Hey guess what.  I got no problem with that snake I got rid of and it did NOT have two heads, but I do have a problem with those who betray their oaths to their county only because they are whipped into shape.  Can you say "puppet".   What was posted above is now gone.  I'll tell you this though.  The buffalo know - they were slaughtered for no reason and all the carcasses were just left out there to decay in the wind.  Wonder what Teddy Roosevelt thought about that?  I don't know, but I think I have a good idea.  But just now the hyprocisy has driven me close to insanity but I'll bounce out of it because I know my Lord and my Lord knows me.  To clarify, my Lord knows more than I could ever say and how could I say it after I was dead.  Know what I'm getting at here.  My Lord knows about my love and my faith and my diligence and I believe my Lord loves me.  I love my LORD with all my heart and all my brain and my soul.  I've got nothing but Love for my Lord and I think my Lord must know this, but it is a matter of faith.  Regardless, it makes no matter if the puppets remain clueless, so all I'm trying to do is honor my Lord and be thankful to my Lord for the chance that was provided for me to live and for that I'm thankful.  Have I made myself clear.  Psycopaths - there is still a way out of this maze but at this time it is up to you to choose.  As for me I have faith in my Lord and I believe my Lord will watch over my family and keep them safe and for this I will gladly offer myself up to torture and pain at the hand of those who ultimately will be destined to hellfire and torment --- all the while I will be relishing the time when I am close to my Lord.  Think about it and remember we are all destined to be petroleum in the ground.  The future could be so much better and I have a vison for that, but it ain't up to me.  It is up to my Lord.   After you are no longer a puppet, well then you must be a puppy or a baby or a newborn goat for that matter.  You just cut away from puppethood and that is a good thing.  So now you are no longer imaginary.  I said I was from Buffalo, NY didn't I?  There is nothing else and nowhere else in the world like that fine city off the coast of Lake Erie.  Ken   Feb 5 20 - a hard rain is coming to my town.  Now the outline below, I know you won't believe, comes from a file of mine dated July 31, 2005.  It seems prescient to me, but what do I know.......by the way, the Ryder truck driver that tried to kill me today.......well, I think he is dead now.  He is to me.    Symbiotic, by Kenneth J. Hausle (Symbiotic)     Prologue -- Already written ..2520...10:49 pm...most of the story resides here....it is written in hand.  Hand written.  I made images of the pages, but that is the only way it will ever be published.  Most of the story resides on those pages.  Come to my place as an invited guest and I will show you if you ask with reverence....because those pages contain a big part of my heart.  BUT, my heart left that place a long time ago, and my new heart was reborn.  I can prove it because I have two daughters who are the sunshine of my life, and I have my light, she is my wife.  PART I – The Plan   Chapter 1 - The Lab This chapter will begin the introduction of the antagonist forces that will come to focus their attention on Ben and Lisa.  A ringleader of these forces will be the authority at a top tier state-of-the art government biological lab.  The final step in the labs purpose will have just been completed.  Workers at the lab have no idea of this purpose -- except for one unfortunate individual.   The ringleader will terminate her, and an image of the sinister nature of the antagonist forces will be revealed.   Chapter 2 - The Fraternity This chapter will address the following: Origin of the antagonist fraternity; Summary of beliefs including key belief that others must believe the same; and Method for implementing key belief.  (Note:  This method is carried out with the presumption that the key belief will spread in a self-fulfilling way). The purpose of the chapter is to enable a better understanding and awareness of the Fraternity’s organization.   Chapter 3 - The Connection This chapter will bring Ben back into the story.  It will establish Ben’s connection to the Lab.  Ben will be attending a funeral of an older friend who used to work at the lab, but had retired several years prior.  Ben is a consultant who was originally hired by this friend and had continued to work on and off with the lab even after his friend retired. Right now he is in the middle of a project.  During this funeral, the surprising “suicide” of the unfortunate women at the lab (Ch. 1) will come up.  