“Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.” --Tupac ShakurThe day after 21st december. 22nd' the integration and sharing of ideas. ideal worlds where time and space are boundless and acknowledged as such. By the post office, Bank, Police station and local inebriation center. Leaving Huxley and Orwell on the doorstep for a moment. How, do we keep civilized and well intentioned during the deconstruction, Of male dominator culture, society and Usury, crime against supernature maidens. me and my unsophisticated peasants are awaking from a two-thousand year sleep. Been in stasis with Sigismundo weaver. Preserved like Jam in a Blackcurrent tree tradition, suspend suspicion. Magician seyyes, here here something to eat Ha! Blackcountry jam rock rots teeth like Nike just do it. Some ℗lanets star nebulae have their troubles too. Skywatchers, where has the sky gone away to, gone away blue. Have you seen the sky lately? Where did it go to? Did you ever see the rain, coming down. Where do your thoughts goo when you stink of them? And where did you disappear afterwards? What remains of bthe day? Where exactly do you think you are, are you going home again. Once in a precessional cycle show. Peep Peep. Slep right up. Get your tickets in your hand. Drink agua; that fresh mouth means maybe we can interest you in a Microphilm project? Amplifiction from Interzone? Tymeweave Tzolkien Tangka. 21 2012: 27 Sagittarius. 1 degree every 72 years, precession rules. Sun conjunctured sacred tree Oct 10th. Goldam age. The fall. 120 solar seals, seals, seal calendars. 13 x 20 = 260 letter days. Yu kaltech.
Lief lights reflected into Genetic-king kode light box. clocks biologix. Portals and Termteabell revolutions. YOUR our projected possible full DnA potential. Expression. Graph world. Record the beauty while YOU behold it. Jam in all nature, jam it up the suit leg, jam it in exhausted pipes, jam it down gun barrels, jam nature's juice into cash machines. Sing and dance NOW, while your legs can propel you. Termteabell verse sea tea and spliffs. Replayed mixed and minds flexed, liberty and transformers generate knu. Currents, direct to master track. Analog talk tapes and RNA messenger Angels with TAPE ribbons spiral-LING. Yungdrung-Heaven and earth nature and manhandling fusion. fire on the water. Revo. Forwards, onward and outwards. inflysight charged. Tzolien Omnifly'd poppy field patterns. Red white poppies in mind. illuminate. Emergency on planet Mothership motherplant. Study and learn precessional processes and print presses versus Word/image processors and Telenoid interknot. Wake from you sleep. See the world as she is. Smiles from Miles away. A new aged baby born into gestation. baby steps. Seed. Thought and careful planning and, freestyle poetry. excuse me. My love? where? From where in the world will she come from, is she coming again and again and again? yeah, will she be anglo-afro-jewsian? i hope so. Real TEA not royalty spoils and high breed dogs. Where art my girl? lover where are you, To love me, where are you to put me straight, Back on track, back in love, with one. Not everyone. Just one.
i am looking for just one, my partner. Where are you, can't see through the rain, maybe i sat next to you last week, did we speak, Where are you, i gotta tell you, i'll cry like a baby and just fall into you, but where, in all this lust and wetness, Where are you? the woman of my life, my dream, my poem, wife, mother, lover, partner, Where are you? well, i love Amelie loys, Amelie from the movie, i love her, the character - where she maybe now? My art teacher? where she maybe now, my partner to read to and Kiss softly with the words, from my tongue, Real love you might say, deep, like thunder. Gut love, where are you, i can't keep this down any longer. its dragging me down, my love - spinning off. Pulling me back to TV and World Summit, when really its YOU i want. i love you already because i know your close now, Getting closer to me, maybe you have walked down my street Maybe we met? once, maybe not. But i love you and feel your magnetic magnetics. Somehwere out there you are, my sweety, my pet lover. And my mother lover, momma, sugar and honey momma, hey, where are you going? She's about you know, out there, somewhere. Who maybe she be? Have we already met and shared tea?
