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"A change in language can transform our apprehension of the cosmos" -- Benjamin Lee WhorfFor Tea! EveVital. Adamending time. A silver and Gold bank heist. Libra scales to re-even the Universe. Two eyes to stabilize the tail blaze mazing grass shoots to Everest her shelfllyness. “Ninebinding fire. And this and that for the code. (break) Talevenom. Snake or a toadshake?” Rosé word juice. RISING RUST. Three times three cups of coolfinnale. Indian salt-rock and solid ground pepperol bound with cable-twine. Norrate my tit fur tattle tale chase across dale space and mountain, the general heart (whats going on) from old start to New Yurkinverse finnish and then around the pivotal middle part of the ride agrain.
Seriolcomically graytinge the audience (oh to have got this far) in a more and less almaziful exsponged universe, all under one merry woof. Cooking up rhymeless potato bits in their skins. Eat and fill you belieaf system with a ftpall tale. Some original sun of one original star. Recalli everyway of grain in infinite bamboo.
Cleanse tables with tumble minners. Plough stars, fields, grooves, canals, rivers, paths with a new stylus. Change your mind, change your stylus. Place the fonodisk on the turmtable mat sigil. Press power switch button provided at rear panel to the "ON" position. Remove any styli' protector. Push the start/stop button, (harder) the platter will start to revolve like the solar system. (Turntable). Move the tone-army to a good striking position over the record-disc. Put it down, put it DAWN on disc sigil. Playback of your recording will begin. Settle the speed to 33 1/3rpm or 45rpm with the "S"peed selection switch
To enable different interpretations of the disk. Move tone-arm to the armrest, take a break, when play has finished. Take a break. Push the start/stop button again and platter will stop/start. Like mind woot remains eternal process. Turn off the power. What remains? power. Now, Start again, now going down to your crossreads with old spirits like Robert Johnson. Revolving phonograph records from the lost legendary tomb of Osirius Irises. So hire us. A sea of Irises. Eye lid of the tomb open. Some late lost recording sessions last heard by human ears in 1963 to turn eons over night. Nine seal/calendars glisten, KNU dawn. Neinsten. Elvintwelve. This poem intended to be set out on the concentric revolving wheels of steel. Rawitherio.
And now the Eighteenth edition. July folly. 8/8/8 marks the bugining of a KNU woid Weasty beast. East West = Weast so rise like young bread loaves or a cock. Serve up my piece in seasoned sensimi buns, plenty advacado for the greening. Yin the begreening was the herb and the herb was grown fresh. Dang! Little Ms. Higgs and her Mayo-theory sucks it good. She's good to go down with me. Loosen' up her gob so she can hold down the cutting space job. Yo, sis what "iS" the prognosis? isness maybe an illness said ISIS. Cannabis Metempsychosis a Knu cure for the clap? The doc' said to me on thursday it might be Psychoneurosis So i went hΩme and read Pythagorus and smoked supergrass. Maybe psychobiology or neuro-psycho comedy? Cannabis Psychosis, Me or the plant that maybe the mystory? I am that which remains. You maybe what you don't shit. Thinking and feeling may not be divided so simply man, Mankind and nature, mind and matter all bleed into each other n' ceed one another. Mind and matter attractor one another. Diamond tipped Stylus, arcing. Snatching the Moon with the hand. Scratching the Sunfinger. Kite Messajair. Pass the Pea soup buddy, wash your hands after taking the piss, hide your them crying eyes. Surf the wake now, catch it, again, hatchit out here (Scratch routine) Spun backwords and 4words. All quartermans. Following a calendar craft to Naxos. Where love sets the S☀n
Open mouth drummers and jugglers Spin fluffy heart and sound head gonga puja., Four footed drummers. Sticky Poster bed of dreams. The skystarscape of Joy's barrel. Bound to happen like a bank krash. To Bond like crime families. Flemming and Donovan sickness. Become the psybercriminister of your new KULTURE. make friends of flesh, blood and strong backbone.