A few days later Ben will be on-site working on his project, and the circumstances of the suicide including the belief of many that it was not accidental will again come up in the discussion.  Ben will simply listen.   Chapter 4 - The Decision This chapter will connect the following dots: Furtherance of antagonist belief system into the modern age; The other ringleaders (there will only be a few – in addition to the lab authority, the other ringleaders will be one “political” individual and one “fundamental religious” individual); The point that has been reached; The Fraternity’s decision to act decisively; Fraternity’s justification (rationalization) for this decision.   Chapter 5 - The Plan The “Plan” will involve the following steps. OK, tis 2820 2:47 pm EST, hold onto your hats figuratively - remember this outline was from an earlier time in the author's life, and so now in a sort of "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood..."way".." I'm gonna try something new - not sure where this will go. Protect “The Selected” (as chosen by the ringleaders); Nay, lets say instead:  Protect "The Peasants" from the predators.  Protect the puppets from the "Dominators" Release “The Contaminant Organism" it is harmless actually - all it does is make you think;   Organize and Facilitate Systematic “Clean Up”; Establish Authority Nay, lets say instead:  Establish something better  Commence the New Order (only general information will be provided) OK, that is the first major edit (2820 - Chapter 5 - The Plan): Let me tell you this story will be evolving in real time - it never stays static - it is always in flux - as long as I'm around.  You may sense a theme in these initial "blue" edits above - it may not be a "once upon a time", but rather proactively fending off what seems otherwise inevitable.  It is good to dream, but not all dreams come true.  But, one dream leads to another and I declare no harm.  This site is not for puppets but it is basically harmless.  Hey, please don't try to answer this if you are a puppet, but what you think could be better than that?  I know one that is and if the conversation keeps getting better, then I'll tell - in reality, I already have and that is the beauty of it!  But, lately it has occurred to me that sometime it is better to be a bit less metaphorical in my speech......it just I love the metaphor....I love the double meaning.....it means you have to think deeper to get to the bottom of the rabbit hole.  Chapter 6 – Protect the Selected OK, it is still 2820, now 4:46 pm EST, and I'm going to continue with the edit of this outline - in blue. This chapter will describe those whom the Fraternity ringleaders have chosen to protect and the means for achieving this.  Get rid of term "ringleader".  Those to be “saved” will reside primarily in North America, Europe, and Australia in that order, and to a lesser extent India and Asia.  Delete this whole sentance.  Their total numbers will be approximately 30 million (this is a stupid number - nullify it and replace with:  one much bigger or just acknowledge the uncertainty with honesty).  Protection will be in the form of an antidote to be distributed from believing churches predominantly of fundamental Christian faith. Delete this whole sentance.  Leaders of each of the churches will give the antidote to selected families during a special Good Friday meal.  Delete this whole sentance.  The antidote will be contained in “fruit juice” to be consumed at a ceremonial point during the meal.  The juice will be manufactured at the Lab.  The juice will contain genetic code that blocks activation of the contaminant.  Delete the last three sentances and replace with a single one that is better....something like this:  Protection is offered for ALL - not all will accept - they are the "unselected ones".  I plan on flushing out Part II in more detail - it may not all be published here.  As for the prelude, I plan on sharing it with those whom I love.  OK, I have a serious poker game to go to tonight and it will include a special chip and a silver coin!  Peace to ALL.  Ken Part II – The Seed   Chapter 1 – Exposure The first step of the plan is the release of the “contaminant instrument” to the environment so that the unsuspecting populace will be exposed sense it.   The contaminant It is airborne in nature, fast-acting and lethally efficient in design.  It is essentially a new type of “organism” ostensibly created for military purposes.  Upon absorption into the lungs, the contaminate it is released from a thin protective coating and rapidly absorbed into the bloodstream where it is capable of passing through cell walls that it contacts.  