Saturday, July 19, 2008

WORD PIStolS. CHAPTER 10. Brown Rice ObaMaze

SHANNANIGUMS WAVE BOOK 1 CHATER 1B by flyagaric23

"There is no law governing all things." --Giordano Bruno.


Liberty Caps freedom hats red blue and groaning. Subtropical spicetyme. Tapereelist tribe-tables bend tone like thermo-plastic. "Through the door". Cliche background ambience/history Scratching foreground, details, variables, syllables X-women, genetic modifiction of muzick. Sip hup tableturnizm, wheels steel turning historical records of an uddergrind movement forwards and backwards. Everyware House ℗arties. Block parties. Weed festivals in your moms shed. Street knowledge. Now highjinxed by .commercials.

Amplifiction of spinning vinyl reveals sacred records of 200'000 mystical Microphone schools, dictatorship set sail for ALL who rap on stage. An uddergrind movemint of green anarchrist philosopharoahs - from the breadline. Fenollosa Street entomology in fast forward. + 8 and letters oozing off the wall. interruption and static noise, skipping and phase shifting. From out of chaosmos comes order and beat juggling. Flipping mind n' moodies like apple pancakes pun a snot skillet. Clashing hi-hats Bonjour and shaolin swords flash tongue tinted glimpses of Brooklyn 6010 E.V. blurby melody modulation getting fo'furry Fo'Fuzzy Freaky Bro. Dubble gaga db. Bound over with electric goo. Transcribing acoustic soul-rebel Miles journey into G's for eternity -it seems - Feet Davis tripping, Over Buttered Tickets, over battered Lord Cobhams triplets, lets go everywhere man. The great key to the wheels maybe Joyce’s Finnegans Wake. The words burning at stake.

LiveeviL. get up with it! i Lost my flip flop at the High Sierra Music festival. Somewhere else in there man. Got the Tahoe blues. Deep and shimmering. Oh yeah baby. Super Syncopated tidal bridal to bee. Smoking Hot inside. A Mountain lady. Delta greetings. Surprise bluesman. And clouds. Gabby Frisel. Mixed drinks. Clouds, trees, squiggles. feat. monsters. No parking and the shitcooler. Lurie. K23 and your Clouds Mashed up Mothers of inventions still unamed. Janover and drum circle orchestration magic.

Hot hips, Her Mountain spirits, awake the groove conscience. Absolute dissapears behind a shrub. Blending Ranges meltone. Bliss of the conspirators. Tide Williams ten miles high. Another dreaming scene: Wonderland. Mcfadden funk. Skerik's funk medicine done the trick. Perpetual Peace in. Banana joy. Old clouds, marshal Frisell A# Syncopated, old grooves. Blue Bill 70 lakes jeweled musemeant wonderland. Everyone's fun paradise. Perpetual And Jazz yonder. Pffting myself with joy. Sitting with myself. Meltone delta mountain Mastersounds and Hot orchestra. Bridges between bands. And seductive clouds.

Folklore maybe another Union. in abundance. Sleeping ocean in claypools sky. TwoNaught is beyond Bliss. Breathing together the poets conspire. Like a Sufi power house or a Catholic Choir To get higher, to connect and inspire, Poet as conspiracist, comedian - physicist. Putting the previously unseen into their frame The poet pushes red wheelbarrows full of joy and Pain, glossed with moisture from the early spring Rain. Mcveigh, JFK, CIA, Kroll associates and that day of .Gov sponsored Terror. Conspiracy politicians smuggle cocain into the public brain freshly prepared in vatican city, Basara, Kabul and back again to US/UK. Poets watch politics with bright yellow cat-eyes, watching from a concrete jungle book, tuned into the Zebra Traffic. A global political drug trafficking conspiracy.

Breathing together, sitting up straight Meeting underground, in cyberspace, this conspiracy Has no face, it's utopia: a no place "PLACE" Connect with enemies and kill them by Making them friends. Grand Unified Conspiracy Thoery Never ∄nds, its never ends. Poets conspire with the other, the invisible other, The side, the darkness, the unknown, the sound of Heavy breathing from moldy basements and greasy cafes Poets conspiring for shits, giggles and laughs. Confident poets connect the words with the things in a KNU way. A shopping trolley becomes a new constellation Within the milky way. A phone a wand, a thought a pond. Splash.

