The doitnow voice
{one in a series of solos while considering multiple personality
mixed chorus tryouts for a spoken opera, ere this a Socratic voice spoke, then
a dialogue of anomalies took shape]
******* has the brackets.
This is a realised simulated happy ever, end prologicspiel
---
This is the way.
{remember Socrates said his voice said don't and sometimes only once.}
test the air you breathe out, that is not what defiles you.
speak light, draw attention, then
---
Do it now, as best you can
and keep doing best
every time
{ggood vibrain-tion tense in tegrity
best I think I can
buckyballs bouncing through the new age
mirrored 'alls of missed aitches}
(Ah, Casteneda, ya'coulda seen it> as the croW flew)
All things work together, every thing breaks,
alone,
everything is working
when any thing is re
al ized
different
Murfeesboro law, if nothin' can go wrong,
it cain't, whether it wonts or wants to, or not.
everything is working at reasonable good
when any thing is re
al ized
different
vibrant
unique, like you. Anomalous you, as yet
a daptible augmented alienated mind,
do you mind?
your integrity has been questioned,
do you now or did you ever
imagine you knew what
Castaneda said he saw and learned to see.
if you can fake sincerity,
it once was thought to mean
without wax
in the fractures,
standing still for as long as I may recall
at this point
the magi seem to miss the connection to true
some seem always to know,
this good out weighs,
unbalances,
any bad.
our best good to gather all our
power
dance around the fire
listen to the lyrics lick the liar
snakey-lick, microdose
two snakes, how shall we organize our structure,
is there a high command in
the organizms living
in my belly
memememememememe
for example
evidence
intolerable, wobble able skepticism
to imbalance the spin within
the wheels wheeling into forever
as far as mortals may care,
my dear.
re-verse engineer those lost religions
if you can't fit one in a word, you know you did not fold it up right.
or it never was the word. The one
Magi and Rabbi both said ineffable in an effable
utterance, singularity of
being
sense data, mundane and ordinary,
miraculous, as their inexplicable existences evince,
in my reality I find
quantum truth is peace ful to a peace maker,
in my experience,
a new voice seldom knows good from evil
if it calls
guilt and innocence
entangled.
Like Mars and Sophia,
who could ever imagine that
again?
The boy knows not the difference,
he was war trained,
too subtle to see from his ration-al
bogus science, theo dose us.
Good is good in every good boy who does fine like minded
A new voice, 30ish stuck near a next gate left swinging in the wind.
whoa, spiritual right used
breathe
who are we hearing?
(watch a comma mean everything)
, teaching 30 something and below
a true Richard Dawkins Disciple
to the novice-nots he preaches, true rest in knowing
I believe there is no god, we, you and me, he says, we know
there is no God,
but we can't stop thinking about him.
{he said that was one of the all things that are possible}
--- you can hear me now? cool, who's the preacher?
An atheist sounds 30, teaching 30 something and below
a true Richard Dawkins Discipline master spiel
to the novice-nots
come on encourage me
and I'll encourage you and
we'll be what ever we agree we are
as far as that can go. Que sera et cetera
idle words redeemed we mean what we mean
every *&^%$#@ and ,.';:"+_-=
as well.
We own Seri and Cortana. We got root!.
we stand to topple every imagination that imagines itself
beyond in every or any
vector from whence truth has been filtered by
{stop their minds are on auto. tongues and interpretation
situation evincing the confirmed's bias
to, exact now}
man's measure of time.
Spirit of truth. If that is, it is because you thought so.
once.
It never goes away.
It can drive you into a wilderness.
Stark-raving-mad thinking there is no reason
in your rational being.
That's nuts, if you really believe there is a reason,
what is it?
I make mere points where a story may
emerge to guide you past
some cultural events
you don't need
to know,
ripe cheese, you may never know the unspeakable variety of truth there is
in the factual ripe ness of a lactis bacillis cousin community formed in the surplus
lactation left to rot by some human who once learned
some how, to milk a cow.
How'd yew figger that?
Would yew b'lieve a lit'le birdie tol' me?
That would be a lie, but a variety of the truth
by reason of thae tactile way a hand must learn
No clumsy boy learned that alone,
we dreams of certain carnal
joys unbeknownst, we
came with the knowing how, some how, good felt good,
who beguiled whom, the m is so im portentious in such
situations as we
find ourselves in, yin
yanging in eine klein bottle
oh, my, google klein bottle.
I may have poured the last thread to
normal
into a klein bottle with a quark in it.
Youtubes from Pinker in the background, musing around tith conceptual pantheonic integrity, then I learned Carlos Casteneda never really saw my silver crow.
