“Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.” --Alan Watts.(Nighmaze is a mystery witch neverending awakes -- Fly).
Fly’s bean Captured and kissed over and over by non living digital devices and mice's, kiss't during some of my more intimate moments with Lord Buckly, William Butler Yates, T.S Eliot and R2D2; spinning re:volutionary beings into orbit being resurrected like Christ pudjin' from spinning vinyl soul wax, amplitude, delay, echo, phase-shift, WFS and “the mind of a Fly Rebirth’s of multiple John Lennon's and Jimmy Hendrix's have taken place all over the planet each day; since their biological nervous systems stopped broadcasting inna flesh frequency. Sine the blood dried up. Re-birthing “stars” amongst blood filled stars in synchrony and not in synchrony seems a good description of what i have been doing for the last 1200 days.
Writing my DNA c❁de with RNA coded from my Black Country dialect has resulted in a few certain, errors within the script. Fortunately eye have learnt the art of turning mistakes into themes and use spelling like a Romanian gymnast use beams. The first untitled track has been laid like a turd, rotting and stinking up the airways with this corpsemanure food for the dogs for seven years, this book. And a ladder for this virus to ascend. This virus YU talk of without definition or context combines elements of phantom phone syndrome and spontaneous flesh eating diarrhea: a condition in which the poor screaming victim shits his flesh in a matter of minutes, creating a scene reminiscent of Alex Grey having lunch with Hannibal Lectur. its empty always because its non-graspable. Gone. Escaped notice. The real fact is beyond all concepts. Beyond gone over bye. PPS or Phantom phone syndrome also plagues modern city - unprotected life – with torture and pain leading to insanity, quadraphenia and enlightenment. in a nutshell; PPS mimics the condition known as phantom limb syndrome in which severed limbs or fingers, toes, nose etc.
Silver M❍❍n Spinning toward our element Zer✧, our Zer✦ axis, our Time-wave Zer✼, Zer✴. Sheeple get ready there’s a wave conman comin' Re:minds me of what Chung Hsi Jung said: A space probe launches from a craft around saturn, and a Timewave-Tsunami manifests itself upon earth, or something. A grand non-causally connected timequake. 300’000 dead the day after tomorrow, 100 Million dying while watching the images Repeating themselves through television channeling. Watch this portal emerge from under the maroon bricked viaduct, underneath the Bridge, a propagation point. Sonic scaffolding was erected here on the 9th of September 1999. Gong of Doom strikes! 30 Stereoscopic 10” vinyl sleeves placed in 5 rows and 8 columns create another stourage portal, leading all the way back-machine-back to shybog Cyrillic the land before time, the land which time forgot and the land where time was not.
A timestable tank calculates. Phonographic/calender/map/track/raga/saga/seal inputs. Side Yang contains two tracks cut at 33/⅓ RPM's entitled “Super-string Theory Movement 1” and “Superstring Theory Moverment 2” and the flip side features one track which plays at 45 Re:volutions per minute entitled “Ganja Puja”, a corruption of the more sensible "Ganga Puja", or "River prayer" referring to the great ANNA-Ganges. Harmonious with the other Female YiN side - the yielding side of the 10” vinyl Fli-disc, the balance of the force between Superultramodern Scientism and nature herself. A Re:volutionary kwantum linguistic stubblefield theory pressed onto 200 vinyl eye-disc worlds, to be manipulated by godisturbing time bandits. moosick, records, poetry and art be my favorite things today. i'm describing my dream-studio! With 26 separate Termteabells i intend to create 26 dimensional super jazz, or what i mean to say is: a neuiw Hanguage.
Like Psychopharmacognosy, like what - like drugthink! and the study of bugs as drugs i have created super string phono psychopharmacognosy. i am the shy garlick, spliced, diced hinged chipped chop'd axemurderer. Computer supported cooperative learning system with which to reactivate our audio seal/calendrical devices. Chopping cutting, weighing and scratching teasy woids, sentencing myself and you all to certain death. Resurrection of an alien virus and a rebirth breath band holding the second line. Which craft, witch indus tree?
The new flesh eating bluebottle flies teleportting Flyphone. Coming August 007. Phono-psycho-pharma-jarlskognosy greetings. Ding ding Termteabell. Space/Time/energy/ "binding" in your guts. Cognitive cookery lessons next to your heart and lungs. Above your balls. Bugs as drugs, in the bugining was the drug, and then the gesture and then the woidness commenced. We break out of government test tubes and bubble up like hash all up over your lab, blobbing out into the hall ways. Flyspore grow's to clean up the Nuke waste, to eat and puke waste. Chomp up the plutonium with fungal intelligence enzymes.
