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NUkiEmOLe Poem #76/ 04 Jan 2020  A DReam That TRumpeteR Was Assassinated By Finch Birds

nUkiEmOLe poem #76/ 04 Jan 2020 a dReam that tRumpeteR was assassinated by Finch Birds

            a dReam that tRumpeteR was assassinated by Finch Birds

i had a dream last nite that tRumpeteR had rescued the US-citizenry from chem-tRails

and that he had outlawed all gMO”s and cancelled all but payments to veterans, U.S.A.

in the US: military-Hegemonyites league, because he is afraid of pTSD since never

protesting during 1958 thru 1975 V-C-L war and illegal-Invasions that brought J.S.O.C.

to us instead commercials on N.P.R., that finch-Birds  hijacked a dRone outfitted w ur-238

then his superior-Age being everythinGy-Bop of logic and never disspoils how he had

never wanted to lie to the we-People of the U.S.A. and the whole aero-Jet phooels 

contaminated world he has used as his aero-Jet flops around the panic’d globe 

when he discusses how he’d never want to allow Ukraines to have “fascist-Aplomb”

like that of zionist-Fascists who support number-One assassin of jewish not only Israels

the dReam went on as he stood in fRont of one-Billion saplings about to i.e. from acid-Reins

in a speech on the front lawn of mansion “white-Haus” now painted in day-glow rainbow

colors, because he was-not-only “maybe” that oxygenate is due fruition fRom ph0t0synthesis

his manner was soo aloof he forgot to mention his favoRite-Lay Melania, had given him head

sooo he could not further “demean those who he stolen from” to become “a-Hole: billionaire”

my dReam was not interrupted, yet ended w my being passenger in the aero-Jet i was 

passenger, watching the hips of the waitRess as she slipped along the puke-Aisle flying

upon the lap of a gal dRunk and about to add more than puke into the aisle because she forgot

their service does not include “non-chlorinated tissue” she was fingering fecal and flinging

fecal stench at the picture of Ohh-bom-bah-bin-dingy over the exit-Sign, when i awoke

i immediately got from my comfort-zoned sleep, walked to the sink and puked and heaved

for about 23.4786 minutes, when i got up, heard the finch-Birds wallowing in fResh snow

nearer to my metal-Pieces than thieves listening to my word-pRactices for these poetic 

dissonances, of mighty ”Exceptionalist/Conditionalist wordages, appropo ”funk is best”

as i realised i had not been gRanted my abstRact for PhD thesis, 50-years ago, 10th time

                  written by “R” the righteous, Addison @ SRC 04 Jan 2020

"R" Addison

I started into believing that I would be able to show my data and my photogRapHics in 1996. By 1998 I was learning computers would gain ascendant methods thru technics of programming for a future connected to data and information. That was nuclear-Molecular finding(s) to share and my personal-Activism w first account specifics and engendering(s).

As cameras went 'digital-Tech' I fond that editing was also to follow in 2004. Then, in 2005 my first digital camera had replaced usage(s) of s.l.r. 35 mm's. I have no mercy nor pity for the thieves who have stolen my hard werk, as anxiety of what I allowed was mid-stReam--anyway! Those asshole-Pukes have cost me $1,000's on a fixed income and I remain single, sole-Survivor of two-Families w.o. offspring!

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