Friday, July 18, 2008

WinD PaSt. CHAPTER 23. Rap Altable for the F'Fable

Chapter XXIII.

"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe." --Lao Tzu


Waffles sizzling
on a rouge hot waterbed, mocha with a hint of mint and toffee swirl. Chocolate covered pieces of real orange and real orange juice, real fresh (served within 40 Minutes). Cantos sized Lasagna, a yellow elastic plastic catapult and six human beings gathered by a grey lake, dimples from the pitter patter cats and dogs breaking the tension. Von Lee and the ₡hocolate shop, the holy communion down the bog, lost his hands and made "God" move several tons of shit. Ducks dive in the great lake, under water for up to and over a minute, fresh ducks. Upward Fountain of Agua, a world water life tree. Rev. WimpyChris Borgobuzzillic says "i can see the Lasagna of the lake"

The five cats are meanwhile stretching out in the lounge, preparing for their next lecture on the Pound/Eliot synthesis, followed by a roll playing game based upon a Hidden Variable that Tom Robbins created for the classical paradox in Quantum Theory: Schroedingers Cat paradox. His hidden variable maybe "Cat Nip!" A Canna' bus cruise boat idles past the six upstanding figures watching a duck swimming with something unidentified in its beak. A pause for a photo shot. Nigel kennedy used this statue too. A dog yelps from misreading the thorns on a stray piece of tree in the pathway. We enter the last water hole. And say goodbye to Hells Angels. Rev. WimpyChris Borgobuzzillic says "James Joycerwooky seems like GodboG to me NOW" Rev. WimpyChris Borgobuzzillic orders an everything bagel with galaxy cream cheese-crystal haze and contemplates non linear, partial equations. Rev. WimpyChris Borgobuzzillic"

Dolphins Dolphins Dolphins begin to chatter. No, yeah, but you can't have. it shudda' bin. i'm a living man! Can you pass the papers please. and i, and i, and its just. Yeah, exactly. Haha, hahaha. Shit jokes. Piss jokes. Women are like. i saw that movie, yeah, yeah, oh wow, that's one i once seen as well. Haha, yeah. Oh! (smiles) Yeah. Regular speech?" The Apocalypse postponed for another day. Ar'gorra giv etup furr me' mates, me roots bro's, me muckers. I luv yoh kidders, brutherz an sistars, put the kettle on orchid, pass the pays will ya ole' pal. I wonna loff' lookin back...eye wonder ow i got ere to brucklyn? deese yankey's em yampy at times i tell ya', bloody doolallytapp dancin fartgodz. Lyk posh ens frum stourbridj. Im still silent but Duddlay Boros.

Full of love. invisible but still detectable with turntable. Ξarth blue green globe image from 1968, Earth blue marble, fragile Dreamy days. Bob's up again. Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and Until they have rebelled they will have a limited conscious. Thunder bolts tattooed down her spine, electric blue tentacles from the SKY gods crawled right the way up her arms. Anacon₫a coda. Permeating SKY with GU₢T. wireless MANA. Pirate thinking. Storm in Nirvana. Nu-leaf art using chlorophyll. Grow your mantra. X-women birth the invisible content mass-age. Mutants rise. Goth E'mo Ragga Electro Punk Bling. ARiSE! A circus GU¢T Tent awaits your dancing feet. Scenario universe appears to be a verb. Juggling! So lets negotiate our story together, Grey-apes with snow seed but sea foam Abcdenakonda frothing Alone i'm confused upon a Bridge, The willows darken this tour Embankment. Wonderlandful. Trapped in linguistic constructs. Luckily, we have congas. The Melancholy of everything finished! Spelling t r o u b l e for images. Trubble elbburT. icecream architecture. Maybe freedom reflects the logic of just sitting on you’re frozen arse surrounded by sprouts in a field? Mothers Great Undefined Shield Theory: track titles and sleeve artwork communicate like the Aphex Tweed. Mysterious ear of midnight. Depth of the North clouds with Pelt of rain, middle son of anxiety, Deep northern midknightspring. Yarrow stalks and the man in the high castle dance till Sun set. Yes flys yes esoteric like O.T.Oss and O. N. Oneris.Hail!.

