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I was Up all Night

I told you
I told you
I told you
I was up all night
I was up all night
felt like the fight
would be my plight
I was up all night
I told you
I told you
I told you
I was up all night

I was up all night
to make things right
to avoid a fight
I was up all night

I told you (didn't)
told you (didn't)
told you (didn't)
I was up all night

I was up all night
not to make a fight
but to make it right
and to make the light

Told you
I told you
I told you
I was up all night



      TRUMP is a
    mega awesome
     president
  
 
 
  
 
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Onward into the storied evening!  

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Love
People!

    
    
๐Ÿ–morning
clover๐Ÿ–


these can get you banned from school?!:
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๐Ÿ€ Praise God! ๐Ÿ€
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๐Ÿ€ Praise God! ๐Ÿ€


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Chualker blocker
in a stunning Summer shocker
I know
I know I know I know I know

Chualker blocker
in a stunning Summer shocker
I know
I know I know I know I know

Chualker blocker
in a stunning Summer shocker
Let him speak
he's really quite a talker
Do Ah
due ah
due ah
due ah

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Here is today's pretty poem:


  

Poetry
isn't always something
that can be demanded.


    
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Blathertational


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๐Ÿ–‘๐Ÿ–


glossary of what's next

โ™ฅโ™ฅ? :

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Praise the Lord Just because it's the right thing to do !ยฉ 2012 APC.Praise the Lord for his deep and unfailing love for us! ยฉ 2012 APC.


What we have done
What we have failed to do.

Wake up!

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wake up Praise and love โ™ฅโ™ฅ the Lord!! โ™ฅโ™ฅ ยฉ 2012 APC.

โ™ฅโ™ฅ Praise โ™ฅโ™ฅ the โ™ฅโ™ฅ Lord โ™ฅโ™ฅ !!

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The Message Column


July

July Fourth

Bright Sun in the early morning. Wakes me up just at the dawn. Rabbits feast on the tender flowers. That I planted on my lawn. And the neighbors cat trying to pounce, tumbles over. Runs away. The rabbits are really scared and all run away.


July 4, 2017


Dead man.
It's you, and Death is there to take you on to Glory. 
Honking Gershwin-like arpeggios from the steam horn of his hot rod
spitting flames in bardo
for you.

Painted flames on the size.
It's a four door model of your favorite car
from 1967
and that blue color you love, like midnight
driven by your favorite great uncle
who always loved you and died too young.

Or is it black, midnight flames of orange.
someone beckoning 
"this way, over here."
Don't be destracted.
Don't be disillusioned.



know it all will tell ya . . .

and he probably won't shut up about it . . .

end of rambles for now . . . 
and always in need of an edit.

June 6, 2017















 
 Political moshing ought always be in mock!
 


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Oh tiny font nonsense,
just because your letters are smaller
doesn't mean you have some alternative importance.

  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord!
  for    because    
 Easter  He's so awesome! 
  welcome to The Message Column!

      ๐Ÿ–โ™ฅโ™ฅLoveโ™ฅโ™ฅ๐Ÿ–‘
      โ™ฅโ™ฅ๐Ÿ–‘Cops๐Ÿ–โ™ฅโ™ฅ

      

Is it obvious parody or News or both?

 
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๐Ÿ–โ™ฅโ™ฅLoveโ™ฅโ™ฅ๐Ÿ–‘
โ™ฅโ™ฅ๐Ÿ–‘Cops๐Ÿ–โ™ฅโ™ฅ

      

     
Vote Once
One Vote
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   photo pile!
   
 


 
 a sane backup strategy includes . . . 
 
   
Suns gone
don't follow me
Spring falls 
like rain.

If you don't wait for me
I'll never wait for you again.
I'll never wait for you again.
I'll never wait for you again.

All of those dreams I had last Summer
they fade fade fade
with the rain
All of those times I tried to reach out to you
you always act like i'm insane
I'll never wait for you again.

Again
and again
I wait for you 
in the morning
I dream you'll come
to see me
buy you never ever ever
come again.

Again and again
you never ever ever come again.

All of those dreams I had in Summer
they did
fade fade fade
with the rain
All of those times I tried to talk to you
you always acted like I'm insane
I'll never wait for you again
I'll never wait for you again

Again 
and again
I dream
you come
to see me
I dream that
we are walking
down the long and storied lane
and you'll always come again



In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.

