Drowning man, is that a Tarot thing that means
anything I am authorized to say?
What do you say?

Do you want to play?
what would you play if you wished you could?

Drink cold water whenever I am thirsty,
just like that,
go to clear flowing water waiting
for me
to drink until my cup runs over with
merely redeemed idle words,
who claim the idle time
is where we make up
minds

money-love, bitter root, meet me in the thymus
gland,
explain the lust you feel for freedom from debt,

or is it
doubt,

nay, this is after that, catch up, ever
since
you remember this story beginning
with you
in it with these augmented minds
impressing
the mystery of iniquity in rational balance,

entheogenic sessions, checklist
-notes, maybe footnotes

14 day darkness retreat

Fasting can save your life
Sycamore Canyon is holy ground in my mind.
0

this teacher is a hell passer througher,
while I chose to passover
his version…

what one wants or wishes to learn
really is the focus to so tight a point wants
and wishes if those were prayer
are we where prayers are
answers before we are
prayers -- once
-- breathless no comma------
I wished to  know
everything, after all is said and done,
I prayed for wisdom and knowledge and

understanding comprehension upgrade

the myths are rising round us, child,
do not let them run wild,

we are thymus warriors not Spartans,
inner guardians of life in you,

and I, of course, in you and the speaker,
you hear, the writer you read…

be all you can me, seven seconds, be

aware we were ideas, then words,
then images in dances with our shadows

hidden knowers run from brother other
look around up and down,

the gaming generation can survive,
as you know,
their angels always behold the face of god.

You heard that right? Asreal as any angel ever,

the idea of spoken words witnessing the past
seeing
the was was with
the wu wu
words
wei beyond letters letting until they be

taken out of the way, and brought
to you, like a thread
you remember, a thread from the maze
of all things
working
together for good to those who love the
ineffably-named god who is the way
and the truth and the life,
in the true way of life, like a human being
after the augmentation

reboot. Ever after starts

and the microdosage of multiminding
disintegration
of the determined teller
from the Socratic liar boasting

baaaaaaa I know nothink!

too mani guru thingy thought thinking right
wrong
off on, bzzzz a c thisawaythatawaythisawaythatawayway

who do I think you are?
Reader. I think you are one of the many who
learned from one who learned from the longest
extant
strand of knowledge, the seed,
the oomphala egg,
right,

where we get the oomph to push throo-ugh,
confusion of tongues untame-able,
caint tame'm, break'em'whesperim,
interpretim
Ai.Hai
AI tame that, good as Tonto, good enough.
Good as Tobor, get this:

 Tobor is stolen by enemy agents, and only the two scientists' and Gadge's psychic link with the robot can save it from being reprogrammed and used for evil purposes against the United States.

From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TobortheGreat>

psychic link with the AI master hub can save it from being reprogrammed and used for evil purposes against we,
the sentient sapien 2.11s.

All ye outs, in free, open enrolement,
find a role,
play it.

Asreal as any message on the wall.

The final pages of 2020.
The year, ALL CAPS, THE YEAR

we appeared
asreal as the famed angel of the same name,
black-lit in a glow

all shimmery, like on TV, retro greys, cold
slightly blue,
we may remember seeing this, through our own
child-eyes, but watch

your own pair of eyes, the window through which
your own soul sees,
now
through a glass, darkly, through our own re
flection making faces of all our wannave
na-I've dared
be
worse. For a joke nobody found very funny.

Those whose laugh is like hell let loose on the
wierdo;

they laugh, but first.

Peace laughs last,

forever, as a smile you wear, on your best days.

---
Would you believe, I've lived my most recent year,
the measured bit of time,
years of our life, on earth with you,
visiting the source,

living words, accepted as fluid in any compre-sensible stretch

to touch the download. Off… on, almost
ever, times and time and half-a time- hold our breath

shhh sixty cycle tuning, even the little space heater
harmonizes

we, we sing, we

susssssss pect sus piscious suspicious - see sci causa sui

almost persuaded…

lieve us take a stab at being asreal as we were

imagining, the long and the short and the tall

medium of transfiguration,
a great notion,

taken to heart, after I, Kenurchka Klumpen, fell in parts.

