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I Slam into History from 14 years ago
Monday, February 23, 2026
8:14 AM
Presentation by Fred Donner.
Prophetic prophecy transcription
- off on my own tagent gentlingly-
Allah, God, Elohim, transfiguration
dawn beseechment to the one will,
destiny's chosen few, sorted out ones,
frumpious bandersnatched raptured-ists
Naughty or nice, kind or unkind evillive ev
er even after all kinds follow our war leaders,
Ra ra ra. Prophecy is everywhere, where we are,
swimming through historic runoff, whence we be
the opposing force, the mind behind Christmas, we
used to make children let be while we recollected us,
ourselves abused by inverted latin definity res publica
school of experience, college of legislavitif naif waif
bat that old ****** eye, give a nerd a fantasy, get Jeffy,
Jefe, the old way, why, with fire power, of course, boys,
are boys, never wise, but a few, a select few, of course,
sorted so weird a way as to feel a social duty, a must be
Belushi level direct from ah- the unutterable mortal nomus
domus ********** reservation, home turf, so to think as we
whose war cry has ever been, hey
yah weh, hey, hey, yah, ya way we pray, we prey, we thank
we think and we dance and we all say let us become as one
in soul and spirit, in mind and ****** necessities as one kind,
thinking we have occurred, as such, essential weforms being
heavy on the old side, the world's longest stretch off peak,
third tier history, the ancient city, the discovery of Phosphorus
weighty bundles of science, mere knowings used for living right,
take out phosphorus, it's over for us, so
the answer found is most certainly not martian, but heinleinian
not Mars, no, that is funny though, war imagines its own solution.
Wisdom is justified in her offspring.
FTA, is a finished book, and I happened, as it were, as haps still do
happen upon happiest occasions, per haps as chances are rationed,
each once, each honed most point, frictionalized to Koontzian po'boy
aim, set, read this book, Naked Jungle, bloop, bloop 1952, oh, boy,
MAGA zine, squawking blue jay squeezing the mic, thrice bled,
Longines watch for my nineteenth birthday, the night, I lost,
my link back to a wonder filled bubble one might imagine, just as
we did to become wondering ifs, just ifs, working ifs, just as ifs,
what ifs, solid whatsits, those have uses, reason being balance,
situ
weigh wait situ
zazen so we wait state
wezone---*+-+
fear of falling, taken out of chance, to practice, daily drill, feel
the pattern, watch winds work clouds, and dogs work kids on bikes,
laugh at remembering remembering long dead loved one's stories.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC
Experienced, Jimi,
all my patience be
in my fingers memory
where we all make believe,
one day, after ever begins,
untying tales tied through
ever from mere best wishes,
muttered as some thing like
wishing, and breathe-ing, thunk
thanks, thanks received, re thunk,
Lincoln's melancholy deception,
counter punched determination,
remember wonder when it was so real
wonder where it went when, she, so real
opened my cell door to say good bye,
asreal as any angelic logic circuitry,
trial by jello time, daily trudge, down
to the bottom of the backside
of sysiphian quotidian key
uses fructifying from fresh sown pollen,
swelling buds be Pretti Good to think
winds outside somewhere cold, think nope,
as we inside co-here, musing, thinking, hope,
as we trope cognative gesture letting us be a we
presiding windform swirl in mind, cloudy litly see,
gray granite breakers resisted in the east, as a we
still affected by an artist's tryumph, as if, as a we
we all actually needed Michael J. Fox, to give us
a wonder filled with ifs and whats wished for us.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
~
*A blood promise
On the threshing floor
--a strand named Skull of Sidon.
The sunset passage
No longer a place for them,
The acceptance of absolute negation
Remedios the beauty.
Saint Fishermen churn in the waves
Crushing grapes from the estate,
Even the girl with the silver eyes,
Only then will their house be blessed.
Women uncharted,
But prisoned on watery shore,
Hum a silent prayer.
