Johnson & Johnson to Test COVID "Vaccine" on Newborns & Infants

Little Chicken Liam 

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman’s bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the “D” train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s really insane
Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near
She’s delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna’s not here
The ghost of ’lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it’s so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze
I can’t find my knees”
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him
Sayin’, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him”
But like Louise always says
“Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?”
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uW9_2r3raHE

Liam is mental 

There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
Summer flies and August dies
the world grows dark and mean
Comes the shimmer of the moon
on black infested trees
the singing man is at his song
the holy on their knees
the reckless are out wrecking
the timid plead their pleas
No one knows much more of this
than anyone can see anyone can see

There were days
and there were days
and there were days besides
when phantom ships with phantom sails
set to sea on phantom tides
Comes the lightning of the sun
on bright unfocused eyes
the blue of yet another day
a springtime wet with sighs
a hopeful candle lingers
in the land of lullabies
where headless horsemen vanish
with wild and lonely cries lonely cries

There were days
and there were days
and there were days I know
when all we ever wanted
was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
we told them where to go
walked halfway around the world
on promise of the glow
stood upon a mountain top
walked barefoot in the snow
gave the best we had to give
how much we'll never know we'll never know

There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
polished like a golden bowl
the finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
still tender, young and green
left on shelves collecting dust
not knowing what they mean
valentines of flesh and blood
as soft as velveteen
hoping love would not forsake
the days that lie between lie between

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQNX_u8T9uU

Interestingly, my daughter is named Johanna and it was a joy of my life introducing her to Charlie Sexton. He said it's one of his favorites to play with Bob cuz Bob loves it so much

individuals that cannot grant consent

Actually, very few people under the age of 17 in the United States can give legal consent for anything. If that is the bar you have set for children (consent), a parent should not be allowed to subject them to any medical procedure...including ones that unless they get immediately the child is likely to die. 

Fishcane gets it, and wears a mask.

Last leaf fallen;
Bare earth where green was born.
Black Madonna, two eagles hang against a cloud.

Sun comes up blood red;
Wind yells among the stone.
All graceful instruments are known.

When the windows all are broken
and your love's become a toothless crone,
when the voices of the storm sound like a crowd,
winter morning breaks;
you're all alone.

The eyes are blind,
blue visions are all a seer can own
And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud.
This ground on which the seed of love is sown.
All graceful instruments are known.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIE2ZOwB7z0
(GD @ Winterland 10/22/67)

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I didn't make any comparisons. I focused on your statement that a vaccine Is being used on "Helpless Babies & Infants ??  individuals that cannot grant consent & have no earthly business having these injections openly beta-tested on them ." I simply pointed out the almost all children under the age of 18 (unless emancipated) can NOT give consent for any medical procedure at all. It is their legal guardians who give consent, not the underage individual. 

That blood will be exrta tasty. 

ultracrepidorian thread

I'd say it's a ne plus ultracrepidorian thread.

I can't tell if this thread needs some Doc Severinson or some King Crimson so how bout both?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=79&v=rJhBBLJwwGE&feature=emb_t...

Oh yeah
Stay in the general area (area, area, area)
Stay in the general area

What's the name of this stuff?

Meat, meat, gimme my meat
Meat, meat, gimme my meat
Meat, meat, gimme my meat

Hello, talk
Talk, talk, talk

Stay in the general area

The barbed wire whipping party in the razor blade forest
Sweet live meat, my fangs could unravel you
Back, hand, whip, lash, [eskers], sange froid, leather picnic
Duty, cold blood, barbed wire, naked on the table, laughing
Feet stained wine and eyes smoking
No is permitted
There's more freedom than you could choke down in ten thousand years

The other day I went to Mars and talked to God
And he told me to tell you to hang tight and don't worry
The solution to everything is death

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg10Puy1kYo

What would people do without their outrage?

Stop foaming at the mouth for one thing.

if it was in a bigger font i might agree

Holy shit, busy day for Liam.

Try some kava, dude.