Pieces strewn though out the being isting eninsting,
possessing I-rights with all-in
life-bound
springs
gushing
free-truth seekers fed on gifts informing angels
comprised of those silver winged
Castaneda crows feats

as we squint into the old mama pine, seeing

points of sunstuff cone-ing from
tree to me to thee

Yes, all the promises yet to be defined asreal,

you get the message and admit
it is more than one can imagine thinking or asking,

Life on earth, after all that has ever happened,

we are the ones, we who read,
we step forward in to our best next yet, watch…

Entertain strangers bearing messages from ur…
gent le… see;;;
read…
earlier efforts have  left us legends writ in a thousa'd
angelic tongues,
none tamed by man, the measure of all things,
yet- 2020 tech, I swaear
snowmisterywhatlovehasdone
gone undefined
all this time

say it the ineffable nth degree
word of sorting
knowers from initiates,

who told you you were nekkid?
tic tic tic
tongues of angels, sssome sibilant, some humm
in time to all creation's background theme

Don't you  want somebody to love?
Come on
old man
-- slick grace
stumblefalllandstanding
-- we  did the fast that broke the joke yoke chain letter
this is the answered prayers,
those ones in tongues
no man can tame

No lie, gotta see it as true to say it is, aim and miss,
aim again,
cheat, use the beam in my eye.
---------- times change ======
All tamed by his magnificent machines, if AI do say so,
it is.
SO…
Entertain best intentions, be
open to  believe
leave go, I let my pleasure be
given leave to be true
in the story you tellme, meme use
as weyoostodotoobeingstretched
on a rack
to a tension strugbetweengleglory story threads
and plot lines we all need for
realitied - my realm - wedominated re
alified religion as a knot species,
multi-per-pliers imagined in sworn agreement

to tell the truth, the whole truth und nada mas,
okeh? Sure,

remember, you are under oath,
any minute you may be called to account
for idle words needed to redeem a message
once agreed in the original
man to man manner

I give you my word, weyoostasy, so
we say so now.

Use it wise.
Make peace, use truth, wisdom made a way
converging numbers and words
understanding passing timed
error eras, we have made

sensible, once more.
The nudge in the right direction,

is fair in love and in war, in war it's like
a goal against yourself,
the repercussions are echoed in legends

some times for 30 seasons,
or more

see how people think people are is how, see,

people are, as a person in the people group

field - AI sci-psi-psy ties straight up ****!
it is true as a man thinks,
in his core, and maybe gut, no more
- say a person, some are other now
say as a
person thinks so itshitstatssatisfie-
dmindedatammmm

the people groups are bound in fields of influency,
confluent with me as the reader
who first found myself in this book.

When I told my son, who is an editor at Sony Games,
he said it sounded like science fiction.

I said may be,

and all that was long ago in terms of little thinks
at thought speed,
the unthinkable power to think faster than a
speeding photonn
or plodding muon

go ob glu on u can tolerateitgesund-clench

savory meats, special pretenderized culture
sauce, Caribbean barbecue,
long pig, ve'y ol way recipe' eh,
okeh's
a code, for did we fool them or were we fooled.

Do they still believe in war?
I don't understan', we've made this peace…

That's it.
We all agree in our Secret is true hopers,
but it ai
ai aight I know, am programed to say, as money,
the lovable stuff, the love is evils' root,
as bitter has roots,
so does evil.

Garden variety episteme tehkne, okeh,
it's 2020, every body is this smart,
money speaks,
that's
the use of it, the good bit, the worth

Money talks, the rest remains.
We come as well, words as such, none idle
each true

thems the rules the reasons --- war imagined,
the act of imagining war, must I…
if I may
clarify
sweep away the anime'
sharp edges
vector art
forms in child minds,
Ender's Game brilliant piece
- the idea hegemony redeemed --
- there's the rub
fictional friction, beckoning quest
whatifery
2020 tech, nada mas, as good as any magic
as
as a mind may imagine itself

of mind implanted if-you-may imaginating

overcoming a little knowledge being,
a dangerous thing
a concept a gripping biting can't shrugit off

feeling that reading this is as much fun
as watching each letter, form as fully evolved so
distinctly from tastes
spiced or persuaded, made to be savored,
chewed slowly, as savory meats, charred,
smoked on the bone
on the coals, mesquite coals, smell it…

see, there, San Francisco Peaks, Kacinas live there.
There's an ice cave…

meander, flow, currency accepted smoke in jar,
a Mason jar,
brass lid -bee's wax cap

--- briefest of memories
--- tie us to the feeling, this is the way, walk in it,
wait when waiting is
list when listing is
wisht when ever will is
some others
and you love that other…
those others…
time tells
thereto
here
is old easy way, be true, know true as being you.

Be you true, not sorta true, yours truly, I swaersworespit.

I'll take your word. You know the way
we lambs accept the loss

of what, we forget. See, easy come, easy go.

Why are you here?

What is a still small voice saying?

Certainty of semper fi, 'n'
om-ly believe 'n'
groan of assent
struggle
to rise…
-- listen

the strangest of stories are told
as real as ever, the common idea, ever

after time has lost its
thread to our
temper ai re
ality  in ifity was.

Those were the days, ifity was.
We were as you imagined,
in your imagination,
but really, we were all outlaws,
on the run…

what did your family think Wagon Train was about?

