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My Halls My Heroes

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Halls 4 Heroes
Benedictions all arranged
long gone de-Deranged
and clinically Un-insane
a horseful future for you, friend
Angels & Devils amen
All men created equal
-Maybe not-
cuz i wrock it non stop
and like, totally hot
they call me Wrobot
Wroberto Wroboto Ariagato
Thanks a Lot
to Black Cats and Scooby Snax
and Fat Trax on my feets
my Kmart Art, walkin steppin serene
Worshipping Mankind in all its potential
I'm reverential, a Presidential Existential
Reverie! I'm miles away!
The Centerpiece! I concentrate!
Lost in thought is mega-boss
Gettin lost at all is a daily call
Y'all Spalding is raw, dawg
just follow the bouncing BALL
ya ballhog, time to pass the wrock
don't ask, I forgot. I do that a lot.
Still Wrob-rob got a lotta merlott.
Yo, I think that's Merlot.

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It's that REBEL, Hell yeah Hells Bells
Treble knob wripped off after it's set
to 6 point 66, BET. I'm like Om Setty
when I'm in this machine
this Fall-of-69 dream this AMC
same company as Denver's ride in "Oh, G-O-D"
with George Burns as G, and lil ol' me
watching the TV screen,
seein' the holy in what i seen
I saw a Pacer, I saw a friendly-ass grill!
I saw a Racer, I saw me takin' the Hills!
Them California Hills and Canyon roads
in a freshass Pacer, knows: Anything goes!

Beaucoup de Biggity 16

Our boy Wagner is a Waggoner like Lyle
or Lindsay Wagner singing Alabama's
Greatest Hits, a Payless Witch
on 2nd shift, the closing shift,
the late night crew
do what they do
early in the morning still dark
Porter Wagoner crisp and low on the radio >>>

Being God is Good Enuff

She said through half an eggsalad sandwich: "We're worshipping mankind, they're submitting themselves: God is without, above, to be prayed to, obeyed, loved by. We're talking about the triumph of a larger God's far older work: ourselves, ever the net result of where we are now in the mind-bogglingly long trail of developing systems since ultra-primitive sparks of chemical life way the heck back in the day. The religioners separate God from ourselves. Why not love who we are and who our real friends and true family are? Won't this path lead to a greater God? We can love more and better without the heaven ceiling, the hell threat, and the psychotic obsession with a beardy white savior - with so many other Beardeds to praise! - We can have more room for improving relations and dependents and friends, more challenges, more growth. Morals are larger than a church or any collection of holy documents. They're inside us all, and with collective nurturing we can bring them out naturally and live by them cleanly, without the suppression of urges, but inclusive of the balance of indulgence, of a raised bar of higher moderation.
The Greeks had it wright when they identified the areas of self. The greedy litterbugs of christianity turned it inside out and fell to their knees in prayer, like cavemen cowering before thunder. We've already moved past this. Growing is supposed to kick ass! This christ-muslim-jew worldview is hurtful and astoundingly limiting, blocking inquiry, let us sing smiling in honoring our loves, whether alive, adead, or asleep, we don't need bullcrap bibley counterfeit words to tell us how to dig these loves. Here we are with all we have wright now wright here, with fear, always fear. Our self-doubt is shared as humans, can't help it. It's what we do with it, how we challenge self. Without it we wallow, while they call it sin, we claim they've sinned from the beginning, by lying to their so-called brethren. Them dudes was always totalitarian! And that includes no ladies nights! Religions are sucky to women!"

Bi-polar Curious Psychic Psoldier!

Beehives among you, I'm stupefied, superfried and glazed after hearing his tales. Heavy Metal sunsets fade. Rainbow Mugs crack and stain. Cameraderie expands exponentially, better framing our bursting world view, and all along: Cats adore Wreckless Wrod Wrodriguez. They treat him kingly ~ and that's from a cat! You bet they sense the Ages in this dude's way ~ his heavy, wrighteous way. + Heard a bit about a 90-minute hump session tonite so that's grande. Phonecall'd earlier from highway don'tcha know, right after leaving her house, elated to have reconnected with her, wreminding her how deep they bee wrunning in each other's bloodestreames: irresistable! He was off to pick up the second pizza of the Friday night, each for different princesses and him to share.
"Helluva heckuva high on pantheistic life, hooray!" they sang. "Bi-polar Spinoza Holy Wroller! Bi-polar Curious Psychic Psoldier! We're waxing what we call Philosophacles on wraising public conscious-knees!" They wraised their steins sloppily high and spilling while they wickedly sang on into the after-midnight of the night before it all happen'd.