This is atonement day,
May grace be with them
In all the days ahead.*
~
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
Purple Amethyst
Beneath my tongue, keeps me from
Inebriation
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
To me, this sounded so final and trite,
But his wife, she said, left him,
Cause she couldn't be a wife.
There's a fine epitaph to carve,
On the stone above his life:
*My wife, they say, left me,
Cause she couldn't be a wife;
That's all she ever wanted,
To be this dead man's wife*.
A couple passing by the script,
Might read an enigmatic drift.
What kind of wife, the woman asked,
I wonder what he meant by that.
One who'd drink and drink some more,
Smoke and eat and grow so fat
On Caesar's Salad and chocolate.
Could she nurse through any sickness;
See it for what it is;
For what it was;
Work with the outcome,
Not the cause.
And yet, it's true, all along,
He wasn't in control.
Not abuse, or waywardness,
But the drink that dries the soul.
What could that wife do
In the fight.
They each promised,
Each meant each life;
Does she get to choose the sickness?
What kind of wife gets to pick it?
I know he didn't give objection,
As many husbands do,
When she raised ablutions
To false gods she eschewed;
They promised on the temple pinnacle
That all is theirs, if she submits,
To the pyramids that promise riches.
Till death do us part.
Now that's a lark,
In a song of lament.
She could have been any wife
She'd deem to choose in her life;
She chose,
For a limited time,
On a definition
He declined.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
An Old Wives' Tale:
Hello Canton of Neuchâtel
Bitter homecoming
What's your spell?
Decay
This way
Pearly Russian Doll
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder
But your dreams spill from the glass
Sawn asunder
Your holy relic, O Green Fairy
With honey on the brim
Wormwood berry
How now
Brown cow
Bombinate
Swiss Miss
Relocate
Exploratrice
A wreath for your head
Glass slipper for your foot
Ah yes, to sleep in your magical bed
Laisse tomber!
Laisse tomber!
Sodden your soul
And **** all other Lanfray
Otherwise, this rue of earth will
Swallow you whole
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
From old women, even if it is a name;
This is incorrect, despite the fact that
For those who buy five if you can handle it;
is it if not? On the other hand. instructions:
The women and John were sitting
on the wall of Tel Megiddo the ancient
city, making up a message
located in northern Israel near Kibbutz
Megiddo about 30 km southeast of Haifa.
Megiddo is known for its historical,
geographical and theological
importance, especially
since the Greek name is Armageddon. . .
If a girl is a girl, the girl is a ******
Girls, girls, girl? some philosophy
in revelation in Camp Oregon and
other birds? And when they are still
young. They also have grrls and
Apple Computers is one of the following:
In women, sixteen years in the Lord,
see that the sign must be completed;
Lord, I
Of the older ones, although they have a name;
This is not true despite their knowledge.
For women; Wizards, if you can bring it, if not?
On the other hand. Instructions: Women
And John is sitting on a red tree
If she is a girl, she is the ****** she expects;
Girls, girls, girls? same philosophy
Revelation concerns women and children.
Camp Oregon and other birds? export
All young people have a lot at the same time.
An Apple computer is one of the following:
Women of sixteen
see that the sign must end; Oh god please!
Area - Small pumps for engine construction,
For those who do not, "Inanna and Ivan,
This is the moment when she prays forever.
Safety and wealth, Wayne in Christian Dior -
the power of musical intelligence
uh, g16? Ride Hoodie 2 Ri, St. Ignatius,
Joshua, Brad, Timothy, man and hair
Osaka - AHI Main Course, Akatia Base
Contact Bob Payne Kingpower Paying
Hugh Aaron; Now Kingston was wrong.
Yuan Messages about dear people;
Revelation in the camps, Oregon
and other birds? Export all titles
and mothers but when you go,
go young at the same time they have grrrls;
An Apple computer is one of the following:
Sixteen women. According to Mr.
see the sign must end; Oh god please
AACC, Canada, USA Matt, Matt, San Diego;
Robert Burns, Kozak Arch of Fire, Sao Paulo,
Indian Robert Blake and Spain, Asia, Italy,
Anthony Canada Madras Black Safari
USA, Pakistan and Tajikistan -
Irises are older women of the URIAH, although
this is the name; this is not true despite
their knowledge. For women; Wizards,
if you can bring it, if not? On the other hand.
