Chapter V.
"Art is anything you can get away with." --Marshall McLuhan
River banks steer the currents through waterways. in River banks we trust. ℗Rats live in River banks. Willows droop their stuff, stingers aren't really a plant. Revo... precession powered by passion fruit, stranger in a strange land wants to start a marching band and march like black ants through winter windowland, waking critters and walking weed garden dig your pardon plant forgiveness foretelling professional cycles seasons greetings bring light and rain to seeds and saplings strange beings with leaves and nectar amber Rumi gardens love and care with predictive prerogatives of the date timespace place pace of Gaia, seasons change flames into water, baths full of rain water nurture life, pond lyf stock and bond water running ripple dribble snow.
CH'eng.
Cells divide, finns gills and navigation through inebriation bring connexion with environment. Melk Galaxy. Homo sapplyng floating like single electron q-beats: floaters riding a medicinal River down snakeskin streams of healthy clear blood. A vessel to contain memory, a test tube baby. Revolutionary solution baby. Good Luck gates, Stour ports. Nine portals "driving storm" to Butter-table-minster. 1776: Starport "licks". tell no lye, often gauged in a Lye group. Godisturber forged keys for Alternativitea. If you would get ahead, be a bridge. Unlicked lockgates. acrillaqt restraint. Daisy-chain makers arms scaffolded. Luckeygate. Rivers banks have her vested interest, opposite, mimicking every bow, crescent, chicane and curve. Who banks with river banks anymore anymoor. Oh shit Diaper backward spells repaid. Pantherina cokeri Cubensis chillin in the "cubehouse" with esculenta hemibapha frostiana excelsa aestivalis phalloides rubescens velosa vaginata. Nu wyne, urine luck, silk Pyjama people of Kritik-tacky Genus. Harmonic Optical Transformation elves. Lung woids.
Condensed occillating octagon node-points. We're impaled upon out points of view. One douzen notes, all of natures vibrating matter, vegetable digital kindness and do-gooding make, the charge. Feedback, from one another. interacting woid processingsong. Scratching my face, contemplating filling tooth twenty two, next year its gonna be further up River, River rapids dissolve slowly and the rocks repeat like washing machines. Stoned i was smoking Swimming underTOE, looking up holding my nose, trees blurry squinted glosseye frayed glass stream of lights, ouch kicking a bit too wide, frog kick, deep toad breaths, breath flash of blueskytree grain layers of hyperlights, blue rushing waves of light. Ruddy hell i'm miles downstram. ↓ Bubble in sand and silt grains mimic my hand, pebbles dashing a rolling my arms sculling figures eight, breath, breath blue greenhouse sky, with a touch of forest, lungs full of River dust. Medicine, up my nose in my ear she everyweir. River Oils for peace. Goodyear was 04. Steal this face? Give me my book back, Maskbook, Task book, ∄-book, Acid...Macebook, pepper spray and spit from the Ace of face. Come on over to Myspace We're avin' a wimpy Look at my face, i'm upside down Steal my face Come on over to Wiki, No sheep or Vampires, No tags.
Macebook, turning softer now a Laceb∞k, listing all the wonder stuff Rivers, Crisp Mountain landscapes, Trees Wilderness. Even video of these things brings extra FACE Extra Mace to your taste buds, don't it Buddy? Hey Buddy, your my friend, if you leave me, i understand, Maybe for a laugh. Pick your friends wisely, pick your FACE Pick up a paper book, a non-web dew-non net book. Put your FACE in it. Suck. Here Comes G∞glebody And Wiki, Amazon, E-bay. There Goes Tesco, Walmart, Monsanto And 500 Dogs of super-market Earth persuasions. Steal this face, pick myface. Eat my face,
Drink my Faceback, Lick my nose and eyebrows, taste the sweet lasagna. Punch me then, go on, with all your finger strength KaPow me. Woo Hoo me. Send me beer then throw a sheep at my name. Chest bump, headbutt, slam, spam and poke me till Your blue in the Face-Book brother. Yale and Harvard maybe watching So
pick Myfaceb∞k. Lick myface, blow softly on my super wall Answer my questions, Compare my lies, Put yer Face in it. Sniff the screen.
Get Off yer
Faceb∞k.
