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Introspective politics often enables acceptance of the way things 'seem', not 'are'. We would never really know. The real story: no one has the full story. Novels? They can have closure. Policy? Maybe not. People feed off of Policy. They need their grant money. They are trying to maintain a lifestyle. Would you do the same? If not are you being self-righteous if you express that you'd not do it their way (their way of the dredded and always fictional, and different for every narrative 'they'.

In life there might not be full closure. What does that mean, anyway? You want resolution? You'll get death first. I mean it not in a hard and mean way, not that death could come from me (not from me) but the hard fact, that October truth, the reason for the myths about zombies . . . and wierd chem scrum . . . rave hullcinations of things that, if they had occured, who would want to admit it? I'm not wanting an answer to that question. Rethoric. Life and death. October truths. The whistle, the grave yard, the hot rod, and Death (your good chum, not the one you've heard about) is driving and he's the one who picked you up. He reminds you of someone you used to love but you just can't remembver who. Or when. As if you lived everything for ever always and all memory is still there. It can be like that in a fiction like this. For real? Well, you know. Or no, no, no, you don't. Death doesn't care. He's coming in his sports car of your favorite design and he's taking you back to every happy picnic with loving family that has ever been for you, and you are living the love even as they burry you in the ground and it all seems like the wrap up of a very very very long video game and Death has a sandwitch for you, and something to drink. Is it? Do you need it to be? Does Death give you everything you ever wanted? Or is what you wanted was to not want all that stuff. Death could have just as easily been the conductor of a train. You could have just as easily bought a ticket for that final destination. Destination Meditation flats: Route 27 south and a grave yard that exists only in a dream with in a dream. And Death knows just which station to take you to, if he's a conductor. Or he knows just which road, that you've never seen before, because maybe it only exists within this bardo and death was waiting for you to wake up and be the buddha. Or maybe he's driving you back to a maternity ward and you get another shot at being the constant F-up tht you always felt that you were? Or do venerated relative arrive and claim you, come this way? Death knows? Does he talk to you? Does he jam tunes on a heavenly radio? If it's a black car with blue flames does that mean that it's main mode is descent? Why should goodness be above, and badness be below. It was a fun romp, thorugh those very many stages of hell, but what the F was Dante really talking about? Do you think that the book of Revelations is more about Human subconscious stages of adult growth (Psychology) or was it actual prophecy? Will Death answer your philosphical questions? Does he want you to be a Christian? Is he a friend (yes) or foe? Because when you are with him the car ride doesn't end until you get there. And where ever that is might have something to do with you. How could we know now? me, writing this, living, not having died, you reading this, living, not having died. And we should try to find out but just wait for it. Wait for it.

Yes, Introspective politics. You can look down into the well of yourself and ask yourself: how did I feel when I heard that the politican was sick? Was it worry for the election? or was it worry for her well being? Or have we all made her out to be some kind of grand fiction and don't see and fine elegant lady (we loved her once) who's gotten sick and needs to get well with dignity. All of the good things that she ever loved about us are part of why we would have loved her. Now she is sick and too ill advised to step aside and get well. Were you worried about the politics of it? Perhaps. Or was your main concern about her? And if you thought 'ya good.', then maybe you see why sometimes they call someone deplorible. But I say: if you harbor deplorible thoughts you can always be shown that you are and tehn you will change your ways, won't you? And thus we don't say that people are deplorible but that their behaviors might be. For example? I don't want to give you and deplorible examples other than, ask yourself? Do you worry about the woman? The lady? The ex first lady? How did you feel when Jackie O got sick? Did you worry about her? Do you feel the same level of sadness over Hillary, another first lady? If not? If you only see her as some one from the news, not a real person who is hurting, and maybe in denial, then you need to return to humanity. Come back, now, please. She is a real person. It's not just a fiction in the news. A real living and breathing first lady, of the same quality as all other first ladies and needing to be loved and adored, even though she didn't want that as a legacy. And a lot of what she did many question. But if she is ill, then why haven't we rallied behind the cause of curing whatever the disease is that she has?