Imagine if they both could have lived and made it to Los Angeles, post war, and been collaborators on writing romantic screwball comedies for Hollywood. If we search IMDB for movies written by Kafka, or by Orwell, will we find one? I kind of doubt it.

by Truck-u-later

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

Stop tweeting already.

Mr Trump: your 'base' stopped listening to the New York Times, CNN, Time Mag and all of the corrupt voices of political opportunism a very long time ago.

Please stop with this battle. It puts you at their level.

There are sane voices on the left. They have ideas that might work for some things. Try to listen to them instead.

OK, I dare to speak to you as if you read this. If you swim in fetid waters, you might have a choloric reaction. When you back-at-cha meanness to those who lie for a living, you are swiming in the same sewar which they do.

There are sane and rational people of ideas, on both the left and the right. Please, as our president, engage with them. Mud Wrestling is fun in some sense if you like that. But you weren't put in office to be a put-down commedian, though you are amoung the best at that if someone 'gets' your sense of humor.

In many ways politics ought to be humorless. Too often a joke that goes bad can result in a major 'affair' or diplomatic kerfuffle (what the hell is a kerfuffle?)

But then again, it's what is on your mind. So who is your audience? When you say that so and so is bleeding? who is your audience and what do you think they 'get' from these concepts that you present. Often in the early A.M.?

But here it is: it's a kind of warfare, people. Mr. Trump is lobbing these tweet-bombs at them in the early A.M. and they are up and trying to ascertain how they can throw it right back at him mean while, meanwhile. Do we really know the time line of these tweets? Maybe he thinks up a bunch at brunch the day before and then he times them to wake up all the people who are always talking him down. They get up and loose sleep and loose their minds. What is Trump thinking? Why is he doing this? What purpose? Who does he think thinks this is funny?

So Donald is at war with them, in a strange way, as if it's a celibrity roast.

Donald, snap out of it. You've got to be someone who doesn't play to the peanut gallery. Ya, yucking it up with put-down commedians is a gas, and they might touch a nerve and actually make someone have a moment of self reflection. But a diplomat or a president has to be much softer spoken. But you got the bar-guy personality, I know this about you because I can see it in you, Wharton guy too, you know what I know about Wharton: the guys really were 'the guys' that you'd want to hire to get your business doing things correctly to turn a large profit. So you aren't a joke. But you played it like you were, it was your 'brand'. You with the orange hair, like Heat Miser from the old cartoon puppet Christmas XXX-a-ganza (that's a word that will get you banned from Tweet land, so i've exxed it out). But it was a happy kind of obviously puppet fest.

But here is the thing about Donald: he's not a puppet.

And for all of you who hate him, so what? That's your flaw not his. You hate. Not him.

But when he tweets about people bleeding, something that's hard for people, and some people say, say that it's a sign . . . stigmatta.

But when he tweets those really mean things it does seem that Mr. Trump is hating. And hating a person. No matter how vein or misguided or addicted to 'looks' that someone is, that they get themeselves cut up so as to 'look' better, which doesn't always work, isn't it a medical condition, either a form of obcessive compulsion or . . . a deep seated sense of worthlessness tied to body image? Something to be pittied? A person in need of loving and understanding, a private thing, pathethic you might think. But even more pathetic to talk about it to the whole world, who, by the way, are reading all of your tweets and trying to make sense of them. I'm talking to him as if he reads this, but I kind of know . . . that he's got more important things to do. I've been his ardent supported about a lot of what he's doing. There are a lot of topics about which we could disagree. But in the end we all have issues, personal issues, that we all must face. If we use other's issues against them, that are out side of the domain of politics and in the realm of the personal or the medical, we seem to have a callus disregard for their well-being and the eventuality of their enlightment and coming to terms with whatever obcession is driving them into dispair to the point of letting someone cut up their face so that they will 'look' better.

I'm showing my judgey way, at times. Vanity is a weight that drags people down. That announcer or new reader (I don't know her name, I don't watch her show) ought to know that in the realm of ideas if you look pretty that doesn't make your ideas more valid.

Maybe that's Mr. Trump's point? But that's not what he said.

Maybe he's got the voice recognition on and it's just transcribing what he's saying while he's talking in his sleep.