Fungle Junkies. They came to earth to help save human culture and see us through the transition into galactic psychonauts. 0023. Their re:mixology slowly returning back into the test tube as genii, as a chemical boomerang effect returning to equalibrium the natural environment. Returns; environmental thugs, street quick and ruthless, angels of terror and hindflysight, shocking caregivers and helping tricksters, remember the Tragic comedy? well there you go, right there; cognitive science bitches. Bad toonz etching terror into the expanded minds of an ecstasy generation, yeah abstract terror, an abstract era of hyperkinetic beats shattering frozen fears of darkness and social gatherings of mostly strangers happy with their opening-up type drugs. Respect. ALvin it larger, Party in the basement and dominator themes darkness and terror-core, candy flipping to a July Fourth Mars landing broadcast as a backdrop and dreams of live drum and bass, now fulfilled, realized and actualized. Pressed and sealed in vinyl, our stamp and our collective calendar, our sigil and our coordinates↕
Nine rhymes on cue. Tip. Scribble sound-fables. A mutter of maybe nines-core tale-hours to suit you. Proscribe a jig-jibe youtube. TOTT Braille to transcribe “the whale of the woid, the tail of the bird, the scuttlebutt of the toke, the THC of the joke.” Wheaty minute Whispers from under falsehoods in a plush Mcloonyverse. Nine’s crossing Criss up a spiral ∜ine-hole to another Year & math. Make it Brew! 09. “Tale of a tub, or take of a bath?” Dao the math. Baking history’s mystery solid to the steel pan of pun. Star fragments fly while cutting at History stones with a phi lo-etymological–drill bit.
Time to tell a Tub truth or dung in this song? Who the author, how? Disk Jack of horse sense gives an answer a good hiding rear the endgame. “A vine-hole to the Year Zero Zeroine. A journey in the Universe, bobbing alung upon this inflatable woidmanshit?” A historical ill com 001, decorated by chew TOE Manchu featuring the Liverpool Philharmonic Arkestra and Surrindear Stagdo; the fibonachu projects has finally come loud to present: Superstring Theory: EvE ‘N pray TeaTurnteabell ding ding': time table of curryspundances. Hot licks of the mountain using the sharp tongue from the mouth, hovering over pist quantum stubble field. Seeding the re:volution with panspermia and stereoscopic genomicro' tales. The neuro-semantic grids and neural poetic aphids.
"We are now in a position to get rid of the 150 sovereignties and have a recirculatory, interacommadative, world-around democratic system. - Buckminster Fuller
Mapping fine network of fibers. Mycofiltration of Rivers of dreams. Bridge and superhighway into time/space travel. Subatomic babble. i Love thy motorway, respect the gas and give to the rich. Heads of state dont speak for us. The Mushroom speaks! A congress used to be a coming together like vines and a tree. Power P❁w w❁w more like or formal gathering of the best killers and religious zealots, some of the worst speaking, worst looking and frankly, worst example of ‘poetic” governance i have ever seen, read about, watched on television or experienced the policy and advice of. "People of the world rise up, rise up" - shouts the lunatic in the street - "against your oppressive fathers, rise up against the machine intelligence of occupational destructive government, all rise up. Lets all rise up like fairy cakes. Make em sweety sweet and colorful." Softwar and padded weapons, blunted by herb smoke, flattened by peaceful motives, squashed by compassion, deflated the Universe collapses asymmetrically by cigar shaped batons and angry riot gear gods, and then, just when you figured it was all flowers, boom, i drop a clanger right into the center of your cerebellum.
Repelling close to the speed of light in all directions you can imagine, tonight ✜ Stars appear out in view. A crushing boulder of grit connectivity, to feel the telemetric embrace and to get healed by the dark-core C. G. Junglist sound, still in its youth from the bowls of hell, just when you thought it was safe i break out the pharmageddon dub-plate sound. Crushing valve bass tone armies running up spinal columns in blood-splattered costume, sprinting through semi-circular canals and locks, picked up by dreadlocks and warlocks, vibrating the skull till poetry oozes out your nostril ales, full on draft of bass. But still the foundation stands solid.
Beyond the star-gate fate we await the next Kuwait and the next Kuwait and the next Kuwait, and wee wait and paint, and joke and be Joycerwooky, be the lone voice, against empire, against all odd’s, against dialectic? but not in cohorts with the Even, against the west and my family and friends, against the world and humankind, come with, come with, stop making such conflict Jung Slywanker, balance the force and feed your demons, against the Tao, against the here, against the NoW NWO, against all the bombs and guns and killingry, all the nukes, shitty prescription drug man-youfixusur's, telecommuniquestion mono-℗oly-ist$. √ampirates, against T.V and 90% of radio shit, Sit on the bank of a river and wait: Your enemy's corpse will soon float by.
