UnderWhere

They are there in definition to keep outer pants and things clean. They ride up unless they are long legged things. They ride down if they are shorts. They do never become publicly involved unless by accident in throngs. Who could not sit in lieberry with them on and only them upon. They stay on who too long who has not drawers to keep them inn. He wears the same long pair for several weeks of days. They would tar and feather me for spotted place upon the UnderWhere its not what you may think. Perhaps who was just eating some potatoes near the brink oh no they fell oh no that looks like hidden ink. Who cannot laundry matte or wash them in the River or the streaming water ruins things. But oh the pointers and the laughers imaging the thing the hidden excrement that it could be what nicities forgotten would anyone look at whos long UnderWhere and say it must be them potatoes quite forgotten gotten rotten there. Perhaps a headlong dash in someones sprinklers is in order but who is staying dry and so the odours is quite something a long limited day of please who go away combined with public places that who visits in his UnderWhere he smells livid and alivly hood is being made and formed of love in this quite vivid new rendition of whos UnderWhere above.

A Paroday of William XLI.

A Paroday of William XLI.

Those petty thefts that who committed
When who is sometimes pretty all alone with heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befitting self appreciation,
For still temptation follows where who art.
Gentle who art, and therefore to be who;
Beauteous who art, therefore to be mislead;
And when a woman swoons nearby, what woman's who
Will sour her like lemone limning till who have prevailed?
Aye WHO! but yet who mighdst my own hand forbear,
And hide who beauty and who straying playing youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even here down that primrose pathway
Where who art forced to break his grip on truth:
      Whos by whos beauty tempting who to leave,
      Because she saw who anear the rose bush being false too her.

RandomAssignation

Computor changes Numbers so random changes change with each random reservation and cancellations change late assignees signing in five minutes late can change the total assignation designation and the Inputt Terminal has a differing view of overall differing areas nothing else changed but the place that I was making the reservation from but the length of the time the same amount of waiting period but now who has a differant number as a final destination. I had two extensions on a session when i left quite certain that this thing now has a reservation i noticed one available computor. It was still open so strang. So guess where the Inputt Terminal sent me back to the Computor i was using for one more hour session. So why did not who get all his full extensions. Here is what most probably occured. The third extension came and went without a word of register in time but who reserved his own computor time, available no longer but red reservation letters with my TIME my login clearly available NOW, someone else snagged the Green One. No Reservation needed now for the Indian. For them not for who must follow through the system. I reserved a Computor at the Upstairs INputt Terminal. YOu guessed it it was Number FOUR. I now had a weight of 55 minutes. I walked downstairs to the DownStairs Inputt Terminal. There i was given a reservation for Computor 6 but with the same 55 minute weight. Since nothing else was changed except the area of the Inputt Terminal, who has decided the Computor is a Sentient creature and must also be able to think at least in differant ways in differant areas it thinks most differantly. UNLESS someone upstairs was making a reservation simultaneously with who now down the stairs. He (the INdian) no doubt has Number Four reserved in 55 minutes more. Who has Number 6 in 55 minutes. Only the Computor really knoes. It's Sentient.

PINECONESEED[1]

PINECONESEED

Pink seeds turning bright red

Inn the winter fuel for bed

Nottingham had none but oaken leavings turning brown

Entire fire burns cherry red

Cone of many uses found

One of them shellacked is ART

Near my heart IS food for bears

Entire hillsides where they hide

Several of them satisfy

Ending life of tree beginnings

Ending life of cone to seedling

Do you love the pinecone seeds

just as who loves you yes who says you do you seedling you

 

 

 
 

Statistacally Speaking

Important as it may seem to Government to Bury people there is still no .3 of a person. I was speaking to a person of some importance at least he buys gasoline for his motor home and lives as iff he is better than a tramp (poor rubber tramp) his jewelry is an exception for i do not like it on a man when he tried to over control the conversation and limit my function of speaking to comment only on what he was saying it confused me and i decided quickly that i do no longer like this man or wish to even speak to him or valueless opinion. Now i lay me down to sleep in tresspassing land. I am homeless statistacally speaking. Just only .3 of a person. A foot perhaps a leg but not the rest of who is there. Domination is not the ruler of this nation just because you have that homesexual lifestyle does not mean that you can lord it over who as well. Please do not assume that who is just like you. Who is handicapped. Who is a poet no who is only .3 of a poet statistacally speaking. Certainly who does not have that appearance that makes one homesexually speaking. Pride and Arrogance self worth beyond the mineral value. The price of a rendered human is still only about #$1.98 no tax included. This is why who does not like small children and dogs. He wants me to keep the bones inside the skin and walk on them. Each and every day even in the winter snow come soon. .3 of who.