While measuring the s'peed of light, a grey moth flew into my bedside candle flame. i blinked and the experiment was over! The taxonomy of human experience has become unbound, pages Fly to all quarters, flipping as the wind breezes around them like leaves. Classification has become declassified, mankind and nature have fallen in love for the sixth time. History has fallen as single pages of papyrus onto a great fire. Charred and scolded fragments collected and compiled once more into a new historical compendium by desperate scholars, eager to preserve the static curse of civilization. YU Wen? Now Sing a harmoniously alternating interplay of opposites. i got a solution to slave labour - free labour!

The Hardback cover of my book contains a word processor, and the new mental bluetooth (Grey filling) which enables research and drilling into your local surrounding, so you, iTS YOU time-space bind into and go beyond searching in your local environment to achieve grounding, and now and then expanding your understanding of "the word", the word goo hoo hoo spilling all over you, already in every gland, so gland. Vessel and neuron wrestling like Hulk Hogan and Big Daddy. The word, the word. i know! Ain't that absurd. And everything named by the mighty authority, so unashamed by their neurosis, my way, my REALITY "iS"

real TV bank news maddness. And so the un-named and the dead are waiting here with me, us waiting patiently for the passing of the word, its going to be like 30'000 years of accummilating Souls, its gone. Released simultaneously worldwide like the word of the rings. Soul explosion, telepathy and galatic memory regained, and truth and culture reclaimed. "Rapremolded in Custardy" He sang, mixing a muffin in his puffin apron, adding a touch of saffron - "there, there, that'll wake up the neighbors.


As the stars fizzle out the wind brings the Sun. Grandfather time passes on as another motherfucker gives birth. A Weenager stabbed in the black white another makes hot jungle love. A church constructed as an upright institution crumbles. Fungus decomposes then up sprouts a bed full of roses for free. A child dies and brings life to a heart donor patient. Unbalance, bioenergetic charge, release; balance restored. A butter dΩmestica flaps its wings and an F16 fighter jet kills 100 in a flash. The apple maybe eaten so the seed can grow again and apollonate. Big Brother gives way to his little sister.

Rain gives way to Sunshine. War makes room for peace again, Women makes man makes women makes women. Nurture animals to eat and humans to die. Black birds sing "caw" from their nest of cycles. A stunning repertoire of harmonic gears. Wind and stars. Words and lights. Jimmy Calendrix pulls out a lighter.

Chimera of TW❍ Millennium bugs from furtile bogs. its futile gods. Don't disturb her. Kode values 9/9/99, the usual data appears absent. Shut down. Nines to mean shutdown. History shotdown. Silly billy, immediate spacetime date tinter technology, Silly bad science, silly bad market practice, infantile adults fire their giant catapult computers, bogged down in their war on culture. Hegemony, monotony, monogamy. Sturch choirs in chorus. Straight authority figurines.

So DO yr/ best ever Poetry, make it Gnu now. Make News read itself. Reset compass of self. Make what you wish for real. To squich the evolution of i-language into your sandwhich. A plant/animal interface between kultureally reengineered values. Fresh fruits. Ephemeralization. And now pull back. Let go your mhold. Man made baths invented for physical maths, a Swimming pool to find your roots chlorinated. No need for helmet, gloves or tuff boots, we're nearly naked, exposed are our Swimmingin flows, naked poets. Muscles and mind developing alternately, bilateral breathing. Aqua yoga. floating in a chlorinated Satori. Each stroke a human symbolic picture/poem. FluiDhyDro-Dynamix. Slowing time by changing perception of patterns. An exhibit of perfected homo-sapien fluidity. Sonny Boy Blues.

