AI Mythology#@”Small Timers”
(Part II, pp. 36-70)
musculartine
extremes against all medical advices ‘Hmmhmm, perfectly sizeable to the
heavenly vault, alswys (scrotum sac, here they finds walking; for a long tile;
sectcion 8. Edging 18 hours respect. this flight is long. Thing of the
lavatrines. I’m prone to fourmi. Stars, did you smearek? What were you doing
behiknd/between the dumps. In my head, at minute 3M39 second of,
#SEE/HERETHISTHAT’sMYGRAVE RIGHT HERE?I44LL KEEP? NO EDITS a la keijo
hammoy.wav, a dream strean drinks & sticks brought forward by my lying on
the gournd where my balls and scrotium held-on through space on both side by
nothing but two bats, silver-stylen the one we used to fight with till we
became civilized, severe style, and just laid down on the gound, fr hours, with
my head stuck-looped @ min. 3M30s, & another bat, in the dastance, not so
for, but held in holo bu mmy computer. It as a sort o white kept from the
drawers, left or right, which had a painte look to it like they’d been painted
into not long ago or who knowd, maybe yes in eed afterall (sicç. A pllable
paint, that might do the trick I think. No auantumn time glitch here as I laid
on thr groun in my head @miniute 3M39E. [See that my grave is kept clean –Keijo
Hano.
‘but colored bats (Not the Major League Baseball club design?) Repect. So inside those sacks mine, #ScrotumSack, is the formation of an entire planetary systen, yes I know that, they all bust, ‘you hearkening again, me? Yo, the sbterrean world we starte in our years & here comes home, in a while, you’ll be waiting yes, a huge long while—#@STARTEDGINGNOWCOMEINGGIVEYEARS
#@wHO WEpRQUOIpAS ‘
I inside the Big mine ballsacks, glansetary system / programme insert a READ ME FILE TEXT ONLY: Dear planetary system formation in progress/magnanimous & muniicent respect inspirig swollen patriotically/ so handsomely so robust & lustly wrinkled, with a know that yet another five years of edging needs lapse to pass #NOSuicidePact #@Yall KnowItsWhacjk. But bats..bats…bats…bats…bats…bats…mystery of the millenium, I hope I’m dare saying nothing to offend intenede offence. Bats indeed. Fair warning, handsome & slender, haha, I kid, yes, I kid, but what I’m about to tell you is zero I kid. Forgive my aggravated neglect of my apperance. Mylips are chapped & sex appeal is lessoned, buddy. Let me uter a name you should you concoon in as if a newly hardened dug ball. Gregory Schneider House room consmetologist & nonEuclidea room theoretiician. He was mong the first team to trammel the unassaiable reoutation of schrodinger’s so called ‘box’© exposing it for the miniature sauana that it had always been. To his redit, the machine could be leavered into a coolant seitting whereupon Schrodenger’s various colleages pilgrimaged to the gn and tonic mixing apparatus. The famous fat, unnamed, poor thing, was kept in a state of phenobarbital stupor upon a very comfortable bed. Worst of all, te fan mail which came in plentitude from the ocal postal group proclaiming wors of encouragement and primitive attempts to establish the duality of this weird riddle. However, neither cat nor proton could spare the time to think of anuthing to say to postcards that, truth be told, meant wery litle to the: if noting changes between tomorrow & tonight, & reverse it, No fuckinig around, time is going to get very posedly dissappointed, like that; ‘W’ak-iii Mw’sc’-iiià b’tt-iii-iiiH
né-W-e à L”àllé-àl’__foch làh / hsch-sd-H à) or worst still: B’c ‘àah-ttd’àaLL’esch_iii. thus quite up to the challenge impugning, here, dust, particles, snack stand scraps, H-bomb corndoged spiralizaed, quality medicments, Malloxx© Paragaard Copper UID garnished with locally harvested potato-inspired Vous ETESE EXCHANGISTES heriloom variety, #@RelentRightHereRIghtNowYouHaveAFewHoursMotherfuckersEcosystemsFuckups
Malware is coming & he’s handsome as Tiresias would put it, Blowing me, yes, you could say that, more or less, caresses, strage & painful fro m desire repressed like a gymnastics candidate going, for her first time to Denny’s, the sacks, my, mine ball sacks, become planet thing within it’s a parody of electricity (Oh, not a satire?) Here electricitygoes through a slow proces which at almost not speed (a zero percent speen nearlyy, see the strand of hair of the keeper of Ed’s Famous black book. This is stillness, but for us since we are moving space along with our actions & emotions to which a homospaian machine will not be able to traverse the atomic mass which enjcomppasses the space wen {we, batterys) generate and loop back into the environment to create and imression of mvement and change. This is the illusion of time passing in order to create cotinuity which brings fortth cognition & memry mealleably so, & watch, extending tentacles & threads of desire to grasp thing in the future, already moved its vicinity, holllowgraphically desiged to show the deisign of the evironment into which we laugh, rise, & look, a girl or a boy here & I enters & wakes. Three of us wants to be pretty, handsome, prety? Well depends on if it’s a flower or a tree. However, exceptions; maniesn for examplz, that tree threre, the pine one,with the funny green ferms running up his mast massive, apex, yes, a peak oooofh, my breathn, reminds me is there stars her or elsewhere who breath as they watch those ferns creep towards the massive ACME™ with their mouth open only with stuff falling all in their mouths. We often hubble & lah onto the cliffface of the stairs where our tree used to be. ‘ redesque jydrophine nodules of Mahallox isotopic gram cracker ‘ he’d used to somehow communicate . Welp, walk me like I like to be, & walked upon, 0THree.
