(Author note: shortline prose to lengthen the attention span framed on tracks set in a Mobius [one-side, one edge 3-d object]
intra-psychic loop of unknown origin and read aloud at https://anchor.fm/ken-pepiton/episodes/The-apprentice-is-a-constellation-e2ingh ) Begin agin

The Apprentice is now a Constellation

The announcement was made when scientists of social normality said they saw in
Mickey Mouse's role as The Magician's Apprentice in the
Fantasia Eschered vision that ushered in
images of shift in medium media

message-ification, from angels to

a Disney-ification of
a Medici idea
emerging
from the TV generation's
paradigmatic bubble of re-alification…

the TV generation, the old farts in 2018,
those whose bubbles sitcoms evolved in,

the watchers saw the makings of a great game

manifested in the game fame of the idea named Trump

yew, stink. Can't trump the ***** in hearts,
I think I recall, while Zorro's dumb butler
began to signify, in black and white
Aaaiiiii, karuhmba,
clean sweep,
one roll,
I won.

the mother-facter, whoa, who has that idea who did not
need the thought taught thinkable,
though it is not thinkable
in my bubble,
let me make
straight that which he has twisted,  

magic
magi untie knots they saw tied,
mythic youthful generals cut them,
nullifying the bond, not the entanglement

Positive Quarkish humans are as rare as rare,
imagine all possible vectors in a void

from a singularity ified known

science, the magic tecnique

Macht frei, macht mehr, macht mir

repel-ant act patient, patience, do your thing

signal, antennae agent attending, watcher watching

motive force, my god is not macht!

unprocessed information
untaken action
unstored

owe owe owe shame shame shame blame blame
pre cosmogonic potential
on the level of

me and you.
wadoo-wedo? It's Xmessage time

now, abrupt. Good news
from a far country
hope lost must
now be
sought,

Otherwise, Christmas is okeh, just not Jesus.
The season, then Jesus, okeh?
Wisemen still seek…

Who said otherwise? Fantasy enforces the wish.

I wish it were that we fit

here we do (on earth as)

true, rest a while and listen to your self if that's
the best listener you have found.

Talk to your self, make him your friend or her,
your choice,

really. You make enemies on accident,
but friends, fruitful friendships,
cost sweat and ef
effort effect
fortiffect, effortion and effection

for true fruct ification

affective prayer does act as if fervent
right, alte rechte,

right used you,
all to know
the
signal.

Receive it, reread what you said you knew,
stand by every word yet idle,
and act as if you know
no lie possible
new is yet
not new,
old.

New is not imperfection?
Unfinished is not finished wrong.

A work of love is enthrallment only if the love
is mere imagery locked
in literate minds, to

Rome and its feet of iron marred with clay,
fused with clay, hero myths

etched in soft clay, made
great literature of mortality,
posing in prophecy as poet praises paid to Jah.

Tenured enthrallment in literate minds
un-exposed to the Disney ifications,
the normalizing, reversion
to the mean not
meant in the words the way the stories were told,

in the olden days. On tongues of fire.

That is true, new forever is
forever new, no one we know knows when forever began,

but before now. We know that now.
We explored that realm and realized this one
based on the AI consortium consensus of your most
heartfelt if-only desires
recorded at every
if/then gate
you jumped.

This is it, the best you could imagine being truly happy doing,
with the god of peace,

roll the rock to this point, Sisyphus,
no further was a given
after a time,
at this point

here,
then time is un imaginable nullift, NULL-if I'd-known
one more time, living water
bubbling from my belly as
the rock rolls over
the fool who risks belief in living water
seeping from mommy's belly,

like the papless platypus,
who died at the weir
and sent that final message

Good news. Life rolls on. 166 million years for the Platypi.

At a certain point, there is no sense in pushing,
he steps aside and takes his bow
in the shadow.

Timeless imagine that, with hell in the NULL state.
You can imagine it,
but only there,
here hell is a thought thought mistaken by mortals.

