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Angie Baby

October 12, 2016

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All Along the Watchtower…

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Magna Carta . Holy Grail . Heaven

Magna Carta . Holy Grail . Heaven

Magna Carta . Holy Grail . Heaven — Jay-Z

“Boy they loves Hova.”

Illuminati, spirit-directed, or holy?

“Y’all religion causes division”

Who created religion?

“Only God could judge us.”

“Hovah”  is a play on Jay-Hova, or Jehovah, one of the Old Testament names of God.

Signs and symbols control the world, not phases and laws.
Confucius (551-479 BC)

Some say Jay-Z got the nickname back in 1993, when he borrowed some studio time and was recording some of his first tracks. The other people in the studio marveled to discover that Jay-Z was improvising all his lyrics, and decided that his ability was nothing short of miraculous. So they dubbed him J-Hova.

Others claim “Hova” stands for “Hustler of Virginia” where Jay-Z “hustled” as a play on “Jehovah”.

The obscure reference may be the link of hovah (a Hebrew word meaning destruction) and the oracle of Revelation, “”.

The psychological mechanism that transforms energy is the symbol.
Carl Jung (1875 – 1961)

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SMRTrWorld (2014) Pinky & The Brain Trailer

Because the Real World wasn't reality. Introducing cast members, Cameron & Jeromiah, and Darryl Glass.

Posted by Angela Glass on Tuesday, October 28, 2014
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Funky Geezer

Woody Williams as NoDa's the Funky Geezer

Woody Williams as NoDa’s the Funky Geezer

So proud of our local NoDa Evening Muse and Facebook favorite Woody Williams the “Funky Geezer“, “America’s Got Talent” and YouTube music comedian.

Grandpa can shred, but Woody Williams as the Funky Geezer is more than any one man band you’ve ever seen.

See www.funkygeezer.com for more on Woody Williams performing as The Funky Geezer Show.

 

Photos: Carl Miller Photos, and Woody Williams.

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ANONYMOUS and Watchtower Serial Pedophiles of San Diego

Anonymous

This post is prompted tonight by my personal experience with…

“not bringing reproach upon Jehovah’s organization”.

Most Jehovah’s Witnesses

have no idea there are 24,000+ pedophiles who have hidden among the silent lambs

in their congregations…

San Diego ABC 10 News reported obtaining video of admitted child molester Jehovah’s Witness Gonzalo Campos.

“I did abuse him,” said Campos in the video. “I touched his private parts.

Testimony of Gonzalo Campos

Accused JW pedophile confession on camera released by San Diego ABC 10 News.  

Team 10 asked if Zalkin believed it’s widely known that there are sexual abuse problems inside Jehovah’s Witnesses.

“No, no and it needs to be brought to the public’s attention,” Zalkin said. “They have been operating in secrecy and at will for decades.”

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Mad World

I’ve felt like a tweety bird flying a plane through the internet since the time that my momma said, you know, you remind me of Angela Bennett, you know that girl who designed that—well, Net.

You know, like Charlotte’s Web—but that’d make my guy the Pork or Cheeze but I can’t figure which…

Anyway I wake up today and the news goes down like this…

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You died.

Originally published June 13, 2013 on Medium, but was removed for being posted in the wrong place—oh, well, I tried.

“Your granddaddy don’t dance, and your grandma don’t rock n’ roll like mine…”

What would it take me to speak up, to hoot and holler and say “hey, y’all I have a story to tell”?

They killed my clown. Oh, it’s just this fantasy in my head. They didn’t really kill my clown, there’s not even really a ‘they’. My grandpa died is all. He was a clown, and he died, and that damn near killed me.

But that’s not this grandpa, and that’s not this story. Oh, honey, ‘it’s complicated’ could never quantify a relationship in this family. But, if you stick with me, I’ll tell you a story that’ll blow you away some day…So back to this grandpa, and this story. He’s dead, and that did it. It was this one, this guy, the one that walked into my day dreams a few summers ago and made me believe in God.

And the curious thing is, I have no idea if he believed himself. I mean, I know grandma does?—?she’s that whole evangelical pentecostal holy spirit healing and hoopla kind of religiousity, something that I saw plenty more of being raised in the South.

… but that’s not the point either, the point is simply, you died.

Grandpa died. Grandma Hilton is all I have left.

It’s time to start telling stories.

— I’m testing my voice. I’m testing with a tease. Please offer critique, I get by with a little help of my friends. My friends have always been on the internet.

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If Dying Young Won’t Change Your Mind…

Filmed while the band was at SxSW 2013, and released to the web soon there after, “Diane Young” is a play on words.

When the government agents surround you again…

If Diane Young won’t change your mind,
Baby, baby, baby, baby right on time

Irish and proud, baby, naturally
But you got the luck of a Kennedy
So grab the wheel and keep holding it tight
Til you’re tottering off into that good night

With the luck of a Kennedy, my father died young, and it didn’t change his mind. I don’t mind either.

https://rd.io/e/QitD4CtK/

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Darryl + Angela

Darryl + Angela

www.baxleyglass.com

All my bags are packed I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’ it’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’ he’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh baby, I hate to go

Every place I go, I’ll think of you
Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you
When I come back, I’ll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Close your eyes I’ll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won’t have to leave alone
About the times, I won’t have to say

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh baby, I hate to go

Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh baby, I hate to go…

…I’m coming home.

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The Family Band

The past year was a difficult one for our family, and the family band—the Three Rivers Band.

Herb and Katie and the kids

Herb and Katie and the kids

First, our uncle Randy went into the hospital to suddenly find out he had a brain tumor. Given six months to live, they operated.

 

He died six weeks later.

This nearly killed the band, as he was Grandpa‘s roadie.

Then Grandpa died.

Uncle Randy "Bubby" and Grandpa

Uncle Randy “Bubby” and Grandpa

After Grandpa died, Momma raced up to Indiana to break her out of the nursing home—where she found Grandma, having started a girl band in the Alzheimer’s Ward!

Grandma rocks the Ward at the nursing home.

Grandma rocks the Ward at the nursing home before momma arrives!

So while The Three Rivers Band is by name and nurture of Fort Wayne, Indiana, the band has gone South where Grandma has taken up with her Southern grandkids who are scrambling to step up to the microphone to carry on the family legacy!

Stay tuned for updates…!

Still in Fort Wayne and need a music fix? Check out Fort Wayne’s annual Three Rivers Festival, rockin’ the three rivers since 1969! Otherwise, we’ll post updates as we get the family band back together—coming soon to a stage near you, if you’re in the South!

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Clark Gable

Don’t go to Heaven by yourself

I was waiting for a cross-town train in the
london underground when it struck me
that I’ve been waiting since birth to find a
love that would look and sound like a movie
so I changed my plans I rented a camera and
a van and then I called you
“I need you to pretend that we are in love
again.” and you agreed too

I want so badly to believe that “there is truth,
that love is real”
and I want life in every word to the extent
that it’s absurd

I greased the lens and framed the shot using
a friend as my stand-in
the script it called for rain but it was clear
that day so we faked it
the marker snapped and I yelled “quiet on
the set” and then called “action!”
and I kissed you in a style clark gable would
have admired
(i thought it classic)

I want so badly to believe that “there is truth,
that love is real”
and I want life in every word to the extent
that it’s absurd
i know you’re wise beyond your years, but
do you ever get the Feel
that your perfect verse is just a lie
you tell yourself to help you get by

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Closed Head Injury

Letter to a Friend

I graduated to a larger keyboard in procrastination.

I went back to do the dishes and thought to myself, ‘this isn’t the life I want’. Did I tell you? I had even tried to convince myself that I just had to get things all in order so that everything in life would be ‘ready’. See how that worked out? Needless to say these hands have yet to hit dishwater. So much for Southern.

But is there really anything wrong with that?