Alright, OK, I've over done it. Maybe I've incited some guilt in you. Don't carry it with you. Use it to grow. Realize that all of these political peple you hear about: they are real people. If they have sold their souls for lust, fame, and power (or whatever) do we, the public, have the capital to buy it back for them? They still have a chance as long as they are still living, to realize what they have done wrong and make ammends for it. So don't think of it as battle, even if you hear that kind of rethoric. We are all just going to keep on keeping on. And all the vilest of deplorible putdowns, let it roll on over all of us, and wash off into the cesspoll of ignored insults, slights, and vicious verbal barbs, as if the words are meaningless. Let it all wash away in the warm rain of human understanding. People have a bad day. They say horrible things. They hear about a sick friend. They worry about their own health. They feel guilty for having ignored old friends. They feel bad about something that they think that they did wrong from 48 years ago. They dwell within a painful hurt thinking that there is this fictinal lost past that they can never get back to.

And some people want things that they can never have. And all that they did have, all that love and respect that got piled up higher and higher, it was never enough for them. They need that next thing. They want a bigger legacy. They can't just be anonymous in their constant push for better things, giving out good ideas for free. They want their piece, their part, their tithe for the small things that they claim to have done. They have no rest, they don't have a quiet time. And thus maybe they wear themselves out and stumble, somehow, even if only as an alegory, and they fall down. But maybe if Jesus speaks to them from a cloud they shut their ears to it. If all that is left are the palms of the hands? We don't want that for anyone today. We wish that the lessons could be learned young enough, so that people don't make the same mistakes as were made in ages past. Such unbridled lusts lead to heights from which the giddy with power tumble off of. It's a long way down. You'd think that no modern person would want to climb a tower like that? Destined to tumble down. Haven't you studied the 37th Pslam? I recommend it. And also, as it recommends, fret not.

Sept 13, 2016

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Work On What Has Been Spoiled

Some things are so bad that as soon as noticed, or as soon as they occur, people jump into action. This is like cleaning up broken glass. Or cleaning up a septic situation, when things go rotton they can no longer be endured and most people don't wait, but hop to it with an immediate solution.

'Trump is a . . . '

Ya right.

Let's get over this 'Trump is a racist' bull. If he were would the politically correct people of NBC television have let him have a 10 year run in his show, The Apprentice? Or, if he were a racist and a bastard, wouldn't we have heard about it 20 years ago? No, all of this was trumped-up (pun intended) after he decided to try and flay the dragon of bad-governance in some of Cartel Washington.

The Rhodium Age

We live in The Rhodium Age, a time when at some point we will be able to literally turn Carbon into Gold, or to write it as a chemical equation:

C + ? = Au

I leave it to the Chemical menshches to fill in the details of the question mark that I write as part of my mock equation. But you get the idea.

Here is another mock equation where we convert silver to Rhodium and Helium, and float off to heaven in the meantime:

Ag + some unknown process = Rh + He

A single Silver atom usually has an atomic mass of 108. Silver 107 may exist as an isotope (hence the weight being less than 108). If one could separate out the AU-107 and use that the above equation, converting Silver into Rhodium and Helium, almost makes sense. We ought to get back Rhodium 103. But I might have all of this wrong, so, Chemists and nuclear physicists, it's up to you to work out details and the 'how'.

Hey, I'm just pointing out what must be obvious to any atomic scienctist: that materials can change from one to another. Perhaps the Helium that we find in the earth is from the decay of Silver into Rhodium? More likely it is produced constantly by solar processes (from the giant plasma streams that bathe The Earth). But here is the real deal: we don't know and they might not want to fund an investigation into how the Helium is produced. And why it hasn't all drifted off into space yet (it being so light) and how we keep getting more of it. I leave it to real journalists to investigate that.

I guess it could be Silver makes a Rhodium and a Helium or Silver makes a Rhodium and two Hydrogen, but it would be heavy Hydrogen, which might make it valuble. But Silver could be broken into many things.

The process to do this is unknown, but the subject of science fiction. Expect a breakthrough.

Hellio Annelleo
fly my close to the sun
I'll be Rhodium
when the trip is done.
All of my silver
has melted and vapped
and the tape heads
have made tape
in the 37th row
where the tapers go.

Hellio Anellioo
tape it on the fly
this Silver ship
is doing a Solar fly by.

It could fill up with rain,
that wouldn't be the same
we just don't know how
the material is changed
the atoms are chained.

Hellio Anealleo
why the patent fear,
I know.
You don't own it
you don't own it.


