Ghost Story
walk the night
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.
DPD: 1863~1910; Wan gibs from that chamber, that mansion aghast storm abroad. Wrath crossing causeway.
There was no doubt that it was dead. They all stared down in the dark around the opened grave and remembered the war in their own way. Henry learned that ghosts were real enough… but seeing them is very rare. Chaska say you have many other senses to deceive yourself. Henry gasped. When the other instruments agree… and there it was.
Hants is what Thabo called it but now his eyes were all you could see in the blackness. Henry saw the body in the oblong box with his eyes squeezed tight. Cold drizzle in the graveyard like the funeral was… ten years ago. Time has its way with you there. They all knew that smell. Chaska shivered and heard cold rain in the dark pines. Started singing his own death song.
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Indeed, the origins of Halloween are truly pagan. The Celtic festival of Samhain- end of the year marked the New Year embarked on 1 November (Reformation Day). And on the eve of the New Year, boundaries between the living and the dead blurr, ghost returns to walk the earth. This one was flying not walking. Thabo heard it talking. It was leading them on like a lantern.
Hell is fire and torture of the guilty. Christianity brings a strong element of fear into perceptions of the afterlife. The people whose behavior needs to be controlled are frightened into being good and given long promises about eventual eternal bliss at the end of time. Tom O’Bedlam cried out
LAUD: SWEET CHEESES!
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh—but smile no more.
x+x
Read the Signs.
Bullet: Whole in a Cornfield.
I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I’ve been kicked around
Since I was born
And now it’s alright, it’s okay
And you may look the other way
DPD: 28/20 1898 Troubadour; Protect your sources. Pass it on. (dont ask. dont tell.) deutsche welle.
Singing information is what troubadours did, and they traveled. Keep those two things in mind: singing; travel. Not everyone can sing, and not everyone can move from place to place. The Dart is not a time machine any more than a plant is a machine. Dart is not human any more than an animal is human. Tools do not know pleasure or pain.
Troubadours learned what made people laugh, cry, or get angry and afraid. The good ones learned what people ignored or did not understand. Amateurs only went for laughter or tears. Professionals had instruments, and you could tell what they did by what they carried. Kim Kardashian and her SKIMS marketing team keep the AC blasting . Not an acronym (verb), butt new gear.
Darkest hour providing women a new bra with a built-in nipple to keep things perky, we took the children to see the cornfield at Antietam. Carrying on a tradition, we later put under seat airliner impedimenta to the battle (field). The vessel GmbH Dart is a common time carrier, say Wincing Blinker & Node, a firm of high repute. Nets of silver and gold hung they off Amelia’s Bridge.
More to that story. You want to know how time travel is possible (besides getting old). It’s not. However, expanding and contracting at the same time is possible, (quanta) and that’s how Dart does her trick, armed with LOH (Lathe of Heaven) fore aft and midships we got Justen Case. He’s very good. Loaches come in handy, but the dinks hear them coming.
Skims’s initial launch resulted in more than US$2 million in profit and the company selling out of merchandise in 10 minutes. The company claims to have sold more than 3 million products in its first year in business. In April 2021, the company was reported to be worth over US$1.6 billion. In January 2022, Skims was reported over to be worth US$3.2 billion.
After further investments, the valuation increased to US$4 billion in July 2023. Roaches can be recycled and they’ll get you high as shit. You’ll get so fucking high you’ll see your sisters playing in the foreshadow when Ike was president. See what you can do with numbers? Not only possible, but been done. Wait. It gets even better.
The New York Times’ effect on man
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive
Carry on is what wailers did. Whalers hunted sperm whales and right whales and insisted they were big fish. Finest lamp oil until light bulbs were invented. Wailers were professional mourners who were paid to attend rich people’s funerals to mourn (so you don’t have to). And how could big fish tell they were doing their job? Right. Professional actors (Fnord show).
The peeps have to see and hear it to know it is real. You know what it’s like to have a crescent wrench grinning at you through granular brain mist… that’s the civil war. It is not past. It’s not even dead. Henry knew adorable young women who killed more men with hat pin and poison then he ever did with a hat pistol and posse. Adorable is a girl’s style of fighting, that’s all. Dismiss it, and it will kill you.
Not a chick-flick or a cow-catcher. it’s a pilot. That’s what Henry is doing now as pilot between the coupler and pilot truck to keep the blast pipe and saddle free from interference along the rail. Is this cavalry stuff. Not even Calvary stuff. Railroad stuff. The death of one is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic. We don’t like the man who said that- but it’s true.