Swimming and "STOP" oh loud, tell me why? And the number is six, the year two thousand the message, love love massage and raps for crowds, free wee all together now, free we cannot stand these devils or let them dictate our level. Many homeless, dissplaced and starving. Jobless and hopeless. ugh. Dig this collage of pebblespedal, metalstone to the marrowbonel and my feet firm on the ground. Respect to all the writers fighters rappers and slappers i bumped into walking streets in San Fran, New York and Birmingham, never heard of me? Canal-bus and cannabis. Bless! fowl smells, spunish-flie it, re:zen again like Tim. Escape-ism from the prison planet-ism. i have America Surrounded. Flie represent how i sear it, me it, smear red white green blue internet of things. Vanish and leave a varnish. Flash in the pun. Teeth yellow tarnish. First you were adillic, next your cillic, now you acrillic soon to be cyrillicked. Seriousphly. Be'er Now!
"Infantilism incresing till our time,
attension to outlet, no attension to source,
That is: the problem of issue. - Ezra Pound
The Sunr✵se just above her brow, she's waking. Bootstrapping up the lace fibers. i rapped mymind around the tongue of mums shoe and sure i felt her soul shackled by Sturch. Grit pirates and Goods criminals have her shoes strapped into their square oval-orifice. Tied up and tired from the struggle, oh Mother, i swear to you. i will find the limbs and organs they cut from you. i am putting you back together again, have patience mother, Here she comes now. Amrita, Sun, Apples, Termteabells, phonographs, Flies, Stylus, shit, Zeus, Aries, Therium, Toad, Birch, Cymbals, Cap, Thoth, Spanish, Parasol, GΩld, Bridge, Dolphins, Manure, flight, River, Silver, Apollo, Brushes, Swimming, Discs, Silvercloud, M❍❍n. Peach petals fall on her buzzum. Balding godz wid bull brown eyes - Fruity Nipples. Great titz. Page 345 from Joyce's F.W, and page 456. From Pounds CANTOS seem to be talking to each other. Am i making this upmyself now? My OLYMPIC DREAMS 2008: Shot pot. Bong jump. High Jump. Smack and field. Tableguinness. Marathon. Tip.plejump. Vollybowl. 420m' hash. Crackmington. L.S.Decathalon. Dopentathalon. Gymhashsticks. Olympic rolling. Olympic toxing. Shooting. He.rowing. Judope.

Trimethylathalon. Weight spliffting. Floor routine. ROTFL. High Diving. Jayvelin. SaTermteabell ching Cassini fung wee-trickle down ecagno/mic fistcal theory. Got it that time, well nearly. Pissteuro reserve replaces duller current/sea real wealth of thunder and fungus, and tree. Clinging leachen to the sovereign us/rock/crasea. Metalick Transformers, robots in disguise. Catepillarpurrers are now butterflies in costume - as yet undeveloped antenna whisker warning system folded away deep within metamorphic field of dreams, awaken from history knightmares where, the governator meta-meso-morphios industree branch stem fl✜wer seed air.

"fli will explain a little about my first run-in with the little people. Sixteen years old, i swigged back some bitter cold mushroom brew as/i f getting pissed on cheap and nasty cider. After about forty minutes, everything got bright. One hour later, my friend and i were talking in what today seems like an Arabic dialect, a new syntax, or ViSUAL knot language which only, adepts at drinking cider, and rebelling when sixteen could understand well. Next thing i remember i'm lying on my back, screaming aloud while playing the dying Flie, seriously overexcited, ultrachildish, omegahappy. Then i felt me a warm sensation upon my chest, suddenly it got hotter and hotter and hotter, like my young soul, RiSiNG up out of its fleshy body. i let out a cry, and then, noticed my poorly-rolled spliff had ejected its contents onto me, which were burning onto my chest. Very surreal. After two more hours, we made a trip to our local AMERiCAN-style SUPER-shopping mall called "Merry Hill." Once here we stumbled around, laughing and grinning like mad pranksters. i remember that everybody i set eyes upon had a bright white light core upon their chest which exploded into stars if i looked too long. Afterward we continued drinking cider and acting foolishly until i made the flynniGuns quantum leap into worlds of mythology and folklore. Here i found evidence that what's real can be written about and experienced as if true." - Calif Grey, As if true. Spliced from the book: Magic MushrΩΩms and other Highs Lyf savings in a dead mans currency. in through the valleys and out through trees i sigh, treez. Floating on my back, calm blues and whispee coral overwrought white cloud, a Rumi cloud. Fly AgaRic Time-Travel Enterprises Research - F.A.T.T.E.R. Godisturber and New ideogramicro sound writers.

