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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

YESTERDAY. HOWEVER, WHAT WAS ORDER OF EVENTS ?

PHAETHON STAR

" BART, YOU'RE A DARK STAR ! " A YOUNG LADY IN AUSTIN TEXAS SAID, A FEW YEARS BACK.

WE ARE ALL SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF THE SUN. THE FIRST ' PRAYERS ' WERE OF SONG. THE FIRST ' WHISPERS ' OF RECOGNITION WAS THE ' BEATING OF TWO HEARTS THEN THE CREATURE CEASED TO THAT AS IT LOOKED TO THE ' BEATINGS ' OF THE SUN; MOTHER'S, THE TWO; ANOTHER UPON WHICH ' IT ' STOOD AND LISTENED.

THIS LENT A MOMENT'S ' SIGHT ' OF ALL MOTHERS, SUNS, IN ALL UNIVERSES, SEEN IN SONG.

I HAVE WRITTEN MOST OF THIS BEFORE; THE ' IDEA ' OF THE UNKNOWN G_D IS BEYOND COMPREHENSION IN A ' CLEAN ' WORLD, WITHOUT ' ALLUSION ' OR ' ILLUSION.'



YESTERDAY AFTERNOON





I FOUND A HUMMINGBIRD............DEAD. THE PATH I TAKE ALMOST EVERYDAY TO THE YMCA TO BATH.
OH THE MESSENGER ! REMEMBER
THE 9/11 PAINTING ? ALSO WHAT
BARTON PRINCE ' POINTED OUT
WHEN HE BOUGHT IT.

OF ' SUMER ' AND THE ALL OF WHAT IS
' OWNED.'
 
COCENTRATE ON ' BLUE ' AREA,
TOP RIGHT HAND SIDE.
 
WELLSPRING, A BOOK THAT MY
FATHER GAVE ME TO READ. THE
HERO WAS A DETECTIVE, THE
SHARPSHOOTER WAS FROM
NEW MEXICO; AN ASSASAIN,
AND HUNTER.

I WAS IN THE EIGHT OR FRESHMAN
YEAR OF HIGHSCHOOL.

NEVER TAKE LAVA FROM HAWAII.
ONE OF MINE IN THE SHAPE OF A
HEART.

BUT THIS HAS BEEN POSTED BEFORE,
THEN ' HACKED.'

JULY 16 2015 WHEN PICTURE WAS
TAKEN. I ' SPILT ' WATER ON MYSELF
AND BACKPACK; MY LAVA HEART.

NOW ' ORANGE WATER.'
MY ORANGE HAT...FROM HAWAII.

THEN THE POST, AT LIBRARY ON SAN MATEO.







 
THEN, BEFORE THE STORM...

 
THEN I THOUGHT, WHY ' EMPOWER ' YOU, WHILE A LIGHTING BOLT MADE IT ONLY HALFWAY DOWN. SO I SANG INSTEAD OF ' COMEDY ' AND YOUR ' EMBARRASSMENTS.'
 
 

 
 




 

 

 






 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 






THERE ARE ALOT MORE OF THESE, BUT HOW ' BORING.' I STILL HAVEN'T MADE IT TO SANTE FE YET, BUT WILL.
NOW, I'M IN ' HENRY'S ' STATEMENT " YOU'RE NOT A WARD OF THE STATE ? " WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ? " THAT'S WHEN YOU GET A CHECK FROM THE STATE "  THAT IS JUST ONE JUCTION.TOO BAD I CAN'T.























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