<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686</id><updated>2012-01-12T15:13:00.748-07:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='ici'/><category term='IMperfectNature'/><category term='एवे.इसी'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='whirlyfritzer'/><category term='NPM'/><category term='whirlyfrtizer'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='ज़िम्बियो'/><category term='एवे'/><category term='इसी'/><category term='चर्लक्ष७'/><title type='text'>Whirlyfritzer</title><subtitle type='html'>The last item you need to buy to end the rule of septic tanks in cities and businesses.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-5573349791973949558</id><published>2012-01-12T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:13:00.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>ONEPRONGPLUG®</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ONEPRONGPLUG.docx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplate.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplate.jpg" border="0" alt="wf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONEPRONGPLUG®&lt;br /&gt;The Romans had WIFI&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;The Intergnet of Rome&lt;br /&gt;This is an Original Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater poem&lt;br /&gt;When we reach the Cross of Jesus we will only be able to use the battery power on our laptops no Touch Screens (sorry) this Time Travel is strictly business. The Arch Diocese of Rome the Bishop of Friendly is our protector now. We will begin at the Aqueduct of Gethsemane where the early Christians hid there one prong plugs to access the Romans WIFI. It is the only place we will be able to visit where we can recharge our battery on our laptops. YOU over there JOHNSON we told you to bring a Dell Computor isn’t that a HP ??? We do not want this mission to fail we are the first people to attempt to visit Jesus hangging on the Cross of Golgotha is such a skulking place we want everyone to be prepared. Johnson is forgiven but he is elected to stay at the one prong plug site and watch the plugs until we get back we will be in a Hurry and wishing to recharge all of our DELL computer laptops. Give him a Short Sword. The ONEPRONGPLUG® is made by Zappersunlimited.com be sure to order all of your Dell products from us in the Future when we return to the Time Travel Space Craft and get Home to Planet 666 revolving around the Dome. The Phone JOHNSON putt that phone away its one more reason we chose you to remain behind with the power chords. There will be no Pictures taken at the Cross and please be respectfull of Gods Son. He is extremely busy right now saving the whole Universe. Yes JOHNSON you may have the staffs extra rations. The rest of us prepare to move out we have to get an early start on Fryday Good Lord Johnson you have an extremely large appetite. Its a good thing you wont be coming with us to the Place of the Skull. When you get finished typing up your documents it will all go in the Amazon River BOoks in the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater section with the title We Seen Jesus. Is there any further questions before we begin our final hike to our destination will soon begin. Ok everyone unplugg those one prong plugs lets move out Johnson is here he volunteered to stay behind to guard the area while we go Visit Jesus Now. Remember to congregate quietly please do not talk to the Roman Soldiers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-5573349791973949558?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1i4esFUTUG9pNlXVv4wwa3wWdU_PrIqQEqWV-S5OIZM4' title='ONEPRONGPLUG®'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5573349791973949558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2012/01/oneprongplug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5573349791973949558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5573349791973949558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2012/01/oneprongplug.html' title='ONEPRONGPLUG®'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8418441195919689542</id><published>2011-12-27T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T14:32:46.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Faith Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Faith Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WaterViolet_Blog_Banner_012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WaterViolet_Blog_Banner_012.jpg" border="0" alt="1one4fourty2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Flower&lt;br /&gt;Purple tendrils escape out of my sight is limited to corners and deep dark recess is hidden from the world at large considers lost as the way it is survival becomes better the more it is let go and required of faith the flower grows bidden on the road side it comes of love unsought but paid for with memory and love it grows in hearts upon the stone of the asphalt jungle is so cold a slab of pain it keeps all the homeless frozen like sides of meat in some large footlocker they moan and cry at night the wind brings me there distress the flower grows inside my heart my love threatens to make me warm it keeps me hot it glows at night eye must cover up unless someone sees my purple light to she who cares she loves me and it shows to no one but our love is kept from agony only by your faith my purple flower loves to read of faith kept in our hearts she smiles and love is kept is kept is kept the purple grows and lights the night is kept in faith and love unshown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8418441195919689542?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1KGlxPfWcuOSw24Y3D42i1k2Txf5pulSArzSUGneNDpg' title='Faith Flower'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8418441195919689542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/12/faith-flower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8418441195919689542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8418441195919689542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/12/faith-flower.html' title='Faith Flower'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-350757716196997102</id><published>2011-12-10T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:01:31.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>the king leers</title><content type='html'>the king leers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eyes1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/eyes1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the king leers&lt;br /&gt;the king leers&lt;br /&gt;his hat twisted sideways in a goofy paroday of cartoon people who live life getting stoned and bothering other people he leered with one eye like a goon onto the other person ignoring him he was busy at work doing his time on the free computor but this over worked mind next to him was almost berserk trying to give him this evil eye it was so palpable a signal in this space and time iff ewe had marched past him you would have double taken him just the same as eye did there are so many berserkers lurking in this world just awaiting to arrive from inner space the brain of a monkey inside a man will win every time the contest is fixed to allow the animal to control the harder a man tries to decieve others the easier it becomes to be the thief in charge he SQUINTED for signs of weaknesses he LOOKED for places to attack he LEERED for all the world the wolf his grin was over byte his lust self effaceing his mental prowess most absorbed for this fellow does not like me he would have recognized me unless he slept thats it he must have been asleep while scrutinizing his neighbor his eye had stuck to him and snoozing there he did not notice being seen while leering the other man so unaware of the king leering back at him and so they both ignored me both missing my concern they both leered at the screen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-350757716196997102?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1-yFXrnnTFBTNk6CnaOJP6aX3uld6z31qULi6VsyM_g0' title='the king leers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/350757716196997102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/12/king-leers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><title type='text'>Time for a Zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Time for A Zen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CWeiser.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CWeiser.jpg" border="0" alt="&amp;amp;quot;connie&amp;amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a Zen&lt;br /&gt;The blade of grass stalking in the clump of grass seems hidden from the sun yet it is there it has to be there to get the clump in total harmony only once will it preform and then it dies a paradox of all Eternity is compressed in solid form and loved turning its complete finite selfless being into one part of the whole nine yards. Ten yards of grass becomes the place of all the living creatures and the Army marches outside the Parapets and along the walls. When battle is engaged the Army only ripples aching at the loss of some of the men. They stop to blow the music then continue after they bury all the dead. After the Army marches away the grass withers turns yellow and dies becoming the mulch under the roots to make more grass to build another nine or ten yards of grass upon the battlefield of GOD. Without the grass without the love the Army marches on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3588651386074443255?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1zaKLpeP8qapY4fhxTzVzABEHzZf4wf4Yhyz0bdfxd-c' title='Time for a Zen'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3588651386074443255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-for-zen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3588651386074443255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3588651386074443255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-for-zen.html' title='Time for a Zen'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-799103852855139693</id><published>2011-11-14T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:26:20.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>8 Sundane</title><content type='html'>8 Sundane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/winter%20of%202011%202012/?action=view&amp;amp;current=97d7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/winter%20of%202011%202012/97d7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Sundane&lt;br /&gt;arms of the octopus wheels on the bus pipers pipping two fours or double fours octet ate quarantine when you get sick so very young you live and breathe much older now you made it past the sickness then you lived in spite of all those cures that never worked the medicine was meant for something else the malady never cured in time to save the town the children all are dying they should have burned the witches of Salem they should have burned the dead poet who had problems with his crown NOT GUILTY of the death of all of them NOT GUILTY of the pain of any one of them you do not cure me only to condemn me with the suffering of the others of my kind mothers milk and cookies her kindnesses live on inside of eye for what eye have left eye keep white hot for my purple flower love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-799103852855139693?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1wy5E4dHgmO8KoXutX6FfHg13UTk42r9Cu30LPPZOz7A' title='8 Sundane'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/799103852855139693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/11/8-sundane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/799103852855139693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/799103852855139693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/11/8-sundane.html' title='8 Sundane'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1275392034612786623</id><published>2011-10-26T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:24:16.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>JESUSGang</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;JESUSGang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view&amp;amp;current=charlax2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax2.jpg" border="0" alt="San Antonio"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUSGang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apostle Paul carried a pistol. Doubting Thomas was the electrician of the group. James and James and John and Peter were the stoned. Ones. Bartholomew knew. James the greater and James the lessor. There were many other religious members of the gang the JESUS gang. They carried the first laptop the power chords were hidden in the Roman Aqueducts they used the one prong plug like all the shops did in Rome and they had a converter chord to make the laptop work back then there was only Google. This was before there was Yahoo. They met at the door with the sign of the fish and they ran the power chord outside the window and soon the Doubting Thomas was pluging the one prong plug in and hoping it would work but when Jesus started to turn on his Dell laptop to get his Gmail and google pages HE looked so wise in his long hair and beard down at Thomas and HE asked him “Will it work this time ?” and Thomas always answered the Lord the same way “Well eye DOUBT it.” But the Apostle Paul would grin and say Lord GO ahead and Google now. And Jesus brought forth the poetry pages of the poetrypoem places that makes CharlaX the poet so well knowne on the intergnet. And James And James and John oooed and awed. HE was a wonderful poet Lord. And everyone said Amen. And Peter laughed and said look at the Lord he is the GOD in the Dell. And everyone ate there snickers and drank the cokes they had putt there for the refreshments must have come from a Methodist Church. The fish was from the Catholics and it must have been a FrYdaY night. They were that JESUSGang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1275392034612786623?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1RNB7vcaBN7DR43zL5n9yhqnpsdBH4MBoEOh_yxVOuWM' title='JESUSGang'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1275392034612786623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/10/jesusgang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1275392034612786623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1275392034612786623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/10/jesusgang.html' title='JESUSGang'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-43870452657428229</id><published>2011-06-30T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:32:07.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><title type='text'>INcendentalINcedents</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IncedentalIncedents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/Summer%20Vacation%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=seaandsky.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/Summer%20Vacation%202011/seaandsky.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INcedentalINcedents&lt;br /&gt;The girl was large boned not fat but rather she looked like she was asleep so peacefully at rest but the ground is hard there near the sidewalk my cart went around her then eye paused&lt;br /&gt;the young whore has asked me to light her cigarette twice she forgot the first time eye dont carry a lighter eye do no smoke or light them for others&lt;br /&gt;the German boy came from the storefront telling me to get off of his parking lot he was not every nice to eye&lt;br /&gt;the woman looked like she needed some help eye was just making sure and then eye decided to get the police when one of them arrived on the scene to my surprise he only tried to contact the woman then went back to his car but eye suppose he was calling the ambulance this is now routine to them and eye decided right then to have more respect now for the Police here&lt;br /&gt;eye reminded the young girl eye play alone&lt;br /&gt;eye cussed the gas station owner into next weekend&lt;br /&gt;eye told the Guard at MacDonald's he is a Pinkerton the girl had a visit from the Policeman he asked me what else did eye see he is just like me playing Detective eye quickly told him of the Boy who left the area on his Bicycle when the Cop showed up he is wearing a red shirt the Guard told me THANKS for that much we will try to find him perhaps he is the culprit the guilty party the bandit of love. Trying to help someone who really needed it of this one eye am the most proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-43870452657428229?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1Jn25ZCyc8YsyfEadaHBTViUk5hQV5BA2O0duo2E2t0o' title='INcendentalINcedents'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/43870452657428229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/06/incendentalincedents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/43870452657428229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/43870452657428229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/06/incendentalincedents.html' title='INcendentalINcedents'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-406950100228505359</id><published>2011-06-21T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:26:55.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>SEER</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JeanNicot01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/JeanNicot01.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats in the window&lt;br /&gt;the future is the clouds&lt;br /&gt;the past is the clear sky&lt;br /&gt;the monuments&lt;br /&gt;the flag of the nation&lt;br /&gt;the time&lt;br /&gt;the transports of the citizens&lt;br /&gt;the vegetation&lt;br /&gt;the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;the towers of the electric type&lt;br /&gt;one thing is mostly missing&lt;br /&gt;humans of any kind&lt;br /&gt;nothing is moving&lt;br /&gt;outside of the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-406950100228505359?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1MQVDRlJAAg9eU0TxNl8pdeFV8hZj3cq_kLXraao6hoY' title='SEER'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/406950100228505359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/06/seer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/406950100228505359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/406950100228505359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/06/seer.html' title='SEER'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2268195234645102776</id><published>2011-04-05T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:57:16.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NPM'/><title type='text'>Poem Three Rock Sheen</title><content type='html'>Poem Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/?action=view&amp;amp;current=60585906.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/60585906.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem Three&lt;br /&gt;Rock Sheen&lt;br /&gt;The Stone Tablet is only inches the cyclops cyphering is the keenest he lists the people he has eaten He is in the City of the Nestor in the Region of Troy. He absentmindedly dropped the stone into the fire sealing the writing unknowingly. Ulysses's is not on this list he got out by hiding under the udder of the woolly beast he shuddered but hung out near Detroit. The third name on the left side of the stone rock is Sheen. How long it took mhy crew to decipher this is evident by this long hair on my long face. We did not expect to find this Rosetta stone in such the Hub City they usually turn upp only in the Capitol of Michigrin. The records of the Cyclops is usually 78 rpms. We do not think they meant Martin or Hulio er Estevan. We tired to find the word Charlie but is not there on the left side we think they dropped it broke it off. WOW. What a hot rock stone. Twitter is the tweetingest zillions of the best Way to get info of his best Sheenness. Iff only eye could get one JUST one of his JOKES inn this. (hold on) let me try. Oh no they booed him on his first try. SHeen is “Winning.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2268195234645102776?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1Jy8oIra2kMQnhgSPuJfC9EEKYhr8kltFum9jNwDChtI' title='Poem Three Rock Sheen'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2268195234645102776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/04/poem-three-rock-sheen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2268195234645102776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2268195234645102776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/04/poem-three-rock-sheen.html' title='Poem Three Rock Sheen'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-150007663491529155</id><published>2011-03-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:28:31.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Services  Services  Incineration services</title><content type='html'>Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incineration services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3317387734.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/3317387734.jpg" border="0" alt="Fantasy kill"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Services Services Incineration services&lt;br /&gt;by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, March 23, 2011 at 3:19pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incineration services whirlyfritzer poem # onen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horitzerlimited.LTD.com the London Office sent me this idea from the desk of the Treasurer Sir Reginald Plence the third. He is the new President of whirly now. The family of President Whirly is not available to comment. He tells me he will let the relatives of whirly back into the company now. Now that Whirly is gone to the credit bureau in the sky but no one knoes just where anyone else lives now. We think the cobalt blue radiation will run the incineration machines. no more silver bar pipelines needed just burn everything up most cities will buy these they will eat them upp. We will move into the Millennium with these incineration machines. The open door mechanism will allow users to fling unwanted items into the incinerator once inside nothing will be ever seen used again this is the item we have all been waiting for centuries Kings desired to be rid of the huddled Masses the poor the downtrodden underworld figurines all your other toys from the war machines. NOt ready yet will be coming soon to the 666 near you the scaffolding not yet completed this is one heck of the Tandy company toy boys. 199.99 centavo'es no sense left over we will not use credit you got too limited. OPen memo from the desk off the top off of Horitzerlimited.LTD.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-150007663491529155?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1gDsvCSr2CFxZO5deNFk2N7Vax40Y8UAfoESurQyhcbg' title='Services  Services  Incineration services'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/150007663491529155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/03/services-services-incineration-services.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/150007663491529155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/150007663491529155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/03/services-services-incineration-services.html' title='Services  Services  Incineration services'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1939333796783475243</id><published>2011-03-12T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:33:27.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Heresey</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Heresey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JzFTLLQoA5m1Adi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/JzFTLLQoA5m1Adi.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my horses. Feeling let down feeling out of place feeling down feeling let out left out washed up. The final curtain must soon be torn into the sky. Eye do not wish this to be the rant yet eye seem to be in turmoil to convey the butterfly effecting on my turmoil. Dippiddy do doh. Misogynous well meaning do gooders just Os bad OS the baddest bad guys. Fighting my tendency. Fighting my inclinations. Heresey is the ability to tell some truth but not lie without relay telling nothing or anything. Calling the spade the spade. Political speeches. Longwinding politicians telling longwinding machinations telling nothing to anyone who will still listen. Eye thought it Nelson Rockefeller who did the dimes but it seems to be John D. Rockefeller but it is Franklin D. Rockefeller on the dime itself. We were Democrat so it will not matter much who we told. Mike is going to Martha now to get her opinion on this piece of Dime history. Brother could you spare the dime is where this comes from. Leftover phone cell is only clock to tell my time. You will thank me for this someday you will be more careful where you leave your phone out to be found. Mom called i think she took my picture. I would call you to return this but eye relay do not knoe how eye never use the phone not even once. Eye could not find the slot for the dime.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1939333796783475243?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=17sJfN4_qLaZiPQAHYehePonvblfs52C10mpUb6xhcSQ' title='Heresey'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1939333796783475243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/03/heresey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1939333796783475243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1939333796783475243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/03/heresey.html' title='Heresey'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1413763112435656354</id><published>2011-02-27T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:34:47.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Gestalt</title><content type='html'>Gestalt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=VSINCLIR.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/VSINCLIR.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolves bane enters the area then stops the red phone in front of the Glass no notice given to him no hurry from the people in the room the time they seem given to be doing is the gloom they sense victory the thrill of agony of others they sense my own defeat the looking Glass is looking back to my reflection full of grief for eye loved Elizabeth Taylor. But she never knoe it she did never knoe eye was ever on this Earth. Now eye am Victoria’s secret in her garden yes eye did. The Nurse looked so surprised that eye was homeless she took me by surprise when she asked me what eye needed she must have been going to work eye was lucky now. The person behind the phone entrance never moved once. The intern on the computor finally looked up annoyed. We do not help the homeless here he told me gleefully iff you try to sit here overnight Security will come to get you out. The Nurse was nicer but the result the same thing you knoe she was telling me we used to let homeless people sit in here but they trashed out the place. The Security Guard outside told me no we do not help homeless people here but we send them somewhere else. SO eye almost ran Way the hurry off to get Way to go back to my poor blanket's to my survival on the street. Eye picked up one old sock eye found on the sidewalk there the evidence of others of my kind seeking shelter from the freezing cold. But finding none. To the Emergency Hospital entrances. PPS eye had been sent there from the friend who assured me they were taking people inn to keep the poor people on the street from freezing it seems the poor joke to play on such the person eye feel so helpless when eye trust someone only to go then find its nothing of the kind for certain its the letdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1413763112435656354?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1HeNLaxjx7LHGU9saXfcYWrRC7tYvFeqidlr7x1H1ec8' title='Gestalt'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1413763112435656354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/02/gestalt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1413763112435656354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1413763112435656354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/02/gestalt.html' title='Gestalt'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2690892470287252594</id><published>2011-02-15T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:04:30.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>redrosey</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;redrosey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=red-cupid.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/red-cupid.gif" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ParoDay of Valentines&lt;br /&gt;eye am Cupid but eye runned out of arrows no&lt;br /&gt;this is not the worst Day I've had but its close&lt;br /&gt;where is my love&lt;br /&gt;why is she gone missing&lt;br /&gt;there is only one more Day&lt;br /&gt;then Valentine's will come closer&lt;br /&gt;she must have found out most&lt;br /&gt;of things eye been doing in love&lt;br /&gt;she seen the girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;but no&lt;br /&gt;she does not have time to smurf&lt;br /&gt;she gets only the few minutes&lt;br /&gt;then she wastes them all on me&lt;br /&gt;its good to be so Cupid&lt;br /&gt;in love with two or three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2690892470287252594?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1vL6VSVf21WuJNwsssFfZYtX4avXPc_bXRPH8DjbbniM' title='redrosey'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2690892470287252594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/02/redrosey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2690892470287252594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2690892470287252594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/02/redrosey.html' title='redrosey'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4470190001028028164</id><published>2011-02-08T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:39:13.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Timetrius</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Timetrius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iheart2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/iheart2.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;somewhere there is one sock there is several left gloves there is one sordid mess there is bags full of things left outside then stolen there is lost manuscripts there is fourteen rusty nails there is scraps of paper stuck inside empty pockets full of hope there is orts there is the Apple peeling core the Banana Boat the rubber chicken no one keeps the enzyme in the yogurt the cook who spoils the broth the gum shoe the Valentine's from childhood you remember them the little Candy hearts that still Say I love U the napkins with those phone numbers from the bars and girls left over lollypops long playing records heroin needles one silver spoon the spoon would have been mine but never did eye ever keep them love oh Happy Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;Sensorship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iheart.