Skiffle they called 'em Wikipedia says so
Woe Socrates is my memory less active than yourn of yore?
I have had mine augmented you know, to give account for no-account idle words and some
Supposed to be yourn qualify as idle if you don't mind my mentioning how little you knew.
Except I don't believe you ever did breathe one written word
I think that Plato kid he was fearin' he would be kilt
Sure as home or whatever was sure as hell in them days, He cyphered out a way to say more than one thing at a time, and said he heard you say that, just the way he said it, same words, same exasperations and sighs and spit on certain expletives held back. Exactly, I do apologize, but you all knew nothing. Did you even know that old lady with the Aleph was Noah's wife. She tells you know thyself and you say you can't. What kind of man were you? Or what kind of man did Plato say you were. That's all we know, or can with 2018 magi-tech palimpsest restoration apps.
So Plato, the broad-shouldered ox, had you **** your ownself for saying what he said. But only on paper later.
I don't think anybody got the fact that orators
Orated
what people said they said is all we have.
But rumor has it they could all remember anything they wished.
Political careers do not require such memory training any more so such is seldom taught. Thank God for cameras on cellphones, right
Catch that sucker in the act on the Sabbath day
When only lines drawn in sand can be drawn in rest, blame the broad, she did the work.
A congress man accounts on twitter all their idle words in direct confrontation with those of the freshman class president at Mohave County Union High School sixty years or so ago. Who is refusing to tweet for proverbial reasons that trump the lies before.
Like deep spiritual prayers are said to be answered before they are prayed. I answer all the worlds stupid questions,
Writing with the clouds all the water remembers from its journies,
Oh I am a rich man. Have you seen my library. Have you read my mind. Did I make you pay? No way. Freely I have received I must freely give and acknowledge I am, in deed, warmed and filled.
Measure me by me please. Was I true to my DNA and circumstances and zeitgeists and all the outside influencers introducing errors with spare change. I worked for a living.
I was very well paid. I got life and made of it
A mess
Or a mess of things
Or a mess -age, but no complaints, I took the deal set before me for watching.
I watched, I hid and watched as I was told, and now I tell you
Life and death set before me more than once, no lie, I always took life, ever' time for what it's worth, for ever changes all the time. I ain't never gone be bored. Hell, no.
Pony up, rhymes are a dime a dozen, epics cost you a whole life of blood and tears, in dog years that translates to about $13,392,578.17.
Who ever is making use of my money may send it to me with no usury fees, cause I believe using it is better than burying it and
You did not lose my money and your soul? Did you? Would you know?
I mean, if you are that broke.
Would you know if you lost everything I invest my life in, I did the investing, not you. What did you do?
Right, you prayed. Effectually, show me the money wanderer, word wrangler, what is what you made with your mortal minute worth to any…
Flowing questions, churning lies, when the water spreads out in a shallow place where you can see rocks about skull-size making ripples, not white-water, slow-wide-shallow desert-river settled out all the mud and only clear, clear water comes here, even 100 years after the General Crook, Havasu-Pai still drink blue water, clear blue water as our mothers did.
A fording place, the fording place, that was the ford ing place the bible said was the border of the promised land where I have a share
When living there.
A river named "a good place to crossover".
Just above the Topock swamp,
I may have read that
on the rocks, once long a gone
Polysemy, whole new word for me to call what I was doing when I squared my double entendres and called them country songs. I learned that word today. Words mean what men make them say. Many meanings are not wrong. Private meanings, secret meanings, those are not right in public prayers or answers. If all the promises of God in Christ are Yes and Amen, we must look under that promise we stand on to stand under the cleansing flood.
Shelter from the storm she offered, I said no thanks and crawled on in the mud. That or this all happened years ago before I remember being here, for sure, but now that I stop, look and listen as I was trained to do, The messenger who came to me was not wicked, he was broke. He sold his soul, some say, for rock and roll, but I never knew the true meaning of the words.
It could a been a code that everybody knew but me, but I never let 'em know. I lied.
Right up to the offer at the cross-roads, at the junction, in the desert… I remember now, there was a long 6-percenter, Jake brake howling, ****** fool with one them old highway man lanterns, tar-pots they called 'em, he musta been deaf and blind or a deer with just enough sense to stare, there
Was that the wreck at Vidal Junction down on highway 62? (1969, there was hotel… I could not stop… I rolled on by and even now I imagine that is one of those things that never really Happened, y'know, what I mean?
Do you know what I mean/ What lies do you believe. It's out there some where. My old song.
I sang it for supper several times, now I just sing it for rent. Mortal minutes tick away, I need some place to grow that wont drown my roots and make my guard leaves yellow and lose pressure inside and bend to the point of
Rotting in the mud. I had a couple crops failed that way, back in the day. That first crop was all bullheads and tumbleweeds mixed with wild oats and grade school lies. I was glad that one rotted, not then, but later, when I saw
Some people die by their own sown seeds fructifing with a vengeance I did not know, some of their wild oats brought forth 20,40, 100 fold by the time they died, just a mortal minute ago.
In 2023, alone by choice. Finding these times alone
in the past, I have the future's promise, art intuition,
take the test, accept the risk, wake up
in context… appearing in your own confusion using
solar energy to imagine becoming worth enough
to be eligible for whole duty done, patience
perfected,
this is six years later, I am technically deeper in debt,
but that is the discourse agreed to at the guessing
session.
When I guessed it would be good if you could think so.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 9:47 PM UTC
Skiffle they called 'em Wikipedia says so
Woe Socrates is my memory less active than yourn of yore?