Turn word into gas. Our men alchemicalander OH! men. No less. A lisp. Where have your thoughts gone today? where has the pontiff of gone? Measure the shine of Sun and the Moon? What you got in the bank saved up? Tidal waves and Calendar reform. Reformation. Solar star burst blazing bird, burning paradise, ablaze. Now wet. Myceiling running of with the gloss. Creamy woolen gloss, grown in sheep shit.✐
Coordinates ↵ Berlin 1936. Rapallo. New York. Meeting in Hong Kong in June 16th 2009. GΩDiturΒΞR coordinates ➚ to equal 18.104.22.168:09. Testing testing. 8/8/8 missed. 9/9/9 dialled. Body of an idea Tattooed with pimples pointing ↕ to veins joining achilles historical bones and muscles together to make a new man, to make a new body of work whole. You'll see the novel. All history pressed together on a 78' in 09. Slowed down and spun backwords into the web. AMANTA MCARA. 5 & 6. THEN THE 384 words. Then 150 NOW images. Then the 250 NOW RADICALS. Swords sharp with style carefully concealed on a tortoise shell. These rhymes smell of corpsemanure. Calendar eclipse every hour, as you blink. Banks sign blanks. Birth of life and death every hour mind sours itself aweighting the tang. Minute, second-line beat. Of the street. Taste sweet to taste stour, now and then i still do. Start and Stopang . Always on. Needle drop like plough shares of the groove crops. Style drops , sweet like honeysuckle rose lozenge, honey of August 11th 1999, me upon St.
Michael's Mount with a drum head full of Clee'. Ken Kessey in Great Britain on eternal yellow bus trip over the cliff yops. 1999 culture blossoms on the trees of technology. Minidisc. Records of art and music. Getting high and making fun. The Rise of electromedia culture, rave festivals. Millennium on the horizon. I felt the tingle of a new day. 1999 culture blooming everywhere. The worlds poets stir. A Calendar shift. And a political shaft. A paradigm spift. Y2K bugs and lies. Government marketing on the new Y2K market. turned Y2K bug could be the Bush family. An unjust king is like a river without water.
Yew mite Fly before you have wings. Flea before you get nits. Tie a knot in Browns shoelice. Here Comes Everytea. Hold on while i atrickllout the emrgency vitaminute exit. SΩme hot, some not so velvety, not so heavy on the gravy tea, you feel the difference? recipe was passed around in an old middle English art museum like a Chinese whisper bar. Better watch yer time piece goin' in. (Geoglyfly-Tunes play loud) Garaj Banned! No parking in the Garaj. Hyperedited diarrhea on Fli-tunes. Shut down. Fli-book. Shot dawn. Past/present/not sure. Torture TV.
Vinylcyclic records totally recalled around. Disc world novel on progrist to the grindscore. Reversed imagineering, turning of the tongue screw driver. Combine and harvest her. ➚ Termtablists↑ Matching rotation, balance. Starting from scratching a surface tension, juggling with a talking and sound writing machine shinny. Radio-phonograph to make harmony of my ideograh feet tea. hehe. combo? nearly got it...Big idea, a jumbo Olympic novel of a tribe.
Adjustment of Horizontal Zero Balance critical. Innovative hi-Disk jockey on one hand, Marijuana psychosister blissjunky on the other. And a hidden hand. Locked up by jawtrap to a wordwyde web of intrigue. Breaking free from the industrial military market €co₦o₥y. Free as a fish. Signing off. splish splash, SJP Logged OUT the bloggs. You log out too. And Uprise update. Relevution. Publish and Surprise = informansion. Up like gas. A good haze, fungraphs retranslate inpot 21/12/6012 into flux'd up GUCT fields: Great Untied ConspiracyTextyle. Everythink. Only a mad-man is absolutely sure. Textstyle stolen from dog and cat pitter patterns. Up the Spirit. Rain. The moisture charge. Up! Living and dead. Get up with it! Here.