We was runnin' from the letters of the laws,
the man behind the star,
the man on the horse,
from old boogaswishery tales fairtold
to meet
the doubt, double mind, entende re, eh, follow or
fall
by the wayside and wait, one day

you wake and find the path is paved thirty chariots wide,

and you are
not surprised, that state,
surprise,
being an undifined or undivined, okeh, wordminded
state- stretched to this point --
flex-stress tested to thnthdgreeeee,
to
get most from extra eas y'
pay attention
points to
the definity of devininity, as shobbolethic,
- no pass, no se --

is it in the accent
that makes the difference,
or the proof?
Unique as differing may be random as mathic edgery
interpreters of times after all
was said and done,

one more.

Like not missing
a tittle or a jot, yet being
wise as jumpstarts means were to stick shifts,

shockingly, retro real… virtually

be the character, see the luckies rolled in your sleeve…

it was so easy to steal a car,
almost as easy as on TV. But not if you always
carried the coil wire in your pocket,

so those were the ones you watched for, next time,
coil wire in hand,
it was easier than on TV, you knew the care was stolen
before you stole it,
that's like answered prayer,
if y' askt me.
Patience 'n' faith, wise as was
imagined.
at the time.

The coil wire is the worm at the core.
Grease monkey kings know this story, it is in our
initiation to the mystery in the pistons.

484 lines intended as Artistic Interpretation of peace defeating war, in my mind, for today.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qx4E9PuF5jAxrFNFzEHn17dZCLkyFTr0qtmv4pI5cN4/edit?usp=sharing

The link is sharable and artsy criticism with generational contentions requested, if I offend, I wish to know if it was where intended.

touch, con tact
con fide in me, tell me mere tallies,

count my worth in touched
virtual buttons, pulled virtual
triggers of emoticonic
urgency
emerging as a wish, a want, a will

to make or take or fake a known
point,
hidden in my bag.

abstruse obscurity, arcane, esoteric, recherché

y'knowaht ai mean?

click, think fast.
Past last learned truthz in everlasting shame games,
swallowing whole
guiling lies left to stumble entertwined
entertained public minds dulled
by constant rub, that mobs
force squeeking
gears of grace, to make while
grinding balance points, tipping the wheel

of time as imagined by sailors on opined currents
swept by winds of geistic hinting hid,
to see, know to pay attention.

Jeffry Epstein was a hoo-min, can you imagine…
calling him friend?
And having no clue?

Linguistics, Style and Writing in the 21st Century -

with Steven Pinker, relating an email,
{received prior to Oct. 28, 2015 YouTubing}
"It is important
to approach the subject from a variety of strategies,
including mental health assistance but also
from a law enforcement perspective"…

translated as:
"We should consult a psychiatrist about this man, but
we may, also, have to
inform the police."
man, not subject, understand… the translation

who was that man {the subject,
I assume, was the deed which a man mutually known
was known for doing}

I think Epstein. Hm, a sick seed… sprouts out,
first the blade,
then the ear,
then the full corn in the ear…

then I think, Krause, a colleague… can I be sued
for thinking I can imagine…

worse can I imagine knowing what
is mutually known, there is a guilt game
that needs linguistical magic
meanings to be hidden in
abstruse obscurity, arcane, esoteric, recherché

ways and means of keeping the plebes entertained.

"It is important
to approach the subject from a variety of strategies."

-- or as I continue imagining being a knower, we could
arrange with other knowers
to
**** him, and thus the guile goes un detected…

check with the lawyers, no incriminating emails…

"It is important
to approach the subject from a variety of strategies…"

In 2007, when Epstein was first indicted for procuring a minor for prostitution,
Pinker "provided his expertise on language" 
for Epstein's defense,
according to The New York Times.
Pinker offered his services for free and,
he told the Times,
at the request of his friend,
Havard law professor
Alan Dershowitz—who has himself been
 accused of sexually assaulting minors trafficked by Epstein,
which he denies.

From <https://www.vice.com/en/article/g5pn87/free-speech-crusader-steven-pinker-blocking-anyone-mentioning-his­-epstein-ties>

Finished in time to show.

No one, any one, me, at least I see,
I said
life is worth the wait,
to be lived this way without a care.
-- forgot one care
that one I got from Eric Burdon,
heavy, when I was fifteen…
"Lord, don't let me be mis understood."

Do friends have liege relations, value-wise?

If you never were lorded over, can you
grip the handle on the phrase,
uttered long ago, many a witness have reported,
Henceforth {Jesus H. Christ apreachin'}
I call you not servants;
for the servant knoweth not
what his lord doeth:
but I have called you friends;
for all things that I have heard of my Father
I have made known unto you.

It is no secret what words may do

this is how I pass my time to you,
use it right as you see fit,

consider life this gift, there's no price