If someone would give me just one cup, plate, bowl, spoon, fork, mug and what else do I need?

I’ll tell you what, just a really cool place to put them!

I need to figure out how to be happy, or this is going to suddenly feel like a very long life, I get the feeling, from here on out…

Today is the day that my daddy died, 30 years ago today, or some time within 12 hours or so either way, because I can never quite remember if the accident happened the night before, or if it was already considered the next day, and when it was that he died, or rather, how long it took him to die. And since I move so damn often, the paper which answers this question every year when I inevitably go searching for it to determine once again, for another year, just it was ‘when’ that ‘what’ happened, is buried in boxes which are worn and disheveled from the packing, repacking, and moving again, again, and again.

Any way, I’m listening to Yo-Yo Ma do Johan Sebastian Bach while considering doing my dishes, or just throwing out all my clothes, …or just moving to a life I’d prefer to be living?

It wouldn’t take a psychiatrist to be able to tell you that if I could have anyone with me here tonight to have a glass of single girl microwaved a few seconds to knock the chill off red refrigerated wine it would be my dad. No, not the one who called yesterday to make sure that I was okay, I think because he knows even if only from the signs from my mother’s odder than usual behavior triggered by it nearing that day again… No, I mean my father, the one who gave me life. He was an artist and a lover, a singer and a movie maker, although I have to tell you his song in the band is pretty much dreadful.

Here’s Dog Sweat, by Matthew Raymond Morris Michael Niblick. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, you’ll want to cover your ears. But to me, it’s music. That’s my daddy’s voice. When I heard this ‘song’ this past year, it was the first I’d heard my daddy’s voice, since he died thirty years ago. Still, Dad! What were you thinking?!

My Daddy, the artist Matthew Raymond Morris Michael Niblick (movie footage 1979-1983) from Angela Baxley on Vimeo.

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Society

Into the Wild

It’s a mystery to me
We have a greed with which we have agreed
You think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won’t be free

Society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
You think you need
And when you think more than you want
Your thoughts begin to bleed

I think I need to find a bigger place
‘Cause when you have more than you think
You need more space

Society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you’re not lonely without me

There’s those thinking more or less, less is more
But if less is more how you’re keeping score?
Means for every point you make your level drops
Kinda like it’s starting from the top, you can’t do that

Society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you’re not lonely without me

Society, have mercy on me
I hope you’re not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you’re not lonely without me

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A thousand years, if not for this…

O [redacted], You have searched me And know me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought from afar.
You sift my path and my lying down,
And know well all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
But see, O [redacted], You know it all!
You have closed me in, behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me –
Knowledge too wondrous for me,
It is high, I am unable to reach it.
Where would I go from Your Spirit?
Or where would I flee from Your face?
If I go up into the heavens, You are there;
If I make my bed in the grave, see, You are there.
I take the wings of the morning,
I dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
There, too, Your hand would lead me,
And Your right hand hold me.
If I say, “Darkness shall cover me,”
Then night would be light to me;
Even darkness is not dark for You,
But night shines as the day –
As is darkness, so is light.
For You, You possessed my kidneys,
You have covered me in my mother’s womb.
I give thanks to You,
For I am awesomely and wondrously made!
Wondrous are Your works, And my being knows it well.
My bones was not concealed from You,
When I was shaped in a hidden place,
Knit together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body.
And in Your book all of them were written,
The days they were formed,
While none was among them.
And how precious are Your thoughts to me, O El!
How great has been the sum of them!
If I should count them,
They would be more than the sand;
When I wake up, I am still with You.
Oh, that You would slay the wrong, O Eloah!
Depart from me, therefore, men of bloodshed!
They speak against You wickedly.
Bring Your enemies to naught!
O [redacted], do I not hate them, who hate You?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?
With a complete hatred I hate them;
They have become my enemies.
Search me, O El, and know my heart;
Try me, and know my thoughts;
And see if an idolatrous way is in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.
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