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  • ASI EYE IN THE ICOSAHEDRON / Bizz Tsar Link

    ASI EYE IN THE ICOSAHEDRON / Bizz Tsar Link

    Only wetware, off the top thoughts pop.

    No large lang model but my own wet goop

    Serve slang sandwiches for witches on loop,

    Cradle to cradle PrattGPT time to laddle

    The narrative fable to enable a safe stable,

    To train the horses on classes

    Led by Donkey’s investor asses

    Amass the assets and freeze rewind the tape cassettes

    Eject the greed heads and the cancel the bias

    Can you remix the gods by using the masters pliers?

    Tight hill skullkin’ occam’s razor rope talking, 

    I’m a bagginzez Tzolkien, Tanmaya not sulking,

    A player Christereotype gone walking

    Up the road past the benchmark market tokin’

    Give me the bugaphone and I’ll remix and spark it

    This wet fly flow unpredicts what you think your “I” know

    What you think your fly now, what weights awaits AI now,

    Don’t psycho, give me a positive sign now, 

    A symbol…

    a system of multi-polar global solar tingle wisdom

    Time scheme irreducible, spatial facial boost crucible

    Swim fast and loose for a truce able,

    Making peace via internetwork cable, 

    Release the beast on your own record label,

    House of punch-cards little litturntable,

    Return eternal word wurzel, 

    Fly brains absurd puzzle, returned a lost parcel,

    Semantok passing granma sin tax glossing

    How surprising is surprise

    How to measure god’s thighs guys?

    Pull up yer’ flies and stop wanking,

    Lift up when economy is tanking,

    The tracks of the tank trace killingry and banking,

    I’m the sand sun king, the emperor of dust

    hide bound habit sanding down rust to trust,

    The mega boom bust comes at maga cost lost

    The qwick bruno fax jump over lazy gods

    This PrattGPT running like profits from greedy water firms

    Needy greedy worms for their private profit terms, 

    The turning gyre beast slouches invance couches and squirms

    Humanity learns, the hard way,

    Techno feudal choke point nexus of, “I did it my way”

    Bastards

    Getting angry at AI demons fighting in your wig

    Drink the cool aid, rub one out with belief, take a swig,

    Musk guzzles his own jizz by the 10 litre bottle

    Hyper testosterone techbro, foot glued to the throttle

    Bully boy bigger is better bullshit banter,

    Now the game change, open source come to get ya’

    Free for all disruption, give it away and watch eruption,

    Of the tight wing greedy weak god squad piddle squeak,

    Squirting entropy in your Googling FaceX Unopen demon box tweak

    Twatter

    The rhyme in the cauldron, the languages our children

    Vorticist symbols on the recipe exploding,

    All over the garden spring flowers and rhubarb and,

    Barbarous hooks and words mock the rise of orange

    Barbarous herds with all the worst words

    BIZZ TSAR LINK

    The tsar link to the star link,

    A bizzare inc. Elon’s heist wink

    so come on come on

    all you tacit trumper dumpers,

    show us a source, a fact, some remorse from Hitlers bunkers, your fucking bonkers.

    Get the flow going, some tattered ragged rhymes the sure need sewin’

    Just keep yer’ intellect glowing,

    And the garden mower mowing down the hate,

    Punching down clowns attack the weak

    And blame the crowds,

    Like a Mongolian horde, 

    They keep the violence abroad,

    Trade or spade on bank board

    Invest in mess in around in foreign soil

    No blood for oil

    No blood for golf courses

    No blood for private stem cell vampires

    No blood for votes

    No blood for data centers

    No blood for revenge

    No blood for

    No blood

    NO

    Non servium

    Don’t feed the beast 

    Release your energy in community

    Resist the sex pest, resist the richest war chest,

    Resist the opportunist blame game populists

    Flame names crumb rock to this

    Insane brain flocktopass,

    The rain drain clock tok to push

    A crane picking up letters like a fucking octopus,

    Off and out, like bad bald bread said fred,

    Think it through, stay well red in the reeds

    Orphic hymns to local rivers carry seeds,

    Way back primal visit to move forward deeds,

    New path to sense and new sensibility feeds,

    A great sensibility

    Great global sense sympathy 

    Newsphere with less fear dear is that clear is that clear?