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/iheart.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why censorship does not work OR why does everyone still use censorship to scare us. You do not judge correctly  when you see the rule being broken when you decide to burn the user for doing something wrong you still refuse to see the good that he has done. You do not see my websites the poems total over 2004 the many good things for my readers the many good things for my love. You only sensed the final victory is won the wrong will be exonerated after all is said then done. Freedom is the God Given write to pursue happiness over conventional wisdom over others ideas of right or wrong stepping in your own excrement iff need be to be free of the injustices of some few in charge of scowled society. Fly in the face of the rule when the rule is wrong. Be free to write poetry. This is the last Golden Poet making Harmony in love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4470190001028028164?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1Q61ls-8CeAgVlu5Fd6nS5vKEYi2wtD0ygH8Aj3Pal2E' title='Timetrius'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4470190001028028164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/02/timetrius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4470190001028028164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4470190001028028164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/02/timetrius.html' title='Timetrius'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-9071024783087632187</id><published>2011-01-24T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:03:38.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Adsparoday</title><content type='html'>Adsparoday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Whirlyfr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/Whirlyfr.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adsparoday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zappersunlimited.com introduces the whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater toilet bowl with Atomics flusher for use with our pipelines in use only available in this country. Not for sale in China. We use the cobalt blue radiation it will not harm your pets but because you seem larger then your dogs or cats it might make all your hair fall out. The green light works it is never red iff it is not on your Wall is missing the unit is lying in the Yard. We specialize in waste management however we understand you people abuse your toys. There is no money going out of this office for refunds. The Chinese Govt declared WAR with England iff we try to email them with these destructive toilets. They told us money goes only one Way into China from sale of plastics toys sold in America. Here is the email from them to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chineseornateoranges.com tozappersunlimited@Yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will buy nothing from you the money is not the problem we got rich in America from the GeyeJoe dolls. We stir fry more eggs then you got chickens. Yes sir. We did this. We wrote this we sent this. We still walk on stilts when there is too many of us in the village square. Ring tring TAvvy. Ring tring trong tringeroo. Blogniferous Manitoulin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;環 TAvvy特林。圈的tringeroo特林。 Blogniferous馬尼圖林。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed.note.ed this is your Adsparoday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-9071024783087632187?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pbckt.com/pT.NQUY9u' title='Adsparoday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/9071024783087632187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/01/adsparoday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/9071024783087632187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/9071024783087632187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/01/adsparoday.html' title='Adsparoday'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6192171878660799171</id><published>2011-01-17T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:46:39.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>OldHomeless</title><content type='html'>OldHomeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Jan 17 MLKJ Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=homeless1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/homeless1.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OldHomeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers were flying in the wind coming around the corner he stooped over to get each Page before they left flying he stuffed them into his box he had the overhang from the Church eave to keep the rain off no one else in this City is dry but me no frost to catch no water to mop under me the boys were only four of them on boards they skated ne'er the old Man then they started to walk the boards then started skating again he told them “”sound is like the hurricane”” they startled him they even snarled to him “”we do not have to be nice to You old Man.”” Old homeless wept. How rude the children in the City are today. The papers kept coming so he went to the corner to see who did it is it she is there flipping them into the wind the wind is sucking them into the corner where he is sitting. Nice job says the old Man. She is peeling the papers from the stack of twenty high. The push Cart hidden so the COPS will not steal it or even see it they would make her take it back to the store the trip is twenty miles in snow in this City. He patted her hands then kissed her cheek she loved him they could not sleep in the same box but not even on the same street. But he would dive around the corner iff she needed help tonight for saving her is why he stayed there now. The love in some old men sleeps deep in the heart of the old homeless where no one sees. “”Whistle louder iff you need me.”” She grinned the homeless grin. It splashed across her face looking like diamonds to him. Eye hope they both Wake upp tomorrow. IN the City where no one cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6192171878660799171?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1XvV-0aMQu1Wv8Jn4uB_3A-8f8zAuIVABVNvl1ARb5Eo' title='OldHomeless'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6192171878660799171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/01/oldhomeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6192171878660799171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6192171878660799171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/01/oldhomeless.html' title='OldHomeless'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4997198098953669552</id><published>2011-01-06T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:01:50.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>The ShootOR Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ShootOR Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tzsrch_ivory_coast_gi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/tzsrch_ivory_coast_gi.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay did they find the ShootOR yet this hobo complied with the UNMPD HE cried when he put his pack off his back with the duffle into storage more freedom gone. He keeps his pour porridge his Rather large Pudding sack with all of his blankets intact. He entered his hot spot to sit just until the coffee shop comes open to get views of the ShootOR or just evidense of his demise for the system houses plenty gun Happy Mesabi beating the bushes then searching the sunrise. The work crew is Early also they did not stop to talk to me very unfriendlier now perhaps embarrassed to be the reason eye will not leave my gear outside there building now eye sit me down when it is only four thirty in my morning time. The Bycicle dude shook his fist to me but not at me he was shaking his fist out to the whole world what has happened to my City eye would not lock my Byke  to the rack anywhere on this street there is nothing but thieves here now there used to be nice people here before the ShootOR came. Even iff eye had the lock with me eye would choose to keep it here under me to ride the transit the byke goes on the bus with me to keep moving is the only answer. Perhaps the path to GOD becomes more visible to us eye hope they find the ShootOR soon so they will stop looking to the rest of us in the frustration. Meanwhile the street people come then go on the Bus Stop taking the newspapers with them to work to read the words of the Devils printed then sold for coins. This poem was penned inside the Frontier Restaurant on Central in Albuquerque by Charlax on 5:30 AM Thursday one Man got off the bus incognito in mufti the soldier walks. Looking on the street for the ShootOR. People still watch television they even talk about the shows while having breakfast while eating toast. Remember this item it is part of the Establishments procedure to downplay the Media presentation of the ShootOR. They do this to prevent the panic of the students. This is eye signing off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4997198098953669552?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1U79wjMsaYyaZM5kwoSXQ6Fer_ADjar3aGSIp-Z48YqQ' title='The ShootOR Too'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4997198098953669552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/01/shootor-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4997198098953669552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4997198098953669552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/01/shootor-too.html' title='The ShootOR Too'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-5144817426602056102</id><published>2011-01-02T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:04:03.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>OBIT</title><content type='html'>OBIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pompeii.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/pompeii.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVEChristianPoems&lt;br /&gt;Automated Coin Operated Vending Company this division of the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater Corporation is one of the first companies we did open when we started this Company. President Whirly was talking to his new vice president about the new year coming up. AUCOVend. This was before the intergnet. We did copiers even printers before there were computors dont you remember seeing them in offices long before anyone did the dot com thing. One Day we decided to print the letters for the machines this company did lots of things CAR washes even letter heads for companies. We did everything we could back then to make money quickly. Lets get to the bottom of this quickly. Here is what happened. The printers printed Place Automated Coins here the Advertisers glued them suckers on to never come back off. The very first customer drove off in disgust. The customer for us tried to stop him he could not get him to stop but when he got there was there this note. “Eye the customer of you will be the Christian now for five long years eye go to Christian Church then tithe my ten percent. Eye do not believe my eyes. Eye got no Automatic coins. Eye suppose next you will tell me to choose from the dropp down menu. Eye will not be back. It must have been the Blessed Saint Charlax.&lt;br /&gt;OBIT&lt;br /&gt;Birth&lt;br /&gt;LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Afterlife&lt;br /&gt;no more sorrow&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly&lt;br /&gt;no more need for the greed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-5144817426602056102?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/pompeii.jpg' title='OBIT'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5144817426602056102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/01/obit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5144817426602056102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5144817426602056102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2011/01/obit.html' title='OBIT'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-7934776126817555568</id><published>2010-12-23T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:59:08.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>HOmelessStreet</title><content type='html'>HOmelessStreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=images-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to the misery of being outside in the winter or homeless in the city street. The (PERSON) moved fast down the sidewalk eye could here the feet skidding or sliding like running without running just walking fast talking the stuff they call street lingoe. Skidding feet then (FIGHT) then the feet then (FIGHT) eye got upp eye checked the sky for some sign of the time then eye could not get in my blanket to Lay down after hereing the street go bye. Eye moved my things into the HOT SPOT real Early the workers showed up from the Rancheroes to begin work the Five AM. Eye went to the Alley Way to begin my Day then noticed the clock on the McDonald's sign it was suddenly 20 minutes after FIVE. So eye returned to the HOT SPOT moving past the busses stopped there was no one there yet. BUT when eye returned to go get coffee it was almost SIX AM there was two tought guys there. One of them pipped upp to me “THE Bag you Carry looks heavy.” THIS is all they said to me but it was my laptop Case it freaked me out eye threatened to call the police on them. DID eye overreact no Way. They must have been drinking they wanted to ripp me off but eye noticed the plan then proceeded to McDonald's letting them see me talk to different people there. EYE asked two total strangers iff eye SHOULD call the police. The (men) *sic moved over the street coming down the sidewalk straight toward me so eye went inside the building they walked past the place to the new area to sit somewhere else making me sure eye did the right thing.  They tried to scare me then decided to go elsewhere they did NOT need the cops eye bet they dont even Carry eye dee (ID). Illegals intent on doing monkeys businesses. Eye think it was the smart thing to be street scared instead of street took eye will not willingly be led astray or robbed for no reason but them tought boys needed to be tought the lesson do not run the mouth unless willing to do the time why did they move iff they were doing nothing wrong why were they frightened of this old Man calling the POLICE they do not wish to have there DEEDS examined by the authorities. Eye got my coffee then returned to the HOT SPOT in one piece. Eye do not even feel ashamed. Delivered from the HOmelessStreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMail Message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two Indians were on the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they owned the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye went on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them was talking STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT BAG looks Heavy ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU will do no Thing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye will get the police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOZLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they left the area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkstone poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE STORY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-7934776126817555568?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=13Ojgij8GN_eqS3sFiD15JGaWnl4po8Fgh-LcIwleuYM' title='HOmelessStreet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/7934776126817555568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/12/homelessstreet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7934776126817555568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7934776126817555568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/12/homelessstreet.html' title='HOmelessStreet'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4478231594610139772</id><published>2010-12-01T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:22:15.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Nine Christmastime Days</title><content type='html'>Nine Christmastime Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NineChristmastimeDays.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/NineChristmastimeDays.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the First Candle of the Hanukkiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas Maccabeus kept the Covenant with God the Oil kept the light for eight days the ninth candle is used to light the others symbolising the unrelenting God. You suffer the loss of your pet. Or you took some suffering from the loved one. Listen to the poem in the music from Chopin. Then go get Pink Floyd. When your life is filled with sadnesses then light the ninth candle now then the first one tomorrow. Sit with self be forgiven feel the LORD inside of thee. Or other Faith of Charity the Indians Chant the Holy Days they sing of life within the Tree the love is there for all to see. Wish ewe were here with me beside me to love me to kiss my hands to hold me to fill my heart with your love. Do you think you can tell? Cathedral in a Cage. Du du du ne ne ne How eye Wish How eye wish you were here a walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage sounds like Cathedral in a Cage. Ewe you are the church sometimes all by yourself so alone without my touch but yet your love is saving me my no regret forms lines in my Brain my love for you is not for sale to give to them who cause your pain. Keep the secret in your safe keep me locked inside hide me in your precious love. Eight days of loneliness celebrated in the nine of them commemorative. This is the first the ninth Day of my love my Happy Hanukkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HanukkahIn Judaism,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an eight-day festival of dedication and lights that takes place at the beginning of December. It celebrates the recapture of the Temple in Jerusalem from Antiochus IV of Syria in 164 BC by Judas Maccabaeus, and its rededication.During Hanukkah, candles are lit each night and placed in a nine-branched candlestick, or hanukkiah: this commemorates the Temple lamp that stayed miraculously lit for eight days on one day's supply of oil until a new supply could be made, demonstrating that God kept his covenant. There is one candle for each of the eight days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(an extra candle being lit to mark each day),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a ninth with which to light the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights of Hanukkah symbolize the faith that must not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed.note.ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye see the old JEWISH Rabbi holding out his hands in supplication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its very nice your poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its too bad your just not Jewish﻿.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4478231594610139772?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1JC2J7Kl3ZOdXKBpB1q32_Ig4E0EMlpKk3kUHE51Rut8' title='Nine Christmastime Days'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4478231594610139772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/12/nine-christmastime-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4478231594610139772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4478231594610139772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/12/nine-christmastime-days.html' title='Nine Christmastime Days'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3072256203247968247</id><published>2010-10-30T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:24:36.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HalloWween &lt;br /&gt;HalloWween &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;current=cooltext69832702.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/cooltext69832702.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;current=3487741588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/3487741588.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;current=coollogo_com_1319073.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/coollogo_com_1319073.gif" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regard the day if you regard it regard it to the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;Regard it not if not regard it then do not regard it to the LORD &lt;br /&gt;A bit of wisdom found from the ancient preachment of the old scriptures people preached and lived with stones tossed at them killing them they rose and walked and preached among the stone throwers bold. The day is only one. The time will pass away somehow no matter what it may seem like the devil won but the life is in the GOD not the worthless one. They missed me with the attitude the weight is not enough the bump has never come near me that can rally shake me up they grab at straws and miss them and then drown. They try to eat me up but eye am round. &lt;br /&gt;They fill the cup with excessiveness and cannot make a fist. &lt;br /&gt;They howl at darkened moons on ice planets they miss me with the weapons they have formed they falter and they throb in lust with one another the women with the women the men with all the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3072256203247968247?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3072256203247968247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/10/hallowween-hallowween-regard-day-if-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3072256203247968247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3072256203247968247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/10/hallowween-hallowween-regard-day-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3236211617625685785</id><published>2010-09-22T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:44:18.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>I,CharlaX</title><content type='html'>I,CharlaX &lt;br /&gt;I,CharlaX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view&amp;current=charlax2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/charlax2.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was eye eye was mee I am who and eye and I and i am me. I,CharlaX, I darkstone. I Charlie, for i like charlie best. I can almost here her voice when she types out I love You Charlie I think her love sustains me in my chest where love doth dwell in heart so blessed by Jesus now at rest. I lay me down I,Charlie, for what is sorrow but a test I, CharlaX, I overcome I learn to love myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3236211617625685785?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3236211617625685785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/09/icharlax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3236211617625685785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3236211617625685785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/09/icharlax.html' 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border="0" alt="JESUS" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone close to me is still not reading this they left me so forelorn they left me broke my heart gave misery they left me they left me for a break a holiday has come for her but eye pounded on these keys for several weeks and missed her every day she has to see she must see the love she has for me inside these words the broken love of linda the sad sad things the devil brought to visit me with the broken glass in the window of the diner where eye worked the wind pushing those tumbled weeds past me into the yard of the house where there is no one lives eye have never been so sad and missing heart is skipping love is hidden the very stones would crack at the frown upon my face why even question love and then when she returns upon the morrow my elation may cripple me taking my heart for this is love when it is torn apart and missing for longer then one day eye am a maladroit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1859397910886046626?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1859397910886046626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/09/maladroit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1859397910886046626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1859397910886046626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/09/maladroit.html' title='Maladroit'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/th_796744.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1158524320227444724</id><published>2010-09-04T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T07:53:01.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Athiest</title><content type='html'>Athiest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/?action=view&amp;current=Athiest.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/winter%20of%20unm/Athiest.jpg" border="0" alt="winter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athiest &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because of all the suffering and hate and killing and things like that in this world. (Christian says BUT wait thats Why he made Jesus.) But a lot of poor people still suffer even they pray they got bad teeth they hurt they suffer. (Christian has to agree with this.) (I think it takes great faith to be healed its something we dont have today.) My mother was murdered in her sleep they euthanished her. My Christianity says she went to be with Jesus. I saw people so called healed on Television Sunday they showed the fillings in the teeth as iff GOD had placed them back they said they lost them WHY WHY WHAY would an all powerfull living GOD replace FILLINGS? He would have replaced them teeth with NEW ONES. Its all in how you believe. Are there any absolutes left when the Bible calls the Jesus Messiah is that because he is only Jewish. Just a man. Was Jesus Athiest? Or just devoutist. The Bible is a Hebrew document. How can I as a gentleman understand it. Was Saint Peter a Divine Or just a man that was called to serve. His shadow healed some people. Let me step sidewise into your shadow Athiest hide me from the SON. There is more questions then answers what about time travel why cannot I fly like Superman where is that Read S upon my chest and where is the Gate to Heaven must I die like a dog to get there. Is it really a Giant Pearl there. Or do they call it a Pearly gate just to confuse the Athiest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1158524320227444724?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=998565&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='Athiest'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1158524320227444724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/09/athiest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1158524320227444724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1158524320227444724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/09/athiest.html' title='Athiest'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6632913316896419606</id><published>2010-08-29T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:06:51.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>New Orleans and Two</title><content type='html'>New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/cooltext69116752.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/Tuesday/126284main_Katrina_082705_516.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time of sorrow at least it came&lt;br /&gt;[by wind] and not by hand of man&lt;br /&gt;to give ones life is hard enough&lt;br /&gt;to lose a city by God's command&lt;br /&gt;at least it's not so rough&lt;br /&gt;the way of life at your command&lt;br /&gt;is flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Robert Hice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/cooltext69116672.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/Tuesday/226837711_c255872e34_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle of New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;was fought with wind and rain,&lt;br /&gt;no one won,but all have come&lt;br /&gt;to feel the loss of home a homeless&lt;br /&gt;person feels,he feels his loss&lt;br /&gt;he feels his pain,he lives&lt;br /&gt;from one day to the next&lt;br /&gt;the same way and manner&lt;br /&gt;all the rest of you do,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Robert Hice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6632913316896419606?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=718772&amp;sitename=charlax&amp;password=&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='New Orleans and Two'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6632913316896419606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-orleans-and-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6632913316896419606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6632913316896419606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-orleans-and-two.html' title='New Orleans and Two'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/th_cooltext69116752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4670498672887058032</id><published>2010-08-24T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:55:08.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>facebookrule#addtional1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view&amp;current=F.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/th_F.jpg" border="0" alt="summer" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry is a Monkey but she dont care what Harry has in his underwear as long as Harry makes those Dollar signs with paypal to her bank accounts. You can sign away the lifetime iff you can steal enought credits. My friends list says 219 friends. There is about 13 real ones there. The old lady is on facebook but she hardly ever looks so eye got myself a girlfriend. Eye had three of them once but two of them left me there is only one thats worth anything (Megan) but there is usually two of them online at differant times. The honesty of a man is painful to his Girlfriend trust me now even iff she says she is not jealous she really dont want to hear about my chat with my old lady. She could just care less. The old lady just wont mention this she has to knoe about the girlfriends. Mabe thats why she just ignores my facebook. Eye am not gonna double click every page in an effort to get them to open up fully whats up with that you dirty ROBOT ? facebook is a failure for the social development of  mankind as a whole wretched creature but iff you count me and the girlfriend its a worthwhile endeavour. Iff someone finds the excuse to leave you there is a good chance they were never with you. facebookrule#additional1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4670498672887058032?