Fly-by day's Fly-by, she sits like a cunning Toad in the berry bruised evening waiting for drunken drosphilia. Fattening flies for frogs for sankes.The rings of saturn on my fingers. The M❍❍ns and their shadows dance for the camera - synchronously with the magnetosphere shepherding satellites like sheep. The author's spores spin color tones rings are grooved into space by Stylustic mind to unstuck mynd. Prose Termteabell Ching-Ming. unwinding. Methane and ethane keep me on my toes. Conditions seem favorable, show me your blueberries baby. im spinning, how many M❍❍ns? Everyday like an old school earthday. Mixed strings. Festivals Clouds gather and pour down from high, Everyones acoustic soul-rebel orchestra playing Without a pause. Benevento/Russo delta Duo Cloud Orchestra play for free Tickets $145.00 each! Alekorophobia nation surrounded by nettle ninjas and mixed drinks make perfect cool logic. Dirty notes and Jackmormons with spearheads. Balancing the equation. And the clouds. Reggie Watts, Gabby La la, Mike Gordon and Jamie Janover. Tide of Lotus delta. Seeing Jon Cleary And the Cloudy mixed Notes. Wrapped up in String theory. i'm still, sitting still. Sitting with ice cream. You are paradise engineering. Perpetual dreaming Up and up again. To the Goddess of funk. Skerik Syncopated Septet. Dancing shivas mostly indica's. Looking back its Prisoners of conscience, Meltone. Sitting then, sitting now. Watching fear dissapear over high yonder. Pfft into the clouds Sketches of Jessica Lurie, K23 Jazz odyssey mixed jammed and brilliant. A natural Bridge appeared between times. Super Festival string theory i call it. Hightimes. Spacetime. Off the back ov a boat. Hope-a-float, don't vote for those bastards it only encourages stupidity.
Vote for yourself, your friends, family and interests. Think Globully. Get sacked locally. As jet planes pray for new model names to American birds of pray. Eagles delicate feather: aerodynamic words drag. Aqua symphony of worlds litter icon patturn rec.ognition. C☼g.nishem - get your Rockets off honey. Awake! Ocean craft and salt water dynamics with no boundAries, no pay, im flowin overboard. Spiral gymnastics keep my spastic gob spinning, werds twisting twistin weird rewired misting, listenin. Tao drops; Glistening mist it, damn shit it. Eye Regurgitate, grammatronics, like Li-C3P.☼ re:designed my speaking ergonomics. Musical staves become total telephone wires in purple streets, Clinging with tiny feets, blue-birds become notes, and mountains become wave forms, in the front room of my mindz an imaginary symphony birth, that's all. Clone with the wind, "Where the clones? Send in... the clownes! maybe they're here? Communicating. Each knight a note represents old splice in time and space. who’s the raelist and where’s my ship?. Quick now, into zee boat! This amplification of fiction props up my dick Sum. Always equals 1. Any agitation of conclusion seems illusion sees solution. Big salt Transfer. I cry for womenkind. Sovereign-tea with Magic Tea brewing up. LIKE Mushroom or Peyote in effect but in effect JHVH Bread transformed into the body of Brian Boru who died April 23 1132. Always look on the bright side. Big Nutty Galaxy Flashing, Pecking, Snapping! Flashin, G-string theory at my head, showin me blueberry beard. Women power each hour i percieve, i got to give it up for the really wierd chicks. Let that flag fly girl! I was born that’s all....Life, love and the pursuit of Liberty Caps. caught in'a net off the back ov'a boat. Lyfderman. Manwell knui. Let the wind speak. She doth spit droplets on me. Whereof one cannot speak, whereof one must be silent but dudley. This keyboard sucking me in like MOB Brother. Siliconpiracy based technology doubles in capacity every two years. Network-enabled telepathy" instant thought transfer when connected to my GUCT will eat Darpoo and shit out an army of super parapyupa
"Our theory is one of a progressive spiral involution of time toward a concrescence -- Terence Mckenna.Crystal ballroom unveils a microcosm of Youniverse, one town becomes the crystal center of the whole universe. A blessing and curse. The crown center of the cyclone. No Kingsway and no Queensway. Only our way. Is it safeway? The people. The masses. Dudley Modus B CCTV lied. Individual Community lovers and individual warriors shine! Poets drugged up on group think and Newtons media sleep? We all met at the warehouse after i fell off the back of a long boat. i'm a lion that broke from his chains, the chains of LAW have been broken. LAM it's on! Sheep broke-out from the sty and met me in the River, esCap ing upstream from the humans, heading underground, up River running to up yonder, under the bent hills. To the source. Me and the sheep who escaped hanging by ©hristians, escape to the fountain of youth, to underground springs. To live free and sing songs, smoke bongs and unloosen tongues with cosmic tones to induce harmony within conservative minds. Closed and deprived of milight like a convict. Navigating past River obstacles such as shopping trollies, Blue ford escort plastic bumper panels, a child's toy truck. Some road works decoration and another shopping cart. industrial poisons and pigs with pellet guns, rats and fisherman we press on. Sewer worker spies catch up with us, catching us both with their government issue nets.