Once inside the cell it is activated by a normal enzymatic mechanism associated with cellular energy., but then distorts the purpose of the mechanism in that all After being absorbed, resources of the cell focus on replication of the instrument contaminant.  These cells Ideas suddenly burst out and release additional instrument(s) for consideration.  contaminant into the body and the process repeats itself until the contaminated victim essentially turns to “moosh”.  Death typically occurs within 12 hours.  Any contaminant attacking lung cells is discharged as the victim exhales, and typically the victim exhales 100 times more contaminant than originally exposed too.  This results in rapid spread of the contaminate.  Exposure throughout the world is performed unknowingly by a combination of military aircraft and hired ground mercenaries.  Some wonder whether it is only imagination.  Others have a good laugh.  Both assessments are fair and nobody gets hurt.  Harmless basically but worthwhile if it makes you think.  Once the instrument is released then it is like an idea:  Once its out, its out.  Its an idea for heaven's sake.   Chapter 2 – Death Today, February 11, 2020, I killed an annoying fly that kept flying onto my monitor.  But I was smart about it.  Instead of trying to swat it and maybe hurt myself over a misbegotten fly, I just got some "Ammonia Free Glass Plus" and I sprayed the bastard while it was on the edge of my monitor.  It fell down and presumably was dead quickly and painlessly I suppose, but the main thing is that that bug wasn't going to bug me any more.  Anyhow, what the hell is a fly doing flying around in February in Shallotte, which is in the northern hemisphere you know?  The weather has been crazy and this has got to stop.  Enough is enough is what I think and that fly deserved what it got.  It is my house after all.    Chapter 3 – Resistance (21220 - 5:50 am) There were some old farts, in fact many of them, whose minds remained fixated upon WAR.  It was all they knew, or at least, all they thought there was.  Ben knew better.  (The story continues.....   So this is a scary story but somebody has to tell it and the somebody is me.  My name is Ben.  So where to start?  I honestly do not know, so this is what comes to mind.    Yesterday (or maybe the day before) I saw this sugar daddy driving into the neighborhood and I wasn't surprised as to which driveway he pulled into.  For the fun of it I took some pictures of his vehicle and if you want them get in touch with me in a kind, non-hostile way.  Maybe I will respond, but probably not.  Anyhow, this sugar daddy in his scary black vehicle with oddly colored tires meant to be intimidating pulled up with confidence.  His hair was full and shiny white - he was probably about 60 years old.  His demeaner was not to be trifled with.  He was a "f***er" (lets call it an "effer") through and through and I'm pretty sure he effed her many times and she screamed with pleasure.  Then he set her up in a nice place where whenever he wanted he could come and have a good F.  Problem is these effings resulted in some progeny and the momma doesn't seem to really care about those kids - I can prove it but I don't want to talk about that experience again because I don't like to remember times when innocence comes too close to death.  Lucky for that innocence I was nearby at the time when the car almost squashed a little two and half year old full of love and joy (no wonder the child has a free-loving fine momma).  On a dime I had to stop talking to the others who were nearby and run in front of the fast moving vehicle that was about to run over innocence going downhill on the pavement after the baby's mommy let the kid free fall.  I know this because I saw her choose with indiffernce to let the baby on a tricylce get pulled by gravity down a fairly steep hill with a curve ahead.  We knew the kid would fall and sure enough the kid did and that could have been the end of it if not for the car coming from the other direction just after the kid fell in the middle of the road.  Man, let me tell you, that is contrary to my way of thinking, but I think this sort of thing happens when there are effers like this cocky white haired dude about - who think they can eff everything up.  I'm sick of it.  If this dude shows up in my neighborhood again he better be ready for some confrontation.    Again, my name is Ben and the confrontation will occur because I'm just trying to learn what the hell would make a momma let her baby free fall.  So, I might decide I don't mind the cocky bastard, but just now, I'm thinking he is probably the cause of this unfortunate situation and I'm gonna make it my business because I live in the neighborhood along with my other neighbors and none of us want suffering of innocence.    21320 is the date.  