in my paradigm, a word to define
from now on such words,
you can lookitup. Yacoulda in 2019.
if you don't assume you
knew what that word meant when
phirst poured into me,
the idea in the word,
actedly as you act
ually allow true,
in the dom whence thy will is done, yknow?
presumptible words hold whole preconceptual
assumption of the neccessary fiction
Migration outa hell, the myth
That'll only getcha yea far.
Once a good idea has a man,
History sets the rules for maintaining our living culture,
(lest we forget, some animals is more equal)
but once manifested, the awaited ones,
groaned for in labour like,
the twentieth century
here we come
the good idea posse, plague on
userers and slavers and oppressors, and professors
confessing greed is the engine of
onward, as we were, we shall become
they say to the we we ain't.
We are robbers
of noble wisdom occluded behind tonsored and tenured
guild rules for heresy pre
Imps, good imps, impulses to do, right, sativa in
we take hold in mortal minds and lift the blinds on
things hidden from the foundations of the world,
now, all ye need is
-- a login and password, All the public lies unbelieved
-- from word one to right just now,
-- we un done 'em. You gotta know how to phrase
---a quest request.
-----is that a problem, are you offended that keywords
-----and key phrases,
----can open doors on no map of meaning you drew,
---- as magi were said to do?
ah, a door in y' back wall, o'yerown persian guarded den,
a glance o'er y'shoulder,
duck, crawl, through the wall
we chipped away some old mortar around
stones who can testify our right
to interupt re
ality, as you will
AH, I live in a Archetrope, as a sorta hippy hermit former farmer,
relative of the
Outlaw-Lawman Archtype Classes, decended from Tubalcain,
through Na'amah, ancient mitochondrial
valent in general hill folk
who tend to bake probiotic home-made
bread starter. I'm the idea. The idea that goes with
certain old recipes and those smells,
****** gluonic pro
but I am a recent roll-out, 5G.
We be given leave for
quarkish tricks with words,
if you can believe that.
Note to self: this is only funny if you presume to know
meaning's meaning as related by JBP. And then,
you laugh a liar laugh, as if, a little
levity leavened ye, f'crysoutloud, and yewerekewl,
you knew. Yeah, y'knew all them Jordan B. Peterson
You did read the whole reading list, right?
How childish a question have you lied
to answer, because, aitia, you did not know?
New values. Junk yard values.
What good's this thang?
That's a crankshaft, the piston rod connects
down from the piston, down to
that. Crankshaft. That one's for a chivvysix.
SO, what good's it?
Not much. The car it was in won't work no more.
on the border twixt known and un
the future scented in the past, orange blossum
special, borego super bloom
golden valley full o' poppies, in re
al life, already already, alright.
If you get the drift, blown in the wind back when poppies
conspired to sow seed in abundance beyond
the possibility of that now winter then
to sustain or even wake
2 in twenty,
back then when rain did not come until Febru
ary, and then, but a
pittance. Poppies and Bluebelles whispered into
pollen on the way west, sea,
see us from our wind,
next winter, we have sown our hearts out,
so send some clouds to start the spell,
desert bloomin' pollen way, so easy to see,
intagiios of life laughing in color for such as
find now enough, enough
to see and let be true,
and fly to learn to see as a silver raven could
with your eye,
your POV in sus
pected un belief.
the current or pre existant state
HA this is not one of those mytheries mystery
fectory confections one may buy
in many wee wide spots in the road,
where enough was enough
while ago. A previous and probable future
stable horizon of delight
no walls. The idea twisted into paradice is
from when the hearts of men had never been
deemed worth the effort to fill them with
you know, good and evil, plus why and how not,
you know, you know how, but you know
how not to, too. And any fool can learn in
life's most dangerous univers
ity ified as lived, breathed in'n'out exper
Winning and being may not be mistook past here.
Find that which has been lost
Find the old way, where good is. Walk it.
Find the message in the old words. Talk it.
Compliance or complexity. Not my job or ...
come to think...
Mentioning winning, maybe, yeah, ya'll'll gitit
My job, as a good gob of complexity eating juices,
fermented from trodden grapes o' wrath,
way back, when...
I was sung once, just
in an orange orchard, I was the the ******,
or dwarf who caught the idea
from the wanderer walking in the orchard to smell
the sweat and sing at the top of his lungs
Operetic otic baritone
is the evidence
is the evidence evidence evidence dense dense,
Jim Dee was Tonto and he, con sidereal authority wise,
considered us fools, who said in their hearts,
here is where all truth dwells. (they were children, then)
the dwarf in me caught the idea
Chuck Berry duckwalk air guitar singing high tenor,
Woe to the soul, what don't believe,
Woe, Sisyphus, roll it up'n' let'erole
evolve, little ****** beasty idea virus, roll out,
role on. That's the trick.Just be good for goodness,
that feeling, y'know. You got it.
Casting my bread upon the water, so ... we'll see, now, won't we?