DEEP SCRATCH

Category: spore of the words

  • Unjust My Opinion

    Unjust My Opinion (UMO)
    (a freestyle driven by rhyme pressure)
    …unjust my opinion, makes me cry like a onion
    i feel my opinion, hurts my foot like a bunion
    opinion, i got a million, billion
    a trillion zillion 23 piece pinion
    I just can’t stand any more your opinions
    unless they be new ones, or clever funny uns’
    shoulda’ coulda’ woulda’ brudda’ what you sayin?
    why put me in a straight jacket of your wordplayin’ 
    pain, who’s paying
    you need an op to remove it
    that opinion, you can’t prove it
    logic in the way, just move it
    add to hard facts to soothe it
    like a bed of nails, you can’t smooth it
    like a sun in a ditch light groove it
    have you got more opinions than Trump
    cuz we got the funk to shake yo’ rump
    lance that opinion, remove the lump
    tomorrow your opinion lies dead in the trunk
    i think your opinion is your opinion
    so keep your eye on the group and beware the minion

    Fly: Selected Poetry

    by Steven Pratt

    Link: http://a.co/3of5XFj

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  • WP for World Piss: The Spore of the Words 08 (now Shannanigums Wave)


    Merryvirgin forbed! But of
    they never eat soullfriede they’re ating it now. With easter
    greeding. Angus! Angus! Angus! The keykeeper of the keys of
    the seven doors of the dreamadoory in the house of the
    household of Hecech saysaith. Whitmore, whatmore? Give it over,
    give it up! –James Joyce, Finnegans Wake Page 377

    Spore Of The Words

    by Steven Pratt

    Link: http://a.co/g5uev86

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  • CT is for Clone Town: Strip Mall Stourbridge.

    Before my response.
    Here’s some writing, prepared for this matter of Stourbridge, Shopping Malls, Poetry and me:

    MONOPOLY Everyware like ©hristmas board-room games. Monopoly on water, air, land and thought. Wee drink Peace for sport. Ghosts of Slaggy Thatcher’s Britain. Great became grit. Industry sold to Palmer Eldritch. GO GET HOOKED on Kapitalisimus. Here comes E-Bay, Amazon, flare trade and google, everybody together again. Faceback to the singularity. Digital highs and lows. Get hooked on electronic DRUGS! Mental-pathic wrestling matches Inn-the-net! Up against the wall Monopolying Motherfuckers. Direct deception delivery services.

    Who issues it, how? Get a loan, get hooked on consumerism. Get a Good stale corporate Job for a multi-national and help expand the third world war. I pray to the rusting iron-ore Sun set through a cracked looking glass, sand Led and a bitter pint on my heavy maybe mind. Not rioting just wrioting. Making herbal Fli-Tunes for Bob. At peace with Mary Janne. Gordon Brown in Bollywood, B☠sh in Disney world, Bl☠ir playing Tennis With Cliff Richard. Me, I’m down the pub getting pissed and stoned. U.K Lottery economy. X-factory life. U.S Citizenship lottery. The War lottery. All balls up in the air, have yours Dropped? Get hooked On Urban Shamanism.

    Big Brother maybe watching YOU His Sister Him the last time I looked. Crime against humanity, crimes Against supernature Tzar’s “Faith based” government wishes humanity be Dumb, hooked on sugar meat Fernsehfunk And Koks-Kapitalismus. Drop the “IS” of identity and discover a semantic clarity. Old Angleterre of mud n’ bog I love thee so. I love BOG Spirit. Damn, the longer I amaway the more i pinefor Great Britain. S/he hooks me. Get hooked on supermarket nature brands, seed, fruit, bloem under one roof waterfall the rivière and the hills, psychokinetic spores on the air.

    Mycoremediation of a nation, a Riverruning renewal. And so a lone duck pushes on down rivière. Sovereignty = supermarket-nature, Eglise d’Etat spires interrupt Malvern and Clent hills and the Distant Chinese landsCapes, a Salamander spitting fire on a Dudley coat of arms, forging a head.

    From Spore of the words….by Fly Agaric 23

    Now HERE’s the BBC news from last week,
    Stourbridge Crown Centre: approved
    The go-ahead has been given for a £50 million regeneration of Stourbridge’s town centre that will change the skyline forever. See our pictures and have your say!
    More photos of the Stourbridge redevelopment >
    After years of negotiations, planning has finally been approved to transform Stourbridge’s ailing Crown Centre with a £50 million redevelopment scheme.

    How development may look

    The go-ahead has been given and if all goes to plan construction will begin within the next 12 months.
    The scheme – spearheaded by property developer Modus – will see a 70,000 square foot anchor store – tipped to be a Tesco’s – and a brand new multi-storey car park built in place of the current centre.
    Shop units, 75 apartments and a new market hall will also form part of the redevelopment, creating an estimated 750 new jobs.

    Lower High Street – how it may look

    Stourbridge councillor Les Jones, former Cabinet Member for Economic Regeneration, said:
    “I’m delighted with the news. We stuck to our guns and and made sure that any development was kept in the town centre. I think it will really help breathe a new lease of life into Stourbridge.”
    Modus investment director Peter Macfarlane added:
    “We are absolutely delighted with the news. It’s fantastic for the people of Stourbridge and will help the town immensely.”
    These photos are computer generated images of what the scheme is expected to look like. Click the link at the top of the page to see more.

