All innocent humans redeemed through Christ.' Who you have caused to die are now observing each throw of the dice, you
Won no power, with their deaths you caused..And stand in error..Oh fie on you all. For humanity stands despite the lies in
The now and eternity.' Under a loving Gods
Eyes.' Who gave you a stage.' To display all
You are.' Just as with herod ceaser and pharoah and lucifer that star.' They all revelled in their power.' And caused immense pain..For they percieved their
Special status would never wane.' So they
Built their treasuries..Yet outside of God reign.'
Which is allowed..' Yet is in sheols
reekless deeps its plain..God now
owes them no-thing.' And no thing exists of itself.' Watch
As for isreal temporal realm..That no more
Wrestles with God'
the world is turning, soon to
Be allowed to tear
Them down.) In the main.)
I want to stay inside
No need to open up
That would risk my peace of mind
Remember my safe place is enough
Only need a paper and pen
Verses on a pc if able
Emerald eyes every now and then
Reading writing no cable
Time passes me indeed in my introverted dream
Soon, you will be avoided,
If those things aren't provided;
A strong Union divided
And things cease to be guided...
You had kept back wanted files,
As The Mistrusting went miles
To have them placed on table;
Your matter flashed on cable:
"Max has something had to hide,
Us all taking for a ride!"
You'd be lucky if you won,
All of them sure you shall run.
At first, it was like a fable
That a strung-up cable
Would be perfectly able
To remain stable
As far as a far-off table
But this, magically, did
The openness of a pot without lid …
And The Doubting his shame hid,
Still Abel’s companion did him bid
Not to walk away like a kid
For having walked into rules gamblers heed
First surrendering The Five thousand agreed …
But-Alas! –Careless Abel
Was not able.
just dots upon
the greenwich sky
swinging london
from the air
with eyes wide shut
and riding high
across the thames
'where tourists dare'.
If you are going to attempt a waltz in a spotty teapot costume complete with a lid then do remember not to partake in tea drinking beforehand because the liquid might ruin the material and thus render the authenticity of the costume. People then would not quite believe that the waltz was going to be preformed by a tea pot for the fabric would be unsuitable to maintain an act. Acts admirably administer admirable and administrative actions. And a duty bound club of a chosen cup formation is now passing down the streets of the towns to clink and wave their handles at passers-by. And passers-by are neither Portarlington polestars pulsating, pink pine poles picking pogos. And neither are they decagonal in diameter. Disc like then. Good. Spin spin spin. Great. An electrical elephant prancing in a printed gown with a pointy hat. A peanut is very very inebriated and fell off a cushion. Left angled mirror equals four wheels driving to a dunk. Xxxxx authentication z z znz at thirty six hollering hula hooping hummus humps to twenty one beef cutlets in tight trousers. Z
I’m waiting for the elusive cable guy.
His window is 1-5… I wonder when he will finally drop by.
I don’t know if he is worth makeup and frills,
But who knows, maybe it will help my bill.
The last time he came there was no charge.
I hope he doesn’t make up for it with a fee that is large.
Come on cable guy, it’s been 2 hours…only 2 more to go.
The afternoon is shot, you are so slow!
Well he finally made it, and it didn’t cost me a dime!
The makeup and hair was worth my time!
I won’t complain about the cable guy anymore,
He fixed it for free, what more can you ask for!
The cable guy showed up at 5
And what was most surprising
Was not that he arrived on time
With no one compromising,
But rather that he did his job
And fixed what wasn’t working
(Although I won’t be shocked
If other problems might be lurking).
So far, so good. With fingers crossed,
I’m watching my TV.
The cable guy was nice, but still
There is no guarantee.
the sky is a thousand hues
of the same colour, one painting /\
splayed twice, yielding /\/\
an invisible dissonance
between the pointed rooves
of suburbia [/\/\]
natural/unnatural
On a painting of two black triangles by Agnes Martin
When I was young, on our TV,
The channels numbered seven:
2, 4, 5 and 7, 9, 13
And, oh, 11.
The picture was in black and white,
Past midnight, we saw snow;
But no one ever did complain –
For what else did we know?
Of course, we watched our shows for free
‘Til cable came along;
And paying for what once was gratis
Always felt so wrong.
Yet pay we did, for entertainment
Seemed like what we’d need;
But now some stations have been yanked
Because of someone’s greed.
I can’t determine who’s at fault –
Time-Warner? CBS?
But take my shows away and I
Am feeling some distress.
This conflict must resolve right now.
One side has got to bend;
For I can’t live unless I know
How Dexter’s going to end!
I'm feeling mentally unstable
Apparently I just lost my cable
Television done gone on the fritz
Gonna' miss my Monday Night blitz
Telephone dead as a doornail
Can't check my freekin' email!
This service ain't nothin' but trash!
Guess I'll go to the bar and get smashed
What's this? It's back on? How 'bout that?
Guess I won't need this baseball bat...
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supports cars huge trucks each day...
last inspection when
The TV Cable Bill Goes Up Again
By Elton Camp
When towns allow creation of a monopoly,
Its prices will always rise, just wait and see
Television cable companies are a good example
They have a cost that, for service, is fully ample
But they continually are looking for some ruse
An ever-escalating monthly charge to excuse
We can’t pay only for the channels that we pick
Selling them in bundles is their dirty little trick
So, in order to get the channels that I like best,
I have to pay for a whole bunch that I detest
And almost every time that we have some wind
For many days the cable service will be off again
The next time the price rises I may fill my wish
And have installed my own home satellite dish
If enough business the cable company does lose
To listen to reason they may well cease to refuse
I swear I'm stable. The rope is my agony.
I'll just walk this cable as my feet start to bleed.
This isn't fable. The end is not destiny.
I'll just fall off this cable for nothing is left of me.
I stand in the middle and stare at the ground.
We'll meet rather quickly, I dare to say.
Well I could fall around steeples without a sound.
I'm forgotten as my memories fade.
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