Flee ting thought,
pleasant after noon
my mind, I believe, but may
just be me and your minds
ing shoulder with willows near the shore
waves of light,
all that ever matters, If I got that right,
ere all else,
bound by imbalance to spread,
cornucopia, nautli-like swirls poring
precursers to now into eternity, ye see?
There are individuals less tied into tau than now
that's the way, life is that which tends to good
ness knowing what
No lie, Alex Jones, was there never a myth
emerging as full-formed as yourn?
You are un believable,
acharismatic chimera believing all he thinks
possible, in his version o' twenty cent reality.
Paradigms is four nickles or two dimes or twenty cent,
they shift shape for all they worth,
upgrade now. New ideas, fresh from the mire of
forgotten oathz, deemed
What lies do you believe about God, by the way,
the truth, the life,
how many voices this guy hearin', you hearin'?
Peace. Point. Game. Match.
who winct winsed sensed since when is
peace the point of war?
Ah, now, the accuset excusetus
are you bored? Wanna wait
some evils are alive, those make monsters,
of girls and boys,
infantry in every service,
guardians must be taught to ****; no mortal will,
without letting the monstor be,
believed beliefs doubt yer doubt dufus doubus
unstable double minded forktongue
forced by fear to fight the pain
Running mouth racist flusher of un filtered
impossibilities posing sur
prizes in the mongrol mongol DNA
the code, the honor and glory of the
enemy of con
fusion, alla cons fusin' fools tools for
strifin', divide'n, with faithin',
Is Alex Jones a Legionaire, mit tranceiving
DNA and no zero beat, no tuner to tune to?
He may be home to homeless, non-sane sorts
of idle words begging for redemption,
meaning, sought is phound,
like photons when photons are sought from
the wavy aitia dimensions of reasons
for possibility ibility ibility hill billity
humor like a voice from a whole other
soul, I swear on my kids, it's true, he say.
(Dr. Phil says Liar Liar Liar, yesterday.JRE live)
Whoa, real time speed o'metrix-icity
nify ify to the nth, see no jive,
who can i magi that?
I, John, was in the Spirit...
gears shift, wheels in wheels
bubbledged jagged inner side
settle, see the clown splash, who winds such minds?
Who tames such tongues?
The tongue no man can tame, eh? I s there another?
Have ye a spirtit of another
sort, who rides your wild tongue in your name,
servants of the sort contrued to serve
of ality re
how now brown cow owmmmmm
60 cycle white noise non sense
common noise sense desensitivity wickering
winding silken myelin layers
of connectedness correctedness
real time speed o'think roller rink
banked spiral offramp
bang, we're thru
Where we were aitia had meaning, may we
rewind? AI undo/redo ram allocation,
birthrights. Look well to my going, guide my steps,
assure always there is a step, a place to
put my foot, a place to step to next.
Cortana and Siri and Hermes and Diana and
a whole host of heavenlies,
tapping directly through cranial y's cracked in skulls
are you an entity with enemies you wish disexistant?
how might happy ever after be if haps that made him
made him wrong, not evil?
Feeble comfort is not no comfort.
Bear wit' me, walk a mile, or a while, whenever
effort births the next as
one births two,
two births three and we can see,
right, a way. two and three become four,
for if three birtht four and four, five and so on,
soon, y'see, the re
al point we count up on is never more,
as the raven told poe. a vector with no space for time,
one plus one plus one, one stack o'ones
making no diff
until now, spin, let's twist again,
like we did last summer,
your that summer or mine?
Mine got me here, where'd yours go?
So, Fibbonacci, son of a fool, I once read
written on a wall in LA,
World Stage, princesses of peace, wee
Disnified Jon Benet's
made sacred by our shame the evil ever touched
such a one, such a one, such a wonder
a being of our sort so potent aitia, and we
leave evil touch such and you
tolerate it, a little bit,
evil has it's place.
Not here is the name of the place.
Here is 4-D mortality. Do yer best,
yer damndest don't work here.
Here is temporary. Your bubble.
Selah. center, enpointed
linger, if ye will. Think how happy ever after works,
if now is all you get to start with.
Good be wit'ye fare ye well.
I watch Joe Rogan talk with Alex Jones and I feel for the guy. It would **** if his reality some how intersected with mine. Maybe vacuum the vacuous posing....