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4670498672887058032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/facebookruleaddtional1-harry-is-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4670498672887058032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4670498672887058032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/facebookruleaddtional1-harry-is-monkey.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1531990353252339397</id><published>2010-08-21T09:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:40:29.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Fable Five</title><content type='html'>Fable Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=cooltext77021129.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/cooltext77021129.gif" border="0" alt="CharlaXFabels"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=cooltext76391909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/cooltext76391909.jpg" border="0" alt="Fable Five"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THREE PARTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=mourning_dove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/mourning_dove.jpg" border="0" alt="Fable Five"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part One: The DOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye picked up the dove now dead creature clasped him to my bosom brest&lt;br /&gt;no sorrow feeling only life within my chest&lt;br /&gt;eye enabled faith eye tossed the dove&lt;br /&gt;upward into tree for landscaping seems to me a more decent burial rest&lt;br /&gt;one word escaped my lipps eye just said JESUS&lt;br /&gt;eye wish that eye could tell ewe that the dove it flew away&lt;br /&gt;eye did not tempt the LORD this day &lt;br /&gt;the bird went further on my throw &lt;br /&gt;eye expected just to here the branches crashing at his fall &lt;br /&gt;eye expected him to make a lot of noises there was none&lt;br /&gt;no it did not fall&lt;br /&gt;there is hope inside of mee still and yet that yes it flew &lt;br /&gt;this dove to Heaven when it left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two: Dandylion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=Dandelion.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/Dandelion.jpg" border="0" alt="Fable Five"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the gardeners of the palace make the grass a certain size&lt;br /&gt;they run the mowers side by side&lt;br /&gt;to make the power gasses cut the grasses&lt;br /&gt;every one of the now chopped to pieces dandelions gone&lt;br /&gt;except mye one&lt;br /&gt;in a state of childlike fate eye ran to edge of lawn and placed some of my baggage down long enough to kick the dandelion down&lt;br /&gt;a man my age just having certain fun&lt;br /&gt;and smile remembering a childhood never found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Three: New Blue Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=levis-m-501_khaki.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/levis-m-501_khaki.jpg" border="0" alt="Fable Five"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shortest part of fable five is this the three part not contrived&lt;br /&gt;the jeans are long on legs so short and waisted wide to hide the layers eye needed to survive a cold and cheerless night&lt;br /&gt;eye tore the tags from pockets soon to hold my treasures of a man long old and finding love in one dear place mye ewe she loves the way eye dress she loves my look upon my face when eye just smile embrace&lt;br /&gt;she must be smiling now at FABLE FIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1531990353252339397?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1531990353252339397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/fable-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1531990353252339397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1531990353252339397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/fable-five.html' title='Fable Five'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_cooltext77021129.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8237652439760042391</id><published>2010-08-13T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T19:59:10.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>A Travesty of Paroday</title><content type='html'>ATravestyOfParoday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view&amp;current=charlax2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/charlax2.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CharlaXWilliamsShakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be, or not to be the be; that is the bare odds thoms That makes this travesty of so long this poem: For who would fartheewell while bare, still Naked in the Wood do come to Dunsinane my Lady take some sun with eye. But that the fear of something after sunburn comes Murders the innocent sheep,she is ewe Great nature's second course, burnt meat so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And makes us rather slip the bales into the breaches of outrageous fortune Than flys upon that white rice we know not of. There's the respect must give us both respect: Wake up ewe with thy knocking! I would thou shoulderest, For times chalices are full of scorns the whipping comes askance, The oppressor's thongs, the proud man's costumes, The law's jail days in delay, and the quietus eruptus which his pains might take, away with solitude In the crypt of the dead and burial of the night, when church rings the mourning bells for burial In dromedairy suits of solemn black. But that the undiscovered American country from whose caskets no travellers return Breathes forth contagious colds on the world, And thus the native daughter of resolution, like the poor pussy eye the adage, Is cycled o'er with careless skaters, And all the clouds that lowered o'er our upturned noses, With this regard their currency turned to spents; And loosen the name of geese. 'Tis a consumption devoutly to be cherished. But soft you, the fair Janet: Opt not thy homeopathic and marbled pills. But get thee to a nunnery — go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WilliamCrisis&lt;br /&gt;Comment · UnlikeLike · Share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;You, Kushal Poddar, Dawn Kilby and 2 others like this.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Charles Robert Hice lol&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 3:10pm · UnlikeLike · 2 peopleLoading... ·&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Janet Bennison lol&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 3:25pm · UnlikeLike · 1 personLoading... ·&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl A. Vatcher-Martin Good write.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 5:47pm · UnlikeLike · 1 personLoading... ·&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Charles Robert Hice Read Mark Twains version to get a good comparison. &gt;..&lt; This is not Plagerism but paroday. Thznkx all of you you made myh whole day better :=))))&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 5:54pm · UnlikeLike · 3 peopleLoading... ·&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Charles Robert Hice http://www.editoreric.com/greatlit/info/otherinfo.html#Travesty&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 6:04pm · UnlikeLike · 1 personLoading... ·&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Komara this is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 6:13pm · UnlikeLike · 1 personLoading... ·&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Charles Robert Hice Eye like the reference in the last line to the Three Musketeers.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 6:16pm · UnlikeLike · 2 peopleLoading... ·&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Charles Robert Hice Of course it was HAMLET and yet the Musketteers were always taming Whores and sending them to COnvents.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 6:18pm · UnlikeLike · 2 peopleLoading... ·&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Kushal Poddar For times chalices are full of scorns the whipping comes askance,&lt;br /&gt;I love this one. This one is not a parody, rather a satire&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 7:18pm · UnlikeLike · 1 personLoading... ·&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Charles Robert Hice A SAtire only because Mark Twain did it my version is only a Paroday of his satire seer :=)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 7:20pm · LikeUnlike · 1 personLoading... · &lt;br /&gt;* Write a comment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8237652439760042391?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8237652439760042391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/travesty-of-paroday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8237652439760042391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8237652439760042391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/travesty-of-paroday.html' title='A Travesty of Paroday'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-5344077068491843112</id><published>2010-08-09T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:45:56.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Stenciled</title><content type='html'>Stenciled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view&amp;current=purple-flag.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/purple-flag.gif" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many too much too not enought.&lt;br /&gt;Pencil&lt;br /&gt;squared letters lined up funny&lt;br /&gt;mark up the walls&lt;br /&gt;no one reads the penciled stenciled&lt;br /&gt;they like the ones with chalk&lt;br /&gt;the markers get them all the readers come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-5344077068491843112?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1xevLtLxksTHVPv9_5NQQPH0H-z1ARFVe4B41t7XM8ec' title='Stenciled'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5344077068491843112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/stenciled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5344077068491843112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5344077068491843112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/stenciled.html' title='Stenciled'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2237252099993569870</id><published>2010-08-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:55:20.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ici'/><title type='text'>Screw</title><content type='html'>Screw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view&amp;current=untitlednosex-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/untitlednosex-1.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw&lt;br /&gt;FOr our purposes today we will assume that most people knoe what a Screw is and is used for and what they look like and what the tool is called the DRIVER and what they look like there is several heads not just them straight ones. For now this is not a discussion of the Philips or the Cross. The reason eye have called all of you today together is the Screw. The way to use one. The very way to putt one in the slot the hole the board or wall. Someone has to make the HOW TO SCREW a screw manual of arms. ASSUMing you have the things you need to start. Take the DRIVER in your hand grasp the shaft firmly so your hand will not slip up or down too much when screwing. Take a small hammer and tap the screw to get it started. This takes patience and a good eye. You may be attempted to hammer the screw all the way down when you see it turning with every blow. However there is that risk. After you start your screw take the Driver well in hand and make sure its centered in the slot atop the screw and flushed. Begin to turn the screw and keep twisting the Driver do not unhand the driver but move the Driver back and forth. You can also go complete around and start over with anothor hasty grip the Driver find the slot and flush it up. Twist and turn and twist the thing. When you are almost there to the end just keep going. Its too late to think of everything so just make the screw flat against the objection you are screwing. Repeat this responsive meditation as many times as necessary to add several more screws to this one. Screw one screw two its all in how you screw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2237252099993569870?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=14JjJfagAqEWKSTrEO-mqf-4CZFvEhX8EOewqLbfwqQw' title='Screw'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2237252099993569870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/screw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2237252099993569870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2237252099993569870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/08/screw.html' title='Screw'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1417582370941508414</id><published>2010-07-20T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:10:38.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Alien Snafu</title><content type='html'>Alien Snafu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/?action=view&amp;current=untitled2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/untitled2.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signal device has to be above the tree line to home in on the ship. They have to see the signal clear to follow it down to the lake is the only chance to make a crash landing. The lander began the climb she could not look down she was so busy just moving up the angle changing every few feet this tree was taller than the forest. Up she went sliding her long legs faster she went she had to get the signal in place before the craft became visible lives were at stake she lost all thoughts of falling as she began moving faster she had to reach the top now. She stopped moving only once. She looked into her crash site and she froze. There was the dead pilot and the debris from her saucer. She shuddered and lost her fear and crept forward gaining momentum as she went faster ever faster not looking down again. As she moved up over the tree line the Army began firing. The bullits bouncing harmless off of her carapace she laughed down at the Human face he was hovering very close now just trying to get a shot into her he was trying to stop her from placing the signal she reached out and pinched him he dropped into the tree line in two seperated pieces she was weeping as she reached the very top of the tree she turned on the signal as the tree held her up she placed the signal holder and she fell headlong back the way she had come as the saucer came down screaming from the American sky she died only after knoeing she had saved all those lives. The saucer leveled off and skipped like a stone on the lake water. The ramp fell into the sand on the side of lakeshore drive. Quite near where you live now. They began to leave the saucer will they thrive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1417582370941508414?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1vOvcocpJ-Q0DxaG72lEQPIiI-1qgmf17722EIJad_gg' title='Alien Snafu'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1417582370941508414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/alien-snafu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1417582370941508414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1417582370941508414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/alien-snafu.html' title='Alien Snafu'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/th_untitled2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-5997013349116329731</id><published>2010-07-15T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:30:27.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Staywithmeinafieldofstone</title><content type='html'>Staywithmeinafieldofstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view&amp;current=220668869_4bd63510cb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/220668869_4bd63510cb.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my faith in question the real shaken upp inside is hurting my spirit lives my body dies when ignored by love the closer you try to get the distance greater then its span is impossible to traverse while life itself is engulfed she cant let you knoe that she is love why do real women make such a fuss about romance they hold you in the palms of them hands then squeeze you in the fingertips and hold you like the worm you are by definition love. worn out hearts not sure of your intentions lady is a nightmare of wishings. she is not underage but was married once with children. real life was too much of a challenge eye was beaten she knoes that eye am homeless she knoes eye dont motor car or highway stalk she is safe as long as eye stay here eye will not ever hurt you love. eye will drip my love steadily and intentioned. eye will ignore the way she just ignores me she may not even be hung over. porn queens who went all the way dont thrill me at all eye love the innocent and the Lady to be mine will refrain from midnight love with anyone but eye. Jealousy just means. The love only wants to be the only one. A man dont want to see his errors in print. his feet dont move far enough for love. If you make something obscure and mystical they love to try to guess just what it was you were writing about. eye am embarressed to be alive. the shock of being beaten beyond life and becoming a survivor. eye wish them movies meant something Girlfriend eye really knoe how smart you are how brilliant you are you keep those Trivias forever. The harsh truth is this. They make movies to make money its not about the films the plots the actors its why the movies made today are so sensational and forgettable no one remembers them a few minutes after leaving the theater the movie is over. a man gives his heart to his woman and thats how it is until its over not over with the woman but over with his heart. so would you stay with me in a field of stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-5997013349116329731?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=13M9N5Qh55ntUz6F8XavWkXEPjWYcDf5GjFWu8H6C8UA' title='Staywithmeinafieldofstone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5997013349116329731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/staywithmeinafieldofstone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5997013349116329731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5997013349116329731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/staywithmeinafieldofstone.html' title='Staywithmeinafieldofstone'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8209883483469089417</id><published>2010-07-09T13:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:56:41.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>BigTopper</title><content type='html'>BigTopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view&amp;current=imagesdk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/imagesdk.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over. Over the topper. Over blown. Over the rainbow. When we forced the Rocket down on Antares innermost planet for repairs there was no color there. It was not dark or light or white or red or yellow near the sun. We almost took too long to get HER going off that smallest rock in orbit. You call your vessels her no one refers to Rockets as male. And the symbolism should not be lost on ewe. It is the way that we were formed from Birth canals. The spanners fixed the hull we are now taking off to Earth it will be good to see mye Girlfriend again eye must remember that even iff she knoes about the wife she does not yet have her namme at  least not yet and so there is a little breathing space for eye. Eye have mye hand on the stardrive but its not ready to rocket. IN just a few more moments its a go. Coming up on it. Almost to the release point. Just a little more lingering. Wait. Eye had to move the pods over they were getting fuel backed up. Now to realign the shaft. The stress of all these G forces makes a wonderful release. All systems go. Eye jumped and its all over now. We did the BigTopper. Earth is next on the Star Chart. INnuendoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8209883483469089417?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1HDtGc_q-XSqxxIIOuR-r7YrqePZ54GVND1Kq_2G7jng' title='BigTopper'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8209883483469089417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/bigtopper_9621.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8209883483469089417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8209883483469089417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/bigtopper_9621.html' title='BigTopper'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3522295831167549455</id><published>2010-07-09T13:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:56:29.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>BigTopper</title><content type='html'>BigTopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view&amp;current=imagesdk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/imagesdk.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over. Over the topper. Over blown. Over the rainbow. When we forced the Rocket down on Antares innermost planet for repairs there was no color there. It was not dark or light or white or red or yellow near the sun. We almost took too long to get HER going off that smallest rock in orbit. You call your vessels her no one refers to Rockets as male. And the symbolism should not be lost on ewe. It is the way that we were formed from Birth canals. The spanners fixed the hull we are now taking off to Earth it will be good to see mye Girlfriend again eye must remember that even iff she knoes about the wife she does not yet have her namme at  least not yet and so there is a little breathing space for eye. Eye have mye hand on the stardrive but its not ready to rocket. IN just a few more moments its a go. Coming up on it. Almost to the release point. Just a little more lingering. Wait. Eye had to move the pods over they were getting fuel backed up. Now to realign the shaft. The stress of all these G forces makes a wonderful release. All systems go. Eye jumped and its all over now. We did the BigTopper. Earth is next on the Star Chart. INnuendoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3522295831167549455?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1HDtGc_q-XSqxxIIOuR-r7YrqePZ54GVND1Kq_2G7jng' title='BigTopper'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3522295831167549455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/bigtopper_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3522295831167549455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3522295831167549455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/bigtopper_09.html' title='BigTopper'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8249731879801669510</id><published>2010-07-09T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:55:45.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>BigTopper</title><content type='html'>BigTopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view&amp;current=imagesdk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/imagesdk.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over. Over the topper. Over blown. Over the rainbow. When we forced the Rocket down on Antares innermost planet for repairs there was no color there. It was not dark or light or white or red or yellow near the sun. We almost took too long to get HER going off that smallest rock in orbit. You call your vessels her no one refers to Rockets as male. And the symbolism should not be lost on ewe. It is the way that we were formed from Birth canals. The spanners fixed the hull we are now taking off to Earth it will be good to see mye Girlfriend again eye must remember that even iff she knoes about the wife she does not yet have her namme at  least not yet and so there is a little breathing space for eye. Eye have mye hand on the stardrive but its not ready to rocket. IN just a few more moments its a go. Coming up on it. Almost to the release point. Just a little more lingering. Wait. Eye had to move the pods over they were getting fuel backed up. Now to realign the shaft. The stress of all these G forces makes a wonderful release. All systems go. Eye jumped and its all over now. We did the BigTopper. Earth is next on the Star Chart. INnuendoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8249731879801669510?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1HDtGc_q-XSqxxIIOuR-r7YrqePZ54GVND1Kq_2G7jng' title='BigTopper'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8249731879801669510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/bigtopper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8249731879801669510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8249731879801669510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/07/bigtopper.html' title='BigTopper'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6256521124384638447</id><published>2010-06-28T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:31:03.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>LarryCOllinsBDAYDrive</title><content type='html'>LarryCOllinsBDAYDrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view&amp;current=n1085089499_8165.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/n1085089499_8165.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hour driving is tire eng. You have to pick a destination then mapp. The lines form on the left and on the right. Stay between them white lines Larry. Once you have the determination you may begin. There is a time zone demarcation. When you cross that meridian line you will do two things. One thing you may do is gain time. The Other thing is you may LOSE time. It depends on the time. It depends on the Earths rotation and the DIRECTION you are driving on the mapp. You need a directional finder on your phone. You need to be able to use the restroom in the car. Can your wife drive the car Larry they make many styles and colors now. Porto potty mouths. They look like bedpans and they work but man that smell will drive. You have to seal the lid now Larry you need to be behind the wheel to drive. Happy (number goes here) Larry. This has been LarryCollinsBDAYDrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6256521124384638447?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1pROoTM3pn7q3SoIWc7Vk4E1P-igCQo5ay24v0p0gVbE' title='LarryCOllinsBDAYDrive'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6256521124384638447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/06/larrycollinsbdaydrive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6256521124384638447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6256521124384638447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/06/larrycollinsbdaydrive.html' title='LarryCOllinsBDAYDrive'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-5620594707378679003</id><published>2010-06-19T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:12:44.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>JesusSigns</title><content type='html'>JesusSigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view¤t=a1f70217d208edc4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/a1f70217d208edc4.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd yet and iff eye say too you tommorrow iff eye say to you MONROE would you think of Jesus ashes laying near the road. Louisana had a fire. Red Hot Jesus styrofoams. Toast no marshmallows save all the bread for loaves. IMages of JEsus come and come and go. Shrouded in the mists of Turin. Seen upon a dozen bakers loafs. Signs and Wonders truths are told of Statues weeping blood mostly in religious catholic places hands and feet and side simulated blood dripping down the Aisles. The Cross on Mars near that photogenetic City there. Its on the Moon. That Cross is everywhere. Mabe Martians worshipped Jesus long ago. Those canals just catacombs of love. Every homeless Mission house is singing songs for supper. Every meeting hall in Church and every hall of suffer. There is homeless meeting Jesus in the sky holding up his Toasted Bread to see the face of Jesus there inside. Jesus in the hallway floating inner space. Jesus in the air at every Country Fair they sell those Jesus faced muffins there. Hurray Hurray Step Write Upp and get your cupp with Jesus mugged. There is Little Jesus Faced Doggies nodding up and down and up and down in the window of every Cadillac in Monroe town. Every doorway full of bread that looks suprised like Jesus head. The people stopped at only just one place and Jesus will never see his Jesus face on Money. The new money will be only one image of the devil son. The bread of evil 666 the image of the beast is never Jesus kissed. The Bread of Life is full of Jesus Images.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-5620594707378679003?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/View?docID=0ASPW6ha05gJ0ZGY1bTl6ejRfMTM4MWZkMjR2M2ho&amp;revision=_latest' title='JesusSigns'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5620594707378679003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/06/jesussigns.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5620594707378679003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5620594707378679003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/06/jesussigns.html' title='JesusSigns'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3849058467683582217</id><published>2010-06-07T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:27:48.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>LengthofDays</title><content type='html'>LengthofDays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/?action=view¤t=4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/CHARLAXANDROIDONE/summer/4.jpg" border="0" alt="summer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its inn the bible show me the chapter and vice versa no way dont eye look like a layed back man. Thats layman. Casting these perils before eating pork grinds against my teeth. What version of the bible are ewe inn. Big Grin. King James was a lame king of queens. He once showed a pretense. Eye once saw a moving picture show where the Sorcerer walked into a battle and left after all the men were killed he was the  only one to survive. Eye need his tailor, Andy. The United Nations is in place the United One World Government when they send out troops from other countries they wear that United Nations Uniform now. With the patches on the sleeves with the circles and arrows explaining. What country you are from America. Its usually the Flag patched there. But you are no longer a green machine your helmut is now blue. YOu have left the sanctions of the Country road and gone into the twilight zones. When you fall in battle perhaps they might send you to ROME. But iff you win your fight you will never be completely at home in Baltimore again. This Country as a Military Power is at end. You who nod the head at others in the field are friends the JEWS wear Mufti as a leader in the Army but they frown down as you do at people who wear civilian clothing in the field the enemy is US. AWOL the boys sold the uniforms for drinking money they drank Vanilla Extract and Listerine in the barracks while OBAMA gets wasted on Turnpiketimelime Juice in Washingtown at nite. Eye have written this poem once before now in other words. Perhaps this made a sore spot on my LengthofDays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3849058467683582217?