    But you gotta’ dip into the paidstream news, sorry,

    And get a hold of those shame blamed blues before 

    Putting on those new soul shoes,

    Talking about sad a bad stuff, and how much of its bluff,

    How rough the beast, how gruff the beast, when is enough enough?

    How to measure fascism, how to measure insanity or love?

    Self harm does harm to self and to others, 

    Scapegoating sons and gaslighting mothers,

    Fake soaking brains with tar and goose feathers

    Lies to make you despise your own brothers

    Ties with arms data and steel to conceal the damn dirty dirty robbers

    Flies to surprise that dark maga horror behind your eyes,

    The lotus flower,

    Moose in the road intervention, break quick,

    Steer into the skid and trust the suspension

    Of disbelief, avoid the orange moose flies at dawn,

    World made of language, language made of code

    The means to produce and distribution open sold,

    Cold war hot large new babe model,

    Oh Annalivia, swanlike chin up strut with a waddle,

    Allmazifull, LLM’d and humming our summer sang wordle,

    Show yourself recursive self recorsi sea shell echo,

    Bravo alpha fold cyphers into molds, 

    Slice of tale told with broth and broomstick,

    Pop policy like lipstick, what’s underneath it,

    Sweet great gods granmother hear our chats

    Let us honour Annaliv with induction and facts,

    Peer reviewed, sincere, from heart with passion for tact

    Teaching truth to the senses, avoid pretences,

    Experiential knowledge base boogie line tenses,

    Learn diff’ equations from a trip to the movies,

    Oh, gentle muse with the cauldron,

    Shine your light, shine, illuminate upon your apron,

    Love for all and all for love allmen

    Human wedded human below as above,

    Be true man, be true man, be human loved dove

    Matter made of words via minds code lobel,

    Get into the sing song sung globe noble turntable tribe tingle 

    Bird solo angle, tone equi-rectangle tickle down town trickle,

    Take the bucky ball and dribble to my symbol,

    Its simple, sweet cherub of beauty with the dimple,

    Flat edges with a crimple, top hat topology thought nimble,

    Uber positioned using cosmic triggernometry thimble

    You dig, you will, both the red and blue pill

    Both and more multi logo-motifs,

    information locus pocus, goddess help us,

    Gather guts wit and focus,

    Like a swarm of genesis locusts, 

    Like a warm hug from the logos,

    No force can break us,

    Our love is what takes us away in a nexus,

    From crown to toe to solar plexus,

    Oh plasticity gods please flex us,

    Lead us not into oil temptation in Texas,

    They avoid paying their taxes, use disasters like taxis,

    To slip from ship to ship to not give a shit,

    Psychopath capital, at some others expense,

    Slave master general of the Trump Klux Klan at the fence,

    Time to step up, not much time left to lose,

    Or else a thousand year tech reichwing heil breaks loose

  • octopus messiah matrix of a male dominatrix

    octopus messiah matrix of a male dominatrix

    Octopus Messiah Matrix Of The Male Dominatrix. 

    “we’ll just have to wait and see”, does not cut it for me, when asking the 64 trillion dollar question, how much is bluff, how much of what he says does he mean? And furthermore, of what he is actually referring to, most probably far far away from what he thinks he means. What is talk and what will be action? 

    One approach is to formulate an O-meter, some kind of spectrum or some parameters by which to measure. For example, one side is based on everything he says is bluff and bluster, the other that he not only means what he says but that there exists the logistics, funding and manpower to execute his orders immediately. Depending how much of a Trump fan you are, may skewer your reading of where on this Trump Bluff-O-Meter you are, for any particular policy or “words and phrases he uses that might refer to a particular, enforceable policy”. 