CorpseManure. Religious leaders. Scholars of the world are alternative, novel, thinking different at the least. Animals and Plants. Taking sides and flipping em, cueing up thrones upon which to mount drones. And masturbate, sample and crumple up into an enfolded notion, burnt crisp, ripped up and drowned soggy lungwaj texts, scattered drafts fragmenting history. More people drown in glasses than in rivers. Its all over Alice. Make it new. My microwkosmos and my territory presented in full color.
i'm imcomplete, uncertain and therefore superior according to the most cutting edge thinkers of the 21st century. Amongst cutting edge painters and poets eye'm trolly an importer, trampling all over the loverly gardenfields and precise cr❁ps. im against the cops and with the robbers, id take the side of the indians any day against them cowboys. i choose women over men and the pion of children over that of adults, still i am a hunter, i am the hunted. Sing SΩMA hymns and solar songs all day long,
Praise the Sun for all the free energy and loving kindness i receive from it, i praise M❍❍na for all her weight and reflection, her gravity and grounded sensitivity, and i praise the stars for their presence this evening at this alphabetical banquet for all their mystory and impressive statistics, their hyperlight and guidance. i love the earth, although i don't often shout it, and her love for me seems evident too, her love food and love drink and wide range of love habitat and love environs, love fruits, lover nectar and love spices. Her provisions provide nutrition. Politics, science and nature in the mainstream culture. Culture multch, cultural manure. i am against the Empire and the imperialist institutions of planet earth, i wish all sides in a war could be defeated too. Because by now they shd/ all know better than to be bombing, robbing, raping and looting other nations, tribes and environments in the name of “freedom, democracy and human rights” makes me think of Theirium.
Any excuse from any government, religious group, university, school or corporation, anywhere in the world with access to the rehabilitated Telepathic intorrknitted "suberloway" and the world wide web, who continues to oppress their subjects/emplyees/copilots and partners must simply be thrown out of office, simply. De-frocked and sent to a nice care home and/or rehabilitation center. The new government lives all around you right under your nose and in your bed next to you at night, sleeping silently as intuition itself.
Me and my mates can run a city, a novel. well we can certainly delegate the cash flow better than the Robin bastards dishing out the ducats today. For flocks sake, most local taxi cab d'rivers cd/ implement a better more compassionate foreign policy than most national governments in my sweet humble onion pie, judging from the performances i've seen over the last 30 years! Vultures. Everything Government own's it has stolen, it even bites with stolen ✞ee✞h." Ichi said.
i-style point of view. Gnu. revolutionary. Everychanging. The FLi Ching sings us into the new millennium from the old one millennium. Piccaso, Dali, George Orwell and Mark Chan define our times. For me. Times turn tables over and around, mines a short story. Dig!. Shy Gary Garlicks the long and the short of it, them, who, us? a litmus (Literal Mushroom) test for guiltabillyz tea. Big up hairy V from Northhamp. How can i begin to write my story or my poem without flowing first. The end. Being free and unshackled? How can it be a race if the times up, how can there be rules without I-Ching? Ching.
With non-action no-mind and no war we can all score goals? Freestyle points of view might sharpen you. The Hero or the Villain were differentiated because they appeared on Television, and they continued to change, some change each episode, some change each week, some would take on new characteristics each month or season and change. Characters would give birth to whole new shows and spin offs or change off's and model toys which i could buy at the shop down town, or ask mummy to get for me. Change was a constant in my favorite characters from my youth, that's why i now love the i Ching its better than X BoX!
I Chingwaves or these moment to moment "jumping NOW's" ? Who or WHAT is gonna prove anything other than what the FLI-Ching already tells me everything and anything? Get into books and rhetoric and kiss me. Painters, moosickians. Fly SCi science not creditable but DNA incidents, see behind your eyelids, peeping behind curtains. DNA requires singing dancing and the tale of the tribe, but it was stopped by the horse people, when we left the cows and their dung trail and found horse we found trade, but this rhyme moves the horse to other end of cart and then turns it back into a cow.
Training mycelia to grow on different media. Mu Mu Big Bingers splatter all wet imagination = steady state universe of June 16th 1953 we seem to be moving towards singularity and there's a transdimensional object at the end of history, just like McLenna said, "its a mystory" and it's casting an enormous shadow, pull us into human history whack story, it has turned out for me rather violent and unfair, i mean, look at the news man. Takeme away in a Caravan of Love. Makes me very disappointed, seeing Big playas playing such a stacked and unfair game stole all the best cards. Stacked cards, fixed, stacked. Guards! left us with nothing but words, so here we go, eat this yellow snow yomegacomplex 21st century sense factory, like a fake dollar manufactree. Transformations.