Instructions: Women and John sitting
on a red tree If she is a girl, she is the ******
she expects; Girls, girls, girls? The same
philosophical Revelation concerns
women and children in the camp, ****
and other birds? export all young apple
computers MA.
Sir, I pray for women, although
they have a name; right; Buy five,
If you can bring more on the other hand.
Instructions: Women and John is sitting
on a red tree.
If she is a girl, she is the ******
she expects; Girls, girls, girls? Same
vision; Publication of reports on women
and children in camp, Oregon
and other birds? export all young people
on an Apple computer are
of the following: according to God
The checkbox must be filled; |God is praying
Small pumps for engine design for those who not
"Inaso and Ivan, have one hour of security
and wealth. Wayne Christian Dior - The Musical
Strength = Oh, G16? Ride Hoodie 2Ri, Ignatius,
Joshua Beard, Timofey, man and steps
ah, paying for Kingpay Hugh Aaron;
***** Minor Now Kingston is mistaken
Huang, he created a respected user.
Oregon residents have no discovery
And other birds? Export all headers
and moms but when you go, go young
At the same time you have grrrls
An Apple computer is one of the following:
According to God, sixteen years old;
Make sure the character is full; God
is praying: AACC, Canada, USA Matt,
Matt, San Diego; Robert Burns, Kosaka
Firemen, Sao Paulo, India, Robert Blake
and Spain, Asia, Italy, Anthony Canada
Madras Black Safari, USA, Pakistan
and Tajikistan - Irish cheers; Right; Buy
five and seven women; Wizards,
if you can bring it, if not? On the other
hand. Instructions: Women
And John is sitting on a red tree
If she is a girl, she is the ******
she expects; Girls, girls, girls? Some
vision reports on women publishing
in Oregon and other birds?
Export all young people who can
bring grrrls to god; God is praying for them
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
A father shapes and molds his daughter.
A husband ought polish his wife.
But, only when a woman realizes her worth and value
will she shine beautifully.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
I knew her when
She learned her letters;
She liked me too.
We shared a tent;
Followed the sparks fading in the full moon's face.
Draped water over our skins at midnight.
She bickered with her mother,
Whom she mothered today.
She once had a mole
Only we two knew.
I knew her then.
That's the fact of it.
She rebelled,
Then surpassed naysayers and detractors.
I knew her, then.
Got to know her at her best-
A sharer, and keeper,
One who wasn't one to rest.
I knew her without discretion;
Like when she partied at Mardi Gras,
Wearing string-beads, blowing saxes,
Something she never spoke of.
Then, this cannot be her.
I knew her, and,
I didn't know.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
Bella wife of Albus
looks over the wall
at Annona's villa
the sea below
waves crashing
against the rocks below
gulls in flight
sky a blue
light and cloudless
Amy Annona's slave girl
stands back a bit
but close to Annona
Albus leaves soon
for some campaign of Caesar's
Bella says
is Marcus to leave too?
Annona looks at Amy
taking in her loveliness
how she stands there
near the wall
not far from her
yes he told me last night
Annona says
feeling a sense of happiness
rise in her like a small stream
let loose suddenly
after being blocked
I shall miss him
Bella says
I always do when he's away
being in my bed alone at nights
trying to keep things in order
the household
the slaves
the affairs of duty and visits
how do you cope
while Marcus is away?