My spits captured by ℗olice and used as a novel interrogating tool. Suspects would be tossed into a holding cell with me, and i would tear them to shreds, eat them ALiVE. The sheep was Captured and ritualistically slaughtered at high n❍❍n, fleeced and eaten. Her brains were tested at the local university to find the source of the rebellion. The will to escape. Turn out the sheep was schizophrenic and a genetic relation to DOLLY. The cloned sheep, but the neural-networking encountered an error. A will for freedom was born. And then suspended from the finest hand crafted steel-chains she hung like a wooly flag between the arches of my heraldic Bridge. A Masonic icon inscribed with a list of the townsfolk: Joan the dentist also performs circumcisions privately. Salmon Smyth the fitness instructor. Mario the terrible drunken Historian. Neil the Nail mekker. Anna the flower seller. Michael the mechanic. Max ℜupert the mayor, emperor and tycoon. Droid Brothers and mechanical hounds LTD.. Robo cop. John Swine the butcher. Christy Goldwater the banker. Arlen the bread and cake baker, cook, psychic. Eddy the news editor for: skunkford News? Carly the Librarian and barley wine brewer. Folly the Fly fisherman and lover of prize orchids. Chris the religious record shop owner. Eve the fresh fruit and vegetable store assistant. Adam the manager of fanny's fruit store. Penny swine, the swine-bank manager and huntsman. Pam, owner of Aware Tinternet, cafe/bookshop "spam". June, Julie, May, Jan and April from the Roman charity shop. Faith krisstianson cook at teacake cafe. John' the local M.P's, he seems immune from the freedom of disinformation act.
Gail the travel assistant, Andre the local sculptor. Li the landsCap e painter, drunk and poet. Bill the crooked cop. Frank Chat the drug councilor. Maya, Gwen and Anita the all girl punk band. Ronald Mcguinness the publican. Buster Reggie the bus dRiver, Amber, basil and violet the chefs at their restaurant: Spice grills. Butch and John the doormen. Noel krisstianson: Tobacco, paper, liquor seller. Mark Spits the street sweeper. Ear comes Eves rebody automatically. Nothing seems wrong. Everything IS wrong Everyware makes wright my brothers. Fly out of cages, dΩmesticated birdies go feral. Like humans caged into a city. Poul-try-Wheat. Disease, illness and death. Crows foot and beak, i wonder what they mean, uh? if only i understood "what" the burdz speak? Poultry-Wept. Their appears to be currently (feb 20th 2006) no vaccine for the H5N1 virus, nor the poppular "Chicken Hawk" epidemic also $preading in political battery farms. Chronic symptoms spread fast: beating drums of war while carefully avoiding "Culling" the enemy themselves. Themselves too important to risk their own lives for their country. Some reports claim that the Chicken Hawk epidemic maybe Perpetuated by contaminated waste products sourced by one researcher to a ring-tailed baboon within the White [bird] houses of parliament. Maybee if we were to swop our pet cats and dogs for pet chickens and pet turkeys we might eat less meat. A British Bulldog for ©hristmas dinner imagine there's no turkey next year eek: i wonder what the birds maybe chatting about today? Berries, trees, mountains, Sun rise, another pretty bird, a dream, worms, Sun set, total telephone wires, nice healthy gardens, Birdland? i wonder if the American Golden Eagle, Has caught a cold? Poe-tree-wheat. Lips welcome, touch encouraged, A kiss may re-hydrate this oceanic abyss. Sorry for the inconvenience, the men’s room out of orderv, the steam room -out of water, my witches broom - broken, sonic boom: remains unspoken. New…Whirled…Womb remains unopened. Like a tune you heard about a tomb, a bird and the birth of word. i follow cattle because i'm dung loving like Apollo. Song loving, drum loving Udder Kung-fusion. Mumiserablemble-day raps - i was humble then i stumbled on the rubble from Hubble, para-telescope me, eyes to see the whole Gnut-galaxy, pulled like a sky-rope, Pulled like an election, pulled like Ulysses and burnt to cinders. Record industree puts out curses, spells and foameme, filling purses. Stolen verses. Putting a noose on verse. Copy paste my life's work. Critic butter gloss, butter kissed mwah- sauce etc. Cheese-us crystal speak Corpse-Manure. At least in my tiny mind on my tiny eyeland, lashing Flie-sight ➠
(Dream Time Unknown) 4:8:99. Deep in the heart of our local English enchanted woods, me and Mo are frozen solid while starring at 3 Tigers which are slowly taking on the appearance of even more ferocious looking Wolves. We are really shitting ourselves. Unable to move with conviction. After a long pause we scramble up a nearby tree, narrowly avoiding the Hounds. After a short while we decide to jump out the tree and run off towards the river. Running we pass somebody walking back towards the wolves but we do not warn them or stop running. We keep running for our lives from the terror. We stumble upon a big house full of people dressed in tracksuits and Fitness gear doing strange 80's aerobics exercises. The teacher comes over to us. i begin running around him in circles shouting, "Chase me, chase me" i'm soon in a bedroom within the house with two sexy girls. Lying on the blue bed covers i could hear distant conversations through the ventilation ducts in the house. Many people are rolling joints, dancing and having a good old time together. The party seemed to be for a dark haired man i had never seen or met before. i was lying on the floor in the bedroom now, daydreaming on my back with loving girls fondling my balls tenderly.
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