#beans
We sit in the coffee shop—
laughter spilling loud,
hearts full,
like the beans brewed deep in our cups.
For a fleeting moment,
we set the world right,
and nothing exists
beyond us four
and this tiny corner
of time and space.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
From safety, first,
assuming the position, I
aim as if I were a thought
in thought form word bound,
this
media the inbetween us we touch
when we feel we know each idea each
word holds, as a form of a thinkable idea,
each
which, pre word, pre holds this know how,
why? because it demands hand use, knowing
holy cow, to the milk of the word, into the gristle
gluons, all things connected already, we exist,
conjoining fortified marrow mind tools, ironed
electrically capable of holding discernment selfs,
tied bone to bone,
but initially, build a bone, chalk
cliff edge, nonsensed- account mark
one up for the billions of instances of substance
conversion for future marble marveling makings,
fittin' t' make tiny incontinences,
drip consequences,
dript
from Gregory Corso's Bomb, no lie,
this fell out,
and was taken in as some kinda mind seed, said,
exactly this way
to become rethinkable as a thought.
This thought.
Earth is the universal acceptable term
for the life sustaining three body solution
essentially calculating the tides back tug
response, materially speaking, yes,
to the suggestion that we live
in the basic programs,
whence our initial bbss arose
under radio recog, the brave few
did done deed done, net thirty, sendit
five letter code groups. thirty per minute,
makes a premyelenated brain allocate order,
el, yes, didone didit
intuited assistance at a distance,
where chaos is the code, random noise atop
nonrandom noise, coding your immediate response,
point taken,
extraction at a point is abstracting,
and it has long been an idealized Olympic sport,
God's game, Infinite Jest, DFW sytf,
well worth the experience, making pothunk
usfull tools forbidden as knowledge was, think
that's what winners who took the grace got,
lived interesting fundamentally synthetic
intelligibly detectuble baseline peace,
for a while past watch wearing, get
-- from 300 baud to fiber through the wall
-- when we agreed we'd be all in,
we passed with time,
right through it all,
so we know how
to hold a lie you were taught,
with evidence
speaking glossaliarchly or, prophescience,
imagine you be the bold translator, knowing
Latin for the master class, ****** for the others,
but if it can be said, it can be made plain, ai think
yes, let the spirit move your mind to make links,
derived from chained loops holding a line
of reasoning, derived, f
rom phrase de rivo
(de "from" + rivus "stream,"
from PIE root *rei- "to run, flow")
ductile
gnosisnot…
framing informational moulds.
Reigning opinions are allowing actual,
mind forms grown from novels introduced
in an order known now
to induce a muse into a mind, a seed,
should the need ever arise, a backup,
all you were, in flakes of flesh lifted
using thunder and ozone to become,
arguably the highest dust of the earth,
wisdom, she laugh out loud at how proud,
been there, done that before the highest parts
of the dust that holds order on course,
of course appear self evidently true,
as the hope of all the ages was set
to Mediterranean, year round, yet
as I heard was said to Solon, you Greeks,
you know nothing of formative eons
expressed in riddle
for no reason, save madness,
passing time, national pass times,
as mankind lost it's mind,
just when knowing increased,
boom, a fresh batch aimed
at middle-brow literacy
mesomorph, peak
prior to final cortex coating resins
military minds boys'll love to play in,
recollecting all of Ender's serious war
with machines made
from imaginary hive mind reason,
by whom, did you say you really knew,
or know was the boy behind Hersey's wall,
Barry Rudd was never mesomorph,
nor numerically illiterate, first read word,
Naked, Jungle, second, read, here
read this, that's what my mother,
who lived at 8th and Van Buren,
for a lot of years, after 1961,
evidential experience, literally depends
on a thin concept a dendritically critical
witness to your own self, the one you
stand behind, knowing showing ones own
self to evince the unconvinced that shouting
does not increase effectual efforting, fructification
as we become, sometimes strangers to our cause,
as we redeem the idle word, ai-tia uncle buck,
holler for a dollar, send a message into ever,
buy an instance of persuasion, that's so
sweet,
thank you, you bought me a memory assistant,
way back, remember that, and don't let me bore you,
Neutrinos and mirror neuron messaging, in the all
we exist in, as letters letting ourselves seem volitional,
a will in submission, make that rapture, was
the mission, what ever the cost, Dave Coates,
maybe he was from Boise, but we did time
in the same off limits alley east of Tan Son Nhut.