I dream of Swimming free as salmon in local Rivers - a running water womb world where wonderment dwells, horizontal movement through liquid sarafilm. flipper feet and ruddy arms like birch branches versing, the rushing sound of sea shells turning about my ears, wigglung through H2O self-propulsion, human motion, an instinct carried down from our former lives as fish in the womb like ocean. The transaction/strandslation of evolutionary advantages bitween dna based life and non-dna information programs jamaudio viruses and moosickal genres and their relationshits to the natural word word. Buzzing natural word. Howling barking, vine.king singing barking. Form and function.

WEB of Varela and Frobernius, Von Humbolt, Agassiz. Come journey with us. Let the wind speak. She blows saliva droplets. She looks spitting image. Moon shine. Jeweled net of indra. Dancefloor meme distribution through pootion. Audio everyware and everywhen - electroclashing cults sound like R2D2 and Mahler drunk out of their tree. Drug-tech interface inyerface.

Processing Lasagna pie. Prose logic. Reason. Rebirth. Acid. Fruity unloops a bra strap. Mixer mixer. Sampledelica. Q-bus rerouting. Prose-Tools for stoned monkeys. Use em if they bruise blue like algae. Grooving towards a greening of the wires, turning power cables into organic vines woven with ivy and blue bells - an ambient zoopharmacognosy, zoomoosickology and junkle teschno. Animal knowl.edge. Cutting like leaf cutter ants. Premeditated, instinctive animal/insect self-medication.

Reflected, scattered and refracted through audio software manipulation, hedonick tonic engineering, interfaced through moosick culture. Head banging and rams, break-dancing, dervish dance, spiral dance, circle of fifths. ❍ctave shifts, 4ths.

Tap dancing crickets, songs of the humpbacked wales, bioacoustics, wolves, species inebriation through harmonic convergence, propelled by computer technology enabling synthesis and adaptive evolutionary advantages. Etymology, dictionary, wikipedia, googletube, rhymezone, annthesaurusagram i-server, thesaurus of open source democracy. Typeofgraphic apocalypse/revolution. Hivemind, swarm bass, insectoid glitch-core, illbient virus, Sound-clash, fusion, mashups, remix, rubdubs, Acapel' and instrumental. To distinguish the evolutionary adaptive meme's from our cultural inheritance and go on to spawn further off shoots, sub-species, audio viruses.

Spread with phonograph Termteabells, MP3 player-producer, c.d.'s, amplifiers, speakers and Microphones. Nature seduces us into becoming Microphones. Rhymuz, painters, dancers, sculptors, experimenters and communicators of will. To construct knew lungwajs and meanings appears to be a poppular trait of intoxication, when you can visualize the words coming out from your mouth, morphine into the things that you are thinking of you might spare a thought for animals and plants who speak in a very strange foreign lungwaj to us. Sociobiological epistemology and exotictacky notions, reflected through human culture and re-deployed into the political arena. A rusty-red flamingo fire. The first man homo-sapian? Diksap? and nectar, eating leaves, berries and roots roots.

Mixtures with saliva, muscarinic antagonists, chicken poop power, Human copying and learning throughout evolutionary history from the self emerging trends seen within the animal and plant kingdom. Animal righteousness, human species chauvinism, extraterrestrial directed panspermia. Oh my goodness! Bicyclopaths. Trams, prams, scooters, boats and hybrid bikes, bikes bike-baskets, brakes. No stopping the courtesy here. Bright Summer dresses. Bells and brown leather saddle bags. Pretty and unbuckled, goodness cycling, blue-eyes peddle-past, wrapped in jeweled shawls.
"They shall come to know good." -- James Joyce, FW
Knitted rainbow garments, crisscroxxing. Bridges. Sun set in the bike lane. Freewheels fanning lights. Unwobbling. Holding a cell phone, looking prissy. And canal path navigation not a problem. Oh my goddess! To be a bicycle seat! Transfixed by spinning wheels, 60's brand new and retro. Bicycling catches onto me. Heaven colored Hemp cotton pants get pulled Taught. Right in front of my oogles, Ripples on a sail, the south coast of Spain. The cotton flaps flapping to the vibrations. Caused by the stoned cobbled street. Silent, luverly transport. Yea, critical Tits, like critical tits NYC "i thought" A yellow submarine with wheels passes by. Yellow decorated, bright yellow. She: Wearing skyblue dress, lime shoes, Panda bear coordinated shoe laces. Rosy faces, puckered up. And never out of breath. Fragrent air right "HEre" Local folks? dressed like queens, noble looking busy, customized, jaw dropping and also on bicycles.

