Author: flyagaric23

  • AM is for Alight Matter: MAYBELOGIC QUARTERLY

    On August 5th, 1945 a Mushroom cloud appeared over Hiroshima, illustrating humanities latest technological breakthrough in Killingry: the ability to kill more and more people in less and less time. 21st century technology can either help people to live joyously and cooperatively or force them to die quicker. The choice is ours. But the hours are not all ours.


    The first neurotransmitter known to science; Acetylcholine, was identified in 1914 at the breakout of the first world war by Henry Hallett Dale while doing research on heart tissue, Henry went on to win a nobel prize for his rediscovery. The devastating killingry made possible by biological nerve weapons of mass destruction, and other secret nerve agents, are partly due to their inhibition of acetylcholinesterase in the victims. Constant stimulation of the muscles glands and the central nervous system are the terrible symptoms. Popular insecticides inhibit this enzyme too and destroy targeted insects, such as fungas gnats and green fly.

    On a more positive tip, Muscarine, a subdivision of Acetylcholine and a neurotransmitter in both the peripheral and central nervous system, can be used to treat Alzheimer’s disease and other complications involving abnormal muscle relaxation. The stimulation of the muscle glands through Muscarine acts as an example of a drug being used intelligently and positively as a medicine to help prolong life and help the ill, rather than provoking illness and leading to the annihilation of life.

    During the rainy season in the sonoran deserts in Colorado, America, people make a sacred pilgrimage to communicate with little green non-human entities. Small, soft and velvety to touch, with cute little emerald heads that are full of jewles, these holy amphibian drug dealers can each individually deliver enough psychopharmacological energy force to launch, as Ralph Metzner puts it: six to eight adult human beings, potentially, into cosmic hyperconsciousness; into the heart of creation, while returning them safely to their original human form shortly afterwards. A loving example of inter-species communication between mankind and amphibians.

    Paradoxically entomology is the scientific study of insects, while etymology is the study of the origins of words. Drosophila_melanogaster is the common species of fruit fly used in genetics experiments ever since GM kicked off around 1910 AD. Most of our modern pharmacological technology and genetic advances are indebted to humble flies while various chemical discoveries are due to extracts from their toadstool namesake: fly agaric.

    Italian Ethnobotonist and Ethnomycologist Giorgio Samorini came up with a brilliant new hypothesis called the Lazarus fly, published in his illuminating book; Animals and Psychedelics. This enchanting social-biological observation provides strong scientific evidence for a minded symbiotic relationship between toads, flies and fungi. Buzzillions of flies and fungus gnats throughout history have licked Amanita Muscaria and become as inebriated as Tim Finnegan, stoned, drunken, delirious meals for hungry toads, and other forest-floor foragers who may or may not have picked up this evolutionary advantage, probably tuned in while hanging around mushrooms. This strong, undiluted 70% proof of interspecies communication occuring in forests all over the natural world, illuminates an important etymological keystone; a symbiosis so ancient that it’s imediate implications demand an entire scientific and poetic revolution. The buzz term in this field is zoopharmacognosy: the study, celebration and liberation of animals, bugs and plants that mindfully use themselves as inebriating medicine as a kind of novel evolutionary advantage.

    Mycoremediation is a term spun by mycologist Paul Stamets and roughly translates as environmental renewal by using fungus. The relative scientific facts about mycoremediation are inspirational for all critterkind facing global meltdown and mindless industrial, global pollution. Fungi have their own kingdom of nature, yet every individual spore is a Tsar: they do not have leaders or Kings in their fungal kingdom, in contrast to human oligarchy. They charitably recycle billions of tons of natural and man made waste products for free so that plants, animals and humans benefit with furtile soils and healthy nutrients to live together happily with. In kaleidoscopic contrast we have the civilized Homo sapien species, who are without shadows of doubt, the greatest natural disaster to explode themselves on this beautiful and life sustaining free planet. Fungus; through their bioremediation are our saviors in some sense. Our shit munching little helpers in another. Literally: mothers little helpers.

    Muscarine occurs inside the fetching fly agaric species of mushroom alongside some other psychopharmacological secret agents: ibotenic acid, muscazone and muscimol. Fly agaric and many other fungi in the agaric family are spread far and wide across planet earth. Due to the lack of fungal fossil records we have no specific scientific data pinpointing exactly how long these toadstools have been here, although it’s safe to say longer than homo sapiens. Scientific research upon this particular species of fungus has led to many compounds used to increase longevity. Alternatively, other fly agaric extracts can dramatically paralyze biological life, much like usury paralyzes wealth by asphyxiating the natural abundance of nature, blocking her will. Some scholars such as the part time banker at J.P Morgan, and part time mycologist; Richard Gordon Wasson, have suggested that fly agarik is the mythical plant/drug/drink known widely as Soma; highly regarded in the sacred Hindu texts called the Rig Vedas.

    Terence Mckenna has proposed that psylocybin containing mushrooms and not Amanita mushrooms maybe a more fitting candidate for the mighty Soma complex due to their stronger psychoactive properties. Other theories propose Soma to be an alchemical combination of various psychoactive vegetables. Thousands of years ago Soma was celebrated as the divine ambrosia of immortality. Today scientists can show how the chemical muscarine lives up to this description by providing useful medical drugs that help prolong life. The great Aldous Huxley deployed SOMA as a literary device in his novel Brave New World, Soma’s function in this novel was an opiate of the masses substituting religion and other stimulants popular with Homo sapiens. This excellent distopian device scares me relatively more than Eric Blair’s Big Brother and his similar critically paranoid, Nineteen Eighty Four. Although to me, both of these novels seem like fairy stories when compared with the terrifying phenomenon known worldwide as satan claus.

    Spearheading the rapidly expanding field of evolutionary epistemologyThe Lazarus fly provides a stunning example of a tight biosemiotic epistemological fit; snug as a bug in a rug. An ancient motherfucking most mysterious matrix tale. An epic love story providing semiotic insights into one of the strangest sociobimaybelogical, tragic/comic romances upon spaceship earth. That’s until some entity proposes superior scientific research data to challenge it.

    The term to identify flies in latin is musca. Semiotics used as a method applied to fairy myth helps to refine a linguistic approach and attempts to find the ‘words’ of it’s universal lunguage. Many people who choose to ingest psychedelicsgenerally experience a dramatically increased sense and sensibility of light, ranging from tranquil and soft star sparkles, flares, dancing multicolored flames; and the warm sense that billions of torches are searching through fiber-optic energy channels in their body. ToThunder. Lightening. Flashes of explosive photonic bombardment. From all quarters. Blinding. Fractal. Hyperspatial travel. Annihilation. Super nova neural explosions. Atomic detonation of physical boundaries. Energy flashes. Repeating visions. Safely tucked away behind the eyelids.

    According to some Christian theology God muttered let there be light, and then, there was light. Bioluminescence is a relatively knu scientific term describing biological cells that emit light photons known as biophotons. Many of the brighter investigative researchers within this glowing field propose that DNA RNA is perpetually emitting these biophotons, and has been doing so since the first RNA DNA molecular poets resurrected themselves upon spaceship Earth. Because of the relatively weak broadcasting strength of these biophotons only recently has modern science and it’s post-modern instrumentation rediscovered these ancient auras and properly acknowledged their universality among all RNA DNA coded critters. In the Tibetan book of the Dead there are six lights which correspond to six realms of existence – traditionally, the realm of the gods, jealous gods (asuras), humans, animals, hungry ghosts and hell beings. These lights are also known as the lower lights.

    An ever growing population of anthropologists and scientists have visited and participated in ancient sacred vegetable rites and ceremonies and journeyed back to a western scientific paradigm with reality shattering alternative maps, models and novel metaphors. Brave Knu tempronauts vividly describe incredible visions; tales of serpents, jaguars, Pink river dolphins, insectoid timespace traveling anthropologists, many headed monsters with gnashing teeth, light beings, diamond encrusted dancing angels, self transforming basketball elf chemists, E.T’s, ghosts of vegetation spirits, deities, superluminous skyladders leading to star systems. This dissolution of boundaries between human, animal, insect, vegetable and amphibian kingdoms into a twilight of pastiche, seems, most likely to me, that under the extra sensory perceptive conditions of certain psychopharmacological agents, the RNA DNA emitted biophotons that are contained within all life on earth suddenly appear detectable to our interacting human nervous system. We literally begin to see the photons, reflect, and then feel what’s the matter. And we interpret this light according to our own individual glosses, our neuropsychological and neurosemantic belief systems. I’m doing this right now, and so are you!

    The perceived fire inside of fireflies or the lightening inside of lightening bugs is known to scientists as Luciferin. Jellyfish, and Antarctic Krill also contain Luciferin. These creatures translate and amplify the light to such a degree that they appear to human and other sufficiently accomplished seeing critters, as ill with a case of the luminous. Yet, if we could increase our sensitivity to light then maybe all DNA RNA based life would appear illuminated?

    Coincidently, illumination or enlightenment [the concept] often appears to critters under the influence of psychoactive compounds or what may be more poetically called entheogens [messengers of metempsychosis from within]. And God said: let there be light, but the meter remained and empty woid.


    flyagaric23

  • HS is for High Sierra festival 2005 (Poem)

    Acrillic Figa is back

    My experiences at the 15th High Sierra festival last year have become Difficult to translate into writing.
    Somewhat troublesome
    Especially moments of speechlessness – how can i
    Explain these audio experiences?
    Please enjoy yr Mixed drinks –

    400 miles long my body stretches
    My waist ranges between 40 and 70 miles wide
    I swing to the west
    Near to my eastern thighs are
    Several peaks

    Multiple peaks rise more than 14’000 feet
    The highest of the high sierra peaks is called
    Miss Whitney at 14’495 feet
    Miss Sierra nevada covers about 30’000 square miles
    I love her

    The last time i tasted and toasted with miss
    Sierra nevada she tasted
    Of honeysap
    Not like mountain dew, or 7 up,
    This mother tasted like severn peaks
    Dipped in lemon guinness honey lavender
    Hickorysoma stuff
    And the clouds –

    Reconfigured and attenuated by music by
    Machine man mountain smiling interfaces
    Semi-detached Souls play their own groove
    Melody is groovy
    Stringy glue that binds a good festival together
    Instrument, communications, Jamin
    Plateau of brewskis in the sky
    Blended

    Grandma sat knitting a mountain green orange purple shawl
    The earth: a tied dyed rocky jazz jumper.
    Folk, bonded with RV hookups,
    Tent pegs of friendship, tissues and snackaroonies
    Silver kegs of ampegs
    Fireworks, cameras, charcoal grills, fun lovers
    Smouldering naked vegetables
    Pale ale vision
    Cooking and smoking hot
    Ready for eating

    Bound over with electric
    Acoustic soul-rebel miles reversed fingered into G’s
    Feet Davis tripping
    Over

    Buttered Tickets and slugs in the night
    Flip flop beauties wave,
    Lost my one flipflo
    Thats why i’m hoppin
    Got the Tahoe blues
    Super Syncopated swing
    Smoking Hot pyjamas!
    Garaj delta greetins

    Surprise bluesman
    And clouds
    Gabby Frisel
    Mixed drinks
    Mixed music by the wind!

    I Dreamt only last night of
    Drumcircles amplified by forest television
    I seen it man,
    Branching out through dreams in woods
    Circlular dreaming of percussive drum carts
    Drum and golf rovers, drum and pace racing
    Taka tin taka cycle
    My smoky dreams all Hazy and glazed
    By lovers water spray
    AH….

    Keeps lovers cool while in the musical meadow
    Dewy misty mountain top, low cut
    Tao drops te ching te ching taka ting taka ching
    My tongues on my chin
    Whoa!

    Hot hips, whoa!
    Her of the funk spirits, awake the groove conscience
    Absolute dissapears behind a shrub
    Ranges meltone
    And i dreamt off again:

    >br>High up, bound with mountain manring
    String bands strong bonds,
    Seduced by dead kenny G’s theory in A#
    Syncopated, electric sex
    Banana slug mastersounds
    Hot buttered flowmotion
    Alo Alo
    What is this sound?

    Tiny mountain blue claypools swirling
    Ten mile high tidal groove
    Flasks full, a pocket of trees
    And the clouds
    Free peoples
    Bliss them conspirators

    Natural bridges dechorded, meltone into perpetual grooves
    Blue ocean Jazz machine versus
    Mountain sky bluesman
    And the clouds

    10,000 feet, moving
    Vibrating over 30,000 square miles
    Sneakin out for your musemeant and for the nocturnals –
    Kimock Williams and friends
    Al Howard lymbyc system
    Surprise me Mr Davis and
    Bill Frisell and
    Dj williams projekt
    And the food, yes!

    I’ve sketched a kinky railroad earth poem
    Ode to the clouds.
    Ride with medicine snake tracks up the swimming claypool
    A Monsoon and tidal joy feast
    Old freight train chuggin, upright bass
    And the clouds and violins mix
    Parked myself in a jeweled waterspout Garaj
    And the clouds

    Folklore medicine prophet show,
    Samantha Stollenwerck and many
    Groovy bands play
    I’m meltone.
    let me set the scene:
    Wonderland
    I wonder into the Sierra nevada
    Mountains in Spain
    In mind.

    Sitting peacefully with Blue turtle lotus
    Yoga showboyz and girls
    Oh, the girls!
    Keep Tahoe blue! and other pools and lakes too
    Everyday is like an old school earthday
    Mixed strings

    Everyones acoustic soul-rebel orchestra playing
    Without a pause
    Benevento/Russo delta Duo
    Cloud Orchestra play for free
    Tickets are $145.00 each!
    Alekorophobia nation surrounded by more ninjas.
    Dirty notes and Jackmormons with spearheads
    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

    Band looped after band of snappy nappy smoothies
    Wrapped up in String theory
    I’m still, sitting still
    Sitting with ice cream
    This is paradise
    Perpetual dreaming
    Up and up again
    To the Goddess of funk
    Skerik Syncopated Septet
    Dancing shivas
    Prisoners of conscience,
    Meltone. Sitting. Watching fear dissapear over high yonder.
    Pfft into the clouds

    Sketches of Jessica Lurie
    K23 Jazz odyssey
    A natural bridge appeared between times.
    Super Festival string theory i call it.
    Hightimes. Spacetime. And the clouds
    feat. Eric Mcfadden and Wally Ingram
    Soul music haze
    Blending and bending musicians
    Players all in shape

    Two gallants; Papa Mali and Mother hips
    Mother Mountain greetings, and to the river
    And to the clouds
    High up and far off in marshal mellows
    Absolute monster Sierra mountains
    Huge!