They are soft smooth and cuddly, warm and adorable, and they dispense food. Make sounds that will cause you to freeze like a rock or shoot like a bolt. So Hi say: he who does not see the emperor’s fine clothes is a fool. So look sharp lads. Ring like a bell, snap to like a spring clapper. We are *going* last round of our species gender war. Could have been avoided boys. Hit it. NOW
in to battle.
Somebody help me, yeah (oh)
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
I’m stayin’ alive
oO-Oo
Bet your Life.
Time is winding up.
You can bet your life one destroys the other
I don’t know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen
DPD: Wacker Moon 1908~1863; BChick fill lay, buck buck drumstick. $hake hens all rounΔ
Be womanly and have babies to serve me says the man. Be manly and murder to protect my babies says the woman. You see what is going on here. Which came first does not matter unless your basic assumption is the bible and then you can’t see anything else. Pandora explained this for the billionth time, and that is truthful hyperbole in an age of truthiness.
This is 1910 America and Pandey wanted to get back to designing bicycle clothes, but that was not yet to be. Teddy Roosevelt is busy becoming a paradigm and bicycles are about everything Pandora considered beautiful which was freedom of movement. Suffragette and a feminist. Big surprise.
Bicycles are beautiful but they are obsolete now explains Henry. They require smooth streets. You learned to fence with an axe, Punta returns, because your fancy sabre became a meat-cleaver at the Battle of Gettysburg. Then you were no better than one of the cooks. And stop calling me Punta (Pandora hissed). These are things the crew is talking about and the Dart listens intently.
Well okay captain Pandemonium sir. Just don’t go on the rag when the cargo can hear you. They clambered aboard the Dart and took their positions just as the black pressure hull closed. Pandora could now see 360 but only Henry could see straight down.
You won’t feel the blow
You won’t get no warning
You won’t never know
You can’t start it sooner
And fix it up later
And you ain’t going to read about it in the newspaper
Rich or poor, mighty and meek
Don’t need no ticket, you’ve all got a seat
Seeing straight has a gender color weather you like it or not announced the pilot. Dart started to scream. Rattle dry leaves and flu before the wild hurricane. Watch your screen and tell me if you see anything you don’t recognize. Say- wothefuck is that- and I am all ears. Glottal keep looking down or we all trip. All a head one half. Hull waning gibbous slow slow.
Slow gibbous hull aye. Dart engines howl- she is calving- what the fuck is that China. Remind me to beat that fucker growled Henry (forgetting as soon as he said it). Beat that fucker aye, snickers Panda. May be, but fuck Egypt. Soldiers in lines, defenders in blob objects. Stand by the Lathe of Heaven. Thoth be damned starboard. Eight O’clock load.
Lathe. Locked. And loaded.
Shake your neighbor’s hand ’cause time is winding up
You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other
I don’t know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen
!@#@!
Fish plate.
Learning your A-B-C’s
(Come on, baby, do the loco-motion)
I know you’ll get to like it if you give it a chance now
(Come on, baby, do the loco-motion)
My little baby sister can do it with ease
It’s easier than learning your A-B-C’s
So come on, come on, do the loco-motion with me
DPD: 102621 September; 1863~1908, Archetype full and round with a small point 154 BC ф±Δ
Tall girls could see more in the saddle, but small girls could ride faster. Pandora disagreed. She hadn’t much use for horses, but by now she could fly as well as Henry (who had 5 confirmed kills) on both sides of the line. They are still using horses you know, said Henry. Dreadnaughts (meaning fear nothing) ply every main and Abraham Lincoln still walks at midnight.
Lee’s retreat was the true masterpiece of battle says Henry. Gordon knows it as well as I do. Jubal still wants to argue and Schurz wants to stew about setting it right with the IPs. Alexander and his artillery was pitiful. Pickett was pointless, they say. Thabo was there on that awful day. Dart made that unholy noise nobody could hear and Chaska and Thabo couldn’t stand.
MHz- chimes in Chaska. White men don’t believe in ghosts. Henry sure do. Thabo taps out on the wireless. Look it him now. He seen one for show. Means it’s time to go. Punta was putting on her goggles. They measure you at the withers dude. Band performs in the nude. Down with cavalry and natural gas. Means you the horse’s ass.