Todays the day the earth went bloomington. Up in flowers fragrance smoke settles over cityscape. Bl❁❁m went wall street, daisies blooming from bunkers dry Mouths, Stock exchanged for corpsemanure and more. The cents overwhelmingtones. Some shit to grow on. Hope... for the whorticulture. Nations grow sympetalous: when the petalsjoined, wholly Or partly. Children grow hibiscus wings and sail where they like; a Blooming party in the sky, Nobody demanding they 'come down. A day in the secret life of young sapLings unfurled. Buttercups spill out in full banana glory, Breathe in mint magnolia cent. Blooming hell; even the underworld grows grasses today. Listen to the forrest go bl❁❁m, the hills, the valley echoed Growth, nurture, harmony, nectar Spring has sprung into bloomsday not doomsday, You won't find a petal on T.V Just hours of dead flowers; Retribution for the twin towers Wild eyed politicos and their spin sin powers.
Dr. Bl❁❁m ¬ in the room, butter, stroking your violet Ariols. She coming. Come, Again. Multiple organism. Not a moment too soon, toe. king Bloom. Two hearts back2back, teatable action provides a feed back2back control loop loop interface between mutter and mynd in a knu kwantum mechanix in which uncontrollable randomness. Killed him dead with a gun and a bullet Wrong, time, wrong place, wrong zone, wrong town. Freindly fire, oh it burns, friendly fire, When will governments learn, Friendly fire, who needs friends like these, friendly fire, When the enemy is amongst you everyone bleeds, replaced by intentional coherent scratching order, order, or-der.
Running with Humpty. Rivers clean enough to swim in again. Something whispered softly past my ears today, Blew a hole in my brothers head dear baby, its a war everyday, Killed the Captain dead they shot him, right through the crown it was one of our own, oh baby, a mis-indentity. So sew sew sew..The seeds of love. Like the same notes played over and over the same bridge the same river, same bed, same food in my fridge. I'll kiss that bridge when i come to it.
Tokeen Bloem ❍rchids grow up close to Flyfisherman's bait friends. Munts. Today there appears peaceful fl❁wers amongst the war of the Roses. Poppy Fields. Substance D Fields. Treat your pot plants and kudzu and thrill them with water hoses. Enjoy your crop merrily l❁ve your fresh buds, its bloomsday remember Sugar, honey-sauces, Whitman, Blake Gooseberry dreamer. My mistake it's gloomsday already Freddy, grey and fuzzy tuned-out warp squark. According to the television set and match each day i call tombsday, whensday gonna come when everyday can bloomday and night? Bloom greenish yellow through the day and Wake through the red night, Just keep yourself watered keep your rhyme tight Embrace the clear light, love the bulb, turn on bliss, Gr❁w yes. Bloom yes, Doom no. Bloom this, doom no. MF Writing paradise, trying to write paradise, i look ➚ around and everywhere i see bombs. Even underground and ocean. "What ARE we fighting for?. Testing nukes for. Ask Nagasaki's survivors. They know nukes work. Stop. Eye for an eye and were all fookin blind. Deaf and dumbfound land. All we are saying maybe hey, you've got to give peace a chance.
©ouncil Pop will drink itself. Aurapourus. We don't need no education! War huh, good for? Come you masters of war. Come together, get GU©T. in Vietnam the average age was nineteen. in Africa 18 and still younger. 10-11. What going on? No, just say no. Electi☠neering. Bombs over Bagdad. Coded lungwaj logic. New York New York. Send in the clowns. Definitely maybe. Revolution. Battle hymn of the republic. Spunish Star spangled banner. G❍d save the queeg. Napalm death. Blue birds over the white cliffs of dover. Not black meaning bad but black meaning good. A working class hero is something to be. Money money money money, its the root of all evil. Money. Love love love.
Kill your television. if 6 was 9 i'd be slightly poorer. i got two Termteabells and a microfilm. A Love supreme. Luckeygate. Candy man. Rolling and Tumbling, Come on baby do the locomotion breath. Money talks. Like a virgin. Buffalo soldier. Money don't matter tonight. World war iii blues. i went down to the croxxroads. Give the drummer some. Unless we get a little, crazy” – Seal. Barking in a Knu sealed slang “i'm frustrated at funk man” Helplessly Doping her. Do you know flipper and Fungi the Dolphin can Save us. They sing pop music, and click music, blowing the message like Miles' out out louder into the white bleached air from within the water word world. Barkin' like sea dogs about Human chauvinism With two tongues, two throats and three super sonic emitters Dolphin's seem damn clever critters. An Eyeon prison permeates the aired atmosphere wherever they swim. in the end of the end i think they'll win. And they Got Milk making machinery.