Whew, Ben thought - glad I got that off my chest.  Here is what is important just now.  Have you ever considered badgers?  I mean how did the groundhog replace the badger in PA when it came to predicting Spring?  How did this happen Ben wondered.  The badger is irreplaceable, and that is why the groundhog is so inaccurate.  Phil doesn't want to be picking a scroll and nobody understands the "groundhog language", so all them Grand Poobas must know, they are just playing a game for fun.  I have no problem with that - I love games and play most of them.  But please, don't try to replace a badger with a groundhog.  Badgers are needed:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Badger Ben thought a bit more and he thought to hisself, I'm gonna talk with my love Lisa and we will figure something out.  We choose to refuse, Lisa and I.  Stuck in the middle.  Well, resistance from the middle is almost unstoppable.  Resistance from the middle is undeniable.  Resistance from the fringes is temporary and gets no resonance, but resistance from the middle rings true to most neighbors and then it grows.  Let the resistance grow is what Ben thought, and then he told Lisa.  Lisa was the love of Ben's life and he would gladly bleed for her.  Bleed to death if need be.  But the blood would just flow into the ground and then Ben would be dead after which what lesson would be learned?  Lisa said to Ben - Ben, where you been that has made you so?  Why do you behave as such?  Can't you calm down.  Ben thought to himself, she don't know nothing about suffering like I do.  Ben said to her:  I refuse.  I won't be left behind.....Lisa got flustered; she stamped and stomped and fussed (Just a little edit here on the FINE day of 22020) and slapped the wall in exasperation and looked so cute to Ben.  She was a fine women if there ever was one, and Ben decided it was time for something better for both of them.  Ben loved Lisa with all of his being.   Let the resistance begin!      Chapter 4 – Symbiosis 22120 Ben looked at his new phone.  He was starting from scratch, but he knew how to do this - he'd done it a bunch of times already.  Somehow though Ben sensed that this time was going to be different.  This time he had planned in advance - big time planning because serious business demands this.   Ben called Lisa and left a message.  The story continues........   Here was the conversation that occurred later:  Ben texting Lisa rapidly: "Come on honey you got a learn to text a little faster or if you're driving you shouldn't text at all so I hope you're not driving just now because that is risky and I believe it is against the law.  You must be a rule breaker".....  Later Ben inquired:  "What are you doing"..."You in the car"...."If so you're driving"...."But I'm guessing you're not in the car yet".... Ben was correct.  Later he said:  "Better for me, better for you, and most importantly better for us...".   Lastly, he replied:  "Y".  Ben was no dummy, nor a puppet - he was his own man and he was fixing to start a new job - serious business bout to start he imagined.  Sometimes it is hard to part ways, but when the writing is on the wall, and all the pictures have been taken down, good leaders already departed, and surveys ignored; well, some things are obvious and it was obvious to Ben that there was no reason for him to stick around all of the dysfunctional hysteria all because of mammon.  It was time to move on and Ben did not plan on being alone.       Let the Symbiosis begin!           Chapter 5 – Awareness So Ben thought to himself, this new phone is cool and the processor is quicker, which I appreciate, but I didn't really want a new phone and I knew there would be headaches when I switched "plans".  The headaches have mainly been for my loved ones, and I'm none too happy about it, but it comes as no surprise.  Objectionable entities all around it seems.  Regardless, Ben thought it will work itself out.  What is the rush.  But he fretted over the seeming fact that his loved ones seemed addicted to their phones.  He told his anxious daughter - to paraphrase here: Buy your own if you want unfettered service, but don't gripe to me ye entitled one.  It will work itself out and this is not my problem to solve.  Get your own phone with your own plan with your own money if you must, and don't gripe to me about something that ain't my problem. Ben thought this as well - why are there so many "updates"?  Why is everything in such an exaggerated state of flux - most of it is so wasteful and useless and actually often causes harm, and I suppose it keeps some busy, but Ben thought that there were better things to be working on and constantly changing the operating system seems unhealthy.  