"the best I ever" that stretch whether greed falls from finger to range "the motion, contracted, stiff" interest't forgive blanket muffle (scratch [itch] rancid) avoid rank'less desire stiff'd up hostile
D opens a candy bar hands it to C "mars bar" licking accumulated less new sugar lips full dragged slowly out "and look, at it" tradition ambivalent open desirous shapes square to sucked on flavor lip shaped tongue groove side less angle "it's divine, baby" early 'present reached in to love (ing) bury't are as wrapped aspects repeating even (ly)
(QUOTE) "can you deny the spirit....isolate...the love that was always there......it doesn't matter ....but it kinda does...jesus flavoured prozac pop...artificial sunshine box, what's the matter with you...take a lick...come over...insanity...for reality....believe....of your free will....alien press....candy coat reality with artificail sunshine box....don't be afraid theres a 30 day perception return....you'll never wanna purchase anywhere else" ( UNQUOTE)
She speaks as the half tuned voice of a violin
plays with sound and one ocean mirror wave above all else
discovers a heirarchy of alliance in stag phantoms dancing natures storm present to oneness and the
"teacups" that "spill"
on a north wales train journey terminating in england's midlands and depths unrivaled in shore stripe star born bars of legendary men's minds
whose passengers paint an acquired factual myth basis for personae profundus warbling bass rich imaginings commuter existences wish could be so.
Whassup wiv wannin' to 'ave a giggle 'n that? Answers on the brainwave express to
Derilict Battered Blue Tent Phoenix Park
Only joking artists.
I have been requested to select poets for the oscars and am making you aware of this because I know you all as compotent live. I have been told to send in audio so I will do it on Tuesday at the Grammies
Sweeney, Birch and Bung Philpots will have to be sought.
Anyone seen him yet? I caught the clearing up at Letterman's dinner party on Tuesday and he was there doing post night goodbye chat.
I missed his spot on the previous show
However I did see him the one and only time I MC'd MTV awards the eigth time he headlined it
I knew he would be good coz he came in with no papers and was completely off page
not that this is a pre-requisite for doing the show and those who do read need have no fear of being snooted.
Clinton, Stephen and Jim are all brilliant on the page. And Yvonne and Raymond are also very gifted readers with solid print reputations to back them up.
Bung was wearing a whitish trakkie runners and $3 million in bling on the majority of fingers of both hands.
He blew everyone away and obviously others want him to fail
A Jah Mon performer performed what I believed to be an extemporaeneous freestyle reply to Bung, along the lines of -
"Jah mon juss calm it dowen an we can be like they say in them trees with them birds and bees an no guns needed to be stealin' or beilievin in yem soul mon."
Jah Mon sat down to cheers from his table of associates far outnumbering Philpots and his buddy a large child/man who could have been 17 stone
Bung came right back all word guns a blazin' accompanied by jerky arm and hands going ten to the dozen with
AK47 Mother Fuggin sock cooker goan blow you down with the rhyme soundin' North, South, East 'n West side loud coz I don't need to steal no licks from the punks on the street or the mother fuggin birds just gotta be me yeah so blow goan you way full time.
The energy in the room at this point was palpable
I was wondering if violence was an option running through the minds of the assembly.
I plugged into the electric and delivered one of my own efforts the best I had ever done
diffusing the high tension
The night ended with a sing along and Ciaron and Jah Mon hugging.
If anyone can supply the slush fund please get back to me asap otherwise I will be forced into drastic action
have to expose oprah
with the slim pieces of technoloy I had implanted
This would be the best option
I also need a tape for Bill
I spoke with him last week and he said if I sent him audio he would consider using our work
for an enhancement payment of $59billion
If we get a good showing he will force them to offer him programme implantation rights
so we can all get enough of the action to get at least $2000 billion on the night
when the crashing and burning of armageddon begins.
Ovid pretender to the throne of Homer and William VIII
the first visit, or being there, no equivalence to being there, an odd block which affords the notorious to ignore their utilities, a wedge, a demand upon taking to the outward return, in time, in intolerable manners that survive as this again, this as time, so essentially there
melt in the western water with pension plan minstrels thunderstorm scholars of blitzkreig trualities anywherisms and drusha mortal words lusting for knowledge quarried from willow birch and oak
Impress a cold bard sharp symbol with your mind's cresentic blade on the whim's edge whose memory of song enclosure's unshaken star is husk ringed with weight shells found there
Apple of Venus unwanting barborous mind in wells of known wisdom
transmit saturn through an ash mars hazel hunt for merman strong rap only onward christian to gift channels after midnight, and inject a poem a day where fringe render lady's superfluous letters picket obsessed with latex crossing is the myopic line of rock's talk
Unmask apple trends instances of inspirationally uncommon sense where proof is untruth and incurios bone leaf and bole needs the mysterious fortress of its soul to return through labyrinths convened to converge in convoy womb questions confessional myth laid bare biography reveal as fiction.