Main point: don't hit send. Review your content and post it later. I don't always follow that rule myself. But I'm not the President of the United States of America.


June 30, 2017

tell us how you really feel . . .

. . . well . . . Truck-you-later!




delight in the delete.




Remember the Sultana!

April 27, 1865

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  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!



  well, little else now.

Bill writes all these columns.

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June and a waning Moon




Crucus all are gone, 
now the rabbit is on the lawn.
He saunters by and feeds on grass.





Somethings never change
nothing need stay the same
ah, but on a website the constant change is kind-of the point . . . 

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today is cruft deletion day.


recommendation:Blender




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My moonie moon moon . . . 
was all over the month of June saying
"Sing sing sing to me a drummer's tune".
Outside in the eerie gloom
in the dark
out side the room.

My moonie moon moon
he had that song
and he sang it at noon
way up high a partial guy
like a ghost with the most and a winning
try
Mr. Moonie moon moon
deep inside the depths of gloom

The fog lifts, the clouds
flee, and nothing remains 
but the sky, the sun and the moon
and the rest of the month
trying to remember the song
wonder if the guitar is in tune?

My moonie moon moon said
"Call me sometime"
But it never happened.
He's not sad.
He's gone off and set down low
singing a long and ever more baratone
arpegiation to the lower octaves
and it's nothing like going into a cave,
or facing off against 
a guy with a pitchfork
of rivers of molton lava
ripping through the subdivision.
Fire fall?
Fire Island?
Fire in the hole?

It was a bad place to build a home
if you needed a home there for the 
rest of you life.
But if you knew it would only be
a short time maybe, 
willing to pay for it, 
have it for when it's there,
Mt Saint Helens blew up
and destroyed 
very many various 
real world places.

Gautamala had an erruption yesterday
and more than 50 are reported as casulties and
that is just preliminary.

My moonie moon
is sad because of the news.
What would he tell your
moonie moon moon
if he ever did call?
But alas, there came a time
when he would never call again at all
and I always kind of knew 
it would get to be like that.
And I'm not sad,
give up the need 
for that stupid shining
hope.
Have something real instead,
believe in himself, 
my moon moon moonie moon
stuck again 
inside the month of June.




๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› 
๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› 
๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› 
๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ› 

A butterbean, because the baby likes them. Buy a, poppa, poppa, The people said.




. . . only four weeks from today . . .

East Woodstock, CT,  Dec 22, 2006, Copyright 2006, 2010

Mertle and a Red house Christmas! This house is in East Woodstock, Conneticuit. Photo taken Dec 2006

The raging ocean at Bear's Neck, Rockport, Massachusetts, during a NorEaster.  Jan 5, 2010, Copyright 2010
oh how the sea will rage in a Cape Ann Nor'Easter





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    Great
    beginnings
    misting
    tired
    eyes
    with
    joyous
    hope
    aware
    and Free!

 


Please visit my DEMOS

       
   
   Live your life
in constant resurrection!


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Praise the Lord!

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I got nothing more

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Poem Shards

just who reads, who writes these poems?
off a mountain road the poet roams
but only in a poem.

Realizing that the empty 
is empty
and not needing anything there.

just who shows up and for what?
I'm lonely or am alone or what does it matter?
driving off towards the nothing
walking along the nowhere path
up high
sure, it's a pretty view
but seen it, done it, jaded, back to the air port
he flew
his fantasy of happy vacation was through.


The deep snow.