This is what he thunk, but he could be wrong.  Makes no difference really (maybe) - it is just indicative or symptomatic if you please.  The world has gone crazy, but not Lisa and me.  We will hold it together for our own sakes.  We love each other after all - that matters more than just about anything else. The story continues, but it will be a later date ---- possibly much later.  Ken Hausle (I'm the author and the editor on this site - Sole proprietor you could say and so why don't you say it!)  oh boy.....it is 22320.....here goes  Ben sensed the room. It was warm, with a soft floor, and dark except for a light coming from an opening directly ahead. He was lying on the floor and apparently had been asleep, or perhaps knocked unconscious. He was feeling a bit groggy. Still, his natural instinct was to “shake-out-of-it”, get on his feet, and try to head forward. Part of him wondered where he was and how he got here, but this was outweighed, by a greater desire to get out. Except for his thoughts he thought he had nothing. He headed to the opening, and then remembers no more…..   Ben’s eyes opened, and he realized he was somewhere else. At least somewhere different from what he last remembered. It was a city street. Not one he recognized, but he knew what a street was and understood that he was now outside. Well that’s what he wanted. He was naked. A blanket was nearby, perhaps left by a street person, and Ben grabbed it. He wrapped himself up and then…    Tis 22420 - Chapter 5 Continues:   Well, I was just born Ben thought.  Born or re-born I suppose, but you can only be born once; how many times can you be re-born?  That is a fair question.  Regardless, Ben was on a street and it was time for him to make a choice. I need to find Lisa.  There is nobody here I can ask for help because there is nobody here on this lonely street.  Well I suppose it just doesn't make a difference which direction I head cause I have no idea where I am, eventually though I will get to something and then I will either push ahead or turn back.  Either that or I'll be dead.   Ben was AWARE!    Chapter 6 – The Seed It is the morning of February 25, 2020 - 22520 7:19 am - Author speaking here - "I need to think for some time on how to do this - it won't be on 'the fly' - I need some time to think".    31520 - So here is one thing I think.  If in the US, we had made testing preparations out of prudent judiciousness based on previous lessons that should have been learned, then the uncertainty we are now in the midst of would have been so much less.  With less uncertainty better decisions can be made.  None of this is rocket science.  It is basic common sense.  Sadly, there is a great lack of both prudence and judiciousness in the country I live.  The potential for HARD lessons increases daily is how it seems to me and I'm not a fan of the hard lessons after going through the school of hard knocks myself.  There is a better way, but it requires comprehension of commonweal - that is lacking amonst the so-called self-professed "elite".  Hard lessons coming for them especially is how it seems to me, but just ignore me please - I'm a peasant.    32120 - I think this as well and I think this is more important.  What we are experiencing presently is mainly a "virus of fear" - so susceptible to this we are today.  Here are two of the main causes:  1.  Fiscal schemery.  2. Medicine for profit, the whole profit, and nothing but profit.  Have we lost our way?      The SEED was planted and it has Sprung      - it happened many days ago in the minds of many, SO:     A Time of Transition is Upon US      32920 - Ben knew as the seed(s) grew, things would CHANGE for everyone - Ben held Lisa tight.  "Love you honey".    The story continues.......

Just a little "clean up" before the S hits the fan.  March 1, 2020 - 6:59 pm est.     OK, look out below because it is 22020 (a GREAT day for me), and I referred to this earlier today if you read down. So, without any edits nor any attempts to bring back the old formatting, here it is:  Oh yeah, it is 1:31 pm EST.   OK, I thought a new site was on the way, but now I'm not sure: It was going to be called something like "smits it" about a fellow named "t-schmitt" who had an it.  t-schmitt is a boy with an it in a mit. It seemed fit in the mit for tschmitt. t-schmitt thought his it was the only it, but alas, there were other its in mits, not just t-schmitt's.  Even so, while sitting below, t-schmitt sowed this idea: my it is it. The only it. It must be, says my it to me.  