A weizaskid ax me what I mean,
I say, you know,
what I mean.
You always wishtto go my way stretched out,
as a bubble to be in, all ways, as in nine
more than you imagine,
-- war was a bad idea.
-- corrected it at the finger print of intention
woven into the complexity
code-wize and wiring wize and interpretation
wize domain of all the tells,
signals heart and brain call true,
the health of my countenance, word spikes true
needed to play the game honestly,
sharp, intentionally, prickly oblesky thingy do
symbols seen in places related to DC
ideo game eatery franchisees
owned in a golden archetype,
rock candy mountain
- pop -
poke a point into a slit anticipating just
we made a ripple if you smile, non one else need
you imagine they al- stretcheit- all read
y known now is deeper than eve imagined
when she saw she knew everything about nothing,
tricked, ******, been guiled, guilty, you know,
this would really help Atum get his kuriosity collection
suggestions for more good than we knew.
We, in Eve's Ish-aww mind, mitomom of us all, we
the survivors of the most recent
common gene pool reduction event.
We share the plan that forms the batteries we
and reuse and restore and replace,
at a maddening pace, thus the commonsense
allocation of most awareness to
soul or spirit, consci used autopoeisish awwtyahll know
-- the y must be evil beings who have power to fuggup ever
and you know this
We can imagine no reason to just allow war to ify as a proud
child takes credit for burps and farts
- we won, cut the **** about being offended, be good
- or die a miserable loser being 1950's mean.
-- eh - where's the dichotomy, is the y's no reason to form a duality of
honest'godas I write, it thunders over Long Valley Mountain.
I realize you must have read this far and I am home again.
Standing under the viaduct at Exit 45, I-8 East.
And it feels like 2020-real happened.
And it is cooler than it was
I wonder if meandering old men mean peace
in the valley and my idea of the long
you know, the one you think you gotta walk,
even if you don't wish to,
even if you wishtnot to,
you transverse it from one end to the other,
one direction flow, like 1-d DNA,
unmazing engineering on par with the intention
displayed in the hook of heart field and mind fields,
genius, knock-knock jokes are a natural, deploy them
who is there, let them ask?
Thunder in the mountains in August.
This is totally good mohkus, my friends.
At this point. All is well enough all we can pay sharp
focused, non default scatter brain meandering old
white head, my my my myelinated
brain allows a thought to age,
as bourbon in charred oak,
the longer the systems have been on ever after
time when time shall,
not will, I see, shall
I say, be no more. Null set was imagined for this moment
to arrive. Selah.
Rain storms in August in the Lagunas are Joyous desert moments, knock knock riddles matured for fifty years rise up to speak of psilli imaginings we knew.