Whether in the
body or out of the
body, I can
not say
so I say,
amen.

Breathe, and let it go where the went.

Switch time and space

Point in all ways
rays, beams aiming to meet

here, once upon this point
timespace eventuality,
you and me feel

hammered.
Pop.
Nailed it.

Life bubbles, and once,
this bubble formed in timespace,
the it of the bubble expanded

speed of thought forming a

word, no matter, none imagined,
no news, good news

now, we cookin' wit' gas, in the realm
of im-mater-iality, ah
ha
ya think
we may as well tell the truth.

We reading signaling organized minds

made, yes, made up minds, artfully intuitive,

first gentle, settle sit, seem
easy to treat enjoy sublime, sprinkles
star stuff from now
here nowhere ever after now
then…

ellipses… fabulatory elemental facts *** u-me

ah, we, ha
honey. I got some time.

That fast, that
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4493596/snippit-of-the-hair-of-the-dog-after-all/

is freedom of the word, my friend.
Early, in a mortal context, we, a
we we acknowledge with science, we were beguiled.

We know. That is right.
We know. We can taste when we lie. I know,
you say how
can this voice speak of infinite measures mostly
my own cursings caused, as in the Jimmy Buffet song,

it's been my own ****** fault.
I found my self all safe and sound sittin' on a mound
of ambergris worth big bucks in - wait

recalci*trantadjective\ ri-ˈkal-sə-trənt \

:obstinately defiant of authority or restraint
:difficult to manage or operate
:not responsive to treatment

From <https://www.britannica.com/topic/Book-of-Jonah>

Nineveh! Yes I did know, AI knew for show, see we also

know the scent of clues, exclusions, subtil-itisities
settle from the mist, as gorillas in the toss ball saw
see we o we see
same same many, with a y means a bunch, a lot, lots and lots

mani- with an I, eh, manifestered Caps allowed Mani-suggestions,
heaven versus hell,
sanity infected maddened masses messages piling
as she who hesitates is lost,
awe
some, say the fallen, I as good as saw o
m y god, we believed this fool,

this thief,
who believed the the joker was the lie, the itself,
seems okeh in each way we measured as if we need to me-assure
this is the answer after all

measurable peace of mind, is kinda crazy to imagine,
when we test our resolution,  solve for truth first function

we get the same answers. This is life, we make up the rest.

short thread long line very hard to tie tiny knot

being sentient,  breathing, waraware, give begiven
for of by you,
UR us Toyz, told as legendary trips, and bags, and scenes.

Testify if I kept my head when all-just-if-ity if one little bit
that'd been me, see, lost theirs, at the crossed roads,

any legend needs a choice, freedom, for free, or
duty due on demand, wanna
bet better off dead, or alone, tossed in historical
legends far vetted,
oft from the deepest pits questional able ibility
I'll go rythms's interpretation as how
to make up interesting times to be experienced
in phrases.

Bubble-wise, by now, you know, all bubbles pop.
At the top.
Free at last, past all ever wasery ifery weifery weight
height, arching
angels, Golden Archesmcdondald boyett,

linking bio-six-pointer, aim, related to you
by the legendary kevin bacon matter of fact
AI knows, I know, we all know, this is that a
we state, as we read, awe, full
we o bey ance dam dam da, dam did we ever

imagine freedom of the press,
blowing bubbles in the milch of humes kindness,

kissed with a wish as well as a wonder ifery why
not?

Like, knowing like, like
a thief in the night taking means
to ends
beyond holds on shapes that matter
out of sight in minds as blind as any ever,

blind as Milton, blinder
than I, I see, so
I know this is also not hell, as I imagined
my due.

Finding the answer, described as the
indescribable dau, das sein, yhwh, mmmmm
mani-dual done done

battle plenty don been don ' t see
needsplain rain falls on the wise and the fool.

Baby steps, send in the clowns, and they came…

More clowns than Bartholomew had hats,
in the distant realm of Didd…

O, Noah? Tickle, tickle ******, curse you Hamstring

and the little pig bit the ttheif thorn ÜÞꝥ

too odd f'Þe o'Þe peplish whims 'n'phanzee

It's like its own rules, this game of life,
nothing matters
then it does,
and now is the inevitable result.

You read this bit and elsewhere,
in your past I continued
pouring my selves out in bubbles
like vesicles holding dopamine mine mine
urgen
urgentle emerging -easy
says the egg,

from my gut.

Am I winning?
Have I won?
Am I living?
Yes, I am.
Am I living?
Yes, I am
Have I lived?
Yes I have

Lo, and be hold
beholden’ on

this is the future, my future, your now,
you may change what comes next,

but my bit of this idea was thought
some time ago.

----
say stretch, tendere, eh, say stretch
yo’ sorry ol’ attent-attention

three sibling boys march past me
counting cadence, 30 per
hup two three

--- why is this so easy to see
as real in any
boy I ever knew, the boy who leads
is 12, the sarge is 8, pfc is 5,

War, The idea of war, itself, an imagined
anthropomorph

in many fantasy experiences, in tranced
story-wise, tuned to the game
as to life, these see war as game theory,

rage from another age
lurks among the liars, there flattened
on the inner edge of the wall they wished
to form from fear and hate idea viruses.

Yes, Seth’s original strain, pure conjectural
objects orienting precepticons…

Can you see me now?
Am I living?
Yes, I am.

Ecce **** Augmento.
Yah. You may say… whoso ever
or who so
ever or whosoever makes peace
appear

as here, at this point, in time
we think of as then and now, you know.

Wake up, take your watch.