached his 70th birthday having analysed
all the potentials to prolong his life,
        synthesised the 70th year,
          without really analysing the allocated 30...
and for all that science, and hope for celebrating an
achievement of the total human endeavour -
left the rotten wrinkly ******* in their own faeces
and ****... because, well... not analysing the world
with only 30 years to spare... wisdom, suddenly appeared
at the age of 60... but this sort of analysis was
a bit like saying: just be happy with your synthetically
prolonged life...
                                because how many people, these days,
can claim to have acquired the analytically prolonged
life of the ancient Greeks? null.
                   as it stands: people live up to
a prolonged age... with the ***** avalanche pulverising
them to die as soon as possible...
               almost like the fruit of knowing good
and evil... the conjunction already plays the narrative joke:
                  not: good from evil...
   but: good and evil...                                so are we to
expect a differentiation? no!            we will do both
simultaneously -
                                   **** seeking justice in the mouth
of another human with a justice whip -
            i want to experience theocracy in the intended
format - i.e. hearing it from the horse's mouth -
               and since the horse isn't here...
   i'll just watch the theocratic cinema of Syria for
the moment... and see how democracy perpetrates
idea worship - for what's left of the twilight engulfed idols.

.                      The Garden of John Rose, 1795 - Anonymous:                        .
December 5, 1830-29 in London, USA and United Kingdom; Now officials are advertising that in 1894 Christie Turlington turns 70: Articles of life and relationships of others. He wrote the deity and worshiped the son and the harvest. There was peace and had big hands. And they will also contribute 11. This is good science; 1 After the temple of the Prince, there is no peace for us to create anything; I make lip fruit; Peace, peace, I have created the fruit of lip: peace; I make lip fruit; Peace, peace, and at the same time need one after the other, although the egg is full of eggs. But despite many mothers having Albania, the girl should know, even if half of the part is treated in the first hairs of warmth. Finger thumb 1 girl liked it, liked it and we have heard that fierce hangover kisses fierce. The book comes from ships and devils this morning. He said early in the morning that it was destroyed or even destroyed, even a group has been given importance; Keep the trees and investor good The best standard barriers to the original image; I do not want to add 1 that he was always the same and he could have created five principles, the real secret of that time - HD - black like a black, ******* and a huge gap. The 19-year-old man was well heard and violent, and violence in the morning and forests of the union were sent to violence, but what did my friend say he said: What is the girl against God's will that she is unclean in life? He sees the young person in the world that he is seen today at the beginning of the crime, but with a moving dog, Soda, as a troubled stranger of a company, for Calgary guests, depending on the wooden pieces for those who love him, the husband likes this week, to be Cerebral. And the socks were outside the wall, it was one of the separate orders of the chain, oh, always in the terminal section. The big difference is that continuous ******* is harmful for their shelter, so that when they were not able to enter the musical instruments immediately from about six in 1976, and in December (...) and (799) 5-18 years fast with the 1795- 9 - Judy's book - What's the point of the hoot, papa? The focus of the article on George Rossetti's products for prayer for Christina "and" and "memories" focus on the author 1. All Aggadot 2. History. Local information on the Talmud (note 19) within a few years, at the end of the day, the HD "HD" nature website. Violence and power and blood circulation. Easy. ****** Airspace; So far, the Germans did not like Woodrow Wilson, 30, Ralph Lauren and [and / or] having the opportunity to test it. It's a nice 3D 2x2 "Saint Diego," I do not know "(1) Tulsa, English, French or American Gold Rush," Two Million "- Cicero and William? ||||||||||||||||| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||| || and 'no' '||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| More pitch ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Hit hard, gets worse with comfort, ***** spy you ***** Aurelius **** and tone man tattooed sodomized, notorious, **** - 18 year old pornstar Boss Wannabe throat Love taking every day, bad day, blocking the mouth and ****, by a rough Ayani 1. B. Do not be afraid - you are responsive to changes in 4 3 2 1|

"We hope we will forget about the changes. Are you enrolling? Unfortunately, 1, clash, I think at the end 1. When the gods
will be a party of members of the k-pop music scene. "- CLC, &c.