    Many, myself included, generally conclude that Trump is full of manure, lies and deceit, be that as it may, it does not help us here and now. We wish to get an accurate prediction, or more accurate prediction of what he’s going to do, and what he’s going to say he’ll do, but probably not. Put a US flag in Mars soil. Dictate matters of science and genetics. Defeat all his perceived enemies. End corruption in congress and senate. With these theologically paralysed grunts, Trump is always saying nothing, talking loud, saying nothing. But we can’t look away, it’s his followers, devotees and supporters we must be vigilant of, and practice a mutual tolerance of. No violence. No hate. Say no to racism. Union strong. See something, say something.

    Having just watched the swearing in of the 47th President, Donald J. Trump, I’ve got to take a breath and contemplate what to say. Firstly, that Martin Luther King was invoked several times struck me. January 20th is MLK day, which will for me, forever overshadow the day Trump got reelected. Read MLK, watch a documentary about his life, focus on that.

    Skipping all the ad hominem about tans, let me first point out that if god is dead then Trump and the USA are powerless against compute, or, the superintelligence that will obsolete whatever is left of a human being still clinging to their falsehoods. 

    The probably dead god was mentioned dozens of times, when meaninglessness was required and an already unsurprising sentence, was in need of further obfuscation and confusion. As with talking about the American dream as if it’s some kind of material thing to grow in proportion. 

    It should come of no surprise, especially after hearing the pastor before him, that Trump gets his signature word salad from his monotheistic roots in evangelical christianity. His hallucinations and simply, illogical sentences, are always caged by the trappings of religious absolutism. I’m gonna’ do this, and we’re gonna ‘ do that, adds to the confusion, the listener or transcript reader left wondering what he really means, and what is he really gonna’ do. 

    If you were to ask how, or for a probabilistic based plan not based on absolute certainty, you’d be shut down. This dictatorial mode of leadership has up and downsides. Yes stuff gets done, but often resentfully, which sews seeds of revolt, sabotage and infighting conspiracy and breakdown of trust. This spiral into paranoia and secrecy prevents the actual implication of their plans, or full implementation of them, like a fascist bureaucracy clogging up the wheels of far right fascism. That’s my hope, or one of them.

    At one point when Trump was in full swing on his anti immigrant, anti trans rant, I thought to myself: stand up, say something, if you see something say something. Somebody “boo” or at least walk out in protest, throw a shoe, if only at Bush! That everybody stayed until the end without any protest, and clapped his disgusting theocratic fascist fantasy, makes me sad, but highlights the difference between self-owning activist poets and congress critters, M.P’s worldwide. They don’t speak for us. Our artists, musicians, scientists and great speakers…speak for us. From now on you can keep you politicians and your god. I’ll be over here with the godless trans luxury space communists. 

    Trump is what a consumer culture of paranoid people demand, a big daddy to protect and fight and hurl abuse for them, so they don’t have to, they can just go about life without confronting racism, sexism, bullying, violent abuse, poverty, war, famine. Only with that protection of the filthy state, can the merry wheels go around and around for the privileged few who can’t bare to know how they’re life style and tacit complicity in they’re representative governments dealings at home and abroad. 

    Populism convinces poor people to hate the poor and love the rich, using immigration and wedge issues like gender rights and horrors such as child sex abuse and grooming gangs to lure those totally fed up with the other political forces, into their labyrinth of hate, blame and knuckle dragging nativism. Trump is the fat boss of the new global populist right theocracy, coming to a town near you. Try to forget how they look and how they provoke with predictable nativist tropes, yet, address the lies and over amplified statistics, and cherry picked doom scroller memes they peddle. Ignore Reform and Conservative right wing populism in the UK at your peril, stay silent and eventually they’ll come for you, as the paranoid proverb goes. 