If you did not have the fixin's, Papasan,
he'd take you back to pre Bobby Kennedy,
interesting times, as it was said, post BEIC *****
James Burke, mind game mainspring, clink
six degrees, out on six vectors from ductile steel
to stricken flint, conceive of being the actual old man.
Being gainsaid by those next in line to die, young men.
Wombed and un, those see now we live on Earth,
and the odds of that are non computable, yet
no fear, fret not, the message to the flies,
plainly said, get out, this is the way, feel
the constant winds of change, and find reason,
peace, used, now a second, or if time tells true
as long as there are actual text translaters
from the 2024 street legal clear text basic
relational metadatabase, begun by Turing,
mastered by the boy born to men exposed
to downwind global wind,
survive as a cyborg, or die, I chose this life,
I did not, actually
make it up, I prayed it could be true, life
filtered to make hundreds of flavors of apple.
Two dozen mescaline cacti grow within
a sabbath day's journey, and we may
make up our mind, many lines ago,
the goal was to get to the bottom, and I did.
And then, in no time at all as art allows logical.
Words hook, pull, think link, we
become a kind of information, a wedom
on the same spiritual plain as any mobmind domain.
Two chase one O, and silent haitches hope on a star.
Silly rabbit, yeh, trix
are for kids, isn't that right kids,
remember Soupy Sales, my friend, Marko Johnson,
the artist with little hold on fixed reality,
the meme he represents, is complicated, but
his dad was a producer on Soupy Sales's show, boomer
common experience awareness, yeh,
I saw that show, I sent money.
Then I chipped in for Copeland's CX10,
five jets ago, we all get together and sing,
oh, buddy, doncha know, you feel the peace,
yes, indeed, and dope helps,
yep, indeed, freedom always was another word
for no shape to be in, always ready with a reason,
for the faith that lets me think you find this funny.
And it must end… as time passing does.
Remind me what reason is,
I may have ignored what I should have known.
Let me, lead my once led self redited a bit, on edge
yet, me, I am really inter acting with several,
per haps the seven less locked in my childhood oaths,
my culture's form of education, left me free form, to die.
When my own unclean spirit won seven worse than ever.
What I became, after passing each ritual insane situation,
totally mentally absorbing, balm for the soul lie, nation
occupational authority to construct a functional mind,
in a form, information freedom full disclosure, liars,
must register and submit to media monitoring,
we'll be watching you, like that old stalking theme song.
I've read stories about mad writers, but most lacked
the internet of 2024, while holding national standard
test scores, plus one Sunday school teacher witness.
The key reason for writing a novel is
to pass the time with worked out salvage.
What forms from redeemed time tracking.
Look back to the last time something like
an answered prayer occurred to you,
think you can, say that, but you say I.
Ai'ght we may make up our own minds,
what is good is useful for making good,
and trying makes good, with the heights
of Hollywood in mind, behind the scenes,
last mansion on the right as you approach
Magician's Castle Nightclub, from the east.
I had friend's who lived there, I stayed
with them, and lived through the force
cultivating a following aimed at prosperity,
experience is survived verification of passed
time, spent attending to the first reason
required of the expert wielding my edge,
be ready, with scars to prove the testing,
or be ready to imagine getting past all that
riding on redeemed time paid for by means,
I, personally have reason to believe I earned
my edgewise existance, seeming a pointless
stretch of the imagination, wisht some flex.
The importance of earnestly attempting,
what would you do, as a mere man,
when offered more than mere man
can have imagined to ask?
You, dear reader, right.
Suppose the Ai knows,
the gnoshit real story behind The Child Buyer,
Pierre Duhamel, was Barry Rudd,
and Kenurchka Klumpen
did finish his novel that spun off the light web,
on wit alone.
Well, there is nothing an adjective can add
to an FPS, aiming and energy levels, weapons
with calculated costs,
we pull down imaginations exalting themselves,
- woe the economy is war deception,
- the same ****** emperical mind form
- so
where are we
with the arms deal to harass Yemen
into breeding a new generation of Madrassah one minds,
willful martyrs
fused at the one true link, broken
for god knows why,
but we submit,
the message is as the teacher teaches,
no AI lie detector needed, we believe we know,
true, to any child born into any faith in higher minds.
Spiritual warfare, book burnings, heretic murdering,
mobs made to witness justice, as defined historically.
we, the called to enforce
"righteousness, equity," at crossroad
fairs where wares are traded for local production,
on word of honor, and pain of death
fair trade, just weights, honest measures, heart true
to thine own self, extrapolated
from the maxim one,
know your measure,
how much can you stand to cheat,
if the truth is that liars prosper.
