CharlaX Epitaph
CharlaX Epitaph
Underneathe the weather vain
Oblivious to the pain
Marking time inn aeons
Gathering no more gain
Holding on to EWE love
Waiting for the Lord HIS day
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Thursday, December 26, 2013
CharlaX Epitaph
CharlaX Epitaph
Underneathe the weather vain
Oblivious to the pain
Marking time inn aeons
Gathering no more gain
Holding on to EWE love
Waiting for the Lord HIS day
Thursday, November 14, 2013
DragonSpy
DragonSpy DragonSpy
DragonSpy
DragonSpy
DragonSpy
Amazing Love
four wings in flight
they seemd to be motionless
the DragonSpy paused in midflight
he had power over the wind
he was gliding stopping in midair
like a small Angel come to Earth to find me
sent from a heart of love a secret kept
for only us no one can ever take her place
love can never be explained easily away
but sometimes seems seen in myriads of dreams
old visions of golden wings
oh yes oh yes oh yes
it is her DragonSpy
I cried
Thursday, November 13, 2008
MSentity
MSentity
He just does not understand the limits in the boxes of the programs he responds a certain way according to the Texas sizing system that’s always bigger is the better way. We make them rather large out here in Dallas land. A Ten gallon Hat is covering a carapace head of small dimensions and beady little eyes too close together myoptic and pretended. His FULL SCREEN computer has a keyboard the size of his piano. He slams each letter on the screen one after the other like a drunk prize fighter. When he tried to make a picture in the Windows paint program he types the numbers in the little boxes way to high for the programmed paint to assimilate and then he sends his emails out of hotmail to complain to Billy Gates at MSN he tells them over and over again they just can’t do what he wants done as he pulls the drinks out of his Gallon and a half flagon of Cheaper Whiskey and he cries real long tears both twice the size of normal men. They flagged his hotmail account many years ago and all his email falls out somewhere in the snow over Wyoming. They monitor the impact to test the new devices in the hotmail invoices it says Yeah for Texas. He does not smoke but he is so preoccupied his ears burn a little bit on each side. He gets so drunk that when he walks he wonders why the ground don’t shake why don’t them mountains fall. His check is cashed each month in an automated stall he signs his money at the liqueur store. A queue is formed in the middle of the day near his tailor where they make his hats. They wonder how he keeps his lid on. They said he has fourteen wool caps of differing velocity to make the necessary spacing to fit the Ten Gallon Hat so he can wear it out. Have you ever asked a drunk to explain his life. He says to all of us like this "eye am a six gun toting hat wearing side winding long legged arm twistering long winding Ten Gallon Hat wearer." Belching like a air sieve he says "eye am a MSN entity.
He just does not understand the limits in the boxes of the programs he responds a certain way according to the Texas sizing system that’s always bigger is the better way. We make them rather large out here in Dallas land. A Ten gallon Hat is covering a carapace head of small dimensions and beady little eyes too close together myoptic and pretended. His FULL SCREEN computer has a keyboard the size of his piano. He slams each letter on the screen one after the other like a drunk prize fighter. When he tried to make a picture in the Windows paint program he types the numbers in the little boxes way to high for the programmed paint to assimilate and then he sends his emails out of hotmail to complain to Billy Gates at MSN he tells them over and over again they just can’t do what he wants done as he pulls the drinks out of his Gallon and a half flagon of Cheaper Whiskey and he cries real long tears both twice the size of normal men. They flagged his hotmail account many years ago and all his email falls out somewhere in the snow over Wyoming. They monitor the impact to test the new devices in the hotmail invoices it says Yeah for Texas. He does not smoke but he is so preoccupied his ears burn a little bit on each side. He gets so drunk that when he walks he wonders why the ground don’t shake why don’t them mountains fall. His check is cashed each month in an automated stall he signs his money at the liqueur store. A queue is formed in the middle of the day near his tailor where they make his hats. They wonder how he keeps his lid on. They said he has fourteen wool caps of differing velocity to make the necessary spacing to fit the Ten Gallon Hat so he can wear it out. Have you ever asked a drunk to explain his life. He says to all of us like this "eye am a six gun toting hat wearing side winding long legged arm twistering long winding Ten Gallon Hat wearer." Belching like a air sieve he says "eye am a MSN entity.
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