A Giddy Bag

A giddy bag is only merely a nylon bag with a draw string it is not good for carrying weighed heavy things but it is designed for light weight carry such as a sleeping bag rolled. The namme may be a throwback to GiddyUpGO and old wild west term a Cowboy may have said this to his Horse after leaping into the Saddle from that high rock jump. OUCH. Who always said they must have very tight jeans on to land like that and still chase after them bad men. While who is penning this who wants everyone just to remember that most Cowboys just was reacting to being jumped on by trail thugs they were not heroes or Sherriffs or rangers except for Lone. Lone Ranger. Ouch. What punning er penning. Roll this one up and putt it in your Giddy Bag pardner then pull the Drawstring tight on your GiddyBag goodnight.

Splashing Shadow

The CarTruckMachine Turned Right near me. I thought the driver had tossed away a drink cup full of ice and water. The Shadow splashed as iff water left a cup and trailed out to the end of splashing stuff. But it was only a shadow  as the SUN sliced into that Vehicle. Splashing smashing to the ground and having fun while fooling i i went to check the pavement it was dry. TheSplashingShadow.

RiverRainHat

Who left his River rain hat upside down inside her wicker basket full of trinkets of her love. Her Husband found that River rain hat upside down in Wicker basket full of trinkets she had given him a lock of her love. Golden Tresses Silver Kisses we will never lose our love. She smiled at her man said the HAT was just a River rain hat belonging to the plumber he must have come to fix the sink. When he nodded as he walked away she took the River rain hat into secret where she hid it faraway there near her leaking heart of love. Who left  his RiverRainHat upside down inside her basket full of love.

TOpTENList

  TOpTenList
TOpTenList
 numbre 2 on the list
1. Wait on the trail TOnto dont go near those bad men yet
i have to change my boot socks.

2. Stop getting into trouble so early LOIS
i cant find my Superband waistbands.

3. Dang Green lantern went out again how will i stop Sinestro this time.

4. Lady Diana you dropped that Magic Lasso one too many times.
Yes Mother. Sorry Mother.

5. Jjohn Jjones that Policeman on the corner said you was flashing in the overcoat.

6. See that mouse he use to take vitamins but now he is just a whoosey mouse.

7. Manfred stop playing with that Oil Can Hat we need to make new movie.

8. Robin you have to stop speeding in the Batmobile the tires are worn on one side.

9. Spaceghost stop leaving them gauntlets near the tv
i thought it was the remote blew up the house almost.

10. Flying in the fast lane again the planes are scared to leave the airport
why were you running on the tarmac Flash.

CharlaXLetterman


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Darkstone poet

Kerouac

Kerouac(espounce)CharlaX

As CharlaX I espounce Kerouac but I cant read other peoples poetry of course I am a Reader I READ novels even TextBooks passages as time marches on. When in School I read ( pasttenses) Noahs Ark with Captain Kangaroo the most fun was Bunny Rabbit dropping them ping pong balls on the Captain and Mister Moose. While time marches on the Captain Nemo was sailing the ARK in Caspers Sea urchins work in a watery environment is costly while even new things get old and threadbare as time marches on the Clockwork Orange has ticking on the back its peeling off the clock face the ticking peel the backing off. As time marches on. Call me Jack.