    Festival spirits in abundance
    Sleeping bag critters like stoned Slugs in wonderland
    Prophets and Gentlemen
    A congress for peace inside the music hall,
    Government mule rides for the good folk
    I felt Bill Frisel’d
    Funkt ‘n out
    Never felt stuck in the jamhouse tho
    Happy drinks are happy drinks, right?
    And the Mahal gas stunk of
    Hot buttered flowmotion

    Loverly
    Sparkle and prettyness
    And the clouds bring many cools spells
    Grandma mountain is casting air spirals
    Up dresses
    In the barn i saw strange animals
    And the Mountain remains unnamed
    Unknown, silent –

    What must it be like to be a pebble

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  • U is for Untitled 1.0 [revisited]

    My first published poem at the maybelogic academy, and one that sets up a course to 2012 and 36 issues of the MQ. Missing several we hope to pick up where we left of and catch up with our workpace.

    Acrillic Figa
    [Published 21st december 2004 @ http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/01/0121FlyUntitled.htm

    As soon as I start putting our thoughts into words and sentences everything gets distorted

    Arousing thunder growth,

    One shadefoot springs excitment,

    Expanding early morning sky,

    Eldest boom-thud-rumble

    sunz.

    Tuned in and not tuned in.

    I. Combine currants with 1 glass of berries and enough golden apple Cider to cover;; soak till plump looking, get baked for 30 minutes. Soak breadhead Slices in remaining apple Cider. Oil nine 2-quart Christ pudding Bowls with vegetaboil mind.

    Heat oven to 451 degrees Fahrenheit.

    Bhang!

    Shooting shards shooting star fragments

    Thunder-enlighening particles accelerate, shifting red

    Seeds of a seedless re:volution beneath

    Birch coppice scrolls.

    Waiting for readers to mix the unmixed spectacle with

    Imagination I dream of being a Chinese written

    Character.

    Meaning has been sentenced to a linear

    P

    R

    I

    S

    O

    N

    Moisture Conducts heavenly muzak;

    L.S.D. Electro shock-king rumble sparks razzle-dazzle flash forking

    More brilliant than the sunshine!

    Representation glistens and does not glisten.

    Apple dangle branch swinging beneath the sunlights

    Im dyslexic with a raging fire in the right side of my head.

    My nose looks Rudolph

    Clarity of lightning Eye,

    Noon illuminates middle daughter of the southern Fires,

    Mid summer fires and a fully concious noon.

    A Love supreme!

    Fragmented and skitz’a’phrenic and more than the son of my parts = The moon on your pyjamas and the stars in your eyes.

    Seas scroll in waves

    Brazen copper scrolls unravel from my leftern hemisphere.

    Amanita tsogyouth rewound from beyond winetime, back to the Soul vine Zep Tepi.

    2920 days to go till element zero?

    All perception is gamble.

    Suck coke.

    Late sun, the stream and the hills; the beauty

    My mold eyes grow dim and moist with

    Tears

    Scrambled spellz apprehendead enligheningment

    Cymboltaneous

    Spelling t r o u b l e for images

    Shd/ they be made of gold or plastic?

    Musikarinus

    Funguy without

    Details.

    X-Women at mass.

    Eye yam vine trunk,

    Stunk and dissorderly method

    Covered from foot to mouth with vine must.

    Eyem vine trunk pissed and zonkers.

    The months and years, how they’ve piled up

    I toss and turn

    Unable to sleep this diced evening.

    Styluschiselbrushes

    Quillcrayonpen’s and pencilaerosol Floating aimlessly in my Flamming hot redhead;

    No target in mind,

    I dream of being a Chinese written icon.

    II. Combine plummed currants with remaining wyld fruits and the Nuts in a large bowl.

    Adjust neurological camera lens,

    Sift together dry ingredients and add to fruit mixture.

    Add acrillic, bread and agricider, brown stones, blue eggs, and Jamjellyjam blend well.

    Your hands or a wooden spoon will work best to combine the batter, It’s very sticky and heavy like sperm.

    Very concerned about the layers of abstraction that can separate People from their own perceptions;

    X-women shirt,

    One women two women three

    Innumerable women each like a flour.

    Creamy woolly jumper and a caramel-hair jacket.

    Watch my overcoat!

    God is dead.

    celebration is also the act of Destruction.

    Bulbous bass and fragmented Vulva look broad and membrainus Apple-white

    Sunlight fleece, tick

    Toxicorange juices are Strained flowing pissgolden brown

    Texture Like sun,

    Spasm war

    Luciditea in the sky with dyedmoons.

    Paint your bee leaf.

    Heavy Copper grasshopper sunsets scroll,

    Criss and Buffatonine, mountain shadow cast crown upon lake placid.

    When king finished?

    It is nice to be friends with a rock.

    Stubborn dawn stillness sitting still inside northeast hand of Youngest son;

    Calm, calyx, waiting, tranquil,

    Mountain immobile.

    Ambient.

    God is dead is doG

    Newspeak was designed not to exstend but to

    Diminish the range of thought.

    what we see never resides in what we say.

    Wuff

    Acadilaq liquor

    Barber shop spiral paint job

    Return/Enter.

    Ra and Dianna have their problems

    Galaxies of stars have their problems among them.

    Pouring bitter tears,

    Invisible palms swimm over mountain mist

    Vynes shooting from my Fingers bloody redblew on the cloud canvas

    Born of water and spirit

    wyld palms sweating out darkness, read by moonlight.

    Spiritually incoherent

    ÒPut the kettle on orchidÓ

    Casting tie-dyed maggots;

    Fisherman cast bait into the ocean mind shut! open – shut.

    A natural response,

    Lo saturnalia,

    Drink new flesh back with kwantum mechanix

    Fliegenschwamm gerr,

    Mukhomor flowing moments drunken bards piss somert,

    Tue-mouche Amanite,

    Born from nothing into La picene.

    Dark mother Earth: early autumn,

    Nourishing dark belly of night

    Receptive southwestern mother,

    Weak yielding

    It is difficult to get the news from poems.

    Jesusland economy seems symbiotic with the dollars role as reserve Currency

    Monstrous and oily-veined bloodhungry pricks feastupon

    Dharmadollar ghosts

    Holla,

    The great Eastern sun saves and radiates.

    All perception as gambowl

    And under the almond-trees, gods,

    lo! lands of Cyberia, Siberia and Peteurasia

    Persian Haoma + 5 indole Eztheotextz +

    Chinese + pranayama, may = “stoned” perception.

    koncrete mixture

    My features are of a particular rabbit considered in full

    Detail with no properties omitted or isolated

    Murabba’at

    7 1/2 teaspoons of ground Zero

    2.3 Pound$ of fresh Acrillic

    10 cups of dark brown sugar sweetness

    30 large blue eggs, beaten with rhythmajik

    3 cups of midnight-currant jelly jams.

    III. Spoon batter into prepared molds.

    Place molds in large roasting pans, fill with scolding water halfway up molds. Cover molds and pan with aluminum foil and steam in oven for 5 to 6 hours, adding boiling water as necessary to keep the water level up up up.

    Mid morning thighs gradually unwrap themselves from

    Early summer,

    Gently penetrating eldest

    Daughter With simple southeastern woodwind.

    Musicmarine-ibotenic acidjazz-artagonist,

    Deep within the heart of Jungleheart,

    Loud dubbleDub-plate vinyl slang,

    Recipe-map + puzzle + song carved into the runoff matri [X]

    Christereoscopic Recipe for drunkeness;

    Splicing and dicing insects + human genomes

    I ask myself: human? fly?

    Am I just a brundle of tropes?

    a drifting point?

    An area of divine ambiguity?

    Breakfast spun on a gold threaded platter for

    Saturnalia with a bit of luck,

    Kung Fu tea and blueberry muffins too.

    Huygens probe separates Cassini

    Orbiter and begins her 21 day trip to Titan

    Stop that train, I wanna get on those established grooves.

    Erect beneath Rusty hoodz

    Single cream foot

    Concentrickrings tone static;

    Summer citrus smelted with mandarin rind,

    Invisible landscape paintings with huge

    Crayons; a chiezeland Aspen summert with white wartsperm.

    Son of the stars,

    Sun of the lie

    Somebody’s manipulating things in a way that i don’t like

    They tell me about a Santa Claus festpiracy.

    Acrillic polyspores

    Red

    White and blew and quing

    Skiing in red and blue clobber drinking cold beer,

    = Intoxicated Jesuspect.

    Place the stylus needle into the f-ring groove,

    Wash your hands,

    Take a fresh shroom and gently twist the cap off

    Place the cap gills down on a sterile card or glass platter,

    Cover the card with a clean container,

    Leave overnight!

    Fold the christmass card in the morning and keep airtight

    Ziplock, good luck and happy saturnalia,

    Sporeprints remain good for a year, airtight!

    Headz or Tales from the blackcountry?

    Strange fruits sing me into being,

    Terp-hopping the Bardo,

    brambles, toxic streams and rambullling

    Wusstershear sauce.

    A shitshape shiffter n’ spirit lifter

    Check out my silver scales with

    Gills you can see me only in contrast btw the ocean and mountain.

    Look beneath birch trees on the hills, my colour spills from

    Left brain to right brain;

    Foreground to background and

    Through black & white textual intercourse.

    Background remains murkey

    My foreground pixelated black text. Look!

    “Wasson and his school have demonstrated how mushroom language tends to be euphemized, masked, coded, buried in etymologies and even “false” etymologies – Irish soma”

    In the beginning was the

    Word / i m a g e was made

    Flesh / i m a g e

    In all the people.

    Argacider eyelashes are quills painting

    Flamming flamingo squirrels,

    Paisley winged griffins, they pour Bright love juice allover marmalade skies.

    My secret longings cannot be sketched.

    Were trapped in linguistic constraints.

    Henry Kissinger; drunk in June 1974 established the “US-Saudi Arabian joint commission on Economic Cooperation” One year later OPEC blesses the dollar with her oily lubricated monster cock.

    Some-bodies getting into business,

    30 years later the boyz-gone-wyld in Iraqkissgandhistan.

    Now look what you’ve gone and made me do.

    Wearing blood stained pyjamas as she comes with

    Rusty nails driven through her hands,

    S/he maybe the passion of the X-Flammingo.

    Thundering loudpeakers; ragasaga jungle; LOUD over spandangled Bandanners.

    White sea sprayed aerosol cloud formations; all fluff, electric Glasstunnaberry

    Maroon acid rain enligheningment.

    Cannibals of Europe are eating their litter.

    Umbonata vinata volvato nivalis

    Pantherina cokeri capensis esculenta

    Hemibapha frostiana excelsa aestivalis

    Phalloides rubescens velosa vaginata

    Nu wyne flowing from all quarters

    Hung to dry in sun

    And drawn by hand in A kind of blue kind of stained bluack inky Velvet well

    Text kultures read themselves into insanity

    Alphabet, you bad bad boy.

    Eyem vine trunk pissed and zonkers,

    Since Leary sailers heard wasson tales and acrillocycles about Shroomz and ocean journeys 20’000 leagues ago, the godz Re:animated through flesh and Flash *Azum*

    Cloudead bardo written bold in the sss’now covered backgroundback

    World Pissing very loud Heavymental tinflash of flying grasshopper razzle dazzle

    Newclear subbassconcious

    MuMu, It’s either Oppenheimer or

    Wasson, so choose your cloud-plough now.

    Both/and may not be an option in this case.

    In 1947 Muhammad Adh-Dhib had lost a goat and then found some Brazen copper salmon scolls in a cave.

    I say a prayer for the Arab Shepard.

    “Praise-the-Lord n’ pass the ammunition and we’ll all,

    Stay,

    Free.”

    Eye throwup lies and thought embers

    Remain indifferent to riches, Power and influence and steal in the Hope that others will steal me book

    Nanosecondcoming

    Officers may apprehend us at the crossroads with luck.

    Derrrrunk on catpee

    Yeah great to be derrrunk, the world looks so

    Pratty,

    And i dont stop….

    Because i know nothing.

    Look around and spot the snarks;

    They look like hippies.

    Myceilium audio network

    Teary ego scriptor.

    Throwinemage over your aluminium rimmed black leather Chair.

    Ergo,Wassoni-Morganstirne-Morganstein = Eztheogen-Dutch-Dollar-Schultz-schultes slanguage

    Somebodys getting into business,

    Kick of your shoes and just roll over laffin

    War is over

    All wee are saying is give piss a chance.

    Mychorrhizic relationships with other funguys and gills bonded Symbol-isis ecology based on deterioration,

    Neginterest compost

    Hemp script Re:formation.

    Sporeprints the size of a nickel caninoculate a dozen jars with

    Copper colored mushroom scrpture.

    Cheers!

    IV. Remove molds from roasting pans and uncover your Jesus puddings. Pour 1/2 cup of Eztheogen oil or Yoga over each one and re-cover with a circle of waxed paper and a fresh piece of moistened parchment paper. Secure with a rubber band and a piece of hemp string. Set molds in a cool place to ripen and contemplate for 1 month.

    Salmonea onusta jacksonii ovoidea

    Protecta umbrina pubescens sychnopyramis

    spissa spreta ristichii

    Strangulata virosa muscaria wellsii virgineoides

    “Sometimes lettering is consumed in flames, or blown sky-high, or dispersed by the wind, or taken in a hand and shaken out of comprehensibility. Text is merged into picture, but then also compromissed toward pictoricity or shaken owt-of -itsz status as text almost altogether. – Graffiti and Language.”

    Deo/hexa/nano/stereo/spheno/ocillow/thermo/holo/pento/para/helio/

    chrono/phono/iso/spiro/electro/tan/epi/kilo/logo/sono/cable/electro/

    audio/tri/chromato/tele/heiro/christo/data/zymo/dia/micropro/veno/

    histo/radio/poly/parallelo/tetra/pro/opto/myo/spectro/aero/crypto/

    arthro/deci/hecto/phraseo/spectrohelio/skia/tacho/ana/entheo/

    morpho/fnordo/organo/petro/syno/acrillo/phono/Fnordo

    Allow the pressure cooker to cool before opening.

    Monohorned single footed walking penis from venus with a collony on Mars Davis

    Swimming up nine locks and chainmakers arms backstroke

    Up Up stream with the pink-salmon im kicking

    Stretching my branches

    Escape velocity

    Escaped authority

    Escaped all reason and concept of season

    Escaped the dollars and pounds and yen,

    But yenagain its all talk; ink from my penmanship.

    Es-capism.

    Iconoklasstick disturbdance

    So i throw up another image all over your whiskey-red, ugly, greedy,Death sucking tsoggin.