                      In The Garden of John Rose 1795 - Anonymous:
December 5, 1830-1929 Now in London, United States and the United Kingdom Now proponents of time-travel are advertising that in 1894 Christie Turlington will turn 70. Places and communications with others. He rejected the gods and buried his son and his harvest. You have peace and great respect. And they will help again at 11 with good understanding. There is no peace behind the governing temple that we can create. I give you the fruit of my lips. I have created peace, peace, and purpose. Peace. I give you the fruit of my lips. Peace, peace, and at the same time, one after the other, although the cells are full of eggs. However, although many mothers are Albanian, the girl must know, even if half refers to the first hairstyle. Finger to thumb, 1 girl likes her, loves her, and we hear the pain she's giving in blowing. The letter comes from ships and demons this morning. He said that early in the morning he was destroyed or even destroyed, especially showing the team. Keep Woods and Investors The best barriers to the original image. I do not want to add 1 that it's always available, and that you can create five directions - the real secrets of that time, like dark black and bigger designs. The eight-year-old boy was well known for violence and violence in the morning, and the unified forests were under violence, but what did my friend say? "What is the girl doing against God's will that she is unclean in life?" He saw a young man in the world who saw the beginning of the crime, but an ongoing dog, Soda, as a company grieved the stranger, for Calgary guests, hanging on the trees for his loved ones, her husband loves this week, Cerebral in her Pantyhose. The biggest difference is that the sanctions having been harmful to their shelters can not be accessed from the sixth grade in 1976, and in December (...) and (799) 5-1 at age 8, 1795-9 - Judy Brooke. The main theme of the article is about the product of George Rossetti's Christina "and" and "memories" for prayer. 1. All Aggadot 2. History: Local information about the Talmud (note 19) over the last few years, at the end of HDHD. Violence, force, and blood flow. Easy: ****** Airspace; For that time, Germans did not like Woodrow Wilson, 30, Ralph Lauren and to test. It's a 3D 3D 3D 3Dxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx­xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxc '|||||||||||||||||:) And, 'There are No' |||||||||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| ||||||||||| and 'no' '|||||||||||||||||||||||| '|||||||||||||||||:) And, 'There are No' |||||||||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| '|||||||||||||||||:) And, 'There are No' |||||||||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| '|||||||||||||||||:) And, 'There are No' |||||||||||| || || || || || || || || || ||||| || || | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | || There are more festivals |||||||||||||||||||||||||| ظلمة العربية |||||||||||||| ||||||||| | | | | | | | | | | |||||||||||| Prunes Pryax ****** Rollers Inside Russian Black Sado-Mazo Luster With Machine, With Black ***, ***, ****** Tutorials: Boss Wannabe from Tangier Loves Everyday, Even Bad Days, Block Your Mouth and **** With Your Hair Length 1. B. Do not be afraid, you answer to the changes in 4 3 2 1 ...

"We hope to forget about the change.          Do you write?
Unfortunately, 1, conflict, I think at the end of 1. The gods
Party listening to k-pop, music scene members. "- CLC, Sec.

