Mine Kamp
Jihad 4 McWorld
Look what they done to my song
Well, it’s the only thing that I could do half right
And it’s turning out all wrong, ma
Look what they done to my song
DPD: Legal distance off Sewell’s Point Moon; 1863±µπ 534 BC Doghouse, Eye Dent ꝾꝞﬠ vey vot iss ditchit
Pettigrew Right Hope says the headline on your head. You just joined the Hampton boys and are feeling pretty fresh. James Johnston Pettigrew- I know all about you. Knew you personally back when and you were a rising star.
Loved you for your talent and ability even if you were one of the quality folk. Big Shot in Charleston, you aint shit in Savannah GA. There was a war a-brewing and they throwing water on you like a drowning man. I really thought you were everything best about the U.S. of A. Still do. Author, lawyer… a scholar and soldier… you about to fuck it all up. Don’t do it. You aint got no chance in hell.
A chance in hell is still a chance grinned Jimmy John. A chance in hell is exactly what you got scowled Henry. The only chance you got is this: you will ante up and they won’t. But they got a big pile of blue chips and you don’t. We had this conversation, Jimmy Pettigrew and Henry, to go on (agreed Chaska and Thabo) as to how the war started.
We were in the don’t-care column (40-60%) who either never heard of it or had other priorities. Pettigrew was one of the finest Americans Henry ever knew. So the Indian and the Negro decided it was true. Conversation on Mt. Airy plantation in the rutting season of 1860. You can see where this is going. If it’s Boing… aye mX gonna fly. lifted up. amen
Look what they done to my brain
Well, they picked it like a chicken bone
And I think I’m half insane, ma
Look what they done to my song
We been in card games (James) Jim. On both sides of the (river) Atlantic. Jay’s eyes were a-twinkle. Tell me about the U-boats Henry (this was 1862). Fair enough. I’m crazy. Hessians talk big business when we are drunk. Ach but you are the one who wants to invade pol- Pennsylvania. Only because Mars Robert says so. Pee Jay. He aint the genius like Lincoln is.
Against your Pope, laughed Pettigrew. Well-spoken for a Jacobin boy. But everybody hates the Abolitionists, especially when they’re right. It’s because they are right, said Jim with his sad little smile. Even 50 years after the war… Henry could scarcely think of him without weeping. Old friends are like that- especially when they’ve been gone.
a long time.
Wish I could find a good book
Well, if I could find a real good book
I’d never have to come out and look at
What they done to my song
♥♦♣
Rx Old People
Truth lies in bullshit.
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known
Signs in the street, that say where you’re going
Are somewhere just being their own
DPD: Backstage paper moon; 1863~!5/9 centigrade<^>±π♣∑♪♥ny $quidz @ c railway 2chinas ꝳꝎꝔ
By the time she had nested in this particular time (and place), the Dart had grown. At the beginning of the war she was 300 feet long and 40 feet wide. Now she was some 800×80 and looked like a big black blimp. She was born a ship and now she was a sentient being. She learned how to think at 15, learned how to transcend time at twenty.
In the meantime, she learned to fly. To her human passengers she was one of a kind- but she was one of the many as long as she could think. Before that- even. She had the spirit of horse, the body of shark and mind of a hawk but had to find a place in order to disgorge her human passengers.
The ground crew looked agog. Is she going to poop or lay an egg? Everybody is a conservative down there because they love the flag and hate liberals and are pious Christians. Arms active in church work. So here we go again grumbled Henry. Had to heckle Chaska and Thabo over a headset. Their old asses being safe at Copper Harbor.
The yanks and rebs are going to go at it again. You should see the shit they are using now. Scalar weapons. Scaler weapons. Verbal assault is their default. National Socialism is an oxymoron and (once again) the cattle have no prescience of the peasants and their oxtail soup. Place is essential to them because their life is so short and their days are so long.
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town, known for its sound
In places, small faces unbound
The rebs had no medals- but rank was everything. Yanks had a pecking order too- but money was everything. We appear to be above some kind of giant orchard Punta explained. Religion is involved and there is a war going on outside. Death-head SS approaching. Panzerfausts and M-45s. Idiot. In Nebraska? Pandora winced and Henry poked his head outside.
Dart’s powdery skin felt hard as stone and cold as the moon it glittered like dew in the dark. Yo-ho below (Henry roared from above) throwing them a line. While ye shine yer bowling bald butt-faces up at me making donut mouths like cats assholes… HEAVE to yer verdampt davits and get aground our cotton Sons of Bosses.