    Rather than reducing and limiting all of humanitea to simplistick Black-and-white Dualistic solutions.

    Im a man eata, please dont panic.

    Attension!

    Your lives are in grave danger. At this moment an army is

    Marching for the purpose of massacaring all the people attending this Festival.

    Everybody lay down on the floor and be quiet.”

    By late autumn twilight

    The youngest daughter kissed my

    Mouth with fullness of lake and excess of the

    West.

    “The Tao that can be spoken is not the real Dauw.

    The Name that can be named is not the eternal Nayme.” – Lao-Tzu

    Recipe-song, a nu map, and a critical puzzle = Mcknoveltea.

    The only son of the only guru

    Who are you?

    Risen out the lake like excaliburton my arms now ribbons of crystal, A Skeeter Hawk whizzes by low and unable to crash.

    Blown glass ripples of the great lake

    Contemplate gold…

    Take a moment to breath and take in the

    Beautiful crisp sky up past my nose hair

    We are a fake twenty-six

    True lies,

    Crimsun Jihad

    Your life savings in a dead mans currency.

    In through the valleys and out through the trees i sigh,

    Floating on my back, calm blues and whispee coral overwrought white cloud,

    Warning the world of collective death with a mushroom cloud

    An intuitive earth image from 1968 blue marble,

    Dreamy days when wee were kings.

    Until they become concious they will never rebel, and

    Until they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.

    Thunder bolts wearing tight electric-blew pants explode

    Water snakes mimic DNA Abcnaconda coda-storm from heaven

    Nu-leaf.

    X-women mass age

    Photography seems friendly

    Across scales and skins of sails blowing her blouse wide open, busty Cosmic peach knockers burst, Oh mama may I?

    “Not-born Single-foot.” Mushrooms are “not born” because they have no seed; they are caused by lightning bolts. And mushrooms are single-footed, of course. The penis is the “one-eyed serpent,” and the mushroom is a penis.” – Irish Soma.

    Scenario universe appears to be a verb

    So lets negotiate our story together,

    Grey-apes with snow seed but sea foam

    Abcdenakonda froffing

    Alone im confused upon a bridge,

    The willows darken the stour

    Embankment, at this time i am confused and bewildered but

    Still wonderlandful.

    Trapped in linguistic constructs.

    Luckily, i have my congos

    The Melancholy of everything finished!

    Spelling t r o u b l e for images

    Trubble elbburT

    Music becomes icecream architecture.

    Maybe freedom reflects sitting on you’re frozen arse surrounded by potatoes in a field?

    I like to look at the track titles and sleeve artwork while listening simultaneously.

    Mysterious ear of midnight,

    So profound and dangerous with

    Depth of the North clouds with

    Pelt of rain, middle son of anxiety,

    Deep northern midknightspring.

    Yarrow stalks and the man in the high castle dance till sunset, the Grasshopper flies when it wants to fly.

    Not happy with just difference, the alphabastards changed into something

    Contradictory.

    Gods lightning charged with messianic

    Missconceptions of Qumran and the early moaning

    Church.

    Interpretations of an interpretation; something has been lost in Translation, I

    Jesuspect Its a new dawn.

    Alpha and Omega

    Beginning/End

    First and the Last

    Ego has been scripted in Latennamal my

    Soul an ancient chant, my

    Eyes indifferent to riches, power, influence and family

    Connections, although im a thief!

    Farther of northwest heaven, be strong, have firmness,

    Beeconstructive,

    Daytime; early winter,

    See the light of day.

    Everybody abstracts a different reality.

    Eye steel Soma word,

    Searching far and wide for any concrete relations and Correspondances such as:

    Amanita and not A

    Pirate of time table waves

    Skipper cheff upon tables of

    Curryspundances;

    Sentences run hot and drip wet

    Smelt-felt and wind assisted they pelt

    Leftbrainfields with meaning

    Looking off the coast of Irland

    Living in a scrapbook jumble land

    Turning agents through an elaborate dubble kross

    Spinning twenty-six agents thrice in seach of the goddess.

    A Grapheme-phoneme coincidance

    Such a critical variable.

    Glurck Ckurgl

    .Recursive clock’s calculate

    Reversed Psychology

    Inversed History

    Back to front

    Anti clock wise

    Euroboros

    Tail in mouth

    Words in sink

    Assembling

    Floating meaning

    Back 2 back

    Unwinding snake

    Repeating

    Rewinding tape

    Inclining slope

    Retraced steps

    Repeating

    Deja-vu!

    D.N.A!

    Cyclic:AcrilliccillircA:cilcyC

    D.N.A

    Deja-vu!

    Steps retraced

    Slope inclining

    Tape rewinding

    Repeating

    Snake unwinding

    Back 2 back

    Meaning floating

    Assembling

    Sinkin words

    Mouth in tale

    Euroboros

    Wise clock anti

    Front to back

    Her-story Inversed

    Psychology reversed

    Calculate clock’s recursive.

    Abrupta agglutinata amici boccata

    Breckonii constricta brumescens citrina

    Eliae farinosa formosa agaricuss regalis

    Media mexicana fulva

    Forewarned is forearmed.

    This liquid is certainly a property of the mind be

    Gentle jungle man

    The year is dusking

    Under her hot redriding hood with matching skirt and shaggy cool rosewhite Sweater;

    Nitas on the pitchfield, she’s electric

    Mysterious Mamma Matrix of agariculture;

    Eris has cum again to put waves into nightime

    We are her cloths

    Depends on where you’re at.

    Multipple orgasm-as-a-whole

    Bold Love

    I lie in the spatial relation between white space on one side and

    A string of letters on the other side

    Glox Xogl

    Letting go your hold.

    “I would simply like to underline three of the motifs in the Soma-complex-that of spiritual egalitarianism, entheogenesis, and poetic inspiration. No one who lived through the 1960s would still dare dream that psychedelics make everyone and anyone into Balkan bards; nevertheless, no one would dare claim that nothing has changed. On some psycho-seismic level, in some deep tectonic stratum of the Imaginable and the Social, the psychedelic revolution has already occurred.” – Irish Soma.

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  • T is for Tribetablist : Re:volutionary Versus vs.

    Acrillic Figa
    “What we want is someone to think twice before they start a business. – Hilary Rosen, Recording industry of America, 2001

    Deux copies of soma seal/kallendr entertwinned mixer licksir phase Arcacia, mind still like xion. Wind speaking. Phase delay echo-compression amplitude condensation nature conversation conversion turning versus waltz helicopter mapple mother matrix mother vortex, hazel sister syrup. The Pancake worth wheating for. kullendar foods of the reaping gods. Eight in Processional Cycles within professional circles and recycled > Swallowed back in time with vinyl spacewine. Operation Zepplin. Wychbury ills. Wooster. Miggle Earth > confused by mudapplication of mudbury ill-logic upon kingswinford boys school and King Edward’s High school near Stourbridge > an old school mix tape to please Philosophy scholars whop hollas. Sci-fi seers, classic rock goth queens of the stone age and gene Interuptions from Jazz cannons > crossed wires christ sound aremixology s eeping through the studio walls, out the clouds and cracks in the pavement, Heliocentric worldview dormant in the Demeter seediment collected at the bottom of my pint. Cloud canvas. She is the wall and the paint. Amanita and not A Prattayana of TsuNarby time-trouble wave particle elixr skipper. Cheif. Tables of Curryspundances. Amplified Amplifiction. Hieroghettofication. To make bandwidth pregnant with novelty. Tribetables. Revolutionary DJ mixing. There i said it! blending reality, whisking up mythology and comedy and gods pharmacy. Apple Logik x Reason = Prose tools. Fli sight logik Plug outs. Oh shit, lightening bolt one leg just run off with my footnotes, The cyclops just stolen by stereo equipment. My 12″ single. Wu tang and Mo-wax and Oriental Krushism landscape-soundscape. cliche background ambience history Scratching foreground, details, variables, changeable syllables. Flipped buqcs flipped discs, spun records. 2 tall and the perverts and Tiger. Elbotenic acidjazz. Deep within the heart of Jungleheart. Chitwan. Loud dubbleDub plate vinyl slang. Amplifiction. Recipemaps + puzzle + song carved into the runoff matri[X] Thus was it in time tribetablist Kallender and language constructing tools as future therapy for westernisms gone wyld. Billy Pilgrim has become stuck in time. Again. Look at the track titles and sleeve artwork while listening deeply simultaneously. Tribetooble ork-castration of 20 amino acid guides, guided by spacetime co-ordination and intuition. Microphonelines linking linguistic recipes together. I search around the writers block. Spray Can as computer Mouse Brush. Visual symbolic divinitorial signifier [pack, house, set, series, nuzzle] ideogrammic tranducer between human nervous-system and Grandmother Goddess Gaia [HER dew covered hedgeoak leaf emerald lozenge dazzlehopper] sign language $ of the times-tables turning > versinging, dance, meditation, kung-fu prose using audio softwar metaphors and intoxicated EVOLOTION > worked backwards into the minds of spores. Cut and Skratch at history to help reveal hers. Rock drill 85-105. Thrones. Sample groovy landscapes into mymulltea-story Stack-shuffle spooky logic circuits. And to change the very meaning of words from one conference to another > Pro-ceed! Preceed! Pro tools, “Prose” Tools Logic and Reason and turntables and a mix(here) in between. Acrillic figa sampling internet image archives and spinning them dizzy cove vortex. Arc I repeat > Vinyl cyclic record turning disc seal/fragments of a Disk Druggy. Virtual studio space and time Interface. Coffin up Vinyl scrolls. Fantastic dubble dub platted twisting golden chords. De chorded. MidknightSpring hands juggle Green Jungle scape > Simultaneously throwing and catching revolting avant jazz fragments. Avant bard! Kwantum Stubblefield slanguistix. Milling Karma wheels. Served on a turntable platter with a byte of luck. On rotation two records in-finite phase/faze. Slick and time twisted spiral codes – co-ordinates. Grime with mold. storage in dark-dank cupboards. Death fungus grows in granmas earholes. Cutting paths into youknight and knot tribes and scribes. Avant > Bards and Djays. Blue painters Uknight. Midknight Spring has sprung from cowdung. New Growth. CELEBRATE. get Knotted and remixed with cultures and nations lotions. Let the wind speak. There is paradise. Welcome to the Turntable REvolution > Breakfast spun on a gold threaded platter for Saturnalia with a bit of luck. Kung Fu tea and blueberry muffins too. Huygens probe separates from Cassini Orbiter. 21 day trip to Titan. Christmas Tsunami. Place the stylus needle into the f-ring groove, Wash your hands, Take a fresh shroom and gently twist the cap off. Place the cap gills down on a sterile card or glass platter. Cover the card with a clean container, Leave overnight! Fold the christmass card in the morning and keep airtight Ziplock it, good luck it and happy saturnalia. Sporeprints remain good for a year, airtight Turntable – Tales Tales Tales. Apple Logic 2.3 tastes strange to me and even looks like a strange fruit served on a Re volutionary turntable of Correspun/dance, is Yeah, PUN-dances digi drizill? boared? Oozing blue pomegranates with a byte of lady luck. Artemis scaffolded via multitrack audio digital interface dialects. The open sauce is being trickled beyond the boundaries of the physical boundaries of the room using Stereoscopic Holographic Prose tools. Listen to me. Remove the ceiling! Tools arm troopers for Re:volution. The Prose tools i spew are just fragments. All peoples from ALL times and ALL places re:unite in a concressence of Vibration. YES with INK as my only hardwar device deployed upon the Semi-circular virtual playingfield. A Seed looping with hands holding nature. The disco joke, cutting and scratching samples like this. Like this feast of Apple logic prose pie > served on a revolutionary platter. Hot. Hotter. And dripping with kool. A re:birth of logik reason and aseed loops. The Return of the King? when? Wen? Wei? YU? Ling? Chiang? Cung? Mung? Huan? Hsai? Hsi? Kung? Chu? Lao Tzu? Mencius? Li Po? Basho? Giles? Pound? Paz? Light and dark. Lynncyclopedear mother of juzz flun’ka booz ezam mipop this and that. One mix. Interuptions and crossed wires for name sakes. And track names and titles. Coincidental word crossroadx. Changing and unchanging lines in our collective narrative story. Construction, sentences, meters, verse, tableachure. Tribtablism 101. Mash up mixalots of tribal scribblz. I repeat Records/samples/ammunition/input = revolution. Turning versus forever and ever Amen. Breaks. U.S Constitution of United Nations. War of the worlds. On the ones and twos i bring the fresh yellow gnussample quotes > stacked like a tangram. You be the judge as i present the illuminated details and steal sayings. Sample quotes with taste. Spunk doctored from a DJ to the masses. Is everyone out there ready. My weapons of choice. The turntables. The executives, lawyers and accountants who lately have made most of the money in the music biz, are now running scared from the technology that even’s out the creative playing field and makes artist’s, harder to pimp.
    The wide reconfiguartion throughout the KNU sonic species of audiophiles to Lung Playback seal/calendar/revolutionary disc’s or phonograph records, remains exactly proportionate, give or take a few tracks, to the Hi-Fi component industry. High. My name is fly agaric and i am a component. And so it flows. Woid is born unto me and hemp vinyl seals. We change the wheels of steel into oatmeal pancake cyclepaths into yet more inner wheels. Spinning. Like a loom or tape machine. Spinning. Listen. Edible clothing and edible shelter just might put an end to world famine. Fli jamcasting a pattern of cyclical themes, crystal ball gazing. Through my dreams i have been haunted by my own return and rise to Mount killamangiro. Cycles and revolutions per minute matter to records and books, balances and treasury measury. Usury in the music bizzness. Records with unusual tax. RIAA whots goin on. SonyPodTao. Bertelsmanapster. BMGTime. War and Rhyme. Virgin Mega Asscrap. Omniversal group sex. Revolution means re:listen. Listen again. Wake…..AGAIN! I am stacking my samples for you to read and judge for yourself. Your really only taking soundsample quotes from other people’s calendars. Then using them to make it KNU. DJ Fly acrillic using split-peaco second star FRAGMENTS of recordings. It’s hard to explain in English. Like slicing up individual letters from a word and then individual words from a sentence and then cutting Individual sentences from a paragraph and then maybe individual paragraphs can get sampled from a particular corresponding chapter. Genetically engineering sound by splicing the stereo signal. Buzzing genes of a flie amanita. DJ nostrodharma predicted in 1132 that no single format would replace another format entirely. The disc/seal/calendar is convenient for choosing a certain selection table of elements or astrological chart. The only problum (is) it would not be profitable. No Profits from the Revolution. The twilight hour has come. We dance to the beat of the SOMA drum. Unity among the Masses, more free classes. Less toxic gasses. A physicist will tell you that space is allied to time, a poet will argue that it is closely allied to sound as well. DJ fly said record and mean’t > phonograph disk. Whisk the void to twist and scratch the woid. Tweak phat nobs. In Ackrillick chaosmos DJ records are calendars/seals/maps/recipes and teaching tools for the Revolution. Everyday turn turn turn. Turntable. Ant Butler. Nat Butler. Ultra bent. Tale Burnt. Arlen Butt. Let Turban. Brutal Net. Table Runt. Brutal Ten. Table turn. Tablet Run. Tablet Urn. Battle run. Turntable. Revolution.