Basic human needs. Not a concern of Henry’s. Not even a thought. By the time he was beginning to see his own middle aging approaching, Henry had graduated to having only requirements. And of those, he had only one driving him. The observer would be most likely to call it greed. Henry considered it reward. He had been afforded opportunity selection.
The reward was always predetermined and he had options of looking for higher rewards. Henry was considered to be a specialist and was sought after. Daisy was of the same philosophy. Only her one driving requirement was staying one step ahead of encroachers and she had no luxury of selection. Any observer would consider everything of hers to be theirs for the taking.
They drop away as Punta grips the cyclic and under her dancing feet Dart rudders majestically into ether like a Zeppelin. Henry forgets he forgot his notes and starts thinking about Daisy’s apples lap topping the Ayatollah of Coca-Cola real estate futures.
(Come on, baby, do the loco-motion)
Do it holding hands if you do get the notion
(Come on, baby, do the loco-motion)
There’s never been a dance that’s so easy to do
It even makes you happy when you’re feeling blue
So come on, come on, do the loco-motion with me
Such a handsome couple. Interesting, beautiful, in quality wardrobes, almost costume-like, that carried them through parted groups of people, who stopped in mid conversation to let them through as though losing the thread of thoughts and spoken word amongst them. Many a breath was held as they passed, Daisy nodding ever so slightly in acknowledgement of the importance lent to them by these unknowns in audience.
They were the beautiful people whom everyone wished to at least stand near, be seen with, to any proximity. Be careful what you wish for folks. By dawn, Daisy would be lovingly wrapping up the crystal for a future sunset. Daisy usually returned by herself, sometimes emotionally unfulfilled, but always wiser. On these occasions, Henry usually departed in a foul mood and that was enough for Daisy. It was embroidery to her soul.
She saw no reason to cater to any man’s moods. She loved him best when he was verbal in planning his dreams. Who wouldn’t love the opportunity to do such a thing? And the sunsets always conceived the gestation period toward the birth of dreams. As the sun extinguished its final glow, she tipped the glass in finality toward one further little drop of wine that was no longer there, and she wished, almost prayed, that Henry was nowhere near the mess up north that people were talking about.
Too many groups of too much Union, too much Confederation, too many vigilantes, and way too much in the way of dubious borders representing all of them. She thought of the all or nothing that wars eventually came down to. She rose and went into the house only long enough to uncork her last bottle of wine and returned to wiggling her toes against the now cool railing, covered her legs defiantly with her skirts, (she straightened out that way of thinking) listened to the cicadas…
and poured.
You’re doing fine (come on, do the loco-motion)
Come on, baby (come on, do the loco-motion)
Mm-mm-mm
(+)(+)
The Design von Machine
Hammer & Sickles
‘Cause you know it don’t matter anyway
You can rely on the old man’s money
You can rely on the old man’s money
It’s a bitch girl but it’s gone too far
‘Cause you know it don’t matter anyway
Say money, but it won’t get you too far
Get you too far
DPD: Indian Summer; 1863~1910 ≠ҷΔ2200BC apple pan doughty
She was just a little wisp of a thing. Machines were simple back then; buckles, boots, saddles, baskets and battles. You could tell the nature of a machine by looking at it. Wisps are ephemeral, lasting for a very short time. Her pelvic structure widens, the main extensor muscle of the hip, and Konrad didn’t know any of this.
He did know his skillet was empty and the boys were hungry and he did not know how she could possibly have so many fresh eggs. The basket must be heavy. Henry the Hessian could have been sutler shouting about stupid-head Sickles, and he let big boss von Steinwehr know about it with low unholy curses in the high Dutch talk.
Adolph knew as well as Henry what was happening. Sockdologizing Sickles thought that was a good place to put his guns. So he was marching out there with toots and floodles, his willie waving in the wind like a flag. The Johnnies saw it to, and were as flummoxed as everybody else. Don’t shell the town, barked Henry. Early is going to hit you like a freight train.
Get the boy Major over there on Bendover Hill. Steinwehr looked there as Henry roared in his ear that if he didn’t get some of Slocum’s infantry up now, he was doomed. Steinwehr knew that, and Henry skedaddled for town, thinking about Daisy’s gorgeous apples… not for making pies.