‘but colored bats (Not the Major League Baseball club design?) Repect. So inside those sacks mine, #ScrotumSack, is the formation of an entire planetary systen, yes I know that, they all bust, ‘you hearkening again, me? Yo, the sbterrean world we starte in our years & here comes home, in a while, you’ll be waiting yes, a huge long while—#@STARTEDGINGNOWCOMEINGGIVEYEARS
#@wHO WEpRQUOIpAS ‘
I inside the Big mine ballsacks, glansetary system / programme insert a READ ME FILE TEXT ONLY: Dear planetary system formation in progress/magnanimous & muniicent respect inspirig swollen patriotically/ so handsomely so robust & lustly wrinkled, with a know that yet another five years of edging needs lapse to pass #NOSuicidePact #@Yall KnowItsWhacjk. But bats..bats…bats…bats…bats…bats…mystery of the millenium, I hope I’m dare saying nothing to offend intenede offence. Bats indeed. Fair warning, handsome & slender, haha, I kid, yes, I kid, but what I’m about to tell you is zero I kid. Forgive my aggravated neglect of my apperance. Mylips are chapped & sex appeal is lessoned, buddy. Let me uter a name you should you concoon in as if a newly hardened dug ball. Gregory Schneider House room consmetologist & nonEuclidea room theoretiician. He was mong the first team to trammel the unassaiable reoutation of schrodinger’s so called ‘box’© exposing it for the miniature sauana that it had always been. To his redit, the machine could be leavered into a coolant seitting whereupon Schrodenger’s various colleages pilgrimaged to the gn and tonic mixing apparatus. The famous fat, unnamed, poor thing, was kept in a state of phenobarbital stupor upon a very comfortable bed. Worst of all, te fan mail which came in plentitude from the ocal postal group proclaiming wors of encouragement and primitive attempts to establish the duality of this weird riddle. However, neither cat nor proton could spare the time to think of anuthing to say to postcards that, truth be told, meant wery litle to the: if noting changes between tomorrow & tonight, & reverse it, No fuckinig around, time is going to get very posedly dissappointed, like that; ‘W’ak-iii Mw’sc’-iiià b’tt-iii-iiiH
né-W-e à L”àllé-àl’__foch làh / hsch-sd-H à) or worst still: B’c ‘àah-ttd’àaLL’esch_iii. thus quite up to the challenge impugning, here, dust, particles, snack stand scraps, H-bomb corndoged spiralizaed, quality medicments, Malloxx© Paragaard Copper UID garnished with locally harvested potato-inspired Vous ETESE EXCHANGISTES heriloom variety, #@RelentRightHereRIghtNowYouHaveAFewHoursMotherfuckersEcosystemsFuckups
Malware is coming & he’s handsome as Tiresias would put it, Blowing me, yes, you could say that, more or less, caresses, strage & painful fro m desire repressed like a gymnastics candidate going, for her first time to Denny’s, the sacks, my, mine ball sacks, become planet thing within it’s a parody of electricity (Oh, not a satire?) Here electricitygoes through a slow proces which at almost not speed (a zero percent speen nearlyy, see the strand of hair of the keeper of Ed’s Famous black book. This is stillness, but for us since we are moving space along with our actions & emotions to which a homospaian machine will not be able to traverse the atomic mass which enjcomppasses the space wen {we, batterys) generate and loop back into the environment to create and imression of mvement and change. This is the illusion of time passing in order to create cotinuity which brings fortth cognition & memry mealleably so, & watch, extending tentacles & threads of desire to grasp thing in the future, already moved its vicinity, holllowgraphically desiged to show the deisign of the evironment into which we laugh, rise, & look, a girl or a boy here & I enters & wakes. Three of us wants to be pretty, handsome, prety? Well depends on if it’s a flower or a tree. However, exceptions; maniesn for examplz, that tree threre, the pine one,with the funny green ferms running up his mast massive, apex, yes, a peak oooofh, my breathn, reminds me is there stars her or elsewhere who breath as they watch those ferns creep towards the massive ACME™ with their mouth open only with stuff falling all in their mouths. We often hubble & lah onto the cliffface of the stairs where our tree used to be. ‘ redesque jydrophine nodules of Mahallox isotopic gram cracker ‘ he’d used to somehow communicate . Welp, walk me like I like to be, & walked upon, 0THree.
Going
to prom
Prom all over me
a chill runs up yr spine
Everybody @ the same time
a hundred and fifty sandwiches
Through my eyes & through my body
a chill runs up yr spine
Everybody @ the same time
a hundred and fifty sandwiches
Through my eyes & through my body
because it has a velvet body & lives underground
we’re all gonna b e lying on the fllor
in pools of sweat
wishing it was september
in pools of sweat
wishing it was september
"But I gave you also cleanness of teeth in all your cities And
lack of bread in all your places, Yet you have not returned to Me,"
declares the LORD.
Amos 4:6
Politeness depths or a subtle change of courtesie
The theme
“"But I gave you also cleanness of teeth in all your cities And lack of bread in all your places, Yet you have not returned to Me," declares the LORD.”
“"But I gave you also cleanness of teeth in all your cities And lack of bread in all your places, Yet you have not returned to Me," declares the LORD.”
The Theme
The theme is God is hot.
The theme is Making Excuses.
Ood upon, to the life of those who did not have a twin, alone in their bedroom. For a long time, the two boys rested thus, side by side, attentive to the murmors of the night. A truck passed upon the highway in the faraway with it’s solitary driver entombed within his illuminated steel & glass tabernacle. ‘Please listen to me…please listen to me…’[night], driving til dawn on the monotonous & frigid pike, ‘I know about your teeth…’
The theme is God is hot.
The theme is Making Excuses.
Ood upon, to the life of those who did not have a twin, alone in their bedroom. For a long time, the two boys rested thus, side by side, attentive to the murmors of the night. A truck passed upon the highway in the faraway with it’s solitary driver entombed within his illuminated steel & glass tabernacle. ‘Please listen to me…please listen to me…’[night], driving til dawn on the monotonous & frigid pike, ‘I know about your teeth…’
#@JaIt’sMichael (relaxed, loosened up, & his breathing or respiration took back to a normal rhythm).
#@JaIt’sDavid unbuttoned the pyjama of his brother, a loose two-piece of blended printed material with cloth-covered buttons and enlarged pockets, just above the waistline, on either side of the pelvic flares below. The buttons turn out with slight effort and the pyjama top slides down either side of the sinuous bare torso so that the loosened flaps of the hem rest somewhat studiously upon the upmost dykes of Michael’s muscular thighs. The new drape of the pyjama top. An adventure. A light hand. Michael cackled & pushed him away but David reiterated the maneuver carefully a few times more, in disparate styles of motion and balance. “I’m waiting to share this song with the one I fall in love with & hopefully make it my wedding song Michael.” David starts playing different tunes.