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/View?docID=0ASPW6ha05gJ0ZGY1bTl6ejRfMTM2MWMycGh2NnYz&amp;revision=_latest' title='LengthofDays'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3849058467683582217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/06/lengthofdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3849058467683582217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3849058467683582217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/06/lengthofdays.html' title='LengthofDays'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4571235683899818818</id><published>2010-05-31T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:20:50.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Draggonflies</title><content type='html'>Draggonflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/holiday/?action=view¤t=Draggonflies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/holiday/Draggonflies.jpg" border="0" alt="poem,spring"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeiou and sometimes draggonflies. Y and w two. TODAY. The person is the window of the mirror of the activity we do is all they can see of us. A Central theme looking for bread was intent on scoring while some was in my hand eye was carefully placeing the bread away into one of my three homeless bags when. The Policeman tried not to laugh at me too much. He was smiling big and hiding his grin from me was tough for him because his voice had the edge of cold steel in it from barking at drunks.  He tried to approach me but was already wanting to leave. He said it clearly. GO ahead and gather up your bread, BUT THEN I (the policeman said this part) I want you to leave this area. I do not want you here. Mabe the parade comes this way later on this afternoon. But that does not explain the look he gave me was venom as he drove away for eye had said THANK YOU to him and he asked me to repeat it like he had never heard it from someone on his street eye said THANK YOU again. He looked like he had seen the end of the street fold up into a draggonflies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4571235683899818818?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/View?docID=0ASPW6ha05gJ0ZGY1bTl6ejRfMTMzOWQ4amRoamdw&amp;revision=_latest' title='Draggonflies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4571235683899818818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/05/draggonflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4571235683899818818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4571235683899818818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/05/draggonflies.html' title='Draggonflies'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/holiday/th_Draggonflies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6636648760858006817</id><published>2010-05-27T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:19:49.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>DeScribner</title><content type='html'>DeScribner&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand amoebae when they tear each one into to be two new amoebae does it hurt them or fulfill them to divide and conquer life? When eye have her love. When she is missing me or eye am missing love. Time stretches and becomes painful in its lack of hold upon reality. It does not near my sex but thumps the bottom of mye heart. Eye would be with her face to face and take quite some time to ever mention more then love. A little boy she has found a heart so full of want. All the things eye missed in my young life she holds. She has them all. She has mye love inside her heart. The wonderful she am. It would be easier to climb a needle up into the farthest reaches of the sky. Then to explain my lack of feeling badly when mye love tells me she loves me is the only time eye cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6636648760858006817?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/View?docID=0ASPW6ha05gJ0ZGY1bTl6ejRfMTMyN2dwOTNxZmN3&amp;revision=_latest' title='DeScribner'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6636648760858006817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/05/describner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6636648760858006817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6636648760858006817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/05/describner.html' title='DeScribner'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3441646784643804874</id><published>2010-05-20T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:17:09.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Discrepancy</title><content type='html'>Discrepancy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=images-35.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/images-35.jpg" border="0" alt="ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring me a soda honey." This is what a man says after work is over and he is at home with wifey. When he is at work he is a boss but he is nice. He shows the woman person come to buy the sample case and says. "Please take your time. HURRY UPP honey he is yelling at his wifey. Eye really need that soda SOME TIME TODAY." When he was back at work he had it back to back to say. "Tell me what you eye has caught. Tell me what you may have come to want." And he is gently pulling at her hand. The wifey walks into the room and gingerly holds out the soda cause he grabs. The wifey redials the phone redials the channel selector then sits down. He guzzles the soda and nuzzles the edge of the can. "Do you want another one" she says. He frowns and bellows "NO not now. Cant you see they are on our 50 yard line? " When the woman lifts her hand at work and points out her new purchase he is quick to underscore the new purchase agreement and make her sign on the dotted and this is what he says " I have come to reverantly worship all women." When the game is over halfway over and the third quarter starts to move the ball he smiles over at the wifey and he BURPS real loud. "GO GET ME ANOTHER SODA" and she bows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3441646784643804874?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/View?docID=0ASPW6ha05gJ0ZGY1bTl6ejRfMTMxMjUzc2dzd2hu&amp;revision=_latest' title='Discrepancy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3441646784643804874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/05/discrepancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3441646784643804874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3441646784643804874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/05/discrepancy.html' title='Discrepancy'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_images-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-5249842270761961283</id><published>2010-05-01T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:14:01.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/?action=view¤t=satan-6.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/satan-6.gif" border="0" alt="april"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the end of April&lt;br /&gt;there is now NO COMDEMNATION to those who say Christ Jesus somewhere it is written in the Bible subject matter natter that the tongue can not be tamed by eye no matter for we look to Jesus to deliver not the works of so dead a fleshly life. In answer to another we can justify. Iff he uses murder as his premises iff he says bad things to me am eye too justify myself in using bad words back to him of course eye can. Eye scream eye curse eye fall all apart on the sidewalk. Then eye stop and think but way too late. Did eye just become the antichrist again. WHY did eye let that devil of man get under mye skin is there some retaliation eye can offer him but mye own foul words again?  WHAT HAPPENED to eye become a devil just like the man that cannot justify the monkey eye become was him, He started it. Why does not everybody understand. ? Try barking this. Iff eye could remove the Devil from me by pulling the line out of the soul of man and finding the little sign post at the end and then removing the plate that says the Devil from man from me from eye would not hesitate to do this for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-5249842270761961283?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/View?docID=0ASPW6ha05gJ0ZGY1bTl6ejRfMTI3NDQ0OW42d2Nj&amp;revision=_latest' title='29'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5249842270761961283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/05/29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5249842270761961283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5249842270761961283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/05/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-696212094742009502</id><published>2010-04-26T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:48:17.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>twentysixthaprilhasanactualpoem</title><content type='html'>twentysixthaprilhasanactualpoem&lt;br /&gt;An Actual Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/?action=view¤t=images-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/images-12.jpg" border="0" alt="april"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rose is multi colored hues&lt;br /&gt;an orchid even has blends and colored lies&lt;br /&gt; but a violet is only blue&lt;br /&gt;many differant shades its true&lt;br /&gt;but blue&lt;br /&gt;the color of my love is blue&lt;br /&gt;the love inside me never lies&lt;br /&gt;she is made of girl things plums and skies&lt;br /&gt;while eye lie blue and lost from love&lt;br /&gt;the blue is anger hiding love from you&lt;br /&gt;for eye am hurt by all the time thats gone&lt;br /&gt;do not fly away from me in homemade thing&lt;br /&gt;forever lost to eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-696212094742009502?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/696212094742009502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/twentysixthaprilhasanactualpoem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/696212094742009502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/696212094742009502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/twentysixthaprilhasanactualpoem.html' title='twentysixthaprilhasanactualpoem'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8574793125686622616</id><published>2010-04-23T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T06:55:05.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>23 p PhilosophersStone</title><content type='html'>23 p PhilosophersStone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/?action=view¤t=images-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/images-10.jpg" border="0" alt="april"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere lost in time there was lots of poets there in time was lots of poets where in time there was lots of poets there. They went to the Obelisk of Poetry. It was found at the Anchient Library near the field of flowers. It was made of lead back when. It was made of dread. They stood inside the field of flowers there in April 1595 they fried like eggs inside the field of flowers there in April there in 1595 them poets cried. They screamed out poetry in one huge burst of the final try. ROSES aer read. Violets aer never blue for they all get read too. In books and volumes of our golden POETRY and when they yelled this golden word they cried out at the same time cried. Obelisk of dread stayed lead. They wailed they read poems they drank water from the Styx. They tried again they failed to turn it over to the GOld. They used the incantations in the book of poetry from old. They waved the magic at the sky as they had all been told. But not one poet could turn the tower into gold the Tower made of lead stayed lead. There is where the poets died they died there one by one in fields of flowers near the tower made of lead they stayed there dead for they attempted fate they tried to turn the lead into the gold to make the first Philosophers Stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8574793125686622616?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/View?docID=0ASPW6ha05gJ0ZGY1bTl6ejRfMTI2NnZoM3EzeGR6&amp;revision=_latest' title='23 p PhilosophersStone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8574793125686622616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-p-philosophersstone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8574793125686622616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8574793125686622616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-p-philosophersstone.html' title='23 p PhilosophersStone'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3225313623902964423</id><published>2010-04-15T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:08:36.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Snibbish</title><content type='html'>Snibbish&lt;br /&gt;For Day Fourteen of April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/?action=view¤t=images-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/charlax%20ici/April/images-4.jpg" border="0" alt="april"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NOt the snob but the snibbish the way they overlook the worm they avidly pounce on others but ognore the one that learns. Had you a letter on your sweater it would have not been burned. As now eye must go prove my love by playing solo in the muck puddled on the ground eye let it lie and shott. Women kiss the air near the cheeky. They wave the hand backwards in non commital dissmissal. They might allow a man to love but it would never occur to them to get him atrophy all bye themselves the dress stays on the hem is torn. Age of school in session nothing occurs to them but messing running in the land escaping jumping off to show his prowess to the girls was laughing at him treating this old man to whacking they told him to beat me up he looked like he was starting to throw up they have that slim too none is there no sassafrass back there a boy is not a man a man should have some kind of meat inside them pants. He is right to look that way he has no father he has no mother he has two girls who try to destroy him his self worth is sex his life is a cotext message from the places they must hide to dance. Eye cutt offed mye beard is gone its laying on the hill outside the tent eye resemble more mye picture now on facebook so there it stays no need to make replacemeant. UNder locking read this lion as iff it was no one is talking Cleveland OH my god is there in lala land they read the poem to the air. While CharlaX makes his non existant cell phone call to Jesus there in Isreal Hello this is Ronald McDOnald land is this Jesus ? and Jesus says Oye Vey yon Snibbish while CharlaX nods his head and says okay. ANd Robots try again to place the call. Read the fine printted law. Snibbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For MelodaY. Mel Griffin&lt;br /&gt;Snibbish &lt;br /&gt;Para el día catorce del mes de abril &lt;br /&gt;¿No es el esnobismo, pero el snibbish pasar por alto la forma en que el gusano que ávidamente se abalanzan sobre los demás, pero ognore el que aprende. ¿Había una carta en su jersey de que no habría sido quemado. Como ahora los ojos deben ir probar mi amor por jugar en solitario en el barro charcos en los ojos de tierra deja mentir y Shott. Las mujeres besan el aire cerca de la descarada. Agitan la mano hacia atrás en dissmissal commital no. Se podría permitir a un hombre para amar, pero nunca se les ocurriría a buscarlo atrofia todos se despidió el vestido se queda en el borde está desgarrado. Edad de la escuela en nada período de sesiones se les ocurre meterse, pero se ejecuta en la tierra escapar saltando para demostrar su destreza con las chicas se reían de él el tratamiento de este anciano que golpear le dijo que era un fantástico hasta que parecía que estaba empezando a tirar hasta que tienen que Slim no demasiado no hay Sassafrass allá un niño no es un hombre un hombre debe tener algún tipo de carne dentro de ellos los pantalones. Es derecho de mirar de esa manera no tiene padre que no tiene madre que tiene dos niñas que tratar de destruir su autoestima es el sexo de su vida es un mensaje cotexto de los lugares que deben hacer olvidar a bailar. Cutt ojos uso único barba mye se ha ido de su imposición de la colina fuera de la carpa se parecen a los ojos imagen más mye ahora en facebook por lo que se queda sin necesidad de hacer replacemeant. bloquearse en leer este león como si y sólo si era nadie habla Cleveland OH mi dios hay en la tierra lala que leen el poema en el aire. Mientras CharlaX hace su llamada no existe teléfono celular a Jesús allí en Isreal Hola, éste es Ronald McDonald de la tierra es este Jesús? y Jesús dice Oye Vey yon Snibbish mientras CharlaX asiente con la cabeza y dice bien. Y Robots, vuelva a intentar realizar la llamada. Lea la ley printted bien. Snibbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3225313623902964423?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/View?docID=0ASPW6ha05gJ0ZGY1bTl6ejRfMTI1NmdoNnZ0OWN4&amp;revision=_latest' title='Snibbish'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3225313623902964423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/snibbish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3225313623902964423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3225313623902964423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/snibbish.html' title='Snibbish'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-5319292556411860381</id><published>2010-04-09T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:07:35.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>BUzzardPHoned</title><content type='html'>BUzzardPHoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/24l3cba.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicate eye this to Mel Griffin&lt;br /&gt;Day NINE of April Poetry Challenged&lt;br /&gt;Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater poem #873674&lt;br /&gt;We here at Zappersunlimited.com appreciate the fact that you women can never find your phones. Cell phones that is. Just add the new redial to your Brand New Buzzard Phone with Thundar Screaming option. This option is only available for a short time until the Government of several countries takes us back to court again to make us stop selling this. Redial the phone at the last place you think you may have lost it then hit the Thundar Screaming option button. The best thing to do then iff it works is hold your hands up over your ears and wait for it to stop then search the general location where you heard the Screaming Thundar is only on this phone the Brand New Buzzard Phone. NOT SOLD in Germany. Buzzard Phone is sold for 99$$pp.xx everywhere but Germany. Get them in the ALpine places. Readthesmallprintfornowarrentyexpressedorimpliedohthiswasit. The Screaming Thundar Option Button can be added for an extra amount determined by the black market person you are dealing with. We are a candy company. Thats Tandem you idiot. Wait. Eye lost my cell phone in the bottom of the tent when eye hit the added Screaming Thundar Option Button it blew off the bottom of the hill. Remember Mel each Item is still sold seperately. YOu can not add our button to another phone neither can you buy the phone without the button OH wait oh yes you can. Sorry mye mistake. Secret word for Arg sustantivo entina. Sir Ronald Plence is the Treasurer he is the richest man in New York City. He is my Monkies Uncle. Not really ewe. Eye work for Whirly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-5319292556411860381?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5319292556411860381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/buzzardphoned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5319292556411860381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5319292556411860381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/buzzardphoned.html' title='BUzzardPHoned'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/24l3cba_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8415447431835520560</id><published>2010-04-06T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:44:41.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>SIXsecretSIXLouverSIX</title><content type='html'>SIXsecretSIXLouverSIX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/fc67mf.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WilliamShakesonDaySIX&lt;br /&gt;SixPenceSpent&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a poem bye ElizibethBaringBrown&lt;br /&gt;XLII&lt;br /&gt;'My future louver will not copy fair my past six spent cents'—&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that once when not a farthing found; not thinking of my side a thorny spot of ground&lt;br /&gt;My ministering life-angel ewe was justified&lt;br /&gt;The word by this appealing look upcast my face my nose disgraced&lt;br /&gt;To the white throne of God, eye turned at last,&lt;br /&gt;And there, instead, saw Jesus near the ewe , not unallied&lt;br /&gt;To angels in our souls! Then I, long tired of ewes headaches By natural ills, received the comfort fast, and a pocket full of sixppences While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff&lt;br /&gt;Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled. INdeed a full year past at mye faith house.&lt;br /&gt;I seek no copy now of life's first half: we can not turn and enter womb of Mother drear&lt;br /&gt;Leave here the pages with long musing curled up the ewe upon her divine divan,&lt;br /&gt;And write me new my future's epigraph, with paper purchased with our new sixpences&lt;br /&gt;New angel mine, the ewe unhoped for in the world! We rule with all the sixpence we can hurl at churl both men and women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8415447431835520560?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://docs.google.com/View?id=df5m9zz4_1247f4ffj6k5' title='SIXsecretSIXLouverSIX'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8415447431835520560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/sixsecretsixlouversix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8415447431835520560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8415447431835520560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/04/sixsecretsixlouversix.html' title='SIXsecretSIXLouverSIX'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/fc67mf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-15757011661957969</id><published>2010-03-20T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:15:26.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Sonnetteers</title><content type='html'>Sonnetteers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=images-29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/images-29.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen lines that rhyme with finery poetically correctly avidly indubitably Don Juan Carlos Santyana CharlaX prosed poetry. Off course eye got it wrong there is sixteen finery. Don Quixote Don Wand Don Sand Don Subliminal Don INcredible Don Suggestible INedible.  a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f cheat code for sonneteers. &lt;br /&gt;An ominus beginning Joe Cocker is the greatest blues singer no one thinks of him that way, &lt;br /&gt;but rock and roll beginnings all the old songs sound like him.&lt;br /&gt;Government Mule sounds like Joe Cockers old band, &lt;br /&gt;but only iff they had sang a Million Miles to go back then.&lt;br /&gt; Autonomous uncertain songs we heard no one can remember them now that no one cares for them at all,&lt;br /&gt;Below this fruited plane the Jets were crashing all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Chased into the air the waves reverberate the radio brings the pain, Delivered my soul the musick did.&lt;br /&gt;Chasten white in soul the bones laid barely there the sound brings back the pain, Determined to be myeslef again.&lt;br /&gt; Entertainment where we find it in words of praise we make it for the readers pleased, future makers of the prose. &lt;br /&gt;Enter worker writer poet planting seeds of maternity growing  something sweet, deciphering. Bring the docket make the mark chop the head bury the bones let me go on to Heaven with them Sonnetteers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-15757011661957969?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/15757011661957969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/03/sonnetteers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/15757011661957969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/15757011661957969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/03/sonnetteers.html' 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href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/?action=view¤t=19032_308841629001_502834001_437453.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/19032_308841629001_502834001_437453.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CharlaXPerfidy&lt;br /&gt; My boots is more important then my fish is less important then my pants is more important then my drink is less important then my bath is least important then them all eye take a change of clothing from the wall of snow is hiding me wont last its melting hurry fast is not an option food is plentifull repast eye eat more then eye need but nothing lasts eye listen to the India refrain the Jethro Tull in pain my sorrow flees away the ear is more important then the tooth is more important then the eye is more important then the rain has stopped the snow has gone the sun is shining down on God above with His Own Son looks down and frowns on Man fingerpainting was the best thing ever done the child was happy then limits of a forgotten place eye tried to hide my pleasure from the human race the teacher sees she knoes that this young boy has found some pleasure in this painting making swirls making holes quick hide the paper tear it up tear it up tear it up ah oh ah oh my god dont let them see dont let them know they must not they must not ever know what hidden pleasure this boy does the limits of a heart grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8948375962906133913?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.poetrypoem.com/charlax7' title='CharlaXPerfidy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8948375962906133913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/03/charlaxperfidy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8948375962906133913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8948375962906133913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/03/charlaxperfidy.html' title='CharlaXPerfidy'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/th_19032_308841629001_502834001_437453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6174094496415089008</id><published>2010-03-07T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:19:17.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>GoodCaseScenerio</title><content type='html'>GoodCaseScenerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=images-28.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/images-28.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoodCaseScenerio&lt;br /&gt;thought one&lt;br /&gt;eye can scoot booger down the highway back to arizona stop&lt;br /&gt;not the best idea she ever had stop&lt;br /&gt;i like to make this look like its a telegraphic stop&lt;br /&gt;I can walk or hitchhike the bike will not make it there stop &lt;br /&gt;eye i I AI see stop &lt;br /&gt;arizona is not an option stop&lt;br /&gt;thought two&lt;br /&gt;eye can try to stay here ici sneaking past the paintball guarding the building they are making for the tourists stop&lt;br /&gt;even iff they ignored the white elephant on the lawn they would step over to the fence and shott them paint balls down on topp of mye tarpp stop&lt;br /&gt;I could start over and make another Bizarro land Colorado place to live dont laught at me I really thought about this one a lot there is nothing wrong with this idea stop&lt;br /&gt;eye could make a fortress near the reservoir on the topp of the hill and stay in winter all my life stop&lt;br /&gt;i could like to stay but twold give the lambea heart failure i must rethink this attitude i have of survival is what kept me alive all winter stop&lt;br /&gt;third thought is best&lt;br /&gt;GoodCaseScenerio is to leave now Colorado on the buss and wake up Tuesday Mourning in New Mexico to look for a new internet connection this is what the babay lameba wants STOP&lt;br /&gt;Guess where CharlaX is going now STop. &lt;br /&gt;Next stop is New Mexico on a GoodCaseScenerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6174094496415089008?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6174094496415089008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodcasescenerio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6174094496415089008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6174094496415089008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodcasescenerio.html' title='GoodCaseScenerio'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/th_images-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3889186539832263558</id><published>2010-02-24T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:11:18.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>"What may this mean,</title><content type='html'>"What may this mean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/?action=view¤t=images-34.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/images-34.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel&lt;br /&gt;Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon?&lt;br /&gt;"http://www.google.com/#hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=charlax+sonnets&amp;btnG=Google+Search&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=&amp;aql=&amp;oq=charlax&lt;br /&gt;+sonnets&amp;fp=f15a301262521d7 there is a line break in this can you find it ewe. Doth resist the age of charlax makes the prose. &lt;br /&gt; Entereth the Sonneteth. A Dropper Namme John Hemminge and Henry Condell were fellowes of this Barded One. They gave and gave and gave. &lt;br /&gt;  Sonnet 17 Who will believe my verse in time to come&lt;br /&gt;Who will believe my verse in time to come,&lt;br /&gt;we were writting in clairvouyence mode&lt;br /&gt;If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?&lt;br /&gt;Twas Iron Man we were writting of.&lt;br /&gt;Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb&lt;br /&gt;that suit of armour that he wore so red and gold&lt;br /&gt;Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.