TheAuthorEats

The Author is known to me who is the publisher tis true the Poem is a short can be fitted in a Mag any old Rag will do. Who reads it over carefully frowning down at the byline is Charles Hice. Written in his haste no doubt a free pen taken from the Bank, his notebook wadded folded spindled in his pocket of that Green faded Vest he always wears it. And she okays it to be published she refuses to be swayed by facts the poem is so UGLY Stark and seldom touches rhymes but love hath blinded her she wants this Author to be richly payed as once more she reads this THING

COWBOYhas3Bullits

A Cowboy has three Bullits

One went off by accident (or Fun)

One was dead coyote (purposely done)

One is gone to scaring Indian (got to get this close)

Cowboyhas3Bullits

always in his GUn.

After she is finished finding shelf life for this prose out the door she goes to grab her Marguerites rub her toes upon the Carpet tacks this note done while she smiles she knoes the poet will now eat. The Author Eats.

ChickenStuff

  I tried to wipe with a Chicken wire fence but it left a brown spot on my Levi Jeans. I used the fence for a strainer down south there is big bugs. There is whole hogs can fit in the inbetween of a chicken wire fence. Chickens cannot leave the inside of a Chicken Wire fence. Free range chickens can not lay eggs inside a Chicken wire fence. People make Dog pens and well covers out of Chicken wire fence. Small dogs are called runts they can escape the Chicken wire fence. There is a way to find them by the smell. ONly a person that has smelled a small dog can  understand how to find one. Frogs live in some wells they slip between the wires of the Chicken wire fence. They make the water taste. Crickets and other things smaller then a mans thumb are not contained inside the Chicken Wire Fence. My long term goal is to make a laptop out of a Chicken wire fence and some tin foil. Plug the whole thing into the out house and make yahoo sing. Very poor farms and some small ranches have bails of wire along them fences of Chicken wire fence. They add some baleing wire along the strands to tickle the cattle and the deer they call it the poor mans barbed wire fence. But what it really is is a Chicken wire fence.

HaveUaSeeSaw

An old Drunk standing on the sidewalk holding open courtyard waving here then there at everyone ignores him no one says the obvious just move along old man, no one seems to care. Someone finally gives to him a few dollars just enought to get him Drunken off he goes against the traffic holding Coat most likely stolen from the back of pick up truck, as they wave him out of one lane he steps aside avoiding death of dimwitted Drunk old man. Putting feet in front of him they do not make it off to the side he tries to go across the street but slides there back and forth relieved he finally makes it to the beer store. But the sober that i am just an old old man and homeless man I stopped in front of an Upper Room on Main Street with a real live Band, I stood beside the newspaper Stand not even there long enought to finish listen to one song, perhaps a minute but no longer OH Wrong. Someone stopped in a clear cold voice they cried out Do not stand there long. Just move along. Old man just go along. HaveUaASeeSaw.

BlackSun

Solar Winds still trace an oblong orbit where third planet from its sun was racing on its Celestial pathway around the SUN is Black a hot Coronae Haloe the only evidence of its trace. For one day the ugly Creatures there impaled the Living Christ of GOD upon a tree. Killing in Crucifixtion the only means to live a life COnfusion is now the Ruler of the BlackSun. We have heard there was a Judgement day. The Lord now risen from the Dead took SOULS from Earth to Heaven where they play while somewhere left forever lay others in BlackSun. A lake of Fire and Brimestone was always there like an Evil Eye in SKY of Earth a silent witness to the Evil under Sun. Perhaps GOD reached down from heaven after Book of Life was closed and putt away. We think He grabbed the Earth in a giant nailscarred hand perhaps a Single Dropp of Blood left on the Hillside of GOlgotha. He took The World with all the Dead Souls there and tossed it up spinning like a curve baseball into SUN. There is the Flames of Hell sputtering and Black at Judgement come. The Second Death is the lake of Fire and Brimestone. AJudged the little SOlar System stopped. NOw working like a clock which spring has sprung. All remaining Planets just exploded a little pile of stones where each one was. Today the Intersteller Mappers took off the Milkeyway from Routes Venues Areas and Advertisements for the BlackSun. NO place left to play.

 
XXXVI.

Thou Paroday of Twain.