    What do you think? Tell us below!
    BBC Story about Stourbridge SALE to a company worth 2.5 BILLION POUNDS! !!!!

    My comment, which is now under moderation…

    “See our pictures and have your say!”

    Well, it all come’s a bit late i feel, I’m sad. i mean, to comment about the GO-AHEAD!

    I’ll state for the record that IMHO the methods by which Governments and HUGE Businesses do their dealings–like this one in Stourbridge now–seem crook’d to me. They “the goviness” have IGNORED many local Stourbridge voice’s.

    There was no “mass assembly”: a town meeting, to have a proper and fair and open deabte like they used to have in any respectable OLD market town–(1786, like when the 2nd U.S President John Adam’s was in Town)–but now in 2008 a meeting in which the individuals, the community groups, and the bizznessezz can all hold a microphone, operate an overhead projector and use the most advanced multi-media tools available to have their say and make their comments is possible. But, this means to better communication seems mostly ignored and even blocked by most HUGE power-brokers, like in this sad case.

    “What do you think? Tell us below!”

    Why didn’t the BBC help us with their networking and social communications technology BEFORE the GO-AHEAD?
    For Crying out LOUD.

    Build a Ecological fun-house, an interactive learning center. Teach about permaculture, Local exchange and Trade systems, and the pro’s and con’s to international United Snakes style “Shopping Mall’s” moving into your community/culture/home!
    ;-(

    —

    And so now, i started reading the other comments and found that Cllr. Les Jones made this comment:
    “”By the way, the Crown Centre is only about thirty years old, if anyone can show me its historic character I will be very happy to protect it!” Cllr. Les Jones.

    So this inspired me to recall Stourbridge Crown Center.
    Memories and thoughts, to answer the question “What is the Character of the Crown Center in Stourbridge”?
    I have it.
    ILLUMINATION! is the essence of the CROWN Center.

    Its really interesting that you mention the historic character of the Crown Centre, and the fact that its only 30 years old. Well, I am 31 years young and i was born in Wordsley and i grew up, lived, worked in and around Stourbridge. I love the town, and have many experiences and tales from in and around the Crown Center. To begin with i’d like to talk about URI GELLER and the Crown Center.

    I met URI GELLER in the Crown Center, back in the 90’s as he was appearing at the Earth Mysteries talks, which were maybe the best events i can recall (well, excluding my sisters 21st Birthday party in the Amblecote room) at the Crown Center. Uri geller is a famous Pyschic, and i met him at the Crown Center. Also the Library is housed at the Historic Stourbridge Crown Center, a place i have spent many many hours of study, composition and execution.

    I will not list the books i have read inside the Crown Center, but if you like you can go check the library records, as i’m sure Stourbridge Library, being so hip to security will have accurate documents of which books i’m reading, but, unfortunately not any accurate records of which books i am NOT reading. But the point is i have gone through the rituals of reading at the crown center for over 20 years. Therefore, i feel i have some sense of the historical character of Stourbridge’s Crown Center Market.

    The Sacred Stourbridge Crest lovingly and skillfully crafted into the floor. The Train that sits along the guttering of the inner square of the Crown Center. There’s the small blue/red and yellowfull flower buckets that contrast nicely with the dark purple bricks.

    The people i have met, kissed and fondled in the Crown Center. My sexual exploits at the Library, unforgettable trips around town, on foot, bicycle, skateboard and Roller-skate, snow-ball fights, can’s of larger, a funny cigarette.

    All in the Crown Center, and all probably tales that can be backed up by my beloved friends and loved one’s from in and around the Stourbridge area.

    So the there is a very strong character to Stourbridge Crown Center for me. Historic in every sense. And it is ILLUMINATION. And the awakening to the Religious over-tones to the words “Crown Center” and the holy art of shopping Mall Bizzinessizzss and the commodification of Culture.

    Now a failed hunk of capitalist plastic and useless garbage, verbage, and just old age, old wit, (missing) and a paranoid, conservative sickly addiction to greenbacks, power, control, security, and monopoly on culture.

    Golden chariots blaze acroxx the sky at Sun set. For sale. News arrives left to right black and white print. Castle Bridge of red hash-Brick-silver haze of steel, thc crystal Glass in Knuberry muffins.

    Petrol Station next to an expensive German car showroom next to a ©hurch next to a Snooze Paper office next to a ©hurch next to the Polizeiwache, damn, must escape on my bicycle but the road just leads in Circles.

    Retreat to le verte collines, Stroll the woods bare foot and starry eyed, Green medicine Criminalized by uptight mostly white honky chaps, huh? Green PETROL stations are really Black.

    Cycling through the L.S.D market I glimpsed the geist of Frank’s Trolley. I Cycled in hairy Steven’s park and picked Cherie Rosebaud, popped it onto my tongue and awakend to some lost senses. Full Moon around Mary’s lake.

    Ducks perform water rites perfect rote order, I observe Green awe under oak canopy. Feather and tree Foliage both pocketing similar breeze.

    ❍ak tree silent, Day in day out, quietly Budding a young Girl picking yellow daisies sighs in a winter graveyard.

    Clone towns: a new American strip mall. Councillors like Carnivores hunting in packs. Hannibal Rising in parliament, Church and state croxxed like roads Like entangled tree Branches, young sapling Wrestles a Tesco shopping bag blown Along road.

