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Shadow Dancing   

Posted in Answers, Cool shit, Rants, Reality, Stupid-heads, Uncategorized by waldopaper on November 1, 2023

Warren Musketry

You got me looking at that heaven in your eyes
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. 

And in a world of people, there’s only you and I
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

Do it light, taking me through the night
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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