The Grasshopper Flies when it wants to Fly. Not happy with just difference, the alphabastards changed into something contradictory. Gods lightning charged with messianic misconceptions of Qumran and early moaning ₡hurch. interpretations of an interpretation; something has been lost in Translation, i Jesuspect its a new dawn. Alpha and Ωmega Beginning/End. First and the Last Ego has been scripted in Latennamal my soul an ancient chant, my Eyes indifferent to riches, power, influence and great family ₡onnections, although i'm a thief! father of northwest heaven be strong, have firmness, Bee constructive. Daytime; early winter, see the light of day. €verybody abstracts a different reality. Like Cuchulain Eye-steel S¤ma ingredients, brewing a brew-Aha! poem. Still Searching far and wide through bubbles for any concrete relations and Correspondences such as Car Parks and sparks of swords clashing in the knights temple. Skipper chef upon tables of ₡urryspundances; Sentences run hot and dripping wet, Smelt-felt and wind assisted they pelt. Leftbrainfields with meaning. Looking off the coast of ireland. Living in a scrapbook jumble land. Turning agents through an elaborate bubble cross. Spinning twenty-six agents thrice in search of the goodness. A Grapheme-phoneme cOinCidance. Such a critical variable. Glurck Ckurgl. Forewarned forearmed tattooed. This River liquid almost certainly a property of the mind, property valued by a bunch of butchers. Be more Gentle jungle man. Gentle. The year dusking. Year of the PiG still grunting in 2008. Now gump T.V under a hot red-riding hood with matching skirt and shaggy cool rosewhite Sweater; Anita sits on the pitchfield, looking for forms in the forrest.

Be Ξlectrified with Δnita Spice. Mysterious Mamma Matrix of agaRiculture unfurling with the tail. You can actually train the mycelia to grow on different media. Eris has cum again in waves. We are her cloths. Lye in the Lie spatial relation between white space on one side and a string of black letters on the other side. Glox Xogl. Letting go your hold. Recursive clock's calculate reversed Psychology. in-versed History. Back to front. Anti clock wise. Euroboros. Tail in mouth. Words in sink. Assembling. Floating meaning. Back 2 back Unwinding snake. Repeating Rewinding tape. inclining slope. Retraced steps. Repeating. Deja-vu!. D.N.A!. Cyclic:AcrilliccillircA:cilcyC. D.N.A. Deja-vu!. Steps retraced. Slope inclining. Tape rewinding. Repeating. Snake unwinding. Back 2 back. Meaning floating. Assembling. Sink-in words. Mouth in tale. Euroboros. Wise clock anti. Front to back. Her-story inversed. Psychology reversed. Calculate clock’s recursive. i rest at the stourmouth deltΔ she speaks for herselves. L.P's the keys. Anita kissed me on the retina. Split all my atoms up and transformed my genetic historyinto mystory. She engaged me like TV. Spun my LPS, eclipsed any doubt about love and will. Everest girl. Slightly minty. Naturally high most the time. Anita quizzed scratched & remixed my LPS. Muwuh. Defeat the illuminati, surround them with lantern shades. Word PleasΞ shine. And after all, i am that process witch remixes the re-mains of the day.

Wednesday July 26th 2006. At the pool area of dreamTemple Hotel. The pool was roughly 25 meters long and seemed thousands wide, arcing out into a beautiful huge crescent shape. Blue like Sapphire. An event is just about to get underway, a sponsored swim or race or record attempt, some big event. Beautiful young girls ask me how they love what i am doing, and seduce me into their car, they drive out of the valley. i wake up to the deception and realize i must escape, i dive out the car and start searching up lanes, English, French lanes. See a beautiful lake far in the distance and then stumble into an entrance to some sort of rock-cave entrance, through a small opening i slide in and meet a Giant spider hanging down from its web close to the wall. i climb through another small opening in the wall and back onto the pool side and then dive into the pool again.


11:30 A.M. 3:11:99. Two friends and the dreamaster were skulking around a shopping megatropolis for a while and then jumped on the train home. The station was situated opposite two rivers, one running quickly in a torrent, the other almost still. We sat and watched the rivers for what seemed like aeons. We gather ourselves and move onward, a mist approaches and the landscape became dusty like light snow had covered everything. The trees seemed dead or dying. We continued along the train tracks and watched as trains whizzed past us. Now i'm on my own, wondering along the tracks, at a cafe' situated in a tiny shed just off the tracks i reunite with my friends once more. in the cafe a man starts rambling and ranting and moaning so i offer him a piece of my Kit Kat bar. He did not accept it from me.

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