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    Steven James Pratt

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    Acrillic Figa

    Steven James Pratt

  • T is for Timewave 2012: WavetimE

    Paul Krassner very kindly agreed to republishing, in cyberspace, his interview with Terence Mckenna in the lastest edition of Maybelogic Quarterly. Please follow the link for the entire interview combined with audio provided by DJ fly agaric 23.

    http://maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/06/0604FurtherWeirdness.htm

    “The rise of the web has been a great boost to my fantasies along these lines, because now i can see with the Web from here to the eschaton. Apparently, it’s a technology for dissolving space, time, personally and just releasing everybody into a data stream, something like the imagination. Then that’s why the ultimate technological fantasy along this line of thought is what is conventionally called a time machine.

    There’s an interesting aspect to the time machine. The wave describes the ebb and flow of novelty in time, but then you reach a point where it’s so novel that it fails beyond that point. Well, a time-traveling technology would cause such a system to fail, because it’s a description of the unfolding seriality of linear events, which a time machine would disrupt.

    So it may be that it isn’t explosion of the sun, or the coming of the aliens, or the descent of the second person of the Trinity, it’s simply that a technology is put into place that destroys linear time and, from thence forward, when you give your address you have to say not only where but when. There are some problems with this.

    And then here is a slightly more interesting and woo-woo scenario. The thing that’s called the grandfather paradox – somebody pointed out it’s not called the father paradox because apparently you want to avoid an Oedipal situation – and it’s simply the following objection: if you could travel into the past, you could kill your grandfather. If you killed your grandfather, you wouldn’t exist. Therefore, you couldn’t travel into the past. Therefore, time travel is impossible.

    One idea i have for an end of history scenario: Time travel becomes more and more discussible, finally there are laboratories working on it, finally there is a prototype machine, finally it’s possible to conceive of a test; and so on the morning of December 12, 2012, at the world Temporal Institute headquarters in the Amazon Basin, by a worldwide, high definition, three-dimensional hook up, the entire world tunes in to see the first flight into time. And the lady temponaut comes to the microphone and makes a few brief statements, hands are shaken, the champagne bottle is smashed, she climbs into her time-machine, pushes the button and disappears into the far flung reaches of the future. Now, the interesting question is, what happens next? And i have already established for myself that you can travel backwards into the past, but you can’t travel further into the past than the invention of the first time machine, for the simple reason that there are no time machines before that, and if you were to take one where there are none, you get another paradox.

    So what happens when the lady temponaut slips into the future? Well, i think what would happen a millisecond later is tens of thousands of time machines would arrive from all points in the future, having come back through time, of course, to witness the first flight into time. Exactly as if you could fly your beachcraft back to Kitty hawk, North Carolina, to that windy morning when the Wright brothers rolled their flyer out and fueled ‘er up. And that’s as far as the road goes. That’s the end of the time road.

    But the grandfather paradox persists. One of those time travelers from 5,000 years in the future, on their way back to the first time-travel incident, could stop and kill his grandfather, and then we have this whole problem again. So i thought about this for a long time, and i think i’ve found my way around it. But, as usual, at the cost of further weirdness.

    Here’s what would really happen if we invented a time machine of that sort. The lady temponaut pushes the button, and instead of all time machines appearing instantly in the next moment, in order to preserve the system from that paradox, what will happen is, the rest of history of the universe will occur instantly. And so that’s it. I call it the God whistle.

    This is because you thought you were building a time machine, and in a sense you were, but the time machine isn’t what you thought it was. It caused the rest of time to happen instantaneously, and so the furthest out developments of life, matter, and technology in the universe can right up against you a millisecond after you break that barrier, and in fact you discover that traveling time is not traveling time, it’s a doorway into eternity, which is all of time, and that’s why it becomes more like a hyperspatial deal than a simple linear time-travel thing.

    There’s been a parallel development which has caused me to be more confident. We’re now beginning to build this parallel world called the Wolrd Wide Web. And you can bet that long before we reach 2012, the major religions of the world will build virtual realities of their eschatological scenarios. There will be the Islamic paradise, the Christian millenium, the Buddhist shunyata – these will be channels that you tune into to see if you like it and want to join, so in a sense guaranteeing we will have a virtual singularity.

    It’s all very well to try to understand the end point, but recall that where we are relative to the end point is in resonance with the year 950 AD. We’re like the people in 950 AD trying to understand the web, the hydrogen bomb and the catscanner. How can we? My God, we don’t even have calculus yet. Newton hasn’t been born yet, let alone Einstein. I mean we’re running around – essentially we’re primitives, is what i’m saying. We don’t have tools yet to conceive of the object of 2012. We must build those tools between now and then. And good places to start are with the web, psychedelic drugs, whatever is the most cutting edge and most far out.

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  • 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.


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    Steven James Pratt

  • HS is for High Sierra festival 2005 (Poem)

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    My experiences at the 15th High Sierra festival last year have become Difficult to translate into writing.
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    Please enjoy yr Mixed drinks –

    400 miles long my body stretches
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    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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    Steven James Pratt

  • 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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