&lt;br /&gt;If I could write the beauty of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;we never see behind the mask of Irony&lt;br /&gt;And in fresh numbers number all your graces,&lt;br /&gt;the military aspects&lt;br /&gt;The age to come would say 'This poet lies:&lt;br /&gt;there is no Iron Man there is no god&lt;br /&gt;Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'&lt;br /&gt;withe marks of wounds lest Jesus surface&lt;br /&gt;So should my papers yellow'd with their age&lt;br /&gt;the poet falters in the face of this insurgence&lt;br /&gt;Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,&lt;br /&gt;this man of Iron is purley comical&lt;br /&gt;And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage&lt;br /&gt;iff this be true let poets rage on pages of periodicals&lt;br /&gt;And stretched metre of an antique song:&lt;br /&gt;I am Iron Mon(sic)&lt;br /&gt;But were some child of yours alive that time,&lt;br /&gt;this young CharlaX wept on every comix page&lt;br /&gt;You should live twice; in it and in my rhymed verses&lt;br /&gt;you can guess the meaning of the ages comes&lt;br /&gt;this Iron Man song&lt;br /&gt;and dances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3889186539832263558?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1025125&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='&quot;What may this mean,'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3889186539832263558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-may-this-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3889186539832263558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3889186539832263558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-may-this-mean.html' title='&quot;What may this mean,'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/th_images-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8290950196905267667</id><published>2010-02-18T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:23:16.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>OLDSuperMan</title><content type='html'>OLDSuperMan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=1983_Superman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/1983_Superman.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye awoke my Superssuit was still keeping me warm but eye could not fly. The hair was growing long and a beard eye wondered why. No trouble with my super hearing was intact. I heard the ballgame near the track. I tried to fly only once more and so I fell and felt the pain my supersstrength was missing. Walking in the night in search of the yellow sun. Surely when the sun comes up I can start my run and fly away. The Kryptonite eye just realized had made me age. I had taken out the Gold it makes effects on me I knoe I should not use it but it is addictive always making strang affects. A man just asked me for a light for his long cigarette I tried but only made it smoke a little on the end. No real Heat Vision was the result of all that Gold Kryptonion. He was sucking hard when I left over my shoulder looking back he was trying to make that sucker light. Gold Kryptonite has made me older then the hills surrounding this Metropolis these rilles that I can no longer see from being in the sky. I cry a little cry of joy at seeing this strang red sunrise but no it is not Krypton only Sol has come to warm me I feel a little of my strength return when the Golden Orb of sunlight comes up over this horizen now the enemies of man will see this Superman indeed an alien capable of flight my suit the colors of your flag but yellow for the sun instead of white for the American Glory. The Gold Kryptonite has worked too long and now its over as I rise in flight to make this City safe a good American I fly in patterans over all the city scape to search out Criminals and take them down. OLDSuperman is Superman much younger now again with SuperPowers. Prowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8290950196905267667?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8290950196905267667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/02/oldsuperman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8290950196905267667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8290950196905267667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/02/oldsuperman.html' title='OLDSuperMan'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_1983_Superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-5232185616063475863</id><published>2010-02-12T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:53:30.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>ScourMoueINn</title><content type='html'>ScourMoueINn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/FrYdaY/?action=view¤t=images3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/FrYdaY/images3.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahrah tends. Sahrah tends the bar at the Inn. The ScourMoueINn. She washes dishes passes out Ale to the largesse man drinks droughts ever pays. IN the corner passing unnoticed is the small monkish man with the leer, so eye watch young Sahrah tend. When approached reproaches some nervous curses foiled. Foible but talented drinking no ale at his table but soda just impaling his eye upon Sahrah, sure he is never noticed young love never notices old want. His blemishes fails. She comes laying left on the table near the old mans soda was a Valentine Heart full of young love twisting it turning it over the old man read Sahrah loves... but the namme was failing no namme was forthcoming his misunderstanding was in thinking Sahrah never loves him, she loves everyone just the same as she tends even him. The largesse man no threat head bent half asleep full of Ale on the table. They soon all get away. Sahrah came. She stood looking inside like all young women have there own interest do. Reaching her hand out to touch once the elder mans beard. Then they left the largesse man there asleep turned the Key to the Door of the Inn. A Valentines Heart will come true. At the ScourMoueINn. Sarah tends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-5232185616063475863?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1023076&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='ScourMoueINn'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5232185616063475863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/02/scourmoueinn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5232185616063475863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5232185616063475863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/02/scourmoueinn.html' title='ScourMoueINn'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/FrYdaY/th_images3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8344760121796773385</id><published>2010-02-06T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:25:18.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>CharlaXCartooms</title><content type='html'>CharlaXCartooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=CharlaXCartooms.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/CharlaXCartooms.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizarro Superman talked like a great ape Mister Mxyzptik was so much funn to a young. Soom there will be further episodes of doom. Bizarro Superman was from an odd shaped planet cubed but wait eye want this to be a reflection of mye memory and not the truth. He spoke in a certain dialect mabe thats where charlax gets his predicate and adjective disagreements. LIke me am bizarro superman ??? this is before i look it up. And Mister Mxyzptik always gave Superman the fits and wiggles. He was a time traveller from a differant demonsion is that write? Gentle minion now some facts added to see how good the charlax memory. This is actual text from the comic books. First Bizarro Superman. First the backgrounded. Bizarro is an imperfect duplicate of Superman, originally created by Lex Luthor. Luthor built a "duplication ray" to create a living copy of the Man of Steel, who presumably would serve the villain in his war against Superman. Luthor's device created a flawed copy of the original, but the creature inherited enough of Superman's character to rebel against Luthor's demanding rules. Originally resembling Superman, the monster's looks degenerated quickly. His skin turned pasty white, his every contour acquired a rough edge, and his hair was a spiky tangle. Luthor used the adjective "bizarre" to describe what he had created, and the creature mistook it for his name: Bizarro was born. Now for the ensample. This is Bizarro Superman speaking. Bizarro am near-perfect not-copy of Superman, last unmade by dumb good guy Luthor. Baldy unbuilt a "not-copier" to unmake dead ringer of Man of Steel, so Baldy not control him to love Superman lots. Luthor's thingy made real good Superman twin brother Bizarro, but him lost too much from Superman, so Bizarro join Luthor and help him rules the world. Recently never looking like Superman, Bizarro got handsomer slowly. Him got tan, improved looks, and snappy haircut. Baldy not call Bizarro "bizarre," unlike what he never made, so Bizarro correctly guess not-name: Bizarro was dead. Now for Mxyzptik. "Mr. Mxyztplk" (as his name was originally spelled) was introduced as an imp from the fifth dimension. Not being bound by our physical laws, he could do things that seemed to be magical. In his first appearance, Mxyztplk wreaked havoc across Metropolis by using his powers to pull all manner of pranks. He soon told Superman that he was a jester in his home dimension, explaining why he used his powers to play practical jokes. I changed only two places in this text to make it flow a good prose. Poetry is hard a chosen vice of CMBizarroXYharzplaxtikSUperman. How did eye do mye great full minions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8344760121796773385?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8344760121796773385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/02/charlaxcartooms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8344760121796773385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8344760121796773385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/02/charlaxcartooms.html' title='CharlaXCartooms'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/th_CharlaXCartooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3871307779855501644</id><published>2010-01-29T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:20:03.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>LastSmithWordShoppe</title><content type='html'>LastSmithWordShoppeforbooksinnSnoetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/?action=view¤t=18777_257712783346_665363346_335620.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/18777_257712783346_665363346_335620.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoetry is the last word at this book shoppe now for new books in the snow. The end of books has come 1984 has won. After Borsenik and Burroughs gave a September reading at The Last Wordsmith Book Shoppe, (just outside of Erie, PA) Burroughs says he jokingly suggested that they host a poetry festival there. Jokes became serious, and before long, Borsenik, Burroughs, and Megan Collins, owner of the store, birthed Snoetry. Life has come and the book store is gone but will always be remembered by one wait by someone inn this poem a tribute to love. Anyone can work a jobb it takes love to make a place to read poetry. To also sell the paperback writers that we love to read her namme is Megan she wears glasses and affection in her smile. Hope is that someday she will host another book shoppe somewhere in her lifeline ink is in her blood   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT: Snoetry: A Winter Wordfest&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: The Last Wordsmith Book Shoppe, 17 E. Main St., North East, PA&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: Sat., Someday. 16, 1pm-midnight&lt;br /&gt;The last word will be OPEN says me to the new Bookshoppe we all hope that it will be soom someday will come we can hardly wait for SNoetry to come again after all the Last Word SMythe inn Snoetry is TRY TRY again please stay tuned to all your local radio and television news stations for more infomotion on the Poetry situation news at Eleven on Four on this LastSmithWordShoppeforbooksinnSnoetry poem .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3871307779855501644?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3871307779855501644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/lastsmithwordshoppe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3871307779855501644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3871307779855501644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/lastsmithwordshoppe.html' title='LastSmithWordShoppe'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/th_18777_257712783346_665363346_335620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3609879520398541039</id><published>2010-01-22T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:35:13.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>RealLifeAagain</title><content type='html'>RealLifeAagain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/?action=view¤t=images-25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/images-25.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. http://www.poetrypoem.com/charlax7 Late to mye own funerial survices&lt;br /&gt;   2. Limited to other services&lt;br /&gt;   3. City Buss did not come to get me the first buss was noticably absent from the highway&lt;br /&gt;   4. Coffee shoppe man is business man eye am not angry after all he is here to make money&lt;br /&gt;   5. No one is immune from need however eye had two cupps one free refilled the extra refill for 50 cents will not kill me iff i miss it eye am not gonna buy a new cupp and over do it&lt;br /&gt;   6. I may need to look elsewhere for a new cupp of coffee and internet connection however since I already paid full price for a coffee and got my free refill I am sitting pretty ugly now because I am not worth a paper cupped&lt;br /&gt;   7. I would have given him 50 cents which seems to be enought to pay for the price of the cupped however he did not want to waste his paper cupp on me there is two schools of thought&lt;br /&gt;   8. Perhaps the other coffee shops downtown will let me hook up&lt;br /&gt;   9. Perhaps the best thing is to lay low and come back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;  10. Perhaps the buss will be running again to take me home today&lt;br /&gt;  11. I promise you this Iff I can get the BIKE down to the highway I am riding it aagain in snow and ice at least it is user friendly&lt;br /&gt;  12. There is a place called the Coffee Bean I was bean there only once and there computor did not open facebook however I can purchase coffee beans there and use the laptop I will keep my facebook posted up&lt;br /&gt;  13. Leaving now to go and see I may have to spend more money made this chapter thirteen because it twold be so unlucky not to putt it on the list I will log back inn and keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3609879520398541039?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3609879520398541039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/reallifeaagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3609879520398541039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3609879520398541039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/reallifeaagain.html' title='RealLifeAagain'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/th_images-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-448199356243241195</id><published>2010-01-17T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:08:22.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Part Two Babe Lincoln Part Two</title><content type='html'>Part Two Babe Lincoln Part Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/SUNDAY/?action=view¤t=AAAADO2T2loAAAAAABoj4g.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/SUNDAY/AAAADO2T2loAAAAAABoj4g.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed,note.ed you bet that Marketting got all excited they then decided to make a Zillion Dollars making candy bars they called them Lincoln Loggs. The wrapper was quite like a real Lincoln Log depicted with them notches where they made them fit together like little Cabin logs out in the yard just playing children way back when they bought them then unwrapped them there was always two pieces of Choclate Candy that fell out it looked suspiciously like them old time Baby Ruths. The young lads used to chew them at the BallPark spit them at the peoples trousers to seem all growed up or just too downhome rude. Back in 1874 when they still made Lincoln Logs and Baby Ruths. Lefty always choked his bat back then but never seemed to get a hit a Swing and then a miss by a mile he then pretended that he missed the ball on purpose letting rumors fly that he was paid by the other team to let them win. Back there in 1874 at Yankee Stadium before New York got them Mets. His namme was Lefty Palisadium OH whats that? OH you probably never even heard of him! It was before your time, mye friend. Before they made the new Lincoln Logg Candy bars for Marketting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-448199356243241195?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/448199356243241195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-two-babe-lincoln-part-two_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/448199356243241195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/448199356243241195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-two-babe-lincoln-part-two_17.html' title='Part Two Babe Lincoln Part Two'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/SUNDAY/th_AAAADO2T2loAAAAAABoj4g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4459677594501113388</id><published>2010-01-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:08:21.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Part Two Babe Lincoln Part Two</title><content type='html'>Part Two Babe Lincoln Part Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/SUNDAY/?action=view¤t=AAAADO2T2loAAAAAABoj4g.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/SUNDAY/AAAADO2T2loAAAAAABoj4g.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed,note.ed you bet that Marketting got all excited they then decided to make a Zillion Dollars making candy bars they called them Lincoln Loggs. The wrapper was quite like a real Lincoln Log depicted with them notches where they made them fit together like little Cabin logs out in the yard just playing children way back when they bought them then unwrapped them there was always two pieces of Choclate Candy that fell out it looked suspiciously like them old time Baby Ruths. The young lads used to chew them at the BallPark spit them at the peoples trousers to seem all growed up or just too downhome rude. Back in 1874 when they still made Lincoln Logs and Baby Ruths. Lefty always choked his bat back then but never seemed to get a hit a Swing and then a miss by a mile he then pretended that he missed the ball on purpose letting rumors fly that he was paid by the other team to let them win. Back there in 1874 at Yankee Stadium before New York got them Mets. His namme was Lefty Palisadium OH whats that? OH you probably never even heard of him! It was before your time, mye friend. Before they made the new Lincoln Logg Candy bars for Marketting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4459677594501113388?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4459677594501113388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-two-babe-lincoln-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4459677594501113388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4459677594501113388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-two-babe-lincoln-part-two.html' title='Part Two Babe Lincoln Part Two'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/SUNDAY/th_AAAADO2T2loAAAAAABoj4g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2065114806311695378</id><published>2010-01-14T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:23:25.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>RubberToothCapper</title><content type='html'>RubberToothCapper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=images-22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/images-22.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By HashBrowns(TM)(R)A Toledo, OH. Company. We are the newest subdivision offices of Zappersunlimited.com. We are the main repulsive division of the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater, Company. NY. NY. Dennis_Dennis acting as President Whirly is still on vacation, time was, people only took two weeks not three. Dennis-Dennis called Donald Plence into the office on the rug. He said it has been two months. Sorry Sir ROnald he said to the Treasurer of the company. You are standing on my rug. He was smug. Ronald shrugged it off. The rubber tooth capper is not a selling item. How can we make it better? ed,note.ed when basic functions change it is harder to do everything basic functions should not change. At this Sir ROnald stepped back OFF that rug and walked up to the desk placing hands in a spread like he was picking up that whole DESK to carry it home with him. We had to buy back the last shipment to Merced Hospital the patients were using too many of them they were using the boxes up so they did a BedPan check and found out where they are showing up. Dennis-Dennis frowned. DO you mean sir??? YES. Poor DOnald frowned as well. They are swallowing them way too many times the patient just points at the tooth usually just after meal time as soon as a meal arrives the Nurses just get another Box of them out and give them a new one ; when they ask for one not understanding where they were going. Rubber is not ever a good thing to swallow. Howsoever so far we have been lucky at the Legal Department. How so said Dennis-Dennis. There have been no fatalities yet said ROnald Plence. I have to make the decision real soon to pull this Item off the open market. I agree said Dennis-Dennis. We can not keep selling an Item that does not work. However I have a new plan A. Dennis-Dennis leaned forward he was all ears. Ronald carefully pulled a RubberToothCapper from the Box on the desk. He placed it over the end of the #2 pencil erasor end. We will NOT pull this item OH NO we will resale them as Pencil Erasor Extendors. Let the Teachors cap the pencil ends of the most nervous students on Testing Days, to keep them from wearing out the test papers and the pencil ends, and saving the life left in the erasor ends. Call them PencilEndCappors. We expect to Gross. At this last statement Dennis-Dennis could only smile. He continued smiling and waived away his agreement turning his hand backword and waving a gesture of dismissal. He went back to his Three Million Dollar Dell computor ; he flipped over another card it was the Jack of Spades he placed it on the Queen of Hearts. And he smiled.GO TO www.pencilendcappor.com.org.ltd to order yours now. OR just use it for a RubberToothCappor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2065114806311695378?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2065114806311695378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/rubbertoothcapper_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2065114806311695378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2065114806311695378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/rubbertoothcapper_14.html' title='RubberToothCapper'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_images-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6183439730984079559</id><published>2010-01-14T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:23:24.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>RubberToothCapper</title><content type='html'>RubberToothCapper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=images-22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/images-22.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By HashBrowns(TM)(R)A Toledo, OH. Company. We are the newest subdivision offices of Zappersunlimited.com. We are the main repulsive division of the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater, Company. NY. NY. Dennis_Dennis acting as President Whirly is still on vacation, time was, people only took two weeks not three. Dennis-Dennis called Donald Plence into the office on the rug. He said it has been two months. Sorry Sir ROnald he said to the Treasurer of the company. You are standing on my rug. He was smug. Ronald shrugged it off. The rubber tooth capper is not a selling item. How can we make it better? ed,note.ed when basic functions change it is harder to do everything basic functions should not change. At this Sir ROnald stepped back OFF that rug and walked up to the desk placing hands in a spread like he was picking up that whole DESK to carry it home with him. We had to buy back the last shipment to Merced Hospital the patients were using too many of them they were using the boxes up so they did a BedPan check and found out where they are showing up. Dennis-Dennis frowned. DO you mean sir??? YES. Poor DOnald frowned as well. They are swallowing them way too many times the patient just points at the tooth usually just after meal time as soon as a meal arrives the Nurses just get another Box of them out and give them a new one ; when they ask for one not understanding where they were going. Rubber is not ever a good thing to swallow. Howsoever so far we have been lucky at the Legal Department. How so said Dennis-Dennis. There have been no fatalities yet said ROnald Plence. I have to make the decision real soon to pull this Item off the open market. I agree said Dennis-Dennis. We can not keep selling an Item that does not work. However I have a new plan A. Dennis-Dennis leaned forward he was all ears. Ronald carefully pulled a RubberToothCapper from the Box on the desk. He placed it over the end of the #2 pencil erasor end. We will NOT pull this item OH NO we will resale them as Pencil Erasor Extendors. Let the Teachors cap the pencil ends of the most nervous students on Testing Days, to keep them from wearing out the test papers and the pencil ends, and saving the life left in the erasor ends. Call them PencilEndCappors. We expect to Gross. At this last statement Dennis-Dennis could only smile. He continued smiling and waived away his agreement turning his hand backword and waving a gesture of dismissal. He went back to his Three Million Dollar Dell computor ; he flipped over another card it was the Jack of Spades he placed it on the Queen of Hearts. And he smiled.GO TO www.pencilendcappor.com.org.ltd to order yours now. OR just use it for a RubberToothCappor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6183439730984079559?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6183439730984079559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/rubbertoothcapper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6183439730984079559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6183439730984079559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/rubbertoothcapper.html' title='RubberToothCapper'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_images-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1884131849708582383</id><published>2010-01-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:14:06.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Writers Bloc</title><content type='html'>Writers Bloc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=confederate-soldier.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/confederate-soldier.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pen a requisite best seller. A book of 5000 items. Alphabetically enumerated Chapter and Line each Rhyme exquisitly enhanced a TickerTape parade the key to the BIG Applette a spot segment on television next, the Royalties paying for the three car garage and house in Beverly. Hills melting into Dales and RIlles into The Big Valley. The Picket Line Fence was just unwashed logs stacked up then down in a COnfederate hilarity. Men exposed to Muskett fire and no retreat a fight to the death the Gray line mostly homespun uniforms just slacks and shirts some short jackets many men were hatless. Anger rules a Battleground fear of death and Anger rules a Battle. My shin splintered I twisted my leg and stood swinging my Muskett like a BillyClub made of Iron and Wood. The line kept advancing. I could see now that there was no way out. I swung the Muzzle of mye Muskett UP underneathe mye chin. Reached down and pulled and calmly blew mye Brains out. No YellowBelly Yankee was gonna RUIN me. I gave a Rebel Yell. I fell. The Battle Markers placed the crosses one for PFC Darkstone at the battle of Shiloh near the old Pickett fenced. It just says a Confederate Soldier died here in battle. The battle of Shiloh was mostly Union Forces under General Sheriden. General Philip H. Sheridan was one of the Union's most celebrated commanders.  He was a cavalry officer, and perhaps more than any other Union Officer, he fought like a confederate. It was the Cival War. The year was 186(?) "War is Death" said Sheriden to the Darkstone Confederate as they buried him. You may be thinking of another General a differant General Statesman. Perhaps a similar General Statement. Try General Sherman who may have said War is a General. CLose so close but a little off can you remember what he really said Gentile Reader You. Writers Bloc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1884131849708582383?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1016197&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='Writers Bloc'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1884131849708582383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-bloc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1884131849708582383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1884131849708582383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-bloc.html' title='Writers Bloc'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_confederate-soldier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2982449720634844130</id><published>2009-12-17T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:39:35.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>FalseArressttTwo</title><content type='html'>FalseArressttTwo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=images3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/images3.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man dropped his keys it was so bizarely cold. He had tried to clip them on his belt but missed and did not know them keys were gone. His car flashing lights at noone he supposed. He held up the Crowbar stiffly in thin leather gloving not meant for the Subzero weather that we all get in Colorado. He attacked the ICE that was building around his Storefronted back door. His car stopped flashing the lights missing him HE turned to see what was wrong in time to see three punks had found the KEYS just laying there were three of them now Joyriding away all his life was in that Car HE screamed and someone came too late too stop the car berserk away. GONE. MY CAR IS GONE? the policeman was nice but the man wept tears of stone turning water into ice as they fell upon his doorway. You are under arresstt when the policeman saw the Crowbar and what he was doing to the ice looked like Illegal entry. Visit day is Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2982449720634844130?