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• Wednesday, May 16, 2007 06:22 AM

  To kovie.

  You captured and enriched my spirit as I read you. I was mistaken for a while, thinking you were some of those geezer elder (they know who I'm taking to) who be like shriveled, wrinkled, sweet fall persimmons or a dry black prune. Thanks.

  You got me pondering: Thanks LMV or is it IUD...about Charles Dickens. After a brief stay...(too long a story) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote about people who's life is half/Gone after a blood-walk near a GHETTO. It's almost entertainment in our days if NEOGOOF's sleazy Life wasn't so wretched, dangerous, murderous, and they are all Look-red from their blood-bated breath and bloodbaths dead conscience. That's a old gospel gang HERE who jumped in a blood poodle, right. I hope I can sump up what H.W.L. wrote in 1873.

  Henry said: Life slips pass us...aspirations are not fulfilled...a lofty parapet...restless passions...fret...no real pleasure...But sorrow kept me from honest accomplishments...Failures.

  ...*Half way up the hill, I see the Past

  Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights,---

  A city in the twilight dim and vast,

  And smoking roofs, soft bells and gleaming lights,---

  And hear above me on the autumn blast

  The cataract of Death far thundering from the height.*

  The point is that those who have sold-out do fret as mentioned in the ...part...

  ...the {*} in the last 6- lines is about the very reward that one gets. Life is inward rich. Alive. The joy of being just/Fair, a Just person is {*} blessed, benevolent, enriched, blessed, and they see.

  A person who refuses to cower in a fetal scared ball, can hear a spring, a chorus from Nature (J.S.B.) sparrow, and the sad...part...

  ...A Blind...A Deadened Conscience, and a part of divinity has Gone, flown the coop, so to speak, and etc., and., ETC,...A person such as that can't use a sharp pick from a Mind, or get a glob of hominy out from the tooth when 'um fake a camera cheese smile! Yak-Huck. 'Um become dupes and Dead one's walking.

  H.D.T. wrote a letter to a friend (I love that these commentaries are also called letters.) about slavery (they are chained and balled to some lowly boss/tyrant..."No whip me georgie, me'lie too fur yoo and colon, yup")...and it's a terrible prison sorta bondage like W.C.C...gangs.

  They lack character (silver) and suffer enormously.

  In pencil on a scroll, here: "cribbed, cabined, and confined." A hell. The better, astute, masses in the public (people know. They just tooting lie and bite like bed bug and red-Hill-ants.) rightfully should scowl, once in awhile, and snarl back-At those politico's...Cheese.

  Just listen and look! Try honestly speaking a gentle word that ya assume would penetrate a heart? Give adult like that a bag of Giant size Pampers, is right. Ya out of mind to want a career that pays you to sneer, imho, and kill fellow humanity.

  As someone said here, 'The neocons wear stained and crusty "snicker-boxy-briefs" and 'stuff' them in a carry (GUCHI GIGO= garbage in, garbage out!)

  I see Mr/Miss Rubbish Face's as they stroll along with a black brief GIGO case...in towns loyal to dc-Thiefs.

  —bebop-o Read bebop-o's other letters
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