Oh my gooddess. bikes long long before death monsters: cars. Guctters get smudged Golden by confetti from giant trees. Love symmetries have the same gauge coupling strength as Knee high boots to a grasshopper. Hot Pink spray painted frame, an inviting. Wicca basket, and a chestnut colored handbag. Khaki drab saddle bags and bouncing along. "Ding Ding, A belle belle". A continuous cyclical drama, some characters have historic patterns. On scarfs and satchels. My hearts skipping beats now, each leg/thigh movement makes me sweat a little, Oh Bicycles. Such a wonderful mode of travel. cycle back to Amsterdam. "When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane." by Steven wright springs to mind.

Swimming knows no grammar, Paddling is also verb; action-in-things and infinite flux of spreadsheets. Water seems like the love of my Grandma'. Splashing to guard our Swimming life! Running finngers through a complex liquid medium. Life in flames and two ducks swim from my mouth: Swimmemejig edutainment. Like the sudden up-blaze of fountains. Youth sprouts with harmony in water, i learnt Swimming from pink Dolphins. in the womb i did the backstroke. Where else can you imitate frogs, from a kind of spawn, kicking and a Beautiful butterfly-stroke, with simultaneous dollfinn kicking and stroking?

The Midland District Championship sponsored by E$$O; Swimming through oil, i don't think slow. gue? so. Human moves as porpoise, hydrodynamical You see Swimming around the blackcountry canal grooves i picked up a slime-like scent of the transitive smells from industree and poverty sloshing about together. Still. Black Country cheer no matter the weather. Times seem bloody hard as nails around these stolen parts and trails. Not much spacetime for moosick, poetry and Heart, Most generally speaking this damn near whole wreaking Belongs to porpirate Capitalist old farts. Listen up. Nuckle down, nuke-up, think for yourselves and start speaking. Your mind underwater attenuates itself naturally to local environment Swimming should be guarded and protected against injustice, irreducible misrepresentations, exploitation by gobernments. See shape shiffter and spirit lifter in the mists of her web dew. 23320 "I's replaced.

Forrest TV Channel 7 interruption broadcast: 64 phase sono' "GRAM" poem. Deo/hexa/nano/stereo/spheno/ocillow/thermo/holo/pento/para/helio/chrono/phono/iso/spiro/electro/tan/epi/kilo/logo/sono/caBle/electro/auDio/tri/chromato/tele/heiro/christo/Data/zymo/Dia/micropro/veno/histo/radio/poly/parallelo/tetra/pro/opto/myo/spectro/aero/crypto/arthro/Deci/hecto/phraseo/spectrohelio/skia/tacho/ana/entheo/morpho/photo/organo/petro/syno/acrillo/phono/fnorDo/mono/milli.

Silver scales and gills, contrast butterqueen the ocean and the wine coral. Look beneath the pine trees and the Birch trees and the hills, my colour spills from Left brain to right brai. From foreground to background and from black to white through "ON" messaging textual contrast, although here my background appears wood brown, my foreground glass black text. Look. The further i try to explain myself the further and further i get away from myself portrait. Badgoodgood/goodbadbad. So chu churned Golden kisses out from under the reductionists viaduct, a stream of painted trains above, a Riverrun below, cork winding past lye toward unity with the River severn, the nine gods of Egypt descended from eleven.