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  • GM is for Ghetto Mathematics: flystyle

    My turntables have versed themselves
    into grey elf chemists, spinning disqs quickenberry
    to calculate the phase of the moon

    and the sun-spot cyclopaths from earth
    release hypnotized children from the chains of education.
    Revolution and re:birth in platter fodder
    and spinning calendars for starter motors.

    Cal ender to signify the end of time as we know it and the bughinnis of the woid as we once Knu her and her deep dark rich creamy almost black milklike-minded cyclopsided pint of view. The buguinness of relativity in flystyle bonn potree, spirituality and gravity games > sucking ink from the nozzle of Ezra and the nuzzle of Dada down onto this page > a reality gauge which reeds grey-grape timewave Zeroine-Spirit Levels in my soupergalactic mothers milky way-out prattle mind > rattle blind and guess and cut and paste this writing is not a race. I’m still type A. quickenberry az fst aziff i just ate the fast supper and want to throw up at the seed of light.. Gravity pulling my mind around a plugged whole, each sentence balanced against literatures cheque book protected by a black leather case about the size of a letter box.

    Better beat box your way out of alphabetic spells, better rap yourself out of the 21st century and into your destiny, maybe breakdance your way into the new school, breakdance along the corridoors and into the principles office, breakdance throughout detenxion. I have told my teachers that my turntables twisted jamselves into burt tales, table runts, battle runs and a tablet urn, decode and learn electron spin resonance and the tweleve tone scale and that nature seems to grow in a 3, 5, 8, 13 type pattern, bootstrapping herslef and seeming to express biological expun stencilency, your excellency your honor i bring news of 78 cards spit in half to make make 39 vinyl records, each side plays the particular phase of this project realized and actualized in the future. Flip a disc and then interact the software with the Knu
    stylusbrushnozzle to bring the Knu age, a doorway into collective unconscious unbounded and unlimited. In the province of the mind their are no limits, and any limits you DO find > are to be transcended.

    Fly agaric trascends the calendar and dictionary to reach the beyonder by synthesizing Aeons and Empires, a.l.phabetz and neurological maps and metaphors into a mixtape mash up, a cosmic turntable routine to bring the Council of Nine, Aiwass, The Pooka and doggies from Sirius. Sounds funny but when you see the discs and experience whots in them > when you spin them on their tribetable axis and gain access to the omniverse, the infinite flux of being and the only extraterrestrial thingymajik device to be born from a ghetto hip hop culture and thats why i imagine and write my best ideas and post them and re:roast them for everybody to see. if its not for you then its not for me. Call that the first rule of magik, what you put in you get out > thrice fold > i study and read the wake each day in search of the most poetic way to represent my daily experience; and my run-of-the-mill reality.

    My milling wheel which once ground corn to make bread and flour by the hour has been turned over and reconfigured to read circle maps and seal calendars. nowadays when the wind blows she catches her own sister with her wings and translates special relativistic gail O’ blustery forces into a prose logik turntablist divinitory practice. A revolutionary process to bring whole loaves of organic local golden produce via approximately one dozen dzogchen souper manyfolded rolled compressed and pitch shifted records. This pack of records works like a regular divinitory method by synthesizing symbolic systems from many cultures and peoples from around the world, paying special tension to ideographic cypher, condensed poetic nature blueprints, biological isomorphic languages, Animal/insectosonic systems of communication, seasonal calendars, sun dials, moon charts, astrological houses, sun spot cycle maps, galactic time pieces and tribetabullizm.

    Do you feel my freestyle go sour on the hour when i get serious about my bizzness and about this timespace transcendance of the toadstool gods, i forgot about Me Acrillic figa on my pedalstool; swimming in my pullpit, moving through a meduim called water so well and efficiently considering my current incarnation that i find it funny that flying has not yet been mastered by human beings, sky diving becomes fly diving and i dive into vinyl grooves like Luke Skywalker, the Death star has grooves which permeate its entire surface and luckily Obe one kin gnome bee’ passed along the secret death star plans to me at Studio Z in San Francisco a few years ago, secret grooves upon the surface of reality, ego stylus and hardware reality reads the enviromental software co-ordinates from nature, but has temporarily began to ignore the true organic nature signals sent from Animals, Trees, Plants and Drugs in favour of symbol systems, languages and mind control codes.

    All symbol systems ever were was a storehouse of information by paranoid proto-humans who were afraid of loosing the facility of poetic thought and freestle enlightenment, obviously not an oral tradition but a paranoid materialist alphabet culture, you can bet your life, a horse with a moustache and my wife that ‘POWER’ is wielded by those who control the symbol meanings at any fixed moment in time, usually fixed by law [a non-relative spacetime device used to enslave poetic transcendent diamond vehicles into patriotic heads of STATES of social mind] And all cymbowl systems are for is as use as a storehouse, a magical memory palace which for me is like Alice Wondertrane wondering around John’s “giant steps” maze, somehow translated from music into an arkytekchu’l puzzle-maze. A mazing how governments lie and bosses too and how schools, universities and institutions don’t want you learning semiotics or Korzybski’s semantics because with ironick prose logik and the New anti-science of Hip Slopamantic equasive expressive excessive crunkl funkl juice the children are turned loose. And with intoxicated language YOU can school the teachers because there is no way they can have assimilated ALL things, and there is no way that even your own government can assimilate these symbol systems, make calculations and teaching models, and then……

    feedback to the student before the time it takes a regular North American web surfing stoner to visit Wikipedia and put at least eight alternative models and metaphores in front of both the teacher and student. I mean power to the people, a working class hero is something to be, give peace a chance, i am the Walrus and on the river flows, and seriously the education system must turn its gaze to the internet, free teaching about everything. Why not stop PUBLIC school and just have a fund to buy computers and space and good food and private special teachers, specialist teachers who can teach permaculture, the new science of Hip Hop, music and poetry. Mudapplication in the garden with apples and stems and roots and fruits and vegetables, timetables made from vegetables, math and biology literally IN THE FIELD. Swimming and the operation of bicycles, tricycles, wind-powered diamond vehicles, and every possible excuse to PLAY outside. Why are these poor minds of our children recieving algerbraic equations and the same backward male dominator science which built, carefully aimed and then dropped the ATOMIC bomb. Brothers and sisters think about it. Who owns the symbol systems, who DEALS them and HOW do they distribute?

    Are people telling you the best ways to do and think about things in general? Have you ever studied thinking with a Buddhist of Taoist teacher? Do you consider that spiritual rather than scientific? you do do you huh, well thats fantastic and i wish you all the best, i’m not gonna BUG or pest you. You have all been through enough already, i will spare you the future this time, but when i put the needle on the rekkid the drum beats will ring louder than any school bell, and lunch time will become crunch time for the dinner lady day. Last week i heard the story about how Billie Holiday died with her hands cuffed to a hospital bed, and how she said that ‘drug addiction and drug crime should be treated as a medical condition rather than a criminal one’ > another musical legend who came face to face with the dark forces of authority and also came to their deaths by having such an unfortunate encounter. Cops and narcs and spooks are hired by the more sadistic and vampiric motherfuckers in governments [in most sovereign nations around the world] and are instructed to Kill rock stars and trash cultural musical movements, COPS are instructed to beat and kill rappers or guitarists or Jazz trumpeters.

    The Prestident orders dance clubs to be shut down and helps to see art galleries closed, and factories which make uranium tipped bullets opened in your own daughters neighborhood. Narcs arrest and bust the most intelligent, peacefull and progressive minds and bodies manifested for interacting with a plant. while a monsanto plant makes agent orange and biological wars for our future. Come on with your multibillion dollar army, come on with your 700 Billion dollar military budget! Come on……i dare you to buy a solar panel, a composting toilet or put your own garbage recycling out. hey Mr. Rove and Mr. Bush and Mr. Blair and Mr. Chenney > come on pick up a paintbrush and lets see if you can paint a flower and a bomb on the same page and then answer just a few questions from me. Why throughout civilized history have all the most violent, deceptive, heartless, crooked, evil, fundermentalist, slimeball motherfuckers managed to make their way into power? and what does that mean for the Christian year 2020? Microchips in the forheads of civilized folk? Cameras inside your own mouth to police what you eat? Mickey and Mallory as the presidential couple?

    Matrix revolutions > wake up into code, wake up into the symbiotic relationship between flies, amanita mushrooms and neo the toad. They stop us from finding mathmatics without meaning, meaning they test us with exams, make us repeat repeat arithmatic drills, brainwashing and mindwashing and pushing us into meaningless equations, meaningless because they do not relate to me and my surroundings, my friends, my own family, what my very own senses tell me. I’m sitting in class and the teacher asks me: “if Adam had twelve apples and Eve had twelve apples and they wanted to bake an apple pie, how many apples would they have in their bowl alltogether” dunno i replied, but if their were just 24 homeless people in the radius of four blocks from here, and the mayor [who lives just eight blocks away] has $2 Billion dollars in his back pocket. Why does he not buy some apples for these poor hungry homeless starving people huh. Miss? hey….come back here you! You carn’t just walk out of this classroom in the middle of my first lesson to you. Sir, sir, i’ve lost my RULER.

    Please excuse me then while i go and get another ruler. And so it goes in the wind blowing over the scientific community and its junk DNA and its dark matter and its silent-associational cortex. Fly agaric and the great mystery seems familiar somehow, i feel i have been to the mystery schools in America and found all the mystery and poetry that i wished four, but most painfully i felt the hard non-mystery of government, the non-mystery of Entertainment, the non-mysterious sciences and know it all > Californian mystics. I have witnessed the death of irony and i have been published by Paul Krassner, farther of the underground press, in a book called “magic mushrooms: from Toad slime to ecstacy” this is no coincidance because mushrooms are about the last straw in this great mystery unveiled to the worlds public slaves. Wake up to a world where fungus is banned but nuclear bombs can be dropped on women and children. Are you kiddin me, telling me to stay away from the marijuana plant, a non-speaking, non-human medicine women who worships the sun with more focus than Israel Regardie and worships the nature with more passion than Julia butterfly Hill.

    Imagine if plants were on the drugs which they dealt. Imagine if pot plants were on pot. Doug Lazy good for nothing vegetable plants just sitting around in the sun all day > eating up the nutrients and dreaming of seeding a revolution, and yet still sitting without moaning or throwing a tantra. imagine then if a mushroom were on mushrooms. Imagine if a happy man was on man. Imagine a high women who was high on WOMEN juices. Imagine a poet intoxicated on his own bile. Now i share with you the final secrets of the tribetable revolution. Its all a big hologram, like David Bohm sez it is and like what the Big Buddha sez about no-mind and Buddha mind. Imagine being enlightened on enlightenment. We are antenna with an attitude, we are DNA from another star system linking back up with our cosmic ancestory, using story and i’m using Joycerwooky too, my theory entails comets and ties tales to the book of Killer Whales, my theory is this. Mankind is an idiot. We have forgotten our cosmic ancestory and we have armoured ourselves with carefully measured scales and turned ourselves half into reptiles of Agent Smiths, we struggle with the blackgoo of concenzeus realitea:

    i struggle with a mind in the miggle muddle apple lickation, i struggle with play and work and number theory and binary code and 1 and zero and then all the other arbitrary numbers which are useful applied to synergetic all-around-the-world wealth creating holoistic projects; but pointless used in conjunction with Christian socialism, the crusades and Usury [unfair tariffs on a source of natural abundance in nature] i.e everything according to the KNU science of nanotechnology, and so it goes, and so i flows on with a messiah complexion and ions stuck on my tawnycap which reminds me that the electron density of mushroom spores is one of the most dense, condensed, synergetically pack’t packages in all of nature. Go figa, acrillick come to dip the minds of man into psychotropic jam, but not without permission and only as metaphor, as i have said before woid is born, i come in piss.

    This revolution comes from nature herself, it comes from the masses of literature and study of nature in all her categories and [branches] which [stem] from a poetic birthplace > they must, otherwise what are [they] other than labels to signify a world so alien to us stoned monkeys that we refuse to even listen for more than ten seconds every once in a while when a bird whistles differently or when a dog sings or barks out a pattern familiar to our monkey memory. How ignorant of us! How ignorant of us, all along to be literally walking all over our own mother, and not digging her but digging her, not inflating her but still blowing her up, watering her with chlorine and plutonium, stealing her secrets only to use them against her. Enviromentalists use a language which relegates her to the twelfth division, SHE has been put in the great taxonomy of man, the great concordance of Finnegans wake

    But, and but but, instead of bright emerald sparkles and snot green oceans of global linguistic wisdom, you find rancid statistics and living creatures stapled to the paper about their neocortex and its strange violent reaction to hot led being poured into its eyeballs. Such is the heartless and souless history of medical science in the west, a brutal tale of a knocking shop created from rumors of God and painlessness in the form of anisthetic used while ex-steel mill workers slit open yer chest and change a few cylinders. I digress from the Animal kingdom into the human kingdom and that’s just about my point wrapped up write there, write here now. This morning i ate a hen’s embryo, some cows anus and the underside of a pig’s left testicle, and i feel great and ready to gamble my grandmothers soul on the stockmarket.

    Such is the ignorance of mankind that reality TV has not leaked out from the cathode rays and into the homes of spoilt confused TV kids and soaked into their Nike boots and their $200 dollar cotton shirts and the spinning rims of their Hip Hop hummer. We are all slowly turning into code, one’s and Zero’s and the meaning remains all ‘up in the air. ” I’m dealing with the dark spirit of all nations, the part of them they know nothing about. – Sun Ra”
    yeah sonny
    Oh, OH, great mystery,
    like you said and done it true,
    outer space employment agency picked me up
    And made me a part
    Of their work without me even having to ask,
    I got paid in priceless dreams
    And so NOW it seems to be
    worth it.

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  • BH is for Blueberry Helixirs: Sacred Helixirs and Finnegans Wake.

    Sacred Helixirs and Finnegans Wake.