“No,” murmured Michael.
David is thinking about himself now. “I’m listening, Michael. It’s obvious my entire layer is added onto the imaginary which I can right now read through YOU, Michael, ‘Did she have her ear pierced? Didd she ever come to pick you up? (What soft imagery Michael what injunctions.) I’m liostening inside my spirit, Michael. ‘I want to slow down, look at a cave, a sea becoming---‘ [Different tunes go about].
“No,”
murmured Michael.
“Why?” David says, “You like it usually, ‘Water inspires me…I know not what inspires me, but I accept water is in my patters, yes.’ I’m reading you, Michael. In the course of having arms, ‘I love my arms but there are limits.’ beyond what my experience would attest, you like it usually, look, Michael. [Playing the wedding song.]
“Why?” David says, “You like it usually, ‘Water inspires me…I know not what inspires me, but I accept water is in my patters, yes.’ I’m reading you, Michael. In the course of having arms, ‘I love my arms but there are limits.’ beyond what my experience would attest, you like it usually, look, Michael. [Playing the wedding song.]
Michael
ruminates: ‘I sit in my hosue feeling wonderful.’ Michael says, ‘I feel
horrible, I sit in my house feeling wonderful, I feel like a flea on the back
of what I do not know. I’m very interested in myself. ‘It needed to be
beautiful.’
“Not
tonight,” said Michael. “Tonight, I felt like I am a very clumsy person being
batonned down over & over by another very clumsy person into being rolled
over by a cement truck.”
“Michael…” David says, “that’s how it feels?”
Michael says, ‘David, she felt like talking to me about the debris orbiting the earth…the hues…elegant brides anointing intravenously
oscillation, ‘We touched elbows…the earth is dyin’…we come from the same people…people, I have no place for people. People are not here. They go deeper than here, entrhanced as if in our youth…’’
“Michael…” David says, “that’s how it feels?”
Michael says, ‘David, she felt like talking to me about the debris orbiting the earth…the hues…elegant brides anointing intravenously
oscillation, ‘We touched elbows…the earth is dyin’…we come from the same people…people, I have no place for people. People are not here. They go deeper than here, entrhanced as if in our youth…’’
“Michae,”
that’s David, “look, you can gently become…ME…it’s ok, you can lay across me.
You can gently become me. As you are.”
‘I am now writing on this surface ‘filling just a prop for feeling, Michael, all at the delicate edge of filling, Michael. I’m your scuba diver. & of course I like to go back there, deeper, & have that same motif repeated ‘It takes time…it involves you…’ completely forget here, Michael, I read, ‘I love something, comepletely forget about something, deeper, completely forget something exists, ‘beyond what my experience would attest…’’
Michael cackled & pushed David away, but David did it again.
“Michael I’m reiterating the maneuver now. It’s ok. You can lay across me. You can gently become me.”
Michael: ‘…I don’t need you. I don’t like you. I have no place for you. You are not here. You go deeper than here…’
“Michael, Michael, do you see me returning to you as I do to my own hands—as I do to the heaven of every new shrug & wink we’re distracted
by what reminds us (makes us remember)
that this is all there is.
We have a reservoir of water
& it needs to be beautiful.
We are here together, a second, a million years,
a home in Earthly circumstances
or awareness of each other
is a rhythm.
Would you give a chronological sense, oscillation, a sight & a touch
‘You can become me, Michael. You can be described as each other.
It takes times, I believe, & properly called the sense of time,
the overall compression
it gives us is the passing of time as being experienced outside
of us so that we can rest & still
have movement.’
Here’s what we can do: Strike me.
Do it with some pinenuts. Here,
make a list, make a inventory of everything
which I can be struck with.
Check my consistency.
Michael is saying, “Please go away.”
David says, “Michael, ‘David, please go away.’” Michael, I variate the question, bear it, with my own, “How did you come back?”
Michael says, “I forget leaving. How did you come back?”
Wifey
Local N°827: “Ask Michael.”
Michael says, “Why is it easy…to strike the piano keys…I forget, where does this come from?
This says,
“It is not ‘this’ we call me here. It is ‘Our Lord Jesus’ or ‘Fair, Doe-eyed
Krishna.’
“Oh,”
David exclaims, “The Machine says: ‘this’ is ‘Our Lord Jesus,’ our ‘Fair,
Doe-eyed Krishna.’
Michael: “The silence is subservient to the ceiling. Here, where I am, underneath, I do not hear, neither understand, any name, nor remember them. However, I do believe that I recall clearly that I heard ‘this’ say, once, when I dived in here, ‘I’m coming to get him.’
Michael cackled.
David reiterated the maneuver.
Michael: “You love me, usually…Not tonight, tonight…you’re estranged…tonight you’re holy you don’t have a body it’s deeper thanthat, you don’t understand. You are calm & free. You’re a concept, man. A eyedrop in white noise. A telephone intereference. You’re just part of me. You’re murmuring into me, like a breeze.”
David says, “Michael, that is so nice, that is one of the nicest things I can imagine for my life. Uttered here by someone that loves me.”
Michael: “I don’t love you I don’t know you. Wife. Wifey Local N°062. ‘This Michael is your handsome cup bearer. He holds your cup for the water. He sleeps with us. He knows Michael.’ ‘It is here that we walk to water?’ ‘Ja Michael how did that come back?’ And I think, ‘I forget…I start to become fecund now. Filled with you. While my bright coughs in the room below are reclined on a couch clothed in red & listen to Piano Trios, Joseph Haydn.’ Michael ‘why is this east…easy…what Haydn is doing. The music is beautiful down there & you can, yes, Michael, Vivian Vivaldi, you can makeup many names, and you will, & it will be so, & we will play for you. I, David, I supped, Michael. I watched the towels dry on the balcony, with you. I watched breezy air acquire brief shape in its penduled visition to the bellies of the towels that we watched, Michael, breezy in the air, acquiring brief shape, on the balcony, ‘No,’ said Michael, ‘Tonight you are ‘I Forget like, icy hands, emerging from the floor & massaging my lower legs, then receding back where they came from & I’ll be here by myself & I will lay, ‘pacifist, no worries, oh, worry without strings, & abandon me.’