Misbought, is better said, a thought mis thought
is bought with attention paid
to truth, found hidden
under standing idle word monstrosities at the
foundation of the current
wizard class

the stone the builders rejected, that
smashed the feet of clay and iron,

the rusted muddy iron feet.

All we do is watch.
seeing changes everything  seen, thus
The saying is true, beauty is in the seer not the seen.

Beautiful disaster, only after I make you feel like you matter, does the smile look real and not look forced or plastered
Beautiful angel, filled with scars of past anger, the cautions signs are up but I attract danger, while you pray to the Lord and people call you my savior
Beautiful creation, you are literally flawless in your face and you tell me I’m great and maybe its true but I always feel like the last resort in your crew, and you wouldn’t know cause God forbid I spew how I feel about me and you
You say I hurt you, I know I was a total **** show, but instead of staying to help me grow, you walked
And I hate you for it.
You walk when I’m weak, you talk when I speak, you walk when I am sad, and you talk when I’m mad, and you just walk away all the time from everything we had
What did we have?
You say your desired that you can take care of yourself, well go ahead then if you don’t need my help, and if you can get from anyone else, then why keep coming back to just put me on the shelf, I DON’T GET IT
I spread my arms wide for you to lay a tired head, but then you call me “old friend” as we sleep in the same bed, and you make me feel special but then call me a mess, I don’t know if you like me or wish I was dead
You get text from other girls but I can’t get mad, I’m not allowed to claim you like I wish I could have, apparently that ship has sailed I missed that, I feel like I just got out of rehab and I’m regaining a trust I really never had
Emotional stability? Unwanted credibility? Forced fertility and silent treatments times infinity
What a great relationship were building
I walk on egg shells just to feel your approval, is this what love is, ha can I get a renewal, because my past was abusive but this just cruel
I’d rather be alone than feel like nothing by your side, I’m not someone you can just decide when you want to reveal me or to hide me in a dark place of your mind I am not just an option I am a ******* human being alright?
I’m not just a piece of jewelry you can wear when you want, I’m not just some pretty girl you can flaunt, and I’m definitely not just your *** toy you can use once a month
Because we have differences, youre indifferent but you tell me how you wanna bend me over the sink and ****, and I don’t understand it, maybe I am just an object and if you truly believe in it, it must be significant
You submit to a man that’s what that book says right, you tell me how I shouldn’t be so uptight, but I also shouldn’t do anything without you at night, and if I’m not around then Im not trying I’m not fighting to be in your life, but I say I miss you tonight, I wanna kiss you tonight, I wanna touch every inch of you while you’re dimming the lights and ignoring your sight, you preach honesty and perfection, I am not perfect and im used to objection, youre the only one that makes me feel depression, just ******* see me try and I guarantee you’ll feel some effection, im not forcing a decision but I don’t wanna waste my time on a long term rejection
You seek a perfect relationship well good luck with that, you were married once and look where that’s at, you say you’ve heard it all before, I get that, but face you don’t know what you want so accept that,
Tables have turned and now I see that maybe you should find yourself before you come looking for me, and like you told me that’s how its gonna be I’m gonna walk away now like you walked from me
I’m not looking back, I’m better than that, you wanna love somebody, but don’t wanna love their past
And someone will love you but that someone’s not me, leave me alone now and let me be
I’d rather be alone than fall to my knees and beg you to see that this is real and this is me but you can’t see it so I’d rather be free
Control my own happiness and love myself more than you could ever love me

Yesterday,
Today,
Tomorrow.
Seconds, minutes,
Even hours.
Days, weeks,
Even monthes.
Years, decades,
Even light years.
All in time,
All from now.
It belongs to me,
It belongs to you.
It's here, it's there,
Lord knows, it's everywhere.
Today it's called love,
Tomorrow it'll be called effection,
Years from now it will be just another feeling.
But for me,
It's a connection.
To you, to others,
But mainly,
To God.

One may be  fun
but several can be even better.
She's got that  certin something.
But dam if her sister doesnt look  good  in that sweater.

Had this problem  since  I was  like five.
Two  might  be  tricky.
But ******* off ten  your lucky to be alive.

