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Revised: Look up the Psalm? Get to doing a bookie cancan kicker. Raise a leg high into the air like a dear roving on tour 5th Ave, Rocket ballet dancer. Use a tin can that's all Rust ups? Or, kick a clanging Gold tin snuff can?
G@G.
A horrible war continues. A massive blood bath. It's not a bowl of spiked rum, cranberry juice drink. O. Sit in a rainy cornfield. Rice paddy in a Monsoon rain downpour. Say cory anti-war views. O. Be corny. Grab a telescope. Peer at a thorny sticker red rose bush? Scope out the here and the now too. The land, a earthen firmament. Search the night sky, and search for a romanic mood. A Place with no cell phones, and jail cell lit-up rooms, and have nothing to do if ever caged in a jail room, You Know. O. But just smile and look at a stinky "silver" dump dung commode... A cell in any county has an electric floodlight. It beams at a inmate. Sit in a jail cell-room. See how a bulb shines directly into your eyes twenty-four hours a day. Squint the eye pupils.
O Well, a Planetarium has a telescope. People visit to gaze at galaxies, stars and planets. Look at the ceiling dome. NO blow up a sacred Place such as a Middle East etc., Great Dome Worship Place. O, a place anywhere can feel up with wonderful Friends, Colleagues, Humans, and I hope to NOT be deleted for another boring thought? okay. It's okay though. It's a UT discreet blog. I wish to quote Walt Whitman? Just because I do. People are diverse. Great. Ay.
No matter:`It don't mean Nothing.
You are free to delete anything.
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*When I Heard The Learned Astronomer.* W.W. (Walt Whitman saw blood and gore. He loved sweet chocolate candy too) It's not a Happy Valentines Day, yet, O Whoa. People sure get surly. Honest. Sigh. Relief. No comment.
Finally. Here's a poem of Walt Whitman.
*When I heard the learned astronomer,
with proofs, the figures were ranged in
columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add,
divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured
with much much applause in the lecture room,
How soon unaccoutable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wandered off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Looked up in perfect silence at the stars. Walt Whitman.
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Learned astronomer Jodrell Bank is clearly in love with the 'firmament' and all good scientist.
A ton of books, scrolls, or e-mails THUD on a desk. Balloon rise like a bubble, and pop. Poet Greenleaf W. say: Economies rise and fall. Best tend to beauty, a flower, and on and on. s'ups.
A balloon was launched at 1204 UT, and reached a float altitude of 2.9g cm-2 at approximately 1530 UT where it remained for 6.5h before cutdown'-and a recent account of the evolution of the Universe: `it is generally believed in the physically realistic case, an incomplete geodisc terminates in a singularity which destroys everything which enters... including sense and meaning presumably.
The 'comment' is unfavorable? Who blame?
Below is old gibber-jabber. I giddy go now.
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skip the rest...
Friedman, or Friendmanesque?
It makes me ponder boiled peas.
Citrus Mango juice, yellow, or pink,
and trips to Market Global Crashes.
Of intolerance, cauliflower, broccoli,
sticks of asparagus, tooth pick sticks,
And add to a list: Stinger bumble bees.
Black hue yellow creeps, Global Thieves,
Gangsters, incontinent, sleaze, and more?
Fish heads, cans of mustard gas, crude-oil.
Fancy, half-masticated, smoked raw oysters.
G@g. Gee. Ill. Op-Ed-up upchucks, and hiccups.
The worlds computer keyboards get all dank gooey.