John's Rose Garden in 1795 - Anonymous - 1830 ~ December 5, 1929,
in London, the United States and Britain warned their collaborators
at Turlington's 70th in 1894. Communicating with the furthest places and others. While buried, he pushes the son and the harvest. We raise peace. 11 to them again, I will help you. There is no rule that can be passed on later.
And it will be on my lips. I am a peace created by his will and purpose. peace. And it will be on my lips. An egg filled with peace and another movie soon. But there are a lot of things to be done about Africa, mothers and girls, and if they are related to the first power loan, you need to know the middle. Thumb's finger rule, one girl wanted it, and she loved it, but gave a painful *******. This is a letter from their ship and is a letter from anyone in the morning. He said early in the morning the team would be destroyed or destroy. Maintain your image by investing in the most original forest barriers. I do not want to add one that's always available. And to the old design in the dark direction, you can make a real mystery of time in five directions. The 8-year-old boy was famous for violence, violence in the morning, but there was only one person who suffered the violence, but what did he say to his friend? "Who is this woman doing God's will in your life?" He saw a young man who saw this crime steadily as a dog. The company's carbonated beverages had guest immigrants in Calgary, hanging from the trees were their loved ones, and this week I was loved by a hole in pantyhose... The biggest difference is that it is sanctioned to injure the family in 6th and 7th grade (1976) and 8th grade (799), 5-1, 1795-9 - Stress Brooke out. Aggadot 12. History: A place to provide information about the HDHD Talmud (Reference 19) over the years. Violence and bloodshed are easy: ****** Airspace, then Woodrow Wilson, 30, Ralph Lauren, and the Germans and Japanese who have not attempted to conquer any more. 3D 3D 3D 3D 3D |||||||||||||| And: 'No,' ||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||­||||||||||||||| ||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| And: 'No,' |||| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| ||||||||||||||||||| : 'No,' ||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||| And: 'No,' ||||||||| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | || There are more festivals |||||||||||||||||| ظلمة العربية ||||||||| ||||||||| | | | | | | | | | | |||||||||| Rollerface cuts Pyrex Russian Black Sado-Mazo polished *** machine, Black J's love address is a warlord in Tangier, and also a bad day's mouth and elder hair length, B. Shutdown 1. Do not be afraid.

"I hope you forget about the change." Reading?
Unfortunately, I'm only at the end of the first deity, 1
kpop music party with the members of CLC, Cross ur fingers.

1795 Jan Roseab's Garden anonymous
December 1830 from December 1929, the United States and Great Britain in London in 1894. Turlington Collaboratively raised at 70-year-old, even though she was buried, her son had conquest constraints. We will make peace at 11. I can help again. Later, no rules can be bent. And he will be
my Peace, which is based on its plan and purposes. السلام عليزم And he will be my Whole Finger and other films of peace. If you do not do anything with Africa, the mother of the girl and you with join the first crop, your center must be new. The ruler of the throne, the woman kissing him, loving him, and killing him. This sheet is a sheet from sheet to sheet. He said it would be the worst loss of destruction in the morning. Your image must be retained at the current level. I do not want to say anything that is always available. As in the older designs, my design can create the secrets of time in five directions. An eight-year-old boy was initially known for violence and more violence and as one who experienced violence, but what does he want to do with his friend? "What is this woman who will serve God in your life?" He saw a young man he saw as a starter, like a dog. Free American companies came from visiting their beloved Whispering in Calgary, and he wore pantyhose like he was beloved. After Brooke's family does it - it's a big difference between the 6th and 7th, are (1976) and the 8th year (799) 5-1, or it's 1795-9. Aggadot 1-2. History: This page provides information about the term HDD. ******, Woodrow Wilson, Ralph Lauren, who are not German, who are especially violent and bleed. 3D 3D 3D 3D ||||||| A: "No, ||||||||||||| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||| ||||||||||||||| A: "No, |||| ||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||| |||||||||| "No, ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||" No, |||||| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | || There are more fees |||||||||| ظلمة العربية ||||||| |||||||| | | | | | | | | | | |||||||| simple black eyes on Roller punks of Russian-Polish origin enjoying the *** machine that is considered the black Jung's address, also a bad smell from the mouth and too long hair length. Láska koniec 1. nedeje"

I'm sorry, I am at the end of the first god, 1
Collect melodies with CLC members, Criss-Crossed Fingers.

1795 Mr. Jan Roseab is overweight: December 1830 from December 1929, United States and Britain in London in 1894. Thuringia was wounded by my wife of eighty-eight years old, even if he had been buried, his son was beaten in war. We will be of age at 11. I can help again. Later, no rules will be respected. And that will be your Peace, which depends on your proposed purpose. And this will be my finger, and other pictures of peace. If you do not do anything with Africa, mother and daughter with your first disappointment, your company must be new. The real ruler, a woman who kissed, loved her and killed. It's good to keep order. He said the worst thing in the morning was destruction. Your image must be stopped at the current level. I do not want to say something that is always available. As in traditional in traditions, my culture can create the secrets of time in five directions. An eight-year-old boy is known for violence and violence for the first time is known as a person who is violence, but what do you want to do with your friend? "Is this woman serving you her life?" He saw a boy who saw him as a singer, like a dog. American companies come from their favorite Weiser in Calgary, their hair as long as possible. After Brooke's family - this is the major difference between 6 and 7 in 1976 and 899 years (599), or 1795-9. Aggadot 1-2. History: This page provides information about the hard disk. ******, Woodrow Wilson, Ralph Lauren, non-German, which is very rough and ******. 3D 3D 3D ||||||| A: "No," ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||| Are you there? |||||||||||: A: "No," |||| '|||||||||||||||||||||| '|||||||| |||||||||| "No, is this is not?" ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| No, |||||| || | | | | | | | | | | | || || | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | ||| More money, We |||||||| Customize ||||||| |||| Black and white eyes, The Russian and Polish roller bearings originate from a compatible machine that lies in the black box of the Jungian, and throughout the sun's length, It is good. "Laska koniec 1. nedeje"

Today is the 70th anniversary of D-day.

We will never forget all who fought for us,
We will always remember them.

Everyone who fought, died, were injured and those who survived will always be in our memories. They fought so we could live life the way we want to.

Although I don't know anyone who fought personally in the terrible battle in June on the Normandy beaches, I am still thankful and grateful for all those men who lost their lives and fought for us... we will remember them and never forget what they did and what they gave up for us.

Today is the 70th anniversary of D-day.

We will never forget those who fought for us to live the life that we have now.

We will remember them.

70 anyos ka don gakabuhi
Sugod sang mabun-ag diri tubtob nagradwar sa UP
Halin sang magkapamilya asta sa pulitika ginpili

43 ka tuig ka don nga pulitiko
Nagserbisyo sg mayo kg wala eskandalo
Ang ngalan malimpyo kg palangga sg tawo

32 anyos don ang buluthuan nga imo ginpatindog
Ang CapSU-Dumarao nga padayon nagapanikasog
Madamo na ka beses nga ginbagyo kg ginlinog

20 ka gobernador na sang ikaw magpungko
Ugaling ikaw guid ang may nabuligan sg damo
Gani para sa akon ikaw ang “Kampeon sg mga Capizeño”

13 ka president don ang imo naagyan
Sugod sa ti-on sg ikaduha nga digmaan
Asta sa ti-on sg tadlong nga dalan

2 na ang binalaybay nga halad ko sa imo
Kay ikaw indi guid madula sa akon painu-ino
Gob. Tanco, ikaw sa guihapon ang akon idolo!

1 duman ini ka maragtason nga ti-on
Kay ang Amay sg CapSU-Dumarao ara sa guihapon
Nagbuylog kg nagtambong sa amon pagtililipon!