Blown glass ripples of the great lake. in through the valleys and out through the trees, flym now floating on my back, calm and looking up into the baby blue sky baby blu baby blues and whisp2p coral white cloud, dreamy days. Thunder bolts wearing tight electric pants explode off the distant stage, snakes mimic lightening flashes, Anaconda storm from heaven in the shape of veins on a nu-leaf. Cyclops spinning spinning cyclops The sound of one eye'd blue veins slither from heaven, Annaconda Nagajuna 90 degrees tango'd - Earth sky reflected, Snake dance with one foot, one leg, one bolt. Annakonda Livia EuroBorus. i alone am confused.

Crystal ballshit gazing. i dee double glazing c☠wboys cr☠ssing skulls with b☠nes. The rise to Mount killaman for a survival giro. Cycles and revolutions per minute matter to records and books Balances and treasury measury and crooks. To turn the straight crooked, to bend and swerve off. Usury in the music bizzness. More twisted than these rhyme twisters. Records with unusual tax. Artists hungry. Thousands die. RIAA. Whot's goin' on. SonyPodTao what. Bertelsmansnapster awake?

BMG Time War and Rhyme. Over records. Virgin Mega. Omniversal group sex between the bankrollers and the celebrity culture. Revolution means re:listen. Lay down your Τ Listen again. Everything. Wake AGAIN! each day. hello hello i'm stacking my samples for you to read and judge for yourself. On a ride yes, but you have been taking sounds-ample quotes from other people's calendars.

Who do you read? Make it KNU. Rake it, throw muck and muck in. Muck out. DJ swarm'E vinyl decomposes argarikulture. Cut out single Second single star FRAGMENTS of audiflow. Hard to explain in English. Very brittle and breakable. Bear with me skipper. You seer. Like slicing up individual letters from a word individual words from a sentence and then cutting individual sentences from a paragraph and then individual paragraphs from a chapter and then, Cutting chapters, from books, from presses from printers. All getting sampled, audio surfveilence culture seen from a particular corresponding character, protagonist. Muscarinic antagonist. Genetically engineering sound, splicing the stereo signal.

Talking about it in short bursts. Notsodharma predicted in a single format. No E-mail. The fly disc/seal/calendoor maybe convenient for choosing Certain details to illuminate. A 4 course table of elements or congregational astrological charts. The only probloom, will "maybe" be profitable. No financial Profits from the Revolution. The conservatives seem mostly rich. The twilight hour has flowered, We dance to SΩMA drumbeats and dawn closes. Police are cowards. Be still. Be still. Lo. Pull down thy vanity. Unity among the Masses and more free learning classes. Less toxic gasses you wussies. A physicist said "space i guess, is allied to time'. Alloy'd to sound too. DJ's unite. Rise up. Whisk the void, yoshi yoshi twist it. JAMSsterdam Yourope. Zepp Lynn dreams bck' to bck' in Stour cafe. Revolutionary remixing. Graff Zepplin Tour 08? Sweating like a nervous system. Crocka-dialed up drum stick patterns. Tricknology.

Happy holidays and enjoyable times in a general sensibility to all mankind. Goodness easy. Love the one your with. Wee wishiwashi yow Barley kisstssik massage. Wishes in snowflakes. Silver frosty morning surprises. Kisses. Hugs. Beer is druqsfunny. Can you get away with Christmas this year 2008? Mass objects seemingly float in space. Flying reindeer and commits. Magnetic field axis-M. C☠ca-C☠la and Christmas carrots on a snowman nose imitate the old piss swigging shaman. This is eco-crime. Kristin propaganda and recruitment for Christmas time. Sweet Golden Sun sets in San Francisco remind me of Sainta Chryst.

Cathedrals and Churches beautifully decorated at ©hristmas-sage. Away in a mushroom hallucination. in a mushroom hallucination. Gezos Chryst, look at him go. into missile-time. Annual poppular faery tale called christmas time. Celebrate freedom and democracy. let them know its christmas time. Rob the world. Rub the whirled. Spin the year. love each other. Use up valuable energy to illuminate your Santa Joozass effigies. Watch more brainwashing programs. Eat more unhealthy food. Get pissed. Rudolph nuzzles Mrs. Claus. Helixer. Magdalene blushes tomato juice. Santa Nick smiles and says keysus love, look at his bright nozzle. Silk softly she sprinkles wet geometry. Poetry would be of interest to Jizus and Santa Claus. Shamans say stuff like Chukchi. Yakk. Like Rice pudding served in a Straw hat with a dollop of Brown Sugar.