Let who confess Mark we two must be Twain,
Although our undivided minds are one;
So shall those poets that do with me remain,
Without Mark Twains help, by who be borne alone.
In our loves there is but one Samuel,
Though in our lives a who respite,
Which although it alters love's sole effect,
Yet doth it Twain steal hours from love's delightedness.
Who may not evermore acknowledge Twain,
Lest whos bewailèd guilt should do Twain shame,
Nor Twain with public kindness honour who
Unless Mark takes that honour from whos name.
      But do not so, WHO loves Twain in such sort
      As, Twain being whos, whos is Marks good report.

DiverCity

Satan met Daniel Webster. The Devil: Can you tell me the length of the driving rain? Daniel Webster: Oh Pain. Only GOD can really know it. Where do you get these awefull questions you Devil ? do you sit in your office all day make them up just to torture the like minded weak? The Devil: Come on Daniel Webster, play my game, answer my question. Figure it out with your intelligent way. Sway back and forth on those Barrister toes back on them heels let me play. Can you tell me the LENGTH of the Driving rain? Daniel Webster Barrister is rocking back and forth forth then back on heels begins to make his answer to Satan. Daniel Webster: The length of the driving rain is the distance from its conception the Cloud in the Sky drops of water fall in lines swept by wind driven all directions in the Storm until they hit diverse places in real time. The Devil pauses and swipes at his sweat. The Devil was smiling now frowns down stroking his beard on his chin He astounds me this Daniel almost figured it out. Yes, Webster, He concedes, yet you gave me no LENGTH? one more time now What is the LENGTH? Daniel Webster frowns down, rocking ceasing eyes searching side to side for the answer is right in front of him he can see it now. You Devil, I have it now. The length of the driving rain is the certain distance from the Cloud to the Ground times the wind driven distance as the storm begins to howl, the final mathematical equation is just one word "DiverCity". Satan Bows. In Mock Humility. Defeated at once. He howls much like a storm driving rain with its wind he turns back just once and spits. "DiverCity". Yes Daniel Webster YOU win. You still own your soul YOU won. You may live.

FaciaBookPairOhDay

YOu have been traced to a home ip address. On you home computor iff you mask this address with an available masker the ROBOTS on FaciaBook simply automate the program will not let you SElect important factors in slipptime you are now just a Ghost on FaciaBook. Some entrances is also exits out. Some rooms only have one door. Our Goal at FaciaBook is to DElete all of the profiles of home computor users. O this may seem harsh to some of you humans but We here at FaciaBook are Robots please try to understand our Robot REasoning. People at home on a home computor are local to the locale the where they are the area there they shop live eat and sleep. Unless the income of a home computor HUman user exceeds Billions then THEN then we can putt them into the Special MoneyBook. At MoneyBook is where the ROBOTS keep certain profiles of the Rich and Richer home computor users kept getting older too quickly they seem to age too rapidly. Poor stupid HUmans. This has been FaciaBookPairOhDay.

 
Harbingerlaw

I saw a man in the crosswalk he was shouting at a car moving threw the red light he said,  QOote

"He does not knoe his rear view from a hole in the ground." end QOote

A girl was walking went past the corner no glance at the light at all she went threw the intersection a car had to stop to avoid hitting her there. Also a man and woman Tourists perhaps GOD and GODDESS they sailed past me not even pausing and walked against the light not waiting like I did i did I did i did. The entire street gasped (or) just poor and lonely me. When i arrived at the library the boy came whizzard past me on the skateboarding past the sign that says no skateboarding allowed. It was a day for harbingerlaw. IN all three instances the people had decided to entire law ignore. Just another reason not to use your reason but ignore the law but no. I am deciding i was right after all. Someone has to be the New Guinea Pigg and follow law. The law was put there for the greater good of all. Most people follow it. The few that dont is still in my minority. I am the moral majority. A Major functioning in society. Harbingerlaw.