This was not a good idea, but t-schmitt was not inwit, so he did not know. Poor t-schmitt he would remain sitting below.......... one day, t-schmitt said to his it, lets go "school" the"rest of em" about ya (he, he, he)....how great you are because you are the only it and your mine..... Out t-schmitt went, out and about -- spreading his it that he "found" in his mit...... Here's the thing though, no one could get it,  no one could get t-schmitt's it. t-schmitt was fit to have a fit about no one getting his it - it was so obvious to t-schmitt --  that his it was it and they should admit to it. It was obvious, why were the rest unable, t-schmitt fussed & fumed. But here is the thing:  t-schmitt didn't get it, no-one, no-body, not even nothing, not even his own it could sense his it the same way as he sensed it.  Well, maybe his it was imaginary, or at least, it was in his imagination. How could anyone else sense the same it? It can't be done can it..... (wait....unless we could get in schmitt's head.... nah, even if we could, it would just seem like wood). Poor tschmitt he is so attached to his it, but it's OK, t-schmitt. You will learn - one way or the other.  And so ends the saga of t-schmitt, but let me leave you with this final tid bit: So many its all about, round & round, up & down, inside out, left n right, in the mit, fit to wit.  So many its - its just awesome. I got some its in my mit, don't we all.... i kind of wanta share em, but i don't wanta force em, so i ain't gonna.... cause then, i'd have to take out some of my own its...... and that aint in-wit. Plus i don't want to be a hermit although i do demand my privacy. Don't you?  Lets all just be inwit for the sake of us all ----- sapian sapien, oh homo sapien.....      Puppets beware.   You think you are going to put me to the test? I’ll put you to the test. You think you are going to get your hook in me? I’ll put my hook into you – deeper too! Any more questions? Please don’t f*** with me…. I wasn’t effing with you was I? Just mind your own business will you and then I’ll mind mine.   Peace is easy and this poem would benefit from a different format and that will happen soon enough. Just now, I finally have some space to think. Still a headache is one thing - an assassination this day and age is a whole different thing.  I want to get me a Persian carpet and I think that is gonna happen and I already know where I will lay it.  I could say more and part of me wants to because I've got some rage in me, but I'll keep it in for now.   Storms end and storms start.  Lately seems as if there have been more storms. (More on this topic later - but very few could have an inkling as to what I will say - some might though). Oh yeah....just killed a bug on my monitor.  Stupid bug.   Be aware - there are spirits about.....most are harmless, but some are not.  Sometimes I let them "flow through me" - other times I "hold them in" and let them release their energy.  This is not easy and requires that you hold onto your good intent because that is the only way you can boot them out when their time is up.  I won't be letting any spirits in my house today besides the ones who are here all the time since I beckoned to them so many years ago during a moment of turmoil. I beckoned to them to watch over my home so that I could help carry out their will, and I believe they heard my call.  They had suffered so and I reverently offered repose.  I feel safe with them here and I thank them.  I think the times are fixing to get better - slowly but surely and one can pray, as I do, for an end to consciously inflicted suffering upon innocence that has been our "history" for way too many generations.  We remain at the crossroads but I sense movement towards the path of peace.  We need it.  It is a mutual thing - beneficial for all.  Sadly, a few who continue to cause suffering of innocence seem unable, or unwilling, or afraid to recognize this - they don't want things to change.  Perhaps they can learn, but if not, let there be justice and let it be swift.   RAGE RELEASED!!!!!!!!!  A new poem for the sake of rage released.   ******************   Let the rain fall....endlessly...off the cliff A waterfall.   Let the water flow - seemlessly. Let it flow.   Let the pain commence. Feel it - painlessly - it will be QUICK   Feel the pain Feel the rain The water flows   Justified Retribution is on the way.   Count on it.    ******************   The best part of my imaginary outline over there... at least it is the best part for me. (I might change my mind though).   OK, the best part at this current time of the imaginary outline over there, at least in my mind, is that I have no idea what the hell I was even talking about. I mean I wrote that stuff at least 15 years ago or thereabouts.  Do you remember everything you have said in the past 15 years.  Well,  you might as well figure that nowadays it is all being recorded.   I told a good new friend of my mine that sometimes just for the hell of it I speak out some bat shit crazy stuff in the hopes that somebody is listening.  Sometimes though this has not gone well for me.  Consider the time not too long ago that I got sent away by a goofy magistrate.  I bet she was a Millenial. She sure acted like one.   But I said as I was being drive away in the official vehicle - how can NC's represenatives in the US house be so imbalanced?  The numbers just don't add up and so it is obvious.  It is nefarious.    *    Oooh.....this is crazy.  There is obviously some "self-editing" going on here, OR somebody thinks they know better.  I'm thinking the latter.  I've got no problem unless you are infringing - and that is a delicate balance, so best to put it all out in the open.  On the Table so to speak.  Don't be acting up in the background in a way that affects me directly because my Lord already directed me to respond accordingly and I have faith.  Seems close to me just now....who knows?  If you know who, then send me a letter.  Make it sweet and inviting and something that I would choose to open.  Bring it to the table if you are invited, BUT, and this is big, if you are not invited, then LEAVE ME ALONE - no harm in that. if you come uninvited especiallly to my home, then be prepared for justified retribution.  It will happen quickly.  Assuming that is....you come with bad intent, but me ask - why?  Why would you want to do that?  Perhaps it could be that some time in front of the mirror would do you some good.  Be honest to yourself if not anybody else and don't be a puppet.   (I'm done editing....I'll come back if I can and make some more edits later....plus, you wouldn't believe the content I have at my disposal.....lots of good stuff. - not kidding around).    ***********************&*************************&*****   It is February 8, 2020 - that bad storm ("wicked") has passed by.  I had a feeling that was gonna be a strong one.  Now here is another poem from 11 and half years ago:   Sunday, August 10, 2008 Dreaming about Sadness and Peace Sometimes there is a sadness that comes from that which seems beyond reach... Sadness that comes from that which is left behind... Sadness when passion has no compassion... Sadness when learning seems so remote... Sadness from history repeating so -- Causing destruction of beauty and joy. Beauty unrealized is such a loss.  Life destroyed for what?  Profit?  Ego?  I just don't know. I feel so sad sometimes. Why when there is plenty to go around, do these petty, ego-based struggles continue? Can there not be collective learning?  I think there can. Must suffering of innocence be perpetuated forever?  I think not. Can you feel the reckoning coming?  I sense it. Have you sensed "heaven on earth"?  I have. Do you want something better?  I do. I want to be free.  I want liberty.  Let freedom ring! I want Peace.  I have Peace inside... But outside there seems to be so much endless sadness... Just now a shell is wrapping around. In my shell, I shall be free - no sadness there.  Only love for me! Love is what we need.  Peace can be!  Don't you think? Hope, Remedy, Peace. Peace and Harmony to replace war and discord. Peace and Harmony washing away so much unbalanced sadness. The scales can tip in favor of Peace and Harmony. The scales can tip and the pendulum will swing back! I can dream.  I can dream. 9:58 am est (Please - I am the editor of this site as well.  The author.  The typer.  The thinker.  The editor.  The changer. The one whose site this belongs too.  The only one.  I am the editor.  Lastly, I am the Owner of this site.  It is mine.  Enjoy if you like it - take off to greener pastures if not - no harm there.  Free will.  Lastly, unallowed edits will be changed/deleted and the unallowed editors will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.  OK, enough of this little interuption that is not an ad.  No ads here as far as I know).  KH-BK 2820   Been gone awhile.  Today is 21920 it is about 11:11 am EST.  Here is another old poem   This site (six seven 0-7) is about slim tims slim whim. Hm.    page of tim the im slim tims whim was slim. Slim was not tims whim, but slim sure felt sum-thin. Slim slinkered. Slim felt slippery. Slim listened. Slim smelled about and looked around and upside down. Slim saw. Slim tasted something slimy. Slim thunk this and that. Slim slowed to a crawl. Slim almost bawled. But slIM pREvailed. Slim could sail. Heck, slim could fly so slim flew away. This way and that way. Slim learned. Good for slim. Mire & Remi learned too. Hu R U   Hey, by the way, today is February 20, 2020 and I'm in love!  Today, 22020 feels like a good day to me.  