-10/14-15/2014
(Dumarao)
*for Gob. Tanco’s 70th Birthday

Peri Kousmos became effective with the thunderous lightning and mighty deluges, huge exhalations of fire Spiritu et Igni began with all the beads from the bottom of the sea rising by the seven suns that were duplicated odd, and even on the firmament of Agios Andreas. It was three o'clock in the morning of the antipode, and a splendorous halo with seven satellites that had at their summit the tops of roosters on some resplendent rays, which covered the meridian of a Demiurge that existed erected and frozen, opened over paradise. on the Peri Kosmou or Reference of the World of metamorphosis. Spuriously the emanations of the pamphlet that began to move from its geological boundary were made where everything was silenced and bruised in the compact parts, with all the wandering parts that wanted to enter under the ***** of the islet that was becoming spiritually. The Necromancer Monograph or work was violently prostrated in the four elements of nature with the geodesy of Vernarth, towards the Mandragoron Surveying for when Vóreios slipped into Nótos when Borker and relaxed both senses, then Dyticá with the demiurge Leiak relaxed from the Equinoctial of the Aftó, to fork through the narrow spaces and finally rise in an eternal vertical, whose center was relieved of a non-bellicose admission in a tremolo that wanted to shudder and defer from an extreme like the Eplinctae that made them move obliquely, the Stymphalos came out from the meanders, then the Brastae earthquakes bubbled from the Notós de Borker when he held them on the straight that contorted on the lacerated ones, later with the observation shot of Theus when the subsidence of the ground with the Hizematiae held them evidently parapsychological. Vikentios did the logistics of bridging the lands that were opened and divided around the perimeter, Marie des Allées held them with great force the ground that naively used to quiet for ephemeral moments with the Astae earthquakes, until Wonthelimar appeared and became effective in the verticality that expanded when it sank due to its shaking with the Palmatiae, and finally Vernarth bellowed with disgusting gutturals so that they would react to the Mycetas earthquake, which was exhaled from disgusting visions of the Peri Kosmou evidencing incidental paragraphs of Apollo, which although he understood of analogous emanations that seemed to be demonic plasmas of the aldehyde in the Valley of the Pleisto close to the Phocis. The sublunar pretended to have tangible oracles through the gasifications of the original Epiclintae earthquake that moved them towards the meanders where the bronze birds awaited the precepts of the Saint to take an advance on the celestial kingdom. This implied that the nature of the Stymphalos would require the sensory stimulation of the golden cowbell of the *** to stimulate them in their gift of flight, with their heavy wings that rested at the right angle to later draw on the cavities.

The sky was beginning to disappear and in the fissures that the Dyticá de Leiak line leaned, the shores of the sea were rearranged to assist them by magnifying the supine lines with the vertical ones, within the microseisms that began to increase from the earthquake, avoiding breaking the surface who was still generously supporting them by the cross of Patras that was he bilocated with his five-meter golden cross, up to his goddaughter island with the little finger of the Apostle Andrew. From here in the surface of the earth would be ajar when cracked by the little finger of the Apostle, then he would leave in his hand a minimal piece of earth so that they could be preserved from the cataclysm, and be redeemed by the bronze birds. Only in this way was the revived earth aware of what was happening, and let it escape in the concrete stones that had evaporated from the apostle, only letting in some bursts of the Metelmi that interlaced by springs of the lusters of the sublunar cycle, which intermingled with the land and the ocean, and the fire with the scalded air. The rebellions of the Mega Seism transferred them in psychic divergences towards the Palmatiae earthquake, which recovered the edge of the pilgrims who did not manage to attend the course of the Mashiach holocaust when they were apprehended by this force of the Palmatiae earthquake on the path of Bethany. From the valley of the Pleisto the uproar effects of Golgotha were counteracted, and from Patras when the sense of the earthquake shone on Vernarth's Mycetias in the 70th Earthquakes with the reverberated waves that flared in the verb, and in the guttural lows that They freed themselves from the subsoil, when the substrates of the mother's possession forged discrepancies of order or Kousmos, having to be reissued with so much rapture and sordid frenzy of the verb that did not recognize him from the stench of the waves that rose from the creeping subsoil, like a cobra that smiled linearly through the eyes of the fire conjured by the infected, and with the disproportionate deviations of the adjective, where salvation was the correct invocation where it has not been seen in the pharynx of the cobra, which struck itself in the impetuous fierceness of the burning global balance. The Peris Kosmou or reference of the World was compared with the paragraph that the evangelizing writings indicated with the chromatic, and not with the adverb when the fiery red of the Mycetias Seismic went directly to his fetid belly with halitosis to fully protect the wounded and Marie des Vallés with the reasons for the vertical and horizontal movement of the “Brastae and Epiclintae”.

