Whut Evea Now – Happens That

Whut Evea Now – Happens That

(c) Leo G Campbell      9/10/2018

Whut Evea Now – Happens That

‘N Then Did We Ever Looked Back…

“I Jus’ Happening Now

Too…

To You So

Prap’s Yewel Yodel

Sew… Tell Me Too Or

Ransom Me Out To…

A Beatles Luv Me Do ”

 

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And That – The Lion Roared And –

And That – The Lion Roared And –

(c) Leo G Campbell       9/10/2018

And That – The Lion Roard

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And That – The Lion Roard

So Seriously

& Th’ Cannons Too

& So Often Offering…

To… My Offing Anyone

Like You

MoFo U A Yewbie

& Th’ Cannons Roared So…

Heeres To Thatt… Lion

Three Fuck’n Cheers… “A”

Piss’N On _ Yew Now

Wettn On Yer

Dudley Wuddly Diddily Do

Tooo & I Left’n Und Leaveing So

Fondly I Haft Leave It

My Deposit One

My Yer… Observations of Reality # 1

 

My Unwilled Place… Created Now… I

My Unwilled Place… Created Now… I 

(c) Leo G Campbell      9/3/2018

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My Unwilled Place… Created Now… I

Standing By

With Jesus Is A Telling Place

Place Where Almighty God Has

Made

A True Tell-ing Place Embalmed

With Grace Plus Pure Energy – A Moltering Volcano Ain’t

– Rocketman Sci Fie Ence Ain’t Even Science Silencies –

Ba Hoo

& Speaking, Under Out From Deep Yonder Wait For –

– – “Planet Mother Earth In All

Place Is

The Exact 0 Center O Of God’s Universe” – –

Under… &

Upon The

– – “Stage Of Rage” – –

Wherre… EveryBody Gets Lighted Up

Studied Observed Observing

Yer Chastity Locked Belt Placed Insert’d

Even Mebbe Be Satan Alowwed To Stand…

Lighted Up Dude U Satan U Satan Your Still

A God Creature Now An Evil Created

In You

Satan Gotta Have &

Own His Own Soul God Has Created

Mebbe… Vent Away… All Your Evils

Preach Out – Their Or Our, Are Rage… About…

Upon Expressing A Reason’d Rage Telling

Setting Forth God Is Truth God’s Truth

Please Visit The “Stage Of Rage”

Just In

Never Shown Nor

Shystered In

Through A Swinging Saloon Doors:

“Welcome To

The HellTown Saloon

At Helltown Resides Just Out Side

The Gates Of God’s Hell Hell’s Gate

Satan Is Condemed GodDamned To Hell

God’s Employee On Onna Salary

In Hell Where Satan Is Arera Supervisor

Trying To Learn The Strange Sway

Of Oigi

 

Station Radio – KLIT

Station Radio – KLIT

(c) Leo G Campbell       9/3/2018       8/30/2018

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Station Radio – KLIT

” Ya Betta…

Lissen Heere – We

Are All…

– AC/DC –

At Radio Station KLIT ”

(c) LGC 2018   Sex Listening… AC DC AM FM Come Again

To Desires Of

The Various Sexualities,

Eventualities, Fruitfully Come That

Present To Your Will

You Will… Homo

The Cisco Kid & Pancho… To –

… San Francisco…

Heere It – All Is Ass’d By

Th’ Hoof Woof Wooof

Ladies

As Sure As

A Lez Robin’s Call –

In Th’ Spring…

Sucha’ Puerty Thang – San Francisco

O Nev’r Callit Or Even To Spell It Frisco

Wher Ta Place The Comma Cum

Neerby – To

Radio Station – KLIT

AC/DC FM AM PM

Portland AwereeGGone, USA

Rang Yer Ding Dong…

– America Is Always Great –

– – In God We Trust – –

Clyde

Obvious… A Thumpn

Hump Ta Dooo

Bigg Fukk’n

Trumpy Mistake

Trump’s Big Butt I Mean

A Big-AssBell

Too, Three Times… More – For Free…

– – KLIT Radio Kept To The Beat-off, & Barf’n – –

Screw’n Into That Bargain, Your –

Yer Snark’n

‘Til… Th’ Later Comes, Again… Returning…

‘Til Th’ Next Time

Ghost Riders In Th’ Sky

Comes Aroun’

