Tuesday, August 10, 2010

My Brother Steve Francis Woodstock, MARINE (Deceased by subversion government), laid to rest at Arlington Mausoleum

We we're kinetic from my age of 3 and Steve was 7 when a UFO with millions of their Alien Species (picked us, to communicate with), we were on a ship bigger than our sky in our town, and lit us up like, daytime, early (ain't got nutin but the blues Harry-Nillsson Schmilsson) in the morning.

Dad kept our shit safe and helped us work out things that didn't give us away. Everything I knew steve would pick up on and visa versa, even over the farthest distances on earth from each other. Did that done that, including him telling me, black masked op's knee'ing his sternum and chocking him out the moment he died.

He knew LT. Calley and the orders he committed and took the fall fore, to see what levels command would tolerate.

Keep your song in your heart, live what you need to fulfill without want and seek to obtain freedom through your will of innovation to the market.

I don't play with thoughts, anymore..

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