In a succession of picture drawn dust speckled language spatters lie saint yesterday's aims elevating artists in clover stark imagination with plain void guess sports to unite loose grass harvest outshoots grazing
in imprint kicks textual values gracefully tender of spirit split basic allures and event stag might patient waves enter outside between comfortable catchphrases crossing a line mnemosyne schedules, as ma jarrs to muses shining on kip roof helicon heights here in big d
The protesters then began chanting, "W killed her son." ... If he were any kind of man, he'd have at least talked to her for a few minutes. This had better ... - Cindy Sheehan wants to ask George W. Bush why he killed her son, why he had to die. Cindy Sheehan sits in a ditch for every mother in this country. ... - Supported by more than 50 demonstrators who chanted, "W. killed her son! ... She said Hagin told her, "I want to assure you that he (Bush) really does care. ... - Cindy Sheehan holds pictures of her son as she leads an anti-war march near ... to ask the president, 'Why did you kill my son? What did my son die for?"' ... - He said dogs were often killed there, with their hearts torn out and burned ... One of her fourth-grade students who had been visiting relatives in West ... - Ask not at whom the Chimp smirks; he smirks at you. ... by one mother who wants to know why her son had to die in a war that has turned out to be a fraud. ... - Hebert’s parents had to sign the paperwork for him because he was only ... Robin Hebert said her son joined the Army to get an education and see the world. ... - Bush has the ring," the demonstrators then chanted, "W. killed her son. ... He said that he understood the "anguish" of families who had lost loved ones but ... - I had to go to Vietnam, and now he’s sending them to their deaths -- over 1800 so ... Bush has the ring,” the demonstrators then chanted, “W. killed her son. ... - Somehow I think the woman who lost her son may be suffering just a bit more ... you can thank president bush for that...he's the one that bought the ranch ... -
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until the global brain has brought to its chamber of gas poetics' cold bloodied carcass attended by a top weight team of sermon faced sophists conversing deep in language abstruse
beyond non understanding
in a swamp of post modern thought
addressing webs of hypotheses
resting on the basis of what lies beyond in the moment unknown or reached
but connected to now by the bridge of wisdom conceived erect with solid reflexive ideas and a full support of conjecture believed to be facts waiting to be found
once XY and Z turns to AB and C
when the ustopp able force of truth turns reason out on its ear and wel- comes in Derrida, Baudrillard Krestiva, Barthes and the Sy- mphonic absence
usurping 1 2 and 3 into a possible 6 that may be a 4 or nine depending on how the colour of tommorow's noon strikes the sound of yesterdays light
where onlookers standing in swamps of complexity ponder on unbelief and why the human condition cannot bend time to its will with knowledge philospohers make up in time spent farming and fishing the mind of proof for being essentially moved to reason the faith of beauty
the heartfelt woman said - don't leave or go or turn or walk i don't see you come closer don't go stay stay stay there's nothing for else for me there's nothing for me or of me can't you see? my heart, precious, my precious heart for you is all and all i do is pulse, swell, pulse and feel the wet velvet skin inside of my inside stay in my skin it's lonely.
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Leaves fall away tenderly from the plan of obsoulescence and in the jade senility cringing perfectly tudor sloping radio the section of taste in trilobite
far away some towers Vaux's Swifts late night Portland I am only in me a slang for meteor @ s.o.b.bing cuttle fish-nothing for use you king's X Y the soft gene crystal method Z now I've lost my soul shoe on the dancefloor some man is sneezing holding a camera
obscuring the deft and nimble states
where matter in eulogy perils parading though the long night of the filter
the smallest orgasm of stars spreads within a nebula of tired brains
an array of microwoofers hovers in a pleasure-dome of XANADU_XENON:
"Love has no ending..."
but ghostly bus drivers milling around the abbatoir
In the Liffey heartland of silver dusk puff in the muses flow, caught in the fabric of eternity woven by the city noise of a spiritless existence
shine hope within the stream of delivery try as never before to trap new Godness
instantly fall in love type words a PC preacher wondering on every lost site the earth could offer speaks
recall the last angelic emptiness to question and break the madness of mocking will encased in the celluloid of real thought
kill the odds of persuassion by floating in the vacum of a clawing absence
award to bodies of wisdom the shapeless gift of form
Wed in success with devotional claims of an emerald kink tip a bardic mask and split the atmosphere in three parts then move below the line of song
ride the past language of time with spook kooky buddhas the fenachas scribes imbalanced their squish funky truth for on the pages time forgot
Burn the duluxe of tormenting light - golden malt against the grain - until danger disperses to an unberbelly of society's pride
vye for life space in a premium detail found in the rainbows left when dense linquistic downpours stop and normality returns through an etymology of made up words in a dictionary where instinct and mystery is the proper boss of language
in the boardroom of needs muster enthusiasm to a cause greater than the wash of geezer beast talk traversing the opinion of form
locate the centre of what can be said without becoming a detainee of fortune or hostage to the words in legend on the dust of sound
bending fears created through learning the voice shaped machine of genes stored in the warehouse of person escape by stepping away from the edge of doubt
vibe on roadless maps the date unknowable verbs fully transit and detect free will subsuming to fate in a moment fashioned to occur as though none should exist but the one played
Inner being casino checks signed by the nib of chance cash out the chips balanced to return their allotted span and files an imprint of echoes detected blind in the outer wheel
so believe in a future unplanned or rhymed to sketch pictures mute of horizon
by chaining to the symmetry of soul
and spin in grooves of understanding worn before the cards fell and sides were taken
what of the geometric orphan? this colloid of hyperbolic+ babies?
tar+ and straw and a mud helmet we are wearing thin the tendons and the bible steaks
foe is so early+ whatever "their" vers.ion is-
sleeping under the same sky dead in lawns our mouths+ are both sloughed off cicadasouls and don't start with culo (cue: LO!) but even if aah, the perplexing spirits: tantreacles of Onanomites.
outre' pop culture "fucking" hacks+ children teen-agers, adults who are stoned letters between strangers found
all of us looking up and no one subtle enough to commence their song within the +ancient pattern /kinetic mandalas of proximal primes/ well enough or is it enough simply to breathe as a frog of invisible strings
wise for vibrations a waste 4 dumb hopeless hopeful eternity-
... ... ...
// psych. cartel Oz Mond production RNA gang(lion rap)e /heavy syn thesizeruminants //
it's blue. you do not dream what angles reify, they ply from carte blanche an identity, as one dismembers viaducts from flow through. art equals shield. delinquency from re(s)po(n)se sifts dark from light touch.
buildings are all numb in brown. around the grace notes lie host hills. remember: dumb resistance mimics stone, tribunals full of fuss almost disclose their lack of inner fire. yet one aspires to join the ranks of the resemblances to power.
on someone's shoulders, any joust is not-for-profit, and below the quasi-dance is not for stale observance. many playthings squeak and bounce. you know the drill:
an ounce is worth caressive blooms of prayer. I'm on the case. you're on the case. something's about to blister, and it's not your skin. it's not my skin. it's the rosacea of distilled new captains of restraint, who store their feelings in quaint glottal stops.
We know they airbrushed the hoods Of their Camaros with images of micro- Scopic undulipodia, and Herodotus says They disdained war, or at least, weren't very good at it.
And we know they lived with buffalo, Often inside them, using the periscope of long Divisions to usurp the gadarene interest of marauding And climatic stratocracies of limpid insurance quotations.
It is certainly known that they wore nothing at all but The tender budding bodies of favonian flowers, which once, and Certainly grew from spirally gardens mimicking springy proteins And the spruiks of wheezing blue-toothed theanthropos.
We can guess that within the rubber-bricked walls of their Hibernaculums cum hop houses heady haecceities gave way to halcyonic Anagnorises whose hypo-structural musicalities bore a striking Resemblance to the fleeting shadows of the last Libyan Wallaroos,
A chorus of Sciamachiavellies bounding into the long gone buck grass, In a hoarse whushling of homeless boneless kerygmatic diacriticals, In a cascading arc of ypsiliform rondures magnetic to the local Pir Aasvogel, The wide and sparing SUV whose palmiped signatures of absent papyri,
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