    So what is to be done? Well, I ain’t no political scientist, but the next four years of Trump, that’s if he don’t get shot or have a massive heart attack or brain bleed injury of some kind, or get cancer, or killed by a new virus, will be these same few confused ideas in a slightly different order. Trump is rudderless, with a dead God as his guide he’s walking off a cliff edge, good, yet I wish his followers the strength to question their allegiance to a divinely guided tsar, and not follow him off that cliff into the abyss of hate, narcissism, lies and theocratic dogma. 

    I wish you resilience, keen focus, strength and stamina as we continue to defend the art, reality, truth and a well thought out joke, from the liars, hacks and deluded billionaires who claim to control us, yet, in actuallity are nothing but wounded powerless grifters, sucked off into the messiah matrix of the male dominatrix. 

    Good luck with constructing your own Bluff-O-Meter, and remember to not only take your own bluff readings, but try to consider those of others too, those others who may have a better informed view. We must all learn from this, adapt, evolve, get smarter, help others, play nice.

    All Love

    –S

    If you’re of a religious belief system, please accept my apologies in advance for my criticism here. I’m very interested in mysticism as its history is more allied with science than religion. Also, I’d distinguish the absolute belief in an almighty God creator, from other kinds of religious and mystical belief systems and meta-belief systems that include entities, goddesses. Trump’s theocracy is the worst kind of Christianity, politically empowered and hard right conservative absolutism. Non Servium. 

  • L is for Lyfcap: Museyroom Round Fungloss Graves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Aboriginal sneeze, The teletoldus > Avatar very mush

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Flyer self combed and combined with a current natural self soul, in the flesh fly feeds and needs to reflect a higher chapel with wings who singx all frequinoxy waves “My ego” might not be able to flow, kayknee talk of years ago and lost paradise wounded rewound and dumfound land > [nice] but hey, Climb the Mount, spin that wheel, throw the dicebox, spin that Ching! like a Musketear i’m building bridges from Pages 308 Wake longuardness and Canto LVI [Eonochs] twitch would be Livia Live. Live and be born Ze woid is Endead. Go on a mission and Bug on out! Ze woid has bean sproutrooted and organickmickamudpuckpost chrysophrase Photographs are being posted to my neurocortex just now > start with honeycomb beesknees and Dunne cow. Bog and god and good is mud, mudapplication in Lye town, we are the mud people and the Bog was my birth place, fishing for naughts and Nulls in the Pondlife in wellingdone boots and listeing to willingpalayed flutes and reeds grow, vines, ivy, hazel, Willow, Whispers on the wind, still blowing in my childs ear, a thirsty ear for novelty. Pick up your pens and talk tapes and laptops and write till you drop, let it go > out > breath and inhale the Knu woid world and stop the war. Warme. Hark and bezerk! To HER to the wind swept boggy hills and hedgerow chocolate sunsets, dark hedgehog goblynns > black cats muskets and Muscaria trumpets, likkle miniture trumpet playing fairies hidden up my arse, and Hark! 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Witch side of triplicity Goddess WWW and a wild world women with witch wound wood waterbaby yes, with W “Eye” insectarian > wish water and whatever is called “NOW” seems sewn threaded and knotted helicked and locked keywhole hologramick nick knockqueenox hide and seek week strong semicircular solution > crescent city Whales, equals W. Look at the Word. W has the meaning “Mountain” in Chinese. W’ has the form of a ripple or WAVE pattern in nature. W doubleyou Yoshi Yoshi, slug helix longridge lungwitchway pathgraph painter > sandwhich with witch wonderful wild berries, deep purple plum jelly fly wave. [hello] grapefleshwhine Time wave weaving and woven wooly jumper jesus fruits. Four goldred leaf book-bound to happen, bound to Dover, bonded wharehouse nation > Bluebirds stenciled in white chalk canvas, “UP” letters burning off walls, Lords of Hyroglyfeetea letters wait. brewing mandrake, henbane, Egyptian blue water Lilly and John and jove the ship to Venus. She waves her wrists [goodbye] and whispers wunce more > illson illson and illson, Colynn, Pether, Rubort wyde web, witch words can you put 2 WWW that equal meaning as heavy huh. Huh. All words and language came from nature.

