Court & Spark
Pancake Lake LLC
With a sleeping roll
And a madman’s soul
He thought for sure I’d seen him
Dancing up a river in the dark
Looking for a woman
To court and spark
DPD: Turnip Moon 1863/5; burger švejking Callhim, does divest Hikind Do woo woo
As the century turned, Henry was happy to leave Gordon alone if the Georgia governor left Henry alone. Like two men holding hand grenades in a bathtub, each one knew they had been players in an opera that had already been written. Gordon’s tigers would have easily killed Henry’s wolves in single combat, but the Dutchman’s dragon was death from above.
Henry had warned Jubal Early about the XI Corps gunners and gave Carl Schurz a clear picture of Jackson’s fearsome infantry now in the hands of Dicky Ewell. In Henry’s opinion, Early was a slightly better general and Schurz a slightly better politician. Both men in the bathtub pitied the fool when out stepped Johnny B. Goody, (thought Henry).
Henry’s business and nemesis was cavalry (during the war). The boat works were cranking out Henry’s shell boots (fast packets) for the rivers, the best place to watch the war. By ‘65 Henry had designed and produced a 300 kg. gun capable of sinking any (so called) ironclad at twice their range. They were black like panthers- the packet boats- and Henry called them panzers.
The men thought panzers sounded like pansies. Inland it was cavalrymen who spent the most on optics, and Henry sold only Colt pistols to rebels with their blunderbusses or yanks with their giant butter knives. It became more lucrative to clean them out in a card game anyway, and then the sore losers used the war as an excuse to murder you.
Calvary and cavalry are nemesis words to English speakers who know a bit about both. Fortunately, the horses were allowed their own redemption after surviving their last great war die-off in 1945, many of them hauling the most advanced FLAK 88 gun for the Germans. The Soviet smashed them with their T-34 tank and the Garand M1 rifle won the war for the Americans.
Bola bola. Now Callhim Dogface, Ltl Tut IP is spokesperson for Dart GmbH. Cal-HEEM Dough-FAK-key- if you please. Henry’s gray mustache twitched. Wotthefuk. Dog-face is supposed to explain what we’re doing here? It was Punta’s idea added Thabo. Redemption is always possible because Calvary shesay. For passing change. Glory train passed through him.
He saw me mistrusting him
And still acting kind
He saw how I worried, sometimes
I worry sometimes
She has good ideas remarked Chaska, watching Thabo slice whole potatoes to shreds with his chef knife. Pandora has all kinds of things in her little Punta head. Chaska marvels at Thabo cracking two eggs with one hand and pouring contents into an iron skillet. He hides the yolk in the shells. Nobody played the shell game during the war better than Henry.
Ah-my boy- guess which shell hides the elusive Pea ridge at Elkhorn Tavern. Whack says Thabo’s cleaver slicing off buffalo steaks. They say Henry beheaded a horse once with his saber. He only had one head then snickers Henry. Proofru de knight. Flop pan sizzle says a skillet bursting in air making nostrils flare and stomachs growl.
Here’s how you remember it dinky doo. Air CAV- not calve, like a glacier or a cow. Air Cavalry. Death from above. Crossed swords. All who had been under the reign of long range guns remarked about the short whistle-howl-scrum in the sky before the white flash. Wotthefukfukfuk. If you hear the noise- you’re still alive- although now you might be in a dark dank fresh mushroom grave.
Onion cum laude bombers and helicopters. Attack helicopters. What a stupid idea. Like the rolling iron castles called tanks. Henry had just stumbled on a scalar weapon the size of a flashlight that really wasn’t supposed to be a weapon at all. Roll with it baby.
Thabo wrapped the steaks in bacon, and sis Pancake Lake lodge boom drifting air is wonderful.
Counselor &c.
And the sea
And the more he talked to me, you know
The more he reached me
But I couldn’t let go of L.A.
City of the fallen angels
Θώθ
Leviathan
Bound for Greenland
We’re bound off for Greenland
And ready to sail
In hopes to find riches
In hunting the whale
DPD: Falling leaf moon PA~☭ Hie to the Hunters Testimony/ logbook of Callhim Dogface, IP. Ltl tut brawler suet & so 4th July btl6sigma
I got your orders right here, bitch. That’s what Longstreet was thinking that hot July evening in 1863. Hierarchy was important in the 19th Century. Especially in the military, and especially in the South. The difference was between a fight and an argument. The Yankees were like a great whale attacking our ship. Now we are the whale attacking Pennsylvania.
No question Lee was feeling like shit- but he was a professional like Longstreet and would perform no matter how he felt. And maybe Bob was right. He had done some pretty crazy shit before and pulled it off. He always relied on Jackson to be super-crazy. Powell was clapped out (wink). No shit. And poor dumb George will believe (or do) anything. Who ranks hooter- like owl calling their bluff.
Oh for the goddam stupid roared Henny-pen and almost over-knocked the beer (of his) slamming fist. They are still out there hunting (whales)! Useless to them for lighting. Too expensive for heat. Maybe nose oil for their belt-drives notes Thabo mashing potatoes. Ocean don’t care if it’s a battleship or a trawler. Here are giants out there in the canyon sand.
A good captain can fall asleep but be-gawk Henny wants an egg in his hoof-brae cackles Chaska HIYI! Keep crazy Indian away from your whisky now Thabo nods from mash to stash soles on deck. Feel the pounding we going to get when the artillery comes up. Not a pound for air-to-ground round (says Henry). Mdme LaCroix has suffered enough. Solid potato salad. That girl was super-tough!
And the birds here sing sweetly
In mountain and dale
But there’s no bird in Greenland
To sing to the whale
Daisy was as professional as we all were who showed up for the big battle (you know the one I’m talking about). Henry had chosen the same path as the war in its second summer. Powell had seen Henry hub-knobbing with Dilger and his 12-pound smoothbores at Chancellorsville, so he figured Henry’s wagon and its load of spyglasses, Colt pistols and Sharps rifles were his for the taking.
Henry had sold the telescope in Savannah that told little Powell all of this. The lathe and all the tiny chronometer parts escaped their notice, as did his Indian pony (who escaped on her own). The Shoshone pony used running caissons for cover.
None of the townsfolk noticed the Indian squaw headed for the Sulphur Springs in York with Henry’s capital canoe. Jubal Early got Henry safely to Lynchburg where they planned an operation with banks, specie, species, and Lincoln’s letters to Marx
involving reconstruction.
For a man to live there
And the king of that country
Is the fierce Greenland bear
And there’ll be no temptation
To tarry long there
With our ship bumper full
We will homeward repair
Θώθ
Draft Dodge City
Who Slew Peru
Our mighty republics will ever endure.
DPD: Empire Moon 1863/svjfk19/ 2800 BCΔѰΩ Ruth Anne Peru whose old ewe
Like most men living in the (United) States in 1863, Henry’s heart was touched with fire. The nature of that fire, however, involved the simultaneous expansion and contraction of matter and metaphor understanding (that is) time as a real physical thing. Like that rock over there. Boulder, adds Chaska. Like in Colorado. Or Devil’s Den remembers Henry.
Let’s call it the movement of artifacts. As long as your mind is confined (to a paragraph); language shapes thinking, culture and brains. Here we go, grunts Thabo (the Negro), which one is not like the other two. And mumbo jumbo will hood doo you. It never ends. Life is a Mobius strip mall run by spell checks next to Popeye’s. That’s the future. Cetras pair a bus
Thabo was point A being the oldest and largest. Chaska is point B being the craziest. Henry is transport, being into machines and such. After the gear grinding revolution in 48, Henry met a guy named Grenville Dodge working for the Rock Island Line out of Chicago. The owners saw Henry as a plump little piggybank full of foreign capital, which he truly was.
Henry learned points A and B from Strauss and Stetson about what 49er miners would buy. Slavery and secession have nothing to do with shit said Henry, and the Buoys decided Henny (their pen pal) was correct. Henry knew what soldiers wanted being spawn of the Landsknecht and all. Punta smirks. She was born after the war and showing her youth.
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Built by the people’s mighty hand.
Long live our people, united and free.
Strong in our friendship tried by fire.
Long may our crimson flag inspire,
Shining in glory for all men to see.
Glen joined the Union Army and was sent by the Governor of Iowa to Washington City, where he secured 6,000 muskets to supply Iowa volunteers. In July 1861, he was appointed Colonel of the 4th Iowa. He was wounded in the left leg, near Rolla, Missouri, when a pistol in his coat pocket discharged accidentally.
Henry made sure GD had better weapons and a better job by 1862. They worked together ever since. Pandora (their Punta) was tired of all that smelly locker-room Buoys bullshit. She had a world-class clothing line that promised to be as big as Strauss or Stetson when Uncle Thabo made her an offer and then Henry made her an aviator (and the rest is) story.
Aviatrix if you please says Punta. I could have killed you over Flanders. God cannot otherwise, says Luther and we Germans fear little otherwise thus and so etcetera. So why is landing so difficult in a time machine pondered Pandora. Because racism makes as much goddamn sense as speciesism goddammit grates Henry, her thoughts ringing in his brain, telepathy being a necessary skull set.
Jews on cattle cars? What about cattle on Jews cars? If selective breeding works for horses, why not humans? There was a time when we knew horses and horse sense meant common sense- which was not so common in the early 21st Century. Longstreet’s column is still exposed in GK Warren’s field glasses.
Longstreet was švejking- although nobody had ever
heard the word.
And brought to our homeland the laurels of fame.
Our glory will live in the memory of nations
And all generations will honor her name.
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Sum Won
Drinking Gordon’s Gin
I’d find a way to believe that it’s all true
DPD: Tomato Moon 1863/5/1910ΩβфBC log entry Singing Cat changes state,@^*\\\///.
War is a force that gives us meaning, and the US Civil War made US who we are. The Dart is not a time machine any more than the Earth is a wheat (or a meat) machine. Now we can slice dice, parse and piddle about the meaning of machining… and what it means to diddle. For example, Henry had no children.
Thabo had twelve sons and twelve daughters in a very short time because he had twelve wives. Ask Chaska how many children he has and he will answer all of them. Ask him how many are his specifically by birth, and he says none of them. Crazy Indian concludes Henry. I was miles away from poor George Pickett’s big charge that day. Hedging my bets in a war Gordon (et. al.) ginned up.
Akira was waiting by the docks when she saw Daisy alone and stumbling down the hillside path in her geta shoes and a dirty sock. She watched her with genuine concern, then started up the incline in tiny steps to meet her. The closer they came to each other revealed Daisy’s foul mood to the sweet Akira who felt compassion for her instantly.
Akira, at a loss in communication in English, simply gazed into Daisy’s eyes questioningly. She kept cocking her head at angles with a worried look on her face. Daisy thought she resembled old Sherman, the farm dog Henry named after the merciless General from the north. Old Sherman used to angle his head every time he wanted an explanation or just positive attention.
Both Akira and the thought of Sherman annoyed Daisy at the moment. Woman says it’s a dog gone shame the way some men bring their wives money and furs and jewelry. I come home- ain’t got time and smellin’ like a brewery. I’m drunk again. I’ve been been drinkin’ Gordons gin. Yes, Henry. Much appreciated. Look what all I am indeed learning!
Daisy offered him a stretched smile while being patronizing and pulling away. Perhaps we can leave here right now? She had become weary of her own boredom, needing something or anything to happen. We have a considerable amount of containers coming from those mountains. As soon as the ship is loaded, we’ll get you situated as well.
I’d find the way just to leave all the past behind
Hedges is where they fought another war in English, bocage refers to a terrain of mixed woodland and pasture, with fields and winding country lanes sunken between narrow low ridges and banks surmounted by tall thick hedgerows that break the wind but also limit visibility. It is the sort of landscape found in many parts of southern England, for example the Devon hedge and Cornish hedge.
You already had a deal with Gordon notes Punta. Told Thabo straight to his blackface at Charleston in 1868 if you attempt to inaugurate a war of races you will be exterminated. The Saxon race was never created by Almighty God to be ruled by the African. Henry responded, that’s what I like about Chicago: good music and good gin. Gordon vowed to shoot Henry as a Yankee spy.
John set ’em up again. I like that stuff. The young Israelis are Hitler Youth blaming God- for being complete craven assholes as part of their identity. Very deliberate and intentential, Gordon and his stupid-head Saxon race got a good lick in but couldn’t make the Yankees leave because they were already there. Haw! Not enough slaves to carry their loot home, they were lucky to break even.
Daisy saves Henry’s life by shrieking above the battle and flashing a tit. For tat, Henry promises to get Gordon’s boys back home to Georgia. Theatre taught them both how to change clothes quickly… and to take advantage of a distraction. In cards, it’s called cheating. Whatever was I thinking.
In theatre- it’s magic.
Still I look to find a reason to believe
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Brake of Day
Gravity Dew Wrap
And lovers await the break of day
Why do they fall in love?
Why does the rain fall from above?
Why do fools fall in love?
Why do they fall in love?
DPD: 3*J*; 18/9/~ Testimony/ logbook by Callhim Dogface, IP. Deedee dee tee he time +c.
Henry was the gamekeeper’s kid on some big estate back in a fairy-tale kingdom sometime when kings were real. The King of Prussia, for example, whom Harry Truman said could go to hell for all he cared. That was racy, naughty language back in the Doris days. Mister President said damn and hell naughty tsk-tsk cluck-cluck.
Henry’s day was the Victorian era, where they practiced the Victorian double-standard because it worked. Queen Vicki wouldn’t let toxic masculinity get out of hand, because none could be a man like her dear departed ( sax on ) Prince Albert (in a can). She wore black and we all did too until Prince Bertie got plump and started to party.
I’m not wearing that. Why? Pretend we’re going to a costume ball. Daisy was slamming her hands against the bulkhead. I’d like to speak with you in privacy. She doesn’t speak our language. You can say whatever you need to right in front of her. He attempted a little smile as he turned toward the geisha and made a little bow. She made a little bow back.
Each hand was buried in its opposite sleeve opening. An ornate wrap of fine silk covered her wrists so that no skin showed other than her face, and her face was covered with ridiculous makeup over a stark white foundation. There’s nothing wrong with this dress. It’s brand new, and doesn’t draw needless attention. I’m wearing this when we go to the mainland.
However, there is no mainland. Japan itself is an island, liebchen, and what the geisha has brought for us is what they wear here. Men too until very recently, as they are trying to adapt to more suitable men’s clothes we are more familiar with. You are going to have to understand that their culture is very specific here. She sulked and looked at all the waste of the abundance of material, lovely as it was.
And then she actually whined, something not at all of her character. Look at that belt! It’s hideous! You have no idea what I sacrifice in order to satisfy this waistline in everyday clothes, not to mention the additional restrictions of finery. I refuse to wind that thick, wide belt around me so many times. It’s grotesque!
Love can a be shame
I know of a fool
You see
For that fool is me
Tell me why, why, why
Tell me why
Henry worked hard at not smiling at her impending tantrum. He knew her. It was in the works. Alright then. I’m sure Akari might accompany me as I do my business here. I thought you might enjoy a taste of the Orient. Sorry to have put you into such a state over providing you with acceptable apparel for the occasion. And it is not a belt, it’s called an obi.
Akari the geisha brightened a little in the eyes when hearing her name and obi. She gracefully bent down and picked up the stiff material to make a display of instruction to wrap around Daisy’s waist. Daisy pressed back into the bulkhead, scowling at Henry. Go then! This is 1910. You did this to me by design! I hope I amused you… . You cur!
Turning back to look at her, he saw she was standing with one shoe and one white socked foot in the dirt, her arms crossed and her face scowling at him again. He ignored her fury and went back to walking toward the barn. She eventually caught up, wearing both shoes and the scowl and found him standing over a pile of roughly worked tubes resembling scabbards.
This is better than I had expected. Daisy looked around unimpressed. The worker stopped hammering and working his grinding wheel and waited for them to approach him. They were surrounded by silver in various forms of its processing. A silver mine shaft was being attended to in the mountain just up the road.
Henry, Chaska and Thabo (aka the Buoys) are over eighty years old now, the dusty sign in their Copper Harbor freight office window always says closed. You can walk right in. Those who do never come out (they say) but that’s just local gossip to scare the tourists. Their tramp steamer occupying the picturesque quay in quaint little Copper Harbor hasn’t moved in years.
That’s because she always arrives at night before she set sail yesterday- from a battle in the US War of the Rebellion to Savannah via the Oglethorpe plan- one of the locals who hangs out at the marina asks about Lightfoot and the regional anthem for the Great Lakes, their beauty and power.
Callhim Dogface.
Before I know it will reach defeat!
Tell me why, why, why
Why do fools fall in love?
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Quiche Lorraine
Sedan Prussian
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
DPD: 1863mmmm/yyyyy; Tanks for Allah Fish, Guns Jewelry & Ice-cream. Flowers candy &c..
Orcas are social tactile creatures like humans are. A pod of them are now ramming yachts to disable their steering in the seas just below Gibraltar. Unexplained animal behavior, like our civil war. Prussians had an army without a government, unlike the Russians who had a government without an army. Is it possible they know something that we do not know?
