DEEP SCRATCH

Category: maybelogic quarterly

  • HW is for Howordz Way:

    Howordz Way

    Àpollo versed himself into fish with womb
    Piloting poets to DELPHI:
    The womb of the Wor.ld
    A Womb governing the Oracle of Delphi
    Meaning womb
    Sauce of Life and Wisdome

    Dolphin flipped into FISH WITH A WOMB by greek logic
    The damnable Navy seals and their repulsive poison and accursed ear-wax
    Mistranslate dolphin into
    FISH WITH BOMB!
    Shamefully perverting a smiling samaritan and guardian of ships into
    Eliptolis
    Destroyer of ship’s
    Smiling merchant of death
    Evil and further devilry in the sickly name of national kaution
    Li Sao Li Sao for sorrow
    Our only security is change

    Sucking my pink thumb i evoke
    A Babel ichthus Decoding
    To enable alien races to ©omunicare
    Speaking with their aboriginal slangwedge
    As waves begin taking form
    Rising but formed
    Holding their form
    Foam: sparkling cristal

    1494: Aldus Manutius and his Aldine pressa tipografica was sealed by
    Dolphin and Anchor ideographix
    Suckling pesci with a womb
    And navire ancorare
    Whirling Stenella longirostris twisting like DNA hélix ribbons
    Mind like the whirl without the pool
    A tomb without a corps
    Dolphfinnegans: connaissance-without-an-objet
    Mathematizing sea-good
    Dolphins classified as mammifére in 1776 by Linnaeus
    Mankind scrawls his taxinomie of gnumerous goodz in his book

    Surfing Dolphinnegans Wake
    Lactating mindfield churned inside out
    And turned again into Eins Leary wide uni.verse
    La Tao of Joyce
    A delfino voix: JANUS

    “Phil Adolphos the weary O, the leery, O,
    ” Dolphin in the wildsbillow
    “Light a pike on porpoise
    “Pannonia on this porpoise
    “Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph
    “Spirit spires Dolph
    ” Godolphinglad in the Hoy’s Court
    ” Godolphing in fairlove

    “Dolphin’s Barncar. Wan Ceteroom;
    “Cods’ cradle and porpoise plain
    “Simple philadolphus
    “Traduced into jinglish janglage
    ” For the nusances of dolphins born.
    ” Adolphted such an Adelphus! Jerry Godolphing“

    Uncertain.tea brewing the womb of future porpossebili.tea
    Disentangle the Dauphine stir into Auvergnat
    Realitea
    Adding condensed mammal latte for spiral galaxy

    Original swinners with oración credentials
    Traduced into jinglish janglage
    For the nusances of Delphinus born
    Babel mammal surfing a word warywide web
    Barbarous Godolphin horse speak

    And Poseidon took over the titles of le Royal Pallas
    Sea beast and salmoneus the human oak king
    De Dagdafinn sanghasongs of Salmon read knowledge
    Percolating La Boyne Water

    ®osa dauphin à gros nez corkscrews up a cherry waterspout
    Gyrating along the Amazon
    Like a brief lived raspberryframboise ripple cascade
    A Rubescent ivory strudel.
    Salmoneus thrusting out its whirlpoint towards the ruddy riverun
    Above the earth a garden of rose trees
    Flowers blooming and dying all-at-once
    Pink porpoise cloud portal hatchway for
    Returning Bufeo Colorado

    Dusky faces and pearl shoulder blade oscillating through upward fountains
    Petals of frosted skin shed and fall
    Through the coral cetoessa fontana
    Glowing apricot as sunset leaves
    Their ochre clings to their fuselage
    Tangerine rust against the sunlight thrusting up a vertical river mouth
    Godz puckered roseo lips sucking and blowing with circular breath

    ®osewine vortice linking heaven and terroir
    The Ocean sky ladder exited by delphinidae godolphinnx
    Leaving munkind a soggy porpoise corpus which reads
    Cherry’O and tanks for all the fish
    Tromba d’acqua dances furthur down river back out to the ocean
    And makes porpoise portalz
    Suckling up Cetacea With kundalini zing
    Meeting the Palladium moonlight casting a crescent silhouette
    Prophecie’d since Aldus printed the
    Hypnerotomachia Poliphili
    Transduced as
    poliphilidolfinnegan by Flipper
    The great cétacémostro marino
    Comming from Greek ketos sea-munster
    God A Hikue and goddess Hiuaoioi flipping summersalts

    Extraterrestre voices float on the sea aire
    Festina lente as Arion’s lyr
    And Jason dreams upon his chrusos fleece
    Deciphering from Delphine to English
    The ice of the owlphin in aire is lyke whoman?
    Dolpfinnz pronounce owls un ombinaxionx of owls yet
    ill avin rubble ith onsonanz

    Shark of the covenant appears quilted in sea-beast skins
    And sacred Shoulder blades are boiled and brewed into
    Delphilazarus elixir
    PALLADIUM moonshine
    Now Watch the waves as they roll
    Ripples and eddies coiling outwards
    From the galactating Dauphine constellation of
    Strange aquatic attractors that inflowenced us here
    Comunicación between bard and porpoise
    The Intelligenz sporterspout

    Dharma songs ode to Temples of Tethys
    Voixed by the sweetest Goddess of la océano
    Lamenting mammal babel re©orded in doggerel by hoo-ha GODMEN
    As another TYPE of critter
    And Pelops married Hippodamia down river
    And was sad when she returned to the sea
    No longer strange to rediscover fossilized PAKICETUS poems?
    A genus of extinct
    Cétacé poesé épica
    Found in the upper Eocene of Pakistan
    Once-upon-a-time part of the coast skirting
    Tethys Ozean

    The truth paddles around the ruins of Peos
    With the Sonne in its golden wor.ld cup
    La argent apples of the lune
    Le golden pomme’s of the sole mixedmashed
    Into a sac.red and whiffy fishélixir Finnsmoothé

    Delphinus bathes close to the celestial equatore
    And the same stars glittered above the noir sea
    while Howard plays in electric-ultramarine waves then swimming again
    Rushing up the Crathis towards the Styx
    In mating season
    Charged with lust up through the river bouche fresh from the mare
    Making haste slowly
    Dolphin kicking and jamming, in the year of the water bearer
    Li Sao Li Sao for sorrow

    Peace Borso Lilly
    Be as eternal peace in the vortex of evolution
    Li Sao
    And thanks for all the poisson

    “Epics,” said Hagbard. “They’re mad for epics. They have their whole story for the past forty thousand years in epic form. No books, no writing— how could they handle pens with their fins, you know? All memorization. Which is why they favor poetry. And their poems are marvelous, but you must spend years studying their language before you know that. Our computer turns their works into doggerel. It’s the best it can do. When I have the time, I’ll add some circuits that can really translate poetry from one language to another. When the Porpoise Corpus is translated into human languages, it will advance our culture by centuries or more. It will be as if we’d discovered the works of a whole race of Shakespeares that had been writing for forty millennia.” “On the other hand,” said Howard, “your civilizations may be demoralized by culture shock.” “Not likely,” said Hagbard grumpily. “We’ve a few things to teach you, you know.” “And our psychotherapists can help you over the anguish of digesting our knowledge,” said Howard. “They have psychotherapists?” said George. ” – Illuminatus Trilogy

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    Acrillic Figa


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  • 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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  • 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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