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We're going to wait for the midnight hour

Planet CCRMA: I've tried it before. I am trying it again.

Yes, I know, I rant. and on and on I go. It is best to know when to put an end to it. So good night for now.

March 7, 2013 (3-7-2013)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

content goes stale.

~ OK Now.

Banish Nonsense was his scree. I'd have to delete this whole website!

There are new features here that are annoying at times but fun in some ways. This page is best viewed with firefox. Chrome doesn't seem to pick up all the rocking. This is very cool: angle spin gauge or John Barents Carousel. Because this page is rocking. Rocking rocking rocking. What it is, he said, what it is. The problem is, what it is. Span Rocker.Paper Sizes. envelope sizes. Look at this sample page and have some fun with it.

    When he 
 felt hopeless again
     night time screaming for the morning
 yelling at the postman
  firing a shotgun 
 to scare away imagined strangers.

  It came to a head, up
     that long gravel drive way, the
        waterfall,
       gorge in full flood.
     It was Springtime then. He
     Loved the wooosshing flow
    just off the side of the sideroad
 up a long mountain drive but
     Cratte would be there too up in the pines
   above there with his shotgun pointed out
       and thinking that 'pocalypses, or
     end of age ecclipses
 might be ending ages.
 
   Ages of pain. 
      Ages of hurt.
          He's lived here all alone
      this long long time since
  coming back most
      days no one comes to wreak his world
  They don't drive up that long and rutted road to nowhere
       and say
     "Now here we are and
   isn't this a fine and wonderful spot with a view"
   Because Cratte knows that the best views
    are out on a cold ridge
        where the trees are few
   and that cold North Wind
       might be dropping down on you
    and blow you off into the sky.

     Cratte doesn't care if the kids are down there.
 They'll know not to swim in the gorge today.
      Back at his lean-too he meditates 
            on how crazy the world is,
    how crazy it would be
        if he weren't propping it up
            with his super mystic mind.
 
  Praise God!
  








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