Annona puts on
her sad face and says
it is hard and I am often
at a loss and sleepless nights
(she looks at Amy)
and the villa to maintain
and look forward to his
quick return
(she dreads his return
like a foul illness)
I do too
Bella says
when Albus is home
I am like a young girl again
running to him at his feet
and he lifts me up
and well between you and me
he and I make love so much
that first few days
I can barely stand
and she laughs
Annona laughs too
and Amy looks
at the sea below
and senses Annona's eyes on her
and wants her master Marcus
soon gone so she
and her mistress
can go to bed again
and make love in their own way
and feel each others'
bodies close and kiss
and lay there in each other's arms
knowing Marcus knows
she shares her mistress's bed
while he's away
to prevent rumours
of any disloyalty
on Annona's part
Bella still laughs
and Annona stares at Amy
standing by the wall
looking down at
the sea and waves
gulls over head
sky blue
thinking a message to Amy
I want you
love you.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
I am rich from all the things I have lost
Vanishing into a mist of missed opportunities
The knowledge lies inside, quiet like a lake
When he leaves for battle my skin aches and breaks
We take on our true form when they're gone
Layers of flesh fall to the ground
Underneath this tiny heart a dragon rises from the ground
I open yellow eyes and wake
Tough skin and deadly claws
You smiled at me and disappeared
For many years I will guard alone
The tiny home we call our own
Shed my skin and try on a new soul
Thousands of years old and rusted to the bone
My soul springs awake, gets ready for battle
But nothing lasts forever, nothing is ever given
Words are written, said and stolen
They want it back
Eventually
They always want it back
Greediness is the wound of Man
The result is spilled blood
And fallen tears
Wars are fought over countries
Murders are committed by passion
Cold blooded, show no compassion
Red is the colour of our everyday lives
And in necessary cases we spread our wings wide
Our homes we protect, our treasures we hide
We bare our teeth and hiss a cry
To scare them away we aim and fire
Open our eyes and watch over our treasure
In the midst of war we still smile and murmur
Make promises of brighter days
We will hand our skin in the living room
And pretend we never left the room
We will smile and welcome them home
Under the rug the trap will squeak quitely
A hidden mistress underneath our home
Treasures lie quiet and concealed
*Late at night
I
Open
The
Safe
And
Peek
In it I can see all the treasures you didn't take away from me*
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
La belle femme Indienne aime un soldat,
Le soldat est mort dans une guerre féroce guerre,
La femme Indienne a été laissé seul et veuves,
Elle porte maintenant un chiffon blanc.
A White Cloth
The beautiful Indian woman loves a soldier,
The soldier is dead in a fierce gun battle,
The Indian woman is now lonely and widowed,
So she wears a white cloth nowadays.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
So I scuttled up, until I found a voice like Japan, I read him his rights, turned out the lights, and laid right back on the sand. They said, "Sir, he was much of a father to me, but we were labeled his kin, right in our family tree." "Oh wow", I said, with a gentle, smooth voice, he went missing last August, but now he wants back you boys?" "Oh yes, he sure is a feral man. We think that's why he dried up and flew to Japan." Right then, the two of them went silent just like two second story men, so I inquired, "What happened then?" "From Monday thru Sunday he took to prayer from the bible, and on every other weeknight he watched Japan's Top Model. He threw gallant parties to a harem of wives, he read each of their palms, and looked in their eyes; some time later, when everyone was about to leave, he'd turn on Happy End and start a wild **** By this time I was tired, the sun began to set, I grew tired of my beach patch and yearned for my bed. Although soporific, I tried to be polite, I said, "Let's finish this conversation some other time." "Of course!", they said, "We're off to bed. We'll see that you'll do the same." Then they stood up quick, and reached down and picked up my chains. The beach we laid on was black top, asphalt and tar, the bed I craved was behind a row of private bars. The two of them, them both, were children of mine, because my memory is shot, this might've been their millionth time. i got locked up in a county that's dry as a beach, like Elizabethtown, Kentucky, where I was raised till 13. No one, not even the warden, knows really why I'm here, even some man from Cell Block Five, asked me last Sunday, why was I here. My beach perhaps, it's love at last, concrete, gravel, and stone- a 6' x 10' room with bars and a porcelain throne. It's mine I cry, each night I die, with glee, with smile, with rite. But it makes the other guys run at me, and try to start random fights. I don't remember the boat I took, but I remember the tour, going to Japan at Epcot Center since I'd never gone before.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC