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Steve Fly 33.

WORLD PISS: 45TH EDITION

Steve Fly 33.

BAZOOKA JUGSTAPOSITION

Hi,
I was thinking about a new theme for a 'facebook' note, something popular, fun and universally recognized, and a bit racy, so I made a 'bazooka Jugstapostion' enjoy, Steve-fly (Doctor Marshmallow Cubicle.)

'bazooka Jugstapostion'

Hail to the Old World Babblers

funny bags of bowl me over wisdom

holsters to support the otherworld where

the breast scene of the mammalis mountaintop

gleams lycka' cuple a' slightly chinflated saucers

with fairy cup-cakes and with dark juicy cherries, curved

elliptical hovercraft at a quick glance, oh the quick soft flash

of a gland can be enough to drive us to refute gods, heroes and men 

The lightening flash of babby taps tapping

the trifocal mind of humanity, neuron spark to blood rush

to the elongated caramel helicopterpads where I request landing

permission, check, cheek and down we go, off the skislope into next weeks

belly button. Shall I plush it? looking up I spy the golden apple of the sun and

the silver apple of the moon bright through Indra's white and tight night net vest.

Two swell and sprout as if one breast

were the cabbage of Artemis and the other

the whole melon of Hera, both perfect fruits and

vegetables made of flesh to manifest general cone-fusion

and somewhat irrational behaviour: nork-entropy in the spirit

of Aphrodite. The two since 15'000 BC, the lift right in/out cup/

down blouse/white silky (dualistic binary paradigm) shirts out into

the third floating infinitity top, watch you don't bite yr/ drooping tongue

Salvation, oh 'Rrrrr' me beauties

Increased blood flow, more salvation

yelps and shouts: 'oh Jesus,' 'oh my god,

' or... 'BANGERS' on every street worldwild.

'Yes Miss I suspect a good pair of warm exuberant

jugs can defeat a world of thuggery by jugst distracting

the single sighted Newton's sleep of 'phallocentrickery' with

domes domes DOMES, or you might say hemispherical skin cones

Gland furthermore, I Sir Chest

we open a nation of dual citizenship

in 'bazooka jugstapostion' space smooth

contours and variable sizes: (fairly small, slightly

sagging, fairly large, boosters!) shape: pointy moundy

rounded, knap-sack like, and all colors: chocolate brown

fresh cream raspberry pink lemon fresh bazookas to eclipse

the lure of I-pad and farcebook, the G8 Summert and twitter?

Hand curved facetime to a full teat

the toffee-tipped life-force, the perty

nipple-goddess of gravity orbits, the coffee

cup spiral wobbler's to wake our eyes zouted

and cry a sliver of milk. In the case of these eye

sockets and yr/ cleavage opposites attricked firmly.

A pear of goddley's with cream

to make a Monk scream Mosquito bites

real 'gods' and entities you can touch and

commune with, Im not afraid to say that now I come

to know good worship, orbmen! take me to the moon with...

A bust powerful enough to

stop a rocket ship by ejecting

its fuel rods, supple enough to overpower

youtube! nipples tuff enough to withstand titerally

hours of suckling and lip lapping, and not only for a man

to enjoy, understand me please here women suckle too lets

jugst agree to celebrate the breast in 2011, for heavens sake.

Tits time to jugst let them babblers

greet the light of day, show em' the sun

and clouds every chance you get, but don't

get me wrong, I wouldn't want to force a gal'

or anyone to do what they ain't found the will to

do fo' themselves, but, rather, as I say, I'm writing

my thoughts on buns 'out' today, and have to admit

tits make we want to express the bubbling microwave back

ground radiation spilling out my skull and through my eye-ball slits

Bosom magic power

bulbs to change fast as light

hitting any orb. Spring Break, snap,

whoops, (IMF, Giggs, Tiger Tiger) there

they are again, and I can't fight them dummies

so strong like the lure ice cooled beer pipes racked up

Tetons to see and small puppies to touch,

holy 'baps' to make a bishop kick a hole in a

stained glass window. Two planets orbiting a solar

shirt system, suspended upon a complex wrap around

silky horizon, or a lace vehicle that gently lifts and holds

the sacred boulders in place; gently transforming the soft skin

into a two-tone panorama's of grace. Silk, cotton or maybe a latex

bikini or a simple feathery vesticle to frame those norks and have me

confess right here down on my knees that I'm always abreast for suckers.

"hey shall I juss' suck em' and see,

shall I chicken-peck those healthy sacks?

I call to everyone to go on and help wipe the

days toil from your mind, suckle and show some

support, play sport: pick a banana up with mangos

and calculate shadow trajectories, go on, plot trips to

Jupiter's moons and to the far east with Ishtar or north with

Brigit to study each priceless love stone, the Bosom: my holy home.

Big or small no matter

I can handle it. Tits about

the excitement and the 'flash' and

of course a gentle squeeze in the bath

is always a Bhreusy' bonus, a twin win, a chest

of treasure, secret avenue to the stars, a reason to

worship life each morning and to redesign bra's bras.

By cool breasths and girth of Nuit

and Indra and Eleanor of Aquataine's

assets--let the cans fly everywhere--and

let us forever hold holy hooters with the lofty

highest orders of form in the perfected cosmic

orbifold universe: our study of unity in duality, orbmen!

Each areola ring becomes

its own entity in space/time,

each breastooka connecks to

super-cozumos of the spectacular

human body-brain 'interactive' nervous

system, watch the grape swells under vine leaf

Oh mama matrix moist mysterious

let milky way have its creme splendour

at the tip of each gland, a portal to the raw

real gods and goddesses, a sensory playpal

pad and a cresh for life, fleshy docking point for

tactile answers to flow out into the deep questions of

philosophy and cosmology and information theory and...

Q. Why are we here A. to look at breasts and build accordingly?

Q. How did we get here A. by breast as social attractor and baby tap

The twist of the two the

slap on the wrist the DNA

programme to desire orbs in

our round and safe lives, the lack

of naked figures in Forbes! a coupla

free wheeling strawbs to knock a black-hole

through man's hypothalamus otherwise engaged

A pair of dumplings to dump

smiles of awe and wonder into

humanitease face beyond my crude

wishes to feel some whoppers, or prized

anglesea bobblers, Bristol's, Dudleys, shockers

Orbmen!

"handicapped by two breasts in operatops, a remarkable little endowment garment."--James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, pg 532

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Steven Pratt, Thursaday 26th May, 2011. Amsterdam. NL.

Grand Teton

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DR. MARSHMALLOW CUBICLE SYBLINGS

PICNIC TIME

Come on come on, we're havin a picnic
Come on, come on, you don't need no ticket
Come on, come on, it's marshy's picnic
Come on, come on, no time to nit pick.

Picnic, Picnic, just you and I and the purple sky,
Picnic, Picnic, eat with me baby, forget our trials
Picnic, Picnic, must we ever leave this hillside
Picnic, Picnic, spreading ten thousand smiles

Marshy, masrhy, get the fuck out of bed
Marshy, marshy, its not a drill, use your head
Marshy, masrshy, put a Mallow in your sack
Marshy, masrcy, don't swallow, mind the crap

Dr, Dr, look, Police in Helicopter
Dr, Dr, look, the Web's off the hook
Dr, Dr, I think the Governments Crazy
Dr, Dr, I think I'll fly through the book

Dr, Dr, please prescribe me, don't bribe me
Marshy marshy, I think an alien's inside me.



GLOCAL YOKEL LOCAL

Listen fuckers, this is word to your mum,
Banging the drum, sucking my thumb, breathing hard
Breathing, hard, thinking of a fascist state, in every back yard,
Nightmare history, death and dying,
Banker fraud abroad, always abroad, never at home
Not yet, don't fret the board room meetings are in progress.

Local yokel glocal
Yokel Glocal Local
Glocal Local Glocal
We're all gone Lobal

Coalition fascists shd/ be under lock and key
Art, crafts, poetry and design are the tools to anarchy
Liberty and freedom of expression and 'freedom' from their
'Freedom'
That has no freedom at all, at all.
Controlled freedom, like a dog on a lead, or a cat in a box
With a poison gas pellet.

Local yokel glocal
Yokel Glocal Local
Glocal Local Glocal
We're all gone Lobal

The resistance of the people defines the Government
Will it. Will it. will it.
Define the ideology
Dwell, sit, dwell sit
Globalism can be a good thing
on a good thing, a good mighty good thing
Corporate Globalism can be a bad thing
A super mighty bad thing, a bad bad thing.

Local yokel glocal
Yokel Glocal Local
Glocal Local Glocal
We're all gone Lobal


Local yokel glocal  baby
Local yokel Glocal honey
Local yokel Glocal romance,
Local yokel Glocal people
Local yokel Glocal dance

Local yokel glocal
Yokel Glocal Local
Glocal Local Glocal
We're all gone Lobal

Think Global act local
Think Glocal
Act local think Global
Think Lobel
Shrink Glue Ball,
Thank Low cow.


MARSHMELLOW DOWN

Marshmallow, marshmallow
Marshmallow, mashmallow

From a Martian base in your Kitchen
We travel to mallow thy name
We sit like a Cubicle sybling monk
And melt minds when we spit out the flame

We ride in a candyman caravan
Floating along a toffee terrain
With a truffle liquoire and a bag of manure
The journey leads far down to Spain.



WHERE DO THEY GO?

Where do they go?
When you,
Where do they show?
when you
Where do they flow
When you THINK OF THEM.

Thoughts, oh, thoughts,
Where do they go when
We think of them,
I think that you stink of them

Where do they go?
When I
Where do they Show
When I
Where do they flow
When I
THINK OF THEM.

Thoughts, oh, thoughts,
Where do they go when
We think of them,
I think that you stink of them

Thoughts, oh thoughts,
Spilling out from my shorts
Thoughts of sports
Spilling out from the courts
Thoughts of naughts
Rolling out of the Forts.

Where do they go?
When you,
Where do they show?
when you
Where do they flow
When you THINK OF THEM.



HATCH A THOUGHT.

Hatch a spore, match a draw scratch and gnaw at the floor,
stand up and spit wood, spit  leaf and spit keef.
Turn over a new cliche',
touche' tooth ache can make the stake turn hard in the mouth,
Don't fake
a month of bad breath catches the weekly take.,
 the daily squeeze and quest for cheese and dairy lights,

Catch a thought, hatch a sport
Its Zero history, back to naught.

all and nothing for something, anything and everything gone 'monk'.
Things in motion, potion in things, fresh bee-stings, songs a lonely child sings,
weekend flings and tings, swimming holes and freshwater springs,
upward fountain and spilt rainbow arches,
gift to the eye with peaches from Iris, and a 'H' to make Irish,
Osiris Oh Char us.

Catch a thought, hatch a sport
Its Zero history, back to naught.

O'Irish blue spill over the algae, white algebra of men,
burnt bras and burnt toast, butter and breasts,
Butter the breasts
Biggles' and Snoopy, shopping for death culture coupons,
palms dry without coconut oil, picnic all over town, get down
on, and on and over the hill with the yellow rays and orange glow
 'Terry's' choco-wrapping invades the beach head, oil barrels roll,
oil barons running on ice to Antarctica, penguins in bondage,

Catch a thought, hatch a sport
Its Zero history, back to naught.

Seals sleek heads in cages, while writing these pages,
cities swing in plant pots, chocolates, carrots
soil dries hard around the edges, knife voice cuts the cake,
Wake and bake, its marshy's picnic
cherry and fruit salad makes new headway to the breach,
first shots are fired and its fritters, scallops and blue cheese away.

Catch a thought, hatch a sport
Its Zero history, back to naught.



HAMSTER JAM

Hamsterjam, Hamster Man, Hamster Stan, gangster man
Ham Steak Jam, for Prankster Flann, and Damsta Jam
and Hamster-Jam make Ganja Ham

Jam, hamsters, Ham, and Ganja
Slam, gangsters, spam and Ginger

Welcome to the Dam-age
Holding back a torrent of Ham,
Greetings Dr. Flann, is that fresh Ham in your Jam?
"Ham! Ham!... I'll have you know its prime Hamster, man!"
Hamster, Hamster, are you out of your wig?
"Ham's not from hamster's dude, Ham comes from Pig'

Jam, hamsters, Ham, and Ganja
Slam, gangsters, spam and Ginger

If Pig Jam makes you squeal
Hamster Jam on your next meal may
Make your feel dam sick as a pig, you dig?

Jam, hamsters, Ham, and Ganja
Slam, gangsters, spam and Ginger



MEAT SAUCE:

meat sauce, meat sauce,
Slurry of a nation in a hurry, it ain't funny

meat sauce, meat sauce,
Dirty rotten shit, dip it slurp it swill it, spit.

meat sauce, meat sauce,
with a carbohydro-hippo spice, drink a pint, hey that ain't nice.

meat sauce, meat sauce, meat sauce.



THE DOOBIE CUBICLE SYBLINGS

Step,
Step into my cubicle
hey sweet baby, take of your shirt, honey
you can loose the shoes and loose the tights,
The panties and the skirt sugar, sweet!
Hello, hello dear, my names Doctor Marshmallow,

The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings

I know it’s a little cold, baby ruth
Sorry, my new instrument must warm up.
Your breathing very well, let me see,
Ah, yes, you have healthy lungs,

The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings

Just relax dear, sit back stick out your tongue,
Yes, ah, uh huh, oh, yes, just one marshmallow,
There we go honey, close your eyes now,
And... Swallow, think of candy now, and
Dr. Marshmallow


The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings

Welcome to my kiosk dear, but hush we must be quick,
Yes, we’re doctors, and lovers too.
Travelled here from Europa in a milk-chocolate helicopter,
Powered with golden syrup. Listen honey,
Listen, close your eyes, I have a story ,
A mellow bath for you. Relax.

The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings



DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.

A marsh dosage box of meme juju served static
A beat box of electric spores.
Mellow temporarily, loud shock cell-smash and warped edge,
cubicle syrup and candy up the walls. Sound splatter.
Marshmallow claws to the valve amp through swamp under full moon
'taste this noun honey-pie’ and now follow me to the Marsh room.

DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
Sugar coated mints and faces glow mellow, camera flash,
study of alien war box noise, step into the cubicle. Step out.
 Increase dosage outside the noise box.
"Dr please prescribe me Marshmallow. 
Marshy Picinic, we all eat for free, be mellow
Marshy Picnic tripping ball's on LSD playing cello

DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
Coffee store shaft to the spongy echo-box.
So stay mellow as a Dr. get whipped-up daily in sativa gelatine,
step into the cubicle room of Marshy Taste Dr. Escher cakes
and the dutch health spore system, Sewn into the lives of a musical cookie jar.
Step into the slagroom, the candy box kiosk, where drugs and alien-dreamtime are
served up in a Dr. Mallow booth. A head-set in each booth, a fire in the room-jelly.

DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
Monopoly on Culture, more syrup, stuck, even swords move slow,
walls jammed, the flow stopped. Dr. Candyman eats a government
treaty while taking a bath in his Shed.

DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.

What new cookie of government? wave goodbye to money walls,
what you know ain’t so. Cheese & Chives, woe, step into the kiosk,
look at our wide confectionary, lick the walls in the cubicle,
but, government next door sells hemp-fuel logic.

DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.

Dr. dosage and the shaft-monk box, sweet drugs in schools (syrup cafe syrup cake)
rank of cookie? government turkey and slurry like cubicle gelatine experiment,
music like spores, chemical workings with bonds to break government.
Drugs don’t mix. Cheese confectionary meets spam canning factory,
 who knows the dosage Dr?

DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.

Game set and spores, Cell growth, slow to share out of the box,
music and shared value (camera corn beer and shaft)
sponge cakes are coming. Women sewing with Hemp-fibre,
Dr Marshmallow in fondal parks, Amsterdam Office of hugs and squeezing.
Oi, oi, Huygens glow of spores, snort these LSD spores mate,
woe be shaft you up Chi-oops. Hemp-fibre, what, News, who’s, what?
Coffee, news, TV, news, what, coffee, TV, what, news, when, tobacco?

DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.

But, which whipped Shed, Shed, Monroe Crow,
coffee syrup and syrup Monroe prompt owe cookie box, slow,
a cause&effect study in alien sword in shouler, money Booth,
Cell, box, grow box, grow.
A rank • is fro, call whipped library Culture row, with Joe,
whipped syrup rank Cheese Marshmallow slagroom,
1609 sativa prompt for rank, prompt for beer. Value, tonight?

DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.

This cubicle contains freedom, and the outside too.
 Pro-set monopoly confection Judo, gods and Escher,
the sugar coat of government arms, prompt the spores to fall,
shaft of church down black-hole avenue, to shift of government,
shaft shift, shaft shift. Great Spinoza box-zone of taste flow,
honey dripping hemp-fuel and the alien dosage from
 opium government UK.

DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.

News room booth locked. Safety in Judo, spores and fire,
outside the JFK Cubicle Howard Hunt counts chickens.
Those alien drugs from New York work Dr, what coffeeshop on sixth avenue?
The shed next-door to mallow cafe
Put a Marshmallow in your ear.
Put a marshmallow in your ear.
Put a tear in your beer, eat this dear.

Composed and Decomposed by Steve 'fly agaric' 23.

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2010 words on the Gulf Oil Spill (edited from a previous poem)

2010 words on the Gulf Oil Spill (edited from a previous poem)

“Us clams must stick apart” –Feudal Baron Periwinkle III.

Aphrodite rose from sea foam in film.
A centrifugal waterspout, sucking out the poison.

A Shell and a Sunflower are branded,
Sucked of meaning.
Twisted arms of godsoilmen
Workers, investers, safety chiefs,
Some work with sludge in hands
Some on the tongue, others dodge
Regulators.

Meet the supermajors
Finance and business from sifting Oil
Gulf scoop past oily Slick Cheney
Eating Warburtons with Shell fish

We roe past energy task force positions.
In still of night, calm waters, we release
The mycelium.
From the world Clam.

The Galloping Scallop clad man of greek myth come up
Knights of the Periwinkle clown swimming,
Bejewelled with clam lips and kisses.

Rich blue Oil spill or mother of pearl?
Like blended parrots and dead plankton,
Mixed emulsions. Beautiful Miss Oil Spill?
How can I find beauty in this Oil terror? I tried
And reality slapped me across the Horizon

Crude awakening to the spill-age.
A Collosal squid princess come's up
Riding old Jakobsschelp, a Mycelium Goddess
To help a Hutch load of old scallops rise out
The Seafloor Blues
And infiltrate the slick.

The Deep sea Mollusc speak out:
“Lo! Scallops of the ocean,
Down by the great rising Chiefs of coral.
Take this Big Periwinkle into your earshel and Smell the sign
Touch the logo and ask:
How many ridges does a dream have?

Who regulates the regulator’s.
Dead Plankton in the paint
And the city sewers flowoil
Heed the clam of commerce and the
Cockle-shock shimmy of stock.
What sea-shell, what Sunflower?

Up comes a horse covered in Scallops,
Prince Periwinkle gargling:
“Skullops for one shelling a dollop”

Sea wave-wind Mussels flex into fossils.
The smell of oilamp from the limpet.
“Lets Oil the Oystery of Oil and stir with a staff,
Lets foil sharks with electric shocks,
Struck coil!”.

“Swim with the titanic Semantic shift,
Up out the shell flower.
Again, to tell a snail tale of the planetary shaft.
Rock Drill. Oil Men. Usury. Greed.
Son’s of Thunder Juice, Snel, quick up
To defend the word.
A sea slug with untold feet runs with you
On a hyperbolic plane.

Hoily Tools of the Big Petrol scoop
Walloping the marine scene with oil sheen.
Another spellage. Ocean deep n' blue and
Black rusty red, bloody.

Petrochem generation X. Drill here.
Die here. Who makes the plans, the cuts,
The safety checks, who sets the profits,
Who banks in the cayman Islands, and
Exploits every loop-hole, who, now who.

So wee rise up like foam,
Mycelium to eat the Oil
My thoughts on it: I ride a bike.

Waxy Parrot Snot in the sea bank
How to dress up a death spill?

Casting Shells from my hand,
The wavy lines trace a swellmighty calm.
His Holiness the Buddhaclam Caliph of Pearl
Comes up, out of the Santiago Shell mound gate
To tell us of what fate?

Great clam emperor of the
Mollusca lineage comes up
“By nature the sign, 500 Million years of geometry spun
Into this Sunflower, into this Shell. What lies?”

The Duke Periwinkle of Clam tissue
And the Ivory Sheen realm
Comes up
“Look down the well. Oily DEA and ivory salt newspaper
Scalping truth, their lies litter our vessel,
Truth and beauty from underwater vents”

Meanwhile oilmen pollute the ocean-Green with
Sculpted Pipe lines, crime lines, below
Waves of DEA projects, No Oildea how sticky
the handshell shakes over the Sunflower.
Ode to the Great Old One's,
Please hear us and help a sign-sailor resist
A super-major temptress,
Ocean blackmail.

Oil spill, pipe-line, spoil, Usury, coercion,
Interference with natural deep sea black smokers

Oyster Gods of ancient oceans sculpt the wave
And weave pearls
Serpents teeth sew
Sew Sew an oil net to stop the leak.

A solution in the name of thy snakeoil potion,
Rise up Sea-meat wonders with one hundred eyes
You that dwell upon Old heraldic shields,
Rise up like bubbles and show us your shape.

If only Molluscs could grow wings?
Dutch English American Oil statistics?
More scallops?

Now our chariot of sea gods roam the ocean wide
With the Sigil of Galloping Periwinkles,
Sea weed tales of a great green whale and
A clam with hinged jaws.

Big Blood and looting operation disaster
After disaster, after disaster.
We charge the water and turn the planet
Back into a healthy paradise,
In this poem.

Our Seal: Coningklick.
We raise a toast to Scallops and the food of Godzilla,
And celebrate the marvel of Clam propulsion.
Bio-technology is trying to show us HOW.

Venusa comes up
Surfing on a scallop, leading with a shell in hat
And staff in hand.

Ms. C. Scholar and her mussel
Swimming down Saint James's glory-gate to
Oil Cow & coo

“Now Scoop it. What News Independence.
Who distributes it, how?

And the church wants TTOTTAL Informollusc awaveness.
Sculpt a skull and crossbones in the Crude
Awakening to sea Pirates.
Send in Jack Sparrow to help waterworld.”

Cockoily and Crude Millions scalloped out
Of the earth's body PO.
To the Botticelli Shell-mex
Mix of Soupermajor Bumbling Patroilmen.

Heart of calcite, home of crystal, listen,
I Toil to swim with the Amateur Swimming Association
Esso sponsored swimming, like
Greenpeace sponsored Oil Drilling.

Pick a Shell and drink our James Juice.
The word can plug that sucker up.
The word, the vessel of communication.

The sacred periwinkle proportion.
Now sea gold and Periwinkle Cockle
And aragonite Shillyshellying,
On land we're all out of gas?

Crashing oil and Blood in synchronous waves,
Half-mollusc, half man with vulva comes up,
The crowned Cuthulu cult riding a clam to shore,

To soil on past British Patrolingmen.
We and the sea leagues of 93’000 species
Of Mollusc, and cuttlefish, calcium from sea foam
We are the froth of Saint James Juice.
We lament the spill to blunt the drill,
Gather and think to cap and fill.

Rock Drill and Throne.
HOLY Scollop of truth Swim on your way!
Scooping the word and sludge, selling lies.
How deep does the drill hole go?
Blue Black pills sp'ills?

Up comes the Count of cockles
To calculate fossil fuel foolishness.
Re-shore em’ that Oystery contains Pearls.
History is ours, oceanic.

Hollow Earth Krewe come up to protect the crust.
Don't drill, hear!
Listen, HEMP!
Pull down thy vanity,
Pull up thy drill rig.

The silver pink flesh of salmon
Emerald sea weed and Electric blue
Dance on our Shield.

What pearls lie in the sign?
Schaaldrake Unreeled from the Well,
The conscious net.
The day of the Dolphin Gulf prayer,
calling all Oystery’s hero’s.

Winds blow above the abyss of humanity
Deep space
Mind link sleeping beauty on the sea bed.
Awake.

A clamber of underwater shimmers
“What the devil’s covering you, old directors?”
Holy floor, must be peak oil time!

Fisherman on fire, Oil brigade, fire brigade
What Sustenance?
Entangled oil pipline artery of earth rot?
Well well well, Oil be damned!

The dead seamen-oil-blood transfusion.
The workers that died, the injured?

Investigative poetry safety bill,
The profit margin and depths of energy mob
Investment.

The TAX dodge.
The Tectonic shifts and shafts of geopolitics.
The ocean gods versus the greedy monkey man.

Swallow the shilly-shally sea
And go a’ rummaging
Through tears,
Craft a dam good idea.
Boom, boundary and boundary dissolution
Be A solution

The ocean, the salt.
Oil and sea water mixed.
A mussel bound with a wisdom tongue in a Dutch
Pit, Venus in shell, A tongue enters shell.
That feminine Scallop.

Yes, make love, and drill for love
In a land bed, not a sea bed,
Drilling for oil, making death.

Beware the starfish and oystercatchers
The Condi Rice tankers,
Our boat enters the earshells of Leviathon.
Invisible on a mind wave,
Seers are feeding,
We meditate on bivalvia underground chants
We grow new ears from our Gulf of tears.

Total germs and a fake Sunflower
A suspect Shell and five sided fuel mob are
Apprehended by Sea worms.

Please dive off the Euro board, twist and tuck pike
Summersault in James Juice.
Send word, make merry love.

Hoily Houses Haunt the Oystery sauce.
The currents of Oysery in the Musselmen’s mind.
How to Oil the machine and then stir, sir?
Who distributes it, how?

Scallop filtration of nature’s Mouth pit.
The Dogon Dragon’s of ocean deep
Breathing black smoke
The mouth to hell.

Up comes,
Hermaphrodite of the black-gold waters.
Global eyes of the oceanic gleam
Where Ibskal speak of sea diamonds, pearls
Nommo booty.

Do not disturb the Calm mud.
Look Deep, look well , Deeper.
Lick the James Juice-oil, drink the poison
And ride the snake to the pit of Saint DEA,
Eat them all, spit fire and burn off.

To planet Exo-Clamboil.
Go drill land if you must drill.
Elders send word of Hopi,
Inducing Amanita Mollusca.
Sometides wash nutrients up Ripples of the great
Allrudy wish-ways, ripples and
Baron periwinkles dimples.
Smiles.

Chevrollop, clamswallop, wham, Bully Peakoil
Big Shh’ galaxy, in silence.
Sit ans send ‘word’ shaman styles.
Get roots, touch and ingest earth.

And inside the noble clam chamber
Mr. Mussel finds shelter from transfusions
And Cockledoom on a dinner plate. He says:

“Oh shil, you supermajor logo shystirs.
Rumble of waves around scalloped edge
Where Venus teleports - to visit ecstatic ten-thousand
Million hundred gallons.

And Brand new standards, drink the ocean ink
Of clam soup, Ingest the Hoily Ocean Extracts
Spit fire and burn of excess Vapourdiz

Wade through the bauxite,
Don’t step on our eggshares
Show foresight. Transparent business
Transparent waters, in soiled by fuel addiction.