That it’s wrong to take what is given you
So far gone, on your own
You could get along if you try to be strong
But you’ll never be strong ’cause
You’re a rich girl, and you’ve gone too far
‘Cause you know it don’t matter anyway
By about 13 you’re at your ugliest. You got zits and your voice sounds like a scratchy pan. You are way too big for a baby and far too little as an adult. Everybody hates you. Then in a year or so a miracle happens. Hah. No miracle. Chemicals. Aye- well it’s a miracle to you. Your voice starts to grow along with your flagstaff.
Pandora opens up- don’t forget about your cherries turning to apples. The boys become a bother and the bloody curse is upon you like the dark side of the moon. A bush will grow like crazy in your fertile delta and it will make you sick. Wow marveled old Henry. Daisy had euphemisms that could
kill like that.
It’s so easy to hurt others when you can’t feel pain
And don’t you know that a love can’t grow
‘Cause there’s too much to give, ’cause you’d rather live
For the thrill of it all, oh
ooo
RF&P RR
Richmond Fredericksburg
and Potomac.
Hot as the sun on the sand
Just as close as two lovers all alone
You know where it’s at, it’s down to the bone
Getting down down down to the bone.
DPD: March ®™; 1865~3 anchor points, dialectics, eclectics’ electrics 1905
General John Gordon surveys the Union positions through a telescope on Signal Knob, Massanutten Mountain. Looking for any point of weakness. Behind him Jedidiah Hotchkiss, mapmaker, sketches a map and takes notes. I see him now says Gordon while fiddling with a forked stick to keep the telescope steady.
There’s Sheridan at Belle Grove. There’s the dam Yankee Dutchman’s black wagon down there. The telescope he sold us is paying off says Hotchkiss. Henry climbs atop the wagon through a hatch in the wagon’s roof. Take note to general stupid-head with my compliments he shouts down the hatch. Gordon. Should have sold you my tripod.
Just as fresh as your first taste of sin
As sweet as good lovin when you hear a soft moan
You know where it’s at, it’s down to the bone
Getting down down down to the bone
There’s your US Civil war in three words. Which one river. Gordon can figure that out. He’s a professional. We know what happened at Fredericksburg. Sheridan and Wright a line and the ribs are a circle and Early will not leave the Shenandoah. He was anchored at Lynchburg like I was at Harrisburg before the war, explains Henry.
Most officers were railroad engineers or insurance salesmen but everybody knew railroads followed rivers. Thabo don’t know (he said from down below). Denial Lee got his hands full of Petersburg. Longstreet couldn’t go two places at once. Your humble and obedient etcetera… colored troops gutter make Appomattox.
March 2, 1865, Early and the Army of the Valley ceased to exist. Jubal got away, but his artillery, wagons, and headquarters equipment were captured and his men were captured, killed, or scattered to the countryside. Maybe that’s where the lost cause lies. Henry headed for his ship off the coast of Savannah. Zeiss optics are the last thing he supplied to the doomed Confederacy.
There was intellectual property to liberate in Europe. Chaska began work on the legal structure for the intellectuals. Thabo attended the drama at Amelia Courthouse, a good venue for harvesting souls. Henry began sketching a dart to pierce the time bubble without breaking it.
Hover in the sphere and exit the same way.
You know where it’s at, it’s down to the bone
Getting down down down to the bone
–O–
Oldt Grandfather kNew
In Other Wards
lived Bud and Sis and Maw and Paw,
Paw sat and watched the road all day,
a-hopin’ that a trav’ler would pass that way.
DPD: Authaus Moon; 1871 401k BC pubescent crescent, gibbous candy
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. Legs are akimbo motion for everything else above; head, heart, etc. Greatest joint in the human (Senate) body, Gluteus Maximus is the main extensor muscle of the hip in humans (and not a Roman citizen). As a Chicago boy, William Henry Medill became an American major and journalist.
He is a commander of the 8th Illinois Cavalry Regiment during the earlier battles of the American Civil War. He died from wounds after chasing Imboden- (rat-bags on farm nags) at the Battle of Williamsport. He was also a compositor of the Chicago Tribune which was edited by his own brother, Joseph Medill (who gave him the fine swept-hilt sword). An 18-year-old girl in Gettysburg saw him ride by.
Town bustling with soldiers, both Union and Confederate, preparing for battle. The air filled with tension and anticipation, you could almost taste it. Distant sound of cannons booming and muskets firing.