When liquid capital is disrupted like the Gulf Stream, the Dart knows the Orcas’ picket boats are signs of bigger fish. The 20 footers carry frightened boaters, the 300 footers carry large fungible assets. They came clomping down the street, four at a time. In hobnailed boots. Assets have white globes aloft like pawn shops or ice-cream parlor poontang. Pick them at sea and core out the rich tuber.
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
T’was the witch of November come stealin’
Like all invasive species who invade because it’s shitty where they came from, they jabbed bayonets and swung clubbed muskets. It would look like a neighborhood brawl, but at altitude it looks like ants swarming a peach pit. The Prussians took Sedan from behind while the French were arrayed in front with their nice new breechloaders.
At Appomattox least Lee was realistic. Davis was delusional. Happens when cognitive dissonance cracks a dogma. Means you’re fucked and not in a good way. Fucked like exceeding crush depth or flying into cumulo granite. Only a goddamn fool would see signs like Coca Cola red and keep on going.
The 460 foot ship was built by Lürssen of Bremen. The exterior and interior design by highly regarded Italian duo Nuvolari Lenard. These designers are responsible for many outstanding designs, including mega-sailing yacht Black Pearl.
Aye, but then there’s the Nautilus– a 328 ft. luxury private submarine cruiser. Faster and deeper than anything in WWII. If you have half a billion 2020 bucks, you can buy one. Yes you. See. How free. Our exceptionally fair competition plays out the leveling field with only the very finest ingredients for all
your unique needs.
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Δ±Ω
Telepathic
Hard as Brick
Long live our noble King,
God save the King!
DPD: Moonβ; 1915>1865< 3100BC Knot rocket Surgery pinker ton rabbit stole.
Sometimes earth is hard as brick… and soft as quicksand is when you’re getting a loan. Pandora looked at Henry. The moon is a harsh mistress. The sky is made of stone. Pandora gets to the point. That’s why we call you Punta. Robot, growled Thabo. Nothing but a robot trained to do tricks like a monkey, and the organ-grinder man is some pooh-bah in a suit that now comes from China!
You guessed her, child molester cackled Chaska the cigar-store Indian. Have a plug of some wacky tobacco without the dialect. Aye, but your brogue tells us who you are… they changed (born to reign) to (long to reign). That’s evolutionary! Close (says Henry). No cigar.
Daisy stayed with the plantation until the war was over, her main concern being her partners and coworkers on the farm. A few were planning to give up their stakes and move to the north thinking the south would never be a comfortable place to be. The majority trusted the arrangements they had with Daisy and the farm was their home, a communal life with loved ones.
She took a well-stocked wagon and a hired escort with guns and headed for Savannah for an extended stay and a proximity to the Atlantic. The Georgia-Carolina Plantations Co-operative was fairly new and barely trusted along with everything else that came out of the war.
King George couldn’t catch us to save his ass, and the Kaiser was no wiser. The Yankee warships were something to be feared. But we was not a-feared. Nope. We had the lion in his den by the beard. Escape to the provinces worked for a while, like it did during the days of the Roman Republic. Henry was afraid Daisy (Miss Marie LaCroix) would be tempted by eternal youth.
Henry hung her portrait (he manufactured from memory) in the con to show her she had no secrets. Nothing to hide. Henry’s hide was nearly fried by the flaming lash of ice cold Coca-Cola afterburner- the hardhearted Georgia peach. Henry stood for the rest of the voyage. Only the pathetic CSA navy was weaker than Henry’s knees. That peach had the advantage of reach, beach and bubbles. Supercavitation.
Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall!
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God save us all!
Daisy made the best of suiting herself to a few new dresses of finery and a few more for purposeful daily work she preferred around her own farm. As she strolled down Bay Street, posing to meet her hostess from Wormsloe at their agreed upon meeting place, she saw him. Henry on horseback in full regalia, unaware of her being in the vicinity.
She stopped where she was, staring after him, heart on fire. She closed the sun shade parasol and made her way down the boardwalk in a fast, but ladylike stride toward the same direction until he was too far to follow. Abandoning her chase, she returned to meet her hostess, and begged to return to Wormsloe for a rest, signaling no alarm as to her actual intentions.
Two hours prior to sunset, George had found a ferryman and they cruised the Savannah river once more, Daisy in a new work dress and he in farm attire. It was just prior to sunset when they located the Dart. Minutes later they were over Japan. Henry needed to show them something and it
was on him.
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the King!
!!!
Isle be Bound
Bahrain the Whey (you look).
Is that really your hair?