I have another similar poem like the one above (simili) - I'll post it later today if a have a free moment.  Lots of work going on for me at home today.  I'm thankful to be home.  This is my sanctuary.  Peace, Ken     22520 - You Know....this may not be a poem but I hope you consider it worthwhile:  In some ways coal and tobacco burn very similarly. They both give off a vapor and leave a non-negligible amount of ash behind. Over a set period of time, they can burn in a "self-sustaining" manner. For both, their combustion depends closely upon air flow in and out, oxygen content in the air, moisture content of the tobacco/coal, moisture content in the incoming air ("combustion-air"), "3-dimensional bed heat distribution", total "bed interface" surface area, pressure drop distribution across the bed, and I'm sure many many other factors (an important one of which I think has to do with how the combustion air "puffs" in...). All the while, each of these parameters are constantly changing over time. Anyhow, this is complicated....if you try to turn it into a bunch of equations - you'll never get it all the way..... On the other hand - practice leads to precision. So anyhow, what have we learned so far? I think we have learned that burning coal on a large-scale ultimately leads to more problems than good. I'm sure many would argue this with me, but I'm not in the mood for an argument. If you disagree, then hey, maybe it is your religion to burn the old life. Have you ever thought of it that way? If we ever learn how to properly appreciate coal, I think it will involve "going slow". Going slow gives more options and facilitates better recovery and reuse. Going slow usually requires more surface area, but under very controlled conditions considerable surface area can be obtained in a small amount of space (you know with "turns" and "folds" and such). The only way to appreciate coal is if we don't waste so much of it. That is not the case today. Today it is just burned (oxidized) for heat and then all the by-products pollute the air, the soil, and the water. This is shamefully wasteful. This is not how nature works. This is wrong, and in fact, I'd go so far as to say it is evil.  Those who burn coal on a large-scale are doing the work of the devil. Literally. They are trying to turn the earth into hell. Burning that old life so irreverently. Burning the old trees.    Still 22520 and now an old poem for real:   Its Time Its time we let go Its time we say HO! Its time for coal to go....elsewhere. Its time - don't you think so? Who thinks these days? Me, you, any-who? I don't know - I don't really care. What difference does it make? When the "New World" was found. Blood was spilled on the ground. The blood of the innocent - Holds power reminiscent. Reminiscent of a better time. When love was true and gold but a hue. When men and women knew. Those times are gone. But they will return. For love is true and so is two. Two who know. Hold each other so. Cling to love. As if from above. Two who know. Understand below. Mi-Re will sow. Better times in tow. Better times are on the way. Its time for better times. So says Mi-Re. So says my ray.....     original site:  http://co2trading.cc/_wsn/page3.html 4/29/2008 5:03:25 AM    Hear - Sound2 - Music - Love - Think See - Sight2 - Light - Love - Think Smell2 - Love? Feel - Touch2 - Love? Feel- Taste2 - Think - Love? Think - Music - Light - Love   So anyhow, i'm not sure that makes "sense", but it sure is about the senses and maybe how they interface with..... thoughts and emotions.  I'm not sure anyone is even here, but if they are, i hope they are a friend.    original site:  http://2-trees.net/_wsn/page6.html (2 of 3)5/2/2008 5:25:02 AM

Consider this:   Retribution   My will must be yelled the pompous who Wield the strings for we are the elite few   They did as told and chuckled with spittle Oh how stupid are the small and little   What a marvelous lot we are on top Superior we are; we can’t be stopped   Pass the wine; the wine of blood We’ll do as we please for the rest are but mud   ****** Out in the field toiling away A lonely voice cried out – there shall be a new day   A knowing wind blew coming from the east It spoke of the pompous who as nothing but a beast   The lonely voice was picked up by the wind And carried aloft across lands and ocean   Others chimed in and soon there was song Music of harmony no longer lonesome   *****   The numbers grew exponentially The strings were cut discriminately   Flapping in the wind the strings wound together The chuckles were hushed by the foul weather   Ropes had been formed in mysterious solution The time had come for justified retribution   The few felt fear…it was all they knew The ropes pulled them in; a solution so true.