The ground would tremble beneath your feet from the sheer power of the artillery. It would be hard not to feel a sense of fear and anxiety creeping up inside you, knowing that lives were at stake. You might catch glimpses of wounded soldiers being carried away on stretchers, their pain and suffering evident on their faces. The sight of bloodstained fields and smoke-filled skies would leave an incredible mark on her memory. A rollercoaster ride of fear, sadness, hope and admiration. Four points to watch.
the rain kept-a-fallin’, oh, what a sight!
His covers got wet and his clothes got soaked,
the stranger got so mad that he nearly choked.
Know your enemy. Where you look first tells them all they need to know. Where you look next tells them where you are weak. After a battle Medill would comment: the retribution of justice is falling upon the south, and her people will soon be cast forth to the world to be despised and kicked from door to door.
As the battle boiled over, poor old J.J. Pettegrew got mad… and Medill would kick the wrong damn door. He knew what he was doing. He said even if the war terminates in favor of the Confederacy, and slavery is never abolished, I shall feel satisfied with myself and the part I put forward in the attempt made to put an end to the abominable institution.
He told Henry now is the time to strike vigorously at the secessionists. If I commanded this army, the pursuit would certainly be made. I like our General, but I think he is too cautious; he lacks boldness and enterprise. So he said, but the honey traps were not just officers wives. Trying to lead infantry cavalry-style he hung on until 10 am 16 July 1863.
I am going to die without knowing that my country is saved and the slaveholders’ accursed rebellion crushed. The capture of Lee’s army would have ended the war in sixty days; now it may drag on for years. After his lips were sealed in death, the war went on.
But it would have anyway.
he never passed that way again,
and the farmer’s roof is a-leakin’ still,
he never got it fixed and he never will.
xoxo
Parts is Parts
About the Face
Her health was getting poor
She saw things in the window
She heard things at the door
Her mind was like a grinding mill
Her lips were cracked and sore
Her skin was turning yellow
I just couldn’t take it no more
DPD: 1865 1610 Eclipse; Dewitt butt, greatest joint & Daisy gets the point.
What you do with your butt is your own damn business. Look at the last war of the 19th Century and it is indeed a spectacle for all the viewers’ prurient needs. The US Civil War was a learning experience for the Prussian (German) and French military/ industrial tribes who were tired of giving every feather-duster with a title a cash tribute for being born.
Henry was furious with their choice of weaponry. He gave a Union general a .36 Colt Navy with copper cartridges and smokeless powder while our blockade-running Chameleon’s sharpshooters could hit a crows nest lookout at sea 1000 yards away. One of her 3 inch deck guns could destroy any limey capital ship at twice that distance. Schatzenputz GmbH had better explosives.
Look them in the face. Eyes hold the prize. Get it buffed. Get it waxed. Now it’s hair-free. Prussian needle-dicked bug fuckers. Breechloaders. What a joke. Bad execution of stupid French idea. Booty derrière or caboose age- Henry didn’t care about the storefront usage. Now the Jews are goddam Nazis. Nobody aboard had any idea what Nazis were.
Better death through chemistry mumble the old man (who had to be at least 80). Duke VonAtom and a dash of gestalt were riding rocking horse winners waving silver swords at each other when a strip down Europe caught fire. Later they opened the gaping maw of Hell and Sheffield and Solingen were busy as beavers. Likudniks and their noodniks.
On those little pills
She didn’t it was going down fast, ’cause
Speed kills
Thirty years of peace? You didn’t read the lease. We been all over the fine print. Carved in stone since ancient Greece you know. Don’t need to know where it’s been- what it’s doing- where it’s going to go. Suppose Longstreet had been in charge instead of Lee and they went around to the right and beat Meade to Pipe Creek- an excellent defensive position.
Then what? Maybe we would have four sections instead of 52 states. Invaders strike in a line, column, rank, file, and tip of the spear- whatever. Homies encircle them. Then the invaders are either absorbed or driven out. If the homies find themselves invaded from all directions, events both current fluid and electrical, the homies become invaders.
They are no more aware of their direction than a drifting balloon. Pitch roll and yaw are meaningless as elections and electrons. We have the lifespan of a fruit fly and consider ourselves consenting adults. Slavery would be called something else. If everyone goes home happy, baby:
that’s a good result.
