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veteran drug smuggler rick, has many stories to tell, but the greatest one is how he became an orphan

i didnt think it was going to do THAT!

found these guys in the soffit, apparently they were fighting

in this vintage video of me,... here i show an alternate way to remove sticker or tape residue from a painted surface, this particular painted surface is a file cabinet, so it's an enamel finish remember, you are important, you are special, you can make a difference. do all you can each and every day to help others succeed, in the end it is worth it to know that you have had an impact on a life. thanks for subscribing, thanks for sharing

he made a mistake, i am sure of it, he leaned back looking to the stars as he was thinking about it,.. then passed out,.. wham,.. just like that, game over. my experience as poetic as i could make it, it was a challenge for a narrative poem, i have a horrible habit of making my poems long and sometimes exasperating, i tried to follow some sort of semblance of "the cremation of sam mcgee" i tried to follow up with a positive note,.. but man,.. how do you do that on a poem like this? THE LEASED LEASH ON LIFE (re-released) a fantastically warm sunny day, 10 a tepid 70's for mid december, 10 yet sort of clammy in an addled way.10 foreboding the day i would remember. 10 episoding today in a way that would weigh,12 on me like a floating burning, flying ember.12 the day that i can't get out of my mind.10 the day i observed satan's contract signed.10 ***** the sun was high noon in the sky, finished my coffee, ready to embark,18 on the dogs daily walk, banzai! although the day seemed deeply grim and stark.18 darting up and ahead she blazed, over the hill chasing a hare.16 i was starting up, coffee crazed, like jack and jill, i made it there. 16 as i slowly crested the mound, there, sits in the washes ravine,16 under the thorny mesquite found, randalls tired dusty machine.16 cocked my head, inquiring to myself, what the heck?12 presaged dread backfiring, uh oh, i had better check.12 ***** i yelled with no avail, no sound from the end of the trail.14 no movement on my hail around, a dim beat in my heart.14 the dog looks in, like stale art, her tail stands, stiff as a doornail,16 no glasses brands my braille view, a fuzzy no detail flowchart,16 greens, browns, flesh tones and orangey red, i walk the colored trees 14 over crunchy limbs and rounded rocks. dog stands with unease,14 questioning while looking at me, then i see randall dead.14 strangling and dangling dead from a limb, looking blind with dread, 14 faded desire, a rubbernecked hung vandal with bent knees.14 through briared brush, i lost my handle, exhaling a wheeze.14 ****** a vision i cannot unsee, his eyes bloodshot, cold like the ground. 16 looking down at his feet an ashen cigarette i found,14 pipe filled with hashish on the couch, burned into my memory14 his dog leash holding the keys to his ATV, tied to the tree,16 acrimony swimming with unease, slowly churns my stomach's brim, 16 my rooted fury burned hot, deep, down inside. while yelling at him, 16 telling him, i was going to kill him, as my fists were clenched tight 14. my heart wrenched, my mouth went dry, observing details despite,14 his stance, hanging by a literal thread, a dance bedim of fright.16 the frozen chance at life misled by satan's sad hymn sung last night 16 ***** the thread had dug deeply, his swollen neck, bruised black and blue,14 an empty tin of pills on the couch, his knees slack and bent,14 half pint of vodka capped and sitting on the chair, i knew.14 he wasn't done with his depression, he leaned back to vent,14 that loop around his neck, deaths cortege pleading away.14 looking at the stars, little specks sinking as he passed out.14 slowly leaning back too far, blood to his brain went astray.14 that array going black, flooding the fading mind with doubt.14 ***** that leash tightened more, weak knees gave their last wheeze.14 hellhounds starving for a dying souls last acquiescence.14 his face whitened, death's grasp drying his river of essence.16 ideation fulfilled by crushing despair, please satans trustees,16 damnation by a thrilled high won't repair the fading light 14 reality threw his life away, to the hungry dogs.14 the mortality of fatality, life's chain is off the cogs.16 fate's brutality eats ego with torrid teeth of anthracite.16 ***** oh how my mind gazed at the horror of the empty eyes.14 of randall, view glazed with poor choices and his deceptive lies 14 satan sought the act to dictate killing his existence.14 putting his distraught debate ahead of fate's persistence.14 throwing caution to the breeze, only to fall at his feet, 14 a growing colossian wheezed, his liquor laden retreat.14 fading life's sweet diseased mind, found the tangibility.14 of death's embrace, seized, welcoming bound suitability.14 **** the suit of death, easily donned, just slip it on, a fitting prize.16 wrapped up and costumed, you're conned into demise by lifes lies,14 with a zombie bride, groomed you are, life dead, a solitude finis.16 abercrombie necktied, doomed wedding wife too prude to kiss.14 his limp body dangling dead, with keys to his home and ATV.16 just above his head,the strangling life leash of gullibility,16 sucking the belief, he had jurisdiction over his life lease.16 plucking the relief of bad affliction of deceptive strife's peace.16 ***** a fantastically warm sunny day, 10 a tepid 70's for mid december, 10 yet sort of clammy in an addled way.10 chaptering the day i would remember. 10 captoring today in a way that would weigh,12 on me like a floating burning, gliding ember.12 the day that i can't get out of my mind.10 the day i observed satan's contract signed.10 ***** distraught though i was, i had to walk home to tell the wife, 14 about the horrible, deplorable sight, of randalls demise.16 the doubt of his valuation, living his damnation of strife,16 knowing his unsure fixation of satan's wise murderous lies,16 baffled, departing the scene, if only he would have spoken to me, 16 talking to myself, i walk past his cold heartless broken machine.16 walking by oneself, my abstract entity's heartbroken journey.16 shaking my head , i knock on the renters door quietly.14 ***** conveying the tragedy, i learned, he came to my house first.15 to speak to me, quietly he yearned, knocking on my door.15 my heart sank, he trusted me to drown his suicidal thirst 15 me, watching satan's lies on the telly, shocking, to the core.15 knock knock knocking at my door,sound drowned by a movie of war.15 tick tock timed uproar, blocking his muted search for a succor.15 lousy louse like i felt, choking my cry, had to tell the spouse 15 my eyes began to welt up with tears, facing the chore to rouse.15 ***** it was a loud shriek at first followed by a rise of latent cries,16 telling of randalls demise, keeping it short, to the blatant theme.16 picking up the phone calling the cops of my exercise surprise.16 reported missing last night, perhaps he's just blowing off some steam,16 after an ensuing fight, he left , what's the locale, please advise,16 within minutes and a short dusty stop, i lead a uniformed team,16 to my cohort, the orangey red pop of color is where he lies.16 aborting my police escort, i hear yelling, it's her, downstream, 16 distorted, running up the wash is his girl with tears in her eyes.16 "it can't be real, he can't be dead, where is he?" consoling her scream 16 **** directing to the thickety orangey red in which he was dressed.16 wiggly and rickety from the run, quickly she turned her blame,16 distorted and blubbering, she was, tearfully beating my chest.16 thwarted hands of rubber, bouncing off my bust, her hands aflame.16 with anger and pain, denouncing my name, the trusting she possessed.16 painless though it was, little blobs of flesh, her tiny thrusting hands came,16 time after time, sputtering tears from her eyes, crying and distressed,16 pushing me away, muttering fears, she ran to the scene of shame.16 **** tasting the salty tears on my lips, upon me she cast her blame,16 as though i had hung him myself, the executioner, my name.16 she ran toward the glum arena of crime, i felt guilty as sin,16 as though it were my fault, all her paradigm anger held within.16 i could have saved him, all it took was walking to the window gapped,16 always open for the cats, i shook, my cold heart of shame untapped.16 a strapped memory always burning in my mind, like uncapped dread,16 trapped there, a candle in the back of my head, seeing randall dead.16 **** detached lone denial, the limelight of my fatal lies aglow,16 an unknown foretold conclusion, making us all afraid to grow,16 to envision bold confusion, our lives, hanging by a soul thread.16 the fate we all know, lies at the reapers hand, yet remains unread,16 our story of impending demise, life led by the seeds we sow. 16 the prize, ascending to heaven or hell, we surmise as we grow,16 expending every breath addicted, we inch closer to the end.16 how will our memory be afflicted, how will our life transcend?16 ***** a fantastically warm sunny day, 10 a tepid 70's for mid december, 10 yet sort of clammy in an addled way.10 altering the day i would remember. 10 faltering today in a way that would weigh,12 on me like a floating burning, drifting ember.12 foul play that i can't get out of my mind.10 the day i observed satan's contract signed.10 copyright 2/14/2020 todd anderson

here is a vintage seminar on professional clown makeup application and preparedness! rodeo clown or freemason clown, clown is a clown is a clown

various artists playing various instruments in mountain home days, in this rare exclusive home video, capture some rare moments. thanks for checking out my youtube.com/thedesertartist channel, be safe!

here, joyce, briefly explains what she is doing in regards to quilting and she shapes her designs beautifully with the accompanying colors and designs, nothing goes to waste, in the old days, that was the way it was, you used everything. thanks for checking out my youtube channel as well, i am new to the rumble game but afraid i will lose everything so easily on youtube, so trying to get things transferred,.. thanks for your friendship and support, be safe! youtube.com/thedesertartist

auctions like this don't come along very often, that poor guy had to be under some sort of stress in order to have to spend that much money on a lamp! IN THE OZARKS!

there was a time in which i appeared in a reality TV show, it never really cut the mustard, but here is what was shown to CMT, the link to the original video on vimeo is here https://vimeo.com/93266396 edward adams is the video producer also thanks for checking out my youtube.com/thedesertartist channel, i appreciate it

a composite of home films, coming from the pea ridge arkansas, SW missouri area supplied with music from jordan page

here i burn some beanie babies, all were are collectable, NO<.. not the puppy,... NOOOoooooo,.. hahahha

this is a yearly occurrence on the 4th of july on the main street of conconully washington, as long as i can remember the berney gang (who live on the hill just outside of town and own the grazing rights to a lot of the surrounding areas. cattle drive can regularly be seen passing through town as they head off to the spring grazing pastures. there are 2 separate years in this video, one after the other, i can't remember the years exactly but maybe 2010-11. i grew up in conconully, starting in 1972, i left in 1982 when my mother married her 6th husband to crumbacher estates, just south of tonasket about 7 miles, it is there i had a massive horse accident, and was in a coma for 3 days, my mother stayed married to chuck even though my mother cheated on him throughout the marriage, ups and downs, i went back to omak high school for a couple years while i lived with my mother in a 16 foot trailer in my grandmothers yard, in conconully,.. if only i had a camera back then... back and forth, its no wonder i was an outcast in school, it's no wonder i was bullied still learning this rumble stuff, my youtube.com/thedesertartist channel is full of stuff, i appreciate you

this is a video of a couple of kinky skinks getting it on in my backyard, i think there is a glimpse of a passerby snake around the 3 minute mark or so

it's a real eye opening experience, when one of your videos get slammed with a community guidelines strike, banned from uploading for a week, so much for getting any solutions from the questions i posed, as my viewers are my mental health, meaning, i care. it provides me a sense of staying alive, and not succumbing to suicide, because it is an easy solution, although not, easy, and never good to succumb to the taunting of satan, luring you into the pit. there are things in life that are hard decisions long term effects are unknown i am scared to get the jab, i don't know why, i have nothing to live for, yet i feel deep down, that it's almost as if i am kneeling before the king, and not a king i wish to kneel before. ex•tor•tion ĭk-stôr′shən► n. Illegal use of one's official position or powers to obtain property, funds, or patronage. n. The act or an instance of extorting something, as by psychological pressure. n. An excessive or exorbitant charge. Penalties for Bribery and Extortion Bribery and extortion have slightly different meanings and definitions, but both are punished heavily. A bribery conviction under 18 U.S.C. Section 201 can result in a fine up to three times the monetary equivalent of the thing of value involved in the case, up to fifteen years in prison, or both. Furthermore, a person convicted of bribery may also be disqualified from holding any public office. A conviction for extortion, on the other hand, can result in a fine, imprisonment up to three years, or both. If the extortion involves less than $1,000, then the period of imprisonment may not exceed one year. A Hobbs Act Extortion conviction can result in fines and up to twenty years in prison. Governor Blagojevich was sentenced to fourteen years for his crimes. although the reference stated here is actual dollars,.. something of tangibility,.. whereas,.. the extortion from joe biden (and associated powers(because we know he really isnt in charge)) is of INDIVIDUAL and of value only to ones own personal belief, but yet,, it IS of value, no tangibility other than that of what is my own self worth, WORTH? if i get satans stamp on my hand, or the appropriate number of 1's and zeros to change my dna. then i get to play with the other kids on the block, if i choose to not get the vaccine, i get to remain on restriction and have to wear a mask for the rest of my life until i get the "card" or "stamp" or "tattoo" or whatever they want to get me to sign up for Defending Against Bribery and Extortion The defense strategy that is employed in a bribery or extortion case will vary depending upon the specific facts of the case. However, the burden is on the prosecution to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that bribery, extortion, or both were committed by the defendant. As such, there may be several defenses available to a defendant. For instance, the defense could demonstrate the thing offered to (or requested by) the public official has no value. The defense might also demonstrate that the action being requested from the public official (or being offered by the public official) is not an official act. The defense might also demonstrate that neither party had the required intent to engage in bribery or extortion. Finally, the defense might be able to establish that the public official was not actually a public official at the time of the alleged bribery or extortion. no value,.. thoughts and self worth, have no actual tangible value i can't actually believe that relatively, remember, you are important, you are special, you can make a difference. thanks for subscribing, thanks for sharing thanks for being a part of my life if you choose to donate to my cause, i thank you for anything you can send me paypal.me/thedesertartist if you wish to send me anything via email, my addy is longhaired_desertrat@yahoo.com,

this is a parade of free masons, somewhere in missouri, clowns ahoy!

live auction recording of a missouri gun auction