Bowling balls bawled and small arms spinach to Popeye the goober man getting the war they were hoping for just like in 1861 when they wanted to do more than their fathers had done. Rosa Meade Thorn was born on the horn of that (socialism nationalism) battle and grew to Buddhahood at five. She chose the Portal rather than warn of the Great War.
Awakened (they mocked Christ you know) on Cemetery Hill while watching a murmuration of starlings. Baby stars (like) Pleiades. They saw the set-piece opera and studied as the once and future Earth. Fine art is part of getting to that point. Poe’s Law is our American Gothic horror story in the Romantic tradition. Henry got the 1900 renaissance exposition.
Raphael got the picture.
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone
ꝳꝎꝔ
Chaska n>Charge
Thabo Below Zero
Sooner or later there won’t be much around
Tell that to your kids while you driving downtown
That there’s only so much oil on the ground
DPD: Ideas of March; 1863-5~19^20<*Justice Chickens IP D0gaff ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ ♣ⱤײַꝾ±π⸎ et. AI
Alabama is a better ship than she is a state grumbled Henry. Sandwiched down there between Georgia and Mississippi… (the deck leaned) Alabama HIIIIEEE screamed Chaska from the crow’s nest. Thabo got the fire down below. HSS Dart (forget what her name was back then) surged ahead with her twin turbine 100 hp steam engines.
Quite powerful in her day during the US Civil War when they would rendezvous with Alabama mid-Atlantic. Semmes recognized her as the Tallahassee although she flew a Hessian flag, he kept a wary eye on her forward Hotchkiss deck gun- a contraption like he had never seen. Henry gave the Captain a broad grin and snappy salute. At this point in the story, the transaction is moot.
The crew cooperated quickly. Pilots carry pistols so they can shoot… themselves when they run out of toilet paper. Toilet paper? In a good conductor, skin depth is proportional to square root of the resistivity. This means that better conductors have a reduced skin depth. Skin effect. It is caused by opposing eddy currents induced by the changing magnetic field resulting from the alternating current.
Who is Eddy? No matter. What is the (current) alternating between (is the question). That’s how you run a railroad. You have to check everything that gets aboard the Clue Train. Note that in a scaler (linear) direction world Fa is a note to follow So. Me dough adds Thabo (kneading a joke) of his own.
Can’t cut loose without that juice
If we keep on like we doing things for sure
Will not be cool – It’s a fact
We just aint got sufficient fuel
You can run a railroad or an orchestra or an army on skin effect. A fight is much different than a war (or tune or train). Flight is personal and war is business. Your instruments, your seat or your rank determines your skin effects. The Confederacy had a whole hat-full of Lieutenant Generals. Union had only one. In battle, every man is in charge of the whole war for about three seconds.
Survivors never come back for thirds. Enough time to say what the f- and whap. Nobody knows more about skin effect than girls do interrupts Punta (for obvious reasons). We are all born with it- just like dementia. We are not always the first to see it in ourselves. Yukon see the landing zone.
Henry did, wished he didn’t but Dart had her toes extended. Was she a bird of prey? She was going to land there anyway. Grippers and spreaders. Pandora asked to hold her steady. Listen to the hair in your ears grow Punta. It’s the third US Civil War and it isn’t 1915. No it’s somewhere in the 21st Century… but we are doing a reenactment now- a replica- of a job we did in 1864.
The ship shuddered and settled like a nesting bird. What we need now is a sense of the absurd (gold rush) Pandora explained to the crew. Historians, archivists, scholars and scientists and physicists from beyond… talking, typing, (sometimes crawling) on screens.
New knew people
No excuse for our abuse
We just assume that we will not
Exceed the oil supply
But soon enough the world will watch the wells run dry
-40-
Platforms
Lingua Franca
(Such a long way to go)
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride like the wind, ride like the wind
DPD: Philemon; 1863~ 5 off Savannah watts god India ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ midnight runway ↑←♀π±∑⸎±♠
Now the weather wide-awakes are the bad guys, eh. What kind of people say this? People who want good stuff for cheap. Doesn’t everybody? No. Some have their cost-benefit scale calibrated differently. Or say they do adds Thabo. What the fuck you talking about Henry. Who going to complain about the rain. Not the rain but the pain observes Chaska while loading his pipe (bomb).
Punta gets to the point about patriarchs because Pandora learned to pee standing up. Better to be observing than being observed says Henry. Mudslide hidden every time. Unless you got wings Punta remarks. Like over the Somme day dinner. There are only three dimensions: forward, sideways and up. No. Pitch, roll and yaw.
