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Feb 20, 2022

Gone With The Whales


The Author in his own words.



Contact ~ robbbieg3@gmail.com

Posted by el Duderino at 20.2.22

Apr 9, 2021

Harmonic Economics

Methinks in Paradise...

Everyone pays what they earn

    and all value judgements on the transactions

        are made by the generations to come

                                      .


Posted by el Duderino at 9.4.21

Apr 7, 2021

Ode to White Culture (Irregular) ~ Owed too wight kulture (Ear Regular) ... a.k.a. Eyeing Bee Hold HER.

 Oh ye who hold Maxims

    Owe ye who holed max Hims

like "Women and Children First"

    but only Yours

Golden Rules

    with stolen gold

Promised Lands

    broken, taxed and regulated

Oaths, Pledges and Monuments

    enhancing Apocalypse

Democracy

    empowering aristocratic oligarchs

Security forces

    dealing Death

        through snitches and traitors

Legislating Sex

    defining Humanity

        fining Reality

            exploiting Babies

Sing your hymns

    Sing your Hims

Send Your Piece 

End your coup.

Honor your ideals through honesty

    Account for your eye as beholder...


... a count for your aye of Behold HER.

Posted by el Duderino at 7.4.21
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Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

Hits of the Month

Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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