"The universe is made like ship."


- Billy

Terrestrial Terrain

                                           

"Terrestrial Terrain"

An evolving, solving evolution of revolution's solution.

Your demand is my command in the cosmos of courts' practices in this universe of practitioners.

Dedication and devotion are what remain- just the same dump.

Devoid of the void in evolving, revolving, locomotion's explosive, expletive's emotions.


I may not be a lot, but I'm everything I got.

Condensation of Carnation Evaporated Milk speaks quite loud in a thundercloud.

Proud to see what I can see.

It's difficult to be me in this endless eternity's tranquility.

Just want to be free!

J. Billet - Cinco de Mayo

        

Gus Hall For President

                                      "GUS HALL FOR PRESIDENT"


This is a paid political concept for "GUS HALL FOR PRESIDENT."  He's very active in politics and rides in his Rolls with a Vicuna Mink and diamonds in the back.  He has many different angles, a white beard, wears dark shades, and his hair is in a white crew cut.  An Eisenhower Republican, he's an unscrupulous, finagling cock-sucker who's on the Republican line in this November's election.  A vote for Gus is a real vote.  He's for and one of the people.  Doesn't like commies and tows the party line.  Let's face it, he's the best prick in the race.  A vote for Gus is a vote for a pilgrim's progress.  

Paid for by The People For Gus Hall 2012.  For more information, please notify us of your intent at 1-800-775-1408.  Throw the Commies Out!!!!!!!!!!!

J. Billet's-Champagne Manager.

La Vida En La Cabeza

“La Vida En La Cabeza”

Birds wing and children sing in an early Spring, but I got the rainy day blues.

Life’s broadcasters are the weather forecasters of disasters.

Life’s lines ain’t straight.

When my lines meet, it’s called love.

When these lines don’t meet, life looses.

I can’t make up the world’s mind about life in it’s insanity.

I was afflicted with a slight case of dyslexia in the third grade.  It made the world upside-down and all of the rest of my family saw right-side up, making me think they were down in hell looking up at me in heaven.  I started hanging around weird friends and ran away to San Francisco to write poetry, play music, and make love.  I became an author of dead beat’s poetry and joined the dead beat’s poetry society.  I am a bubblegum-rapping, hand-clapping, window-tapping, finger-snapping, dog-dreaming happening.  A member of the null set’s swingers.

J. Billet’s

Frenemies

"The best way to be friends with your enemy is to give them a kiss."


- Franky Bananas alias J. Billet's

Think About It

"THINK ABOUT IT - EVERYBODY HAS THEIR PRICE.  WE'RE ALL LOSERS TO THE JOLLY JOKER-DOG"

M&Ms

I SAW A LITTLE KID WALKING DOWN THE STREET AND HE WAS TELLING HIS MOTHER , "M&Ms ARE BRAIN PILLS."

Birthdays' Whim

"Birthdays' Whim"

I wonder if I will die on the same day I was born.

Life is to live and not to die.

Love isn't all the crazes with everybody, but everything to anybody.

Life is to love, but not to lose.

Like a yellow rose life has its shows to see where it grows.

I am 10 going on 7.

Half my life was spent on ice cream and birthday parties.

The other half was invested in the wisdom of passing years.

Times shared are for outdoor shower dances in slow moving instant romances.

Birthday's and Saturday's are like peppermint tea from you for me to see.

Nothing ain't ever free.

Parts of a life are spent thinking about time.

The other parts are being stuck in it.

Every dream is a new day's birthday.

By J. Billet's 05/10/54/12

Licenses For Justice

"Licenses For Justice"

There is legal justice and poetic justice.  There is a license to study law and a license to study poetry.  Poetry is all art forms.  These are similes and metaphors, but which is more binding?  The metaphor or the simile?  Who knows the answer?  Does a tree make a sound to the world when it falls in the forest?  Does the world make a sound in the universe should it explode?  Poetic justice and legal justice.  Yes for one and no for the other.  Which for which?  Which question.  Really a bitch of a witch or the pun of an itch or a son of a bitch question.  Everyone has a license to practice poetry but not everybody has the license to study law in this system of ours.  But what system does allow it?  That's an opinion, not a fact. A simile, but not a metaphor.  Both are just in the sight of a God who is sighted?  No, we are sighted in God's eyes.  The world was born deceased or alive?  The answer is to survive any way you can.  Is the world yours, or are you the world's?  Who will tell in this confusing secret?  Not me.  Maybe a sunny day in May, or a cold day in Winter without any sun.  Who can compare yellow to green?  Truly anyone, no matter how smart or stupid, weak or strong, rich or poor.  So in our own way we are all artists, painting the world to our liking.  I say poetic justice.  Some say God is just, but we are God.  Are we just?  Not necessarily, but poetic, yes?  So God has a good sense of poetic laughter's tears. The scream of a baby just born and spanked.  Please God love your lives.

The Poet Called Jonathan Billet Who Loves Marlenea 

Letter to Pix

DEAR PIX,
THE SAD DAY HAS COME WHEN THE GOVERNMENT CAN SPY ON ITSELF!
BUSH WAS SMELLIER THAN WATERGATE - THIS STINKS 10 TIMES WORSE.
MY PROBLEMS HAVE BECOME REALITY, FROM A MENTALLY ILL ADVOCATE
NAMED ANONYMOUS BOSCH ALIAS JONATHAN MARK BILLET.  IF YOU SO
WISH, LOOK ME UP ON GOOGLE HTTP://CENTERVILLE@BLOGSPOT.COM <http://BLOGSPOT.COM> I THOUGHT THAT WAS A WISHER'S THINKING, NO THANK YOU HOWARD.

- GOD BLESS YOU HOWARD FOR SPEAKING OUT ABOUT THIS OUTRAGE!CESSPOOLS ARE FULL OF CISPA!