    Strong winds are the Message, Multi-story skateboard park and Layers of konkrete, liars in property And liars in Law. Liars. Somebody’s going into business, competition Commission inquiry so tell me, Trade Union busting, Worldwide Slave wage? Tes©o℗oly Commission impossible?

    How can you fully gauge their global IMPACT? Winter blackout electric droughts and climate change, country all skint’d by the illegal War. Got any lamp oil, Jobs? BLEW-BERYYS MY ASS. I saw mushr❍❍ms growing on mars. De vine D’evil D’corked, Double “J” Dee. Axis monday, around 23 degrees ℉oreign height to bludopeSKY rope-a-dupe, umbilicalendar light pipe.

    Some sanskrit-ching. What you callem’ I was busking in my local subway i headlined every night got paid in cash and the whole show was recorded each night free of charge as a demo on CC✟V. To be self indulgent, pathetic, no more idea how to write. Block. Wall. Paint. I busk till dawn.

    Lazy stoner. Drop out. Slacker. Wish i wuz a painter. Deflated long haired white middle classed exile. Sweating in case i get sprung, in case they find out i can’t do the math. Suffering from Cannabis Psychosis.

    Gov Liars. About to go nuts
    and bolts and berries all over
    again again.

    –fly agaric 23.

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    http://maybelogic.blogspot.com/
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    http://ataleofatribe.blogspot.com/
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    http://djflyagaric23.blogspot.com/

    Steven James Pratt

  • S is For Stourbridge: what is for sale?

    I have been aware of the long and on-going campaign by re-developers to do a deal in STOURBRIDGE.

    A Deal that will make Millions of Pounds of Profits continue circulating amongst the BIGGEST. The RICHEST and the most powerful corporations. If not Tesco then some equally SUPER-RICH Capitalist BULL; to BUY OUT the means to production and retail space-time in Stourbridge Town, Black Country, England.

    The majority of the people who live or have lived in Stourbridge are being IGNORED! with regards to this SELL OUT deal, thats “Going Ahead” according to the crooked reporting that always accompanies crooked business DEALS.

    Crooked or “CROOK’d” as i prefer, implies that the decision made by our so called democratic government IGNORED most of the views and feedback from the local natives from in and around the STourbridge area. I for one have been IGNORED. Repeatedly on not just the TESCO, SUPER-HYPER MARKET Bloodsucking issues. But the destruction of Brierley HILL Swimming Baths, and the neglect of the RIVER STOUR, considering the Town is NAMED after the River. (which may or may-not get modifyed by the New Hypermarket Cabal.)

    I am, however open to debate and discussion, even lunch or a game of SNOOKER on the issue of URBAN RENEWEL. And will wager my ideas, projects, community group values and cultural experience against any International Corporation with an annual turnover above $23’000. (Modus has an estimated 2.5 Bn turnover) And here is some etymological information to help us evaluate the bull-shit, deception quotent within:

    Modus means mode, way. Vivendi means living. Together, way of living, implies an accommodation between disputing parties to allow life to go on. It usually describes informal and temporary arrangements in political affairs. For example, when two sides reach a modus vivendi regarding the territories disputed, even though they may not agree with each other’s values or attitude, they have worked out a way of living with their differences.–Modus Vivendi @ Wikipedia

    Peter Macfarlane, Modus director of investments, said: ‘It’s fantastic for the people of Stourbridge and will help the town immensely. We aim to provide ever better goods and services in a way that is profitable, ethical and respects the environment, individuals and communities in which we operate.’

    Modus bought the centre in January 2006. The permission follows the plans referral to the Secretary of State by the Government of the Northwest.–Stourbridge property Sale in Property Weekly

    I do not know this Peter Macfarlane. But if he wants to meet be in Stourbridge for a chat about ethics, respecting the environment, individuals and communities then i extend my welcome.

    In the meantime, while people like Peter Macfarlane, and our local M.P and most of the other M.P’s from in and around the Black Country area were not born and bread in the Black Country, they TALK as if THEY KNOW OUR/MY Black Country Culture.
    All they know, it seems to me, is how to talk to Bankers, Lawyers, Police and Thieves. The audacity of these suits and cops to SELL OFF OUR MARKET TOWN, as if it were just WATER, OIL, or ROVER cars. And the cheek of them to talk about their willingness to interact with the community, individuals, just makes them look more slimy, more slithery and snake like. And thats what they is. Snakes. With a UNITED SNAKES SHOPPING COMPLEX! And a religiously inspired fundamentalism towards SHOPPING. Now, i am mixing my own personal feelings with the more factual data. Mixing emotion and subjective bias with the more objective reality i.e the agreement of Stourbridge Burrough Council (Whom i am unfamiliar with, strangely enough–as Stourbridge comes under DUDLEY Burrough Council–control) to GIVE-THE-GO-AHEAD for a total transformation of the Old Market Town, into a new SUPER-HYPER COMPLEX. With shopping, car-parking, even houses for Shopaholics to breed in, or their religiously inspired shopping managment hierrachy.

    The fact that i have called for a simple open group on internet, and a saving, documentation of the people of STOURBRIDGE their comments and feelings expressed through words, about TESCO, SHOPPING MALLS, Local Government and other realted topics. OK, (i think to myself) so i’ll go get em’ myself then shall i? I could use some help.