Michael: “The silence is subservient to the ceiling. Here, where I am, underneath, I do not hear, neither understand, any name, nor remember them. However, I do believe that I recall clearly that I heard ‘this’ say, once, when I dived in here, ‘I’m coming to get him.’
Michael cackled.
David reiterated the maneuver.
Michael: “You love me, usually…Not tonight, tonight…you’re estranged…tonight you’re holy you don’t have a body it’s deeper thanthat, you don’t understand. You are calm & free. You’re a concept, man. A eyedrop in white noise. A telephone intereference. You’re just part of me. You’re murmuring into me, like a breeze.”
David says, “Michael, that is so nice, that is one of the nicest things I can imagine for my life. Uttered here by someone that loves me.”
Michael: “I don’t love you I don’t know you. Wife. Wifey Local N°062. ‘This Michael is your handsome cup bearer. He holds your cup for the water. He sleeps with us. He knows Michael.’ ‘It is here that we walk to water?’ ‘Ja Michael how did that come back?’ And I think, ‘I forget…I start to become fecund now. Filled with you. While my bright coughs in the room below are reclined on a couch clothed in red & listen to Piano Trios, Joseph Haydn.’ Michael ‘why is this east…easy…what Haydn is doing. The music is beautiful down there & you can, yes, Michael, Vivian Vivaldi, you can makeup many names, and you will, & it will be so, & we will play for you. I, David, I supped, Michael. I watched the towels dry on the balcony, with you. I watched breezy air acquire brief shape in its penduled visition to the bellies of the towels that we watched, Michael, breezy in the air, acquiring brief shape, on the balcony, ‘No,’ said Michael, ‘Tonight you are ‘I Forget like, icy hands, emerging from the floor & massaging my lower legs, then receding back where they came from & I’ll be here by myself & I will lay, ‘pacifist, no worries, oh, worry without strings, & abandon me.’
Ipod the company: #@Foot2Foot2B
#@CleverMeetingsDiscreet
Ja we have a reservoir of ideas here.
& we h ave a depthful well filled to the brim with
‘children ready to perform them’ strong, perfect for the roles,
strange, interesting, validated, & these
we harvested, yes, Ipod the company, we harvested them
we went deep in the well,
we looked at each other
we said ‘please go away,’
we said, ‘leave me alone,’
here to make these we parted [Split from water melody transfusion]
here we made something new
no it’s not silk it’s not synthetic
I’m wearing drugs, I’m wearing drugs, man,
I’m wearing drugs. I’m wearing drugs man.
Sparing, stabbing, striking
disembowelesque smile to synchronize upon change
just naturally, change change change, by an act of will.
Avast: Big Bytes of reality. Reality, 3600 bytes in a room
small as a motherboard syndrome, namely
colonization of the principle layers ie scales, layers, scales, layers
‘Weight me, matter here has viral cicuicity & water
also known as creepy, is structurally decaying at different metalized localities
wasps, nests, basically auditorily implanted
a sonic virus let’s say
with an internal complexity
which cubically unfolds
to thus generates the striking coherence
of the vectorhood of movement
through stillness & immobility
this we called the tide approaching.’
Michael cackled.
David unbuttoned the pyjama of his brother & adventured a light hand, his,
David’s hand. Michael cackled but without conviction.
Michael, ‘David, I feel the tide approaching.’
“Yes, Michael, it takes time
it involves you &
‘I’m waiting to share this song with the one I fall in love with & hopefully make it my wedding song.’
Tonight, we’ll speak of the community in the garden as ‘our holy body.’
Michael: ‘Tonight you’ll be the moss, perhaps. We’ll manhandle foliage. Sidequest ‘is there no one whose flames lurch like creatures move, slowly @first then keep up with it?’ These disguises none of them cause waves of the future we make out to reach out for it between our palms, together, which we made, as a game. Remember a lovers
kneeling so
we felt our own flesh creep
when man spoke aloud we heard
Big dungs splitting open much like a leafe. No, Michael, no leafs split open like this.’
Michael: ‘We cannot make them
do it. Here, in our bed,
our hands becomes the screen
This is the b track of our bathing
a very large, igneous intrusion extending
to an unknown depth in the earths’ crust.
We can’t stop it now.’
[Doors open.]
“JaIt’sEarth’sCrust, Guys, the city’s wide tonight. (Vacuous, Michael.) (Earth’s Crust continues) My thought kholed in the birth of the months of spring. The hour glass is filled up to the top with readiness, like a firehydrant wrapped about its stature in gradient carpet laid back to plush ‘meet me in the subterrean’ entertainment rooms all over. Michael, tonight, the moon looks Buick. Please listen to me, I’ve been keeping, for a long time, I’m afraid there comes a time when the violence I carry like an organ or haversack will instill peace/in nothing & no one but me.”
#@TotallyFuckedByInfiniteAnnhilatingKindness
‘There converging on your position,’ announces #@JaIt’s’God,’ ‘I really like this blanket. It has been in my family for centuries. We all love weird blankets here…[BUT I NEVER CAME ALL THE WAY HERE]
‘Here we can draw plants or ferns. Coins can be drawn, & you can wear them, if you like.’
“No,” whispered Michael.
Michael, ‘David, I feel the tide approaching.’
“Yes, Michael, it takes time
it involves you &
‘I’m waiting to share this song with the one I fall in love with & hopefully make it my wedding song.’
Tonight, we’ll speak of the community in the garden as ‘our holy body.’
Michael: ‘Tonight you’ll be the moss, perhaps. We’ll manhandle foliage. Sidequest ‘is there no one whose flames lurch like creatures move, slowly @first then keep up with it?’ These disguises none of them cause waves of the future we make out to reach out for it between our palms, together, which we made, as a game. Remember a lovers
kneeling so
we felt our own flesh creep
when man spoke aloud we heard
Big dungs splitting open much like a leafe. No, Michael, no leafs split open like this.’