Where does time fit into all this? Grant finished the overland campaign in 1865. Yes, but we were already here once. The dragon confronts the tiger. Henry talks crazy like that sometimes says Chaska (passing the pipe) but he was our white man. He represented us. Like hell I did. Gimme that thing. Dart scratches her invisible wings. We had business off Savannah and we were observed.
The cotton fiber whiteout like a blizzard and it was flammable as coal dust. Only 5% of all matter is visible to us anyway. That is what they say… with 20-20 hindsight. We had 45-70 (Government) foresight fire in those days. There are always parasites to prey on patriots like maggots on a corpse. Proud flesh is mouldering the air.
Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand
Lived nine lives
Gunned down ten
Gonna ride like the wind
Henry found blockade-running much easier after purchasing a few Union picket ships. CSS Tallahassee was a fine prize and the first surrendered cotton impressed the Yankee textile barons up north enough to let her transform to the Nova Scotia Chameleon bound for Japan. No one expected her to become GmbH Dart and visit the barons in their leisure time.
Barons are aboard their boats (and aircraft now) visiting other fine families all over the world and Dart presenting them with an offer. The American civil war was the same as any other involving size, equipment and speed. God’s will had become imperialism in less than a century. Speed became size much quicker.
Nationalism is a second millennial disease, a pandemic becoming endemic. Dart has better things to do and Punta say she needs us aboard without delay. Pandora’s box of voices sighs Henry while Chaska and Thabo make themselves scarce. Chaska sees screaming while Thabo smells thunder. Dart hears the calls of others of her kind from beyond the stars where the matter is clear.
There is a reason the Hamptons ( a fine cavalry officer) are north of soviet Georgia. The best people rule there- they always do. But the energy is clear because Dart is falling… not flying… from general to a specific fractal. The dendrites are Coca-Cola red all the way to Atlanta. Community of self-contained (autonomy mastery purpose) antibodies
emerging unconstrained.
My body’s weak
I’m on the run
No time to sleep
I’ve got to ride
Ride like the wind
To be free again
ꝎꝔy
Suspension.
Hangs Bellow
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin’
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in
DPD: 5.6/223Moon; 1863~`plu D0gaff ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ ↑←♀π±∑⸎±♠Aces DE icy &c.
From the Battle of Gettysburg, Henry bounced off the Civil War like a Q-ball in 1863. At the turn of the century he was 64 years old. He was 18 when his revolution broke out like acne in Germany and Henry had time to learn steam engines, ships, trains and… horses. Chaska was born into a war with the Europeans, and Thabo felt that he was the object of it all.
At sea when Chaska was aloft, Henry at the wheel and Thabo below was when they were most alive (they say). Who do? The crew. A few ship officers now were wharf rats when CH&T stole the CSS Tallahassee fair and square in 1865. Suspension bridge over Yooper lite b d longest in the world. Punta is pissed. TM™ Dart with dragon 2 heart awakens with meta gold watching.
Simply out of curiosity, she denied herself her westward direction toward the hawk, she followed the east side of the Susquehanna toward the apparition of the vessel. Daisy sincerely doubted it to be a functional sailing vessel requiring any depth of keel. The river was too unreliable for that. There were way too many shallows, rapids and currents for even the most apt of navigators.
She hugged the shoreline, fighting the horse as he constantly preferred a route he found more accessible to his comfort. This fucking guy, she thought. These difficult men. All of them. And then she came upon it. Slightly slanted, moored to a downed limb, was the Dart. Henry always claimed his ship could fly. Daisy always skeptical…
And the ships will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
Then the tide will sound
And the waves will pound
And the mornin’ will be a-breakin’
Punta glared at her from the foremost stanchion in disbelief. Thabo appeared from the hatch and staggered to where Punta stood. Hey! There you are! We’ll come get you! Daisy stayed on Unmoglich and waited, unsure of her own eyes, until Henry joined them at the bow. He grinned, hands on hips. The horse stays on the mainland.
As she dismounted and gathered her traveling packs, she notices a family traveling with a pitiful wagon on the trail above the water’s edge. You need an additional horse! He needs a lot of love, as a warning though. Nasty, he is, but works in a pinch (she hollered up to them). She glanced at Henry, seated herself. Where to… To fight. I would have guessed that. But where might that be this time?
Blacklight adds Thabo opening another deck. Chaska opens another beer and notes that we are here. Chaska and Thabo have kids who work for the company- but not Henry. He never learned much about women. Daisy did her best in the old days and now Pandora had been picked for that purpose. Shades of Sherman’s army were marching to the sea again (in Henry’s mind) and so said the board of directors in 1905.
