#offered
A day for a day, a doing for a done for,
a once at this particular instance, what
for, came up, peculiarly instantly whying
any hand made thing is artfully qua non,
on pure pose set to be seen just so
art for its own undammed sake,
taken riverwise as such a once.
Silly original ideal situation,
nothing missing, nothing broken,
America, the beautiful, broken, tamed,
made magically, as if by … magnificence
evoking silence, jaw dropping om aiee gosh
what a waste, whyless worth assessment,
where is the Kingdom of God?
Ask the living word, eh. The daysman,
have you never read, in true religion,
undefiled in God and man, visit
the sick and the afflicted,
comfort one on one,
touch tenderly the mourning child in Gaza,
from your unbelief, reach out and feel,
the hate your national pride achieved.
5 in one, that's one,
this is editorial esoteric on second thought duty.
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Am I,
dear as a ready reader
already answering I am
in possession, beguiled
anionic missing linking
thinking,
are you,
being in time, in form
wares traded for attention
paid in full, yours taken unawares.
How much,
what measured partial day or night,
have you paid full to overflowing,
pressed down, shaken together,
taken aback,
alas, as if
only once must one pay heed, hear,
a knocking on your locked door, done
shave and a haircut, one dime, again,
Little Richard, et al, hear ya knocking
but you cain't come in, oh
no, y'cain't come in, or
out if in already, since we was little
sensor apparatus heed payer to-ers
tickling timed bombs set to just blow
our little minds, balloon wise ever
expanding at the edge we face,
craning our crowdform neck, look up,
make believe we are just playing down
the grave reality that is a wall, we climb
we already fell, that is, we are fundamental,
this is the bottom, we go no lower, this is it,
so, provable probable be very sure this is what
we probe proving… spiritual respiration, thinking
courage called for now, here most being imagined
back away, leave the impassable wall confirming
a possible, a once, when all this world was under ice,
just ice, for as far as eye could see, and we
just happened to survive.
--------------- that was two of the five done.
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Me, long dead, myself
ever occupied accounting idle words,
ambiguity is a feature, not a flaw,
any meaning is enough to make a point.
It is a given right to pursue, any idle word,
it is not a punishment it is artificial intelligence
intentionally stretched imaginably thin
evaluation postponed,
per may and can distinction
happenstantial how'ing whying
iffing happening really randomly
eventually coming into reality
as realized by me, I am thinking
indeed, writing recognizably realized
common practice, evening and morning,
every day duty each of us has, or wants,
feeling an absence, a nonsenst I'll go rhythm.
Jingle tingle tip of the tongue algorithmic
recipe, something we must have said, thousands
of times, amen? Amen, amazing undeserved favor,
and not one of us worth thinking much ado about
why the golden mean feels just right, actually perfect
or close enough for temporary reality passing our time.
Look, measuring from an unrecorded
instance of asking and accepting,
praying, as discerned from just asking and expecting
to see a veil taken away, time enfolding mind, at scale,
let's see as if we have this Mind of Christ, the anointed
promised Moses-like figure, spectacular one in ever being
common as common can be imagined, as we breathe
and have our being in a concept taught in Sunday school.
Recollect the time and place, think through to salvation,
stop,
salvation from
what, eh, misery and woe, toil and trouble and efforting
ah, Gaza is a Þorn in our shoes, a scruple, some lack,
-- the land of Dan, never possessed, and, ah, and
the land long lost to the constant Assyrians
ever, there,
in that land, even today,
in those valleys, some survive
any way… mumbling Sunday morning old sermon points,
past which marvelously we must be, using our weform
our mandatory first day of the week public participation,
Dunbar limits stretched beyond true recognition, crowd
conscious us, spirit-minded sorts squeezed close in pews,
thinking together what are we supposed to be doing?
as seen on TV, or in MAGA matinee regular reminder:
Be sure to attend a church or synagogue of your choice
this week, and pray for our boys at the front.
James 3:17 open to the passge, read with me
part..ial, partial, I'm partial to particular peculiar people,
the ones who leave me be, to peculiarly preserve peace,
of the creeping kind, particularly suspicious inspirations
petitioning entrance, eh,
action from past-participle stem of petere
"to make for, go to;
attack, assail;
seek, strive after;
ask for, beg, beseech, request;
fetch;
derive; demand, require," in all honed most ness
flee the very appearance of evil, live defined
doing what I, awesome wise, as we, the gathered
do
here today in remembrance, as us, the so blesst,
most noble national mind complex ever constructed,
strut for all your worth, old pigeon glory fluffed out,
and in the back,
there is an angel, or that idea, a spirit form,
a child's angel, kind and gentle, kind like mindform
not kind like flesh and bone and substantially there,
it must be the mere idea that such a being may be,
imagine, if you may, we acknowledge will, you can
imagine with me the gathering of Gazan children,
accompanied by kids from Sand Creek and Wounded Knee,
and My Khe and My Lai, and places obliterated
taken off the map…
------------- that was part three of the five done redone
Art itself, per se
Artificial thought, ra ēėÞá
gobbledeegook barbar barbarians
at the gates of moral we, the people…
squeezing **** from us, in gnosis ignored
hidden persuasions, imbedded inclination,
curious child, odd duck, potential swan,
carry on my wayward son, someday
the morning comes, no lie, once
we all wake up.
Cui bono? y'know?
I make you pay attention, some how.