Constabulary Wishes

Ever so rarely scary Fred Barry blackcherry ripple
You triple dared me to be the Larry no 3's company nipple
All these thinkings re our homo~sapien~ness, our prime directive, our mammalian~ness, our human evolution/devolution, our latent brain real estate
The way is sweetly mown she sang
The song is sweetly moaned away
Do we have a pre~dispensation toward proclivity?
Do we holde while carrying nations?
Everyone's a VIP to someone she sang
Triumphi~sadly sung
We won
It's a Comedy

New Knotebooke

This is just too hot not 2 write in, RIGHT IN I'm in now: Bee my Best Friend now, and HOW! Chief 'How You Like Me Now' brown cow to Bo Peep and here we hear her Sheep go BLEEP, electric sleep her sheeps all asleep, a heapa woolly mammals with black feet, some muddy hooves, inlayed with concentric grooves, designed, 2 bee sure, yet perhaps not by God, my Goodenesse! but by them sheep selves.
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Half a Tongue Twister'd Alabaster 10-ft forms de female flanked by their human attendants IN BRONZE, We Men support Our Dames, hot dog. Hot Diggity Dog: Good God is Golly Gosha Mighty I might be some kinda knightly parasite nightly, dreaming I'm something I never was, only wished I could and there it was: col' comin' true WooHoo because, oh so simply because I BUZZ.
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Periwinkle three-ton trailer every wrinkle marks a failure, a Llesson Llearned: The Lady EARNED her yearning young. Young-ish her wish to Bee Remembered, one wish: to Re-Bee-membered. Grand Hive's alive, though severed. Un-together'd, de-tether'd, loosen'd juicily, savored as the Savior's Lips, a sailor's boxa trix, that's his own business, no wishlist pawn of the Amazon, my cart is full, no bull, I'm bouta get it on like Agamemnon: STRONG

Wherein an association rents a hall and throws a party

There was a great big party @ The Liberry, right there in The Thomas Jefferson Building, right back through to the Main Reading Room, cocktails in The Great Hall, string quartet upstairs, and lawyers everywhere. The American Bar Association, not being representatives of fine pubs across the country as perhaps believed yet seemingly knowing it and showing it, threw down loot to honor themselves @ the LC @ nite.

My job? To mingle and talk about The Library. Heck Yes! Funass noche with all these shmancy legal folks, including a woman who was trying to sell her FrankLloydWright house but didn't want it to get in the hands of anyone who would significantly change it. All her serious bidders told her how they were going to knock down walls and completely expand and alter and she was horrified. She was also on her way to a full-on drunk night, as all the liquor was free and on tables in front of busts of Thomas Jefferson and George Washington.
She told me of her being the dean of a law school a while back, and how she insisted on authentic Spanish Tile for the rooftops no matter the cost, and how she loved her rare book collection and loved The Library of Congress.


Many told me how much they admired the LC and what they remembered about any research they did and any books of theirs which might be in the stax, or where they sat, but mostly it was me going positively OFF on how dope the room they were standing in was. We were just hanging out in the Mmain Wreading Rroom, not being shush'd, and able to look around and UP freely! Right under the great color collar painting by BLASHFIELD and the secret center sanctified scene only seen from down below where we were, so casually, in a party ... So many lawyers and pearls and wives and bowties and tortoise shell frames and it was to them I was flip-flapping gums regarding the books around them and elsewhere in the Liberry's complex.
As the night progressed the questions progressed free-boozishly from Who are these statues? to There sure are a lotta boobs in the art of this building! How many are there all over, bro? Could be anywhere from 10 to 44 y'know? I know! Beaucoup de Boobage in the decorative schema cuz ya gotta count da sculptures too, including da outside Neptune Fountain crew, which was where I was headed when the lawyers ascended to supper. I drank a refreshing glass of Johnnie Walker and shot out into the snow, the ice-snow blowing hard'n'sideways. Capitol Hill was c-c-c-c-c-cold and I felt GRAND!! Collar up and into the wind, I walked to Union Station to catch my train. I was wearing my grandfather's suit, hell yes. Thank you for wreading this. I tried to write it as fast as I could, just 4 kix.