The Maze Off The Bill Of Wrights

Should the figure bounce just the ball at a word for the verb would the Physic's Departments raise to the divide?  As the each to that is the multiplied would the subtraction embarrass those departments and would the Time in the Ages raise to the bar that would have been expected of Mankind (Humanity) at this year being only 2018?  Does the calendar that the biblical unit use discount a road as the years or The Ages making a thousand-years a sign that only the Physic's Departments would or could have discovered?  Now that the plain English barrels a sound to 'Math' is the Philosopher in the ignorant round?

Say that those 2000 Years the biblical units love to placate licensed to prove-it, would the World have had a better unit of understanding, and would we as a Country (U.S.A.) be headed or have headed to not the edge of our Solar System but have achieved the actual landing of a planet in the feasible probability of what is now just known?  The "boom" of Coast to Coast with George Noory on KGO Radio AM in San Francisco has venue to a tremendous strangeness of what this schedule would have said, and yet, it is said.  How weird.

A pounding disappointment to the C.I.A. and the F.B.I. must blossom as the said is what the 1960s rounded as the verbal message.  Oh for the smashing sound of my ear to what was an actuality though, the F.B.I. and the C.I.A. really did bang down the doors and scout the Cops as raised in the Bronx.  More on the subject is what happened to those agencies?  Well, in obvious on the harms that this country, my country has suffered I know that those Agents must just speak a jargon and dress a charter to bouy only lonely and lost.  Again that phone in hand (cell phone) must have spited their brains as some sort of active figure and yet all know that those actions took place minutes if not hours earlier.  What blush must those agencies where now?

Just to see FMR. F.B.I. AGENT CLINT WATTS on Real Time with Bill Maher in such a cavalier method of obstruction to being met with his structure of training from an Academy in actual life as an Academic, is at best disappointing to what I thought was an Agency of belief.  This fathom of disappointment wreaks as President Trump belittles all of those agents, slamming the very idea?  No, it is the ripping of this Country, my country the U.S.A. into no riddle.  It determines the public at-large as destructive, their horrific winners of only treason.

This reach as in the audio boom of a radio on mute, this reach makes Coast to Coast on AM Radio with any host or hostess anchoring such a plate that wisdom is such a trial that knowing case would be only a conversation of splints.  Horse to tack and harness to carriage is the shoulders that make me know why our Founding Fathers were in 'Deed' carved.  Oh how the majesty of those days, oh how each man must have had tears as the face and shoulders of each of our Presidents rose not from ashes but became the carved mountain that a pyramid gave pause.  The sand to the rubble as history in the future will explain will only allow the find should this country, my country not fall the slam and blow the mountain.  Tears fall my cheeks and my body heaves this thought and yet with the road to relativity what would become of such people, formerly known as 'We the People' placate?

Trails of signs to this date the 26th of May marches noted to my ever stand.  The Vietnam War of past to what happened to history (Vietnam Conflict) as each American torque's such harvest the corn is no longer a hull, it is a crop.  To find these words inadequate would suit the address for as I limber such lumbering worth I think hardily on our Founding Fathers, the Declaration of Independence and of course the jostle of what has become a joke, John Hancock. Signature to what is, and yet, the museum shows all in tell for the liberty is not the covered glass topped by a nice switch in a vault to hide the masterful original for a fallacy, no.  It is the fact that we either live the chase or die the faced, I have chosen, live.  No chase would kill my worth to memory, no death or next life would shallow the Moon on those moments of Mankind in my country speaking verbal choice to sentence that rings our flag with beauty.  Oh for the flag, the American Flag, sewn by Betsy Ross (my mother said a relative of ours, I giggle her tum with sweet smile)  how proud Ms. Ross would be that it flies and still fills me with the breeze from a time where men were men and love was peace, even with the hearkening of War on the hems.  Such change clarified in the days of misery and challenge.  Even at that time the watch to the Clock in the Town Square(s), our template now has forgotten the event.  I am tired of the god thing, I am tired of the religion thing, I wing a breadth to the silence of affair and know and understand that these times require such to learn the balance of more than wind.  I must balance the bare.