Is that really the way you walk on by
Are those the clothes you wear?
Oh darling, darling, is that the way you look?
DPD: moon1: 1915>1863< 132023 skillet hi gene lo de do de do ET. Al. c.
Henry obtained a pearl of great price by nefarious means as usual, and thing was the size of a blood orange. The skirmish they put up giving over the thing cost two good (grief) friends and damage to the ship. Al Khalifas crown jewel it was- sent to bribe the British- the marines were replaced by deckhands and damage to Chameleon repaired, she set her course for Japan.
Where pearling was in season, Honking China was like a North Carolina golden goose (in the morning). Henry hungered for a Geisha girl, the style and quality of Miss LaCroix back home. When not calculating the booty, Henry was raving about her body, beauty, brightness and the Buoys listened with silly grins.
Sexual dimorphism describes the morphological, physiological, and behavioral differences between males and females of the same species. Most primates are sexually dimorphic for different biological characteristics, such as body size, canine tooth size, craniofacial structure, skeletal dimensions, pelage color and markings, and vocalization.
Sure Howlers can vocalize- but they don’t have lyrics. Ants have wars, but they don’t have operas. Black as the Dart‘s hull, our battle flag will be the skull- silly grinning the inevitable when battle is necessary. We use the same strategy ashore as we did during the war. Hit them on the end. Bullets and bombs are a white tic-tac (Presserat & Warthog) psyshop.
Whoever wakes me up, I’m going to knock him down
Oh darling, darling, is that the way you look?
Stories don’t end. They just stop. Nothing is forgotten, and nobody dies. The Dart picked up passengers… stowaways as well- be they vermin or virago. Scholars from the days of Thoth, technicians from the future who are hired as quantum mechanics (for the ship)… and are paid in precious artifacts and rare materials.
Passengers come and go as they please. They take their time and move with ease. Stowaways and mercenary crew are another story. The middle ages are happening now. The civil war isn’t over yet- and it’s all ancient history. Breakfast is cooking, therefore slap yourself in the face with a frozen skillet then it
all makes sense.
And I, I asked my friend and I shook my head
But baby, is that the way you look?
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Shadow Dancing
Warren Musketry
I was chasing your direction
I was telling you no lies
And I was loving you
When the words are said, baby, I lose my head
DPD: Indiana Gibbous; 1863/65~1915 ≠ҷΔ2200BC disc pan doubt tea clang bang lulu belle mess etc.
Montgomery glands produce a substance that cleans, moisturizes and protects the nipple and areola between the coupler and pilot truck to keep the blast pipe and saddle from derailing the entire train. Happens when you mix medical jargon with steam engine talk. Schatzenputz Grapeshot (GmbH) mixed invention and manufacture: material was Henry’s gig.
Community and culture: ethereal stuff that interested Thabo. Visions of space and time: surreal. Henry spent his whole life finding nifty objects and learning how to make them. Now capping a nipple means (today’s corporate vernacular) shooting yourself in the tit . Funny, so many died so suddenly while doing just that. Different fun.
If you were there- nervous and fidgety and scared out of your mind… we have a tendency to focus on minutiae in front of us. Six weeks ago we were a 15 ½-year-old runaway who had never handled a firearm, trying to escape (what you were sure would be) a life of drudgery and boredom. This battle was called Antietam. There was a bridge. You are 45th Pennsylvania Infantry Regiment.
You pulled on a half-cock, and your fidgety fingers knocked the cap off. A whistling six-pound iron sphere knocked your head off, but your new Union kepi fell on bright gusher, his young comrade looked up in wonderment suspended there in the clear air. Snapshot will remain in his brain forever, blowing down the streets of Sharpsburg as Three Musketeers litter.
There ain’t nothing come between us in the end
How can I hold you when you ain’t even mine
Only you can see me through
I leave it up to you
Montgomory is only a memory now, along with Nelsen’s talking flags, the inauguration, Bedford Forrest, and all his baggage. His life was a battle from the start, and he said so. His slashes were deadly, but his thrusts were weak, and Henry told him so. Antietam creek still feeds the Potomac beneath the bridge, nurturing seeds from the Shenandoah all the way to Harrisburg.
The muskets still wait for the musketeers aboard Nelson’s ship, and today nobody knows muskets are not breechloaders. Matter that does not matter- both paradox or wool socks (Hentai schoolgirl) both and neither not all can be expressed in math. Calculators say + = * cross is prop
In the Play
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more
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