"Dr. GOEBBLES NAMED REiCHS CHANCELLOR. Surprise solution to leadership problem by Partei Committee. Radio speech viewed decisive. Berlin crowds cheer. statement expected. Goring may be named Police Chief over Heydrich." [break] "You know what he's done, don't you? He's taken the best about Nazism, the socialist part, the Todt Organization part and the economic advances we got through speer, and who's he giving the credit to? The New Deal. And he's left out the bad part, the SS part, the racial extermination and segregation. it's a Utopia" - The Man in the High Castle by Philip. K. Dick. 11:03 PM. 2005. CA.
Nine Tribes Universinging towords Zero. Going Ninefold. Ain’t alf–plus three–to the Dozen. Wait of the date. Born into a paper cupplverse. Meandertale a telling to twist nine conscious streams together. Maybes in You-rope? Priority mail from the nib. Tact to the toetip of Dick: “D.E.A versailles tree-tea, Anslangerton ban on the brews” and other old news. Yet moonshine prevails. Set lips to beakers. LP’s to speakers. Squale of a tongue of the tea! HOT! Dame in white tie and tails sporting a Hat-top, hip tricktale ending. Skiing from tweeters in a minja-scale of the time comes a vision. MAYBES noodle axis. Shouting mutter.
Brew for Global Praxis. Heal the stars. “wooly ciao, wooly chaosmos” echo from street-bars. Flux flow and natural routes cut through land. Liquid Laws of entropy flow a theory witch seems most likely to flow from a greater to a lesser volume, potential charge. The locks of the canal help escalate boats up and down the sacred merryhill mount. The birthplace of the bastard child, urban redevelopment and rekindled slavery in the minds of the people. And the lives of everyone. A Viral Capitalist praxis of Americanized business. Brains on a spindle, deep inside the hollow earth, where gravities rainbow pulled cheer and true gritish hum-our into a living hell hole, literally mining the earth to power the imperial male dominator crusade for just enough bread to buy. Sweet Goodness forgive these devils, forgive my evils, the dirty residue sticking to the looking glass test lens looking at Apollo-nations.
Looking deeper searching vaults in caves, spelunking into seacrates deep underground Northwords, new directions into new chambers revolution tattooed on my tongue. i'm tied and bound to a crazy notion for moosickal creation in caves, My woid weird and live off my tongue. Owe i speak howl and chit chatter in and out. Not so much out of course, unless you invite me to read this? 76. ℜevolution page severnty six. Library vaults of M. Blavatski and G. i Gurdjief cracked open. And soon into deeper waters and quarters to Fenollosa and Orientalism. Pictographs. Mind the bag gap am___ta _usc_ria" i sit waiting for a miricle and mirror. Draining lakes and digging new shapes into Rivers. The melancholy of an unfinished sympathy here-story, to present a neuro-linguistic example.
Exactly the distinctive work of science maybe the modification, the Reconstruction, The mnemonic resurrection, the Aband:onment of old ideas and putting the band back together; the construction of new Ones and Zeros on the basis of observation, compassion, and love--Corps Error Biologic. Resonnance with several myth-science narratives from various Non-Local tribal role playing entities, have sealed for ME Re:Sun and Logick into a knu tribal role playing encyklopedia logik of Nekuomanteia: The voyage to consult the dead dead. Hello, Hellu? To learn an historical destiny through prophecy of the future future. Propellerheads Dunk U pun Mytear than the sword. Word.
Words slaving audio softwar metaphors of intoxic orange perception. Feel free to Cut and Skratch at history, like Pounds Rock Drill. Skratch at the Kroll security drilling. In for a punny, in for a Pound. Sample world into a concrete multistory bard-park. Stack shuffle spooky logic. Pro-ceed! Pro tools, "Prose" Tools Logic and Reason and Termteabells and a mix(here) in between. Prose and, stacks‚ of values. Everybody abstracts a different reality. Maybelogic Quarterlyi's Untitled 1.0. it was-is/was an outcropping of certain ideogrammic themes, Which translated into alphabetical linguistic meme's ME, A_arl_c, rehabilitating the Telepathic interknit image archives and spinning them. SocialKnittworking.