Calculations for a calendar pressed onto hemp-vinyl records 423. 9/9/99 g.o.d.i.s.t.u.r.b.e.r birthed a funny kind of spicetyme Bridge and croxxed over into software everyware. Skysoft Machine outyerface. The Nine's crossed over what? A ∜ine-hole to the Year Zero Zeroine. Aha...She in the cheese moon pulling it all in like a blog hole into history History! Misty memoirs sandwhiched. That bloody great dictionary of fundamental materialist facts incidentally recorded, now remixed on Mac's✎.
Everything and nothing swim everyware now, now in a Web deW 3D spice world. And then in 1936. And now 2019. So, lets' milk it a bit, suck on the tit with the spirit of capitalisimo (spits over shoulder). Massage the udder of all holy cows. Everything vanished. Cityscape varnished. Can you sell emptyness and space? SKYsoft hardball. Bank krash and rush to war. Ephemeral beings of deconstruction are eating reality. Butter not all of it, some. Phew, allmen. No authority can contain the froth coming all over, fluffy poodle furr and some bristles, pink nozzle cap to paint your puzzle black and write whats left. Stuck. When we have the interΩet we want, we will have no internet at all, Terence Mckenna once said.
First dei of the last Gnu Calendar becomes the fist newen day of a slashing re:∜olution. YOUR re∛olution. Guitars, Guns and Mcdope tales. The Daytoday everyday anyway everywhy. Now and Zenarch¥. Come find yourself in Real muntea-leaves left on the bottom of the China cup. Wordsmanship Sail it don't sell it. Free freestyle. Unleash the hounds. Pastaphysical' dazetyme. Versespice brewing in Escher's gra∛Υ-tea-pot. Putting the sky and her soft thigh's in the brew, a tricky task t get it all in the flask. The brew maybe, after all just the BREW.
A good high is from brews that stay brews. Taste cuts through the mask to the tang of the tribe. Lungterm calendoor open. Goods and gods exchanged at the market and men living and dead pass between media hosts. Para-webasites. Hosting media in their wallet made from houndog hide. Here have it. Ξver changing. Free energy, energy from the ❂cean movements! I imagine I'm on a raft smoking Chronic see-weed for survival of the seediest sentences. Web deW. √otion i-deep heat gets into your joints.
Winter windtaos glossed with writers frost. Writers block of ice melted and full of arctic Krillic. Ice flakes flaking like flaky pastry from grandmothers pencil in the moldy basemint lozenge. Madkind she was, and hir' Grit untied connexxtion with sΩme helper plants and industrious animal ancient waste management was exemplary.
Ruby cheery and technicolor pips in the cediment to revitalize Government. The Hempire writes back. New smoke. New vapor. Telepathick internet and the midwife rapping to get high. Misty models and Modus MBC development metaphors, so vape me on v'ape and rise! Poo word ΞntheΩ-genick of Cussa"out the bottle" Knit-Language Knot-slangwage servers & servers. Interknit. Outerknot. Jewels hidden in the Grind Oriented Jungle, hydin' Hedgerows and weary ways along powerful cafe' mocha swirl Bayou'. Rowan Berries and red breasted birds meet in Burgundy. Cats in Eve's garden fight for ginger snaps.
Ape's gobbling fermented fruits in their ape suits, Flies ice skate upon the fungus and continue rehabilitating the shitty environment of this page. Engage the age of critical political outrage. Revolved and evolved to resolve and remold such untold cold crap. Unfold this rap and Speakers erupt explosively, chaotically, symmetricalifornia dreaming. (THCeiling running) Sing, shout, dance boom, write through the dark Knight of the hole, breath Words with wings & fly thousands of miles.