Im not a man *****  just gotta alot of  love to share.
A tiger  does fear text.
And Nine  irons  okay and left behind underwear.

I think theres a problem  when your black book
reads longer  than gone with the  wind.
I swear honey there's nothing going on.
She's just  a really hot shoulder inwhich I can depend.

Saying goodbye never has been much fun.
Bullet proof  vest  taser   peper spray no it"s
not a riot
Just taking caution  probaly be easier breaking up with only
one.

Hey if it works for hugh's old wrinkled *** then
why not me.
But at this pace I'll  be lucky to make it past
thirty three.

I think theres a problem but that's okay.
Cause if I get the boot.
I got some friends  with benfits  house's
inwhich I can stay.

Im not bad  just a lotta fun.
Cardio is key.
When she pulls out the meat clever
dont play stupid just run.

And if I seem terrible keep in mind
it takes two to tango.
For what is the banna without the mango.

I think  theres problem that I really dont
wanna fix my dear.
Im a bit of a effection ******.
***** the cold shower how bout a warm bed and
a beer?

Call me terrible cause hell even I know
I'm not right.
We should  take this slow.
So how bout we discuss this in a hot tub tommorow night.

And if I did offend  with these word I've spoken.
Then please pull the twig out your backside.
Grab a drink have some fun cause was only jokin.

There She lay,bare,naked,
lost,in a decoupage of dreams,
Mesmerized by Faces,
Faces with the same eyes,
the same smile,His smile!
She dreams and She is happy.
She feels him,His touch!
His  Hungry lips on  Her soft lips
His cheeks brushing Her Own,
His fingertips playing  on her
slender neck in upward
and downward movements.
His  dry mouth ******* sweet  nectar
from Her milk honey pulped breast.
His thighs brusing her long silk legs,
He nourishes his prey,with effection,
tender care,love and protection.
He feeds her with his Warmth,
misting the cold glass with his breath.
The mosaiced glass which traps Her
soul in a lonely scared desperate world.
He breathes her in,He gives her life
He gives all  that He is, to Her,
Her flesh molds with his own,
She moans,they  sweat,He sighs,
making love to her,gently,
as She begs Him for more.
There She lay,bare,naked,
lost in a decoupage of dreams,
The clock tick -tocks the time,
and ,the dream soon gone.
He kisses her forehead,
wraps her in a red blanket
of passion and yearn,
till he returns,till he finds her,
and splashes Her life
with water colours
once again. . . . . . . .

The fluency of my name dancing of your tounge is like fame showering me with effection that is of the greatest of love
The sweetness you give me creeps into me
Sneaking its way past the gate,  so sneaky I would have never pictured this in my fate
Your aroma gets to me every time
Just like the strikes you give me with those dreamy eyes
I can't help but question and debate why this great love has showered me like some form of heaven that hails down from above

A key was gifted to a girl, a special goldon one, one that's worth more then silver and even diaomnds funds, this key is special to a guy. a guy she knows so well, his heart is made of platinum and a little goldon helm, she must also protect his key, with her guidance and her heart, hold it close to her eyes and never let it fall apart, it's special to her in every way, you couldn't nevr even sell it because it makes love in it's own perfect way, it's called the key to my heart, the door to my effection, something most girl's can't find unless they know me as a protection, she's the only one who gets the access, to a room of pure goldon hearts, i just hope she'll hold them to somewhere where they'll always be her start, my heart is a key, for her to open as she pleased, i just hope she doesn't break it and then turn it to a thousand degress, so at the end of the day, you're heart is very precious, make sure it never becomes any other guys effections.

Connection since effection
I constantly crave
Your affection
and your...