Who come from across the pond
She wouldn’t heed my warning
Lord, she wouldn’t hear what I said
Now she’s in the graveyard, and she’s
Awfully dead
xxx
Whites got India
Curry me back
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Once you were my one and only
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Blew your mind on too much Kool-aid
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Took my stash and left me lonely
Yeah, yeah, yeah
DPD: 13 October 1871; Rosa’s house, man overboard- Xia 2070 BC ®§≠oy Ωb
It was 1875 when Punta was just a big bump under her mommas dress. The only reason to invade France was to steal their philosophers and chefs, and the Buoys (back in town) did so when they captured the Chameleon and put her out to sea- but they all remembered the battle… and how Henry was prepared to die on that Hill on 1 July… 1863.
Which Hill- AP or DH, snapped Henry. Harvey was a fine gentleman. Survived the war too. Little Powell was not so lucky. Where is your weapon. I half no venom Soor. Haw. Fine snake you’ll make. You carried the Mg-60/41 I believe. Ja. Und der M79 two boot eye grief dam op.
Speak English to me you stupid Kraut said Henry in the Swab tongue. My father made me a hunter. My baron made me rich. God made me a German and the church made me Roman with a taste for Italian food. Luther made me protest the Baron shit sandwiches. I couldn’t eat them all to a degree, so I made myself an American (Henry grinned).
Swab started to cry pitifully. I just want to go home. Henry’s eyes burned. Konrad. Forgive me for making you a sailor. Because of a good amount of stabilizers and an almost alarmingly silky texture, Philadelphia cream cheese just works really well in desserts. You will love the cream cheese plasticity.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Suzy Creamcheese, please come home
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Vito said she split for Berkeley
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Protest-marching Styrofoam
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Back then war made us both soldiers. Now Tom carried your body back home after the battle, but old soldiers never die. It is your curse as it is mine, Konrad. You wanted to feed their hunger. I sell them hope. Chaska will teach them to dance with our ordinance.
In 1872 William Lawrence, a dairyman from Chester, New York, will attempt to make Neufchâtel, a tangy, crumblier cheese product popular in Europe. There you will receive your just deserts. We XI Corps boys will have to redeem ourselves out west, and we will see Miss LaCroix down Longstreet. Henry’s business is now fast packet boats to run the great rivers upstream, his dock in Norfolk, machine shop in Harrisburg, PA and especially…
the theatre company.
What’s got into ya?
Suzy Creamcheese, oh mama now
What’s got into ya?
o@@o
We are Six
Clever as clever
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
DPD: Waning Gibson Loon; 1871 ~ 2071 BC красивый красный октябрь woo woo βπѰ
Thabo was the only one who was present at Appomattox when Lee surrendered and supposedly ended the US Civil War. Not yet, said Longstreet. His artillery guy (wig-wag) Alexander suggested the army disperse rather than surrender. Lee brushed him off and Alexander later wrote about regretting his suggestion. Pulling the curtain is no place for a puppy.
Alexander said the army may be ordered to scatter in the woods & bushes & either to rally upon Gen. Johnston in North Carolina, or to make their way, each man to his own state, with his arms, & to report to his governor. Watt a load of shite grinned Henry. Should a timed his fuses instead of getting promoted. Nobody has time for minutiae on opening night.
Two years earlier with the balloon to support General Lee’s defense of Richmond, good old Charlie Cevor (a Savannah boy) showed up with Forest City. Shortly after their arrival General (Granny) Lee placed Lieutenant Colonel (wags) Alexander in charge of the Confederacy’s new aeronautic corps. They had no better luck than Professor Lowe had at Chancellorsville.
Old PX was a friend indeed to Henry after the war explained (the crazy Indian) Chaska. I had a war of my own. Like hell you did laughed Thabo; (the Sergeant Major) USCT 64-67. I got the porter idea from you cracker jackals. Hm say Chaska. Grant promote plenty good things. Good war army is not necessarily a good peace army. Like Salvation Army. Rescuing holden souls.
I was just alive.
It is six years after the white man’s big war in Turtle Island. President Ulysses S. Grant creates the Civil Service Commission. The Indian Appropriation Act of 1871 is passed. You see where this is going, don’t you. Hell yes! (roared Henry). Business as usual! Don’t have to like it because it is… what it is. Well then (interrupted Punta) can we lose the giggle-tee-heed lip-biting doe-eyed cartoon-ass attitude toward sex?
You know- fucking and squirting? You could have heard Chaska’s pen drop. The Dart was hungry for another shot. Because sometimes hipness is- what it am not, concluded Thabo. The sky is red (like rose). Rosa Meade Thorn was six-month old fetus during the battle, a suckling @
the Gettysburg Address.
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
!@#@!
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