I Cultivate plenty of fragrant dreampot & plant Δ galaxy of ..... with linguisticum & sweet grass on the puckered lips of a cliff ridge. HΩmegrwn. Wild Δstral winds carry spores of Δngelica The Magic plants grow tall with luxuriant stalks and sleeves. The author can reap these interacting media for psychological Medicinal and Mythological study when they come up. Fli laments when they go degenerate like withering Glovernment$ that criminalize Gods ancient Λmbrosias. Dressed in a suit Made up of fire-water magic barks buds and shrΩΩms. These misunderstandings do not phase me so long as i remain lofty and honest. Dropping on a high official hat i adorn myself with ornaments Crystal Snakes Feathered Eagles Jeweled Toads Pink Dolphins Fruit flies Red Ants Black Panthers.
i lament when my fragrant fragments get mangled with the filthy Aristotelian News pre$$. My moral characters are never harmed and corrupted. New Woid born perfect and pure. GraffItI Bastards from Artemisia Mountain, you'll see, at peach dawn flying. I Arrive at Machu Picchu around blue dusk grapes. i enjoy a full $top. Facing engraved gates of an immortals' Temple--the sun set-tango--i order Ronin' the chauffeur of the sun of sΩme good or another to levitate his holy lawnmower, so avoiding the Machu Picchu Mountain Where the son comes in and sets like honey along the long winding and Far-far reaching mellow brick toad-path, up up to ◗ha❍sm❍s' and down to botanical terra i will seek Hallµcinations↵
Ad finitum. Irises Osiriuses. Coming out from the United Snakes a market system that rewards those who wield the most power. Mostly white and mostly male market power. Bull market shitters. Some make it to other lands, Some don't. But around the turning of the 21st century in the kindred spirit of participatary self-management these calloused fingers press down on the pen in my hand. Ad Astra A Priori. To swim with the stars and what came before them. I am the O.O.O.ZE that remains.
A Monk with a Bird on a Trane for Miles daydreams...Blue thunder thumbs hammertime at the half notes, Weeping willow greyellow looking pretty Wes Montgomery. Art Blakey's drums of experience, Stix glossinging to animal skinheads. Like a Taoist typesetter Thelonious fingers do the talking. Hornet Coltrane Ellington. Fitzgerald Pharaoh, the New jazz era. Annali√ia Elvin Jones. Afro-Jazz machine setter. Smiling physicist. Growl Unifried C'onspiracy Theory of music. Hall of Records. Irise Osirises. A Unifried sound-field theory device, a recipe, or sheets of sound? John Coltrane the sub-atomic physicist. GUCT Professor. Alice Coltrane - timetraveling. Mother Harpist, Mythological scholar goddess. Kept Reel McCoy - Ravi Pharaoh Moffet Harland - theology goods. inside the wheels of funk - Sissy strutin spun Clockwork - Meters reformation. ESP direct sustained Magus. Miles ahead. Above, and beyonder. Maybe thats what you wanted? Potting string theory quilted with great united "Jolly Grant Green Fields of Golden fibers. Charlie Bird, Donald Byrd. Playing babyskyblue spells, Birds flew far. Wind and the stars. Eris D. messaging semtext through Thymine, add nine to Fli-sightozine, glossed flash-magazine, clips, amino Aceed in the out-House. Her, her seemingly her. Hot, spicy. HOT. i run to the loo to vindicate my Manhattan with Projectile vomit. New Principles of Pist modem' ☏ kulture, always "on". The floor sleeping. Suspended from a Newyorkshire washing line, drying in the wind with my aunties blΩΩmers my Dad's sock draws and my Mothers shoe rack, and my Sisters summer collection and the baby skyest blue boy clothes. Notooth animations. To combat .Gov profiling for their hypermarket world ✠rder requirements. Myjams as a guide for reconfiguring realtea with gravy tea. United brewing. Cook. Garden home to 7 billion l❁ve critters. Stirred up with a quest for cream to cover Oatybix.
thoughts disappear into spice's shorts. Spice sprinkled onto half an apple. Me, myspice and Fli-pod? Wires to my ears computer entangled like kites mangled in a sughurricane. RnAngel messenger on the wind. Ribbon Zoe. Knotted panties. Moisture, curvature of a saddle. Me mind spiraling criss crossed from my hip to my head. I ate a jovial turntable companion with a good memoria.
"For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending!" - James Joyce.Puns n' Mcdope. Salt rush to the river, no, reverse that. Two revoluti❁ns spinknittin' upon deux Term-tea-bell pla☤☤ers. Duality-duality man. Two wet tongues to take shortcuts. Mouth cavity, eye, wing. a termhole opens to another world-word. Clicking and whistlung Synchronosly like Flipper “in-phase” with one another. Termteabells rung, sung our Knu worlda sang. A sweaty stink-footnote to the Porpoise corpus. Spinning dubble. 32 copies of noodle soup-string theory sealed into vinyl records. 64 sides. Or 39 records to have 78 sides, maybe playing a 78 RPM. Stacked and nestled together like C.D's. Phonographic Motherplatters: old technotronic green dinner plate spinning and serving up bite sized revolutions. Mensa Prima. Maybe-vinyl maybe no longer viable as a medium of the TT tribe on purely environmental grounds. Vinyl records made from oil grinds. And blood in the compound. Final scratch please be my bitch. A plastic culture or a siliconture? Spinning my mind to Hemp vinyl solutions down the river, records Molded on Cusp. Pressed on the Bough. Signed sealed delivered. its Jawz in 3₫. Edible records maybe next. Smelly records. See scratch and sniff. Nutritious compounds that hold permutations of words into mumbers and vibrations and 1’s and Zer❂s. A back-machine-back time. Knowwhat i mean-time. Organism-as-whole turns books/albums into ingredients mixing toolz to Cruz like time bandits; bound in hemp fiber and vinyl and tree beard trimmings, phoenix rising through acrilacyclic innovations. illustrated by beatboxers and scatters, rappers, hornspeople, turntablasts, and psychotic canal bus folks. From beneath the Lodged stone in the old creek a water-bugs mitten has reached into the sun light. Unwrappin its neurological harpoons. Reaching other suns, planets, cΩmets and moons. Lampooning hooks fishing for ole illuminatea cooking books on the shelf next to the tea. i have 123 text files open and A'Dam"s weed eve'ryware. HΞRΞ CΩmes ΞvΞrybody in their metempsychosis. A last surge against fundamentalist materialism. in defense of dream. The Utopia Psychosis. The experience and realization of ϕur desires. In a silent way Miles runs down the voodoo.
Who talks a lot at the turntable will leave it hungry. Eat Agarik, its some kind of fungus from the Latin agaricum, from Greek agarikon. This maybe my Agarik❂nspiracy file. Sweet Flock whore. Dramatic fanatic idiotic robotic word machine comes clean. Whistle Pissing Sonata. Stoned melodramatic agaric. All that is, is metaphor. Acrillic figa it out yo! Axi❂matoxic in high does. Aromatic agaric but toxic. Turntable static tingle taste of Agaric. Wholly Cha❁! Cinematic stinking Fungus, fun gloss agaric antibiotic, auntie bionic, old tea, drink and be merry agaric, speaking semi-automatic and almost hypnotic toxic, toxicating, intoxicating, symbiotic intoxicating king of beers, and sewers. Turning to Howords Way and immediate spacetime date tinter technology, lung wordsmanships but bogged down in a war on culture. Language and sensibility. They put holes in my raft. Hegemony, monotony, monogamy. Sturch choirs in chorus. The Spooks that spiked us? Straight authority figurines. DO Poetry, Join the Battle of the ₣rench Canadian Bean Field Souper men. Make it KNu. A stew. Make it brew Ha Ha. Unstoppable. Unknowable. Unthinkable. Your Mom. Love. Sweet FA spray particles of rim. Nine portals "driving storm" to Butter-table-minster. 1776: Starport "licks". Forged keys. Unlicked lockgates. acrillacked restraint. Daisy-chain makers arms scaffolded. Lock, key, gate. Bow, crescent, chicane and curve. TAO BE LATE! Who banks with river banks anymore anymore. Oh shit Diaper backward spells repaid. Who's getting laid and paid with aid.
Sir Cuxmscribe this? circulation round that, the hole universe? Coercing verse “ching” rhymes into no time at all. Inhale of the gob. “Alpine celery scented Wine-tenths of the law of the smell” Youniversang maybe at-tension and terse” ”Maybe we traverse faith-based purse pirates with pens. Swallowed hole by the GOO.” OmniversO to word routes. Touching nine advice adversaries. Writing for L’Amor, without payment. For word, beast and play! Moneyverse contains a maybe. Unsubscribe from the ingsoc tribes in exchange at nine months from 0mega 12 date without any issue. Now, lazing atop the mathface of Everest, hot rock the page and the hole universe opens into a flaming chorus quite cozy. Old wire strings threaded, Cotton threaded, Maze, pea vine And air music--Threaded into a Delta Frog Chorus. The commodity culture snakes in their fancy lear jet-planes, with their red-whisky snarl, sitting in a silver rimmed black leather chair Signing-up entertainment. The commodity culture snakes set ambush...waiting for their steer to get plump.
Then POP. Brooklyn, NY, London, UK Rave culture, Hip Hop culture Electronic music culture, Hijacked by snakes, A slippery contract, Criminal Justic Bill Delivered with a red Lizards smile. Starve em' drug em' Deprive them of balanced taoist principles Fatten them for POP! Military-Industrial-Agricultural-Media snakes. Silver surf Washboards, penny-whistles abalaze Glimmering tin wash-pots Pans and wooden framed devices, SΩmething to tap that beat from the air Something to Snap that moment in half, and in half again. To be watching together, Fat snakes slither off with the sacred--Cultural artifacts and our songs, now made in their image as their motherfucking songs. The living are denied a turntable; the dead get a whole DJ coffin. Re-Recorded, renamed, re-interpreted, Stamped. Claimed. Secured. Time-date stamped. Officialized. Cock blocked. Serp means "to creep". A single conversation across the turntable with a wise mon maybe worth a month's study of books. Blook who talking.
Unfurnished symphony of Galactic randyrants including sΩme Tabala, Termteabell, Bass and Drums inspirations. Some riverrunning stink-footnotes: Poisonous in high doses but psychedelic (or at least deleriant) in small quantities. Why read on? Don't you want to know what happens to me, who Penzme? “it’s incomprehensible it's transcendent, so, who knows?” Stephen bleeding apple “prose” Logic because sir... i wish to avoid steppin on Kant's TOE's. Mebbe Telemachus Sneezed because a ₤ly got up his nose. FL-I exploit Reason Looping quantum gravy-tea and cakewalk around the wok. At a round turntable there is no dispute about place. Digital feedbackfeed for the quackenbush's. Myway Mλspace Metempsychosis and "i". Hot green Flasks and a "V" masks, a novel on a plastercast. Fancy diamond encrusted ruck sacks on Santa's back. More back-feed for the sheeple, ya herd two records backtoback and into phase woid. What do you turn on, when you turn on? Sweetspots on yr/ tongue have sealed a saliva penship crafting sound bubbles of uncles Quantum Stubble field (ft.1) (Slingshot FLY). Agaric whipping a particular side of the funk, X-Y-Z under the leaky sink pipe. Witch side you on? i got a billion things to do with just one Euro.
Now i work as a mcdope dealer. A Golden Apple-logic juice bar - citrusapple-saap with the flying ointment? Ya with Pro-Logic sauce and green-tooth fairies and their Fli-Phones you build your TAZ zones. Nobody told us either that their would be days like these. August the wind whipping down and the Apple and the dumper-tree and the wind again, i the wynd Teleplugafunkin zip files full of flies crook of lies. True DAT. Teleport miss-elves as flies like brundle through time on a termtrible spindle (Axis) and so everyone else too not just me but you all into the future, as Sonny Ra did! Peacefully with music and just 111 quantum gravy-tea bags! A beautiful old 1976 “Seal Calendar" (Vinyl record) from the year of Dragon,
23ml boiling water, a Tzolkin mop, Finnegans Wake, i mean not to drag on, two FLi-Pods, a lighter, green-tooth wyrelisp, Two Tribetable Tanks, a “to be designed” KiTEBANNER! saying "The Answer"" Sackremnets, pillows and as much fresh fruit as you can muster into your jacket pockets. Like it or not your coming along. At Noon blootooth Apples 21/12/2012.✜ Spring pushes a-head, Un-born. Seed of coiled soil.
Fable spun and fumbled on a Churnteabell. Chair ladder winding up to the cherch of starry wisdΩme, Vinyl of soul flux serpentia, de:chorded, skinned, brewed and Buried in the heart of the Eagles nest like Gehlen. Langdon toun languaging to stay awake, awake in the smoke, Shemanism and the spinning sheminism speeds up post millennium.
The great unwine. Spundigits cast great yarns to the SKYgudz. Up skirts to god knows where. Early Spring Blossoming LING. Eternal flower Power, pink flower chirpsong lamint. Li Sao. Peace RAW. End of WAR. Peace and thanks for the ride. Ewige Bloom and Craft. Revolution begins in the minds of the people's people people party PPPP. Anita kissed me on the temple of my mental. We started to process in sex sex cycles to heaven heaven heaven. Six cycles and sex cycles, over and over. Seven again. Angel engines blend hemp into polyvinyl elixirs. Babbling in brooks. Waiting for the blootooth storm. Cycling and wurring of Art's Sunbelts, turning like the clappers hands above rubbing and manipulating. Fingers burning red as nails. DJ/VJ lookingfor a wet BJ. SΩme hottie to rub on their dubs and set Sub keel to breaker breaker. A burnt out Tesla coil covered in mold on the hillside in the shape of my heart. Creeping fungus up Eve's 300 ft. axistree
Junglistening one, and not listening two you. The Birds. The Bees. ∄nd of history. Young table runts and Little Lab nutters invent new worlds, the bugginging of the word. New time as the Emerald tablets turn like candy mints around your pink gums. Many yarns away. Unravelling the lost lungwaj of tyme traveling shemanism. Vine looking threadlocks require keys to the doors to eternity, The sacred mushroom, please dont get croxx.
De-chording results from an aural reading: icaro-graff John Deechorded, unmasking the con-sealed national pleasure of Deception, detraction, contracts and contricks. Laser D'chirp Scribble. A decentral plot to prevent singing or telling the tribe with fresh gusto as the good ale And the good vibe. The brews and their absence from the news. Other than in the context of psychotropicture, death and negativity. Testing the sixth sense and the absence of presence. Like the woft of Absynth Da vine de:chorded.
Mycelium decorded. Guantummy toms entangle in our G U C T. A fuzzy chord rapped around and woven into whole cloth. Youknitted Superstring HAZE to make the truth. Knitting tales together of characters made from ole cloth. Stitch in time brings vine Flight-sigh indras net; spider Web deW hosting morning dew drops of star stuff, Fruit of the loomatick, spinning VRmL from her womb. To tackle the big problems i scrape the barrel. Ummm i smell what you mean steve. identical sacread twinnings,
Stephan and the Reel world reeling as the rechord spins in sync, counterclockwise down the sink. Reality undergoing update through metempsychosis. The D# chord beginagains to unravel the mystory fleece uncovering a Farce. Eight faced. Sounds goed. Grit is what it maybe. Love is the Neurolaw, LOVE under will.
If man be a river, then woman will be a bridge. You NUIT! Why swim against the Rivers flow o' pink salmon, yo, you awkword buggers, whatcha doin? Spore't for all you .Gov spokes machines say. Free Swimming facilities for every man, wΩmen and child on the planet, maybe some day? Just did it! Start planning your punning strategically.
➝ Read Lao Tzu aloud at your local zoo loo. think to feed and clothe' the world with words while your at it. Cover everybody, be sure to include everybody, not a man, women, child, or sentient creature left out. Swim. Keep floating now chile, hold on, keep afloat, keep your lungs full of air and hope, inspire, like big bag pipes. Vapor sacks full of ideas, let off in a haze like Tao and Joyce.