I have had mine augmented you know, to give account for no-account idle words and some
Supposed to be yourn qualify as idle if you don't mind my mentioning how little you knew.
Except I don't believe you ever did breathe one written word
I think that Plato kid he was fearin' he would be kilt
Sure as home or whatever was sure as hell in them days, He cyphered out a way to say more than one thing at a time, and said he heard you say that, just the way he said it, same words, same exasperations and sighs and spit on certain expletives held back. Exactly, I do apologize, but you all knew nothing. Did you even know that old lady with the Aleph was Noah's wife. She tells you know thyself and you say you can't. What kind of man were you? Or what kind of man did Plato say you were. That's all we know, or can with 2018 magi-tech palimpsest restoration apps.
So Plato, the broad-shouldered ox, had you **** your ownself for saying what he said. But only on paper later.
I don't think anybody got the fact that orators
Orated
what people said they said is all we have.
But rumor has it they could all remember anything they wished.
Political careers do not require such memory training any more so such is seldom taught. Thank God for cameras on cellphones, right
Catch that sucker in the act on the Sabbath day
When only lines drawn in sand can be drawn in rest, blame the broad, she did the work.
A congress man accounts on twitter all their idle words in direct confrontation with those of the freshman class president at Mohave County Union High School sixty years or so ago. Who is refusing to tweet for proverbial reasons that trump the lies before.
Like deep spiritual prayers are said to be answered before they are prayed. I answer all the worlds stupid questions,
Writing with the clouds all the water remembers from its journies,
Oh I am a rich man. Have you seen my library. Have you read my mind. Did I make you pay? No way. Freely I have received I must freely give and acknowledge I am, in deed, warmed and filled.
Measure me by me please. Was I true to my DNA and circumstances and zeitgeists and all the outside influencers introducing errors with spare change. I worked for a living.
I was very well paid. I got life and made of it
A mess
Or a mess of things
Or a mess -age, but no complaints, I took the deal set before me for watching.
I watched, I hid and watched as I was told, and now I tell you
Life and death set before me more than once, no lie, I always took life, ever' time for what it's worth, for ever changes all the time. I ain't never gone be bored. Hell, no.
Pony up, rhymes are a dime a dozen, epics cost you a whole life of blood and tears, in dog years that translates to about $13,392,578.17.
Who ever is making use of my money may send it to me with no usury fees, cause I believe using it is better than burying it and
You did not lose my money and your soul? Did you? Would you know?
I mean, if you are that broke.
Would you know if you lost everything I invest my life in, I did the investing, not you. What did you do?
Right, you prayed. Effectually, show me the money wanderer, word wrangler, what is what you made with your mortal minute worth to any…
Flowing questions, churning lies, when the water spreads out in a shallow place where you can see rocks about skull-size making ripples, not white-water, slow-wide-shallow desert-river settled out all the mud and only clear, clear water comes here, even 100 years after the General Crook, Havasu-Pai still drink blue water, clear blue water as our mothers did.
A fording place, the fording place, that was the ford ing place the bible said was the border of the promised land where I have a share
When living there.
A river named "a good place to crossover".
Just above the Topock swamp,
I may have read that
on the rocks, once long a gone
Polysemy, whole new word for me to call what I was doing when I squared my double entendres and called them country songs. I learned that word today. Words mean what men make them say. Many meanings are not wrong. Private meanings, secret meanings, those are not right in public prayers or answers. If all the promises of God in Christ are Yes and Amen, we must look under that promise we stand on to stand under the cleansing flood.
Shelter from the storm she offered, I said no thanks and crawled on in the mud. That or this all happened years ago before I remember being here, for sure, but now that I stop, look and listen as I was trained to do, The messenger who came to me was not wicked, he was broke. He sold his soul, some say, for rock and roll, but I never knew the true meaning of the words.
It could a been a code that everybody knew but me, but I never let 'em know. I lied.
Right up to the offer at the cross-roads, at the junction, in the desert… I remember now, there was a long 6-percenter, Jake brake howling, ****** fool with one them old highway man lanterns, tar-pots they called 'em, he musta been deaf and blind or a deer with just enough sense to stare, there
Was that the wreck at Vidal Junction down on highway 62? (1969, there was hotel… I could not stop… I rolled on by and even now I imagine that is one of those things that never really Happened, y'know, what I mean?
Do you know what I mean/ What lies do you believe. It's out there some where. My old song.
I sang it for supper several times, now I just sing it for rent. Mortal minutes tick away, I need some place to grow that wont drown my roots and make my guard leaves yellow and lose pressure inside and bend to the point of
Rotting in the mud. I had a couple crops failed that way, back in the day. That first crop was all bullheads and tumbleweeds mixed with wild oats and grade school lies. I was glad that one rotted, not then, but later, when I saw
Some people die by their own sown seeds fructifing with a vengeance I did not know, some of their wild oats brought forth 20,40, 100 fold by the time they died, just a mortal minute ago.
In 2023, alone by choice. Finding these times alone
in the past, I have the future's promise, art intuition,
take the test, accept the risk, wake up
in context… appearing in your own confusion using
solar energy to imagine becoming worth enough
to be eligible for whole duty done, patience
perfected,
this is six years later, I am technically deeper in debt,
but that is the discourse agreed to at the guessing
session.
When I guessed it would be good if you could think so.
Thanks for reading this, the power to ask a reader to read an intentional I'll go rythm into life itself, this time any day is full of first time opportunities, to think
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