Note to you: The rythymn-in-strument strums in stone geo-time.
To the drummers,
dis-passio ey okeh,
oboe join in mit piccolo on the hummingbird whistles
Breezes, in the shade of a great rock,
real life rock, granite composed of not so tiny grains
of ground up uther utter star-stuff, side-
real asif intended for goodness
otherwise, how petrified I'd be come imagining the forming
foundation of my life, as I know it,
it is un-believable, therefore
the riddle arrives after ever begins
and, word has it, dear reader,
is your word now.
You may believe anything you wish,
un-intended after math, after ever
Do you recall...
youth full quests completed alone?
Quests, Johnny Quest, Future Quest V.B.S.
believers, true believers being formed from childish hopes,
manifesting in grown liars stricken with
hidden child sym-drone
in the middle of booming thirty-something phase when
starts storing all the old stories,
building energy for the seventh decade fracture/crushing
soft blow breeze of free and easy musing re
songing a reason to belief
a realm where lies never die.
Recall the old days, balance
bubbles and crossed hairs and roads
Balance factors, bubble balancing lead weight,
the Whole Earth Catalogue
balanced by the weight of the roof on Notre Dame being
melted along with the rest of the Greenland Ice sheet,
so superman eyes in our skies can see to the bedrock on
The root of evil has reached this point
this is after all that. Time-wise, in the arrow scenario.
Fair tales always win, sh'eros live for your examined life'sake
--- ranting old men come running down stairs
--- the hidden child has arrived
The golden headed child, meek and cold
in buried treasure
chests opened one last time for quadrupal by-pass
--- He's a donor
--- givem awish foundation
--- make this sacred
Mi-da's, well, he wished again,
he wished he lived in inter-sting times entertainment-wise
inward touching times imagined
in the addled golden child
brought to life in a virtual, al-most verifiable asnot art,
very-fi-able, semper-fi-wise, if you
swore the oath. (It's a game, right, now game vows link for
in of by logic gated
mazes, do they? Amazing. ) See,
from above, as below, pretend you know
all things, you can imagine
in my bubble, in the absolute absense of your
let. that act do. let us, the objective aspect of we,
the people who hold those famed
troothz, verities of any examind re-ality-ifity-isms
self-evidence for we
be letting be, believe me, that's no lie, you can doit, you can, you can
and I accept we may mean more to me than thee,
hapt, in qualia quantumical if-I-ability
link us through
Disney-fictionation endo-crenalation, --||T|>>>--->
link that sparked the aitia ifiabe
fall from the well
on the mountain
jack fell downbroke his crown
tumbling after bling bling bling
--- the sorcerors's apprentice was fired
--- they found errors in his
We can forgive such over-sight.
Blame the mycelum clan
blame the clay eaters, no,
the clay wearers?
the clay bher-ers?
Ah, the clay bakers, fersher? Nae?
The clay, perse?
The dust we shuffle as we dance atop the stone?
The way of the rolling stone,
the stone rolled away,
the stone of the sysiphus-seen-hap-iuna
Blowing in the wind, lifted higher
Ax d'maji-yo, he know. 'Zeke 17, seven with a caballero v,
callit Macaronic be-bop
dodat, yankee doodle morph t' resound,
at the gates
no enemey ever breached. The key truth, is that,
believe it, if you think you may.
Macaronic language is text that uses a mixture of languages, particularly bilingual puns or situations in which the languages are otherwise used in the same context (rather than simply discrete segments of a text being in different languages). Hybrid words are effectively "internally macaronic". In spoken language, code-switching is using more than one language or dialect within the same conversation.