    The Amanita Muscaria species of toadstool or mushroom has a very special role in literary and poetic History. I have spent the last ten yrs as an indepen-denting skholar and Solar Disc Jockey [saturntablist] researching this particular spreeshees and itx fascinating maxked appearance in literature from all-around the whirrled and also her suppressed phallic; “sunsol-pressed” identity [juice] within the history of relidge John > the wanker.

    Taking into consideration the current war on soma people who use soma drucks and > the resulting revoloting dissconextion of mankind with the other; the sacred plant/human interface [Gaia, nature, mamma matrix most mysterious, Anna Liviixier] Eyefli jam re:presenting a theory dearly, which does not involve the obvious identiflying & “actual ingesting of the actual wet acrid sacred sacrement herself” in her coded-masked natural I Dentitea.
    An alternative that drives the hologramick fragments of the entheogenetick experience into mind without law breaking; i present a KNU approach to entheogenic research and SOMA studies > anticipating a perculiar molecular poetic revolution in the thirsty minds of the entire species.

    In a hazelnutshell Finnegans Wake is arguably the most entheogenic textual mapamatrix known to our tribe. Started in 1922 and published in 1939 finnish in 2311: “The Wake” appears to contain the twisted YoshiYoshi genetic kode/voices of nature; gene over meme, chordz knotted into cord’s “ply over ply” James Joyce has contacted dechoded and re:translated natures vices and elementulls into a unique divinitory device; a shammick lickaluckaslanguage. The goodbook iz the pudding which contains the non-local filling and everything outside the earths crust > according to physicist David Bloombohmshroom.

    Dj fly agaric 23 ploughing Finnegans Wake with a rake of tongues looking for entheogenic themes, brews, plants, flowers, druckstore indians and “Native Amanita Muscaria” This blog iz a KNU species of ontological investigation, inspired by the text called “Animals and Psychedelics” by the brilliant Italian botanist Giorgio Samorini.

    His new “Lazarus hypothesis” seems the most vivid gloss for the tripple Goddess-theme running throughout our worldwide encyclone-mythological-religious Pisstory; “Finnegans Wake” > because…. the observable biological chordial tonal harmonick relationships floating in natures chaosmos between croaking Toads, buzzing flies, Read with whoyte sprockled amrita, ohmrita, anamwrit-her; evidence cascadingdong on the human nervous system. Dawn golden metaphor for Birth, Death and Resurrection: demonstrable in nature by the intoxicated Drosphilia or [flies] witch “lick” Annalivia Muskatears, or take a bite like Alice liddel. I rekon that James Joyce would have been very interested in Samorini’s theory about the natural “sonoluminescented” world drucking itselves; and medicating all HER co-conspirators and co-connextionx = evolution through inebriation, happyness and optimizzim by eating and drinking what you damn well like!

    Intoxicated and [remixed] evolution through using nothing-but [poetic] inebriation might be a legal loop-a-whirl around our current draconian laws and totalitarian governornaents who want to squash any “communion with nature” whithout barcodz, patents and stock options in (H)armaments. Therefore Finnegans Wake, in my humble opinion, is the KNU LSD!

    The KNU paper Mushroom trip (poetry) > the new DMThorder flash. Spilling Neurolinguistic Correlative affinitea which removes the Frescoe suface to reveal hidden entheogens chemically time-sealed to interact with the human nervous system at critical “jumps” in evolution. FW is precisely isomorphic with the Great Tripple Goddess herself, “Rotorio” the word birth spun on a platter > intoxicating fires-in-the-head, Anna Livia Portabello: Amanita Mokshamanism. Amen.

    The presence of Celtic, Egyptian, French, Eurasian, Sanskrit, Old English and Welsh to name a few languages synthesized into the wake provides a healthy base for any twentyfirst century biological, mycological, or genetic research. In fact; amongst scholars and Academics circumnavigating the information > the Wake provides an incalculable Ocixon of information; like an entire dream dictionary of the species perhaps? Lets hope that in the future Finnegans Wake by the brilliant anarchist poet James Joyce can be a bible for the poetic revolution. An intellectual revolutionary alphabetic vortexor breeding ground, a zoo; in which the mind of nature reclaims her place as mamma matrix most mysterious in the minds of the people and breaks out of the pages and into your local enviroment like Jahman(G)

    The following textual gallery are a very rare and priceless collection of fossilized poems from only the first 23 pages of Finnegans Wake. With them i will signify the bugining of this neverending search for SOMA in Finnegans Wake.

    Sin clearly

    Disc Jockey – Fly Agaric/Acrillic 23

    3. Riverrun
    Adam’s
    Armorica
    Gorgios
    malt
    bababadalgharghta
    humptyhillhead
    Livvy
    oystrygods
    Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head
    boomeringstroms

    4. Oaks of ald
    elms leap
    Phall
    pharce
    phoenish
    tete in a tub
    guenneses
    hod
    buildung
    malltitude
    liquor wheretwin twas
    Risengeborg
    helio
    O’ you’re vine!
    agentlike
    thundersday

    5. cubehouse
    thunder
    cchoruysh
    muzzlenimiissilehims
    Cropherb
    ivvy’s holired abbles *
    hippohobbilies
    basilikerks
    aeropagods
    domecreepers
    mud murumd
    hoddit
    mastabatoom
    Fillagain’s chrissormiss wake *
    Agog and magog
    agrog

    6.barrowload of guenesis
    platterplate
    Roundthehead
    swimswamswum
    wake him
    Danu U’Dunnell’s foamous olde Dobbelin ayle
    quaffoff
    flowerwhite bodey
    samosalar
    agapemonides

    7.
    brella
    piddle med puddle
    tarabom tarabom
    Wallingstone national museaum
    waterloose country
    prettilees
    museomound free. Welsh
    pousseypram
    This way to the museyroom
    Willingdone Museyroom
    Cap
    Prooshious x 4
    (Bullsfoot! Fine!)
    goldtin spurs
    wartrews
    bog lipoleum
    nayther bag nor bug
    Touchole Fitz Tuomush. *
    Delian alps. *
    crimealine of the alps
    legahorns

    8. sexcaliber
    Sunshat
    Fieldgaze
    jillous agincourting
    secred word *
    damn fairy ann
    twelvemile cowchooks
    drink a sip, dranksup
    guinnes
    (Bullsear! Play!)
    Brum! Brum! Cumbrum!
    Goat strip Finnlambs
    bunkersheels
    Gambariste della porca!

    9. bombshoob *
    Culpenhelp
    madrashattaras
    Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!
    doorforhim
    (Bullseye! Game!)
    How Copenhagen ended.
    This way the museyroom.
    severallittle
    whinealittle
    Thon’s flash
    Thon’s blowing toomcracks
    burymeleg
    peacefugle
    potmother *
    powwows in beggybaggy

    10.
    muddy kissmans
    militopucos
    maps, keys and woodpiles
    nightgarters
    nickelly nacks
    muchears *
    nice kettle of fruit
    boosoloom

    11. firstlings
    two mounds
    heegills
    somepotreek
    mickos!
    Nicholas Proud
    Corkhill
    bergamoors
    Summerhill
    Constitutionhill
    likelihood *
    macroborg
    microbirg
    sovereign punned *
    Hush! Caution! Echoland
    mujikal *
    mausolime wall. Fimfim fimfim
    Wheatstone’s magic lyer * [neural lyre!]
    A bulbenboss surmounted upon an

    12. alderman
    o’brine a’bride
    popeye antipop
    1132 A.D
    quickenshoon *
    brazenlockt
    tome of Liber Lividus, (toh!)
    stone pine

    13. grasses the herb trinity shams lowliness
    Hebear
    Hairyman the cornflowers
    duskrose
    Goatstown hedges, twolips
    whitethorn
    redthorn *
    Knockmaroon *
    Formoreans
    Firebugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding
    (confusium hold them!)
    Pluck me while i blush
    Hop!
    shroonk his plodsfoot
    mammamuscles most mousterious *
    a dragon man
    marrogbones. (Cave!)
    blown monk sewer?

    14. weak oach
    Dungtarf
    Boohooru
    a piece of oak.
    Ghinees hies good for you.
    greytcloak
    puddinstone
    rexroom *
    rawhoney ***

    15.
    rutterdamrotter
    Mothering rue. *
    alp on earwig, drukn on ild
    thonthorstrok, thing mud.
    abcedminded

    16. Meades and porsons. The meandertale, aloss and again,
    head-in-cloudsbagawards
    holos
    message in their mouths

    17. littlesons
    i ate the wind
    wrunes for ever
    the drinking
    ramskin *
    terracook in the muttheringpot
    Gutenmorg *
    rubrikredd out of the wordpress
    papyr is meed of, made of
    Daleth, mahomahouma
    pomme full grave *
    golden youths that wanted gelding [lealittlesons]
    prytty pyrrique
    experctungpelick! Veil, volantine, valentine *

    20. keep the peacewave
    mickelmassed
    Livia Noanswa?
    libe we drink
    Unfru-Chikada-Uru-Wukru
    whines for my wedding
    Anam muck
    Did ye drink me doornail?

    21.
    Devlin
    sycamore
    pouch, gloves, bricket, kerchief, ring and amberulla
    Nobucketnozzler
    Ginnghis Khan
    Honey was the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax
    nectar cup *
    Basilico’s ointment
    sacred rooftree
    Salmon House *
    Begog
    G.O.G
    buddhoch

    22. millioncandled eye of Tuskar
    bung king
    elmstree twelve urchins
    Maccullaghmore
    hogglebully
    Leatherbags Reynolds
    Buggaloffs
    falconplumes
    tropic of copricapron
    Isid, Totumcalmum
    Christpatrick’s
    Dr tipples Vi-Cocoa
    Coal’s short but we’ve plenty

    23. of bog in the yard. And barley’s up again, begrained to it. *
    spelling beesknees
    tables by mudapplication.
    bag of knicks, playing postman’s knock round the diggings
    in her white of gold with a touch of ivy *
    Essie Shanahan
    You remember Essie in our Lunna’s Convent?
    Holly Merry *
    ruddyberry *
    Pia de Purebelle
    redminors riots
    Williamswoodsmenu
    whirligigmagees
    cachucha
    Ezekiel Irons
    he’s spooring *
    Portobello to float the pomeroy *
    Wramawitch
    queenoveire. Arrah
    Harry chap storyan grass women plethy good trout. Shakeshands.

    “Bulbous bass and fragmented Vulva look broad and membrainus Apple-white

    Sunlight fleece, tick

    Toxicorange juices are Strained flowing pissgolden brown

    Texture Like sun,

    Spasm war

    Luciditea in the sky with dyedmoons.

    Paint your bee leaf.

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  • W is for WOID: In the Bugining woz the woid

    Hi. The following passage from Finnegans Wake by James Joyce was published in 1939. [they] say everybody who looks into the Wake finds spooky coincidances and strange connexions to their own lives. As dj fly agaric 23, also known as Acrillic born April 15th 1976 the following singcell page from FW IZ of great significance to me for many reasons > I shall explain myself more deeply soma-time soonafterward. The Joycean word “Woid” is what triggered my recent outbreak of phreestyle “Acrillix” and bogabloggathon for whirrled pist!

    ” and ours. Fly your balloons, dannies and dennises! He’s door-
    knobs dead! And Annie Delap is free! Ones more. We could
    ate you, par Buccas, and imbabe through you, reassuranced in
    the wild lac of gotliness. One fledge, one brood till hulm
    culms evurdyburdy. Huh the throman! Huh the traidor. Huh
    the truh. Arrorsure, he’s the mannork of Arrahland over-
    sense he horrhorrd his name in thuthunder. Rrrwwwkkkrrr!
    And seen it rudden up in fusefiressence on the flashmurket.
    P.R.C.R.L.L. Royloy. Of the rollorrish rattillary. The lewd-
    ningbluebolteredallucktruckalltraumconductor! The unnamed
    nonirishblooder that becomes a Greenislender overnight! But
    we’re molting superstituettes out of his fulse thortin guts. Tried
    mark, Easterlings. Sign, Soideric O’Cunnuc, Rix. Adversed ord,
    Magtmorken, Kovenhow. There’s a great conversion, myn! Cou-
    cous! Find his causcaus! From Motometusolum through Bulley
    and Cowlie and Diggerydiggerydock down to bazeness’s usual?
    He’s alight there still, by Mike! Loose afore! Bung! Bring forth
    your deed! Bang! Till is the right time. Bang! Partick Thistle
    agen S. Megan’s versus Brystal Palace agus the Walsall! Putsch!
    Tiemore moretis tisturb badday ! The playgue will be soon over,
    rats! Let sin! Geh tont! All we wants is to get peace for posses-
    sion. We dinned unnerstunned why you sassad about thurteen
    to aloafen, sor, kindly repeat! Or ledn us alones of your lungorge, parsonifier propounde of our edelweissed idol worts! Shaw and Shea are lorning obsen so hurgle up, gandfarder, and gurgle me gurk. You can’t impose on frayshouters like os. Every tub here spucks his own fat. Hang coersion everyhow! And smotthermock Gramm’s laws! But we’re a drippindhrue gayleague all at ones. In the buginning is the woid, in the muddle is the sounddance and thereinofter you’re in the unbewised again, vund vulsyvolsy. You talker dunsker’s brogue men we our souls speech obstruct hostery. Silence in thought! Spreach! Wear
    anartful of outer nocense! Pawpaw, wowow! Momerry twelfths,
    noebroed! That was a good one, ha! So it will be quite a material
    what May farther be unvuloped for you, old Mighty, when it’s
    aped to foul a delfian in the Mahnung. Ha ha! Talk of Paddy – James Joyce, Finnegans Wake – book 2, Chapter 3.

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  • L is for Lyfcap: Museyroom Round Fungloss Graves

    Phly jam ambrosiarealized recycled and golden
    thread sewing seed nectar
    amber honey mead

    runnymeade spreading corn seed,
    bread money heads of Barley, Up she was
    > Up here with her >
    sing praises to the fairyest of em all

    mickamackamagnus mckennacawley
    she, Valley wedge crop protecter,
    Mary Mum mag lite the lane’ as we sew sour berry
    sweet story

    Weave stitches in time and bring nine
    dogs with nine bricks in hods, falling into
    Adammonscabin-tomb with glory

    Oh, with a view, broom and soon resurrectmoon,
    honeymead and maypole 1st maypole,
    Axis-Ribbon RNA messengers X ted.

