Thanks to Toby, I found some old work originally made for Maybe Logic Quarterly, a webzine of Robert Anton Wilson fans who met at his short lived learning academy, The Maybe Logic Academy. MLA.
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,
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.
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
Meaning has been sentenced to a linear
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.
Late sun, the stream and the hills; the beauty
My mold eyes grow dim and moist with
Scrambled spellz apprehendead enligheningment
Spelling t r o u b l e for images
Shd/ they be made of gold or plastic?
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.
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;
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,
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,
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.
Barber shop spiral paint job
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.
ÒPut the kettle on orchidÓ
Casting tie-dyed maggots;
Fisherman cast bait into the ocean mind shut! open – shut.
A natural response,
Drink new flesh back with kwantum mechanix
Mukhomor flowing moments drunken bards piss somert,
Born from nothing into La picene.
Dark mother Earth: early autumn,
Nourishing dark belly of night
Receptive southwestern mother,
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
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.
My features are of a particular rabbit considered in full
Detail with no properties omitted or isolated
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
Gently penetrating eldest
Daughter With simple southeastern woodwind.
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.
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,
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
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
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,
Eye throwup lies and thought embers
Remain indifferent to riches, Power and influence and steal in the Hope that others will steal me book
Officers may apprehend us at the crossroads with luck.
Derrrrunk on catpee
Yeah great to be derrrunk, the world looks so
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,
Hemp script Re:formation.
Sporeprints the size of a nickel caninoculate a dozen jars with
Copper colored mushroom scrpture.
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.”
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
Escaped all reason and concept of season
Escaped the dollars and pounds and yen,
But yenagain its all talk; ink from my penmanship.
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.
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
“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
Take a moment to breath and take in the
Beautiful crisp sky up past my nose hair
We are a fake twenty-six
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
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
Alone im confused upon a bridge,
The willows darken the stour
Embankment, at this time i am confused and bewildered but
Trapped in linguistic constructs.
Luckily, i have my congos
The Melancholy of everything finished!
Spelling t r o u b l e for images
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
Gods lightning charged with messianic
Missconceptions of Qumran and the early moaning
Interpretations of an interpretation; something has been lost in Translation, I
Jesuspect Its a new dawn.
Alpha and Omega
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,
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
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.
.Recursive clock’s calculate
Back to front
Anti clock wise
Tail in mouth
Words in sink
Back 2 back
Back 2 back
Mouth in tale
Wise clock anti
Front to back
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.
I lie in the spatial relation between white space on one side and
A string of letters on the other side
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.
Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle for Musicians
Dub plates made easy
Cut up machine
Disk cutting and recording lathe
American Buddha, Intelligence agents
McLuhan program research
Effects of yoga on Language
Golden Bough chapter 2, priestly kings
Professor and the madman
The poem of Hashish, the Herb dangerous
The end of the road
Acoustics vibrations animations
The Mabinogion Taliesin
Cultural paradox and the Global Village.
Sun Ra and Tapeography
Where did the Time wave come from?
Wang Wei Index
Alphabet versus the Goddess
All Opportunity Images
Wang Wei Index
William Blake Index
The natural Economic order
Circuits of Consciousness
Color wheel and colour compliments
Glyphs and Holograms
Surfing ELF waves
Chinese Poetry after Mao
Chaos and Cybercult
Pilot plan for concrete poetry
Seeking the magik mushroom
Theory of Games
The Pharmacratic inquisition
Untitled 2.3: Unity/Conduct
For my submission to the Maybe Quartertly tomorrow,
“How can i make my Piece best resonate with the vernal equinox 2005 A.D – 84 P.S.U ? – 7.00 PM Saturday 5th March?”
I meditated upon the above question and developed a “word of mouth” Divination technique below, based upon the coin dropping method for Constructing A: binary coded language acrillic I-Ching. I carefully placed Three “Pound” coins In my mouth, shook my head around, and dropped Them upon a flat Surface. The first “drop” represents the bottom line of the Hexagram and The following five provide the full six lines required for a full Hexagram.
Here are the results from my droppings:
6. Heads Heads Heads
8 = PI, Holding together, (UNITY)
The correlation-code to the broken and un-broken lines of the I-Ching are
Heads Heads Tales = Unbroken line
Tales Tales Heads = Broken – – line
Heads Heads Heads = Broken – – Line
Tales Tales Tales = Unbroken line,
Using the illustrated I-Ching by R.L Wing
“Unity brings good fortune. Further consultation with the oracle will Divine the durability and correctness of the goal; then there will be no Mistake. Those who are uncertain should return to the plan; those who Procrastinate will meet with misfortune. – Hexagram 8, (UNITY).”
So I decided not to procrastinate and consult the oracle once more, at
My improvised-spontanious second question to the
Œ Instruct me upon how to most efficiently construct a spacetime-travel
6. Heads Heads Tales
= 10 LU, Treading (CONDUCT)
“Conduct. Treading upon the tail of the tiger; it does not bite. There Will be progress. Firmness (heaven) is above and excess (lake) is below forming the Condition for conduct. An enlighened person, therefore, discriminates Between superior and inferior, and thereby stabilizes public opinion. – Hexagram 10 (CONDUCT)”
Whoa, i thought to myself, i must include this message from galactic
Lojik tools 2.3
Western languages are phonetic languages.
Semi-virtual 32 track, 8 year, 24 season, spacetime machine/plant/nature Interface.
Reason, Apple Logic, Pro Tools and Acid Loops my troops,
Yeah im a disc jockey bitches,
The melancholy of an unfinished sympathy
Dee did de deer duh dee,
But exactly the distinctive work of science is
Resonnance with several myth-science narratives from
In terms of attitude, maintain your composure
Propellerheads i thank you, you eat with us yes
Using audio softwar metaphors of intoxicating
Pro-ceed! Preceed! Pro tools,
According to the Calendar the Eagle (and
Prose and „stacks‚ of values.
Where’s my stereo equipment?
The I-Ching no doubt!
Which are worlds……
Im swimming inside a virtual seal/Calendar
Acrillic presents for the second spacetime:
Pro Logic toolz 2.3,
MidknightSpring hands juggle
Hardcore phonography scenes of abuse
Surfing a wave-harmonic of his-story
Two copies of the same record entertwinned with a
Like Opoponax on wax,
Amplitude and attitude spin around like Karma wheels,
Turntable Tales Tales Tales!
Apple Logic 2.3 tastes strange to me and even looks
23lb jars of sauce, or it could be jam, or jelly or
Apple Logik x Reason = Prose tools
Pandoras doors swing to be-bop and into the vast
All peoples from ALL times and ALL places re:unite in
If such power , as experience suggests, is
” Both Krappe and Coomaraswamy have identified
” The nearest thing i know in literature to the
This feast of Apple logik prose pie served on a
The King? when? Wen? Chu hsi? Lao Tzu
Strawberry field theory forever
My dreams of a final theory
“Conduct. Treading upon the tail of the tiger;
Composed and decomposed by your crillic flie Agarik