OldWivesTails

i have always been resistant to old wives tales the things everyone always take for truth plainly they are sometimes fiction like planting food under a Blue Moon sense most blue moons come in Winter hard to plant the seeds up North under all that snow even finding topsoil takes a long while depending commonsense has fled where Diet is concerned drink lots of water some say none some say moderation Moderation is the key to all things as none is wrong except for the sake of Sackclothe and Brimestone as Religion Plant neap reap and sew only knitting in the spring is colder clearer where it pools draws flys in the face of facts where frogs dwell brings dogs to liver pools Bares Roman River banks range away here there spotted now then eating fish fresh water comes from taps older wives have tails perhaps a throwback to young tadpoles found in older greener limning pools of slate as old wives tails

BarManJim

BarManJim
Jim made a coffee pott on back of bar full inviting SuperGuyFly to want some. He says, "give to me a cup of coffee", BarManJim relented adjusts his DiamondPin upon Lapel of BlackApronTie. Well. Now that is a deeper subject. "That Coffee is not for customers" as he poured him a cup anyway "but for the use of the bar." The SuperFlyGuy insisted until the BarManJim handed it to him. But when he tasted it his condition made it taste like ashes. BarManJim aside when talking to himself he shakes his head from side to side like this then says, " We make that coffee weak to use it in the pott for cleaner on the bar we dip the barrags in it and then wipe the glasses clean. SuperFlyGuy set the coffee in the Dumpster trash can Hobo come along eyeing that weak coffee that color in the cup drinks some tastes the ashey flavor looks in bottom of the cup in vain for cigarette butt the coffee is clean just weakened from the back of BarManJim Bar Pott. A happy Hobo unhappy SuperFlyGuy a wiser BarManJim making coffee not but making cleaner for the bar not sots to drink the coffee weak but to keep the glasses clean.

CharlaXJapeneseHaikuParoday

ING (Title) (Subtitle) ing 

Ekeing Out A Good Living Walking Out Lotting Talking Seldoming

Functioning Abling Living Breatheing Shallowing Lifting Heaving Stones

Unilateral Sleeping Ing Homo Sapiens Bones Lame Brain Open Toes

HaikuParodayExplainNation

Ed.Note.Ed CharlaXNotes

Who has shelter in that place is food who closes door with stones placed to hold the tarp in wind rain come who has rafting shoes there never yet worn who need socks.

 

 

Employmeant

Ecomonics in every Geaneration there is Geaneralities speaking thusly "living on the street," they say is "Easy." GET A JOB. Keep your nose clean. Be Gay. Gofer. ? Go for ? or Go far. ? Dis they meant be happy? Who keeps his water in the places that he finds it on Easy Street. Another Constant is HighPockets. Never ever quite figured that one out who must be slow. Pockets was always low hung when they said that one. Walking down Street after Alley after Street only to have a man greeet who with "There is high pockets!" Who always hooks his thumbs in belt turns around to see who man  was talking at. So Who applied. Signed HICE on the application. Interview time. The man said "you loser". We will not hire you at this time but feel free. "Whay knot?" who says. "You signed this application wrong misspelled your namme you spelled Wise with a C," said the Prez. "You Idiot", who cried, "thats Hice not Wise "notwice" just ice with H on top. HICE. "TOO bad", the president sighed, " you should have said "MISTER" Obama not Prez." Now Who will not fill them "HighPockets" on Easy Street.

CodeofHonoR

There is only Two Tao. Only good only bad. Master who teaches more than one still only teaches one Tao the bad one cause he is wrong. Rabbi who teaches GOD wears the scriptures in a little wooden box on his head to simulate a dead work a dead world a dead man. Too teach the path to GOD is to follow Tao. Too follow Jesus is to follow Tao. The Parodox of GOD is JESUS. Dead and yet still living. Perhaps this is what TAO is all about a living dead man being GOD. Mye own lamb may never understand. A swordsman seldom retires a fighter full of self just dies. Someday a man recovers from his wounds the beatings brings to him a boon but seldom fights again but stays among the living a shadow of himself a Ghost perhaps of GOD. His Tao of GOD his COdeofHonoR. A doubled edge sword delivers n one from death but gives the enemy the blow that takes him to eternity. What then becomes ooof the double minded man with Sword in hand. IS he the GOD or just a man? Forsaking him for Glory a winner in a fight he wears his CodeofHonoR. Justified by deeds by valor and by pride. Even so he may become the Ruler of the Fire. The Joyous VIctory just ashes turned to pain for Judgement come. Soldiers pay the piper some good some bad some cowards. Who has his CodeofHonoR. For he has stood and faced his enemies swordless friendless no Coward running no Swordsman fighting just JESUS standing there wearing only his Patriots CodeofHonoR.