    Big Business is stealing our culture with stolen teeth. Our Swimming pools, our Skateparks, our Night-Clubs our Pubs and community spaces, even our rivers, and our language (They steal the word Community when they “The property dealers” are not even on Facebook, myspace or any open web forum for a chat) they hide in their mansions on young peoples blood. Vampires day and night. Do anything for them GREEN frogskins, and their masters.

    And so, i dedicate my spore of the words to smuthering this highly deceptive crooked Hyper-Market business model that seems to be killing my country, my culture and my poem. All i have wanted is to communicate, and i have been IGNORED! for more than 4 years by the Dudley MBC Government, and their fine plucked Journalists at the local Newspapers who reinforce these Crooked lies. Our collective voice’s as an alternate and COUNTER-CULTURE, in the Black Country are IGNORED. The heart of Industrial revolutions is under arrest. And great loving people of the general heart are bleeding for Justice, Freedom, Liberty and the local means to production. Let us PLAY! WATCH US PLAYING. And remix your praying into a new saying. 50 Million! You better Pay and Display.

    Steven James Pratt
    DJ Fly Agaric.

    Modus means mode, way. Vivendi means living. Together, way of living, implies an accommodation between disputing parties to allow life to go on. It usually describes informal and temporary arrangements in political affairs. For example, when two sides reach a modus vivendi regarding the territories disputed, even though they may not agree with each other’s values or attitude, they have worked out a way of living with their differences.–Modus Vivendi @ Wikipedia

    Modus gets green light in Stourbridge

    09:27 | 20.03.08

    Stourbridge Borough Council has approved Modus’ plans for the redevelopment of The Crown Centre in Stourbridge.

    By Deirdre Hipwell

    The retail developer plans to reconfigure and extend the retail scheme to provide an 80,000 sq ft Tesco food store, a 15,000 sq ft Market Hall and a 458-space car park. There will also be an additional six shops and 75 flats with car parking while there will be an improved pedestrian linkage between Bell Street and the Town Centre.

    modus said it hoped The Crown Centre would ‘once again become a central focus for the town’.Stourbridge property Sale in Property Weekly

    Modus Property

    Spore of the words….

    The Rivers are our Thothers, they quench our thirst. & we’re thirsty mothers. The whole world word wide is named after her. Her, SHE, Anya Liffeystour. All women, all blue pearl rivers, all goddesses. Yes. wow. Still suffering in the name of progress, polluted by wars. Even today in 2006 i spot shopping trolley remains littering her veins. No crack commando team to remove grandmothers ailments. Does “GoodGod” clean his own Rivers with his almighty weather cycle life cycle. Only natural we shoot our shit into your local waterways. Oh my sweet brandywine lover. And hoily w☠rs pollute the Tigriss. Only logical progress to colonialism that we use “The natural abundance of soaper-nature” for our own, Imperial de∜ices. And continue with our divine will to power, and To double product prices. Double product taxes. Water rates, OIY. Stop that tax. Tariff on imagination. Stop the tax. Contributions to clean water solutions come with poisons. Do our Rivers have pensions? I follow your stench along the watchtower, between the banks. Watching from my Apolination state. Conservativelϒ the mixed sewage reaches Lions largest River, ‘The River Seven,‘ like a slimyspace sausage of golden syrup. Im horrified at the deadly sinns committed by m☢dern industrial industry. Industry up☢n our naturally abundant channels of beauty, speechless, but not all of them. Most eye seer each day are dirty, p☢is☣nou$ to humans and ₤ull of shit. My own skewered gobservation mind you. I rest my case at the stourmouth delta, she speaks for herselves.: Gold en-eye appeared coughing up Jamaican flem. The tiny weenie-wee object said: “Wetleg, urinnavision: my Sunnydelight, urinnavision bong context where urinvention of Liquid lungwaj turns into runnaway success ripples in a pond, eye Understond; your bodily fluid dynamics have sprung a leak.” The Golden one €yed snake continued – “yourine sample flooded our Urinverse, stop Pissin about and go sear a therapisst. Look after yourine self OK.” Dripping on seeds during conversation with Golden flow, i said: “I’m a Goldonny chile of torrential water slides, upward fountain of youth; brainwashed by Urine Godziller X-streaming symphonies of Piss Orchestras, Loud special firewire brews of moist Media, through vine.✆ 1984 Wet wear, microchipped passports, trickle treats whizz, wee, Wazz, wet, WaVe, water, wash, wake, wripples. W = World word Psst.