The management here
hopes that the readers
decide to be kind.

Sept 7, 2016

11:07 AM

show of hands for who that
love the police!

🖐Love🖑
🖑Cops🖐

  

What they claim is good
 for 'the environment' 
   really sucks 
  for the forest.

    
    
🖐Love🖑
🖑Cops🖐

Watch This

show of hands for who that
love the police!
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🖑Cops🖐

these can get you banned from school?!:
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You can't speak in hiroglyphs

even Know-it-all-will-tell-yaa:
When people complaign about the words 
you use often they don't really want to 
hear what you have to say.

spinfont unicode-isms
🍀 Praise God! 🍀
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When he's crazy lonely no one reads his mind he finds himself invisible at a highway stop when it's very cold he shivers thinking that now he must move on to find a home some dream outside the dream of time

Delete and repeat, delete.

      

This period of Deconstruction
will soon end.
He'll get his new beginnings
all along the moldings, lined up.
those railings, all glisten
in the first light of the day
the sun light reaches
far within and makes it all 
clean and pure 
like petal fall
in May with
apple blossoms
showering down like snow
upon the sidewalks and cobbled walkways.

will? Maybe I've not ordered the elements properly. Well that little snippit doesn't work that well but t

 
When you're alone on the train
you aren't really alone
there are all kinds of other people
traveling on that same line,
going in a similar direction,
very many destinations
end of the line.

Destination train
moving through a forest
in a driving rain
She said he was insane
for getting on that train.

Destination 2 aim
2 AM in a driving rain
she knows he'll come back again

When you're alone
on a bus
you aren't really alone
the driver is there
all the people you can see 
out on the streets,
down the allyways
besides the buildings
sidewalks glisten
the reflection of starlight
the must be people there too,
space aliens of the long ago
so you're never really alone. 
You're never really alone.

Destination train
driving rain
Destination railway station
in the far away
through the fogs of time
the forests of lost contemplation
where the tallest trees of the forest
will swap their spots, dance around,
a square dance
of sequoias
so in the light of day
they're all OK
and back to where they were before
or who can say?

Destination 2 AM
driving rain
far away train station
freezing rain



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Here is today's pretty poem:

  

 Professor Freed
 Examines the structure
 It's gigantic.
 Each of the beams is billed as being
 made of Silver.
 They are huge, the size of steel ones.
 
 He puts a sample
 into the spectrometer
 and examines the spectrum
 but it is not Silver.
   
    

Big moon
in the midnight sky
big big moon
all across the sky
you can see the crowd
as the marching band
marches by
take the crowd a'dancing
off toward the stars.

Oh you big mouthed moon
why do you rave
about the government
while you're in your tie
you are that kind of guy
who has nothing really ready to say
but rest assured,
and he can't be cured
you'll say it any way.

Oh you big mouthed moon
  big mouthed moon
but the women swoon
becaue youre always the most kind
and the worst you do
if anyone's judging you
is to always speak your mind
so in the end you might be wrong
but the world is not harmed.
Oh you big mouthed moon 🌛 🌜
Oh you big mouthed moon  🌝
Oh you big mouthed moon 🌔
🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝

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 ♥♥?

There's a river
of infinite love
flooding from on high
through the heart of all.

There's a river
of infinite hope
flushing through the gorges
through the heart of all.

Spread your wings and fly away
off into your day
off into your all


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glossry of what's next
 ♥♥? : 

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Wake up!


You know I thought you was the Buddha
I must have been tripping
on a great big hootta
unn ha haa


Wake up
Wake up
Wake up while you are sleeping

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up and go to sleep

Waking
and rising
sleeping and
dying
and reincarnating
or are they just lying?

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up while you are dreaming
are you ever really awake?
Is it something you can fake?
Can you ever stop
your scheming?

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up and go to sleep
while you are dreaming
while you are resting
you'll wake up when your rested.

If I go off to dreamland
for a life time or five
Is there something wrong or the matter
if I enjoy
being alive?
If I go off to dreamland
and live a good life and stay true
does that take anything from you?

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
when you are ready
ready and rested
and not second guested
Wake up
and be you.

wake up and be unaware of being the Buddha

♥♥ Praise ♥♥ the ♥♥ Lord ♥♥ !!

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