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Conspiracy |
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paderewski Member
since 2011-02-04
Posts 287Louisiana, USA |
Fifty years ago today the unthinkable happened. calming the turbulent waters of death-bed schematics slight break in murmured voices, tinge of disbelief eyes shadowy, detached, shifty heavy-plumed-smoked-filled room, clogged phlegm on details clock ticking, fulfilling strategy anxiety shudder extract oxygen from air dimly-lit room could be a tomb season of judgment and rudimentary execution eyebrows arch, taking part in contractual compliance gasps audible, secret nail biters fight sour taste of hopelessness clandestine dreams wait for prey ulterior need, future goal seductive as half-bared breasts funeral hush, gnomes of doubt nibble within sit still and wait no more debate stench of betrayal, distrust, anxiety overwhelm rancid cumulous cigar smolder individuals with purpose, in concert as one dry lips constantly licked, sweet thought, re addictive narcotic hovering within black hearts nuggets of fear huddle unsophisticated venom permeate brain cells they are dug in to outline when in the warren of collusion, leverage calculated to appear and to vanish sans trace unnoticed screams cautioning patience, ineffective ego-driven hunger for carnage, drug of choice hegemony absolute stagnant intellect produce cartoon tasmanian devils too late to flee or disagree far-reaching as mushroom clouds, rhythm pulses destiny's free-for-all with conscience bequeath on victor through swamps for which there are no maps love-hate emotion pervades comparable to illegal sex chauvinist delusion of omnipresent identity the quagmire envelop players of fate no hands to shake among these snakes mortality shows on tired, fleshy faces, cholesterol lips universal wickedness rises from hades nooses tighten around neck of treachery twilight zone bubbling, roiling, cooking its voodoo violent, internal thunderclouds spread ill will dramatis momenta they make the pact now for the act mardi gras-like magical atmosphere transplanted warm, sun-drenched heartland, stunningly so universal sovereign ventures into unsympathetic terrain cowtown stopover momentarily, move onward top down, security unbecomingly flaccid was oswald the one and only designated shooter JFK died the whole world cried �January 19, 2005 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them. ~*~ |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
The thrilling page of your history. It's hard to stay a honest man, especially when you're the president of the big country. Thank you for sharing, Jerry! |
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paderewski Member
since 2011-02-04
Posts 287Louisiana, USA |
Thank you for reading and commenting, Gale. ~*~ My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them. ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Fifty years ago...so hard to believe. I guess like you probably do, I remember it like yesterday. Ida |
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paderewski Member
since 2011-02-04
Posts 287Louisiana, USA |
Yes I do think about it like yesterday, Ida. A sad time in America. Thank you for being here. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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