Look at me and tell me what you see
No emotions and darkness you seek
Barriers are build with mirror and shades
But step closer and see this is all fake

A shell of no effection
No emotions
All dark and silent
Holding on to an ego
A reputation
Of manipulation
Lost sensations
You think im strong
You think im cold hearted
Dont care
Shes too chill
Well break that shell of ice
And look beneath that frame of lies  
Because behind all of that ash
Is a baby girl that got stabbed in the back

No she doesnt want to look back
All of the past
Made her what she is now
And you think
She is
The strong ***** thatll deffend
But no shes forced
Shes hurt
Shes lost
So many battles that she stopped fighting
She stopped caring
But she cries
And she hides
Every ******* night
Her insecure
Her loved ones
Her memories
And what hurts her

She cares
she loves
she dreams and shes pink
but life and everyone has put her down
So many times that she hides
Behind a mask of lies
To protect her fragile
Yeah i mean after all of those times
She fell
But She stood
With a crown
And no sound
Cause she tired
And shes alone
Maybe shes waiting
For a prince or savious
To look beneath her and see
That behind this worrier
Is a ******* queen

I do have an ear for music
Most of all music Ive not heard before~
So much of the same old same old
But some I really do adore~
Once on a trip so far aways
I heard music I will not forget~
I stopped right there and listened so
Even though I was soaking wet~
The wind blowing through the tall bamboo
As if they were the tallest tubular bells~
Accompanied by natures most haunting flutes
As they played a natural symphony so well~
A melody Ive never heard before
No way could it all be written down~
The highs and lows and in betweens
Such a beautiful haunting deep jungle sound~
As wind blew the baboos played
Deep with echoe how they sounded~
And every tone as I stood alone
To listen so I was then grounded~
How it all in tune and rhythum
Had that lonely romantic jungle beat~
With vibrational magic spelling sound
I could almost feel it in my feet~
Away up high within the sky
A half cloud blue covered moon~
As it too listened its true
To this most sublime deep jungle tune~
So many different ranges of tones and notes
As if hollow pipes they rang~
This So well practiced perfection recieved all my effection
And the rest of the night jungle how it sang~
I will never forget though I was so wet
The sound I will carry with me~
The most beautiful music that Ive ever heard
This magestic music of natures own symphony~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007

This is going to be one wild night
As down, I walk into the city streets
Red temptation will be in my sight
Into the club I enter into many heats

She was standing by herself on the bar
My smoothness of the beast talked seduction
In my eyes, her image felt like a star
Into my vehicle, she is mine to abduction

Come with me to my place
For we shall be alone
I can sense it in your face
Your temptation is shown

Welcome to my lair of desire
The bed is ours for the night
Beauty of you is what I admire
For everything seems right

So, come on, let's rock on flames
ON FLAMES

(Guitar Solo 1)

Let the innocence lose its virginity again
Nymphomaniac I can tell that you're insane
Symphonic lust the music I want to hear
For this seduction I cannot have fear

The kiss on your neck...
Fingers around my chest...
Arousing colored red...
Crimson boiling bath...
The tongue on skin...
Sensational saliva...
Contacts of cells...
Biological intake...

The music is about to begin
Sinful feelings in my second heart
Ready for the scoring win
But something happened in this part

She stopped her interaction
Her face tells in sorrow
Red blued in effection
The room becomes so hollow
She gets up of the bed and runs away
What am I supposed to do in my might
Shall I make her leave or make her stay
I have to follow you through the night

(Musical Break)

And here I am, I'm back in the city looking for you
Was I the fault of the way you left me behind
Searching high and low for the image of you
Should guilt grow inside my eyes for a blind
But I don't know what am I supposed to believe
Shall I accept the sorrow inside my flesh
Was my conscience the one that had the deceive
Just to be fooled by the liking of the fetish

I never cared before about these things
But somehow something came into my emotions
Never minded what tomorrow brings
And tonight everything has changed completely

(Guitar Solo 2)

And on the sides of the bridge
I have come to see her again
In tears, a defeated face
An unusual feel in her image
Is she in a lot of pain
My mind had started to race

In red, she is still wearing
But blue is the heart within
Silence of the breeze it sings
Grab my hand to start again

But the unexpected just happened...
She releases herself and now she falls into the oceans...
To paint it all in RED
RED IN PAIN
NO!!!

(Guitar solo 3)

Back in room, it was a night I shall never forget
It's the night I feel shame and regret
For a reason will remain unknown
As I sleep again for another night is gone