There ain’t no sanity clause. Comrades keep mum. Along with the watch and speech, Henry was entitled to permanent residence aboard the Dart. The ship’s flying capability was only a myth and the time tuning known by Punta and the three old men, who (allotted their three score and teen), scored more than that and cribbed at least ten more unbeknownst to anyone.
Gold watching™ re: tires.
For your weary toes to be a-touchin’
And the ship’s wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin’
ꝎꝔꜳ
Against Fate
Art is Revolting
On a barstool, she took off her ring
I thought I’d get closer so I walked on over
I sat down and asked her name
When the drinks finally hit her she said, I’m no quitter
But I finally quit livin’ on dreams
DPD: 3rdMullberry Moon; Jerusalem Art choked, Yippy68 1863~^! ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷarr I.P. Raindrops, rsvp
Henry is fond of putting messages in a bottle. He drops them overboard at sea, but rarely on the river. Terrorists? Why not artillerists? Or empiricists? Baptists or hognuts interrupted Punta (who couldn’t help rolling her eyes). They say he dropped one the size of a bucket mid-Pacific under sail. Bobbed in our wake for two days added Henry.
Newspapers are from what we called the future. Got blinded and burned bringing them aboard. You must send crew to fetch artifacts and leave him lest she dive and drown all aboard except the pilot. Henry’s eyes twinkled like guns in the Fokker scourge. First time Henry liked fighting was in the air (over Flanders). Like Sickles at Gettysburg. He left us bones (an artifact).
Henry Ford put messages in a bottle as well. Huguenots. Deutsche Welle. Leadership quality was on his mind when he started the tin Lizzy in 1908. Black Bess for the US. Springfield rifles built our empire. And a lotto hot air from your derrière old man notes Punta awakening HSS Dart. Bring the ship to life she says over the tube and the crew falls to their launching stations.
Trans dimensional tuner. Nothing metaphysical about it… but there are always witches and werewolves (toroidal) closing in behind you. Those who cannot work will escape up the chimney. It looks like an N with a vertical line in the middle. Lubbers think the answer lies somewhere in there. Just go click- that’s their trick. The one with the scissors is looking at you.
I thought how he looked out of place
He came to the woman who sat there beside me
He had a strange look on his face
The big hands were calloused, he looked like a mountain
For a minute I thought I was dead
Although Henry Ford resisted some kinds of change, he always championed the advancement of materials engineering, and often mechanical and industrial as well- but above all, ingredients are crucial. I will build a motor car for the great multitude. It will be large enough for the family, but small enough for the individual to run and care for. It will be constructed of the best materials…
By the best men to be hired, after the simplest designs that modern engineering can devise. But it will be so low in price that no man making a good salary will be unable to own one – and enjoy with his family the blessing of hours of pleasure in God’s great open spaces. The best men to be hired. Aye. Calvinist or Hobbs ian.
Henry (Chaska and Thabo’s friend) quite agreed- although it remained a mystery to the old men why everybody hated Jews so much. Maybe because they tended to be merchants. Who knows. Hire the best men. Chaska would find them. Thabo would make them the offer they could not refuse. At least nobody ever has (so far) refused.
They only had to be the best. Didn’t care if they were Jews… or even women. Punta was a shiksa for sure but nobody cared as long as the Dart got home safe- cargo or not. That is Henry’s anguish: arriving without cargo is unprofessional. Daisy understood that while Coca-Cola red was morphing, and Pandora saw the swastika…
evolving. For real.
He turned to the woman and said
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times
But this time your hurting won’t heal
ꝳꝎꝔ
Manna Bowl
Rigging a Jig of Heaven
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from the schools
I was standing on a noisy corner
Waiting for the walking green
Across the street he stood
And he played real good
On his clarinet, for free.
DPD: VeDay moon; 18/19/2063, Buttfork Egypt D0gaff ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ SquawLaw Churchboy yolk on u ꝳꝎꝔy
Insert numbers in your answer, and most people will believe you. Sports ball entertainment until arriving in the front yard. Pandora (aka Punta) blinks at such a statement from Henry (the refugee). Chaska the Indian wanted to know the question. Negro Thabo was doing the math. HSS Dart was the answer arriving up the street, now that boats can go there.