The deep snow. She doesn't know how deep. She didn't think about it. Depth of snow no one know in rills and hollows where you shouldn't go when the storm is fierce and the night is cold even you shouldn't be so bold. poem is from 2012 short story titled Blizzard Baby The morning light is hued in cold awareness. Warming in the sun the bunny explores the snow covered lawn. The tracks melt by mid morning. Bunny doesn't know what the song means, anyway. This giant bubble that we call awareness? How could it have been formed? Seemingly hollow, it's filled up with you reading this and wondering where does this idle poet get his idle hours to spew out this bubble web of hollowness? ๐Ÿšฆ ๐Ÿšง ๐Ÿšจ ๐Ÿšฉ ๐Ÿšช ๐Ÿšซ ๐Ÿšฌ ๐Ÿšญ ๐Ÿšฎ ๐Ÿšฏ ๐Ÿšฐ ๐Ÿšฑ ๐Ÿšฒ ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ’ ๐ŸŒ“ ๐ŸŒ” ๐ŸŒ• ๐ŸŒ– ๐ŸŒ— ๐ŸŒ˜ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒš ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒœ ๐ŸŒ. ๐Ÿšค ๐Ÿšฅ sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . . ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ› Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga Her tired morning seems more like poetry than anything you can find on a blog. Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ’ ๐ŸŒ“ ๐ŸŒ” ๐ŸŒ• ๐ŸŒ– ๐ŸŒ— ๐ŸŒ˜ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒš ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒœ ๐ŸŒ. ๐Ÿšค ๐Ÿšฅ Woof and woe๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ’ ๐ŸŒ“ ๐ŸŒ” ๐ŸŒ• ๐ŸŒ– ๐ŸŒ— ๐ŸŒ˜ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒš ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒœ ๐ŸŒ. ๐Ÿšค ๐Ÿšฅ Space Ship snowman floats off towards Billy Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ›

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I would take new work, but I don't know how to get back into the job market.

I've got these ideas about . . . and if I tell you I won't actually do it.

to be said in a robot voice, with a sound effect quality from the 1990's: "Bitcoin is crashing, crashing"

But who am I to talk? I used to collect stamps.

I read in an article that people make upwards of $100,000.00/month running a . . . drum roll . . . MineCraft (TM) server. The article was about how three students at Rutgers . . . invented the world's worst computer varmint (mole? weasle? worm? viris?) so that they could take down rival MineCraft servers. It's a real story.

I don't do MineCraft, but I do minetest, an open source version of the same thing. I think such 'infinite world' topography simulators and gameish environments are a very lot of fun. I tend to use the world builder commands and loving the stack and stack2 commands (stack2 is the most useful). But really minetest could go to a higher place if they would . . . and I have a list of different ideas that would need to be better presented. Think like Einstein: don't just map in 3-D. Don't just allow only six directions. Allow for other orientations. Allow for importing in fragment matrices to use as templates (that is kind of . . . what the saves are.) have a better sand box. The pieces are all there, you jsut have to allow for rotation of elements and also that htey need not conform to having to live within that particular matrix.

In life, as in video games, it's better to avoid the battle. In a video game if you 'like' the battle, well, that is your thing. In the real world if you like the battle, you might not be suited as a peacemaker, but instead maybe a pretty good football player, some kind of wise quarterback.

I like playing minetest without having to fight off the dragons. But the dragons still show up occasionally. I'm doing something like building stairs between the levels, or stacking glowing bricks into a pyramid, and the figgging dragon shows up and starts shooting me with fire. How annoying. It's just a process, really. So, instead of a 'kill', one instead can defeat this . . . .creature of the game by blocking it in (so it can't move and withers away. OR. You lay down a couch and sit in it. The dragon will attack, but the couch always restores all your health, so the attack has no effect. As long as you have an adequate weapon, you just sit there with your finger on the hit button, or tapp it repetiviely, and eventually the dragon will die. Yet a third way is to remove the dragon mod, and then it won't show up any more but they are cool when they don't attack, so I leave them in the game. Plus if anyone breaks into my world (how could they?) and wants to hang around they'll have to face dragons (but I don't network my worlds, though I could, couldn't I).

I like blender better for precision. It would be awesome if there were a blend of minetest and blender (a single application) minetest-blender-neverball-civ-browswer. Each block with 6 faces can have 6 different feeds . . .

On anohter note: it is said that quantum computing will disrupt the whole crypto chain dream-space and the byte-con (byte-console?) bit-cion (bye coin?) phenomena. A few years ago I heard how gold can be faked in many different ways and that even getting a slapped coin didn't really mean that you actually had the real thing. That sounds a bit paranoid, but . . . buyer beware. Seriously if you are just starting to by metal today, thinking that bitcoin is crashing, you probably are just a desparate person anyway, unhappy in any case, and one who doesnt' plan well for storms and rain. It's going to rain sometimes. If it's a storm, that is why there are root sellers. Root-kit sealers? Nave sealers? Face-crock sellers? ROOT Cellars. Where you go when there is a tornado. Other than that you can hunker in and pray.

