Tall tales, memories inerradicated,
other times, no other truth, all possible things are;
all impossible things never were,
all reroes religate the religious use of truth, in
the truth frees, but this is the beginning, is it not?
This is the first time your mind found a way
into a common legend
of times when all minds spoke one language,
languages are difficult to perfect but first need known
fear, known sooner than patience, is wise-being,
the result of the author seeing how a lie
could get out of hand and imagine an
impossible thing for too long a time.
Madness is the first word I learned for this state.
Imogene, who smote her hubby with a hammer,
ha,ha, ha. that real already was written in another
lie I lived through to now.
We sold them, they bought us. We owe nothing.
We earned our keep, and may I say,
with professorial non-chalance, this is the price one pays
when the script calls for attention,
you were about to mention the state we abide in, when
in default mode
mind wandering, not at all mindlessly, very mindifly, I
flee the pun
ish ment no harm, tis the charm of that wheezing old chump,
d'ja tell'em one, did they
survive. It seems most don't. Most of youse used to gititon
gititup gitiover on the other side,
flip the coin
time and chance, one day up, one day down, depends
on do darkness count as day or not
time being related to states of stop,
stop states, as
sleep states, to the fractal degree of hypernation of
indignation, kanyedigit, digial assistence
did you jump in
we be we be we be
balancing factor, at your service.
Where we wish we was...
And we have lift off, the novel is commited ancillary act gotten to gather idle words to fess up, give account, what are you worrth, we don't give dams, spark until the fire stars, I always say.