I re-mused my joy. Starting from Pythagorean to Blues at the birth of Rock N Roll.
When I could no longer fill my heart with music. That was the day. My fathers love for his soldier in arms brothers. Words, meant more than just patriotic blues to me. He said awe these things would come to pass. We would awe be famous to frame, to seize the momentum.
I'm experiencing those things now. There are offers of AR15's and M16's awaiting trade of my good used truck! When it smells like an op. Get out of building number 7 now. Now! If they can't frame you, they'll have someone else do you! Ahhh, smell the heir! How are they gonna pull it off? You know, they're kinda desperate. They've been taking out icons who could've smelled their shit and busted their chops earlier. Zappa, Lenon, even Jimi... You know they can make you hate your momma, if they want you to! Maybe a light of her smoke. As you point the lighter towards her cigarette. Whoof, the flame was to set high! I don't trust one mother fucking thing they're up to. I can see through their shit and it's pissed them off. They've got's to tarnish my impression. They let the, you can't kill an idea, cat out of the bag. And, I'm kinda contagious... In an artsy kinda weigh, that sharpens my pen, to prick the lil power monger fuckers. I, kinda pissed them off here and there. How can they spend awe that fucking money and wipe your conscious, for their bad! Don't you ever let them do that again!
Anyone of U.S. who brought light to bear upon those bent on deception would make U.S. awe, in peril! You know, they hypnotized those who've worshipped their idol to kill them. You say to yourself. That'll never happen to me until I saw that fucker on the TV GUIDE on Television. He'd walk right up to people on the street and hypnotize their ass in seconds. I stood there and said, fuck that shit! See, that's corrupt! Any creature with that capability needs to be separated from playing with the masses. Especially when their agenda conflicts with honor through peace with power, that our fore fathers died to give U.S.!
As a chosen lover not a fighter musician, tired of awe that fighting shit. I stood up at epiphany notice. Though in disbelief, my fathers and family Uncles words rang like a sacred bell. I won't war! I will stand next to those who bond to gather momentum, of we the many, to regain our government and Constitution. To work for U.S.. In peace, but I will stand right! Don't be mistaken. Never, I swear, never, on the offense!!! Never out of character, like the weigh the op folks work! They've employed and deployed many an abuse of our power entrusted, to them...
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