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1012897&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='FalseArressttTwo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2982449720634844130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/falsearresstttwo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2982449720634844130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2982449720634844130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/falsearresstttwo.html' title='FalseArressttTwo'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_images3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3732220938120453176</id><published>2009-12-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:32:41.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=images-35.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/images-35.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me back my self esteam you poured your heart to give my love and cured my lonesome feeling bad you bought me out of poverty when I was strangley missing funding. you gave me warmth on the coldest day in the bottom of my well. you cheered me to avail. you aced the net you scored the goal you tossed the bomb that won mye game of life is nearly better only one thing does remain to get that kiss you promised me someday. why do they charge funds to go to seminary school I will not pay for religious learning I must be free to learn the true teaching of the LORD. He had Judas carry his purse FOR him. He slept outside no room at the Inn. He wore beggars clothing one seamless robe over and over each day as white as sheep can get. Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. I would eat ivey too wouldnt you. Iff I was a poor Jesus Freak you. My friend on facebook told me my poems is too short ones I should add two or even three of them together to make long ones I shuddered and then thought long and harder. Perhaps its so that he can read them better or easier not a bad idea iff all of my poems reached out end to end I reached the MOON long ago im heading out for the Universe; you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3732220938120453176?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1012233&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=310331hOGY02icZHQ.3103&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='you'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3732220938120453176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3732220938120453176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3732220938120453176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_images-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3448538205765853097</id><published>2009-12-10T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:44:36.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>CometoRea,Joe</title><content type='html'>CometoRea,Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=37192_1_468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/37192_1_468.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have speech impediments this is not a condemnation or a commendation of them. SOme people say R for T. It can be frustrating in a syntaxed. Now they want more laws to kill more people Tea time is Rea Rime, joe. Say it aint so. It was below zero last nite in my shelter i let the candles go out and i covered myself with the sleeping bags out the doorway then is not an option and neither can I let anyone inn. Effectively I have died to be with Jesus. At midnight is when I die inside and in the mourning when the light breaks is when I arise back into a bizzaro world of lies. We have DarjatTtling in a black pot.  Come ru Rea now Joe. They want a new law in Uganda to snitch the prisoners out and kill the homosexuals in there beds in there beds what does that make them what does that make them Judge not lest you be Adjudged. Judge not lest you be Adjudged. No one has a right to such a free world to such a peace seaking world to make such a horrendus law killing the innocent blood for when you snitch someone for allowing a touch you may indeed be killing a Christian opposed to fighting you off of them opposed to a fight of any kind. It does not meant that they are gay or even happy to be there with you. And iff you drag a Jesus out of cells to die then you have angered GOD beyond what you can hide. Come ru Rea bring your own POT joe. CometoRea,Joe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3448538205765853097?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1011415&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='CometoRea,Joe'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3448538205765853097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/cometoreajoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3448538205765853097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3448538205765853097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/cometoreajoe.html' title='CometoRea,Joe'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_37192_1_468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6427289553964612536</id><published>2009-12-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:01:39.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>escapegoat</title><content type='html'>escapegoat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=images-34.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/images-34.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mail e business e sheep e goats. the beginning of eternity. e is mentioned in the Bible as adam and e. e end e entirely e entitled to the e entendre. e for effability. e for efface. e for extra extra e all about it. e for the eman race. the ending for time and space. e is for everything everyone everybody e is for e. e escalates e for elevates e for erelates. the start of earth. where would we be enow where would we be without lov. e. e is the e in the sublime. e is in the message twice. e is the lining in the cloud of silvEr. exclamation pointe. e is in later on e is in after while e is in see you when see you then see you knoe the answer is just e. e list. electrode e. encite e. e travel e rail e train e boat e craft e car. e travels e raile e traine e boate e crafte e care. e cares for you at all. e is plurality the e in lavae in coronae in the men aurae they exude a smell refrain is e return is e rework reword rewarded. e is there in hello the worlde. e is in ell. every word that has ell in it has e inside it already ell.  e is in red haire. e is barely there in love in chates them little boxes in emails. you knoe the ones i mean them chates boxes. love and clean. E is inside my heart. the second letter in the balcony. AHHA you got me. Its the letter A. it is in quite and quietly. e is french. e in foreign. e in legion e was too young to get in Army. e is that e in friendly thats hard to place we say freindly a lot. finallite affiliate. e is not good humor. e is not in laugh. e is sad as sade as saddled on the rim with snow dripping from the brim of pomade hair. e is always there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6427289553964612536?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1010873&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='escapegoat'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6427289553964612536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/escapegoat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6427289553964612536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6427289553964612536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/escapegoat.html' title='escapegoat'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_images-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6381977718334745583</id><published>2009-12-03T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:26:08.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>MOneyBane</title><content type='html'>MOneyBane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=amil_all_money_is_legal.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/amil_all_money_is_legal.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is not an option now I am enrolled at Fort Lewis Collage as a Homeless student they want to mince the words but the bottom line is money honey. I cannot afford the housing the books the classes i have no plastic Jesus to credit card the needed cafeteria to eat the molasses that they feed us the door is always open only when its time has come today. THe INstructor met me at the door WHAT do you do for Christmas She said. NOTHING said I am homeless i dew not dew a Christmas time. Why do you wear so many clothes three hats and gloves whats up with that the smell must be in there from all of that sweat down there oh god i cant stand that. And you think that Santa Clause is not the real GOD and MOney you simply have to spend money to live. Its 666. We do not have the Curriculum to teach a poet here no there is no money in this world for dreams and real happiness we want Death and Destruction as a ruling force of courses made for Devils who can pay. MOney is the bane of every free man a poet is a nonexistant person like a homeless they even live in tents and some of them on houses but they wont make it in this world for very much longer for the lower case god will soon come and deliver us from thinkers from lovers and from scumbag writers a real writer is a DOctor a Lawyer or an INdian Chief with a Casino and lots and lots of money. They have three car Garages with the Limosine as the prefrence to MOtor all over Heck and Half of Georgia. WHy do you think that Samuel Clemens was not a REAL version of Tom Sawyer. When he got on that Riverboat Ramp it was as a paying customer not a RIver Rat Tramp on a steamer trunk carrying a bale of negro hay. Those Cigars he wore were not inexpansive they must cost more today a Trademark for a poet who quits smoking is not a real man anyway. No drinking either why what can you possibly write about religion sex and music ? and Love. MOney is the homeless bane. We who have it cant seem to get enought. Soon you who dont use it eat it up will just cease to be existant the memory of you who live as free will fade away. MOneyBane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6381977718334745583?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1010347&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='MOneyBane'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6381977718334745583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/moneybane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6381977718334745583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6381977718334745583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/12/moneybane.html' title='MOneyBane'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_amil_all_money_is_legal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1227476170794255382</id><published>2009-11-30T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:29:08.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>TheDRUMMER</title><content type='html'>TheDRUMMER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=bowler-hat1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/bowler-hat1.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HE is a DRUMMER,". The younger snikered. The Elder snorted, the girl tittered not "tee hee" but "titter" it sounds like a light flicker. The SandyMan said it again. "HE is a DRUMMER," this time he pointed at a man carrying a Guitar case slung on his back walking tword them with a long Western coat he was tuning that thing while he walked. His GUitar was a six string not his coat it had more then six buttons up. The younger said "its a guitar not a drum." The Hat was what looked like a wide Western Brim but it was black not leather or felt the color of the coat it matched the GUitar case as well. The Hat was like a Nickle Hat Flat on top like his Guitar was on his head pulled back to allow him to see what his hands was doing to them strings. As he walked and tuned he was humming. HE did three things as one thing he did three things all at once his case lay there open a $2.00 bill inside winking and asking for friends the chords sounding like rain; falling away as his VOice changed to a deep nasal twang he began to improvise, now the Hat was pulled forward to Masquarade his eyes as he sang : SUng to the Tune. &lt;br /&gt;I saw a house boarded up &lt;br /&gt;windows crack broken up &lt;br /&gt;boarded up Sailors sing&lt;br /&gt;Aye Dee Aye Day Aye Die&lt;br /&gt;I saw a City hoarded up&lt;br /&gt;City Crack broken up&lt;br /&gt;boarded up Singers Sing &lt;br /&gt;Aye Dee Aye Day Aye Die&lt;br /&gt;Where were the men&lt;br /&gt;Where were the men&lt;br /&gt;Where were the men&lt;br /&gt;HE was openly weeping as his voice trailed off then he tried again&lt;br /&gt;When the looters and rapists&lt;br /&gt;came to kill the survivors&lt;br /&gt;of the storm when Katrina&lt;br /&gt;killed the City of New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;where were the men&lt;br /&gt;where were the men&lt;br /&gt;where were the men&lt;br /&gt;Aye Dee Aye Day Aye Die&lt;br /&gt;The SandyMan dropped into the case a Five $ bill, the Elder a TEN, the Girl a Friend for that $2 bill. The younger flipped in a nickel then checked it after it flipped inside to make sure it was not a slug then they left all satisified they had helped that Drummer survive. HE kept playing all night as it was not raining till the cold forced him off that sidewalk downtown to the inside. The wind blows downtown Main Street listen CLOSE. Can you hear :"wherewerethemen" inside the wind? TheDRUMMER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1227476170794255382?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1009778&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='TheDRUMMER'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1227476170794255382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/thedrummer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1227476170794255382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1227476170794255382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/thedrummer.html' title='TheDRUMMER'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_bowler-hat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4911218796717372221</id><published>2009-11-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:33:26.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>ParodayonTurkeyDay</title><content type='html'>ParodayonTurkeyDay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/?action=view¤t=shakespearecartoon2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/shakespearecartoon2.jpg" border="0" alt="poem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is very little confirmed information available on the life of William Shakespeare. Shakespeare researchers have inferred, with the help of some small obscure little evidence, that Shakespeare was provided basic education at the town's grammar school. SNicker. However, researchers have also concluded that Shakespeare never attended any university or institution of higher learning. YAYness. This lack of formal advanced education did not deter William Shakespeare from establishing himself as the world's greatest playwright. There is beauty in Shakespeare's language. A Paroday of CXVI Let me not to the marriage feast leave a morsel of Turkey upon them bones of true minds. Admit to no lies or impediments. Love is not love&lt;br /&gt;Which alters potatoes to reassemble meat or when it alteration finds to eat,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove them bones from meat:&lt;br /&gt;O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark of the beast,&lt;br /&gt;That looks on plates at feasts and is never shaken;&lt;br /&gt;It is the wishbone to every wandering bark,&lt;br /&gt;Whose amount of intake is unknown, although his gross be taken thus. Love’s not a Turkeys fool, though rosy lips and cheeks behind the table push away&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending elbows compass come;&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not within his briefs later amid the leeks,&lt;br /&gt;But waits it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;br /&gt;If this be error twas potatoes and neer was it eer meat, and upon me proff,&lt;br /&gt;I never writ this Turkey Paroday, nor no man ever lov’d his meat.&lt;br /&gt;William Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4911218796717372221?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1008356&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='ParodayonTurkeyDay'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4911218796717372221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/parodayonturkeyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4911218796717372221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4911218796717372221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/parodayonturkeyday.html' title='ParodayonTurkeyDay'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/th_shakespearecartoon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-268285266688263970</id><published>2009-11-14T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:56:21.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Bee Itch</title><content type='html'>Bee Itch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=images-19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/images-19.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ess Hit me just now I was thinking of jealousy. The poor little man zerathruda in the ashes i have sackcloth for embellishemeant. I was wishing I could read ALOUD to all my facebook friends my poetry to make all the misspellings occur with regularity and you could here the way I mean the poem to bleed. There is only one thing certain before the final curtain they said Death and Taxes is certain. I say this as CharlaX the poet please remember that a fool tells everyone all over the world that he IS a fool. This is wisdom talking so listen. One thing will happen either it will get Better and they will change some things so that they WORK correct OR eithor they will not change nothin and make everything worse by making things not work correction is needed now NOW NOW in eubilation. YOU ba LAY shun. &lt;br /&gt;IN Less then 10 years there will not be a free internet anywhere no COmputors available to any but paid for homeowners or PAID cafes for laptops. The Lieberry is almost extinct as an option for free people. He posts a zillion likes and has a thousand friends because his is bigger than mine (his computor at home) what did you think eye meant. In all the movies they stop after its over and have a ciggarette and then a shower. Message search is that middle button that rolls it scrolls up and it scrolls down it moves the page so you can find a message since the search boxes never work. Jealous is the wrong word animousity animosity is what is bother me. ANN a moss e tee. You must refresh the page three times in a row to see a new view or to get the place to go. (LINKS) show up only after the third refreshmeants. Make mine Coca Cola. More News at Eleven. THe snow is falling now all winter long i will just try to survive in the house that Faith in GOD has bought me time to write the prose that people love. Come back time after time and scratch my Bee Itch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-268285266688263970?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1007411&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='Bee Itch'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/268285266688263970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/bee-itch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/268285266688263970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/268285266688263970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/bee-itch.html' title='Bee Itch'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/th_images-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1462368534236020461</id><published>2009-11-09T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:58:25.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>SOngFesteyeville</title><content type='html'>SOngFesteyeville &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=images-31.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/images-31.jpg" border="0" alt="SOngFesteyeville"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a house in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;When i was 15 years old i could play the organ solo&lt;br /&gt;They call the Rising Sun&lt;br /&gt;we did not knoe what a whore house was &lt;br /&gt;back then we were too young&lt;br /&gt;And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy&lt;br /&gt;i had a farfisa organ once they repossesed it &lt;br /&gt;cause i could not make the payments&lt;br /&gt;And God I know I'm one&lt;br /&gt;the only one the tailors son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was a tailor&lt;br /&gt;momma had a Singer sewing Machine &lt;br /&gt;i drove her crazy and made her too nervous &lt;br /&gt;every time she used it&lt;br /&gt;She sewed my new bluejeans&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;My father was a gamblin' man&lt;br /&gt;actually he was so tight he dropped a quarter once &lt;br /&gt;and stepped on my little hand when i tried to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;Down in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;I went there BEFORE the HUrricane and once after&lt;br /&gt;I saw the damaged houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only thing a gambler needs&lt;br /&gt;besides a bottle of drunk&lt;br /&gt;Is a suitcase and trunk&lt;br /&gt;we carryed the arkansas back packs&lt;br /&gt;And the only time he's satisfied&lt;br /&gt;satiaeted and full of hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;Is when he's on a drunk&lt;br /&gt;many people even the young boys &lt;br /&gt;drank too much way back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ organ solo ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mother tell your children&lt;br /&gt;this still applies today&lt;br /&gt;Not to do what I have done&lt;br /&gt;may GOd FOrbid them&lt;br /&gt;Spend your lives in sin and misery&lt;br /&gt;when I was old enought &lt;br /&gt;i had plenty girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;In the House of the Rising Sun&lt;br /&gt;i always thought it was Japenese&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got one foot on the platform&lt;br /&gt;i walked down highway 95 in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;The other foot on the train&lt;br /&gt;always i was alone with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' back to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;someday&lt;br /&gt;To wear that ball and chain&lt;br /&gt;when monkeys fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is a house in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;the NEW NEW Orleans after the clean up&lt;br /&gt;They call the Rising Sun&lt;br /&gt;im sure there is one there now&lt;br /&gt;And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy&lt;br /&gt;most definitely&lt;br /&gt;And God I know I'm one &lt;br /&gt;the only one the tailors son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1462368534236020461?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1006452&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='SOngFesteyeville'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1462368534236020461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/songfesteyeville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1462368534236020461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1462368534236020461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/songfesteyeville.html' title='SOngFesteyeville'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_images-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-7849308794346635449</id><published>2009-11-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:12:49.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>WallFloweRLoveR</title><content type='html'>WallFloweRLoveR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/?action=view¤t=images-22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/images-22.jpg" border="0" alt="WallFloweRLoveR"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give to me mye Wallflower girl. She was walking with her friend upon the Pathway Scorned the boys see only those receptively who have beauty of the momentary it takes a man to see a heart apart. Give to me mye loveR who sees me secretley kisses me who kisses me secretely she loves me in her heart. Give to me mye lady Married with a child a VIrgin in her heart she comes to me her Cupid after dark. Give to me the Stay at Home the FLowerAllAlone she does not dance. Her dance card it hangs on the RIbbon of the Bow no nammes listed as her eyes slightly off center focus on the unknown loveR her heart is smoldering her hair is aging gracefully now some GRAY some Brown. Give to me  mye Wallflower kept in love her loveR far from home How bright his eyes when thinking of his loveR all his focus on these words of prose she his Rose yay nay more like a Violet all purple prose. Give to me mye one chance at life that I have left the moment that we met the Certain Confusion that signals hearts on fire with love. GOD has placed us aparte at such a distance to keep us from eating each other alive comsuming one another with our love. Give to me mye WallFloweRLoveR scented with lavendor amidst powdored hope. Give to me my Wallflower the one they call the Dancor. Give to me a NativeBorn a Nationality of NobleClan an Indian iff only Blood. Give to m e a Slightly Swaying Tall Tree holding hands then kissing them in Love. Give to me a Purple Power meditating channting making Poetry all her own reflection of a Woman Loved. Give to me a Wallflower Grown up and Dancing life to help her family to live; one more day at one more time. Give to me the Wallflower GIrl the Dancer the Worker the WallFLoweRLoveR. For VIolet Flower Parme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-7849308794346635449?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1005640&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='WallFloweRLoveR'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/7849308794346635449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/wallflowerlover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7849308794346635449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7849308794346635449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/wallflowerlover.html' title='WallFloweRLoveR'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/th_images-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2881173623304246031</id><published>2009-11-01T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:22:45.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>CharlaXBattMasterman</title><content type='html'>CharlaXBattMasterman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/SUNDAY/?action=view¤t=images-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/SUNDAY/images-5.jpg" border="0" alt="The Bount Hunt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Western Paroday&lt;br /&gt;The Bount Hunt&lt;br /&gt;I rode in standing up in them Stirrups riding HellBent For Leather for 43 days and nights I trailed them in straight up. They fought hard among themselves everytime I found another body in the dust I folded up the Wanted Poster that matched that face then I Batt Masterson reached down and pinned it to his left vested interest with an extra Sherriff badge. I have a lot of them. I carry them. To use at work. SUddenly it was only RIngo there in front of me. He turned back fought hard there was bullits ricohetted all around me. When he hit my horse She did not die some slow buzzard bait I shot her myself the COwboy way. The Coward that is RIngo he had a turn and run gun. His holster must be mighty raw from all that poor misuse. Suddenly his horse knickered wait she snickered no wait make that sickered as she was winged Ringo then went flying. She lost him and she plunged.  He acted OPossom. I nearly fell for it was sneaky Ringo. He tossed a Blade nearly shaved me by inches it missed me my turn came. I thumbed a bullit but it missed Ringo but he died. I use the cane too much I cannot shoot a gun at all. His hand was on a DiamondBacked Rattlesnaked bit him. Justice comes from GOD and Creatures in the dust meant to be that they get theres in the hand in the end the snake had gotten Ringo there not the Bount Hunt or the Bounty Hunter man, what a story, I the loser there I never did get paid for getting Ringo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2881173623304246031?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1005241&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='CharlaXBattMasterman'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2881173623304246031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/charlaxbattmasterman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2881173623304246031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2881173623304246031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/11/charlaxbattmasterman.html' title='CharlaXBattMasterman'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/SUNDAY/th_images-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3139901401087079846</id><published>2009-10-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:30:50.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>AleinGray</title><content type='html'>AleinGray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=9781880325490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/9781880325490.jpg" border="0" alt="AleinGray"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ALein was a Gray face was wizened like a wizzard looks down upon the City needs a leador. He left his space ship and hopped around the barn. He left his Space in pieces not caring iff the ship was ever servicable again. The ALuminus Alloy they were testing was failing to be workable they may decide to use plain old Tungsten Steel Titianium had gotten too Expensive. He was flying in the Asteroid Belted to his Pilot Light was out turned off no heat no sweat a sheen upon his forehead there his Mother came and felt his head she kissed him and then said its almost Halloween. Again she said its the Doctor on the Phone he said you are not really SICK I said how does HE knoe? He says your just faking it a phoney too stay home inn your bed from School your MOther is not taking it. Tommorrow you go back to School again the Alein to learn the Broken RUles at School again. The Alein Reporting in the Asteroid COllided with the ship again Crash landed on a Giant Planet. Atmospheric crushing the Alloy Craft he had been testing the Aluminum is not strong enought to withstand the pressures of a Planet like Jupitor. His head pulled up slowly from the desk. He looked slyly at the Teachor like the Gray ALein Creature. Mye condition is not treatable my insides have been melted and smashed by the beatings from Brother and his Queer friends. I do not think that I will live to be fourteen again. When they sent me to Study hall for Detention there was no Teachor there at all and SO I just went back home and got back in my Bed again. I am a fourteen year old ALein Gray a HUGE Ferrocious Repititious Halloween THING. Who wants to be a little Green Man from Mars. Eye survived the plane Crash Landing my insides like Cotton Candy melted down reformed the Structual Damage very nearly completed in me. Today a woman stared hard at my Boots like she wanted to hang me upside down and PUCK me like a Chicken Feathered thing. Did eye say PUCK not PLUCK because its almost Halloween again. I am Alein Gray again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3139901401087079846?