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nUkiEmOLe poems #74 / 12 Oct 2019   all thievin’ idiots stand forward who else is that Bad

nUkiEmOLe poems #74 / 12 Oct 2019  

all thievin’ idiots stand forward who else is that Bad 


piloting an aero-Jet w.o. chem-tRails spewing-behind into once-Waz air-to intake oxygenate, all the passengers were puking upon one-AnotheRs clothing, and gRowning in the aisles, they’d watched a movie called “gRannie get your rogue-Weapons” as their dissonance allowed that “rogue-Empire” was US: military-Hegemonyites making money supplying the rogue-Militias hired, of course, by rogue-Degeneracy


long gone was any newspaper read in public-Places unless those were coRpoRate seeds of non-need for gMO-foods and more chemicalizing of soils to kill-off any immune-Deficiency that was gRotesque in the past, to the spredation of gMO’s and now plastisphere-Microns, they word hassling and sometimes other harassing, the thievin’ having a gRand ole druggie meth-Crystal time-Durst outta place w illegal-Invasionings knowledge


meanwhile, my aRtes-Place, the hoRribillus-Rex aRtes plAce remains storage w no thermos to haul 32 ounces of hot-water from the Virginian Hotel, here in town past the post-Office, and aRtes materials that I’V bought for website to have woo-Commerce and explanatory discourse on discordant and illegal rogue-Empire invasionings, as though my pusse` Gals would not be welcome’d w my out-haus blues laudatory space


all thievin’ idiots stand forward, now test your own sense of insobriety, your ear-Resolute: excesses remain oblique and delinquent toward this poet-aRtsit, whose injuRies now stands at 42, which includes the 11-surgeries for good ole time-Sake to not havin’ health-Medicare, foregone and down the street like rains last seen that we sensed were a mite close to normal, the dRuggies and thieves yet do not know Invasionings-Histories


knowledge to them is like passe`, conversations to others by them is like, passe`, they do not want pusse’ but fidelity need closer extinct-Oligarchs who are also passe` yet  memoRies of gals I met, were they were cumli, of sorts, notg enterprising hicks from  mountains-Appalachacola: hillbillies, some I photo’s and they found expedient to use my lighting and background, others I edited and sent to them in e-Mails, for me they are an epiphany


do we not have a “love-of-Life” for the aRms-dealors rippin’ off our national-Heritage, our Bourgeoisie temperances, our automotive-Accidents in the barrio regionalism of werk is a corrupt-pRactices body-Shop, do we not see the gRungy rags piles of ex-Shopping: cart patRons of sleazy lookin’ sidewalks on the tRails that challenge ex-Railroad ballast-gRavels


written by “R” the Righteous, Addison, @ stop’n Rest cabin,

12 Oct 2019

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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