Now, a new stream, new persona at the keys, perhaps,
we go with it,
a team thing, the old boys, who were never serious,
'til the end, amazing
grace, 'n'all that... they meet the guy that was gonzo
for Jesus, the proto-type, maybe,
but now, he's mellow, got the basic boomer
sub urban rural typical tv family of the decade types
of stories forming pustules in stages
sure to be virulent
if one of 'em pops.
Jesus, what if it got out.
Right.
That easy. Peace in the midst of chaos,
the perfect circle in the wide part of the dark paisley,
yinyangyenyank twang twang bang
stradivarian wood, we froze our buts off dis
covering the never hidden, merely,
yet to be known, sealed knowns
known in physics and biology
'n'mythical synchronal stars
all things working right on
deconstruction
zones
sorting pieces of the plans,
we have 8 strands,
3 have marks from the cain diet,
2 y carriers hold mods
from the fires
of both Tubal and Jubal, so they hold
the intuitions,
these are the sybils we were sent to make clear.
Is this clear.
Texting leaves records, as does light,
time is written in light.
May be.
So,
in the direction of the spin, we lean,
and the yingyangthang rolls,
just like ol' sisyphus's rock, perpetual motion,
with a will to live,
leaving be,
I believe you shall eventually come from under the umbrella.
I am defining my terms,
in preparation,
making up a myth, to play with, to see if ifity is as I imagine,
as enjoyable as any creative urge indulged,
in the post truth acknowledgement
beginner's pool. No disconnection here.
Look, quarter in the telescope,
out there, we are beyond all you think or ask
potentialities,
you believe the Bible, you believe me, we words
to the wise enough,
evil is as evil does, not as evil thinks it does, it lies.
I shared a sceptics view of trump and was told by a survivor of the pensacola miracle that I ought to repent of my pernicious ways, and he played right into my record of days