Juice the wellwell markets, be merry,
Ppeak into these eggshawls. Schelp,
I need some clammy mammy?
Muscle and sperm of capitol, testoss and hydrocarbons,
Spilling on land, sea and air. Who’s share
Who...and how?

Thankyou, the pearls really shine.
500 Million years of Scallop evolution
Sculpted from chalk with tyme.
Real Crotch Oil spread and royal flush
Roe Smoothie ripple?
The synchro-swimming around,
Mixing a schaal Pink into the rusty current.

Shellfish swim for Global ecosystem
And it’s edges.
Interconnected, balanced, shared biological systems
Ecological logic and example, begging to be copied
By Human industry, ECOnomic.

The taste and the Zap,
Filtering compost on a sea-bed,
The underwater awakening like Fungus,
The Clam infiltrates the swill.
To Clam the cap, and Clam the leak.

Shell shaped filler, nature’s way has your answer
Physics of plugging.
Heaven and Hell,
The birth canal off Lucifer von Periwinkle and his
Turned Kingdom of Oilmen! Lo,
The Darth Vader, using modern technology:
The force,
To extract fuel from our mothers vitalorgans

The chatter and Swell at the centre of the Earth.
The Venus Princess and the Vulva of life,
New birth.

Up against the rig,
Marian’s well like a Mermaid's pool
Moist and as a peachy love nest.

Master of devices and of painted Green weeds.
Help us Grow. Overcome Oils vices.
A Pilgrim Artefact slyjacked.
Van Gogh’s Sunflowers stolen by British thieves.

Marian! Murmur and maid,
With comb and mirror,
Homeless, bedless.
Comb exchanged for a clam-pick to pluck
Our Lyre songs of ocean goddesses vs.
Godsoilmen.

Merry tinkles of shells and deep-blues for heads.
Shimmer of garments, skirt trim with coral.
Oh yeah, to schell the proof to buy the truth.
Can’t buy these shell shoes sir.
Only our boat is for sail.

Sea Red and sigil read
Backwards. Michelle, and her pink mantle.
Swimming with our vows
To explore the edges of the Sun behind
The sun, the Sirius star system of
Galactic ideas, focused on the Gulf Hole.

Elixir of Baron Periwinkle
To makes a tasty tipple.
A plug mixture, to cap the hole with a
Fungus cap. An intelligent goo.

A tale of a virus so vile to us! Oil.
With a treacherous hijacked Scallop
Snapping at your toe,
Hoily mollusc of Saint James,
Protect all sea life.

Claims the clams that a clamp down on
Periwinkle’s clump, a cap oer’ the hole to hell
Dive down and pry benearth,
Think.

The Venus Mermaiden’s
Have risen from the sea to show you how
She-sails.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Petition to try to save the What? Centre

WHAT? CENTRE TO CLOSE IN OCTOBER.

After 25 years of The What? Centre being in the Borough and helping thousands of young
people and their parents and wider family, we will close in October unless we can persuade the
Local Authority to make a ‘U turn’ on their decision to cut all of their funding for our service.
WHAT CAN YOU DO TO HELP US?
1.
Sign our petition either in the street or at the Centre
2.
Help to fill our graffiti wall with positive comments about the Centre
3.
Join our facebook
4.
Take some petition forms and get them filled in by your colleagues
5.
Email us with your stories about the What? Centre and how it has helped you on
thewhatcentre@aol.com
6. Help us with writing funding bids
7. Contact your Local MP or councilors or leader of the Council Anne Milward
8. Write letters to the newspapers, i.e. Stourbridge News, Dudley News and Express
and Star expressing your concerns.
Thank you for all your help, without you it will be impossible to have any hope of turning
around this decision. Telephone No: of What? 01384 379992. Address : 23 Coventry Street,
Stourbridge DY8 1EP.





Petition to try to save the What? Centre

Petition summary:The Local Authority has cut our funding for advice work. This means almost certain closure of the What? Centre


Action petitioned for:
We, the undersigned, are young people and partners of the What? Centre who urge our council leaders to re-think their decision to cut 100% of the funding they provide to this service

Signature
Address
Comment
Date

Please return this petition to The What? Centre, 23 Coventry Street, Stourbridge DY8 1EP
This petition will be presented to John Polychronakis, Chief Executive of Dudley Council & Anne Millward, Lead Member for Dudley Council

Friday, July 2, 2010

Who What Why Where When? Stour CLAY?

Up the Stourbridge Glass cone went our lonely hero.

Up and out the top of great Glass factory where

Stourbridge Clay lead to a Crystal meme sale
Of Wonka.

Royal Clay from the earth,

Mud and clay people, clay artists

And what is Industry? Who owns it and how?