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1004296&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='AleinGray'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3139901401087079846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/10/aleingray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3139901401087079846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3139901401087079846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/10/aleingray.html' title='AleinGray'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_9781880325490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-7385277488630821328</id><published>2009-10-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:15:42.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>TheENvelope</title><content type='html'>TheENvelope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=images-17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/images-17.jpg" border="0" alt="TheENvelope"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter was too EMportant so the EMporor wanted no mistakes. He folded back the flap with the sticky side presssed down under the ENvelope the desk was still wet where some small boy had been swiping an old wet rag just before the EMporor ENfolded his ENvelope. He wanted to place the letter into the ENvelope. He pressed down even harder his wisened fingers powerful making the ENvelope stick to the desk even harder it was almost now permenant. Just an occidental fixture sort of sardonicly rivitted. The letter was folded the EMporor glancing sideways advancing the letter inch by slow inch into the ENvelope UNTIL. He twitched one way then he twitched otherwise. The ENvelope was still stuck fast. He was a victum now of happiness at least from the boy who had swiped the wet rag was aghast at the antics unfolding the letter with both hands pulling harder now it finally tore away from the flap was still glued to the desk while the EMporor fell to the floor. The boy hiding face behind hand not able to laugh out loud now at all. Look at the boy in the eyes go up close to see him stare laughter at the ENvelope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-7385277488630821328?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1003694&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='TheENvelope'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/7385277488630821328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/10/theenvelope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7385277488630821328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7385277488630821328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/10/theenvelope.html' title='TheENvelope'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_images-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-7571899362859992244</id><published>2009-10-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:15:26.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>GayBikeOR</title><content type='html'>GayBikeOR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=images-29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/images-29.jpg" border="0" alt="GayBikeOR"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not nammeing nammes or family tied to past life is over but this has got to be let out of me to get me over. When a young man thinks that he is Gay inside and tries to hide it surfaces in the stranges places and experiences. Noun motorcycle, bicycle, wheel, cycle, automotive vehicle, motor vehicle, wheeled vehicle verb bicycle, cycle, pedal, wheel, ride down the wheel mmmissing what is this thing I have grabbed a hold of there is the HIll why is Daddy running and screaming at me to let go INto the street I slow when I realized what the Danger was I dragged the Bike off the tarmac and slammed it into the ditch hopefully forever. The Frame was bent both tires was flattened there was no bar between the space where bar must go it was a GIRLS bike. The Family said you got to ride it iff you want a new boys bike.  Went down the hill hard hit the ditch walked back home without the bike gone they said whats wrong I said over and over its a girls bike.  It was just an old bike we found laying around the dump. We did not meant for you to be upset or think that you may be GAY. The laughter was the worse part. Jam dont jelly all night roll that rock oclock Jelly dont jam roll that rock alone one more love left dancing on the floor. Sung to the tune. Call this an Organ Interlude. RIde the girls bike was all the Father said until we can get you a real bike a boys bike. It seems he would not be satisfied until eye could never find love inside my heart again. I wanted a bannana seat so I went and stole one they made me take it back I hope they all were happy now. Prison was mentioned. More than Twice. He is a thief he needs to be in Prison. A young boy is influenced at an early age. When I finally got my own place the Apartment every boy craves I placed the bike outside on the porch portico and dismantled it just keeping it there for looking good. Like all good people do that have a place to stay but no further need for the bike at all  just back and forth to work to pay. I took an Aluminum Pole and whacked it off to fit the inbetween space on a girls bike and created a boys bike there instead. What fun that was to sit the seat there and pretend. Midnight Orchestrations missing Generation betwixt the Baby Booming Penetrations and the New Generating X. I fell in between the spaces the cracks and Grew up on Stoney Ground. Life faithfully avoided me brain dead and worshipping self aggrandizing gnawing on my home sweet home the bike now forgotten if thought of at all its a BOYS bike now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-7571899362859992244?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1003131&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=310331hOGY02icZHQ.3103&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='GayBikeOR'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/7571899362859992244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/10/gaybikeor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7571899362859992244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7571899362859992244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/10/gaybikeor.html' title='GayBikeOR'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_images-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3764906334380921110</id><published>2009-10-12T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:49:36.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>FacebookLikePeople</title><content type='html'>FacebookLikePeople &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=images7-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/images7-2.jpg" border="0" alt="case h stell"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lieberrian saw me on the computor she groaned and said oh no. We like to like button I hit the like button on nearly every posting my friend says she feels bad so I hit the like button. Someone else says disaster struck them in the night last nite so I hit like. If someone can't be liked by like button over a time they can get deleted but I am lenient with friends of longer standing there. A friend will say to one another person, I am going to SLEEP now, you, Goodnite, and so I view this te-te-tete I hit like, I like to like button everything my Facebook people do. I like to like. His namme was Case H. Stell the clerck looked up surprise widening the smile Stell? why not Steel? How many have said that very thing? thought Stell. I used to drink a lot to lay in places drunk all worry about what I done done nothing wrong but just not sure what worry wonder if someone got hurt with the not knowing the wondering and worrying that kills a man makes no differance to a drunk at all unless he sobers up this is what Stell thought. But what he said to the cleric there cant be wrote. He wrote his Signature. Case H. Stell. The Clerck tried again as he flipped the book around just like they do in all the movies always asking something else. What is the H for? Case H. just smiled and ran his fingers threw his hair wondering why a man has hair not like a boy the part gone where he always started with his comb. A man now he lay on the bed with his laptop on in the room He opened up his Facebook profile number one. Beginning on his home page he hit the like button on all the comments he was like a grim robot POKE POKE POKE down in the right hand corner then UP to the top to accept the heart. He had his like button he had his favorites. He was searching his apps. His wants his needs there and usually his comments where correct were what his pride would dictate to his Facebook Friends. He paused sometimes he random thought. He used to tell the barmaid he was Case Hardened Stell. She would laugh and kiss him there on the stool not ashamed or in a hurry. But the H is for Hortiao his Father was a Trumpet Player in a bar Toledo Ohio used to be his home. It is where he learned to Drink the whiskey sour in the bar His Father blew a horn. He frowned. Looking down the page he hit the like button on his Facebook profile and wiped the tear away where it had hit the notebook keyboard face on laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3764906334380921110?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1001883&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='FacebookLikePeople'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3764906334380921110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebooklikepeople.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3764906334380921110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3764906334380921110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebooklikepeople.html' title='FacebookLikePeople'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_images7-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6558799986682800934</id><published>2009-09-30T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:41:42.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>OneTwoPoortobeaCowboy</title><content type='html'>OneTwoPoortobeaCowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=poem-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/poem-1.jpg" border="0" alt="http://www.durangocowboygathering.org/schedule.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.durangocowboygathering.org/schedule.asp&lt;br /&gt;We were not all Roy Rogers not all Singging Cowboys some of us two poor to fight with Indian. Eye had no bullits on my Cowboy Belt Buckle images opaque loops empty felt like Jake. Eye wagged my finger in that face clicked my tounge anticipating horrors done; but wait: Indian laughed so hard when this is what I said to him "DONT mess a hair on this OneTwoPoortobeaCowboy. WHen eye reached down for my silverplater hanggun all eye found arresting there inside the leather there was my empty thumd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6558799986682800934?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=999442&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='OneTwoPoortobeaCowboy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6558799986682800934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/onetwopoortobeacowboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6558799986682800934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6558799986682800934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/onetwopoortobeacowboy.html' title='OneTwoPoortobeaCowboy'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_poem-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2514250910473142690</id><published>2009-09-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:44:03.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>emailgoldplater</title><content type='html'>emailgoldplater &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/?action=view¤t=cooltext434995969.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/cooltext434995969.jpg" border="0" alt="emailgoldplater"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free for a limited. After you get hooked on using this product the Price is set in stone send to us one thousand of them stones. InTanDem Corporation Limited. A British Comany. Because the Usa is tired of Whirly so we went overseas to Score Big Bucks with this new Company http://www.emailgoldplater.com/org/ltd. Just hit this hyperlink or copy and past it in your web browser bowser. You will get a link that says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&lt;br /&gt;"http://www.emailgoldplater.com/org/ltd"&gt;GoHereTOGoThere&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The premise is simple. When your email gives an error message and it wont load your caht mee boxes go here to go there and you get a brand new chat box that works. There is not much more to this at all just here them squall in living color we added video. When Mother holds up little Jhonny and he yells all his obscentities in Both your ears you have the satisfaction  now of seeing him toss up all his cokkies dear. Please send real hard cash inthe snail mails we cannot cash them checks or money orders at the 2seveneleven anymore. emailgoldplater a division of the whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater company. Treasurer Sir Donald Plence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2514250910473142690?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=998878&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='emailgoldplater'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2514250910473142690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/emailgoldplater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2514250910473142690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2514250910473142690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/emailgoldplater.html' title='emailgoldplater'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/th_cooltext434995969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-756315811937672268</id><published>2009-09-21T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:57:02.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Available</title><content type='html'>Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=images-26.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/images-26.jpg" border="0" alt="Euclid"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euclid &lt;br /&gt;Pons Asinorum a proposition me:  If this be rightly called the bridge of asses hes not the fool that sticks but he that passes I got that in EUclid its the Elements unabridged available the computor turned green is what it says in Green GLowing Letters so I awaited searched the ones with the Reservations on. Again it was in red letters still in Dull red letters almost a dull brown like as to a frown. So I danced up to the terminal to make another reservation this one was number three on computor four a total of no extensions today available is gone. FOr it is Monday as busy as an airline terminal. My flight is now departing at one thirty five. The seat is nearly reachable the time begins to slide. I walk slowly up the inclime in nasty weather I slip and slide but sure foot as I go up inclime as it narrows and it slows and then it positively creeps and yet I plod along the marrow almost frozen yet I stay in time to make it threw them passes as I go a stepping past the pauses of them suppostions of them prepostions some men stop and stare some men chew some men eschew them red neck chewing lessons dumb to call a lifetime over long before its gone. As I finish line I look around for next one thats available for now. Computor NUmber Five. It takes no long Geometry to ascertain that only seven slots available can pander to the nammes of seventeen people. All of them asses want my only seat. Available in green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-756315811937672268?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=998314&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=310331hOGY02icZHQ.3103&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='Available'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/756315811937672268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/available.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/756315811937672268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/756315811937672268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/available.html' title='Available'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_images-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2757735159024633930</id><published>2009-09-11T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:31:20.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>JesusFreaks</title><content type='html'>JesusFreaks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=images-23.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/images-23.jpg" border="0" alt="JesusFreaks"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We die the weak the beaten&lt;br /&gt;JesusFreaks. &lt;br /&gt;We parade our scars our wounds&lt;br /&gt;before the Judgement Seat of&lt;br /&gt;Christ.&lt;br /&gt;We listen as He Rises like a human Judge&lt;br /&gt;He Rules. &lt;br /&gt;He Speaks.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Speaks.&lt;br /&gt;I took it all upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;Its all for YOU upon that Cross.&lt;br /&gt;Its all there.&lt;br /&gt;For everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;On Ressurrection Day&lt;br /&gt;Your BOdies stand &lt;br /&gt;Redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;Until then your Souls&lt;br /&gt;are safely here with me.&lt;br /&gt;For I am Jesus the son&lt;br /&gt;of the Living GOD Father&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit Holy Trinity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2757735159024633930?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=996518&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=310331hOGY02icZHQ.3103&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='JesusFreaks'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2757735159024633930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesusfreaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2757735159024633930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2757735159024633930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesusfreaks.html' title='JesusFreaks'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_images-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8576056047142442678</id><published>2009-09-03T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:32:04.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>PaperHanger</title><content type='html'>PaperHanger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/Thursaday/?action=view¤t=box1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/Thursaday/box1.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom says, " Hello Fred, I hang paper all over up and down the streets of Durango on the Bank of Colorado." So thats your JOB?, TOM says, "YEP I guess you could call me a paper hanger," and then TOM's Grin real wide like some men do go on. Fred says, So what is your JOB description? TOM says, I am a writer. (we all says "OF BAD CHECKS"). But Fred as well as most is clueless. He loves his friend and does not knoe that he is criminal intent. Money is the reaping that Tom uses to go on. But now he may have to learn a new job descriptive adjective. Because. Because they stopped taking checks in all the bars and restaurants up and down main street. How will a paper hanger eat? What will he learn to grow on? A signature a limit sign an old boot the leather peeled to taste like meat. The reason they use lots of spice to cover up that boot heel nice and flavorsome they "speal". When TOM reaches into his inner sanctum pocket for his book of chequered payment (it was blue) and folded love. They only have to tell him once go read the sign inside the window near the door. Then go outside walk down the street and carry on. GO on now TOM and hang your paper. While Fred just nods and smiles. PaperHanger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8576056047142442678?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=995806&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='PaperHanger'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8576056047142442678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/paperhanger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8576056047142442678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8576056047142442678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/paperhanger.html' title='PaperHanger'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/Thursaday/th_box1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-7092710562493708059</id><published>2009-09-01T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:32:31.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>WhiteBreadJesus charlax k.e</title><content type='html'>WhiteBreadJesus charlax k.e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=facebook.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhiteBreadJesus charlax k.e &lt;br /&gt;Invigourus, I lay inviolate at rest &lt;br /&gt;inn nesting nest&lt;br /&gt;hot but not over done&lt;br /&gt;the clouds it almost came the rain&lt;br /&gt;came drops once hard now gone&lt;br /&gt;sweat some on the back of neck&lt;br /&gt;swiped away with hand&lt;br /&gt;I lay in socks&lt;br /&gt;legs resting&lt;br /&gt;thinking in this clay&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-7092710562493708059?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=995352&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='WhiteBreadJesus charlax k.e'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/7092710562493708059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/whitebreadjesus-charlax-ke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7092710562493708059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7092710562493708059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/09/whitebreadjesus-charlax-ke.html' title='WhiteBreadJesus charlax k.e'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3007208333913990799</id><published>2009-08-26T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:02:21.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMperfectNature'/><title type='text'>IMperfectNature</title><content type='html'>IMperfectNature &lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/?action=view¤t=ELK.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/ELK.jpg" border="0" alt="IMperfectNature" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natural order is chaos. Nothing stays the same even large tall trees leave and uproot the taproot falls small saplings grow large trees by rivers spent they stay in banks but overflow and flood the water hideaways in winter come. Berries on a Berry Bush become seeds for trees suddenly snow is there all over food is scarce. Forcing out once plentiful herds away from low lay up into them Mountains. Some food remains on top until one day there is only one ELK standing on the TIP to all the other lessor ELK this ELK is GOD. But what IMperfectness that Acorn Bush is total chaos hard to see the Giant tree for all the little elk still coming down around to chew the leaves where berries did abound. When snow comes thinning life in numberless droves. SO this one ELK towers over all the mudd below. We still believe this ELK now Eightteen Hands was once his mothers dearling she nuzzled him away from tits gone dry. One day this struggling deer smelled a berry bush then started eating now he nibbles as His Majesty preens his Antlers clean leaves where berries used to grow IMperfectNature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3007208333913990799?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=994723&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='IMperfectNature'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3007208333913990799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/08/imperfectnature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3007208333913990799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3007208333913990799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/08/imperfectnature.html' title='IMperfectNature'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/th_ELK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3515751460664140530</id><published>2009-08-19T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:20:23.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Wordplaysomemores</title><content type='html'>Wordplaysomemores &lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/?action=view¤t=oz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/oz.jpg" border="0" alt="Wordplaysomemores" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon est password swordplay loggedon loggedinn putthekettleon. Pas sword. Noos tse Drows sap Yalp drows. Node G Gol. N Nude ggol Noel tt eke htt up. Drows Sap. From this the poet crackx his nuckles twice and simper fries. Pass the sword over the drowseing yalper log in to your computor read more charlax poems. Nude girls look much nicer with each other. Noel is watching everything you dew. Zap the sapping drowser she is you. Sero memo s yalp drow. People have eating disorders they call each other on the phone to see if children get the proper breakfastes at home. When I put this word Breakfastes in the Dictionary it returned this definition : eat or have somebody for breakfast. Oreo OR EEE oh OR e o OR EEE oh in the movie of the whizard of ozzed do u remember when the Guards were marching past they were singing in a sing song voice this is what they were saying I remember it like yesterday. or EEE oh oR EEE oh. Try it. Just try humming a few barz. Then pass the sword. Somemores. Relieve me and believe me. Wordplaysomemores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3515751460664140530?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=993734&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='Wordplaysomemores'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3515751460664140530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordplaysomemores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3515751460664140530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3515751460664140530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordplaysomemores.html' title='Wordplaysomemores'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/th_oz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4926297193741085698</id><published>2009-08-11T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:55:00.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>DellPartsPiecesStems A Paroday of Dell.</title><content type='html'>DellPartsPiecesStems A Paroday of Dell.&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=farmer.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/farmer.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dell makes computors. Computors have parts. This is the story. Disclosure This is a poem bye charlax darkstone android one seven. This is not a true story. The System Analyzer Program utilizes an application to analyze the configuration of your system to provide you suggestions for compatible parts or upgrades for your Dell-branded computor number 000-666-000-666-000 your unique service tag number, which is defined as personal information under the Dell Privacy Policy.Access, Collection and Use of Data (Non-Personal Information) In the course of providing this service, Dell will display results of your system configuration including: Computer Type - Computer model Edition - Version of Microsoft Windows installed (XP Pro, XP Home, etc.) System Devices - System profile information (Examples: Memory, Hard Drive, video cards)&lt;br /&gt;By downloading, you agree to the Dell Software License Agreement and the Dell Privacy Policy. The use of Dell System Analyzer is also subject to of the Terms and Conditions of Sale&lt;br /&gt;You buy replacement parts for your car dont you??????????? CharlaX has determined iff u add everything they sell to your computor you will pay over twice the price. Latitude’s E-Family Mainstream and Essential systems offer the choice of 25 watt and 35 watt Intel Core 2 Duo dual core processors. The PXX00 processors have 25watts for battery optimization, while the T9X00 processors have 35 watts for improved performance. Intel® Core™ 2 Duo P8600 (2.40GHz, 3M L2 Cache, 1066MHz FSB) [Included in Price] Intel® Core™ 2 Duo P8700 (2.53GHz, 3M L2 Cache, 1066MHz FSB) [add $50]Dell Recommended - For Improved Performance Intel® Core™ 2 Duo P8800 (2.66GHz, 3M L2 Cache, 1066MHz FSB) [add $50] Intel® Core™ 2 Duo P9600 (2.66GHz, 6M L2 Cache, 1066MHz FSB) [add $180] Intel® Core™ 2 Duo T9550 (2.66GHz, 6M L2 Cache, 1066MHz FSB) [add $120] Intel® Core™ 2 Duo T9800 (2.93GHz, 6M L2 Cache, 1066MHz FSB) [add $350] well, u can buy a pretty good computer for about 600, but they sell from 400 to 1000+ it all depends on what you want to do with it and iff u have to replace the various parts and pieces believe me when i say to u today u will buy this computor at twice over price. This is the addons listed here. $752 dollars and absolutely no sense who wants to have a IntelCore 2 Duo T9800 for 350$ smackeroos. ? not who. Thats who. Digression is good for the Dell. Er wait i t hink i meant soul do androids have a soul??? please ??? someone HELP??????? i just need another $165.00 to buy an ACER notebook from Radio Shack. At a little over #300. $$$ and pences. I can read the notebook near the fences.&lt;br /&gt;Location: facebook g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4926297193741085698?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=992353&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='DellPartsPiecesStems A Paroday of Dell.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4926297193741085698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/08/dellpartspiecesstems-paroday-of-dell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4926297193741085698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4926297193741085698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/08/dellpartspiecesstems-paroday-of-dell.html' title='DellPartsPiecesStems A Paroday of Dell.'