"f-e-e-d-b-a-c-k..."Golden chariots blaze acroxx the sky at Sun set. For sale. News arrives left to right black and white print. Castle Bridge of red hash-Brick vs. silver haze of steel, thc crystal Glass muffins. Petrol Station next to an expensive German car showroom next to a ©hurch next to a Snooze Paper office next to a ©hurch next to the Polizeiwache, damn, must escape on my bicycle but the road just leads in Circles. Retreat to le verte collines, Stroll the woods bare foot and starry eyed, Green medicine Criminalized by uptight mostly white honky chaps, huh? Green PETROL stations have all the signs of lying Black shit station. And nations like big black-gold shit stations. Cycling through the L.S.D market i glimpsed the geist of Frank's Trolley. i Cycled in hairy Steven's park and picked Cherie Rosebaud, popped it onto my tongue and awakend to some lost senses. Full Moon around Mary's lake. Ducks perform water rites perfect rote order, i observe Green awe under oak canopy. Feather and tree Foliage both pocketing similar breeze. ❍ak tree silent, Day in day out, quietly Budding a goodness gracious dressed goddess picking yellow daisies sighs in a winter graveyard. Quiet rivers have flowery banks. Clone towns: a new American strip mall. Councillors like Carnivores hunting in packs. Hannibal Rising in parliament, Church and state croxxed like roads Like entangled tree Branches, young sapling Wrestles a Tesco shopping bag blown down an empty road. Strong winds propel the Message, Multi-story skateboard park and Layers of konkrete, liars in property And liars in Law. Liars. Somebody's going into business, competition Commission inquiry so tell me, Trade Union busting, Worldwide Slave wage? Tes©o℗oly Commission impossible?
H = - Epilogepi -- Claude Shannon.
How can you fully gauge their global iMPACT? Winter blackout electric droughts and climate change, country all skint'd by the illegal War. Got any lamp oil, Jobs? BLEW-BERYYS MY ASS. i saw mushr❍❍ms growing on mars. De vine D'evil D'corked, Double "J" Dee. Axis monday, around 23 degrees ℉oreign height to bludopeSKY rope-a-dupe, umbilicalendar light pipe. Some sanskrit-ching. What you callem' i was busking in my local subway i headlined every night got paid in cash and the whole show was recorded each night free of charge as a demo on CC✟V. To be self indulgent, pathetic, no more idea how to write. Block. Wall. Paint. i busk till dawn. Lazy stoner. Drop out. Slacker. Wish i wuz a painter. Deflated long haired white middle classed exile. Sweating in case i get sprung, in case they find out i can't do the math. Suffering from Cannabis Psychosis. Gov Liars.
About to go nuts and bolts
and berries all over again
again.
Acrillic figure it out yo, just do the Math, figure it out yo yoshi yoshi. Like Hungry Davi.D Thoreau up. Me the math face, X, why? Zee the graph reads "T" that's "T" for time for the Graff' staff. Math of the snow on the flow. On your face! Eh! Universe Contains a MaybΞ. Acid rain guitar moth flickers. Snow like missiles of bass when entering the vessels of the lasagna brotherhood, Rule Rule Rule Lasagna. Do the math in the snow, you'll piss the test! Do the math like the graph, drink the red Bordeaux, who got the flow? (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who got the flow? (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who got the flow? Ra Ra Ra! Yush! (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who can make it cold, hot however you go. Between your eyes on the dance floor at the disco, Eh! Shake it. Eh! Bake it. you put the future tintz of sum in & you milkshake it all about. in concord with number & person. Eh Eh "
Universe contains some gravy. Me crazy flinging lyrics like Tessa Sanderson. With my Snow hammer throw i knock punks down, Yo, i'm even a CEO of a little picture show. it's a long way to tickle Mary. Do the Math, read the graph, switch on. Turn on to the Math Snow TV show your face place. On the case like John Holmes. Comb back your hair and drop the gun slow honey, snows gonna melt your mind down to chemical elements, right clown to your little toe, snow flow gets in between every toe and paints it in the style of Vincent Van Gough, a tidal flow of menstrual snow can defeat an empire in one, two, three, lasagna slings. Tic-tac-toe time me and my nine we got game to play. Come on moth flickers, paint up your game theory, do the math, my rhymes a Graph, a Glyph and a spliff. All that is, is metaphor. For burning snow mathias man, fire and the ice Nine. Time to tell a Tub truth or two. Who's the author?
MONOPOLY Everyware like ©hristmas board-room games. Monopoly on water, air, land and thought. Wee drink Peace for sport. Ghosts of Slaggy Thatcher's Britain. Great became grit. industry sold to Palmer Eldritch. GO GET HOOKED on Kapitalisimus. Here comes E-Bay, Amazon, flare trade and google, everybody together again. Faceback to the singularity. Digital highs and lows. Get hooked on electronic DRUGS! Mental-pathic wrestling matches inn-the-net! Up against the wall Monopolying Motherfuckers. Direct deception delivery services. Who issues it, how? Get a loan, get hooked on consumerism. Get a Good stale corporate Job for a multi-national and help expand the third world war. i pray to the rusting iron-ore Sun set through a cracked looking glass, sand Led and a bitter pint on my heavy maybe mind. Not rioting just wrioting. Making herbal Fli-Tunes for Bob. At peace with Mary Janne. Gordon Brown in Bollywood, B☠sh in Disney world, Bl☠ir playing Tennis With Cliff Richard. Me, i'm down the pub getting pissed and stoned. U.K Lottery economy.
X-factory life. U.S Citizenship lottery. The War lottery. All balls up in the air, have yours Dropped? Get hooked On Urban Shamanism. Big Brother maybe watching YOU His Sister Him the last time i looked. Crime against humanity, crimes Against supernature Tzar's "Faith based" government wishes humanity be Dumb, hooked on sugar meat Fernsehfunk And Koks-Kapitalismus. Drop the "iS" of identity and discover a semantic clarity. Old Angleterre of mud n' bog i love thee so. i love BOG Spirit. Damn, the longer i amaway the more i pinefor Great Britain. S/he hooks me. Get hooked on supermarket nature brands, seed, fruit, bloem under one roof waterfall the rivière and the hills, psychokinetic spores on the air. Mycoremediation of a nation, a Riverruning renewal. And so a lone duck pushes on down rivière. Sovereignty = supermarket-nature, Eglise d'Etat spires interrupt Malvern and Clent hills and the Distant Chinese landsCapes, a Salamander spitting fire on a Dudley coat of arms, forging a head.
Quiet rivers have flowery banks. Fly lekker and feature length thriller, rapped in a false Etymology. Staring red-eyes gaze at other woids. Noise in my sleep in my sleep. Silent but Dudley.Think for yourself, Question authority and question again. Late spring, the clouds bright bright orange Saccharine, Bridges and bicycles transport people in Bombay too. Seeds in a silken suit litter gucting. The clang of bells high atop the steeple, even here in Amsterdam on Tuesday, Dominican Monk' business. A crescent city of philosophers, A painters city reflects the sculptor, Green city urban planning officers, And the girl on my bike i did love her, Amsterdam, city of integration, Europe, collage of roots and new culture, New world belongs to its inhabitants, The artists sure out weigh the militants. Jesuspect Christereotype of spotty face. Pull down thy vanity for sanity. Listen to me! Just LiSTEN to me, crawling contradictionary of woids. Sly Amanita - yr/ the extraterrestgraal. Get over it. Winds March with April Showers to bring to bloom May's flowers. Peace comes of communicaxion. Regicide or a royal flush? Wikipedia culture wiki-Commons, google government Not a House of corpses. A huge democratic theatre to Broadcast yourself! Get Hooked.
Total broadband awareness and blue-tooth democracy NOW! Total information Awareness of awareness, Get Reality Support systems swiftly swiftly. When i think of it? The Government stole mums water, but can there be a holy War? Seal the vision: Don't PUSH the River! What region Borough County district territory Reich nation Union, what neo WORLD Order? Erb drought! Quick Uprising for Easter time up up like Lazarus, Finnegan and Prometheus WiLSON. Up again. Let the wind speak easy now through the bardo. Amplitude and attitude spin around like Karma wheels, Served on a Termteabell platter with a byte of luck. On rotation two records in-finite phase/faze. Slick and time twisted spiral c❁des - logical coordinates. → Grimy with mould, maybe from the effects of storage in dark-dank cupboards where fungus grows? Cutting paths into you-knight and knot tribes and scribes Bards and DJ's and Painters Uknight Mid-knight Spring! New Growth, CELEBRATE Knotted and intertwined cultures and nations feel seasonal vibrations like flowers do. Welcome to the afterfuture furniture restoration bash-shop of grass lawns. Love your parasympathetic nervous system like your parasympathetic sound system system. Study for a Miles Post Hack Doctorate Jockey. Psychosis of Cannabis psychosis and metempsychosis. All blow mist. And the system seems a fraud.
Nature is none other than God in things... Animals and plants are living effects of Nature; Whence all of God is in all things... Think thus, of the sun in the crocus, in the narcissus, in the heliotrope, in the rooster, in the lion. --Giordano Bruno.
15:04: 2000AD: I dreamt i went home to Sourbridge and became very frustrated about money! To fly back home with a girl, and we're looking for somewhere to get it on.
I was trying to find work at a manual job. Bit of a nightmare. 15:04: 2000AD.
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