Again & Again Fer How Long, Must I…

& The En-suing Dosey-Doe

I A’ Knockked On Your Very Wooden

Knickers Twist’d-Knackr’d

Prap’s A

Door Jus’ Off’d Quite Often

Vandals Amok (Asshole Say Amuckk…)

Neva Mess With… This Street

On My Street I Mean, Easy

Meet Meat Main Mean Streets

A Plus All Corners

Creep In Here, Too

Whist I Stood Right (( and… it wuzz, right, alright! ))

No Shit. I Mean Sheeet

Get Hoffa Offa My Street

24 Hours

Radio Station KLIT

 

Barber John Bought A… Book

Barber John Bought A… Book

(c) Leo G Campbell       8/28/2018

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Barber John Bought A… Book

A Story

He was in a small town bookstore. 1998. Around the small town of Carlton, in western Oregon. Barber John found an old book, and as he handled it, a US $100 bill, fell out on the floor. John picked it up.

Thought about what he should do; A $100 bill was worth 20 haircuts at his barber shop.

John went over to the counter, showed the bookstore’s owner, that book, with the US $100 bill. The owner said, “Thanks”, leaning over sideways in his chair, and pocketed the $100 bill. And after a beat, shrugged and looked up, and asked, “Well, do you still want to buy this book?”

John said, “You have this book marked for sale, with a $7 price. Since I found that cash money, when I could’a ‘ve stole it, can you give me a better price, for this book?”

“No,” quoth the bookstore owner, to Barber John. “You must still pay here on my counter, $7 to pay for this book. Then when that book is bought then, by you, and then sold to you.”

So, Barber John bought that book, for US $7, took that book home. In the bedroom, John looked at the easel photo of his wife, passed on. After then the bathroom,

John sat in his favorite comfy armchair (his barber chair – John had taken it, took it home, it sets in his living room), settled in to read. Reached over, turned on his reading light. Opened that book, to its title page, found a US $100 bill. Um, Barber John thought. Um…

John leafed through his bought and sold book. He found 7 more $100 bills. Barber John turned out his reading light, and pondered.

This is a new issue, John pondered on, into the night.

Outcome: Ah, dear reader, the rest of the story:

The next morning, after breakfast, Barber John cleared the kitchen. Placed that book, on the left side of his rather small, kitchen table. Then put the $800 in US $100 bills, fanned out, on the right side of the table. John stood up, washed his breakfast dishes. Let the dog out into the backyard, and in the process, Barber John let his cat in. Quiet day.

I got involved, because Barber John was a sorta best friend, in a small country town. He retired from John’s Barber Shop, in 1985 after 45 years. His barber shop was at the center of our small Carlton town. Near my antiques & collectibles store.

John came in one day, carrying that book, laid it on the counter. Counted out the $800 US bills, told me his story.

Turned out all the bills were in numerical order sequence, from the US Treasury, in nearly mint condition certificates, issue date 1933. Worth $10,000 US apiece, for a total $80,000, net. I sold them for John, at a collectors auction in Portland. The next day, John walked into Leo’s A & E store. He gave me USD $10,000 in current Cash American cash.

– Cash American Cash US D – Free

Christmas came. Barber John and I, in the rain, walked half a city block down to Lents Billiards, Pool & Saloon (Carlton Oregon, was a small Yamhill County, town). We got and took two big pitchers of Rainier Beer, sat at a table, and watched the pool players, slowly circling around the Brunswick regulation pool table.

It was getting dark in Carlton, the fading light from the big glass windows not enough. The proprietor turned on the lights. Pool players, still circling around a green lighted circle.

After half of my pitcher of Rainier had gotten done, I observed, “You know, John, them pool players, there they, sorta make me – Custer and his men. The Lakota Sioux, and thousands more, of American Indians… encircling Custer’s Pool Table. Until time ran out…”

John: “You are so full of shit, Leo. Custer never had a pool table, he had a “Last Stand”.

“I’ll get up and go over, get us two Olympia Beer big pitchers, this time. Is this a tab, or do we pay in cash?”

End? Probably To Be Continued…