    River banks steer the currents through waterways. In River banks we trust. ℗Rats live in River banks. Willows droop their stuff, stingers aren’t really a plant. Revo… precession powered by passion fruit, stranger in a strange land wants to start a marching band and march like black ants through winter windowland, waking critters and walking weed garden dig your pardon plant forgiveness foretelling professional cycles seasons greetings bring light and rain to seeds and saplings strange beings with leaves and nectar amber Rumi gardens love and care with predictive prerogatives of the date timespace place pace of Gaia, seasons change flames into water, baths full of rain water nurture life, pond lyf stock and bond water running ripple dribble snow. Cells divide, finns gills and navigation through inebriation bring connexion with environment. Melk Galaxy. Homo sapplyng floating like single electron q-beats: floaters riding a medicinal River down snakeskin streams of healthy clear blood. A vessel to contain memory, a test tube baby. A revolutionary solution baby.I love you all. Good Luck gates, Stour ports. Nine portals “driving storm” to Butter-table-minster. 1776: Starport “licks”. I tell no lye, Its often gauged in a Lye group. Godisturberstourbridge forged keys for Alternativitea. Unlicked lockgates. acrillacked restraint. Daisy-chain makers arms scaffolded. Luckeygate. Rivers banks have her vested interest, opposite, mimicking every bow, crescent, chicane and curve. Who banks with river banks anymore anymoor. Oh shit Diaper backward spells repaid. Pantherina cokeri Cubensis chillin in the “cubehouse” with esculenta hemibapha frostiana excelsa aestivalis phalloides (these are Amanita species) rubescens velosa vaginata. Nu wyne, urine luck, silk Pyjama people of Kritik-tacky Genus. Harmonic Optical Transformation elves. Lung woids

    Condensed occillating octagon node-points.
    We’re impaled upon out points of view. One douzen notes, all of natures vibrating matter, vegetable digital kindness and do-gooding make, the charge. Feedback, from one another. Interacting woid processingsong. Scratching my face, contemplating filling tooth twenty two, next year its gonna be further up River, River rapids dissolve slowly and the rocks repeat like washing machines. Stoned i was smoking Swimming underTOE, looking up holding my nose, trees blurry squinted glosseye frayed glass stream of lights, ouch kicking a bit too wide, frog kick, deep toad breaths, breath flash of blueskytree grain layers of hyperlights, blue rushing waves of light. Ruddy hell Im miles downstram. ↓ Bubble in sand and silt grains mimic my hand, pebbles dashing a rolling my arms sculling figures eight, breath, breath blue greenhouse sky, with a touch of forest, lungs full of River dust. Medicine, up my nose in my ear she everyweir. River Oils for peace. Goodyear was 04. Steal this face? Give me my book back, give me my face Back, Maskbook, Task book, ∄-book, Acid…Macebook, pepper spray and spit from the Ace of face. Modus Vivendi’. Where are your poets. Line em’ up. Oh, and don’t worry, your just the other end of the wick. Its the Deadly Burrough Council dogs that pushed this DEAL through that have to carry the full burden of selling off “Fly Agaric’s” culture of Birthplace. Back through to the Merry Hill COMPLEX, and all the big UNITED SNAKES like DEALS made on behalf of Big Business and international capitalism–at the expense of CULTUTRE, COMMUNITY OWNED “CO-OP Local Exchange and Trade Systems. And with crime, violence, maximum security and fundamentalist MATERIALISM as the social fall-out from this Fake-Plastic Church (The Private Shopping Mall.)

    Steven James Pratt

  • Hammock to Hammock: World Piss Drizzle

    Swingin’ comfoot. Come 4th. Cradle to cradle design. Hammock to Hammock. Ham Hocks and Blues. Swing. Swing.

    How to represent the invisible hands. How to learn the changes? Ted tells his wife about his vision of Sixty-four hexagrams along with descriptions of ancient paintings. The Book of tribetable EYE Discs is nowfore presented ear. You must imagine engine it. Grand Uniflyer wired with D’vines code. In/out with a formatted gloss to engage hemispheres.

    The years as a greedy temporal Mandollar. Don’t joke with a hungry man. A Geometric circular chord chart on a slip mat. Time as hierarch-keys. (Sacral, Sacrificial and Juicy fresh). Timespice in your GUCT.

    Narrative time cooking itself into poetic timetom (the meter’s), spun on my platter axis. Ted was in a hypnotic trance for several hours and continued long disjointed dialogues with his wife. Surf a wave-harmonic of his-story in land to shoreline. Two copies entertwinned with a mixer. Mixed drinks and drugs and media. Mixing phase Arcana LOUD over the banners Phase, delay, echo-compression, using echolocation and amplitude and attitude to turn Procession Cycles into images of clocks on bicycles. Etch a tree calendar into a picnic table this summer. Back to Life Back to back to life, back to reality.

    Opoponax on wax, cuts sharp as an axe. Take off your cloths be naked as worms, jump in. NO DIVING. No running, no petting, no bombing, no pushing and NO PARKING outside the pool. Health and safety signs in Ted’s mind read: No embezzling, no in$ider-trading, no cheating, No smoking. No Double standards and double speak. no touching me.

    Swimming my troubles away, drowning each day. Deadley Leisure Services pulled the plug on me at Brierley Hill Baths. Tryed to drain me away. Washed away my words with each stroke and the sniff of the mustard smell of chlorine.

    Iron lung fly. Pushing from the past, pulling into the future with each stroke i am now re-spewed as some kinda’ Chinese written character. In ink dot-com bubbles. Cage me now. Freestylz ill be the breath of me, all open and stream of consciousness. Λwake. Dreaming Λwake of the woidllness, the muddle way around the midday puddle puzzle.

    In Northern California two days previously, Ted Edwords looked out from the observation point of his wife’s blue and red car, moving through the moist nowness–daydreaming and i’m thinking of you–daydreaming and i’m thinking of you–playing on the stereo. Moving with green mountints.