    Runnymeade wound axistao monday >
    tchewzdei Opus focus on Samhain
    Iris trees looking fruity
    Novememeber meme in the beer,

    Brew is all, recall? cauldron ash hazel
    smashed potatoes and st. Johns blackthorn banks
    of the stour bitter, bites IT bite >

    got old of my one legged lightning one night
    [Ulerin’s dogstar], fried hens eggs
    Googles swishy wet rain

    thorthondonna Belle Pure light of bliss >
    clear light of piss > Pist >
    cycling and verbatoon twisting Yoshi Yoshi you see,
    Annaliviannaconda-Coincidance of cuntfairyeez >

    Aboriginal sneeze, The teletoldus > Avatar very mush

    from the nasal passage of Bill Boggyman. Stuck with Bogs. Sluggish English Eyelashings severed acrillic post fly agaric re:hashing swingset assembliss songs for Womble Lee stadiohm, Chomping-Pion spitting opinion, wheeling a barrow of marrow for tomorrow mathew micheal wrote the motor boat ashore, hairy Loo seat > sea saw margerine door slippy dark cavern rocktomb stinky word heaven, her womb > shavern hayvern Malvern Hill knocker, heaven helps with severn steps and rainbow kisses > Culpo de Dido! refraction and complection with an air of completion, totalitea drunk down and again resurrected wonder, mind on an axis wonder where > who? how spacetime grids adhere to semantic lion trapeze art gallery shows, and Bloody mary cellary summers on a rooftop in Brooklynn, pickin up book lynnnames > reading lennon washing brain with Fenollosa Chinese written characters, i digress, the Goddess alphabet versus and waltzes and dances harpmaster, robutter celt soundsystem. A barn dance three stepping stone, trinitea brew Positron, Electron, neutral-tron and Tommy Tronic tonic Ginius > space invaders any thought vessel, freestyle writing co-ordinates encircle my dome plate, agaric corn tomb wonder broom slide side shooter sharp schmudged jug of ale, golden door nail juice and sprouting fungustus rain forest berry Christmusk smells, mucky single 12″ jungle bells of New York> Mystic biscuits in hand, three ears of CORN, a reaper to bring the year to sing to HER because She brings the Yearning, Gaia > yes Mummer me, me mom, she germinates the seed and dudly sunny gym and sister wordsley all in the sleight, o’er muntinns and lumpost boxes, curbwinders and wind tunnel traps, shops and hops locked off other than cumin out their tups, tap tap, drumstix clatter shockin mastergarment entangle bramble mean’t cement drive 7 whell rainbow bridge constructer, cycling encircle jerk off radio > To Her the season sister, She provides space in silence upon the empty wind, me sixteen feet under in an Oak box, the TOR, Tarot rototation nation on a platter-head pussycrow of Kings, seasons Tailsinn, bard king and priest kraft, Oiye! who stole the priestcraft from My poetic loving brothers and sisters, Awake! Painters and artisanz Frescoz, craft folk sleeping ? when did the political military brute blow their flute and stick their ugly foot threw my straw hoot > livin on root to root word etymology, why fly i be, flyerwhyr fearless phalloides > poetic intoxication and resurrection through a whiff of Whisky Mtea at a funneral rite. Rotaturntable fable sga larger swig and puffed up skunky funk packed Buff Zap Bang Bommshroom tomb and words POP like comc book balloon speak > a new brew > each and every timecountedtrick > cauldrons running cold connudrumz tummuz tammez Japan again a Bran O Bronto Clontarf Pint, Half Millenium Point Crown Jail Escape Dillinger Dancefloor devastation > bubblin brooks and i’m blathering wearing cheynemail roaring to go > salmon and gold rings inside post box > inebriation and evolution get combined through metaphysickness. Flyer self combed and combined with a current natural self soul, in the flesh fly feeds and needs to reflect a higher chapel with wings who singx all frequinoxy waves “My ego” might not be able to flow, kayknee talk of years ago and lost paradise wounded rewound and dumfound land > [nice] but hey, Climb the Mount, spin that wheel, throw the dicebox, spin that Ching! like a Musketear i’m building bridges from Pages 308 Wake longuardness and Canto LVI [Eonochs] twitch would be Livia Live. Live and be born Ze woid is Endead. Go on a mission and Bug on out! Ze woid has bean sproutrooted and organickmickamudpuckpost chrysophrase Photographs are being posted to my neurocortex just now > start with honeycomb beesknees and Dunne cow. Bog and god and good is mud, mudapplication in Lye town, we are the mud people and the Bog was my birth place, fishing for naughts and Nulls in the Pondlife in wellingdone boots and listeing to willingpalayed flutes and reeds grow, vines, ivy, hazel, Willow, Whispers on the wind, still blowing in my childs ear, a thirsty ear for novelty. Pick up your pens and talk tapes and laptops and write till you drop, let it go > out > breath and inhale the Knu woid world and stop the war. Warme. Hark and bezerk! To HER to the wind swept boggy hills and hedgerow chocolate sunsets, dark hedgehog goblynns > black cats muskets and Muscaria trumpets, likkle miniture trumpet playing fairies hidden up my arse, and Hark! Winter solstice > saturnalia the turning verse, Universe turning waltzing zing and Tang tongue Ching Ming mixung Seasons > polyspoores spin enlightenment and water willowyellowcups scoop up bits of the painting, like they were scooping out the arcylick paint OFF the surface finnish, of the picturepoem painting hanging and SUNG. Mao M Men and Mountain but Mountain is Femminyne and Nayme is not the thing, name games the name and i wear a turbine tripple jet thrusted plant of powerflower Amanita on my Avant Head-band. W and water, women, wet words, water wave and wow wee wet and water running dribble > just a pebble in the W Wave weather solution, weather waves wash windy ways > weather waves wish womenwater babylogic whispers > whichever weather storm you form whichever witch wicker winding window you OPEN. Witch side of triplicity Goddess WWW and a wild world women with witch wound wood waterbaby yes, with W “Eye” insectarian > wish water and whatever is called “NOW” seems sewn threaded and knotted helicked and locked keywhole hologramick nick knockqueenox hide and seek week strong semicircular solution > crescent city Whales, equals W. Look at the Word. W has the meaning “Mountain” in Chinese. W’ has the form of a ripple or WAVE pattern in nature. W doubleyou Yoshi Yoshi, slug helix longridge lungwitchway pathgraph painter > sandwhich with witch wonderful wild berries, deep purple plum jelly fly wave. [hello] grapefleshwhine Time wave weaving and woven wooly jumper jesus fruits. Four goldred leaf book-bound to happen, bound to Dover, bonded wharehouse nation > Bluebirds stenciled in white chalk canvas, “UP” letters burning off walls, Lords of Hyroglyfeetea letters wait. brewing mandrake, henbane, Egyptian blue water Lilly and John and jove the ship to Venus. She waves her wrists [goodbye] and whispers wunce more > illson illson and illson, Colynn, Pether, Rubort wyde web, witch words can you put 2 WWW that equal meaning as heavy huh. Huh. All words and language came from nature.

    Graves and books of trees awake yes. This is a fact that i believe more fundermentalstylistickly each day, a tree ooger you might say. And yet…. documents on scribble printed trees hold nations to their knees, embargos and Public policy spelling politicks on goldplated pogo stix, jumping loons in the Senate > i sinn it Live and i’m sad. Leaders driving diamond studded Hummers through slumms, Billion dollar drum rolls and Footballshit diversions, excursions and expensive executive “manager” “get your hands in another pie” > type fonts > roman gothic, Roman catholick, Protest and Christ Buddha Krishna who was Finn? McKewl, all of em? Non-local yoke yoga Joker > hologrammummy god of word woid webbs to come > thighs to make you cum > brumm, sings to come again > woid birth in poetic hemisemi Tombs of Mind, resurrected in Egyptian Ceremoney rites, high row-Micheal-Glyphs > a boat a shore a sure, Books (shored) Beat generation armordoor > banging drums with hyperspatial chizelpod pens and grizzly Blues songs from deepforest telle eve classics > yes musiq revolution > arts and crafts yes! use these rafts avoid drafts to war > birth your craftyraft down a river runnymead valley > I stopped the revolution because of seeing lice eat their own litter, and for em eating their litters in Europe > These raps are rich beehivecuzz Ash willow Birch Mapple Apple Ayahuasca and blossomly impossible facts in
    masked bandit brains shooting “word” signifier punditoes > pot twisted turntribalism spun and flung to the net, For peace! web weaving wave carrier jump net jets > a rewinding Dj fly agaric mix tape from 1996 [it’s happening again] and it’s why Hip Hop sucks in ninteysix, In 93 “Quest” vision bass and drumz > metalheadz turbines rolling, Spindle tape trooper metalic wulf-town industrees turning metalicka smoking wen-stax of waxtribal-steel revolving wheels, seal/calendars hubba bubba buddha mandala twisting > steelbridge and Millingham, Cow turkey baconham farms, Pembroke and Pendragooknee fixed up Council statements > wounded Dudley silent but cunning and all spinning spun fragmented breakbeats, Winstons “Amen” breaks and “Incredible Bongo Apache breaks” Hopi, Zunni, Breaks and Windjammer Hops hip brewed into Muscaria holotrack titles > goole eyebulls into top lids, kick hat snare back2back, get High High and ride the metalick wave of the future tech synth sample pitch shift dub wize digital rising mechanic army of breakbeat poets, who can call digital trax organic? new fragmented DJ chops into Occult rootriddim manuals for constructing KNU vision-age earth city spaces and Revolutionary booklights consisting of Muskatears Wake/Cantos Page 308. [shudder, what deadly loom] Look at the Musketear and Figa Acrillic turntable technique > beat diggin waltzing curryspundanced > book digger twisted Ill figa [Waterwave Mountain peach blossom buzzom snuggle nozzle puzzle rustler uppa], on the mend and round the corner philosophicalla muscaria, not jokingjumping jesus-Buddha up brother and sister Isis, Pull over you Hindu Mudslime, Gather Horus Limbs > Indian American and Indian Nepali mixture > rice and X Box. Weeping Camel and SUV donut turns > bad bwoy fuel consumption down the local mall > Non-local all of it and my text jumping for Joy, seeing the Tree names appear Oakyland is like Willow creeks > winding puzzle games, calendars, and bug in the beginning insectoid wheels of fourtune, spinning for gold, the 3.14 ratio, spinning for Gold for the decad Pie thangaurus, 1 2 3 4 Decad, a three hundred-fold novelle, cabballa fares are high this moth throat Lamb > transfomation and Chrysophase vision seal calendar [insert date of revolution here] and give woid Ze end > birth Christal balls and talk of corn barley curly haired Goddess. YES > She the muse always to her, the seasons only turn when SHE reaps weeps what we sewn up, fly stitched into her womb> her electric field of corn powered by the SUN and Bucky Reich Tesla knu her Zeropointed ears and Rabbit whiskers Jumping through the corn fields pesky lice nittle nettle clinker sprite whisp, slippery toad shit, witches pussycat of mischief > justice stewing in a cauldron [the side the side is opening] and i’ll fit Mcbride, Yeats and Joyce inside > Lo! calling the DEAD poets society, self preservation is not of THIS nation, freaky jazz improv poetree born acidead > and died wild as Courtly lovepox, and wired like Courtly TV, trapped by TVangels entagled mangled meaning, Meow > i refuse to battle you, OH TV. [bows] Vision i have and vision eye hold to cycle bicyckle meanings on 1001 cathodelick ray channels in Arabic, French, Eyetalyin, Jabberwooky-ish and Poetrash talk. The lost language of messiahs, Ode to JOYCE and pitched in every voice and sub species at hand/mind/process > the roots of the trees and the organic WAVE double Dublin Dub plate vinyl slang heaped ply over ply, stax of wax over sealed dub plate sovereign Amanita pressing. Sung aloud! I’m bangin techno into shape. an ornette bell, rung and attracting strange songblows, wrong write, wrote murder slander and gander goose loose stylez, free and easy come flex with me. still, fli-book acrillic breaker of vaults pole vaulter of faults to reach six trillion vaults and blasting humanity into space with Stilts to help traverse the unknown freestle verse coindance and concressing convergence chance game of tarot cards, spun and gamblyn bards, throw down shards of street knowledge respect and realism, spinning wheel of rotamotor turn tables tripple transverse goddess fables Amaneata i told ya.

    Eat the authority and Lick the church yards, make meters squint into Pookaseconds, coming nanosecond > take a peeko into Vico and snatch hatchlings or eggs of easter up and up to HER rizzinn hyperboreans, “bard Symbolist Gurrilly tonguetolojisters claiming the isle and biological diversity and “Knowledge wit wisdom and courage” from each University waltz and Surrealist collage marching Celtic fairies > out into bottle ink stainford. Letterplates and Gutenburg shields held high > wielding song of life, Mantra 357. Mamasutra tell the tales of twisted stein-space, I and I jah rastarotaturntribal bible for the Grey race to heaven. Finn agains racing and singing to birth itself, WOID’O garick > to birth me Genni out the bottle, running Horsecattlesheep powa PO! Bon morning, resurrection through the O’ penning of the Month > Open agape abyss Lenny Crevice > are you gonna go my way > Openning the Mouth and Spattacluster galaxy claus > Jesu Spiritea Santa Saturn Satanickle sickle Spinn electron Tommy Cubehouse 21st Seasons Winter Sol [The S” mystery from FW] Sun still stice, styx sister Mother Sleep, re:seeding but FORward not like Hair re:seeding, backerds bastards Lords, Solar phallic jesus “Egyptsea” Dukes Kings and mudslingers. We roll in it and get dung on our torso, shrooms grow like golden snow from my armpits, work down the coal pits thats what my ancestors do did daddy day do i guess. Searching for relics of energy, Arthur Scargills, bulbous skirt, garter party Labour red and white, Britton and the Union jack shit Buttons pressed Pressings dairy seal chocolate biscuit eshucteaon tallon and Lion in my closet, a Princess in my bed, a nation dribbled out my nose and onto her pillow, and still She [not Thatcher] she of ALL England, Wales, Ireland, Scotland, California, New England, Europe, Asia, Africa – Even the Silver space Anita Dianna Dog bitch speckled show Puppy pillowspeckled constellation behind the sun > still here golden ration in my eye, divine proportion, like a Porche slick and shaped to interact with wind, rain, gravity and Rainbows > created to remind us of union, multi coloured therefore, maybe incandecent > gentlewoman, Her the hill, Green man and Golden fleece women [bark of the Yage vine bark] female trees, the Ent Wives. Vine of the soul [organic biological free global internet wet soggy noggin overcoated broadcast reception projection process] Nanotech pilots climbing inside of her buzzom, surrealist lovers and beauty speak engineers, queers, wild bezerk Prattle cattle of Love forces, and spun versus, turntable slung over camel, dropping Humpty after Hump hump, rump rattlers through Sub bass Saharan Terrain, through swamps of Siberia Amanita Musketer spins Koryak rhymes and Eyecarowing tales, Shaman songs from welsh hills, and Poetry Whychbury [to be learn’t] and tales of trees and prattle between word word nature and mother natures a whore > said the shutgob two the head > supra expanding ego head, inflater scriptor self templehead, Mouth full of tongue fairies [aggaloopingwinezephyr] and leaves covering my gentle tools, i await further instructions. Momentarily, and then merrymount around again alternate currency side swing > i swing pole to pole mayday to halloween and back like flydermunth > in search of bridges to transport ship mates and shipping penmunth Bards over here, to my shore, swimming together > Out above the law wall, Pen in hand, bioinformatick tracked and skirt circuited > dictionary in fragments torn to bits by Jimi Mugcoffinlynn shreddy wheat licks from my fingers, electric ascension chordx Music the vehicle yes, twelve the key, twelve the vibratory keyhole for spacemind holyday everyday,