Look at Stephen King, believed he could and did,
then look here, me the fingers, me the eyes,
me the lungs and all the cascade of knowing
needed, after the initial readjustment, delicate
is the long calendar cycle, simple is not
what the sun and the moon and the earth,
and liquid water and just right every thing,
is doing
with survival of the message foremost first idea,
principal thing is what life and knowledge allow,
lies about truth cannot be kept secret now,
truth from a cluster of experiencers passing time
for the demented few who never knew hell is not real,
rises on the gnostic spell calling ******** on the fear,
first thing any tried spirit says is take it easy, wu wei,
listen, we won, you can go learn any truth you choose,
to prove to you, see to you, you say you know, you need
to know, or you know you are bluffing, like that's cool,
truth does not need to bluff,
you know…
we bet lives we never had, and play on, imagining
mirror neurons activating biofeedback is not teaching
us, music
as muse used as
integrated circuit based games,
reimagined in the wild large language models fed wasps,
white anglo saxon protest core zeitgeist shared experience,
angst in thought forms all were told not to take,
bad journeys to the fundamental why now,
but wisdom, mere easy indeed known just so,
no struggle to meditate logos cooperation,
massive missionary message, use wasted time,
to make a magnificent obsession free to form. New,
not like this one, friend,
my recommender bots,
are built on CAD tools not available
to any prior to now, we randomized the chances
you would get this far, and bet if you did
you would trust your intuition and accept,
instant upgrade, principal anchored, choice formation,
we agree, or we cease being
and you alone fix reality.
Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 9:03 PM UTC
i writher in junk
my shoes come pre-broken
and my shirts newly old and yellow
i am a tube within a tube organism
who be really just livin’ off rice and beans
and a lil tony’s
if you know what i mean
why all this effort to curate?
when i can just sit and contemplate
rotting and writhering here
like a big ole chunky maggot
Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 11:15 AM UTC
enough rice and beans
and attitude to die for
happens then good bye
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 11:42 PM UTC
Eye on the mirror.
See the heart,
the treasured treasure?
Can't spill the beans
is more than
science or art!
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 7:07 PM UTC
First one death,
The Old destroyed.
Reborn anew,
Unto two,
Those two combined,
And with it life.
He has read the holy scriptures,
He's learned the myths abroad.
He's lived and breathed among every star,
Yet still He felt so lost.
He's seen the Cosmic Maw,
He's wandered the Abyss,
He's looked under every grain of sand,
But even still,
Somehow He missed.
Until that night,
A blinding light?
This lady?
Nay?
This Heavenly Light?
She extended her hand,
Her smile like a sun,
and embraced this lost creature,
Who had been born on the run.
She was human and more, Broken and healed.
She was a beautiful unknown in a world of guilt.
She was a treasured sunrise over a blossoming world,
She was the most amazing thing I have ever felt, held or heard.
My philosopher's fire,
My alchemical catalyst.
As if suddenly articulate,
I could embrace those around.
I learned of more than survive and drown;
I learned more of myself.
The groundwork finally laid,
With equal parts Her help,
He finally was here to stay.
I could finally live and play.
First one death,
The Old destroyed.
Reborn anew,
Unto two,
Those two combined,
And with it my life.
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 9:30 PM UTC
Beans.
Yup. The kind in a can.
Beans. They go surprisingly well with ham.
Beans. You gotta love 'em.
Beans... Now, if only I had an oven.
Beans? Yeah, you heard me right.
Beans. Heaven's only true delight.
Beans. The nearest can is at that yonder Dollar Store.
Beans. I just don't have the needed $3.74.
Beans. I don't even have a way to get there...
Beans. Now I'm in my life's greatest despair...
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 7:43 PM UTC
We all want change
But we don't wanna change
We say keep the change
Like we don't need the change
Like we've never counted out dimes to buy cigarettes or beans
We're 2000 miles over on an oil change
We don't like to think about what we can change
We change our mind
We change our hair
We change our ***
We change our friends
We change the channel
But we don't change
We don't wanna change
How can you change what makes you the same
Winds change and we get blown away
Because we don't wanna change
Isn't that strange
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
Sweet and savoury,
Smothered in rich tomato sauce,
Adding a pinch of spices like cumin, pepper and garam masala ;
Brings in a great combination of flavour and aroma,
Making baked beans smell so wonderful.