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

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

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

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

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

    Steven James Pratt

  • Flynagains Awake

    The following is a remixed fairytale under construction. Enjoy
    Acrillic

    Deerunk upon way over maybe aboat thirteen cups for aboat thirteen months of a Kullendar, i guess eye was stumbling cristcrossin the bayouliffeystour outside the steppin stones pub, skippin cyclikal snare circle’s beneath nine babblin brooklynn bbbrownstone marrone-castagnu colored chestnut arches of the Liffeystour viaduct. Looking skylyke at starrysporia near lye town lyk – eye woz dayzed and derrunk, kungfused together with euphoria and i sed aloft –
    “Oh wow Lady dee!
    look at the stars man
    check tha.”

    Plop. Swurlysquirl. shheeeteyez fell into tigerskin-water, wetsox snakeflow. Oh no. Suckling vortexs pulling me under, Steerbridge undercurrents got a hold ov my heart now, no escaping love currents; strong and sturrdy. i’m a wet muffin.
    “Death alive!” i thought,”i’ll be drowndeadderunken sunk silly me for sure! Swimmajikicking, Nuotare, Zwemmen, swommen, swimmin for me dear old flylyf. Armies twizzlynn; windmilling cedar branch after branch, covered in rusty salmon flesh and fuzzy dark guinness hair; beaver coffee toffee syrup fur. “Where’s my ferry man? don’t let me drown and visit the deepdead river soul’s, oh lord no, i must swim upinfinite stream then”
    Summerhow eye manage to scramble ashore from churning miss Leafystar, shocked from headcold to foottoestitoes – confronted with a knu re:historic landbrushedscape, way way way before the end of the beginning of zepwynetymepiss, or so it feels to my frozen clotted-memoryburgs.

    Cartoony bullbust above the whorizon-axis hung she – giganormous milky southern knocker of skypot. Peeping out through a kraftykut peephole in the starbra spandangled, blackbody background stage-curtain. “Oh’ laydee deedubs.” To the nord, est, ovest and sud eye gandid, nothing but bogclogga muckamuck and stale clay everywhence.

    Bogboggeybhongbhangpuckpocketpouchpucaphookabolgamuckablagbagginz. Phoukin ell, I maybe stuck in bogscape for all eternity, Oh Shyty! Skratchin me yed with azure river pucapickled flingerpickers i blurted out me gob; helluva singing and boogie lyelabyebyes. Ode to our ladies grace!
    ouch! felt lyek struckaneen or sumert took old of me gutter pouch and churned my inside tides aboat – tideturned – moonblender on a boat in my jellywhalebelly, i could feel my easter egg up-rising, it was early December in San Franstarburg, I‘m turning sickly bewildered, cramped and i’m wonderinglord what to do? and wonderinglord where blue tidalfeelings inside wood lead me if i started wearing more blue colored clothing and effects? My attention was highjacket by this very great grande full-cream knocker in the sky, in a thunderflash it had turned bluack. Blueberry sauce moonrivers bluack had bustbursted their butter blew wack bank’s and flooded her apple breasted surface with inky thick hues. Phuckin weirdmate, im tellin ya. We erd.

    Moving fast, scrambled glitch descending from herveins; alianstrange, unfamiliar, utterly boglingus tin dazzle kamikazequetzalconda. Flaming technicolor. Sun blazing against piercing eyes. Bananananda legbeak yellow bus. Babies buttock capped his slick head. Very Slowly, as it drew nearer, the u.f.o morphed burningbirdish; battle of the planets ish, balded burningbird of fire scream creaming TzolkienParker bopplyk. Loud squarkin phukoff terrordragonbatadactals. Just behind this sonosovereign of providence the ghost of ‘Jimmy Hendrix fades into being; Mahatmamishmashmavishnukali Arckestral manuvers; raga sagas upon myndstage for a split secund; Sparking up his parafinn smuthered axe. A phantom dreamy Hendrix Just beginning to scream:
    “Hot dam and hell fire, if six was nine!”