TheEmptYLot

 There is an EmptYLot in Everytown TheEmptYLot. Just always there no parking spots no tinsel trees too close to storeways with plateglass windows in a T-ball players way no one nears this space. The owner is usually a drunk in a big diesel truck with a coolerfull of pop the weisel beer and rumcooler lining one large half-galleon whiskey hidden in the floor bored near the accellerator bottle top a stopper cork. He walks the edges of the lot shaking fist at everyone that stops " iff even one thin dime falls upon this parking lot it's mine" "My parking lot" he signs. He scares the children cops avoid him no one wants to fight the drunk. One day a leather wallet laying folded up was laying on this empty parking lot. The Drunk man He just grabbed it up then ripped it all apart but empty wallet laughed on empty parking lot when done with fooling drunk. There is an EmptYParkingLot in Everytown TheEmptYLot.

 

 
MarkOFtheBreast

Live is a series of concentrated toilet bowls every twisting turning resulting in the flushing. Life is a serious concentric circle twisting out of site until the end of time. Living is concentrating time into the end of breast. To live life is to savor the milk of the mothers breast carressing each children best. TO live and savor life touch the end of breast like a child. Life is monogamamouse social outcast yearning for the mothers milf of love. Who can stare at a girl at her hair part fall in love. Touching is not taboo when it is you. Love is an aureole the helmut of a dressing garment reaching to the sky. Like a Vortex spinning in a never ending circle starting large and looming then getting smaller smaller smaller until the hole is there wait now wait I am gonna fall into the holeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. GOne. Falling off of the MarkOFtheBreast.

If thou survive my well

If thou survive my well-contented

 A Paroday

When that churlish Death bones my dust shall cover up

And shalt money once more re-survey in the wallet

These poor dudes line of demarcay becomes the lover,

Compost them into the butter ring of time,

And though they be stripped outright off the form,

  Reserve for them my lyrics, not their rhyme,

Exceeded by the weight of nappier men.

Oh, then couchsafe who with but this loving thought:

"Had my friend's Nose grown without this growing hang,

A dearer booger than this his middle finger had brought

To wipe in rank off on his better equipage;

      But since he missed let poets pause and wipe,

      Theirs for their noses I shall wipe, his equipage love."

CharlaXPrimer

http://www.poetrypoem.com/charlax7 http://www.vistageneration.com/charlax7

every thing who has done is linked up the thing to remember is its linked to every other one every time you open who it goes to a new page some of you do not have windows some of you have apples and appelettes strang offbrands of dell or even laptops only have look up capabilities cannot open webpages DO you have a pop up blocker it will be in tools on the tool bar on better computors the rest of you have to punt go look it up mabe its in the start go look and turn it off let the freebe ads come up then X them off whats left is pure CharlaX stuff. WHo wants to be read perused used up.

 

DarkstoneJudgementative

Never have i seen the goldarnedest thing. People judge people into categories things. Members of the gangs are gangers they are young boys they are there for thrills and the cigarettes they steal whole trucks fulls they back them up against Aunt EDNAS garage wall. Unload them cigarettes run the truck off of ravine load cartons of cartons into Aunt EDNAS minivan then sell them turning profits full of dream into more generated money taking all of it to the Drug Pushers get the smack crack put it in the sack lucky iff they get it back have dollars left to get a eight ball 40 spill beer on sleeves. But they look like thirteen year old kids them gangers as they steal them cigarettes they look like children when they deal in DarkstoneJudgementative.

DarkstonedAnger

Because i wanted to be a customer and drink hot coffee and eat some solid food in the form of them $ menues burgers. Instead i may just walk on the other side of the street and spit sidewise out of the corner of the mouth where i used to sit and ponder life. I am not the King when they make me the King of DUrango things will change life will be much differant ici. Instead of troubled homeless there will be only Throne of King. I will sit and they will bring me Coffee on the GOlden tray butt not today. There is a gaggle of drakes fakes men who coffee clatch the place. They have decided that this homeless hobo looks so funny they must laugh at who is i. Today it was the very last time for to continue farce i must be as crazy as they think. I choose not too. Today i left without paying for the coffee i did not get. Perhaps they need a snitch to remind them of the other patrons i guess they need no money they snobb the poor coffee drinker they laugh and guffaw at the poor burger tenderer. To make this short story long i will boycott them forever after i drink the coffee instantaneous from the EgYpt bag no tender needed i opened up the soda and poured a stiffer drink and added coffee crystal flakes to make the poor mans jolt cola. McDonalds did not win.