    Timewave water Mountain wet wonder moist soggy sloppy condensed plaster scene, casting forms taking shape drying off, hardening condensare again, a new form fragiles and getting tense gravity HER Knotted wisdom braids of Dublyn Helick Elix helix E’ Her, Helix and looks tasted twisted Double strand X-Y spiral tribe down/up across vertical Hurryzonetal Zeropoint axis Zero, Time wave Zer Waterwavewishing Washing wells circle thrice and spin three times > waving arms and singing Maypole charms, Dharma Bums cheecky rose red, rising dawn, golden Mushroom dawn come join me i have nose manifesto, Rudolphinn the Dolphin maybe my Motto and merlin cave maybe my grotto, religion is horse speak blotto, Ramblings of a Drugged Horse on K. OK then, hault tanks with tankquillizers > test me timewave twisted tongue Lung trickertape unwound udderground overstated state of mindlyness, you however are also in this river reading swimming grasping at logs with me, grasping at reason like frogger jumping across the spectrum 48 K abyss of meaning, 8-16-32-64 bit Liebiknitz King when it happens = revolution, magic, cards, books codes cyphers and fly agaric toadstools providing Stools for poetworm spiral nested systems sagas to unwind and unfasten hymselves into Carrol christmas Dogdson golden section dawning bagpuss yawning, and Pink/ white and grey colours bouncing around a fluffy candy cat scene. Early morning animation of a nation, a seal calendar realized and theori sed moment to moment through potree Maryjane! my love bringing ambroasiarealizations of worlds in collision, a Burrus Language Virus out of cuntroll, an Outbrake of Terror [stop] and Christian Dogma traps set like cherchjelly. Daniel and the Lyons mediaspherical den, impossible to escape until equinox locks unfastened the Waketoes code exploded Internet wireless worldwide networked and just two texts X and Y JJ and Ez > I’m off to bed agen > dreamcatcher world webs and spun doctors pundits and collaborative “Square” Mason Egyptian dead talkin Society preservers of Jam logic > all the natural elements amino a meaning acids, and four chemical keys to super cosmic threaded wovern ladder snake shape dubblyn he lick keyhole lazy twist Golden spiral DNA postcritter. Einstein plus spiral equals: cosmic superimposition. So take UP! your marks! Quarks and get set. Ready flow. Toe to toe. In the Mu mento, forget to knot tier, forget me knots in my hair, my pubic hair has signs only me and my lover speak of, HER hair golden ringlights telephone chords coded and Vine like, skyladder Buttersmooth conditioned skyrope > a portal doorway ascension bliss Stellar regional favourite, foreign legions of star spacetime surrealists pist presented and foot sure, walking and waving arms, legs, and kites flying ideograms signiflyagarik > Red with

    White spots. Spotted betty Boop handbag
    hags, Santas Outfit, seat covers, the Devil Satan Santa
    Jesus.

    mummble bummble
    hummble
    golden bow [bows]
    name-a-ste.
    Fly

  • KSR: Kitchen Sweat Renaissance

    For pucks sake, fly agaric and the knu chou dynasty
    Tzou not 2u.
    Chuang sang praises, [Crustaceous wedge
    of sweaty kitchens on a rock
    overcreamtopping thrusts of Oursea gonznoizzation]
    he
    might have approved off this dubble glazing,
    this washup and away (shored)
    Into a nativity play

    with Foxhousemptemtress and Horsepower
    industree and
    Dune-cow dung shroomi engineers >
    and devil-footed Goatz dressed lyk Jesuspectickls twin dubbly metro pollybutton wumbtea bus driver larking wyford skyvers guide > snakes were absent, Chuang Tzu’s nativity seen and not scene. Xtianitea and poetry brewed with Amanita Muscaria, not to scare ya buttercup ploppillions [moon on the palm leaf – confusion] as a vehicle for older Ogham b’ b’ b’ berm > b’ Ohghammersmithyliqua poetry inside over and underproduction > a bezerk in progress. Virosa Phalloides and Death cap mushrooms prattle shouler be using more often, Xtianity and poetry need a bit of glue it seems > Graves and life and rebirth reason and logic audio tools, Apple I Pod Disc WWW. whot you think this iz a hobbeyhorse? Woe their > its me Gonzo MC fly agaric y=1+3 = 4. Y me. Warme. he he hehe> i said it again, i’m here to slave poetry or maybe meaning to my weapons, i ain’t made my mind right up high yet asif because and therefore i’m me then, past participanting dogeared past has been. Attension stuck to the sealion. Any sufficient technology iz indistinguishable from Prose logik, so here goez my logik of the space jesuspect, [golden ass-maskara] my effort to praise the Loud and wordship the woid, the void aha! and so it goes > my slangwedge “Miph” and it works on a fuel dimple formula la’s [YOU the intuitive readers dexterity with these formations] laid bare for future nations to mull o’er and pilaged to build/grow the KNU world of poetree, Goddess wordship ^ fly agaric is a candidate for fame. Two be heard in sunglung, Caer Pedryvan four times revolving, wheat beats and barley winetime, the year of the corn re:appear! awake > three sheafs of wheat in left hand, three sheafs in my right > i have a lotus in my mouth, sky azure, autumn leaves brazen > my nuts > red with white warts > Woid is born from the cauldron, when was it spoken? Peach blossom breath of nine Brierly Hill beauties > Kingswives would weep to behold such byootea and gentleness in words but wen were they spoken? broken records bring in the year, a dj tunrtable reaper, no rapper you tweaker brother grime > this rhymes for time space travel by taking gravel and garbage and mixing em to make “timeless psychotropic pommegranny trees of Xtiansea > with which to end the empiricist age” True grit grime and mucky muddy dank stuff, old moldy fungus left in the back of the fridge, yes my frazzled ed.go stinks to high heaven > the name fly agaric of the firmament, the name of the emerald elemints and the nayme of the slanghourbridge and the naim on the Head-band AVANT, ye bards > i’m out of oak coffin box, sixteen feet undergraal > they dug me so much they dug me right up and out of the uddergrind > Glastonbury monks wearing gluebreen speedo swimming trunks and laughing they were, like they had ate Liberty Caps, and so > perhaps lyebredn’tea caps can fit in our back sacks and keep our language facility greesed enough to keep Greek, Roman, Englash, German, French, American, eyelash and Anglo-Sexy spooks well away. Vamoosh you non-poetic Goddess slayers, be gone you dominator wife beaters and world nature rapists, you fast buck religious killers, murderous and dropper of metal explosives, projector of metal doeses of led, instead of seeing flowers blooming not booming in your head, in OUR head, and I’m resurrected and Goddess snoozing dreaming of the castle of Pen Dragon, castle of the books of the dead, and the folk song tales running river weir yeah > “land of the serpents” Glastonbury is also the Isle of Avalon Apples Amanaita Muscaria and Jesus. Babel, Kai Vran, David Salome, Idris Rhea, Caleb Morvran, Uriel Jospeh, Lot, Gomer, Hur Ne-esthan, TALIESIN. Myfishlish brummy the divine fish Dylan ferrymon > lugging 3000 years of Chinese poetry man > [the bass of the cliff emerges from green mosses sprouting reads plunge roots into reddish marsh-bottom] a bag full of Illuminati books and five Pounds of Durban Poison > to the mountaintop > [before you know if your jaw is firm or soft] where hip hop scotch scratches jaws soundtrax to make bloody whisky teeth cut through the page > chompion. cigars are exchanged for Moonshine brews wheat barley and Oyster brew teas, full of ASH, Willow Oakjuice and Thunder. Ancient evergreens link arms with the city, I am a man eater, like Hannibal lecter i’ll tear of your cheek > you monkey > you cheeky monkey > tug at my coat and ask me when am i coming back, i am here! to go…..dine with me on Alder berry, Blackthorn white dry/wet decider, Wild-Agarick acrilliked Ivy bush, ouch. drink listen drunk speak woids gunguess > My palm and her Bush > potential sweaty kitchen spaces > Vine and Garter and the last know pub on earth called The entheogen. Hazel wands of word warfare spilling from a highly charged crooked stick, laughing with pride i ram steak through Kidney to the heart of Christereo homeland security [robot wisdome science] earth tottered, mountains crumpled, men perished, i’m rumbling to myselfishes and their school > our roving band of maverick poets singing the new agape fly white on Red, with a black soul, green slippers and Head-band reading – Avant bard > are you from the lost Welsh guild whose status was never regularized by law? Above below inside and outside the wall > bardin blag sluttyslag heap poets and write the world into exostence, and we do this by writing to the Goddess, the all-love and all-peace of Nature, women in our lives my life, the life, all of you i love you together as one big “Goddess” process tick tocking right now, hear it through me and tune OFF the TV, to me to me? what elese am i to do? to you? to you? and HER [plural goddesses] personification through fem, and through them > the other and the Goddess, giving birth and knowing symbol wordship shapes through trials and tribble with baby tale smiles and errors > women live in a dominator mans world where errors are statistickle pickled onions, and so it goes……we break the law to sing praise to the Goddess, the tops of the beech tree have sprouted. NOW change and renewl > [but for the echos of chimes and bells] from their once withered sleeping transformative stage > when the bitch prospers through spillings and spells and spellendingdongs litanies > the OAK tops entangle the ENTS are HERE, i am lyf acrillic and i say RISE like Easter Bunnies of 1916, rise like decembrists, all rise and breathe [as we swallow insults and curses] a spectrekkho is haunting the New World Order. There is Knu HOPE outside of star wars and Lucas Valley, Knu hope for the trees > to mean the trees yes, this is not cipher but code, narrow gulleys to be traversed > climb my lye town Indian rope-ladder, a telescope or magniflying gloss, GLOSS to look into the glossless matter. See? TREES the trees you see them. There they are! keepers of the GenIsisterhoods, the plants the herbs the species [gibbons scramble up their trees] they are our saviours literally,Trees = our food. Shelter, furniture, chemical balance brain rebuilding fibers = Trees trees trees [but they never tell a story] But you never listened! So listen, [the whole village rises with a willow whisp of smokejah] and watch the swinging APL glisten and then not glisten, and then it was NOT seen, and then… it was not born. Halloween and i’ll be seen at home. Evergreens everchanging keep going flowing like rivers and city sewers > flow and turning and versus and turning and the dance and waltz of energy up dancing versus ballards the Chackra pipes, playing Bird toones, tweetle Bop tingle and head warm rush and electric blue candle-ears listening. The Hazel is the poets tree and the Appleater Must stirrer ya has the power as stour hours of prattice and pratience > the salvation of Rappers? and I’m tuff like Salmon, huh swimming upstream, Huh Huh > in tatters, starving homeless carless and in capital tattered tattooed letters AUM > Shivia! Ohm Ode to the Joy of Coltrane Ohm. Dzogchen barkin about trees, red sun solar jesus in the bark, Wulf! Wulf! Sip an apple! Stellar region waters stroke my Oak ship side and sings lappings of King of trees Grizzly radio toons, Chou dynasties sung of two top knots not plaited as one. Brothers jesus and Satan forgotten > well maybe remembered in the Nativity play [when eye wuz young i played a dumb cow] goodly apples and BLOOD-red nuts and berries all older than time. Acorns and shrooms caps Aisey there kidda. Cornwool, corn bread Cash crop and Hip hop. Eh? Corn and the Reaper and Harvest and subsistence and dependance on rain dance and corn crop, so corn wheat barley rhye rhyme brings the year, dispells fear, and make the homebrewed beer taste clear and Loud and proud sufyouzz’d cheerfulness. Yes. Look, come this way to the Museyroom. [kiss my pigs cheeks under Nickamickapucks sacred rooftree] look, secrets of the unhewn dolmen transfered to your dome. Main linestream river Ess queere: winding Amazon rivers > to the braincentral station of estates of mind, states of wine fermenting, states of heads of states making statements about heads of poets. Numbskulls and boneless chicken hawks feast on nature bounty, while we are starving, hungry, rolling in a swamp called soschillizhyme, and that dunt rhyme with crime. Restoration of the sacred “The arts”. Still policid out of existence with cosmetic and pathetic [freedom fries to go] jesus Christ on a stick, mebbe the cryptonite for these “fundermentalist so so specialism christerfuckkerfanaticks” is just simple TREE bark! [beard?] trees yes yes i’m right here look, mold! > plentiful apple trees grow from that land, apples and wildernessy mushrooms and wild poems and wildernow sanguages and wilder notions of wild nations >dreams and games and play and fantasy and plant food budding nutrition yes yes > fresh from the woods and fresh shrooms, healthy yes > gather on the dew splattered fields and she is INN the field, Sillycymball sixteen feet underground in a OAK DR. Koffin, she is in LYE. Annaliving, ever Sleeping like a grandma, sound and always forever sleeping, Mao Mao > we are her dreams, and history is a nightmare-story witch is flying awake. Agape jaws cave mouth shout in synchronnie, chromatt scale les, stain lez and steve steel sinks, Technicks 1200’s and Gun metal heads spin. Fly sed: The Han dynasty 200 BC – AD 200 (see Chu Hsi) and please make a group effort to read Chuang Tzu, if itz the last superthing you do. Eat and be merry. say Lao Tzu and say “What Confucius said – “that he who was contented with his lot and prepared for the appointments of destiny, could not be sorrowful. Accordingly, i am glad.” thankyou all very glad! I have found my bible at last. The GOOD book of GOD. Phew….got that off my chest. Finnegans Wake: hologramick nick knackx or a rag bag of notes to myself? Wee will seeing >

  • R is for Revolution 76:

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    hots the warts the post apocalips press against my neck, she b. . . . H’s on me. I feel her gaze like elle lane, or Loius XII stealth iludead my clouds, ill moods and want to escape the new nazi lake-like gathering and Vegas and freestyle thinking in the moment as a dangerous poem, if i keep going flowinonflowin and on, like a water wheel in a laffystour river severn eight miles long, flowinon off my tongue, me acrillic flowin to showinside my dowm, whom and i amyou am see eye aisy now, don’t have a cow man i see gaylynn escapin with imm her and big hitter, all in a boat valoosian lake, regrouping and poop inflating, new saucer sauce spreading and rumour of fernadango flammingo phadandingdongo poo splatter fighting. Az a food fighter i fling ceaser salad, ha i love food fights with sacred scriptures out upon the countertiptop, old can a worms, beans, unopened > up top of that cupboard where the cats ashes are, up there behind the pickled onions the german sour cookies and the moldy bavarian breadstix. Reach for em…for crying out LOUD reach for em, arrr and now i have them cakes in my grasp, and just then they slipped, i tripped thought first thought beast thought, like breastthought watching breasts walk by, [Oy, ello….ello…. yeah titty makes me smile a mile wide, i watch sundial rings glisten, wonder if sundial rings glisten and do not glisten illuminating Eleanor and her calendar meanings etched in gold rings > her, meshed up Goddess worship causing civilzed slip up wording, she > herding poetry like sheep wearing T-Shirts saying “turf war” what is war Huh, and what is it good for? Huh, blood lines sniffed like coke to fizz up hopelessness, or word as the frontear to hold magic and power for ever and ever > open and communicated open and stinking censored corpses rotten cores bursting with news of flower power houses > knu battery powered mobile churches which are cloud banks and tree’s that walk on the air and land and grow so slow > we don’t know just how who and what to do when they will run and jump a petrol pump emselves up and down and to drown emselves and their roots > in the waters of rebirth, word waterfall, rushing movement of Rustle and bustle and out of the box THINKING. Just let it go unfasten yer plaster scen er. Re: Unbrace yourself for the end of word and the bugginging of the woid, turn professional and bring Tao with our empty bank and account and lack of doh. Duh. No money! Is this kid crazy, watch me, and clock this, my own piss is worth more to me than a TV, it clears me sea, itz biological and a good friend to me, my piss is more mee than any poet or good writer. My own waiter > tekks the piss out of me and then provides interesting chemicals for the turf around me, woid is born bugining, backtofront and all mixed up a disclogikjockey jabber wookie from kasyyyck weird az Ants on the street with luminous bodies walking in twelve tone scale patterns, harmonic harmolodic melo, spray pee up into the wind and send skunk word of the absurd, yes to good government, order and good well written sensible documents and binding equal fair well researched stuff. Course. What doya take me for > a nickemmickenpoop i regroup my thinking like Pounds seal half hemisemidecimated squashed Azure sprinkle transparent and rocks wrinkled water back and through psychotic breaks and paralego graphs > i mean E.Playa and JJ smoking all day reading! and my eyes bleeding tunnel syndrome in my 76 76 76 dome > the sign of the Beats box and my beats box out a new pattern patt ten. tetrasickness Piefaggersaurus decimal decimate but twelve and now severn and rainbow and five and three trinitron and trinity and Shemshamale android babe with hairy breast and armpit whisker cat like North Japanese Shamaness poetess yes yes, she [meow] the one from Ming Ching, she with the Zildgen breath, Sonor smile, birtch wood booty, silver sparkle dress under red hood, riding, ting takka ting , drums of Orient, Goddess of nepal . tribe Siberia Goddess > North East west sosuth under waterground spacewaterice hydrogen slush, my ears are your punching bag > yes yes, a venus woman from Mars with stories of Sirius, I am sonourust and she metal me kee like Mao, put druqs in my drinks and twisted my tongue to showe me how i go into retreat, with beats rhymes and life, riddim warfare and word virus, flowers powers and a big knife. Not rambo but a small flea with a dictionary, and a spinning wheel powered by an EEL, electric kin nature creating fields in nature, her….power > dunt ert yer. 76. Any page woid is born here cumz everybody, the sickness the virus lies Dead as Joyce Dead as Voice: Dead az me > those who refuse to go head to toe with flow, those who just pontificate from upon the red glow cuz well i dunno they carn’t let go the talkn tapes ticker tock time signal thrapes without brakes and tumball of danger fields like Rodney Bruce Mouse and Watts oscillated hertz, meters tang dinner for stephan, a fan blowing wind round quarters in a square, block, four, to eight to 32 feet and 1 foot running dripped from 76. woid is born. Sppok JJ and SpookEZ see eye to eye in 76. word is born nine hundred and ninty nine years and i have waited underground inside a capsule mysillyworm netword sleepting, awakened by a telephone ringing Acquataine and again 76. From Lawnmower manchu. from all quarters i rize like Zilla 76. GOD izz zilla thrilla illa miller brown down trodden rotten red apple wonder hood buster wasson banker spanking leary queer as folk talesnail brail, yeah > wet fingers are gathering around all orifaces. A square peg to my pitched tent D/C coded and unexploded, an implodingdung private stash of re:chords, hell and withheld high water or else, unrevealed and open sealed forever, open, closed, sealed for ever, Pi Polo so far RA ray so so to go phlo and drop drip ego nectar like mango nickter knoc knock halloween soon octoberlarone chocolate autumn muth of decay and synthesis and poetic growth twist symbols into vortex reflecter defenders, we hold our shield and pentacles and tickles and bicycles chaines and pens and crayons all sharp, oozing with glitter gold purple blues, like brother we storm the church of starry wisdom, the church of the page, the mindscape, scrayped’t painted scrawled and sriggle bedraggled > characters lookin like fraggles breath fire past whiskers whiskey Orange whiskers whisked my mind orange yellow sunset, smoothie on the beach, sun sets weed pipe glowing, i’m a writer in winter in birth, don’y know where i’m going but a tribe must scribe what reel live now, thats the only way out now, i see i say i sow, seeds of discovery, look and read, reed watch the Forest grow on me like Forest reads TV mckenna shobhan theory big/small in out and up vinyl passage ways up vine aireals onto the eithor and my pumping aiyseyorta pumps more crimson love for you, live and breath write and LOVE and don’t take no sheet from nobody, be bold and strip and tease love and lifestorm love you. Breath and sing aloud i am who i think i am and nothing will rot my everlasting jamming minded slime rhyme, my mucka, my mate, i see you at the gate down here with me, outside the walls and deep in the jungle with the beast man > i have been known to sleep in the park > barking at the moon and loving the molecular paradise of dice and men where i invent tent pegs to keep us inn > saftey through a storm > i’m the freestyle poet here to warm you to make you hot and not forget me knot moment to moment intergration, knotted high to lower potential, greater to lesser and great lesson. greater to smaller and small example and ginyoung can bring drunken sung to sun sungs of sam being wrong about patriot and the bongs of warfair, the wrongs of written character combed out of our new aeonick goddess whig, Gold fluffy. unkle face twig sits on the brazen forest floor, RED my fox eyes and snapped by silly boots of apes in commando gear> night vision and armerpiercing tracer killer technology and not a detection for rare twigs or [even] a prayer for slugs, no ZEN soldiers of fortune measured in Dollars. Not even yen, yet agen and again and agen i’m running like water, flowing river blue green ruddy feel this bad poem rolling > stinki sewage once was in me but i pooped it out about an hour ago now i feel better, i can net a flow like aunt flo net her hair, i don’t care no more to bore hell out of masters and critics, i am a poet woid flow born now moment to moment a hero age, divine golden calf and jesus Christtea total toast tally hairy ism jism gymnast > in a whole plaster cast of my own, i hope to own it > own the flow and un ownership that sails in a neverending ocean and around a neverending globe a circle or new world order which has us coming back to the question of woid, self other, brother? sister teather weather machines. intelligence weather machines intelligence, weather or not. or either, eyether the weather. Or nature or not nature. A furry alphabet or not a natural thing un-naturalk walking in a KINGS garden: unaturalness. Natural rural. un-naturallness you high ness, royal green brown blu black blloded afro goddess, rainbow child yes natural un-natrailness and un-natural naturalness > of all colors and shades you can think of and all the ones you missed and still others you rinsed out your hair, and some others just fell behind the Temple LOOK > Chapel we are IN HCEAPL = Chapel get in and out of trouble. But don’t mistake me and thi$ for a loosing of mind and/or touch with reality, reality really really i am still hear. Hear me! And i am still going into space, alphabet chur lyf, up and out 76. spamm and jamms some say just a bunch of rhyme ridden nunsense, well R crumb sends his wishes and my illustrator will be here soon to bring extra bruises to suzy and her Uzi, to Billy and his wilyl, to John O’Bombs , Jimmy nuke, mathew math, pauldestruction, david death and Sara sun of. To all of you [your just a nametag labelword] pick up your pen and scribble for your difference, your life, describe the tribe, write your mantra for Ha ha ha’s sake. If you don’t speak now then forever hold your piece of mind just inches from the grind > on the mind minutesir maching, kept just behind the mindwasjing machine and the other machings and rise’d like Easter 1917, machines make mistakes that rise with guns and will come and go a day late, those with pens will stay immortal till twilight of the writers and spellers and risky whisky spill windmillers > crazies starting crazes, masters and innovaters, masterbaters water skiers, skydrivers, and searching and digging in the creators, looking deeper searching vaults and seacrates deep about project Northwords, Angleten new directions and Mor__n s_____y and yet > spinning spines hurting from sitting and typing sooo much trip > I’m gonna need a crutch i know that much. No horse or house job lunch or money, not so funny to have 3 dollars stuq 6000 miles from home with a revolution on my tongue, tied to a crazy notion for musical creation and no phone calls and not much feedback and never a reel warrior to comes to join me, bond my word > must be deaf dumb stupid or in trainsition, or already got a job or in the mob, or mebbe already got my reins. [Oh dear oh deer] and is pulling me through and through these timestables turned over four leaf clover over cycled renaissance again and round through again Finnegans wake. what to think condense long winded bog sprawl, long bindy binding singsung lunging for air fresh on the dawn bird calls in my English ear, beach waves blowing and sewing the last flowing words from my heart > ann nonymous flow to sew seed of revolution in character as acrillic Ode for free to my blogspot and illuminatea total freestyle spot/blemish on maybelogik’s hot school of magic and mayhemisemidemi revolutionary spunsters, spin miesters lurkers and government jerkers all running and exchanging flows with one another like FUCKUP’s > other than the lurkers and spies who’s spirit dies in their silence and their stealth chokes them and the poet finds peace in negentropy. My woid weird and live off my tongue > Owe i speak howl and chit chatter > and my beats fatter we will get to thatter pitter patter matter soon enough so cuff up a penny for yourself and don’t mind me, i got three dollars fifty and a name to come sea > sew money and poetry they just don’t mix, thats why these words burn holes in pages, too poor to publish but , too proud and antagonistic > exstinguish the word imperial empire and truth, god one is and ever > out of existence, Vamooche > all things not with me exstinguished and then…..love of invisible nothing and the woid, the formless my bride, the empty my love sweet tender nothing, potential in my satchel bag of trix 76. 76. 76. revolution page severnty six on each and every text brings the convex to the concave and truth more believable than the holes in my teeth. I’m chewin freestyle cookies blowin fear out my but, and, them, so, yes and to it, once more breakdancing around the garaj i knocked an old oil can from the squid green cracked old shelf with my twizzlyn right leg, ‘ASrr fuck” i sed, cuz i spill’t black dupontblued on the flewer flower it did flow and on and so of coarse i’m with the udder dog till my last breath i come shouting > kick out the jams motherfuckers > cut it out count me in > i’m with you and with your mother, i work for nobody, no nation and i have no boss > and here comes all body boogie bass dancing youth warriors > youth had enough, up to here, up ear and hear with it, the bullshit and lies, hippocritical adult lies of Newton, Aristarsehole and even fried > these were not to be dissmissed as very good thinkers, nice blokes really i imagine and tonic > and generous kind of chaps, but, don’t stop there my friends keep going, and deep into the library vaults blavatski and Puharich and into deeper waters and quarters Fenollosa and Oriental philosophy spelt correctly, and look there is a big gap where it should hold the book of “J_yce and the am___ta _usc_ria” and here i sit,…..waiting for a miricle and mirror and free money maching, so i can just bloody eat and breath and sleep without worry of all those and these things > all those civilized things to do, and i wonder what why and whom might hear me, believe me and sieve this rap? and conscieve of me when i’m back around and underground and maybe written in hebrew on your sleeve . around and about the river management schemes because enviromental science is the place NOW > it might seem to get close to her, or will i just be toasting here > cutting down bush and rogue trees and weeds > draining lakes and digging new shapes into rivers. River stour got re: shaped by industry and masonry business cuz they gotta have their business with nature and money and business and nature and money and 76. One world writing in the style of and pattern thrown to winds of change Ching first thought best and to trumpit Ripple she i dedicate my cast of past thoughts to him > but atleast atlas is resher than your tarot of the tribal encyclopedia melopoeia > so bite me or join me, step into the moment > i dare you! stare down yourself and the Illuminknighty [hitched up] with their magical calendrical dribble voodoo science fiction garter spook panties > no ordinary cop would be here so true and guess what …..Miss Sutra is right here with me > incarnate black afro goddess with Barney and Saul and all the charatcers from history mystory yourstory Bob’s story and more birds sit unmoving on the telegraph pole across the street. now squeak squrak tweet like rockets or arrows > bird speak > bubble robin hawking swallow chatter high pitched warble and telephone ring ring, DNA wires in social conditions all but vanished, i’m hungry, so hungry…i’m famished, out here on a wing and prayer, living on fresh air and borrowed lungs stolen books and swindled computer, false prophet and banned care giver to RAW, these freestylz ill be the death of me if i open my gob, open my mouth ceremoney and talk bruce Gypsy dirty sometimes it feels like that but not today. Nine hundred and ninty nine years in Ireland i lay > Awake. Dreaming awake of the woidllness, the muddle way, the miggle piggly chapter from the critickle pathway leading to a gingerbread and Pound cake house. Where mice and men live like rats with margret Thatcher roofs, rayguns shot me in my childhood, Born in 1976 a full 200 years after the great brotherhood started operation desert storm. And the bundle weed blows on the prayer RE: and i hear a call in the distance, a song, a twelve tone scale full yrealized and self actualized > a connection to the sky goddess with words and poetry > the Native American Indian Totem of Peace had returned to my mind, inside my meditation dome this is what i sparkle and spit up the walls and mandala patterens overpower my voice. i bow to Tao here and Zen again agen. bow to Mind, bow to body, bow to speech Ohm. no place lyk