    Whizzing by Ted’s thoughts calmly, calmly tracked his time on the road, two days and four hours, licorice tarmac and yellow stripes stretch along the pathway, melting in the distance, eye-sight breaks down. Its in something, something in GUCT Fli-sight. Meanwhile, meanwhile in the forground the birds switch, swatch and hopoop between Mcluhan’s wires, moving notation, birds on a wire; switching modes. A dance and a melody. Light enters Ted’s eyeball and is dispersed onto his retina, all thats left are symbols and corresponding footnotes. Musical Birds. Sound + Image. Sonogram ideogram hologram. Whatever.

    I wanna money-gram Sam. Half a gram of white wintao. Woosh. Veryfiable in souper-nature. Betcha. Eyedeers communicated to the mind in an intuitive, symbolic, imagistic fashion. Weekly.

    –Fly Agaric/acrillic

    Steven James Pratt

  • Turntables and the implicate/explicate order

    Past/present/not sure.
    Vinylcyclic records totally recalled,
    reversed turning of the tongues ➚ Termtablists↑ and
    innovative I-Disk jockey on one hand,
    Sample monkey on the other….

    Read This first.
    These ordinary notions in fact appear in what is called the “explicate” or “unfolded” order, which is a special and distinguished form contained within the general totality of all the implicate orders (Bohm, 1980, p. xv).”
    Implicate_and_Explicate_Order_according_to_David_Bohm

    Unfold your record…
    Place the record on the turntable mat. ○
    Press the power switch button provided at rear panel to “ON” position.
    Remove the stylus protector, if cartridge is detachable one. ○
    Push the start/stop button, the platter will start to turn. (Turntable)
    Move the tone-arm position over the record.
    Put it down to the record and playback/forword will begin.
    Set the turning speed to 33 1/3rpm or 45rpm with speed select switch.

    Singers, drummers and Seal Calendar jugglers under the Sun. Bound to happen. To Bond like crime families. To spin and roll tymespice glyphs into spliffs: to turn word into gas. Our men alchemical our men. No less. Where have your thoughts gone to? where has the Roman pontiff of slimespace disappeared to? Measure the Sun and the Moon and what do you get? Tide-waves. Gema smiles as the tide waves deliver lucifer. Calendar reform. Reformation. When out of information recharge. Retreat yourself. Remixology ingredients ↓ Some S❁ma sits in Li’s refrigerator next to the Ξaster eggs, resting her legs, Syrian rue, and Golden Apples. Myceilium running. Pound of fungus, creamy woolen fungus grown in sheep shit. Bah to coordinates.✐ Coordinates ↵ Berlin 1945. Birmingham 1600. Hong Kong June 16th 2009. The article that started poly calendrical studies by Mr. Wilson shd/ be consulted, for more accurate data. GΩDiturΒΞR the coordinates ➚ to equal 9.9.99.9:09. Testing testing. Bodies well Tattooed with pimples pointing ↕ to veins joining historical bones together to make a man, to make a body of work whole. Ol’e history pressed together on a 78 in 76′ Slowed down and spun backwords. 384 words. Swords carefully concealed on a tortoise shell. Calendar eclipse every hour. Birth life death every hour. Minute, second-line. Taste sweet to taste sour, now and then. Start and Stop. Start/Stop button. But on, always on. Needle drop finds honey August 11th 1999 upon St. Michael’s Mount. Ken Kessey in Great Britain on his bus. 1999 culture blossoms on the tree of technology. Rise of electronic media, culture, festivals, psychedelia. Millennium on the horizon. A Calendar shift. A paradigm shift. A knight shift into the theme from hairshaft Grummet. Bush and Dope, the birthing of the anti-christ in a new jerusalem. The Spandau mystory and the stargate.

    Move the tone-arm to the armrest, when play is finished. ○
    Push the start/stop button, and platter will stop. ○
    Turn off the power.

    Next time, maybe
    Experiment with different speeds.
    Past/present/not sure.
    Vinylcyclic records totally recalled, reversed turning of the tongues ➚ Termtablists↑ and innovative I-Disk jockey on one hand,

    “The new form of insight can perhaps best be called Undivided Wholeness in Flowing Movement. This view implies that flow is, in some sense, prior to that of the ‘things’ that can be seen to form and dissolve in this flow”. –David Bohm

    Hold the balance weight…
    with one hand and rotate only the counter ring
    to bring the numeral “0” of the ring into alignment with
    the center line on the tone-arm rear shaft.

    Waiting for the blootooth storm. Cycling and wurring of Art’s Sunbelts, turning like the clappers hands above rubbing and manipulating. Fingers are burning. DJ/VJ lookingfor a wet BJ. Some hottie to rub out dubs and set Sub keel to breaker breaker. A burnt out Tesla coil covered in mold on the hillside. Creeping fungus up Eve’s 300 ft. axistree. Junglistening and not listening. The Birds. The Bees. ∄nd of history. Young table runts and Little Lab nutters invent new worlds, new time as the Emerald tablets turn like candy mints around your pink gums. Many yarns away. Unravelling the lost lungwaj of tyme traveling shemanism. Vine looking threadlocks require keys to the doors to eternity, The sacred mushroom, please dont get croxx. De-chording results from an aural reading: icaro-graff John Deechorded, unmasking the con-sealed national pleasure of Deception, detraction, contracts and contricks. Laser D’chirp Scribble. A decentral plot to prevent singing or telling the tribe with fresh gusto as the good ale And the good vibe. The brews and their absence from the news. Other than in the context of psychotropicture, death and negativity. Amplified Absynth is sized as the test sense of presence. Da vine de:chorded. Mycelium decorded. Guantummy toms entangle in our G U C T. A fuzzy chord rapped around and woven into whole cloth. Youknitted Superstrings to make the truth. Knitting tales together of characters made from ole cloth. Stitch in time brings vine Flight-sigh Indras net; spider Web deW hosting morning dew drops of star stuff, Fruit of the loomatick, spinning VRmL from her womb. To tackle the big problems i scrape the barrel. Ummm i smell what you mean steve. Identical sacread twinnings…