Yes, I think that bitcoin mining is interesting, but a far better use of a hybirdized processor array video system, with very many cores, a better use: is design. Design of scenes. Design of toy-things. Design of video game objects. Website design. For the lookup and presentation of complex data. But not just for that but actually do that with it. You have a super computer that can do it well, and instead you heat your house and mine bit coin and waste a very lot of electricity for something, that as soon as the quantum computers are actually annonced, something that won't be worth that much anymore if it['s all just cracked, first thing, but willful operators and their spiffy new cmputer system. My guess is that someone might already have them and the only reason they haven't done it yet is . . . they are just being nice.

hey, I don't know how block chain works. Maybe it will stand up to the test of dysruptive technologies such as quantum computers? I don't really know. So if you know that your purchase is a good one, and it's not just a way to launder your crooked money, or to try and hedge against the meanness of the cartel world, then go pay your 10000 dollars per bit coin, which used to be 10 cents when it first started. I've been wrong about commodities in the past. But at least if you buy a box of silver eagles, for about 10,000 american dollars (Ampex today), at least then you actually have a box of silver. Better would be a box of Rhodium.

If you could convert all of that to Rhodium, how much would that be worth: approximately 500 ounces of Rhodium! That would be a very very lot.

Now I'm just plugging my Spaceship Snow man fable, that I add to every year starting in November, or so, and post it during hte Christmas and giving season. And in the stoyr the guy who owns the giant carosel place, in the piney-marshlands of the Piney place (NJ what exit?) had invested in bitcoin back in the day and got it all out and took delivery in silver wire (which he purchased from a place in Bergan County, in view of the bridge)

But later, after the storm that hit suddenly just the week before Christmas, when all the lights came on for all the stuff and he didn't know how, he did a test on his wire, because he's got all the rock-shop gear (he is a rock-head. They called him Geometry Bob, back in the day, when he was in it). It was stupid to take deliver all in silver plates. but he figured betst thing he could power up all the gear that he also purchased (first from china) and set up on the turned over Ferris Wheel (that was a Ferris/Tesla hybird. In this fiction Tesla and Ferris are buddies, secret buddies, and Ferris was working secretly with Tesla behind the backs of the cartel, but isn't that a grand fiction!

So in the story he tests his silver and finds that it isn't silver any more and that it's turned to something else but before he actually tests for what that something else is . . . he . . . has an episode of sadness and introverted rage, when he withdraws from the world for a while and retreats into what he calls his Bee-at cave. With a little superbee emblem next to the door like a mizzuzza on a house (not made of Rhodium, but of Silver) that a lot of people won't use anymore because they fear those who don't like the ones who do that. And the back seat of an old Coronet next to the wall in the hallway. The sumer comes and all the rides are tested for safety and the seats are made clean, and they might even put on new paint. But in the Winter, the place is usually left alone. He lives there like a hermit at times, down within his broken dreams. All his millions and millions of bitcoin winnings, on which he had failed to pay even one sliver of taxes on any of it . . .

But if it's all been lost? He ponders that. He retreats into his collection of super movie heroics and animated television worlds, ignoring his new quantum 8 infinity, double infinity update super computer, wiht the coolest and most precious LED lighting system surrounding the case and controllible on an ap on a tablet, that simulates it all in a three-d space, and allows him to control all the lights on all of the holiday display bots that he keeps adding onto, year to year, but he's just never turned it all on himself. Ya, it did come on by accident the night of the storm, and then he was afraid again. But not to be too gleeful, because that might call attention. He wasn't going to have any problem declaring a profit and paying the taxes because on further look, with his expensive geologist the ready dude hiker equipment (it was all 12 and 24 volt gear and easy to maintain as well as to hauol around wiht you.

by then dad is saying that the web page is causing yawns, even for me. Who can keep up with these made up stories of false histories? Tesla? Edison? Ferris? New Jersey? Pennsylvania? Ohio?

Yes. when it's time for bed dad maybe picks a famous story. He reads it till they tucker out. If they have questions he answers them. Then he goes off and thinks about how . . . just how mayebe . . he could figure out how to make silver into Rhodium. And if he does he might not tell anyone. What would his kids think? "You won't even tell us, daddy?"

"Yes, of course. Tell you, and the whole world."

"That's a better ending."

"It would also be a begining."

By then the children were sleeping. The story had put them to sleep.

Jan 17, 2018






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