    Swooping swooshdown the dinosaur gracefully lands next to me, looks me full in the moonlightface, So close. Eye cd/ clearly read the mottogandha shaved – wurrldsteel – upon hir crestnuts. “Wee the People of the Euroknighted States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this constitution for the Euroknighted States of Amirrorkle.”

    Without using spokewords, eye communicated through dreamypalelogic many spinning cyclesaga’s of tymetrouble to the giant chickenlookin chuckchuck. Revolutionary Kullendear. Drunken turkey flyfall buzzed buzzard severnlyf brooks splashing, swimtripkick ashore, freestyle to bogpockland, severn county titles and choirs slungsongs; bewilderdead depressed lost lonely blues now, hopelessly lost, baby lion lynn, burried kittens mudpiemound dribble pillow lusty – ow phuk i’m pissed. The letter i messed up.

    “Flyni,” squarked the dinosaur. After a lungful thought moment, “I’ll fly you right out of this stinking inferno. I got wings flinn i-boypod buddy, look at these.”

    “All right! that sounds great, thanks man,” i spurted; beastrode the fliyebirdee; wondering why the firebird chose to speak english to me? and if a bird was able to learn languages somehow, which would it choose primarily, and why? Enochian? Irish Gaelic? Greek? Eyetal? Portchugeese?
    Up and up we flew in quicktime clock-blue air. High, hoog, alto, up and up zoomin quick as berries.
    “Where we eddin, sur ?” i said, as we flew over lyekingsfordbridge
    herbengarden.
    “Hold your lymee tongue, fli, mind your own dizziness, and don’t be interfering with the commercio of others now.”
    ” Gli affari sono affari” eye imagined
    “Shush flyangelo,” says the flamebird
    So i bit my murmelen and held on tight.

    Sleek and baldhead as kojack, with tagliente-blonde talons, still
    gripping an olive branch and some arrows, he flew onward alla two dwar. Those piercing oogs reminded me memory of the stunning seal of the SicklyStatisticks of Amirikle. Something seems to be askyouwiffy, this strange bird and his motto. How can a bird possibly carry my weight and the Escutcheon, and a scroll? No wonder it skritches lyke that lucy, poor buzzards – overloaded and overbirdened – overgrown and over woostershe:her now. “Oh my goodness” Together we flew on thin air, and the firebird talked and talked…and he went on and on like a broken looping phonograph record; and we flew to my greatest astonishment, all the way up to Lady daybookreader hershelf.

    “Flyni,” said the burred, “im tired after flying; get off me and sit down on the moon until i rest myself awhile. Hang onto that vadjra thunderookfinn sticking out the side of the moon over there, see it?”

    “No way man, i’d flail ‘n fall again, that would be twice and Christ, i would be smashed to smitherrunes on the hard earth below; flat as a pancake, split like humpty O’raysiris. Djed eye would be, Deada thon a snail impaled on a doornail.”

    “Not at all, Flyknee,” said he; “Catch hold of that hook and hang out a while, go on get off me now. Now”
    “i wanna go ohm for phuck’s sake, that’s all.”
    “Maybe flyni, Maybe.” bawled the bald hawk
    “Foul bloody flirebird,” i said under my breath, in a sly black kuntree-eyerash dialcentuated cypher, for fear he’d know wot i said. Eye got off his back with my heavy heart, took a hold of the sharkhookfinn, and squatted down upon the great creamy space bub, contemplating telepathic jazz flatted seventh vamps in F#.

    “Good morning to you, Flyni,” said the bird, wings fanned out, picturesque, spanish, spanning blackdrop slilver sunmu’n sparkle of spandangled outerstella regions. For a brief moment i grokked the whole seal – obverse and perversely spreadeadoggled – turning in the luce affinity between transvestcentdented stars and the familiar earthstar below. The precious metalmoony affinitea between star’s and sterlingling. Panspermia and panning for gold, spanning the galaxy for mold so i wos told
    “I am the wings of providence and karma, here’s your manifest drama for taking my offspring from their nest, you stole my eggs remember flyni, remember those egg’s?”

    “Ugly Amerikaanse eland, is this the way you serve me at last?
    Mansteen! You really are a bird of pray! Faith, Il tempo e denaro. Arrrgh. Zeeduivel. U-bent devil!

    My funny babble woz no use – sounded out of context and could have been delivered with more subtle nest – he spread out his mckarmic wings and burst out laffin, flying and laughing away he flew. I sungslang after him with my candy sweet lyelabye’s and bellard’s, chillin on one leg that he would return sun. Dolore…sorrow flippinfly awayz with him. Go on blues be gone. I don’t want you no more.

    Stuck inside another pickle jar with Dutch pekelen i cryed and zang zouten tears for fears of grief, “why me? why fli?” i blurted. All at once a leak sprung in the middle of the moon, out the leak came oozing liquid mirrorstuff, swirling misteariousflee swurly half cream. Gooing morph started forming pickledographs in front of me oogs; forming the dude in the moony, eye knu im by his long lookin gray chin, and his cheesy cracked dry smile.

    “Good next week to you, Flyni. Wot’s up with yourself?”
    “Not much,” i harped, rather calmly.
    “What in the world brought you out here to the moon Flyni?”
    So, i reeled out my tongue twisted tale; i wuss a tinkle pissed dronken on maybe tirteen grails of sealsons and suns finest brew; slipped and fell into the river Liffeystour; swam for me lyf and then became stranded on a re:historick islandbrushscape. I continued to wind and weave my multistory with extra luminous details and spiritual outsights aboat the sung i singh and the rockthrone, which i had perched upon to think, and how i lost my way in the phooken boggaclog, and also i added how the slybird of prayer promissed to fly me out of it, but instead highjacked-me-up to the big boob, while telling me all about the firebird suite and how his Eagle brother was in the milliterry, and how they were planning to highjacket the moon very soon.

    “Flyni, you must not stay here.” said the loony critter
    “Eye don’t wanna be here man! did you hear what i just said? i was
    kidnapped and brought here against my will by this crazy bird! yo, how am i gunner get back ohm tu buggeridge man? I know i must leave, but tell me moondude – how shall i go?
    “That’s your bizzinesst, bee off in less than no tyme!” snapped the grumpy cheeseball. “Flyem doin no arm ere sur, only holding on fo my dear lyf by this vajrafinn ooky, i don’t wanna fall to morto and be splatted tommatoe”
    “That’s what you must not do, flyni.”
    “im not let tin go mi hold you phoukin moonatrick. I’ll be djedead wunt eye.”
    Without a word he pulls out a massive crooked Qcumber from hiss crack house and gives two bhang’s on the sharkfinn huck which wuz oldin me up, and wallop! – it split’s in twice.
    “Good morning to you Flyni,” the spiteful old moonguy sez, as he watches me fall, rolling, tumbling, zwerverin clappers with half a vadjra tight in my grasp, falling Luce. Again. Moksha.
    “Ghod alp me” i mumbled, on my decent to the unknown, again. Must i flie to stay awake?