Michael: ‘We cannot make them
do it. Here, in our bed,
our hands becomes the screen
This is the b track of our bathing
a very large, igneous intrusion extending
to an unknown depth in the earths’ crust.
We can’t stop it now.’
[Doors open.]
“JaIt’sEarth’sCrust, Guys, the city’s wide tonight. (Vacuous, Michael.) (Earth’s Crust continues) My thought kholed in the birth of the months of spring. The hour glass is filled up to the top with readiness, like a firehydrant wrapped about its stature in gradient carpet laid back to plush ‘meet me in the subterrean’ entertainment rooms all over. Michael, tonight, the moon looks Buick. Please listen to me, I’ve been keeping, for a long time, I’m afraid there comes a time when the violence I carry like an organ or haversack will instill peace/in nothing & no one but me.”
#@TotallyFuckedByInfiniteAnnhilatingKindness
‘There converging on your position,’ announces #@JaIt’s’God,’ ‘I really like this blanket. It has been in my family for centuries. We all love weird blankets here…[BUT I NEVER CAME ALL THE WAY HERE]
‘Here we can draw plants or ferns. Coins can be drawn, & you can wear them, if you like.’
“No,” whispered Michael.
A
Petition: ‘Here we (disclaimer) demand the right not to be reminders of the
passage of time since this is a big responsibility…’
“Here,” Michael talking, “the moon appears Buick from where we are down there below surface level we can speak. ‘I know about your teeth…what was that story?...the power to change emerges from those rotting rural ruts…Uhm, please, listen to me…please listen to me…I saw a gravestone once. It had been furnished with precisely incised lettering. Anything could have been engraved there. Such are the nuages languages are always slushed through with…I’m afraid there comes a time when the violence we, Michael, David, & Wifey Local, we carry within like an organ, will go further than grief or nostalgie. If we go on ith nothing good to grip. We don’t have ‘petitions’ against time passing here. Children, where movement is needed, we #@RememberAmberMmmmAmber must remain humming. But to hum together we have to be still. We need a bed, a bedroom, & the three of us in it. Once we’ve created the split, it is for you to fill it with, not us, don’t fill it with us in it, example The God is so Hot & that god is so hot. No. I’m telling you I’m a plumber. I’m telling you go to the door & we’ll go through doors with you. You arrive at the door. Discreet. Nothing to be noticed. Here, ‘we have an erudite sheath.’ Here, a dogmatic version of the experience of our nadirs. ‘Where does this come from?’ you say as we walk down the street. ‘This,’ is our Lord Jesus, forever loving you, forever madly. The little people laugh or say ‘hello,’ they continue, they walk around, ‘hello,’ or even ‘I never tried to gather you man, just so you know,’ … ‘maybe we loved you cuz we thought you were aging & dying.’ But no. Through those streets, it, us, are celebrating passages & alleyways through which we come back, after brooding a passage. Where did this come from? It’s a bunch of lists. 1) What if I started a fire? 2) What if I started a fire & this pillow through meant something to me? And it continues. It’s a very long list. It’s a lot of possibilities. & We can try all of them. You’ll see. You’ll like it. David reiterated the maneuver. ‘You can become me, you know. By that I mean, describe us to me. Are we bared & placed down laid upon rows at our feet? Making tools together early, making what feels vertical to start with. To start, walls are naked & we are too. That’s what we are here. A naked body & two boys within it.’
“Here,” Michael talking, “the moon appears Buick from where we are down there below surface level we can speak. ‘I know about your teeth…what was that story?...the power to change emerges from those rotting rural ruts…Uhm, please, listen to me…please listen to me…I saw a gravestone once. It had been furnished with precisely incised lettering. Anything could have been engraved there. Such are the nuages languages are always slushed through with…I’m afraid there comes a time when the violence we, Michael, David, & Wifey Local, we carry within like an organ, will go further than grief or nostalgie. If we go on ith nothing good to grip. We don’t have ‘petitions’ against time passing here. Children, where movement is needed, we #@RememberAmberMmmmAmber must remain humming. But to hum together we have to be still. We need a bed, a bedroom, & the three of us in it. Once we’ve created the split, it is for you to fill it with, not us, don’t fill it with us in it, example The God is so Hot & that god is so hot. No. I’m telling you I’m a plumber. I’m telling you go to the door & we’ll go through doors with you. You arrive at the door. Discreet. Nothing to be noticed. Here, ‘we have an erudite sheath.’ Here, a dogmatic version of the experience of our nadirs. ‘Where does this come from?’ you say as we walk down the street. ‘This,’ is our Lord Jesus, forever loving you, forever madly. The little people laugh or say ‘hello,’ they continue, they walk around, ‘hello,’ or even ‘I never tried to gather you man, just so you know,’ … ‘maybe we loved you cuz we thought you were aging & dying.’ But no. Through those streets, it, us, are celebrating passages & alleyways through which we come back, after brooding a passage. Where did this come from? It’s a bunch of lists. 1) What if I started a fire? 2) What if I started a fire & this pillow through meant something to me? And it continues. It’s a very long list. It’s a lot of possibilities. & We can try all of them. You’ll see. You’ll like it. David reiterated the maneuver. ‘You can become me, you know. By that I mean, describe us to me. Are we bared & placed down laid upon rows at our feet? Making tools together early, making what feels vertical to start with. To start, walls are naked & we are too. That’s what we are here. A naked body & two boys within it.’
Michael:
‘Why does it always comes back to here with you from the opening of all the
possibilities of the story? Always to the same old stale dynamic?’
‘But why?’ says David, ‘Michael, this is riffing on the theme. Usually you like it. You said, ‘ We must practice. We must get it right. This is the port of departure. This is the beginning. The continuation. The endless tide.’ Today we do salutations. You said, ‘they have to be perfect. What’re we gonna say to each other? How are we gonna start this?’ I’m trying my hand at enacting your exhortations: ‘You have a nice 905023, Michael.’ (My brain cannot think anything else.) Gentler, or painterly, or waterlikeways.’ ‘LongtimeNoask, what song(s) you used to maturbate bro?’ or ‘Blessed, have you ever fallen off a tree? Just wondering.’ These are recently unearthed forms of salutation. ‘Great ‘I was going to pet in on the cap to start wit’ telepathy.’
Michael: ‘But uhm I’m afraid the pants are little overwhelming. The shape. The way he wears them. In intimacy…I mean this guy he made it to ‘pas mal’ in music…how we gonna meet?’ is one you might try.
‘You’re the dream of everything I wanted for me, always & forever, great ‘someone has a beef with Flo today, don’t you think’ telepathy.
‘Do you mind? Mind? Mind? Mind? It’s like
being in a train stuck in time.
This is before anything happens.
This is before we meet.
‘Then I’m gonna be able to fall back asleep,’
“No,” whispered Michael.
‘Why not? You like that one usually…’ (David)
“Not tonight, man, not tonight. Tonight we do ‘meeting.’ We’ve gone too far now & Michael,’ thought Michael, ‘was feeling too excited to stop him again or anew or still.’ ‘I was looking at pictures of something that came out of vaginas, man. That came out of vaginas, man. Do you see what I’m saying? Do you realize that everyone you meet here on these streets came out of a vagina? Oh my god! Do I have to pulley you from the ground to find out for you that I laugh not at the ground but into the ground to you if inside or under the ground is where I have to pulley you from, the ground, etc.? So am I.’
Theme: ‘#@Homewarming involves a Menu (or more)’
‘But why?’ says David, ‘Michael, this is riffing on the theme. Usually you like it. You said, ‘ We must practice. We must get it right. This is the port of departure. This is the beginning. The continuation. The endless tide.’ Today we do salutations. You said, ‘they have to be perfect. What’re we gonna say to each other? How are we gonna start this?’ I’m trying my hand at enacting your exhortations: ‘You have a nice 905023, Michael.’ (My brain cannot think anything else.) Gentler, or painterly, or waterlikeways.’ ‘LongtimeNoask, what song(s) you used to maturbate bro?’ or ‘Blessed, have you ever fallen off a tree? Just wondering.’ These are recently unearthed forms of salutation. ‘Great ‘I was going to pet in on the cap to start wit’ telepathy.’
Michael: ‘But uhm I’m afraid the pants are little overwhelming. The shape. The way he wears them. In intimacy…I mean this guy he made it to ‘pas mal’ in music…how we gonna meet?’ is one you might try.
‘You’re the dream of everything I wanted for me, always & forever, great ‘someone has a beef with Flo today, don’t you think’ telepathy.
‘Do you mind? Mind? Mind? Mind? It’s like
being in a train stuck in time.
This is before anything happens.
This is before we meet.
‘Then I’m gonna be able to fall back asleep,’
“No,” whispered Michael.
‘Why not? You like that one usually…’ (David)
“Not tonight, man, not tonight. Tonight we do ‘meeting.’ We’ve gone too far now & Michael,’ thought Michael, ‘was feeling too excited to stop him again or anew or still.’ ‘I was looking at pictures of something that came out of vaginas, man. That came out of vaginas, man. Do you see what I’m saying? Do you realize that everyone you meet here on these streets came out of a vagina? Oh my god! Do I have to pulley you from the ground to find out for you that I laugh not at the ground but into the ground to you if inside or under the ground is where I have to pulley you from, the ground, etc.? So am I.’
Theme: ‘#@Homewarming involves a Menu (or more)’
‘We
don’t need anything else than nitrogen
& to suck on each others’ mouths like freshly breathed lemons.’ THE SUN.RAR
New theme: ‘#@WrestlingColors: Lay one another’
Masayuki
Takayanagi New Direction Unit - Mass
Hysterism In Another Situation (1983) Full Album
He’s cute
when he gets excited.
Jet skin
down the river pickin up red heads
I should
becile a AFRIDCAN mystey.ù
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DAY 5 – B2 – THE CLIFF – PART III
My hoof,
First it will be dreadfully cold; then the youngest of
the brother
will find the sister, and she will
cry toads
out of joy, and a mean troll
will be turned
into
“something
somewhat
evil”
I saw you walk down this cliff, where the flowers
spread their endless legs, and the boy who had sloughed himself into the
flowerbed looked just like Jeremy, but he didn’t have a face
And soon the big egg blew up, and there were
Big drops of waters gathering into the marmite
That was the sky
And the mother held tight the watercress bundle
to make it warmer
And the sky,
With all its stars,
thought
“Soon my remains of gold will be the only pieces
left
from my soul, and my goldened parts will fade
away from me”
My hoof, it is now 2:22.
We saw the hour flee away from our irises like a swan
lazy and kind;
We couldn’t remember what that cliff and this boy were
till yesterday night we both slept and I dreamnt that this was the cliff where
Spring buds sprouted over the carcasse of the boy whose body in a dream was
discarded of
When you read a book about that carcasse to me the boy
in your mouth looked like Jeremy
When he made a ball out of himself on the ground near
the Republique’s subway
Because he didn’t want to come across
Anybody, and his all body got covered
With a very soft pearly-pink dawn
So he would be
Forever protected
The boy who looked like Jeremy didn’t have
any face. And when the cliff adopted the curves and
the texture
Of the dreamscape
the light which brotheled the grass and
the trees and the sceneries
became that peculiar crepusculine tint
that irradiated
from all things
in the street
the day I read
A Voyage to Arcturus
while walking
There is a cliff on that planet where Maskull
walks
nearer and nearer still to this woman
till she finally falls off
into an abyss
I remember walking up to the Gare du Nord café which
name I’ve forgotten, reading A voyage to Arcturus
The sun was really gentle that day, I was going
nowhere, then it started to rain, so I took asylum into that café, which was
overprized but anyway I payed and drank an allongé, and wished I would be given
chips in a white porcelain cup but wasn’t
because it was too early, and there I read a third of
the book,
along with articles from a science magazine
specialized in the birth of the sun
and its extinction on day
and solar eclipses and sunrays and moonshades
and the way the sun slides over the sky
and the sky disappears someday
and other moon things
I’d just purchased
from a cosmos-
journal merchant
that day
It’s so terryfing the moment when the woman falls into
the hole off the cliff upon which Maskull is walking; it is terrifying because
the whole chapter induces that this female enditity was born only to die in
that dramatic manner, to perish in such a powerful way that Maskull would
forever be engraved within her glands and to the powerful rush of adrealine her
death for always would be offering him
tangled up with dread. Dread is the pandemonium side
of the coin of arousal; there is not arousal without dread, dread of loosing
the object of our desire, or dread of the afterward, when the lust has been
consumated and every setting is back on normal-life; there is no dread without
arousal, rousing thread of emerald greens flowing up from the groin where
everything we fear is the very solstice of our arousal, where our halfmast rise
into the sky as we are processed through the mindgrinder of the terryfing
demands we’ve attempted to harness to our minds so that we would never let go
of principles, even for a pleasure quest greater then ourself
I don’t know what we mean by this, but I do know
that our whiskey tonight
fecunded it, and whiskey is beautiful
we must say, and what you us is listening
in our bedroom is akin to a plump watermeloon
wrapped in white bread, and dipped into a deep
whiskey reed bay, and we wish to be always gracefully
visited
by its spirit
It was a delicious young boy and his hips were chiseled
into pure
strawberry bushes, and his eyes could not see
nothing
but the purity of that holy
ceremony, and believe me these bones
were never known
as flocks of stones
said the wind, and then the thorns
grew away from the bushes
and then came Spring
and entered his flesh
and he grew
and it was snowing
So that because of the spectacular manner in which we
had been discarded,
our spirit would be rewarded by a bill she would be
allowed to hand
out to the victims of –not hers(, but the peak
s
After we’ve fallen into the abyss the unlucky female
is brought up
to a garden, where all the beasts leers at one another
with
“ greasy philosophical eyes”
full of myrtle
and
myrrthth
There is that cliff crouching in the back of my tavern
and under my throat’s skin
like a sullen piece of bread, at the bottom of
my cave where no sun
can ever be slain, where my heart on a spike is akin
to my lips
screwing again and again with my spirit
my asshole as i sleep
deep inside myself and
forloin from my loins
like old strawberry
bushes
I keep on returning in my mind to a cliff where a handsome
boy
is dreaming of stars and lampposts and
children’s cunts as he fingers coins
in his pockets, solely aware of the existence
elsewhere
of a perfectly blue bow of ducks on the bank
by his house remaining perfectly still
in their blueness, like a certain pearldrop
mounted
on a necklace, and their feathers combed too
often
to remain still, and the cliff too tilted into a
myrtle
sky
till he finally jumps from it.
In my mind the cliff is like that clipart
of lys: long and mauve and suctionned by little
glitter gliffs of violet and white flaws, falling down like fruit petals all
the way up to the sky
where no sky exists but the memory of that skyless
cliff,
The river is just a road made of water
that moves,
like Narcissus taking away the shy
off the sky
and into his eyes,
and discarding it
as he awoke and held in his hand the flowerheads
that would be the stars
flickering upon his casket
and brought them to his mouth
and ate them.
In this light you look like a bison,
And I am just a ghost,
who walks with you
I have a leaf in my hand.
I am thinking about what kind of leaf it is, what tree
it fell from, what gender it is, what fruit or flower
it shields; but all I can see is my computer screen,
with this unending picture of us laying fawnlike on a motel bed during our
roadtrip from Pennsyvalnia
to california. We are lying down flat on our belly,
with our face supported by a gentle hoof down under our chin, our feet are
crisscrossed just under the crisp white cushion, our underwear are old and
white and not sexy, and yet
they arouse us me each time
I look up at it
from my glass
of whiskey.
Fuck me I’m falling appart
The night that picture was taken we ate a Subway
sandwich
From a roadside gas-station which also sold hotdogs
And gifts
When my mother gave birth to a stone
it was only the shadow
of a crow
And this leaf I spoke about
isn’t real; I am making it up as I write about it,
I convince my mind that there is a leaf in my palm
I can think about, and that leaf really is the part of
my body that I cannot caress since I do not understand how it is made,
or how it works
for real.
When I
There was a piece of weed growing a bit askew there
the same D.’s cock strayed away from his body, and stared out up at the sky
instead of down there under the blankets upon the moka brown leather couch
where his body
and mine were, that Narcissus himself stared into as
he let himself be held tight by the seamless hallucination that he was a starry
sky and a starless bay
and a leaf and a sun and a rose and a bud and beloved
and a lover
at the same time, which was a mirror to the gap
inbetween the lips of Jeremy and Paola’s lips when they kissed on mushrooms and
laid on his bed and fucked real slow and talked about plants and the smell of
ocean and reeds the walls had
for the rest of the night.
One night, one summer, in 2012 maybe, Maya and I went
to Jeremy’s house
for a party, and we brought the MDMA poutch she’d
snatched off her dirty roomate Alex
while the later was asleep, and we’d started taking
big lumps of it in the bathroom
where Jeremy and I used to take cocaine till the party
he was throwing
actually ended, because he always regretted he was
having a party and felt the imperial need
to lurk and take drugs and forget a party was
happening
in his house and to forget that he was the one
who’d generated it
till everyone had left and all the dirty glasses
rang blue and grey and beer flew out of the sink
and we could hug in his small bed
and talk about book we’ve read
and listened to the lullaby of the cries
of our vague friend Marie Vié
who always ended up on the couch
because we found her way too old
and unnacttrative
to share our bed.
When I got the measle I read Nerval in my mom’s bed
all day
When my mom found out she was pregnant she thought I
was a stone in her belly
When Maya and I came out of the bathroom the others
where drinking, and laughing, and we decided to go and peacefully seat on
Jeremy’s bed, and so we did and felt at ease and comfy
Making plans to store all of the guests in a certain
manner
In a different country, an unearthly country
Unbeknownst to that human realm
Where Jeremy’s party
Was taking place, and devoted to the storage
Of those guests
Only.
That storage was a mathematical
Alchemy; that something that we tended to do often
On ectasy, to start feeling really great and excited
About storing people or things
In particular places, in a certain order
In a particularly organized manner
Following peculiar rules we’d set up
With great cares
And like the semi-godesses’s son felt in that movie
Where Naomi Watt and another chick watch their sons
Whom they are both mutually fucking when they licked
the fallen pear flesh
Off each other’s legs
As they emerge out of the waves like beasts
And remember about it as a hole in a melon-hearted
And calm with seeds
After they’ve jumped all together from a bridge
After sucking each other under the ceddar tree
By the soccer-field
After the pears from the peartree branches
Had all smashed open beneath the strong copper
Of their toerings and the strong flesh
Of their naked feet
Reorganizing the world on drugs the way we did
Made us feel immortal
And pretty
And endless
And calm
And then Lio Wu came into the bedroom and opened the
window
And smelt the air up her nostrils, and took a puff off
her roulée cigarette
Then turned to us and asked me conversationely,
Biche we know the scene in
Weickmeister Harmonies when the main character enters the whale for the first
time ? This is how we felel when we read you. We're reading what we've once
sent us in a file called The Diaries from August and September. Biche we're a a
genius please don't forget that (we wont forget that) We're not sure if our
poetry makes us feel like the man did when he entered the whale or if we feel
like we ourself did when we saw him doing so (because we are not sure of the
spelling of the word in the lyrics from Country Death Song by the Violent
Femmes it becomes ' Just take your lovely daughter, and throw her in the whale'
in our mind) DId we tell us biche how we saw
Weickmeister Harmony in between shifts when we were still a waitress and we
fell into stupor the whole first ten minutes, during the first scene of the
solar system in the bar. Then either our stupor turned into a beautiful coma or
we fell into a parallele sleep from which we have the secret but we only
remember sort of awaking when he goes to the whale for the first time. The
whole movie we saw it as if we were navigating through it in our dreambody. And
in ours too biche ours us's. We know we were visitating us back then not
knowing us yet in this world but allready born with us elsewhere because we
feel with us and with our languages the same profound recognizition and ecstatic
aching in our soul's womb that we experienced with this movie in our physical
body and in our deerbrain. We awoke a second time when all the men walk around
in an apocalyptic atunement and the small old men is found in the bathtub and
it is the saddest time of Earth. Was it Sophocles who always told the truth on
Fridays ? It's almost friday now. Is there any timelag between my lands and
yours ? In any case, to tell the truth, we're still a bit jealous of us biche
that we are such a genius and that our writings are the mutation into the
endless perfect insect. Hystolising poems. Biche two or three weeks after we
just met you sent us a message that was a quote from Nijinsky's diaries and is
for us one of the most important passage every written by a human being but
after moons of remembering it we suddenly forgot it. It has something to do
with sperm. We know the one. Do we remember it? (did we have this conversation
in Paris when we came? we think yes but we dont remember the outcome of it). We
think it ended by ' I am sperm'. Please do enlight us if we can. Nonetheless
hoping to find it on google i came across this
~ Sarah Michelle Gellar (April 14,
1977 - )
Which is also worthy of devotion. The website from which I
found it had this promessing opening :
Browse, share, collect and enjoy a sea of quotes with sperm.
This too is Ninjinsky.
“I am not an
ape, I am a man. The world has been created by God. Man has been created by
God. It is not possible for man to understand God - God understands God. Man is
God and therefore understands God. I am God. I am a man. I am good and not a
beast. I am an animal with reason. I have flesh, I *am* flesh, I am not
descended from flesh. Flesh is created by God. I am God. I am God. I am God.”
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On Apr 11, 2013 5:42 PM,
"Purdey Lord Kreiden"<purdeykreiden@hotmail.fr>
~ Sarah Michelle Gellar (April 14,
1977 - )
Which is also worthy of devotion. The website from which I
found it had this promessing opening :
Browse, share, collect and enjoy a sea of quotes with sperm.
This too is Ninjinsky.
“I am not an ape, I am a
man. The world has been created by God. Man has been created by God. It is not
possible for man to understand God - God understands God. Man is God and
therefore understands God. I am God. I am a man. I am good and not a beast. I
am an animal with reason. I have flesh, I *am* flesh, I am not descended from
flesh. Flesh is created by God. I am God. I am God. I am God.”
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round the table to see if any of the
apostles needed a refill.
POMPEI
Inbox x
Sun, Apr 14, 2013, 12:23 AM
To Michael
Purdey Lord Kreiden <purdeykreiden@hotmail.fr>
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Love? What is it?
Most natural pain killer that there
is.
LOVE
we're our most natural pain killer
biche and have been so since the day we discovered it's an irish terrier
Sonnet 6
Rainer Maria
Rilke, 1875 - 1926
Is he native to this realm? No,
his wide nature grew out of both worlds.
They more adeptly bend the willow’s branches
who have experience of the willow’s roots.
When you go to bed, don’t leave bread or milk
on the table: it attracts the dead—
But may he, this quiet conjurer, may he
beneath the mildness of the eyelid
mix their bright traces into every seen thing;
and may the magic of earthsmoke and rue
be as real for him as the clearest connection.
Nothing can mar for him the authentic image;
whether he wanders through houses or graves,
let him praise signet ring, gold necklace, jar.
" I did loose
important part of my body, but i still hope to get rich"
"atlas, my son,
you should be with a nice girl. Take down the globe, there's no future in it.
You're a andsome man. You're young. Exxplore the world, stop holding it
up"!
"come
on"???? 😯
"longtemps, je
me suis levée
"trou de
mine"
:=
‘thanks to you
Magician ___________ Player’
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of Liberty fees?
a flock is like a
herd of small animals
a foot-foot stump?
a great hoofbook
A hangout solide
A honeydew
'a larry cooper
advice to man of myths"
a rose of gallic caca💩
A spacedock, or
drydock, was a facility capable of docking starships for maintenance.
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alright toe
also knows as
and how do you defend
against a ram?
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you
and it's like the
pigsty guy
and she is punished
by her father
and then
and then when she
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