    Matching, scratching, juggling
    Talking and sound writing machine.
    radio-phonograph combo? nearly got it…
    missing the 2006 bluesphere…
    And the disc/seal/calendoor’s of 08.
    Adjustment of Horizontal Zero Balance

    “Bohm also used the term unfoldment to characterise processes in which the explicate order becomes relevant (or “relevated”). Bohm likens unfoldment also to the decoding of a television signal to produce a sensible image on a screen. The signal, screen, and television electronics in this analogy represent the implicate order whilst the image produced represents the explicate order. He also uses an interesting example in which an ink droplet can be introduced into a highly viscous substance (such as glycerine), and the substance rotated very slowly such that there is negligible diffusion of the substance. In this example, the droplet becomes a thread which, in turn, eventually becomes invisible. However, by rotating the substance in the reverse direction, the droplet can essentially reform. When it is invisible, according to Bohm, the order of the ink droplet as a pattern can be said to be implicate within the substance. —Implicate_and_Explicate_Order_according_to_David_Bohm

    Great Turning, Baktun, Calendar, door, language, etic/emic?
    Word. Turning. Talking and sound writing machine. Etic/emic?
    Bluetooth enabled, ubiquitous broadcasting
    Spyme etic/emic?
    Turntables without cables, with wheels to roll…

    Turn eons over. Nine seal/calendars glisten, KNU dawn. Neinsten. Elvintwelve. 7/7/7 marks the bugining of a KNU woid Weasty beast. I ain’t got no metal or plastic guns i serve my piece in seasoned sensimi buns, plenty advacado for the greening. In the begreening was the herb and the herb was grown fresh. Little Ms. Higgs and her Mayo-theory and she’s good to go, loosen’ up her gob so she can hold down her cutting job. Yo sis what “IS” the prognosis? Isness is an Illness.Cannabis Metempsychosis a Knu cure for the clap? The doc. said to me Thursday it might be Psychoneurosis So i went home and read Pythagorus and smoked super-grass. Maybe psychobiology? eh? or neuro-psycho history? Cannabis Psychosis, Me or the plant that is the mystory? Thinking and feeling are not divided so simply Mankind and nature, mind and matter all bleed into each other n’ ceed one another. Gun-metal tone-armies fire a diamond tipped Stylus, arcing. Sunlight refracting off its tip into a thousand fragments. Snatching the Moon with the hands hand. Scratching the Sun with a finger. Kites! Massager. Pass the Pea soup wash your hands hide your eyes. Surfers upon saturnalia surf bareback. Spun backwords and 4words. Dive in ocean blue baby, ride calendar crafts to naxos. Rafts float paths under the S☀n

    1. Release the tone-arm from the armrest to free.
    2.Turn the balance weight clockwise or counter clockwise until the tone arm is balanced horizontally.

    In another analogy, Bohm asks us to consider a pattern produced by making small cuts in a folded piece of paper and then, literally, unfolding it. Widely separated elements of the pattern are, in actuality, produced by the same original cut in the folded piece of paper. Here the cuts in the folded paper represent the implicate order and the unfolded pattern represents the explicate order.”–Implicate_and_Explicate_Order_according_to_David_Bohm

    And records of the Tale of the tribe,
    2008 Tribe. Remixed. Spew Flesh.
    turntablists compete to see who can develop the fastest,
    most innovative and most creative approaches to their instrument…
    manipulation of the record in time
    manipulation of the cross fader on the mixer
    Newham rhythms and sonic artefax..