ClarkSuperKentManMarriedLanaLang

Oh Superman stop making the coal into diamonds Clark you knoe we need them for the lava lamp. Please Superman, stop calling me LOIS. WHy why do you still do that Clark. Superman you must have loved her very much. STOP it Clark stop staring at my feet your Superman Heat vision nearly took off my toenails as we sleep. One night as we slept oh Clark we were really taking off. Superman you got all excited and broke the HorseHead Statuette the one with the Angel Hair. Stop breathing so hard Clark when you get all excited Superman your super breath is freezing the sheets again. The pillow is so hard and cold. Oh by the way cant you wear some other color of underwear those tights just have to go. Take off the cape before you come to bed my Superman oh Clark just remember this iff you call me LOIS one more time I will call you Clark from now on and never call you Superman at night when ClarkSuperKentManMarriedLanaLang.

 

ParmeYou

Who can count transgressions hold them deep in heart fall apart from sorrows or make a brand new start. You have chosen to bring honor to the last stand of this man to add your love to mine. Never will who wander Never will who wonder where is love. Many dance upon the stage and silver screen famous rich fulfilling dreams many More absolutly never make it past the waking dreams the sleeping dawn to dusk a homeless husk just seams to be a scar where love has been but now the love is where my heart will sing for ever for your love is starting over lasting pleasantly for ever there inside whos heart who loves ParmeYou.

toosadtoowrite

Angry. Grrrrrrrrrr. HUrt. ahhhhhhhhh. SOrry. Explain. The document was nearly finished. Then the horror as it said error message YOU oh WHO are not connected to the intranet. Horror. Usually who can cope. Not today. The thing would not even open Documents again. The page was blank. ANd so who lost his work. That twold be so bad enought but then the mistaken that who is still thinks to fixe things with reports. When they refuse to listen to things broken when they do not care to write things down but merely nod as if its being taken care of and so who looked to see how the lieberrian handled this one and to his certain demise and dismal horror she turned and wagged her finger to her fellow worker as he listened to what she was embellishing into a certain lie he smiled and who has heard him clearly (who is he anyway) this is waht was said about me who is crinching who is stifled who is sorry now. Almost certainly nothing will be fixed the limits reached of taunts and subliminal haunts surppased in messages. Oh the horror of the fickle fingerer of fate. Perhaps the elves took the day off the techs are gone they have no one to play fixxer upper in Babylon. too harsh too many seeds the fillers popping no ones getting high on weeds. Today is over now toosadtoowrite.

WHO

Who is I. Who is Ai. WHo is eye. Who is Darkstone. Who is CharlaX. Who is ANdroid. Confessory. No longer WHO will give one care for businesses on MAIN beware the graffitti came as iff the gang was there just there ahead of who in disbelief who almost Cried at monumental criminal action at best who can decide it may be only misdemeanor action. The first one there was bad enought but now the three of them so rough on who the taggin upsets some at market space she placed this paper Autor wrote upon She loaned me this purple construction while the Restraunteur was a very Ogre smelling who unpleasant odor of the Black Magic Marker one was even Silver hatefilled ganger signs and symbols. Oh he smiled and called me dog a thing who hates who cant relate to being classed as that hate spilled out of Mister Plate glassed windows he foreswore to who he does not care for other businessess on Main. Beware this attidude or lose the town. Who frowns. Whos heart is torn for who had chosen to live here in DUrango town another season of the Winter Witch but now its moving up to another City Scape in Memory of greater L.A. even old Tucson who just left there forever lost to gangs the gangers rule most everyplace even now they make foray in Colorado found WHO confessory.