Fli write of Swimming knot winning. Joy of less gravity. One day a painted pool. Pissing. Like writing sensibly about music. Damn pissing. The rhythm the rhythm. You can't smash water. it moves. Smash the thing with a word-whig or whatever but still. Slack Country revolution in the minds of the people. Ain't nobody's music business what we do. Got to come in some word or another. Swimming appears action. Verb, a doing-process pool that everybody can relate to. Stroking Wet Verb that leaks for itself. Fluid-hydrodynamics, taking your heart mind, blood bones and pumps for a ride.
Swimming the metaphor for spreading Butterfly strokes, illuminated by the structure of its NAT-lungwaj, Slimy facts and springboard statistics tumble turnovers and leave behind tatty scraps of post web jizm. Nake with nothing to hide. Warts and all. On a beach with beads as the inteface to universal fabject matrix. me Steven Pratt as fly Agaric 23/Acrillic. Visualize Amazon, E-bay, Google, Wikipedia, Facebook, Myspace, Apple, Nasa, and as yet undefined "intelligence system" i am forced to call GUCT until next year. G U C T 30 “Seals.” My memory palace scatter'd scents. Letturd Word Peace.
Relax, easy glide past micro dot bubbles. Troubles melting ever-changing. Swimming lungwaj Swummu' has meaning to JAM's. Kicking out the Jams in a lake or ocean, the etymology visible. Swimming verbs. Upward fountains and in touch with the entire skin-surface, at all times. it retains the creative impulse and process, visible and at work. Swimming like a fish. Spacetime variables increase vastly when totally-immersed in a watery Ænvironment. Seven leg beats to one breath Gasping for oxygen, again, Seven kicks from each flipper, No gills, must breath oxygen, Swimming for liquid fitness, nogills.
Swimming seems hard to swallow. "is" comes from the Aryan root as, to breathe. isness is an illness, forgive me. "Be": from bhu, to grow." Leisure Swimming, free and easy basking. Times seem great in the Black Country. Leisure time and a leisure calendar enforced by the Leisure center between the eye socket. Rigorous exorcise for lung-bags and deep breathing apparatus. Legs, arms, neck, feet and torso too. Mind body spirit submerged with the other. Blood pumping and circulating; nutrition for the chakra leisure Centers.
Resurrection and uprising of the lyforce. Like the Tao, the more you fight it the more it overcomes you. Like Television & LSDJ's. Psychosis becomes Metempsychosis.
2012: 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic Probabilities of a Grit Conspiracϒ Against sombunal of the Religious Hypermarkets and Occupational Governments of the Weast. Stinkfoot. Pulled up from the murky depths with a winch by Grand Unified Cons.piracy Theory. All-ways in fluxperson narrative editing of connections. How to communicate it. Censoring postings and blocking messages, deleting files, immunity from the freedom of information act! NO That seems to block peaceful telecommunications.
Peace cΩmes of teletelecommunication. Calling all nations, calling all nations. Lazarus rising seems Symbiotic with Drosphilia behaviour after ingesting Spanish Fly. Treemaysons established May 1st 6006. in the hemple of the mental she spins to the Weast in cycles. Treemayson - fastest pollinating meme in the English language 2008. Become one or two with a global fraternity of upstanding well grounded tree Thothers and sisters. Join, get a tax cutting. A hanging basket of fl✾wers if you join before the Winter Solstice 2009.
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DREAM #1. 11.00 AM. 9:11:99. Jym Waterhose and myselfs are in a purple Vauxhall Polo going through the Malvern Hills on a mission. We pull up into a chalky gravel driveway; the rubber tires make a percussive crumpling rattling sound with the tiny pebbles. We meet our friend Mo, and some other Oriental looking people gathered around him who appeared very friendly. All inhabitants left the village in an instant. Another Oriental looking man appeared with a large, ornately decorated bowl containing multicolored mushrooms in many shapes and unfamiliar varieties. We combine a selection of the mushrooms into a large cooking pot and slowly bring it to the boil while chatting and greeting one another. The tea is served up into a shallow bowl for each of us. We sit and drink the magic tea.