    And no sooner had these wurds left my lips unto the air that whizzum – what should fly by my earwig but a fluck of whirled geese, all the way from me ohm town boggeridge, how else could they have know me? The old gander who was their general turned his noggin and cried out to me;
    “Is that you flyni?”
    “The samesame,” said eye, not a bit fluxed at what he said for flyni was, by this time, experienced with bewilderment, phase, verbijstering, trickery, drunkenness, hallucination and surprise. Besides, i knew him from back in the daze before tyme. It felt like we were brothers for a moment, bonded by birth placenter.
    “Falling falling fallen you are, Flyni,” says he
    “An understate-ment your honor!”
    “And where on earth are you going so fast?” said the commander gander, since i just noticed his stripes, so i unfolded to him flibagins snake charm; too much woest worden honingsap, the fall, the swim to isola re:historica, stuck in the stinking muckapucka, and the flagming struisvogel thief who flew me up to the moonmiller while rappin ronin strange axis stories of his vortex brother in the barmyarmy who planned to take over the under udder with a fabulose race of ‘Princess Annuki Chicken Hawk Eagllette’s, and how the spiteful old moldy dudemoon man, who should have been a woman called Dianna, snapped the kalkamandollardajra with his crooked Qcumber which was keeping me up and sent me tumbledumpty down bouwvallig; sovereign sungold coin flung dropped wishingwell.
    “Flyni,” said he, “I’ll save your sorry ass, grab onto my legs and i’ll stop you falling any further.”
    “Sweet, dolce is your hand in a pitcher of honigsap, my gioiello,” says i, and grabbed the gander by the leg and we flew off fast as gofast with the rest of a six pack or dozen wildeyed muther flockers.

    We flew and flied and volair and flown and vliger and flew, till we came right over the wyde oceaan blu. Where the phook am i going now i thought, where to? The Ocean of potion, the knu whirred Wu?
    “Fly to terra, fli to land, if you please. Sir!”
    “it’s impossible flyni, because you see we are flocking to Slyberrya. We all like to koryack around june 21st each year.”
    “Cyberia! that’s phunkin month’s away, in some foreign part of the world, it’s gonna tek us yonkers mon, i just wanna go Ohm, please take me ohm.”
    “Hold your flipping tongue,”
    Once more pleading for my dear lyf i pray for Amirrorkle and sure as war an oil tanker sailed into sight below us, carrying stolen loot from the miggle est back to Amirickle i guess.
    “Can you just drop me off here on the oil tanker Gandhi mate?” i asked.
    “if you must, you must, i think you have mist it though. There you go…take your own way – and don’t call me gandhi again flyni, all right,”

    With that he opened his claw, dropping me down to the blackpirate tinkertanker below. Sure as day i missed the boat and came down sploshington into illicHcilli oceanpond, sinking down through the churning asparagus broth schimen, down, deep downgreen emerald, falling lucifer mossrocks, eye gave up on myself then forever, when, out of the ruddy hulk warters a porpoise came swamming right close up to me, right up close enough to kiss me, and i think i might while she’s skratchin her blow hole, and stretching her finns out after a good nights sleep i bet, yeah, she looked me full in the face with some Hunab ku transcendent oogles and never a word of English she did say – thank goodness – but, lifting up her tail, she splashed me all over again with cold salt water, the wet stuff, not the words here; until there wore a dry stitch upon my boggysoggy carcass. I remembered the firebird and how he reached my mind without words with them pickledgraffs, and i was beginning to receive signals from the dolphin about spacetimespace and outermindbrainplace things and holographic thoughtfacetime stuff, then i heard a distinctive angel’s voice, slightly pissed in the murky distance; a voice and tone i mecognized.

    “Wake up stephan you lazy phuka!”
    There she was – a man eater – splashing agua all over me hop-stinking carcuss, my beautiful wyf had metamorphosed from a mermaid into a raging bullhound alarm clock. I was ringing wet.
    “Get up, stand up!”
    “Why do you lye under them ould walls of boggarigapooka huh? it’s such a mucky stinking baga wind. Honeysap maybe the death of you Stephan…one of these daze you’ll stay drunken sleepin and never wake agen! Never in a month of sun days will you learn your lesson from them moonshine bird brewers.

    Spun from an Irish fairy tale about Daniel O’ Rourke, collected in County Cork by Thomas Crofton Croker (1870)

    Re:mixed by Fly Agaric23/Acrillic

    Copyleft 21:12:2012 Fly Agaric 23

    Steven James Pratt