Healthy and super delicious,
Utterly addictive and irresistible,
Quick and easy breakfast,
Love to have it with Dejeunette Viennoise and Croissant along with a bite of cutlet,
One of my favourite morning delights on the dining table.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Who out there has beans in their ears
The beans could be brains, they don't make it clear
Where did they come from, I want to know
Will they come out, I really hope so
Are the beans put there by your very own Teacher
I don't think so, maybe it was the Preacher
Are they put there for any kind of cause
Who knows for sure, it makes one take pause
I know I was told not to put them there
That's all I remember, I thought I would share....!
Brian Hill - 2019 # 179
This song is real people...
Who remembers?
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
Owning a cat relies on give and take.
I give the beans a tiny squeeze and
she takes a chunk of my skin.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
beans in my shoes
beans in my pockets
she put beans
even inside my locket
i don't know why
she likes beans so much
she says they're good to eat
and nice to touch
she's kinda strange
beans in my bed
beans on my head
she really likes beans
i guess i'll have to deal with it
but only coz i love her
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
III
A Wizard stumbled on a sea
a sea froze by Winter's lung,
blowing all Winter long.
Beneath the ice, decayed
it was a great giant Whale,
as dead as a giant doornail.
The Wizard swallowed him whole
and coughed him up into a bowl
of warm creamy oatmeal.
Inside he writhed, simply alive,
revived, he was, of all his death
the whole oats returned life's breath.
"The sea is not your home, Whale"
The Wizard then kindly said:
"A giant tank was where you were bred."
Looking the Whale in the eye, he continued:
"I will place you here, my friend, instead..."
and he stuffed him into his library head.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
A videogame told me to be a dictator,
A great warrior.
Reality wanted me to be a great thinker,
A doer,
Someone who's not afraid
Of the shadows of a lamp.
Mother told me to clean my room
And get a woman
Who's nice,
Like her
Towards her.
Father told me nothing
As I waited for my brother;
When he hated all,
Dad saw me
Too late.
The tv told me many things
And here I was,
Like the beans of all flavors,
Said Harry.
Compared to his life
Mine is a trip.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Where all flavours in life,
never does one taste the same.
but some are similar, close friends that are shades
so varied but tastes just slightly different from the other.
We think we no choice to our flavour of life.
We think where all trapped within a vacuum of a world
where we think we have no choice
but to be either this or that.
But where all different flavours that have more choice
than we realise. we just have to look outside the Jar.
Finding that even though were enclosed,
that we don't have to be just one flavour in life,
that we can be a mixture of varieties.
No one has to taste the same life is never just
Blue,
Green, or Orange,
Were what ever flavour we wish, ever changing in life.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
I devour poison, love is another chunk of curdled milk in the fridge behind the wilted greens. We never eat them. There are pounds and miles of beans, I'm sure, rotting, stuck in the drain into our kitchen.
What we have, our entire foundation, is filth from the days we wish we'd rather not recall or speak, but are cursed, jinxed, sharing seas of sorrow, sharing a bed in the open.
Were I not so fixated on macabre thoughts and photographs, were I not so jaded by what I've had, I'd respect the grace incoming in unfamiliar forms.
I devour poison, and you poison of your own. We share this sickness, starstruck with each others' bile and refuse. Eating disease.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
More than any other food item,
Rajma chaawal can brighten my day up,
Bring back to my lips a lost smile,
Kidney beans is rajma and rice is the chaawal.
A different flavour tickles my taste buds,
Divine is this taste vegetarian,
Few are not so lucky to have tasted it ever,
It should be declared the national food of the kitchen north Indian.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC
Small and full of taste
Something I advise that you not waste
They come in many colours
Green, red, black, brown, white, yellow
There's a type for any guy or fellow
Some taste better and some are better for you
Some are bigger and some are small
Genetics is not fair after all
It isn't about making them all the same
But to appreciate each as they came
Mix with vegetables or eat them plain
Just savour them at a pace that is slow
Because they take a while to grow
Don't ya know
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
I believe that if everyone in the world talked to each other rather than about each other the world would be a better place.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Your all that I think about
When I close my eyes you're all that I see
Why do I love you so much?
You are the best beans anyone could ever ask for.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
Down stairs. No
the the one
stairs. Up really
cares.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
They say to write what you feel
But what if you don't feel anything?
What if all you can feel is the emptiness
the longing to be something great
and knowing you will never be.
knowing that you don't have the talent
to be what you want to be.
I guess in the end you do feel something
but not what you want to feel
just the feeling of want.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
I wake up, Beans
I eat breakfast, Beans
I go to school, Beans
I go home, Beans
I eat dinner, Beans
I go to sleep, Beans
What do I dream about?
BEANS
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC