Weave we've woven a web...
What I said, what I said, what I said
we been sayin all a long
Oh the futurists mythed the inter-resting-time
This man fears population explosions, he is speaking in 1991,
I'd built my great 100 by 75 miles ten stories building resting place where ten billion story tellers could hide and watch whaat's
By then, decades before, in the desert twixt Vegas and L.A.
I asked this guy who actually wanted in my pants,
I sat on the window silly V double you, did he know,
I asked, no, I told him, after I had been starring at the stars for some time, this time that'ime, when I think about it,
I told that guy the whole world was waiting,
await'n' the frontal cortex maturation of the sons 'oGod.
I said "and I'm one." Don't touch.
My private calfornia became my private arizona and neo and river chose idaho, ( no, that idaho, that was a movie-story)... not part of the rite
that was the legend of the clan, when we had electrix. That ride set an I'll-go-rythm of if/then/else switches to HIGH honor if-ic.
If you can keep your head... the rest, true rest, is history.
we know a voice who swore he was there when "Been there, done that"
eternal cliche of the gods.
We are participating in the future. We are thinking.
that hapt the same night as the discovery of the perfect-ish
four sided pyramid of charcoal brickets burning one
at at at a time
touch another to the glowing pile on the sand...
why are ficts so far from the facts in the matters that matter
re-lig-em leg-it-am-it-all, damitalkenslowdown
so re-lig me to my ide-idea, beware
We seen this coming do you? This is thirty years ago we know, this we know this we
we are in sanity, as insanity is the only way to packitin
sane sorts of things that all must touch in order
main sane. You know, you know. That makes lying im-possible or null-possil-be
Word.Righton. Trooph truckah! ToA allaway Found
a calico cat of the old school sawdust variety.
if you see her, please de-if her re-onance, it's chipped.
You can keep her, if I can say such things here and not be thought an ownery old cuss,
clammering through empty lobster tails to see what the attraction may have been,
Back. Then we are no of track or trail, etched acid canyon of silicon paved with godelsufferingold, by golly, I'd be live if I could see my way clear to walk such streets at
the speed of light
no, gravity and no, too slow,
ought... that's a thought
not... that's a thought
ought... that's a differ'nt thought, takes time...
that's a thought you could spend thinking it. You get nowhere.
now and then we find clusters of ideas in time, as if they buble from some spring in the headwaters of the mind we matter in
Der Lesenmann, bitte, kanst do lesen? O h, dear reader, take my hand, my phantom hand, the one I never lost, tell me
did you enjoy our journey, so far...
Weave a ways, weave a ways to go. If this and that cross
we may hear what that preach meant to say, thaat day
o'visitation, way back when.
olden time. grand mals time to meditate sign-ate de-sign-ate,
Dada do we know when we know, when we are two and the past is, too.
Papa do you know the big bang is the answer everyone found, in the olden days when you were ten?
Oh I read about that backthen, I was twelve. Weekly Reader kept my gang informed, or Me, and I told all my friends, my listeners who did not read but needed to pass the current events test.
Now, we all a passin' those ****** one time at atime
Upon my word, begin...
This sprang from a 1991 discussion about the world wide web, in which Terrence McKenna Ruper Sheldrake began to imagine the world we live in post Y2K and 9-11 and 420 and Prop 64, where are you