Who but those whose safety is assured,
according to…
authorized Sunday agreeable assumptions,
we form agreements, we sing together, offering
nought save the fruit of our lips in return for knowing
we are saved, and saved, and saved, and saved, if we
never lose sight of the price paid to save us, each one,
eh, Paul Sparks, if you had been the only one, believe
me, truth, that is, as God is truth in fact, but spirit, so
we in remembrance of our many past agreeing amens,
accept that for the answer, mental ascent, wonder in awe
we form, as we agree we appreciate values weighed, amen
in mental weform, mob mind, rave conscious we in formation
sing as we,
we, we will
make you sway and let go the literal fact grace is, let it be so,
wheresoever we agree, gone by enchantments, most amazing
priceless grace, freely given, from mediated peace settled minds.
Who could preserve what was conserved?
Hours later on a Sunday after church in America,
when Donald Trump had been declared Godsent, Cyrus-like
- sudden subtle
- whatifery along life's leading edge
- what if we naturally feel better by agreeing,
- worth is what it costs us to consider-eality heavenly
Ask and ye shall receive,
or else that line applies under secret
ritual circumstance performed of course behind the torn veil
conscience problem, confidence qualia conspicuously missing, duh.
Dull null non point.
Did we cease reading
as reading matter increased, nay, thou bookworm,
as always, when goods increase, good eaters increase, too
pay close attention, recollect great prestidigitators past, three card Molly,
make believe, like peas under shuffled walnut shells, the hair, there
see the polar bear hair, clearly calling paid attention, the logic no where
to be seen, wonder why, ever after why, attention paid was wasted.
Then on second thought, was not.
A matter most agreeable.
A mental agreement at the base amygdalae holy terror receptor.
Peace be with you.
Okeh.
---------------- that was four, one more piece in place.
Art, officially,
for so long as we agree,
art is something, merely mental,
if it were spiritual we would know
just a thought,
though measurable,
qua life dialectic means to ends
worth the efforting to re think it
balancing weights insuring smooth
round after round after round, break
off one phosphate, accurate to this degree
just imagine comprehending 900 quintillion
meticulously accurate stardust recyclings,
ATP to ADP, per second all your livelong day,
see as Aristotle could not see,
see as the daysman Job's own will made be,
the mysterious curious visitor listening
wait, art for its own sake, demands definition,
imps…
posited post Disneyification capabilities, installed
it is a small world, we are six steps from anyone…
fine details we disagree upon message impulses
encoded particularly ēė thorny circumstances, yet
vowel legal in howling while silently thinking I know
Þhee Þorny preconceptions, silently rotting minds,
L.Ron, and J.Michael
men, in my mind, Hubbard & Palka, mental beings,
creatures remaining contacts with words each said
still available, somewhere, among my share of idle words.
General rule, counting every idle word ever used
and eventually called up
for accounting
Common Information
final form our spirits aspire to,
to give account for every idle word, you gotta factcheck
your ownself, and Sunday is as good as any, redeem idle time.
Ah, yes, whosever, whatsoever, just make believe,
since ever before the actual fall from grace
when honkytonk angels was made,
we all pause to account for how we know
we are already actively involved in next,
beguiled, but no stains, eh, aim better,
honed most points can pierce any active lie
give account don't mean debts come due. You learn
each idle word that forms information too
otherish, like oriental or occidentally odd
ideas, twists a double mind into a ying
yank sign spinning at unthinkable rates
stop interupting… waiting being done…
Idle thoughts don't make idle words,
used by you work, it's an art, you feel a lie…
If you accounted for its use once making sense,
ever after if you wish you may say I know so.
Learn, for ever, after once begun, commas slow or breathe,
think or swim imagining precepts are each one line long, as
letters beg to differ, some precepts are a letter long, a point
life seems while we do it, considering the heavens, actually
feeling as small as massively considerable, at elemental
dopaminergic ping,
take a deep breath, and believe
a minute, like in Yellow Submarine.
You know what that means or you don't,
that's what filters our nonsense, you do art
or do not remember knowing exactly what we do,
as we become memories, made up, make believe art
as if art's own sake has long been central to our thinking.
¿Song of the South, thorny issue in Disneyfied Boomers?
briarpatch, home, home at last, safe and sound feel
to the phase transitioning first and foremost, centering.
Sitting,
Reading,
Thinking, noting notions times passed on, central casting,
petards foisted upon our entire congregation, as a fog,
war's old empathos, rally round the flag, folks, as a sign
crux of every straight up concept, with and against,
stand or lay prostrate and believe, one stood above all,
and that one, we made king, and,
we shared his vision, as he sees, we say, we see so, all
we do is play the part, hero for the moment once, or die.
I died, my spirit lingers, I am gravely aware of hypocrisy,
spiritual liberty is in form and fact not tied down, right,
what makes no sense became before any born after me
were little squirts.
In any sense innocents all, born alive and kicking then fed
Pablum,
ping, coincidental conspiracy to propagate an unnatural
shift concerning nursed babes, circa 1946, in New York City,
ah, don't mind me, I am the aim.
Art and I hang around doing most of the accumulated waiting
that has been being grokked using Heinlein maturation tuning
eventually, if it is art, it happens,
eventually, if it was what dada represented, it dies.
If it's metadata its likely artificially incentivized.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
_She offered to walk in my shoes, but hadn’t factored in the soul-destroying task of having to bend over and tie the laces every morning._
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC