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Found the narration by Stanley Unwin, on the Small Faces, Ogdens' Nut Gone Flake. Seemed what to fill with: Are you all seated comfortable, too square on your botty ? Then I'll begin. Now of course, like all real life stories, this also begins, once upon a ti-to. And Happiness Stan, whose life evolved near a femerald coloured dreamy most, had his pure existance and his being in the deep joy and the multi colour of the rainbold. Oh yes. His home was a victoriana sharowbold, and this is the fourwheelful of sst sst out the backgrove. Now as Eaved and his deep approachey, his eye on the moon, all time some time deep joy of a full moon scintilating dangly in the heavenly bode, but now only half. Oh blow your cool man, he dood this deep thoughcus. What is the folly of this half disappearing of the moony most. And as the light did a scintilading change through timely most, stopped still, and he did a deep thoughcus. What ! Absloutely smashing flaked he was. So gathering all behind in the hintermost, he ploddy ploddy forward into the deep fundemold of the complicading forry to sort this one out matey. Where at Man he thoucus, where at Man...... oh dear. Now after a little lapse of time, Stan became deep hungry in his tumbload. Oh, after all he struggly tricky out several milode, and anyone would suffer under this. So suddenly he dood a deep thoucus, out with his lunchy bag, just about to do a little nibbload of his mincy meaty, when....... Now the fly was overwelmed by this deep generosity of Stan, Small Faces Ogdens' Nut Gone Flake to give give give of the foodage. 'Cause all life lassk ssk suf of the foodage, ha! He look at Stan and said. Is there anything I can reciprocale, or do in the joy of return for your generosity, for giving me food and stuffy? Stan, I'm looking for the other half of the moon and dangly, This is my folly, show me where the missing half of that moon. I don't know, said the fly returnly, but I know someone who know, if only I were big enough to transporty most. I would take you there myself, I would do this. And Stan, having the possey power of the Magicold, Ah, standed over, roley out the sleevey, wavely hand, hovery hovery hovery hovery and out with these magic wordy. If all the flys were one fly, what a great enormouse flyfelolifer that would bold, oh. And there, incredible but oh dear, hovery hovery. Now the fly recalled with these wordage. Not only will I transportnum there, but I will sing it a deep joy of a songload in your eardroves. That I will Do. And so, seaty comfortable on the back of this enormous buzzymost of the fly, voooop, they tooked off, like an escaped velocy of the rocket floatin into orbit yeah. Now after floating high hup, over the mounty, through the deep valley of thats, for seven whole long days, they did a very soft and flat belly landiny, if I may put it this way. Where they landed, a tranquil beauty spot, before a deep fundamold of a forry. Like August in the undergrowth, there it was. And the fly said it, I must leave you here, and he pointed here, with his sort of fly type fingold, it was all feathery feathery, and said. Mad John, mark me words. He liveth in a cave there, in this far deep forry, and he will transport for you, and find it, not only the moon itself, which you looked, but the philosophy of life to itself. And Stan had a mutual joy for this, and reach up and cudlymost of this big fly, and very hard to embrace it and mode mmm qff qff kissy, and the fly tickled him with his whiskers in his eardrome. And off he went. And so Stan, walked towards the cave, and in his mind, mark me word, Mad John, deep thoucus on this, all a tremblode, looking into the dark, and peering into the backgrove of black in there, and then, appeared, Mad John, in fine fine foldy silken robes. All whitely hair, scintilating beard and dangly, well the beard must have been 24 years old, to grow it and grow it, all night lode, what! And he was glowing, with a friendly light, oh dear, joy, and a voice full of the Cockney Cockney Cockney, all joy of life and living, eminate from the cockload of his heartstrings. Called to see you man ha, what's been your hang-up man hu, I waiting seven whole days for ya, not still worried about this scintilating moon and dangly, huh, hu? Stan, ye, ye, yes, that's why I sortning you out here, tripply tripply out on the back of this fly who told me, huh. And John, linked arms with him, and walking out steppa by steppa, and he pointed with a Cockney forefingold, there, up in the heavenly bode, what! Stan realized, now, which it struck him like a smacker o' blueidy, which coming out ffst turn you never thoucus before. As the sun rise in the early morny, so the recall of the moon in the eve, ah, and he thought. Now, the fly had something extra special you thoucus to say to me, if you hold. And John, looked happy, and attracting his earnestly of his eyebolds, straight nose to nose and eye to eye, hold for it. Of course, I nearly forgot it, just you listen. So remember, the very special words. Happy day long toylytown newspaper reading chuckly smile. They all have a lovely turn. Gnomespain, Huckelberry fickel tickel my fingold, huh, boy blue left his horn stuffin under the settee, and brought his melotrone, and freaked them all out. Oh what a mindblast. Jacky Jill, knees up Mother Brodie. Oh what a joy of a trickley howathere. So I hope you'll turn out three quarters half as lovely won't you wouldn't half and enjoy it. Study cool won't ya.

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Feeling Nas and What Goes Around, up next. A raining down ... Yeah. Ay, it's poison: ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison. Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison. Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison. Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison. Religion misoverstood is poison. Niggas up in my hood be gettin' shot, given poison. In hospitals, shots riddle the block, little. Children and elderly women run for their lives. Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies. Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin'. Rest In Peace. You know, the usual, death comes in threes "Life is short" is what some nigga said. Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did. And funny how these black-killer companies is makin' money off us. Fast food, Cola, soda, Skull and Bone crosses – it's all poison. Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison. Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison. Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison. Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison. Religion misoverstood is poison. Sisters up in my hood try to do good, given choices. When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions. Stop workin', hopin' that they find a man that will support them. Up late night, on they mother's cordless. Thinkin' a perm or bleachin' cream will make them better, when they're gorgeous. White girls tannin', liposuction. Fake titties are implanted, fake lips, that's life destruction. Light-skinned women, bi-racial. Hateful toward themselves, denyin' even their blood. I don't judge Tiger Woods. But I . Yo, it's poison: ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison. Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison. Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison. Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison. Religion misoverstood is poison. Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison. And any thoughts of takin' me down is poison. Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint 'em, PLAOW! Never to worry, all the wrong-doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over. Every dog has its day, and everything flips around. Even the most greatest nation in the world has it coming back to 'em. Everybody reaps what they sows, that's how it goes. Innocent lives will be taken. It may get worse, but we'll get through it, y'all, be strong! The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim. And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em. They call it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday "hell-day". ‘Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy. Me and my niggas share gifts every day like Christmas. Slay bitches, and party everyday like this is the last. I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab. This is my level, fuck if it get you mad. It's all poison: all of my words to enemies, it is poison. Rappers only talk about keys, it's all poison. How could you call yourself MCs? You ain't poison. Think about the kids you mislead with the poison. And any thoughts of takin' me down is all poison. Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint 'em, PLAOW! What goes around comes around, my nigga. And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga. The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga. Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga. What goes around comes around, my nigga. And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga. The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga. Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga. This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes. Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem, ‘cause he never tell 'em he got it From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in '93. Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties. All the concerts, backstage where the stars be. Rockin' they shirts in bitches faces like clockwork. What's your name? Where you from? Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb. Takin' pride in ruinin' their lives So they could never have babies and they could never be wives. He never used a condom; give him head? He got ya. Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin' in karma. Those on top could just break and won't be eatin' tomorrow. I know some bitches who be sleepin' on a nigga's dreams. They leave; when that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees. Knowin' dudes that's neglectin' their seeds. Instead of takin' care of 'em they're spendin' money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies. 'Cause when them kids get grown. It's too late for you: now you old and you gettin' shitted on. It's all scientific, mystic, you know, the Earth and the stars. Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas. What is destined shall be George Bush-killer 'til George Bush kills me. Much blessings, be healthy, remember: What goes around comes around, my nigga. And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga. The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga. Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga. What goes around comes around, my nigga. And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga. And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga. The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga. Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga.

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Thank you Nas.

Voice in the wilderness Ian Crane and two people, names I would look up immediately and see about.

Lynn Thyer

and;

David Noakes

Hold all front pages, shout outs, talk about, upset and get, "evangelical about". Now, ever piped up? Get what means, it's GOOD (AND MUST BE TRUE THROUGH AND THROUGH AND NO, "OH AND BUT..."

ALL AND BE A GOODNEWS SINGER, GOOD NEWSER, TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD. JESUS MERCHANT.)

Cannot myself, think of more prophetic witnessing and actions. Top, front, and centre. Radar, eyes wide blinking open. Have no second thoughts and come first in line. Conspicuous and the conspicuous silence. Seen some blow away can't quite believe, oh... so quiet. This might top the lot. Have you ever heard such a thing? So wailed the Hebrews. Nowadays ICT'd up to the eyeballs, next mesh with and soon 'into' our eyeballs.

Here are two people. The rejected and again all a sign and wonder. Albeit and cannot imagine the pain and anguish. David and Lynn, the epitome of our times, and the survival struggle we're in. The Epitome and 'a person or thing, that is a perfect example of a particular quality or type'. In our world of feelings, they are suffering and not to sound glib but best taken biblical theology and personal experience is God comes to be with them and in it. While pray and cries to see the ground shift and God intervention. The battle and yet, God's desires and love for, is an enabler and for us to co-collaborate.

All Am Saying...

Is Give God A Chance.

NUFF> Missed m'slot ye pays d'price. This dogma, see?

[The post that hasn't begun is for Olive and to Chris and our holy taxi.]

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And Kanye West: Unable to hide his probing and searching-look. That he so mismanages himself, I almost take hope. He goes off… what might well not be, central HQ contrived. Would that he'd become so sick in his indulgences he breaks-down. Pray 'Jesus walks' right in, on him. Truthscoop.net/fashion — March 2016

"Mr West, your limo's waiting and please don't forget your mask". My sense is, his look shows the struggle. Coz like mama said, 'Jesus walks'. Truthscoop.net/hillary-s-little-helpers — May 2016

Bravado and jumbo self-belief, impulsive without always checking the cares, out-bursting and wealthy: Kanye like-Trump. And with K, the always likely to say-what – “so what?” – is finally proving, he might be pop’s Donald? Truthscoop.net/look-shows-the-struggle — December 2016