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_farmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2704801959787991014</id><published>2009-08-04T10:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:01:37.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>IvorYToweR</title><content type='html'>IvorYToweR &lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/?action=view¤t=fluffy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/fluffy.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An URBAN LEGEND CharlaX Myth to Myth Mega-Moguls slaves to empirecal tyrants trumped enslaved to offices and microwaveable Junk. She washed the poodle in the sink with IvorYToweR soap then placed him carefully in Microwave to fluff his fluffy tail. Bewail and Moan the thinking of the filthy richest poor man on the street affordable housing hears the Mega-Wildcat crying near the place he sleeps no pets allowed no living thing may stay with him but all around the wild animals ungovernable bear witness to the commonsense thinking of the homeless and the mouses. They would take the DOG away to pound him to oblivian, iff who befriends a house cat she would soon be meat for her larger couisine. But the worst horrendous twist of fate was that way the old woman sealed the poodles fate washing Fluffys tail with IvorYToweR soap then screaming fainting dead away when the microwave exploded sending chunky poodle flying all the pieces of that poodle landing sticking adhearing to the ceiling and the walls of IvorYToweR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2704801959787991014?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=991463&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='IvorYToweR'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2704801959787991014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/08/ivorytower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2704801959787991014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2704801959787991014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/08/ivorytower.html' title='IvorYToweR'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/th_fluffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-6825941150931872000</id><published>2009-07-27T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:14:06.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>Splashing Shadow</title><content type='html'>Splashing Shadow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=images8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/images8.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CarTruckMachine Turned Right near me. I thought the driver had tossed away a drink cup full of ice and water. The Shadow splashed as iff water left a cup and trailed out to the end of splashing stuff. But it was only a shadow  as the SUN sliced into that Vehicle. Splashing smashing to the ground and having fun while fooling i i went to check the pavement it was dry. TheSplashingShadow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-6825941150931872000?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=990082&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='Splashing Shadow'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6825941150931872000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/07/splashing-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6825941150931872000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/6825941150931872000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/07/splashing-shadow.html' title='Splashing Shadow'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_images8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-1503974148701907332</id><published>2009-07-21T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:16:56.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>HaveUaSeeSaw</title><content type='html'>HaveUaSeeSaw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/?action=view¤t=6160_123133624001_502834001_2908181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/6160_123133624001_502834001_2908181.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old Drunk standing on the sidewalk holding open courtyard waving here then there at everyone ignores him no one says the obvious just move along old man, no one seems to care. Someone finally gives to him a few dollars just enought to get him Drunken off he goes against the traffic holding Coat most likely stolen from the back of pick up truck, as they wave him out of one lane he steps aside avoiding death of dimwitted Drunk old man. Putting feet in front of him they do not make it off to the side he tries to go across the street but slides there back and forth relieved he finally makes it to the beer store. But the sober that i am just an old old man and homeless man I stopped in front of an Upper Room on Main Street with a real live Band, I stood beside the newspaper Stand not even there long enought to finish listen to one song, perhaps a minute but no longer OH Wrong. Someone stopped in a clear cold voice they cried out Do not stand there long. Just move along. Old man just go along. HaveUaASeeSaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-1503974148701907332?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=989149&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=310331hOGY02icZHQ.3103&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='HaveUaSeeSaw'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/1503974148701907332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/07/haveuaseesaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1503974148701907332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/1503974148701907332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/07/haveuaseesaw.html' title='HaveUaSeeSaw'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/th_6160_123133624001_502834001_2908181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-5251212992006989666</id><published>2009-07-13T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:59:18.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>Employmeant</title><content type='html'>Employmeant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=images7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/images7.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecomonics in every Geaneration there is Geaneralities speaking thusly "living on the street," they say is "Easy." GET A JOB. Keep your nose clean. Be Gay. Gofer. ? Go for ? or Go far. ? Dis they meant be happy? Who keeps his water in the places that he finds it on Easy Street. Another Constant is HighPockets. Never ever quite figured that one out who must be slow. Pockets was always low hung when they said that one. Walking down Street after Alley after Street only to have a man greeet who with "There is high pockets!" Who always hooks his thumbs in belt turns around to see who man  was talking at. So Who applied. Signed HICE on the application. Interview time. The man said "you loser". We will not hire you at this time but feel free. "Whay knot?" who says. "You signed this application wrong misspelled your namme you spelled Wise with a C," said the Prez. "You Idiot", who cried, "thats Hice not Wise "notwice" just ice with H on top. HICE. "TOO bad", the president sighed, " you should have said "MISTER" Obama not Prez." Now Who will not fill them "HighPockets" on Easy Street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-5251212992006989666?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=987838&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=310331hOGY02icZHQ.3103&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='Employmeant'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5251212992006989666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/07/employmeant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5251212992006989666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/5251212992006989666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/07/employmeant.html' title='Employmeant'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_images7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-3117063042921674341</id><published>2009-07-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:10:21.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>toosadtoowrite</title><content type='html'>toosadtoowrite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view¤t=images-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt="toosadtoowrite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry. Grrrrrrrrrr. HUrt. ahhhhhhhhh. SOrry. Explain. The document was nearly finished. Then the horror as it said error message YOU oh WHO are not connected to the intranet. Horror. Usually who can cope. Not today. The thing would not even open Documents again. The page was blank. ANd so who lost his work. That twold be so bad enought but then the mistaken that who is still thinks to fixe things with reports. When they refuse to listen to things broken when they do not care to write things down but merely nod as if its being taken care of and so who looked to see how the lieberrian handled this one and to his certain demise and dismal horror she turned and wagged her finger to her fellow worker as he listened to what she was embellishing into a certain lie he smiled and who has heard him clearly (who is he anyway) this is waht was said about me who is crinching who is stifled who is sorry now. Almost certainly nothing will be fixed the limits reached of taunts and subliminal haunts surppased in messages. Oh the horror of the fickle fingerer of fate. Perhaps the elves took the day off the techs are gone they have no one to play fixxer upper in Babylon. too harsh too many seeds the fillers popping no ones getting high on weeds. Today is over now toosadtoowrite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-3117063042921674341?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=986876&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=310331hOGY02icZHQ.3103&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='toosadtoowrite'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3117063042921674341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/07/toosadtoowrite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3117063042921674341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/3117063042921674341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/07/toosadtoowrite.html' title='toosadtoowrite'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4625599872728447696</id><published>2009-06-22T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:06:14.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>COldPucker</title><content type='html'>COldPucker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/?action=view¤t=new666.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/new666.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other reason because there is no rain falling now it has to be the cold it is the cold thats coming down from the mountain tops of Colorado. Too cause my belly to Pucker up to make my business in the early mourn turn into what I call a COldPucker and perhaps becuase of food stamps day I have been eating richer more Quality Can Food then I am single handly bulking scrounger found handily financing Albertsons Grocery complete. They tease me the checker girls so I gave it back them said be gentle I am virgin. NO she said but you AER brand new. I suppose I could be gratefull for just one month at a time of a total of three months allowed as eye search for the mandatory three jobs reference required to keep the food stamps coming to my mouth as eye work for food not money bad enought to eye think working for entitlement stinks of freebe smacks of something else perhaps what Cowboys call it Socialism Wealth. I will jump into the three hoops to extend the neck of eye in noose to hang self up on high in an attempt at poor more COldPucker outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4625599872728447696?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=984959&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='COldPucker'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4625599872728447696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/coldpucker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4625599872728447696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4625599872728447696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/coldpucker.html' title='COldPucker'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/MondaY/th_new666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-135267633285910011</id><published>2009-06-16T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:20:55.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>CharlaXEpicure</title><content type='html'>CharlaXEpicure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/?action=view¤t=images-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/images-12.jpg" border="0" alt="CharlaXEpicure"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee shirt babay he wore the thing inside out the tag was showing omg what nerve the crowd was booing he was still smiling not sure that it was him he was a tiger wannabee a golf fanatic lunatic showing up to tee off the ball was soaring fast and loose it wandered off the green he stopped at Tenish just for tea time was almost over when the ball went soaring over the amber grains of waves of the crowd beckoning he was so out of line with the hole and yet it sliced and when he putted all the ladies swounded mostly at the way his shorts rode up them iron gray legs and then back down them in the last and final hole they say his concentration got the beast of him he let go with an angry oath and tossed the clubs into the pond the bag and balls and all they floated and tried to stay that way and then they sank but he was already in the Mercedes watching Frank Gifford on TV and drinking Scotch on the Rocks in his long black limosine singing Dialing for Dollars is trying to find me as CharlaX penned this Epicure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-135267633285910011?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=984152&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='CharlaXEpicure'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/135267633285910011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/charlaxepicure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/135267633285910011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/135267633285910011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/charlaxepicure.html' title='CharlaXEpicure'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/th_images-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-590658443071486324</id><published>2009-06-12T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:28:33.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>DeerDay</title><content type='html'>DeerDay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/FrYdaY/?action=view¤t=images.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/FrYdaY/images.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was HUGE Elk sized no Rack of Antlers on this Doe she went straight up on inclimb leaving Fawns triplets behind one was skittish but two of them accepted eye after all a Darkstone Android is near a human form. Eye did not tempt the LORD by reaching out to them to try to touch them but left them there a permanent photograph imbedded in mye eye computor memory of love. There was three of them Fawns one of them was gamboling two were staid the Mother gone; eye believe she was distractioing Hunter from his game from her Brood hoping eye would follow her and leave her Bambies all alone like a Birdy will do still sometimes does to keep egg safe in nest to keep man away from nest by fluttering her wings away and acting lame. Eye almost wept at seeing this this random act of love on DeerDay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-590658443071486324?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=983556&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;password=310331hOGY02icZHQ.3103&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='DeerDay'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/590658443071486324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/deerday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/590658443071486324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/590658443071486324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/deerday.html' title='DeerDay'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa240/Junelax/FrYdaY/th_images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8661074070352694012</id><published>2009-06-05T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:18:38.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>FantaledShrimpe</title><content type='html'>FantaledShrimpe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/?action=view¤t=145_peacocktailAA.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/145_peacocktailAA.gif" border="0" alt="FS"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were slow the act was nice but they were slow the drinks were melting the ice before the patrons reordered some. The place was dead the sex was pantomimed. The director decided to try some old Burlesque routines they had nothing left to lose. Three girls naked from the top kissing each other not able to stop while wiggling there fantails up an down an up and down they hoped it would bring down the house an it almost succeeded but for the small drunk in the middle row JOE he smiled at the half naked ladies but he wanted to get in on the act. He waddled to the stage and chased the girls around trying to actually get a kiss at his age it was all he could hope for. They did not laugh no snicker no crack a half facebook smile they dickered quickly for rights to which one would kick him off that stage and the red headed long winded girl won. He tried to rally his attack and came back to the edge of the orchestrated pitt she turned her back and hit him with her fantail shrimpe fell headlong into the place where they were playing musick there. Oh WELL now that IS a deep subject. Playing now at every bar and grill in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8661074070352694012?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=982569&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='FantaledShrimpe'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8661074070352694012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/fantaledshrimpe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8661074070352694012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8661074070352694012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/fantaledshrimpe.html' title='FantaledShrimpe'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/FrYdaY/th_145_peacocktailAA.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-7366222889005151733</id><published>2009-06-02T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:37:59.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfrtizer'/><title type='text'>VeryNiceDayEwe</title><content type='html'>VeryNiceDayEwe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/?action=view¤t=images-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/images-11.jpg" border="0" alt="VeryNiceDayEwe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have eye been telling ewe that a few minutes with ewe a day is better then a whole day in a hen house wolfish eye am mye heart is blessed with true love there is no longer any doubts the love eye feel when otherwise eye feel life, the love ewe fill mye heart until eye can no longer tell when eye leave off and ewe dew start the blinding nagging doubts aer gone when days turn into months then into years when fighting turns to tears then tears dry up and smile comes at just one word from ewe of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-7366222889005151733?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=982181&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='VeryNiceDayEwe'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/7366222889005151733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/verynicedayewe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7366222889005151733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/7366222889005151733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/06/verynicedayewe.html' title='VeryNiceDayEwe'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Tuesday/th_images-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-2159294872557694436</id><published>2009-05-28T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:36:44.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>एए किल्लेद Cortez</title><content type='html'>Eye Killed Cortez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=mail-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/mail-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Eye Killed Cortez"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye pulled the trigger left him dead in the ground outside of town lays Cortez he is dead there was no doubt that he is gone never getting out not waiting for a day to come to kill me with his gun but he is six feet down mired in mirasses letting people live and all alone eye fought with him the bully is now home. He was one tough hombre all dressed in black with two golden horns he was eating knoeledge with his two six guns. The marshals badge from Arizona is still pinned to mye backpack eye had to kill Cortez to get Durango back online the internet is better bio large not small the moral of this story is do not kill the mental processes of us all in this country freedom rules the rights of all the men even in Durango eye found freedom once again but there is only dust where Cortez used to walk the end of man is death and his gravestone is there near the wall at the back of the cemetary lawn on Highway 64.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-2159294872557694436?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=981450&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='एए किल्लेद Cortez'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2159294872557694436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/05/cortez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2159294872557694436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/2159294872557694436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/05/cortez.html' title='एए किल्लेद Cortez'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_mail-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8367645051304737971</id><published>2009-05-09T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:56:01.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>HappySAD</title><content type='html'>HappySAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=cooltext421818838.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/cooltext421818838.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/?action=view¤t=images-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/images-5.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy. When eye am Happy do not bring to my depression crying wailing sirens of import. When eye am SAD add no hurry to my port of filthy contemplation lost imagining sunken thoughts. SAD. When eye am sad do not remove from me depression my crying wailing sirens of import. When eye am happy add no sadness to this my better contemplation lost imagining in happy thoughts. But just imagine that eye am both these things at rest or worth a bit of both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8367645051304737971?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=978092&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='HappySAD'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8367645051304737971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/05/happysad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8367645051304737971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8367645051304737971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/05/happysad.html' title='HappySAD'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Saturday/th_cooltext421818838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-9147345148224741329</id><published>2009-05-07T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:24:29.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>CongomartTtitles</title><content type='html'>CongomartTtitles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=cooltext421605192.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/cooltext421605192.png" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/?action=view¤t=CongomartTtiles.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/CongomartTtiles.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conglomerations flourish in the new internet age millennium. CharlaX studies some new age cotillions. There is about seven of them ewe. Filtered out of all the bullions. FrenchmoN Cotillion Rothfeller Jacques Coostow makes Nuclear Submarine Gromments. Sails sewed in the afterbirth of day time Comments see the sous FrenchmoN AmericaneyE Clyde Wheelbarrow takes a chocolate ice cream cone from the totalitarian stranger drips it all over his solid white uniform what a cold flavor pennies from Heaven AmericaneyE MexicallA Ferdinand Burritoenalli asked for Net Worth he proclaims his figures of self worth as pesos giving birth to dollars MexicallA EnglishmanoR Starchershirter Lightfoot two pence added twice is two pence over ice is only water added pounds to nice ask the EnglishmanoR AfricannS LeRoy Brownlifter Gold coins needs to have a few forlornsome dollars more to spend on self is Jesus there in AfricannS ChinesE NOtickeeNOwasheE yearns for yen the laundry soaping the whole western world will yearn for yen in ChinesE ThailandesE Tiestickseedstems hit me with them baht (THB)s Thai landerson of drug use in ThailandesE FAMEACT NEARSEE is the artiste namme of unknown international fame just another of the many famous CongomartTtitles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-9147345148224741329?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=977800&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='CongomartTtitles'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/9147345148224741329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/05/congomartttitles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/9147345148224741329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/9147345148224741329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/05/congomartttitles.html' title='CongomartTtitles'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/Thursday/th_cooltext421605192.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-8464376087934721014</id><published>2009-05-04T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:25:10.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>AldebronFour</title><content type='html'>AldebronFour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view¤t=cooltext421220323.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/cooltext421220323.png" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VeggieWorld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/?action=view¤t=thumbnail8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/thumbnail8.jpg" border="0" alt="ewe.ici"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet evolves around the Moons backwards to the otherway most Solar System functions smooth. Rice is stapling the planet in placed there by the Rice veggie farmers. The ruling elite all eat meat. The rice is fare for farmers there the rice would never sustain them in a crisis from Jesus. The other world way to say this is a Jesus crisis come to the planet would hurt the farmers not atoll for they are on the island. A Jesus crisis on the planet would deplete the hierarchy population one   by dinosaur one by dying one an abrasive society of ruling masses. When the port closes all are dead only the farmers on the island stay alive. Sustained on rice they thrive. The powered houses of the rulers still float near the island no one stares at anything but stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-8464376087934721014?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=977123&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='AldebronFour'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8464376087934721014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/05/aldebronfour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8464376087934721014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/8464376087934721014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/05/aldebronfour.html' title='AldebronFour'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051833038867756686.post-4973717424900111028</id><published>2009-04-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:23:59.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whirlyfritzer'/><title type='text'>ABC CharlaX P</title><content type='html'>ABC CharlaX P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/?action=view¤t=cooltext420690962.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/cooltext420690962.png" border="0" alt="ABC CharlaX P"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/?action=view¤t=thumbnail2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/thumbnail2.jpg" border="0" alt="ABC CharlaX P"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ABC poem has 5 lines that create a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses - and the first word of each line is in alphabetical order from the first word. Line 5 is one sentence, beginning with any letter.&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for a receiving of one line&lt;br /&gt;Becoming the blessing two lines&lt;br /&gt;Controlling the amounting three lines&lt;br /&gt;Detracting the controlling four lines&lt;br /&gt;Five lines is ABC finishing&lt;br /&gt;For a first attempt ewe at this Poetry Forming Formatting by ABC maker CharlaXing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4051833038867756686-4973717424900111028?l=whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=976365&amp;sitename=charlax7&amp;poemoffset=0&amp;displaypoem=t&amp;item=poetry' title='ABC CharlaX P'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/feeds/4973717424900111028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/04/abc-charlax-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4973717424900111028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051833038867756686/posts/default/4973717424900111028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whirlyfritzer.blogspot.com/2009/04/abc-charlax-p.html' title='ABC CharlaX P'/><author><name>CHARLAX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899004729115059825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4-zKJvags/TmYz2IQOLTI/AAAAAAAAA10/dpUI-fqSgrM/s220/Draggonflies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc48/charlaxici/WEDNESDAYewe/th_cooltext420690962.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