What you hear over the air is a bad corny turd toon and you know it. The war is a lie, and you know it. Yet here it was, coming down the streets of Savannah in 1865. You know the actors you see in pictures now aren’t in charge of anything. Sound and fury signifying nothing. Stamen. The flower of our youth. Bla bla bla.
An exhausted Daisy was helping out early the next Monday at The Hungarian Saloon. If her hunch was right, Henry would undoubtedly make a showing there while in the area. Without being verbal, he would follow the beaten paths of the most interesting men closest to his kind to the places that mattered most concerning food, drink and other comforts.
All such venues were closed on Sundays by Commonwealth Decree, so her next public workday was a very long day away. There was the lifestyle inversion that Daisy had succumbed to that sometimes caused her some depression, but Daisy had become to depend upon her alliance with patience. Things changed in a split second… even as it was in her life within the south.
I’ve got a black limousine And two gentlemen
Escorting me to the halls
And I play if you have the money Or if you’re a friend to me
But the one man band By the quick lunch stand
He was playing real good, for free.
I was watching to see if a Negro and Indian were perhaps traveling alongside my girls. One can’t be too safe with all the bickering nowadays. She planted herself squarely in front of them as if waiting for an answer. Waiting also for a flirtatious expression she guessed. No horses allowed on that particular coach train Ma’am (the heavier one explained patiently) as though speaking to a child.
And some sort of military man met them down the street with two fresh horses for their travels south, it appears. Ooh! Daisy exclaimed with a wide eyed grin. I’ll bet he was a conscription man! I know all about them. They frequent my girls’ home while rounding up men for fighting. They’re soooo nice…
She couldn’t help but feel that horse and rider were headed straight for the portals of hell and the men who had little respect for its purpose. When the trail dust had settled, and Dianna stood alone, still facing their route out of town in front of her Rose Garden Boarding Home, she scraped all prior pretenses the two women had shared, whispered to herself in the cooling wind, but audibly in her breath:
God’s speed… Daisy. The pistol shots you hear next door are different. During the war aboard a luxurious riverboat used to transport well-connected officers and their staff, haughty wives, mounts &c., a robber baron sniffed at Henry. Working class. I could simply hire one half to kill the other half. Isn’t that (thought Henry) what is happening now sir. Are you in for $100,000. (De and/ or Ri) Pistil in das Boot…
Torpedo- Los!
(angeles)
I meant to go over and ask for a song
Maybe put on a harmony…
I heard his refrain
As the signal changed
He was playing real good, for free.
ꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ
Ewe Sea
Loose Canon
I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin’ out the window at the darkness
‘Til boredom overtook us and he began to speak
DPD: Apogee; 1863-5/05/52 D0gaff ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ Theory Volk yoke on u ꝳꝎꝔy &c. SOP wannabe
What’s in a name Henry would answer to anyone who cared to ask in 1915. He had first heard of Shiloh years ago as a ruckus downriver at Pittsburg Landing. Henry was dealing with American bankers at the time and was not thinking of the war. True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily—how calmly I can tell you the whole story. We deal in tall timber, good sirs! For your whaling ships! We wish to invest…
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep
‘Cause every hand’s a winner and every hand’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep
Imagine being in a metal tube with a two-ton heavy thing. Tube tips and heavy thing tumbles down thunk. Henry is a frog on a bowling alley and he knows it. Henry is only a small soldier of the Carnegie clan who wanted to be seen as a fresh cake with loads of European money from some faraway fairytale kingdom. That he was, even as a veteran of the revolutions of ’48 when the royals dominated the rebels.
How was the clambake this evening? No bad ones, I hope. Not unless you count outsiders. Daniel looked around like he was expecting something to jump out at him. Oh. You mean the party crasher. The what? The party crasher (Daisy says). It’s what we, in the S… Snow Mountain area call an unexpected guest. (Overnight mental health is behavioral health.) I reckon so, in a
1952 Green Imperial
Know when to walk away and know when to run
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealing’s done
ꝳꝎꝔ
Streetwise
Rhizome Surprise
Nothing can stop the Duke of Earl
And-a you, you are my girl
And no one can hurt you, oh no
DPD: Moon Day; 1863~± Dogfake Key, captain’s grog ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ Out 4U anyway gangway
Neurodiversity is a framework for understanding human brain function and mental illness. It’s ok to be crazy as fuck as long as you don’t get out of line. Dendrites are different. Both rhizome and dendrite will be seen as invaders anyway- but the difference is symmetry. The rhizome maneuver is asymmetrical. A rhizome maneuver is a surprise attack made from an unexpected direction.