Sandstone and Rocks of earth,

Geological formations, coal, bones, calcium

Oil are from the earth, how can we own them?

Who’s industry and patent, who’s business?

Earth business and man business.

Trees and paper.

Rivers and River banks.

The Indus Tree
The Rowen Tree
The Great World Tree
Twig Drizzle.

What is money and how did it get that way

In Stourbridge

Who set the gold standard?

How are Royals majestic?

Why no Glass pipes in Stourbridge?

Who’s pencil that draws the boundary

Who’s eye’s to perceive the line, the divisions

And divisions.

Who’s visions and translations of God.

Who’s Christ Jesus story,

Who’s pen, who’s now

Who’s when?

What Gods give the all seeing eye?

Who’s shepherd and who’s sheep?

Where in the small print?

What authority do you claim on this earth here?

Who’s feet and hands walked and dug,

Work for who and for what?

God and Earth, God or Earth.

Who measures the weight,

How did the instruments get that way?

What is your margin of error tolerance?

What about humans who did not vote

How can you represent us, Oh Politician?

How can you represent Earth or God

Truth and sanity?

How do you represent?

What media do you share, what is private

And what is public representation.

All property maybe theft,

All things may lead back to earth

Why laws prohibiting Marijuana and LSD

And tax breaks for Monsanto, Glaxosmith?

Open source education, on-line schooling

Open Source Omniversity is underway

I am a proponent of the shared arts of

Education.

We are the Maybe Logic Academy

See Magick, NLP, and Non-Euclidean politics.

We are the representatives of the Black Country

We draw the lines and erase the boundaries

We are the creative heart of the Blackcountry

Writers, poets, painters, sculptors, dancers.
What Royal stamp?

Art is our shared language of resistance

To reshape and edit our worlds, shared worlds

Shared Inhabited realities, built by urban Shaman

Shared through voluntary risk and struggle.

Artists and the equivalence theory?

10’000 hours of hard crafting and grafting

vs. 5 seconds it takes sign a contract?

And forward along the credit,

Borrowed from the Royal chest,

Bottomless, Jewel encrusted and in league

With the printers of the majestic paper?

Who makes the paper Majestic and how?

What economic knowledge?

Excuse me, usury?

Basic truth of fairness and equality

Humanity.

To have equal share of the profits

Divided honestly and equally,

Economics without distortion and the

Genghis Kahn virus:

The biggest and most powerful,

The richest and most brutal

Rule.

I present Open Source Economies

Transparency and new Social Credit systems

Employment seems a kind of disease,

Spreading bad business practice, bully boy tactics

Lawyer Run Capitalism.

The core of Conservative Rule.

The core of Deaf Labour,

And even the liberals hate the poor

What of sub minorities?

Why highlight something as flimsy as race?

To base wrongheaded policy and funding scheme?

What do you mean?

You do not represent me, my friends and my experiences

Within the territory you claim to represent.

In fact everything you say it is, it isn’t.

British Labour danced in a conservative agenda dressed in

Blood Red bondage gear.

Another Christian evangelical called Blair,

In league with Bush and Cheney.

Hello...corporal Malvern.

We have seen your continued conservative trickery

Over 34 years.

Every day in Britain, under the boot of the Big

London Banks, the Christian American Business

Partnership.

The discrimination against minorities,

Against self owning ones, against social co-operatives

From Thatcher to Major, to Blair, to Brown and Cameron.

No change in the crying game, the lies, the support

Of military intervention for private interest

Continued useless and failed, failing
Multi Billion Pound

War on some drugs, and the Irony of British Opium history

Poppy fields and Government Heroin cartels.

Oh, don’t start me to talking,

And backing up my lines with historical evidence.

Labour/Conservative, what is the difference?

Politics has become a business game show,

Played by some families with large fortunes.

Why do we love our Royalty so much?

And so our political leaders and goons that beg pardons

Beg spies and join the privileged classes.

The language of Army Majors, the

Mind of a serial killer and temper of a psychopath.

The role of a modern representative is best described as

Henchmen of the Devil and his
Lawyer Run Apocalypse

John Adams came to Town in 1786.

Lo! The gravity of the situation

The measure of damage and death, destruction

Globally based on British rule

Balanced with the great help we give foreign nations?

Our Industry and Heritage is the double cross system.

Getting the otherside to work for us,

Laywer Run Capitalism and Banking Monopoly

American, Dutch and Swiss Banks.

Abe Lincoln say what?

American, Dutch and English slavery history?

Why make a man work for what is inherently his?

The Earth and God within, without and throughout all men

All space and time?

What of light? Who owns light?

Can you really buy a star and name it?

What if the stars named you?

What is a Stourbridge Clay Kitchenette?