Bell of Freedom Bowl

Poets dreamed. War and Peace. No relief. Good  grief Quint. Quant. Navel lint. Chopper rides. Higher slides. Water parks. Snowden: are the dice loaded? I've not done my best on that Rorschach Test. I just dropped in. To learn what might have been. First off, we'll (wheel) thrill all the lawyers. Liftoff 24/7 (comes 11). Do you know where your _____ ___?

Not to worry. They remain in a hurry. Show me a planet. With no melted flesh nor glacier. Or are you too busy. Counting every 4th tracer. I couldve' said. More rythms, with Verdev. Or painted a white shed. With a red robotic wheelbarrel. But high on the roofs, it's been said, one can hear the hoofs. Those students chant. Extremes rant. No you can't!

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Comment by J.P. Hart on February 6, 2018 at 9:26am

Good golly miss Molly that was a contencious drive bucking the NE wind. Dee-Lee could barely see and I was way-too caffinated to rem-well. I'd brush the snow off the Crossfire but only by the grace-of-God and glorious Michlen tires did we wind up in Minot. Hazardous. Presenceofmind to keep the windsheild spray spigots unclogged. NortDcoda. Holed up with Crime and Punishment. One degree. 1 F. That's a loney # We were able to make good time only when behind the salt plows. Hey there's a well-stocked little fridge here of miniatures! 

Comment by Steel Breeze on February 6, 2018 at 10:28am

safe travels up there the mist of new suspension and brakes on a minivan,but the shop is warm an i gots my flask...

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 6, 2018 at 10:33am

FM-I'm hard to hide, easy to flatter. (What does any of it matter?) Ol'boy hears, reads and sings when he wants. Read your 'odd' as 'good'; I bet you've sand on your sweet-cowgirl feet. Whilst the cantankerous Grand Ol' Party had the cruel talking points to desk pound the Afordable Care Act's 2,ooo pages. Dee Lee wants to be an actress.  Don't know much bout Thor and Narcissus. Doing more with less, still loving to regress. I'd argued for Lodi. But no. We went West. As DeeLee has a twin sister as well as a family crest. Sum of my clients are buying. Udders of my clients are selling. Not far, a lunatic goes on yelling. Autistic patterned tenor. Analog roller. No doubt. Overtired, more revision, just JP Hart, avoiding meteroic collision. Replication of high<>&><myOmy. Least there's no mimeograph fumes, and I am not straining to joke about for humor as that GE reeltoreel had had a misfortuante splice. Their imperative viewing of A Bomb mushroom clouds. When my get-go as a projectionist flipped about ~ stingingly snapped at my eye. Film all over the back of the class. Redder than a betta sweatta, I wanted to cry. Progess, thank the Lord AlmightY. It was just a test. 


(from his forming pocket-sized-poetica: BORN BLUE BLUE BLUE)

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 6, 2018 at 11:35am

Safari's more that a browser for us Farm Aid afficionoes, Steel Breeze: as a Romain Catholic i'm not gonna change sponsors. Wow! That barbedwire ink on DeeLee's ankles. I've half a mind (no kidding) to retain OpenSalon's Apache Savage. She's an accident reconstructist. Oh I wanted to shout out that J.J.Watt story. Half a mind to re-up with my flatbed bro, usually a trailer to let. Nothing but blue skies. I'd photoed Deelee through the shower glass.  What-a-lass! Gotta ast where she got that butterfly tat on her adolescently firmed, ah-ah-ah cheek. I should really Uturn sout. She's never been to the Corn Palace, Mt. Rushmore, no CrazyHorseMountain. Talk about love and romance! Enjoying an excellent gratis brunch: Haagen-Daz Jerry Garcia Rocky Road scooped into some of the best cantalope evah. Whatadey get this stuff from the Garden of Eden?

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 6, 2018 at 11:47am

Sorry. My lotus postion was not meant for electronic typing.


continued thread velocity: regardless who-what-where-why-when: I still have my pen

Comment by The Songbird on April 22, 2018 at 10:00am

Your pen must be a feather, the way you trip the linguistics so lightly!  It'd sure be fun to have a conversation with you in this vein, the rhyme in the mind just comin' out, at the mouth.  What goes in...?  Tx, bro.  (Oh, and I too HAVE NOT been to the Corn Palace yet, but it is a fond wish.)  Now THAT'S agriculture at it's best!  


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