Dropping through a wall or floor. It’s a hotdog maneuver the Romans used against the Jews and other troublesome pests. China had been dealing with malcontents for a thousand years by then. So there’s Elmer Fudd (US)- tweaked out about the usual suspects- all the way to the front. Me first. Stripes aplenty. Vexed, vaxxed and waxed.
Religion is the famous Gettysburg fishhook through Elmer, dangling him before the invader. It was 1864 when Henry felt twin steam motor hooves through the steel hull of CSS Tallahassee as he Chaska and Thabo were again at sea making sure the Union picket boats were the ones properly bribed. Difference between empire and union is the invisible hand.
You’ll be my Duchess, Duchess of Earl
We’ll walk through my dukedom
And a paradise we will share
Dark matter should be called clear matter in the penumbra of probability. It appears (wink) to be invisible. Henry convinced them to roll off the 100 pounder rifles amidships webbing the serf. Her Majesty’s ships required more paperwork. All had their eye on the box that would get them by as tramps while others were Bolshevik potato stamps.
See that light (wink). Henry held up a new lens in front of the telescope. We should be the only ones to see the (wink) red lights at the entrance of our boathouse on Turtle Island. Hm. Chaska squinted at two lights and wished he were in Minnesota. Thabo couldn’t see anything and wanted to go back to Hong Kong town or anywhere but here. Damned torpedoes.
Breakers pounded even at low tide. Out went a load of hoarded gold and speculative silver… for their hot and perishable cargo of European mail from persons in Bombay to Berlin (and beyond). The ship was admired around the world by those who knew ships (that knew rivers). She had no name yet, but she was
an object d’art.
Nothing can stop me now
‘Cause I’m the Duke of Earl
So hey yeah yeah yeah
ꝳꝎꝔ
Dendrite & Rhizome
Blockade Runners
Since I was eighteen
Ten lonely years of my life taken
I’ve been living in the pages of a magazine
It breaks my heart to awaken
DPD: 4D Bz; 1863~ **68; ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ Dogface log sniff test CD/IP time 4 zzzzz
Henry regarded JD Bulloch as a Burnside with brains, and while he barely knew Ambrose B. he knew the Bulloch boys quite well and regarded them as both friends and competitors. All had common interests along the river Clyde in Scotland where they waged a grim game of paper. Between Savannah and Scotland was where Henry demonstrated his superior ordnance.
Fraser, Trenholm & Company outwitted Henry ashore nearly every time (during the war). After that Henry was assimilated. Resistance was feudal thanks to his baron Carnegie, the century turned and the victims become predators once again. Trenholm held the Dart GmbH financial capital for nearly a century.
Daisy overhead it. A friend of a boarder ate with another friend of a boarder, and just prior to paying for the food he took from the actual boarder’s pantry, he was telling an account of the clambake. It was always referred to as the clambake as it was more of a ritual than a spur o’de moment party. Those miners. They had more stories to tell than the library. They wasted no paper.
The newest one was building up a fantastic rumor of kidnapping additional help from the mutha country. Wales ain’t the mother country, you simpleton. They give Queen Vicky the shits every minute they can. Her own boy had to run from the Welsh women to the Irish in order to find a good beddin’ partner yeh know. That alone is gonna kill the royals, you know how they are with their noses up to the heavens an’ all.
Whoever you claim
It’s open to interpretation
Just remember your number
And abandon your name
And hold on to your imagination
As she retired fully dressed in anticipation of the long evening before her, Daisy closed her eyes and saw the man halfway reclined against the old tree, his mostly unorthodox kind of uniform reflecting the oranges of the fire within the highly polished buttons. The ever present arrogance emitting its own mist within his own aura. And as laughter erupted from a downstairs room…
Daisy awoke fully once more before sailing away into slumber with her imagined observance of a further reflection coming from the sword at the side of the stranger she knew to be Henry. He was passing through. Did he know, or even care, that she was near?
It is easier to imagine the end of the world than to imagine the end of capitalism (a testament to its utility) or imagining a world without sex. Or grabbing as many fungible tokens of both as possible. Henry was not the first nor only one to make a device that transcended time. There are others out there who do this without any prosthetics at all, but cannot comprehend running or swimming.
These are trans-dimensional beings, and up until the ?2nd Century, the only way most became transdimensional was to die. Nothing is forgotten, and nobody dies. How do you like living in (the USA) Nazi Germany? Admit it. Dream or diꝳꝎꝔ
See the Forest
Sleep, come free me
Please, please, please, please
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
ꝳꝎꝔ
waldopaper 
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