    Breakfast spun on a Golden moldϒ threaded platter. Saturnalia with a bite of luck. Kung Fu toast and tea and Blueberry muffins. Huλgens probe separates from ©assini Orbiter. 21 day taste trip to Titan. Christmas TSunami eclipsed by probe. Place the needle stylus into the F-ring groove, Wash your hands, Take a fresh shroom and gently twist the Cap off. Place gills down on a sterile card/glass platter. Cover the card with clean container, Leave overnight! Fold the ©hristmass card next morn and keep airtight. Ziplock it, airlocket and good luck. Happy saturnalia. Sporeprints remain good for a year, blueprints are maps. Tales Tales Tales. ✜ Apple Logic 2.3 tastes strange to me Looks like strange fruit served with Correspun/dance. Alight PUN-danc©e. Didji drivel weather forecasting. Bored network? Forrest television. hello hello. Pomegranate planets with each byte of luck. Artemis scaffolded via multitrack audio interface dialects. Why it noise? White noise. Open chowder sauce trickled beyond the boundAries of bowl. The phλsical boundAries of the Donut. The mental boundAries of an octet truffle. The personal boundAries of a blow-job from your hot young secretary. Conned shaped concepts to pointed precepts ➘ of subjects and, pre-dated predicates ➚ and Kate’s old grammar ↕ Stereoscopic Holographic Prose tools. Listen to me. Forget what you learnt, till your tongues burnt You ain’t learnt. Remove the ceiling! escape the house. Tone arm troopers for Revolution routines. The Prose tools spew is just fragments. It’s all fragments, Bits, chunks, parts, pieces, as yet unconnected and pre-GUCT. And so Hair Combs Everybody. Amrita and all. All peoples from ALL times ✜ ALL places re:unite. Tonight. In a blue tidal concressence, like a paisley, tie-dyed wave. Vibrational physics maps are still maps. Virtual maps. INK as hardwar device deployed spilt and deltupun Sammy-circular shemy-attatched shami-holy playing pages. A Seed looping with hands throwing seeds praying for a root for reality totality to come to me. The I-disco joke plays on random. She cutting and scratching samples on Mp3, CD, connected by her broadtoothed magic fairλ god mother. Janet the sister of Ms. Higgs. Feasty boys on this Apple logik pie, sprinkled with amerinita cinnamon girls. Zappa girls. Hot. Hotter. So hot it rebirths again with a Bigger badder BANG. GU©T: to merge gravity situations with the Trinification of (lang)gauge symmetrees into a Grit Unifie(l)d ©oins℗i®acy Theory of Neverytongue. Higher Crane Everywire. Unified. Undefined interknot of tings and bleeps. Popping candy on the tongue. Habitat, seasonal changes, growth, flowering and fruiting. Who cracked the internut?

    Steven James Pratt

  • 30 Seals: The spore of the words. Cuts.

    Ice Birch* deep blue coral fungus ocean of azure Tahoe.
    Fade blue in my memory but i am trying to stain deeper
    Granted green tin flash of emerald, amber, merald gambosa fade,
    To Sun* burnt toast, lavender fade, sparkle swirl, short circuit
    Electric blues, now white moire swirly glass, misted frost neopolitan
    Isje cream, royal blue diamond swirly xanthoderma blueberry,
    Maple fruit fire and burnt, ouch swirlyelloworanga tanned black
    Coal to white swan snow burst, zebra wood with orange teeth
    And black cloudcover, cedar teac toxoranga tanned, turning crillick
    Birch* brazen backface to amanita virosa and whiteyellow,
    Brawn twisted lingreening, twisted tomaat finnash ash monty
    Python snakeskins acorn texture nobbles and more cloud rounded
    Brown toffee swirl.

    Whats these 32 track loops about?. Looping. Am i now “LOOPY” huh?
    Timespace machine, built using dynamic sauce material,
    Churning with tribetableurns “The Cantos by Ezra Pound,
    “Finnegans Wake” by James Joyce, “Coincidance” and “Illuminatus”
    by Robert Anton Wilson. fuel for the engine which is a sort of map
    You seer it. Patience. Wait for wind. The paradox of a modern verse epic,
    A poetic response of a particular llicka’ writing from his own semihemi
    Milky shakespace perspective. Freethoughtout, throughout freedohm.
    Freedom attracts historikal forces from the future, imminace!
    Trancending any single consciousness or mument.
    Dubble dub plate vinyl sling slinging Aphex twin druqz
    Anna Livia Plurabelle Ambient music for airports Brian Eno
    Boards of Canada Anna Livia Plurabelle John Lee Hooker
    Country Boy Cabbage boy sausage doctor Anna Livia Plurabelle
    Boards of canada, Max 404 oddity Shem the penman Cyril
    Cussack Pressage The media Miles Davis live at Filmore
    Wednesday Miles Jello Biafra The big ka-boom part one Cabbage
    Boy sausage doctor Anna livia Plurabelle Shobhan Mckenna Timothy
    Leary Jimi Hendrix Buddy Miles You can be anyone this time around
    Aphex Twin druqs T.S Eliot East Coker from the four quartets Duke
    Elington. Sep 2005.

    USA. Spinning currency is good for productivity. Flowing free.
    Healthy circulation makes for good productivity – goods multiply;
    Wealth increases, health too. Stealth? who are YOU? We all live
    A happy good life with abundance and plenty. Our life blood flows
    Free as tree sap and our heartshead strong like oak.
    Add a correlative harmony between humanity and nature
    Spirit of dung and material wealth, self and cosmoss, above
    And hello hello’ smell the corpsemanure. Each and every
    Elemental of the mircocousin pull/pushes into re:relation with its
    Currespundingdong element in the macrocousin.
    Its a family affair. Twinkle Twinkle little star. How i wonder what precious
    Metal you are, Terrestrial to the celestial i wonder…Precious…Oh….my……
    Presshuss parasoil. The power to purchase can never (under the present system)
    Catch up with prices at large. Who issues it? how? Who blocks the bog and why?
    Seems like world trade organizations need a collonic.

    Blow it out your assets!

    30 SEALS

    Please support my writing:

    Spore Of The Words

    by Steven Pratt

    Link: http://a.co/g5uev86

    Steven James Pratt

  • Slice of the tribal cheesecake

    THIS IS NOT SPAM
    But hot slices
    enjoy

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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

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    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!

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    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

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    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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