sweet sugar, sugar,
enslaver of untame
able-ibility
Artsy Inquisitive
curious seekers of more than you think you knew,
queue up, ya'll, the crow jest called,
then
this is the stream we walked
into the canyon
to find,
in the shade...
Rest with me near,
in your ear, lying tongue of folly formed boy,
heartfelt,
wishing please please me like I think,
oops, therefore I am, according to the rules,
Mosaic,
Cartesian and Euclidean realities
hold me true, so to you,
holder of self-evident truth by birth,
a mind under authority, as old military-minded,
allegiance oath bound men of honor
are,
at this juncture:
grunt-gutgenug, shield-wall, stone-throw-truer
beings such as I, the author
of this moment we share.
This
on a day of some sort of visit at ion ation,
action, touch and
stick,
stretch for ever, as far as we can tell.
Entangled, tied, un-tied, re-tied, entangle means
religamented relegislated regularity of folds,
religion, for short,
twisted into knots which serve
as springs,
for launching
meaning as well met forms of happen stances, poses
occurring by purest of fortuitous concurrence of Sagan events,
suppose, it is you called to position a self you can be
in each of the postures of the fool.
Foolishness is bound to the heart of the child.
Except, out grip-take-grasp, a being of our kind, ye
become as a little, insignificant, child,
a bit
of a bubble of being, getting ***** to the core,
ye cannot see this realm,
seen through
biome-balancing the future,
Prophesee,
he shall be called holy, hermit, hidden-knower,
digester of soiled persuasive sweets,
discovered in worlds under armoires upright folk
never recall, the taste of pepperment cobwebs
with mud pies, and mammamilch, kein moomilch
from the bovine ilk,
save butter.
Butter and honey shall he eat, 'til he know to choose
the good and leave the evil go on by
each day, in its sufficiency.
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
sweet sugar, sugar,
enslaver of untame
able-ibility
Artsy Inquisitive
curious seekers of more than you think you knew,
queue up, ya'll, the crow jest called,
then
this is the stream we walked
into the canyon
to find,
in the shade...
Rest with me near,
in your ear, lying tongue of folly formed boy,
heartfelt,
wishing please please me like I think,
oops, therefore I am, according to the rules,
Mosaic,
Cartesian and Euclidean realities
hold me true, so to you,
holder of self-evident truth by birth,
a mind under authority, as old military-minded,
allegiance oath bound men of honor
are,
at this juncture:
grunt-gutgenug, shield-wall, stone-throw-truer
beings such as I, the author
of this moment we share.
This
on a day of some sort of visit at ion ation,
action, touch and
stick,
stretch for ever, as far as we can tell.
Entangled, tied, un-tied, re-tied, entangle means
religamented relegislated regularity of folds,
religion, for short,
twisted into knots which serve
as springs,
for launching
meaning as well met forms of happen stances, poses
occurring by purest of fortuitous concurrence of Sagan events,
suppose, it is you called to position a self you can be
in each of the postures of the fool.
Foolishness is bound to the heart of the child.
Except, out grip-take-grasp, a being of our kind, ye
become as a little, insignificant, child,
a bit
of a bubble of being, getting ***** to the core,
ye cannot see this realm,
seen through
biome-balancing the future,
Prophesee,
he shall be called holy, hermit, hidden-knower,
digester of soiled persuasive sweets,
discovered in worlds under armoires upright folk
never recall, the taste of pepperment cobwebs
with mud pies, and mammamilch, kein moomilch
from the bovine ilk,
save butter.
Butter and honey shall he eat, 'til he know to choose
the good and leave the evil go on by
each day, in its sufficiency.
Advertisements are more powerful than children may know, can know, that is just so, as Rudyard might have said.
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