A reci.pie for a deceptive F☠reign language police-see. Para "trooper" sights eating our Rice dreams whole. Unholy. Worming into camel-Straw hats and table mats, entering a bloody new phase called the Brown Rice Straw B☠sh nightmaze. One black, two white and one Brown, all crooked beneath their skin color. Brown Rice Straw maze of propaganda. Confusion between crops and robbers colors and cullers. Brown Rice Straw nightmaze polyticks ✔ Greedy jackknife cuts my last Straw, and cutting open the sack.retary of Rice - A ritual for rain policy pours out, collecting Brown mold on the concrete trade floor. Unlike Uncle "Tony" Ben's healthy dish principles, nutritious, honest, satisfying. Gordon Br☠wn Rice Straw nightmaze. Escape becomes my dying wish, disappear upstream like a peti-salmon fish. Czars mad for a little slave money Brown Rice Str☠w parasites suck! Oily fingerprints on the delicate Rice paper destroy wo/mans crop. Like a cruise missile hitting a Straw hut.Or a small flower under a tyrannical giant foot.

Gordon Br☠wn texture like a straw-man argument, no Sunshine today. Sour Rice milk mixed with a Kingdom of Corn flakes makes a Brown Rice Straw Nightmaze without light of morn to warn. B☠sh's appear as being no longer green to me but brown, they do not flower anymore or provide fruits they produce Rice and Dick. George B☠sh and his Vader seem popular 21st century serial killers and should be called B☠sh Bundy Co. OK lets roll, lets go. The difference between a massacre and a serial killer just the lag time between murders? Enough to leave your head in a daze, a Blooded Brown Rice Straw B☠sh nightmaze.

Thricetold Brown mold tales of avaRice: iron Rice bowl-lady, like a Straw Thatcher doll Hatching battery chicken-hawks, and now G.M clones that she lays create a Brown Ri©e $traw B☠sh Tha✞cher bloody Nightmaze. Twinned with true names of nature spirits and a slang term For smack! Brown Rice and Straw deceive minds like British Petropium. A Parasitic politick that cannibalizes its litter. Yet shares every letter with its double in nature. Leaves my mind Blairy and weary. i cast a poets gaze into a dark Brown Rice Straw nightmaze. A sealskin crafted reindeers night chamber pot carries the jesanta juice. it helped fleece the stray reindeer. Drunk and kind of lost in a whole heap of lice pudding. (Performed at the Electric Theatre, Birmingham 2006.)

10.00-11.00 A.M. 28:7:99 A group of men dressed as knights are squashed into a medieval building in the present day [1999]. i arose and began automatically, without much rational thinking--to jump at the wall. i was imitating what another knight was doing beside me. My body began shrinking and i became invisible to any human eye, just the perception of groups of molecules floating, consciously traveling through timespace like cosmic sperm seed, electricity, the wind. i had the strange feeling of steel destiny unravelling itself here before me, a predictive ability was present with me. An intelligent voice. There was a new plan. i arrived in an alien world and instantly knew my purpose and had an irresistible force pushing me into this character role. Suddenly there was a women and a sure knight of some table or other in my presence. i began philosophizing about dream sequences and near death experiences and how they might be somehow origins of timespace travel. How it ALL began. The room started to fill with water and i quickly feared we were all going to drown. Oh No! Somebody or something adjusted the crooked shower pipes and the water stopped leaking in. Outside again in a flash-whizz, and i felt surrounded by a medieval environment, it felt like the town had just been built or was under construction. i saw my friends and then we were spotted and pursued like dogs by fully armored silver knights on horseback. i watched in horror as they began mutilating peasants, severing limbs off, stabbing and tearing off flesh in a wild frenzy. i fought back and managed to get upon another horse. i began to remember myself. i was also a knight, but one trying to escape.

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