Pesdophilia is a wildly, beastish, zesty if you want to call it monstrous, widely given label to anyone and everything when a child gets ***** or goes missing. Favoritism in the house becomes suspect, and according to TV programmes if they don't go missing or are 'just' *****, the child isn't listened to either. Because chances are, they already had a Freudian complex in the first place.....which can't be downplayed.
And when in violent families, childrens social workers are usually all aliens walking around pretending to be a human.
And I should add there's a lot of conspiracy theories about children going missing as they've been abducted by aliens. And then keep them confused. Poonanny God. So I don't know what the **** that starmaker book by Olaf Stapleton is about. More controversy he was trying to invoke for the future I expect. So the very real aliens, who I'm trying to fully expose, can make a certain escape. Blade of grassiness God

Pesdophilia is a wildly, beastish, zesty if you want to call it monstrous, widely given label to anyone and everything when a child gets ***** or goes missing. Favoritism in the house becomes suspect, and according to TV programmes if they don't go missing or are 'just' *****, the child isn't listened to either. Because chances are, they already had a Freudian complex in the first place.....which can't be downplayed.
And when in violent families, childrens social workers are usually all aliens walking around pretending to be a human.
And I should add there's a lot of conspiracy theories about children going missing as they've been abducted by aliens. And then keep them confused. Poonanny God. Do I don't know what the **** that book by Olaf Stapleton is about. More controversy he was trying to invoke for the future I expect. So the very real aliens, who I'm trying to fully expose, can make a certain escape.

Genius, someone once
Told me, is where
You do something
Significant
(Although I know
he meant fame worthy)
To influence our -
- out of
Balanced world of overrun
Thesis. A lateral sweepstake
Ignoramus' not getting
To the point
Of pricelessness
And all sorts of
Languages that
Come and slap each other
On the back.

There's a difference between going forwards
And unrendering something predictable
As a cause

There's no propoganda in flight for instance
But this loss can be substituted for clearance

Thoughts aren't real, except if you've believed
In them ever

And prisms just like prisons can be wary of the little things

Sauntering and not giving a **** about sublimity
Can make life shine

Poonanny humanity. Poonanny God, who I pray puts a poonanny humanity on all my prayers to him. Poonanny God. Poonanny humanity :)

the tower bells ring out
all floundering,
a tide takes all
feverishly, to the coast

and, in a manner
there should be a why
Why do people play football?
Is it because
they've cast  they've
pretended to cast their
livelihoods into the back of a net?
Why do children grow up
to ask less questions as teenagers? that, poonanny Lord
Is it an an intimate thing
that it drew attention thaaat, poonanny God
to the unweeded garden?

thaaaat, poonanny God

the apocalypse,
if noone listens then
no one will listen
now.
so lets veil ourselves
as a curb
weighed down upon
by the present
because we lifted
our heavy eyelids
and saw nothing.


except for a pretty sunset
shaking it's golden excess
into the beyond

where I stop to think
upon magic
but I don't know
if there's any evidence
for it.

Abow the common pavement
there is a still justice
which when targeted
accusations against it are dismissed

we may as well live in the sand
not as separate countries
as politics tels up about the notion
and then monsters who live in the shadows
make sure the corruption is maintained

but if we stood for each other, comunally
and all decided on what was fair law, again, comunally
not forgetting to put into disrepute all powerful, mind controlling, abusive, obsessive, can do attitude (talk about true but fake), looking like everything should look like authorities...

There once wa a season, and it was long and musty.
No rugs laid on my carpet,
I looked at the result minimalistically.

when a cats corpse dries up
and it's stiffness doesn't startles you
well taking pride in not being shocked  it would be
would be normal.

So ong as it fitted into a world that wasn't just a dream, at least the memory of the event afterwards taking place in a dream.

Because the harshness of those memories in a dream, are plainly unworkable.

All  I remember is big Emmanuel.


saying on the way to the - next -
hospital 'I know the truth'.

My ego is ragin
my parents gave me nothing to believe in
this is a season
a season for more belittling
a scene for more work fitting
an event for superstition
a season for reading
poonanny Lord God on high...