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nUkiEmOLe poems #25/ 18 Oct 2016 I’d Rather Listen Radio and Read plenty-Books

nUkiEmOLe poems #1/ 18 Oct 2016
I’d Rather Listen Radio and Read plenty-Books

I leave my cold-water cabin in high arids’ country south WYoming, w.o. measuring my welder for wind-nuts size
wing-nuts

I return and the winds make werking outside a venerable messianism, which is like wait man, wait until you can move and not have outdoors beneath chem-Fooker: tRails–how the paradox of our times akin ignorance of NSDU-238 usages and billions years half-Life

the afro-Amers have been snidely abrogated by typecasting for being-stopped while driving for the supercedent of funds needed for community that un-equally designates they pay again and again, their jazz oftentimes disliked by Polease: pole-Persons….

the black-Panthers were police-stated and MOVE was police-Stated, but what do the fascist supporters of Trumpeter have to state is remiss?

the winds blast away my fidelity for being a senior who needs house-care help and/or occasional meals cooked or dishes water-Boiled, first: washed—fRactuRing, what are those industrialists doing tour freshwater sources?

my website looks a mess, because there are no WP tutors, merely handlers inciting you not to have need of any but developer-Engineers, and how what politics was, like how did chaingang-Dickie make pNAC’s enterprise for neo-Cons belligerence!

the fire-Bombing German-civilians and Nippons-civilians by air-Force brass-Galore (pre: JSOC) must have been determined as “lotsa-fun: masochism to state the least” Un-just as Yugoslavia, Libya, Iraq, Syria, Afghanistan what country not destabilized is next?

spending lotsa time relating to what nUkiEmOLe should be yester afternoon the winds have dieted, downward…not the wars-warring: new-Rome (6:40 p.m.)

soft audible, a blast from semi-desert @ 12:50 a.m. peaceful, ever-so…

I learned weRds, word-addicts, word-adages, and less spiteful
use of definition-words…in Sausalito, from a guy who as
musician stated point-blank, that if he were not a poet, then
his musician-ship would decide: symphony, from jazz, and
maintain whether or not Rock…i learned grammar and Existentialism
from my mother: lots of words ‘n loving her son…

written by “R” @ stop ‘n Rest Cabin, 10-17-16 & 1-20-17

— Readying to leave the cold so as to lift w others and complete my homeward bounty of sculptuRes, going w 3/4T jeep yet … socialists and my arte` stuDi0 !

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