Anti HiV properteas in Oyster mushrooms. A pearltomedical science. GUCT: a cure for AiDS. Sub standard English school aids. Vinyl record sky-disc seals; fragments of Turnteatimebells ring, Sing your Tasty Tank-Girl Fodder. Virtual audio-studio softwar coordinates ↵➚↓ A painted Virgin train. Human/plant interface. Monkey Nekuomanteia: The voyage to consult the dead monkey. To learn an historical destiny through prophecy of the future. Where's my stereo equipment? The i-Ching no doubt! Conducting unfinished Arkestra's illustrating fossilized poems. Crumbling words swimming inside a virtual seal/Calendar 32 Track, 24 season semi-virtual studio re:volutionary, lap Swimming, A studio in which i am constructing a Bridge bewteen worlds and words Using images. in water. Siryllick presents for the second spacetime: Pro Logic toolz 2.3, Vinyl scolls, Table-lets, fantasy-seedtasty dubble dub platter, slanguagwhiches. Served on a platter. MiddleSpring hands juggle some Grown Jungle scape. Fingering tone-arms up into the phonographic hyperflight-disc amplifiction process. Kwantum Stubblefield slanguistix.
Green River, at Sun set. A stoned monkey rocks the boat, tips the scales ended a war started the ball rolling into fuel for a fire. Protecting me from ascension. Black and white figment of my imagination the potential for global peace. A long existentialist floored and deconstructed. Rules changing change. Baktun - December 3rd. Sun conjuncts with sacred tree. Crossroads. Get a guitar and make notes at the crossroads. Blocked road River rail terminal. Tolk of Tzolken lands, Fli-disc worlds and Olaf's aeons. Jester-joking press for smoking a Lye king Kung song of tea. Motherplants milk and sugar loaf Mountain riffle cake for afters. Love bread sons and love doe daughters, kneed to make their grain into waters once more. Breadrops into the heartlands, doe rei me so far. Raised me so far, at the crosswords puzzle Crossroads, across the puddle fnord. Mayan high on madyellanana smoothies, umm. Five i Cap italist consumed, 384 milkshakes a year according to the Yungnuy Drungnurb seal.
Five at a time, 13.0.0.0.0 sips from the straw. Swimmajic blue juice sucked up from the primordial Sun pot. Soon Winter solstice comes as the Sun juice conjuncts the reader sacred tree in 2012 Aknu Domiknowmi. Where do you go now? what is it? where did it go? are you really it and all that? Precessions or possessions? ISIS Irises see the many Osiriuses'. Who exactly calculates the future and with what instruments and grid system preferences? which seasons do we notice and which do we ignore? please send your questions to: Visionary perspectives and funny calendar studies. 13 baktun cycle street. 5125 guatemala.
Where [is] Today gone? tomorrow next week and last month, lost? This year, past present future where have you been sprouting. Last year, yesteryear now-time. Now then, here and now again, next month, way past today, well into latter day. New days dawning on S❍n-daze dance, presently thinking in a post tense. stateless and full up with verbs, wind assisted thoughts, where do they flow if my mind flows? still bound for future Urban renewal, resurrection? Hanged foolish criminals come back for their lootcase, bubbles glisten in the drawl from these lawying bastards. Looking today and yes todays now year, now were greenwitchneerg. Speaking jerks, skipping play back before mean old father time time. Unshackled numbers float around non sequentially. Numbers rise and fall like put options in early September 2001.
What we waiting for? the day will come, and go, has come and gone, No. Make it Now again. Knu investigations. Look, keep thinking. Where have my thoughts gone, where have they gone lately, where are they going? am i gone in the head? to the mountain. All there? a little bit out, off, something missing with me today, Where maybe the sky going off too? into space or into outer space. What place has my mind gone, maybe space is a place. What is Theirium? Do thoughts race for truth day in and day out never realizing they have already won. Never ever. Such prattle rattles my everyday dreams. With 24 hour drinking introduced, extra piss time-URin Piss it all up the wall. Contemplation: Never whistle while your pissing. How to keep calm during the rupture into hyper-space, How to entertain, educate and bring ultralight to the social trappings lapping the shores of mend. Catch 22.
9.00-10.00 A.M. 21:3:00. A saucy hot ravishing looking girl was in my bed. She had a perfect Tattoo image of her face on her BREAST! Also having the infamous image of an EYE iN THE TRiANGLE design on her shapely rounded hip. During intercourse and sexual licking excursions i discovered more Triangles at the bottom of her inside leg. A SPHERE with wings then spread all over her, inside her skin surface an impression emerged of a pearl raised like braille. Yet another triangle inside the sphere. The golden ratio was SPiRALiNG through her naval area and became stretched all around her middle portion like a moveable transfer. We licked each other again head to toe to nose again and had incredible oral sex together for hours.
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