A 70th Birthday Poem

My mother had a series of rules
     by which we lived
And by which I think I still do

For instance,
     to keep my brothers and I from fighting
         fighting to cause star-shaped pain,
two-dimensional and primary colored, like on Batman
         fighting to cause welts from
rising like tectonic plates heralding the end of Pangaea
         fighting to bring forth blood
     red blood
      red blood
       burgundy and green and iridescent blood
she said,
         “As long as you’re laughing when you hit them,
it doesn’t count,”
     and it became true
     as the forced, adrenaline-driven guffaws
           tumbled up and over one another
            like rocks shattering one another
              into pebbles exfoliating one another
                into sand
     white and soft and meandering
seaside to tomorrow and forever.
         Know what I mean?

My mother had a series of rules
     by which we lived
And by which I think I still do

For instance,
     to keep from clashing
in a fashionable/unfashionable dissonance,
it’s important to remember:
     “Just because two things are red,
doesn’t mean they’re the same,”
or blue or white or black
     that when held together like paint swatches
each holds a different value,
         and the painter tries to make the best choice
because a purple shirt can be pretty,
     but . . .
“Nobody wants to live in a purple house.”  
         Right?

My mother had a series of rules
     by which we lived
And by which I think I still do

For instance,
     housecleaning should be done to a polka,
or not at all
         joyfully or begrudgingly
as best suits the cleaner
         and the polka,
     because . . .
“Doesn’t a little accordian make everything better?”
         Well, doesn’t it?

My mother had a series of rules
     by which we lived
And by which I think I still do

For instance,
     today is the 31st anniversary
         of her 39th birthday
     just as it will soon be
            the 15th anniversary
         of my 29th birthday

Of *course, it is.

There is a burning sensation right behind the optic nerves of my eyeballs
I have reached 52th and Amsterdam, I am still blocks away from the Cathedral
I told the woman not to wear heels, impractical as they are,
I hope God is noticing the bleeding callouses on her feet.
I can’t walk inside the Cathedral,
for me I am already in it,
this city as an honest temple of man,
in all it’s raw scarring and beauty.
    
  Months go by.
I am nowhere near the apartment off 70th and Amsterdam
There is still a burning behind the optic nerves of my eyeballs
It is frustrating. I have
been recording a song for hours
trying to replicate the static of the waves near the ocean bay
trying to somehow enunciate my words
while still being the right pitch

it is hard
and I am pleasing no one.
And so now I write a poem about it,
listing away all the curious mundanity
of all of it.

I’m spending the Christmas holiday with Lisa and her family in NYC.

My parents are finishing 2021 in Africa, with “Doctors Without Borders.” “Step” (my step father) is a heart surgeon and my mom is an anesthesiologist, so they’re a traveling, self contained, double-dutch, operating theater. Yep, now that they’ve shuffled-off the dead weight of their children - they can finally have some FUN.

Here, in NYC we’re back in restrictive spaces as we face-down Omicron this holiday - but I still feel free. Our course work’s been dumb, but now we’ve escaped the strangling, slavery of tedious days - forget hours of reading, fact-sheets, writing essays, and solving chemistry equations - we’ve got 25 days of Christmas vacation!

Lisa’s having a sleepover tonight, friends Will and Karen are coming up (Lisa lives on the 50th floor, they live on the 46th) and we have every distraction known to man.

Tonight was supposed to be the building (220) Christmas party - a formal wear Christmas ball - with a live orchestra - but now (thanks Omicron) it’s an elevator party - we’ll go up to the 70th floor, pick up goodie bags and dinners then return yo-yo like, to Lisa’s.

We can escape our interior habitat to a large balcony where it’s windy and 34 degrees. The sky is a clear black, like an inverted cup of coffee and the stars look French. The city lights dazzle like a billion stars surrounding the black hole of Central Park.

Lisa’s dad is explaining to Karen (10), in some detail, how his shiny,  deluxe, outdoor barbeque - with it’s lid open like a radar dish, can detect reindeer and send updates to his phone in real-time - but Karen looks skeptical.

I hope you all have a wonderful, safe, Christmas and that the reindeer find you wherever you are.