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Chem-Rails gAloRe, acid-Reins, rath-blast of chems

Chem-tRails gAloRe, acid-Reins rath-blast of chems

mAy 5, 2016…

Today I saw rabbit but as wrong as my hip was ‘pains’ the foot being bandaged alleviates the other pain–most. I was into the air smells, as evening-Temps must have been getting downward from 70* high to 60-59°. What decided me on the slow pace was hip does not sanctify so much what muscle or tendon may be in use, that once I want to see rabbits and bird’s depends upon human verity i.e. that of a very slow pace–the natural overture to my study of the mountains here at Oak flat office! These variables, however, is what commands personal camera-Use: discerning elements of light-overcast-chems pastie-Excess, or that of not seeing the ravens for months on end, let alone a red-tailed hawk. Whereupon, at least two ravens around here I couldn’t remember them, i was pain-bogged down as I walked probably endzones deferences in question. The second or third catch, timespan, I guess yes I was just starting across the street I looked-up noticable not to trip at gutter’s need to heft. I scared two doves? No, the Raven spoke scoldingly to them warning of me. How? So well my accomplishment of the environs that I scared the two doves, in light of where did they go, tracing how the sun’s shining ever-so-low was augering hand-up. The treading-Thought was like you said going up and down doves but what then was coming from where they’d dived downward Oliver-Suddie. And next I saw what looked like the second hawk, but concentrating found that was not another hawk,but another large Raven. Like 2.5 feet wingspans at least!

The Hawk was fairly big now, the wingspan approaches 4 feet, post reviewing how nicely the moment of quiet-in-pain had been. And, to see that at least was subdued susceptible specificity, of remembering the light and that was study of hawk that brought me up here oh back in the 70s mid 70s 75 to 77. However, today it flew over me I heard the flapping of its wings–also be calm in and quiets and not over moisture and not overheat. It was amazing to see that flight from above me all the way to where the flight in wings told me beyond the second tree from where he was going to land, and he came right past, swooped upward, to what looked like a roost he flew past, higher-up another 25 feet to the mid-turn flip put swings came home clause upon the roost!

So there, then I Happened upon the two doves making the noise in the bad light with my hand up here, my pulled-down cap or both hands–and then other raven not one spooked doves, or me? The dances is so-very unusual. Here they come as close as missed me, but even-flow:wings my flapped but tucked and defensive legs inside. this very nice did not include a looped, but theirs is that accultural ‘blackness–coal black’. That was as jyful a relief to see as was not having but must take a break, from hip-argosy!

The very next thing I know was chem-tRails gAloRe I didn’t follow their track I know I could have but I picked up the Raven coming in the direction were those two were diving like over this this fence for automobiles or something–in the rating was flying very much like there was no wins to reconcile, or–what about trying to make my steps the reproachable (not rapprochement) of how much to teach the body what is the equivalent of pains passed memory of when the apportionment in my physical makeup was radically changing. Weld, my workouts in online from about 1998, to when video’s of artwiRks, was not presented again.

so I stretched out my body I came back to the permeation of the left hip where ever the tendons and muscles were going I couldn’t designate now sitting oh what is it to or lease 45 minutes later… So my walk basically finding the creative level of poetry of written and the fruition of photos of significance–but not getting as angered as I should be for the change from when I rounded the curve and started looking at the sun because it is a sign and I can follow the glare pretty, very pretty much brighter than better peripherals— the ineptitude of not planning and replanning, but having to fight off the stupid punks in medicine below. Okay, damnable-waste of time not contemplative.

I was going to see what is “an inundation of Chems-tRails” all totally gruesome as “acid rain” lambasting, harsher than any ole day, because before me i saw at least, 60. Then, since 10 minutes ago just before I entered the building again the blast of hot air, rath-blast of chems pushing the oxygen and muscling the oxygen to either make sure, the CO-2 aero-jets will return, and cause more oxygenate or for sure more acid-Rein—next time as laminations atop chemicals and radionuclides? Are they bring “rad-Actives” from the lower regions of once was non-Carbon messed!

these are my walks along the supple leveled-level concrete not so old not so unused. My feet presage ahead I look out to the side and I wonder slow-winds. The indigestive attack of molecules, begins to be indefferable. I am correct, I must hear better differentiations of birds, chirp. So, why then, not a website, master—hired. I do expend—daily—one hour walks and one-master of universal geography! Then, I do my ignominious walks home, but around the sheltered side, as the blast of hot air made me take my jacket off, 250-yards away! blast, anyway!

Peace is not wars, anti-Nuclearist is HALT NSDU-238…

poET, blogger-essayist for Universalism—Ecology
the peace-Warrior,

Bio-sketch (2-27-16)…

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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