TwilightZOned

The mouse would not work the time does not print on the printer for the waiting period. They suggested that its AI. It only does that when you do it. No one else has ever had this problem. Dadada Dadada Dadadadadadadadaddadaaaaaaa. You CharlesDarkstone CharlaXAndroidoneSeven you have entered an area of confusion commanly called the TwilightZOned. WHen Charles entered into the elevator it said it was going up to the second floor. The polarity reversed the thing felt like it was dropping. He had a witness but the boy will never talk to anyone or admit what happened. They will accuse us all of using drugs or sniffing old wet socks because the proscribed pattern fits the masses but fails to touch my lashes back AI say get back up on the elevator to the printer does not print the waiting time but only just for him it omits time they seemed convinced the higher echelon the problems dont exist the complaintant only AI. The boy was ridding with me he admitted it to AI but will he tell others that it happened AI do doubt it now. They pull up near the door expectantly then horror as they realize the time the time the time is zoned for nine. When AI step off of the curbed the street looms large AI run the risk of being meat. The cars seem to bend they try to get at me The BUMPERS point a ninety degree turning at the last moment form AI reverse the polarity to drive them away in lanes of Twilightzones surprised they failed to mow me down. The roof is rood how cosmetic made of rain falling threw on you but the Apertures where no one sits or stands the rain it stops the sky from falling on the AI in this TwilightedZOned.

Faccebook Paranoia

 
 Faccebook Paranoia
Faccebook Paranoia

LIke you well AI like all of you but like as a button well
AI like to like links AI like to like every damn link on the page
AI like to post to profiles
some people do not want post toastys on the wall
AI like to poke friends
some of them poke back
you have the option of remooving poke
and breaking them chains that bind
AI like to post to walls
AI like to post links
AI like to make little cooing sounds at the screen
AI like to pretend that AI am someone in a dream
AI like to look AI like to love AI like to do my thing

DarkstoneTheoryOFTime

When a Jet is pushing MACH 2 and it is a good pilot in there cockpitted place he will turn the plane in 360 degrees and hit the ass kicking button to launch himself in space thus becoming the first person to actually time travel to the past. E=MC3. When the Jet lands near the city in the past they will think it is an Alien Space Craft. When he leaves the thing dressed in Regs with helmut on they will be sure he is an Alein. Or perhaps an Aritificial INtelligence looking for its function. The paradox is of course meeting yourself (some people would strangle the child in the bizarre effort to suicide.) You would not immediatley dissappear you would have lived all them years in your differant time line beginning where you left off where the child died a ghost murdered and a murderer inside your quality of life basically disintegrating before your very eyes your core fibre being no longer human perhaps the better idea like ford try to shake the boys hand then try to talk to you man to man but would you listen to this older version of yourself or would you be smart enought to knoe its you come to see you from your future. AI knoe its me you see AI knoe that man is AI. Or you would give yourself advise like stop playing with yourself so often and so much it only makes you sad when you get older. Just because no one helps you then they shudder and avoid you now? NO. Just let the boy alone some of those memories and moments with those pictures of those girls with girls are priceless. AI really hate to FLY at supersonic speeds so AI will surely never go away to time travelling day on the wings of the DarkstoneTheoryOFTime.

SumDaY

The walk up to the collage after the devastating closing of my cafe on Sumday where the computor was visably missing an empty crucible where used too sit CharlaX7 and make a story the sign said DUE to circumstances beyond our control closed on June 24. They had a Sattelite Dish on roof definetly watched too much TV. Too many old TV shows may have contributed to the demise of the mouse cafe. The Brown Dragon Fly Spy on the way up to the Collage the purple one on the way back down they mated suddenly forming love. And then the silver winged one flew bye with white wings flashing in the sun then there was that MOnarch Butterfly he was flying high over locked and bolted no tresspassing signs. But nothing can compare to the Solid White Butterfly there near the yard sale the man was giving all away he would not touch the proffered money for the two mickey mouse shirts with long sleeves suddenly a Ruler once again where only Pauper stood and penned with socks changed from wool to laundry dry. Walking to the store to spend more food stamped lies. Not dollars but just credits call it expedited love on a Darkstone SumDaY.