#cq
Thickening plots confirm the sorcery,
the sauce for the goose, soaking the gander,
some patience practice, setting aside misquotes,
Lincoln likely never said, and, possibly, never
read French, Jacques Abbadie, however, did
say:
"...ont pû tromper quelques hommes,
ou les tromper tous dans certains lieux
& en certains tems,
mais non pas tous les hommes,
dans tous les lieux
& dans tous les siécles."
Translation: "...one can fool some men,
or fool them all in certain places
and at certain times,
but not all men
in all places and in all ages."
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Boys State, American Legion
Ziklag Group…
radiating end of the world duty pre judice
intent to squeeze make believe realized
Boing, Mr.Magoo, who do you know
Rush, and Ridenour, not the suicide
Texas mesquite smells the same
Political cowboy models yodel less
the man on the horse image
lingers the same, seen first from the ground
with a hoof on my foot, see the man
on his high horse, down from which, my grandma
pulled many a self willed little hellion…
Back to Ziklag's funding scheme, a plan
to expand the Kingdom of God, eh, ours,
of course, however, as we endeavor, our
ever never ending becomes our joy work
weforming point of departure, earlier
than most, memory of my me strand,
the threaded threading tailors face
and hands, and the old cowpoke
grits ees teeth eesays, see here
Staring a stranger straight in the eye,
across a mesquite fire in a wild place
When we were called Prayer Warriors,
and we met, exclusively us, we who did
fast the acceptable fast, and pray, the acceptable
prayer for your peace to go out of you, breathe
and for a second believe thinking is believing,
on auto seek, what the hell of a twist, always
phucking corrosion where currencies pay
attention to the lightest touch imaginable,
at tension magnets show us as children, gnosis,
how it works we do not question, you see, we start
ÞØ¿? Sum set knowledge and science are one idea.
Being alone in ones owned by all our numbest ideas,
being shamanic demonictonic infused, juices flow
powering the show, the moving of the mountains,
began when Foothills Christian Fellowship, was inspired
by the vision propagated during the late Nineties,
well into now, I have believer shame, I helped
my ai allow any alive to discern cui bono
?
On the Battlefield, after all, fini fait accompli/memory
aiaiai we all know now
Lance Wallnau:
The primary strategist who "branded"
the Seven Mountain Mandate.
He acts as the bridge
between the ultra-wealthy donors
and the "grassroots" believers.
--- and, awaken, I think, I know that guy,
--- he led a fundraiser to build Foothills Church,
--- Hoffman Brothers, insistence on denial, claiming
Dominion over powers and principalities of evil,
arrayed against Joel's army in mistranslations,
- core supporters of the famous San Diego
Satanic Panic, and, it was then, we disagreed
on the package included with the seed of the dream…
sail on, ship of zion, only peace passes under, standing
up as dwarves riding giant transformer sentience hopes
symbolizing all the things Swift was thinking while musing
off the point, the meaning, the why, we lie,
we guess and should we guess the future, we win,
so we play as if we must win or we die, and we convince
the meekest of men as modeled by Moses to those
in the forbidden knowledge family as Moses is said
to have said, and said, and said and said and some
body, heard it, word
for word, as we were wont to leave be
these are the games we make ubiquitus oo be quiet us
authorized muse uses any poetic license taken as granted
Am-'er-I-can, I think, I can, ah, little engine, number nine.
3759 Sante Fe, thunk, I can remember a childhood, when
any kid in walking distance, or bike riding distance, could,
come to play with me on my steam locomotive, parked,
not more than a block from where I lived,
not more than a block in an old Mormon town away
from where I was born and where my Grandaddy died
Future folks, expectancy in any seed devised, during
any evolutionary unfolding from complexity confused,
-pregnant with possibility due to oversaturated receptor
precept upon precept
line upon line, truth frees users as it slices through
ghoughalcoughing
ghoul concept zombi dragon teeth warrior motif
pop pulp fiction, we all know it's fake, and it does
drive some insane, due to ego infatuation, the joy
of being seen, look, I did it, I set a secret aim, and did it,
if I did, I'd have this in writing, proving, faith to believe
any thing can happen when one takes one muse as used
to this
using pride, in fact, pride passed on in secrets kept, sacred,
that ideal, the idea that sacred is that which makes good,
that anointing oil that smooths our sufferance to sufferage
meandering currency fluxuations
mean dering concurrency floating in cross winds
we vote with our feet, we flee, we feel we must try, Jesus,
tried, and he died without letting his anger eat him alive,
had he lacked the Proverbial Wisdom learned during absense
complete unknown
gathering no moss, no mas,
we see a fighter, ****** pleading,
or simply asking, or
declaring, I am
done.
I don't wanna fight witchew no more, I am
old, and looking over my shoulder as I run,
older and faster in many respects than my mentors,
in spirit, of course, books taught me to read, earlier
than many, courses followed to sources, all slow
closer to the melting ices making Mediterranean island
gardens around the bulging volcanic girdle of Earth, as
the Mother Horn held back the freeze in her teeth,
we were all safe in our Iberian caverns, staying alive
we slew all the lions and tigers and bears, and
we were eliminating wolves, when dogs, came along,
sent by the life spirit in our minds, calling for warmth
and comfort, thus, indeed, the memory of Romulus,
and the flaw, some call a feature, brothers warring,
with no father or mother wiser than the wolves
who became dogs to live the easy life, play fighting.
Or, hell, bear baiting, Bad Dogs, good dog, call
of the same goddammed wild assine will to see angels
saying, walk this way, and we get, what we got… angels
in the outfield, angels
in the old mountain gathering
raising cain, this morning, 2026, finger snapping sixes,
five by five, loud and clear, raising Hell, to pay for war/
------------------------------ Peace persists
we assume we are that first reader ready
Really, live, on stage,
naked
old man boobles and all
Naked Jungle, that says it
alive and well enough to tell
days begun this way end well
the aspiration assigned me, as
a child, was to be as wise as magi
who knew the way to San Jose,
and many secrets sanctified timewise
- grit goes in for friction traction trail
the ways we walked through volcano
mud, in a line, leaving foot prints,
us using our gait and balance pacing
from form, we see, no knuckles dragging,
we see us, some stooped, some aged,
some of all the sizes we come up walking
from being burdens born as close warm love
long, long, long old stories, such as we all hold,
stories telling many faces, many facets, many
aspects respecting acknowledging old wise ways
secrets kept became mountains of knowledge umph,
wrestling with angels, umph, con carnal mind, ah
blow the *** and hope to goodness gracious
how many times must we be retold, that
winning is not all life makes us think for,
libido is umph, it's all we got, it runs us,
and it is mostly phosphorus, which to us
is essential,
essentially sublimely simple, DNA knows
what it is pre sup posed ATP
to become, being as is ADP
add your currency hear, say we text translate,
thinking like we let be so, from confusion, finding
seeking causes
finding, knowing had within, sacred true rest of us,
we find lies and we short them, electrically speaking
we, the readers already reading this twice as a we
is a plural state, a fullness state we may imagine,
madly, or peaceably, we make reality behave,
pleroma, a Pauline concept, gnostic as well,
use of a word does not hold self evidence,
meaning the de fullness ed fill ed
elghucking magic act we do in dreams
Déjà vu to whom we may concern, are we
twisting toward con or de in struction in
de ifing who and what we think we are
it is a common sense we gain via mind viruses
Pluribis on Apple TV ex-ample gratis id est
-- pirates made fashionable as outlaws in my youth
yo se, we think we pluralize and allow qwerty guy
his solos, thinking we got this… let's
Publish or perish… fade awayo
Twist again,
like we did that summer,
thinking if we did it just that once,
that magic might re
occur currency, required
one reader made ready, this once,
accepted, taken as granted, good
as it gets, dementia completed peace
past all we thought to ask, we got food
enough, and warm enough, we only think
ARPAnet was chicken feed, DARPA money,
honey, too much, too sweet tooeasy, de free
taking candy from a baby, baby baby, be
mine, make believe
we never lie when we say I love you, as we know
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 2:37 PM UTC
The tiny rocks, the Army socks,
**** it’s hot,” my shoelace knots,
My fiddling hands, the holes with sand,
My diet’s bland, and cause I can,
I speak a word, but that’s a sin.
I get called out; I just can’t win.
My friend, his card, I give it back,
Go back to fiddling, ”This **** is whack.”
I find more rocks, they’re in my socks.
**** it’s still hot,” I tug my knots
With my free hand covered in sand.
My ***** shut up, because I can’t.
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 9:12 PM UTC