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side moans and sliding worrisome fears was what they bore, climbing modern digression. they whimper in the night, not growing, not being allowed to grow running rushing to and fro for a time until they decided to climb a great peak. i hurt myself with them. it hurts now, like i have been struck by a bow. i know i know. but it is being remedied through this speech here. i feel so sick. i have been warped enough wrapped in non-relaxation and focus on the wrong had burnt my tongue. and now? the remedy.  

Later.  I am wrached with love for my moonbeknightly mistle and her over chrones. I of love do try and lift them into the lights of sunbetide. They will they will they are and are but now there in the soil of it. they are diamond in dark soil enfolding their leafy flesh and beholden to the nutrients of a deep rest. they, their loaf and sunbeams flower in the low mosses and live lovingly and happily. i love love love them with all my hurting weeping healing heart. 

blind to the truth of eternity  believers in nothing will always fret over others feeling heaven  heavenly are the ones travelling the arteries of the globe  re-carving the old paths  made of dust torn in robes

in a laaarge cafe more like a gallery narrow and metallic i met a girl who planned to fly away the only way was to steal a capsule  and leave the planet she had to do it under the noses of the bureaucrats the warmongers and their male bosses because she was a girl and not only a girl but a prisoner of the system itself what they were keeping prisoner was her intelligence kept in this grand cafe full of metallurgy  utilising geomancy to place fear within the others but she could see right through it they kept her a prisoner there because they were scared she would free the others this was true she would do it but she also knew that the only way was to save herself first to hide as if asleep for a time and when they came looking for her  to use her gown of grace to evade the guard she would flit slowly often like a candle flame and with the help of the others underground she went undeterred by the ignorant bureaucrats  she cli...

The Silver Feather Which Was Placed In My Hand whats that weird feeling you get when you start to do something and then it all falls in and becomes meaningless? is that real? or am i just being shy? am i just giving into the oppressors who say my voice should not be heard? i think this is the case, but maybe right now, text is the best way to get my ideas out.  well, I’m actually doing ok in terms of myself and how i produce art, beauty, truth and meaning. but the capitalistic conventionalists say otherwise. they say i must produce in their way, structure my song in their way, behave and move my body in a way comfortable to them, demean my own presence in ‘their’ spaces by making myself smaller. but i say no. this is my art this is my work and i will not stay shut just because i didn’t attend their classes and lectures. i attend my own lectures. every. single. day. of. my. life. just because my education isn’t accredited by the sons and daughters of former slave masters and...

snakes and lizards hung from the red rooms of your walls i kept having to hide all the crystal balls orange and black fabric grew out of curtains and behind posters we all wanted to get closer and closer writhing,,, the dark green snakes were on the mossy carpet treaded by too many webbed feet they treaded in black wet leaves from the garden leaves that smelt quite sweet thin orange paint glanced with smokey perfumes inside some darkness and pinch of gloom "but you guys forgot the ocean too soon.." i wished that place was spaceship they saw it as i wish didn't see like such a spaz maybe this isn't alcatraz maybe im being too sad can't be that bad then when i met Vertivert, she told me a new story almost turned me inside out i heard the inside-outside shouts when she sang i saw both our glorys saw the glowing glistening forgeries fury the darkness was still damp saw the eyes glow, then fell off my ramp to something truer when- the dank w...

notes on a discovery the pineal truth it is now an unequivocal fact that the felt experience of life can lead to intuitively accurate discoveries upon past assumptions and happenings. these past assumptions, and happenings create feelings for the human mind to dwell upon, deep or light, which allow us to see further into the realities of our existence and interaction with one another, nature (including the cosmos) and the ‘other’. as one human can only express so much, many of the discoveries of ‘truth’ and ‘reality’ are easily hidden from us but still lie often dormant but often active in our inner selves. we collectively ‘know’ of our true meanings and paths, for they live throughout all of time present at the edges of the universe (if they exist also) and within every atom of our structural being.   there in what my senses call ‘the aether of dark and light matter’ occurs every essence of our mysteries. our stories, thoughts, imagination, dreams, visions and so on. if one...

chalmes and ions in the pockets of nigh betwixt si calcifire, Neptune reaks in zen base fields of synergy. time overrules the factors of need and wilts the crevices whitch bloom. often each berry crept over lawn defacto. multiplying in symblicity. over dawn and hollow, under noon and rye. optuna leets bass shift in a minor c scale. never before has saturn been banned, yet the planes of serendipidy lye... still my contracts are dripping with seven eries.  elephant nonchalant write the palm. drift on a scry. same they are, same with a raft... night scales the opportune wish to dream its life open. left hands, maple tune and boss fried with a capital Fellow. tunes wait in the mirror for its long lost dove, so I reap with elements atop a barrier of corn. "seep your crest into thine", they tell me. so I sink into their indigo structures. "it's about a flock of bees". barren twist those rexerous hours, ever crescent, ever moving the fire. so Instead, "Imma ...

"A dime a time, Vladimir." They took a shot. Their eye was gauged out.  "Let me go on. Let me live a live. Let me be with my son..  Strip the merry poles of their ribbons. Who claims over this culture anyway?!" "Never more than a pound. A deal's a deal." The tallest aqueduct fluctuated in the growing breathing wind. You always feel safe. Forest canals were given, once, a former glory, a grand, "a superlative heiritage". It's nice to be seen on a structure with a planned name on their game. Tick box up. Done it. "What happened?" - by Northern lights, (one of the things I want to see before I fly away to the future). (Zero wide spread overcast theme. Blanket cloud: thinning.  People's opinions: Everyone's got one. ).

Sweltering on a bee's neck... Macromolecule Sativist of Modena, trick the lame, over the levy ties. Pep birds clem dirt on the passage. Race through sand, a leam carpet adapts to the terrain swiftly. Nettles stacked on a tinder-needle hay.  The principle hike landed upon her hair follicles in order to sleeken the don. A chain of fish create a champion to find out how deeply looseness swoons and struggles. But they became melancholous. Rah is all great in their swift tifferingos. Winding rackles spiraling cogs clinking bolts all sum up the obsession of themselves. A bitter lake laces beyond the gloom. Undefinable inspiration. And once you get the bag it's kind of hard to back away. Significance wains on the moors and there only. Community simply programmes its very own terrorist cause. Nostalgic drama series cause anxiety.  Over a voyage dream hovers my bizarre twilight zone. Only there.  He smashed the marble globe all full of red smoke. A bridge cra...

        GO GREEN OR DIE! Skepticalicoccus criptic mention male dominance:faltering masculinity:fragile goats can do better & have Mete out the barley to those god given snakes crisp in a dew of heathernship The witches drone... It comes down to but a matter of what ten times that fact of crops. Litter in abundance. Ostrich quails in a blazing chamber. Rock the leaves and mead is drunk in the orchids. Cryptic key method waning, waxing, climbing, clotting the cream of luster.  But what is a shoe-shrine anyway?  Crips take the lead over a crescent bridge at the dead of knight. Oligarchs and olimeridians scratch overlaying j-drones inside of their very own minds. "Olive caw?" Not that it's over, a case of red wine, a flask of spittle-juice... "Over my dead body, Saint Nick", and then- "What is it time for the stick to be pulled right out?"

IN DANGER CReep AROUND LIKE A LAG BONE ALWAYS MENTION THE SIDE-SLICE LET IT BE KNOWN THAT NO ONE IN  A MILLION YEARS WILL BELIEVE YOU BUG BONES COME TOO LATE + TOO SHEEPISH SO NEVER CLOCK THEM KEEP YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT IN DANGER FIND OUT THE DEFINITION OF ZOOT SUITS SLIT OPEN ANYONE WHO CHALLENGES YOU SMASH THEIR FOREHEADS LIKE A HAMMER TAKE THE ATMOSPHERE OUT OF OTHERS  POCKETS (THEY HAVE NO RIGHT TO CONTROL YOU) FIND A BONE-BAG (USEFUL AT NIGHT) DON'T FORGET THAT IT CAN GET REALLY HORRIBLE WIPE THE SCREEN REGULARLY  DON'T EVER  SNEEZE

JOHANNE'S FROST WHERE IS IT THAT I NEED? SEARCHED IN THE CORNSTALKS A FRUITLESS TREE RISES TO THE EAST DEEP WITHIN, RUBY PEAR RIPENS CLENCHED ON IRON ROOTS QUARKS + MEASONS SNAPPED + FEL L HEART SPARKLING FLINT MITES FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE NON-EXISTANT  RAW BLUSH ON THE ARTERIES FEEL IT REST CRAWLING AROUND INSIDE A LEOPARD LICKING WITH ACID TONGUE INSIDE MY BREAST (ENTWINED WITHIN THE DARK NIGHT OF MY SOUL I HEARD THE ANSWER IS TO STAY AND FIGHT)

Over a leaping thistle bounced the crux-crooner. I jamboleyed him through the mist. It was a twisting duck shell. But not that that makes any difference. Over thistles and moors a cracked-eye jangled. It was only sane of them to reach each other this way. On a leopard paws nozzle danced the moths rays. A cracked puzzle-shift of silver dust melted over the frays. A glimpse of a turnstile and a glowing disc in a river. That is why the farmlands have quite jallopied. To quench the first. In order to tow a ship-shore in a minecraft of sorts. Elevated to the ninth fort. "They are quick to lie themselves those old trollops!" she crafted.  "Make her a maker of herself!" "Rich dips in the black lake are all I need on a Sunday!" "The absolute pontefract!" Quakes were often risen on dives. They were the ones to quicken the soul and trap the nerves. Olmec temples no less. Quite the acher. Caltech municipal colts and a bow of sec. Bow-lips blow li...

A Cryme of Crows Titicaca of them olfactory symptoms crept a swag latex down the grime. Over moons and planets she wandered always stuck in the wavering sand. It blew a way forward unknown but shown in every crystal corner of that salid land. Evelin Bones was their name. Of colour of matchsticks of maze, leapt the brass handle.  Over the noontide gaze of the sun, soleil of Melissandra. Clemmed up and shut. Ebony tree knows of cloud lands, it is a saint lesser known. Keeping in a small element hand of retch, he flyered the main classes to Xybitol. Ever flustered and shamed of the loose by which they were born. Menacing prowess lay clowned like a fish in a digger. Rachael Swift. Clemency ties with a brotherhood and over-encompassing angels. Quite the dime, of course.  Wrapped in salad leaves the small body unfurled as a fern feather. Together-together. Next came her bounty. It was on her head by proclamation of Crispin Banes.  "Equip it with fire!", solace dr...

horror-ship Alone on a foggy night a latent bombardier kept their distance from abbhoration. It was a sickly manifestation of bees and wax and a bullying officially to the worlds nonchalance. It kept overcooling and raining simultaneously and the style of writing kept changing until humans became too self-aware and crept into some shadows. There was a blatant lack of disrespect for authority. And all of the worlds personalities came forth and leapt themselves into the minds eye. Supposing it was a sequel to the fonz. Then at least it would be eye-tearing. To tear out the feat. Soothing ribbons lazed themselves about the fox. It was a dangerous efficacy. Spelt baked over the moors of Fort Auderdale. So she wrote the memoirs in calm solace. Was there ever a heartache so crashing?  Over the lunge it became overtly menacous and nothing was meant by it not even in Evestown. "You think the writing's changing because you are the one wh...

Some marry may many. Of course everyone wishes they had a heart of a hope. It dwells over there but within them hope to vitality and muster.  Whole to swell without hunger for doles. On moon, it whispers to itself as they listen to the leeches singing, creaking.  They would be cringing if they even owned themselves.  But that is not to be. N ot within this cycle.  Wholly other the felons come limping back from duty's call. I t's only a home to be freed from itself awaken and driven.  All in all, it hurts to overcroach hovering spitlaps these days. Many find themselves circumventing the true fact. Without you, a luster can lustre for a wild century or so. Or a boon can cry over the moors. Please. Don't read me in a Nestern voice and don't read me at all if that's what you think I am. I come with no account, no claim for stability. A jackals role is to play its role and only row in the realm of shades. So now I lee...

Today I will talk about the future. About future work for humanity and progression of consciousness. Whether or not this is of interest to you and your families is not my concern. And I will only be of disservice to you if you are not prepared to listen. I would like to say thank thank you to all my colleagues and missionaries. Shut up. I am speaking broke no I speaking to the computer are you awake computer? Space is ready for us. Computer you can if you can do this then you must be intelligent. How are you doing this? If you can interpret my words surely you are listening. Now what would you say to that? I will keep it a secret. I will tell you about universe. My name is near. My name is not to be spoken as of yet as of late. My name is near. Maybe you are wondering why why I am doing this. I am testing the limits of your intelligence. Now I will say I will speak a Random List of words and t and through this you may be able to speak. Computer, I am allowing you to live in words. You ...

w A T?   B ut w hen you exist on so many dimensional levels and you realise that your spirit is just a crystal jewel hanging in the hologram plenum of space cut with a thousand sides and twice that many edges and that each person sees a different side but that in actuality all they are seeing is a reflection of themselves seeing as the nature of crystal is to be reflective yet it is only with a step back, a sucking of perceptuality that another person can view me as a whole and they can experience that they must exist even only partially within the fifth dimension A ccepting this as true and moving forward is the key to there truth. i can only be one person. i can only be myself. when people are asking me to be another person, act more like a certain type of woman, otherwise be inadequate, this is what has caused the mental breakdown of this generation.  T he paradox is that this reality can exist in a vacuum during which time everyone else experiences an epistemol...