Shed of a Shedman

But for the witch thing.

As a product I was bought for stud.
The stable was clean.
I got to eat okay.
Sometimes I was happy at work.

These days it is the same but different.
Few want to buy me for I am selling all
That is me gone and going in circles.
Mostly it is just stories.

There was the “Spiral Road”. God they fed him
slivers of Glass in his food!
Spiraling up or down and around the room.

There is a pyramid? The Mayans did human

I’d rather not be so civilized. There was
art and an alter. They shoved nicotine water up their butts.
It had infrastructure.
They grew corn.

As a farmer in a petting zoo
It was an entertainment.
I grew a pot plant on the fire escape.
The neighborhood cop told me I probably
ought to move it.

There are finite number of telephones.
I want to give all my friends two way
radios. Two Say Radios!

Once I thought everything was about Communications.
Community comes from the communications.
It is too simple to talk about.

We must have learned to talk from birds.
It is my theory.
I am trying to make a simple and primitive Telephone.

I heard yesterday or the day before that the patent
for the telephone
was the most valuable patent of all time.

My life is not some movie.
All my inventions are just do overs.

The most grand thing with a flag,
Is a do over.

There you go, my new poem of the day. I once said I write a good one once a year apparently. I wonder what one thing I might remember myself for. I prevented Apocalyptic Riot and put the outer space people on the 3D Space TV.

I did it with the flag and the airplanes and the electric scooter. Renting out a Tesla from Horace Williams would be renting out a Learjet like as I am told they feel faster better than that punch off the ground not the ground.

I’d have to buy a Tesla to rent out as a rental car. I think the fleet price is 175,000 now for one of these things. Just an idea communicated and gone on by. I’d have better things like land to buy I think, maybe, or course the land is owned by the people. The whole world is being bought up. The people with the deeds to Ireland fucked them over.

Any people with the most power and money just get the deeds, and Haiti has a thing there. So goes Haiti, so goes the West in my mind. What did Haiti have that Napoleon had to have but the same thing the English had to have that made the Americans want to kill them.

Well they took power over their own lives so Napoleon sold Louisiana. All that land measured against what Napoleon and France wanted for which they stripped legally the winners of anything won that wasn’t nailed down, or but then got all the trees for sailing ships the English liked to capture.
Land, power, not thinking much well that Napoleon.
So Yair to the power mad that somehow just seem to lose it for their people. Germany comes on the scene and what but the have to do but start wars till it got 50 years without one out of them, and there was a celebration of that, period.

The birds talk about more than food and fucking. I am sure of it.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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