Thursday, October 25, 2018
1:33 PM History records my state of mind:
Pure thought projects zoom in and out of focus,
Political integrity, personal honesty, good medicine, bad medicine
Whose hell imagined itself transfigured int-energ-
the set of NULL?
Imagine that. Pure thought experiment, unjudgeable, fret not.
Puritans lack the pineal insight to see the light in the forest.
Horus eye in the middle of the brain?
I just saw that, too. Pineal reality.
The light in the forest?
The man in black lingered there, according Hawthorne,
or did old Nate mock the man in black and laugh at the idea of
good medicine, bad medicine, goody two-shoes
holds it in her holy socks. She's a witch.
That was a McLuhanwaderyadoin joke. You don't have to laugh.
We no longer know of his work.
Have to is a stupid saying.
say waht it means, spellt out have, et to.
blood, spit, eyes, ears et cetera
but to, have to, what? can to having have meaning with no do:
to what end have I any thingable thought to what?
Stupid language, nothing is ever clear.
Ought we explore our relationship, you and me, I mean,
when I say we. We are intimate, dear reader.
As close as two minds may be, with permission, assumed.
My insane, in your brain, is not my insane in mine.
A little like leaven, if you ever bake.
No con querity con cerns us here, we filtered those before.
CERN's discerning of the matter making
thing, bosonic tonic device,
that led us to line our tinfoil hat with lead,
just in case Higgs ups happen and stutters start.
Hold your breath. We both have one to hold, but not for long.
And so it goes, I do enjoy a vintage Vonnegut thought
floating by on a breeze.
Imagine me a Virginia Wolfe trust fund child gone wild,
un gentled, sent down t' Tobbacca Road
in a hot rod Lincoln,
t' find a bride.
Some said something in the water, flouride, petrafied
pineal glands and blinded a generation,
to the sins of their father's
legions of liars,
hired to progressively teach us to work in factories
the beans vanished from our ears and we heard the rush
of the rolling tide lifting boats big and small.
Remember being accused, in your mind, of only wanting to be on the side that's winning?
That hot rod Lincoln, Thunderword road, remember the environ?
Moonshine, melts that petrafied flouride away,
a whole generation o' peasants
Holler Hi dee **, burns the tummy, doncha know but
epigenetic application of pure moonshine in the ac-company-ment,
companion, accuse amigo,
same bread, same leaven,
com panion we be
Jesuits, that was the idea,
formed in Xavier's fever wracked brain
as his medievally medicated flesh fought for every
Heroic. Hagiographic. Stale, smoke filled acacia incense maybe
We have gone to havings
whence such bread is said to become the an-ointed, magi know, knew, expected, fore told for if ever forever begins,
as far as mortal peasants may be concerned with such high mindedness.
The leader is a liar and the people feel free to follow him.
When the twisted rule the ruled twist, too.
Solomonic wisdom, that is. Oil on the water. Pass the torch.
This was 2018, Donald Trump was President.
how come this to be
to have to be
can imagine war?
lack of humility,
proud noble rare-ified re-ified de-ified
Charming fellow, though, can't you admit
his charm is a luring, tempting thing, temporary testing,
donchaluvem? Life is the test. It is that simple. Right, Mr. Perot?
No distraction action condemns a man here, we have none.
Condemnation, none of that here. My reality, you know.
Tempests in teapots, fersher. Command zed, eh.
Fold it up, put it away. New idea. New everything.
People and political servants. No more leaders, no more war.
People and servants serving to govern the emerging
as time rolls out the barrel with the single rotten apple,
and we, the people, feed that rotten apple to the pigs,
who were addicted to pearls,
during the confusion
as mankind lost its mind
we never doubted the need for men to be born.
again, we knew not what we believed born again may be.
Taste, good medicine is bitter more oft than not,
Sugar blues on a global level, those never justify the cost,
of making the medicine go down.
Sweet desire deprived, that is poison.
Dainty appetizers, served in the rich man circus,
stolen by servants racked with guilt,
shame and blame arise,
emergency action, a reason, why are those dainty meats so alluring,
ask the fisherman. Watch for his hook.
Someday, I don't want anyone to gues where I stood concerning Donald, I never met the man and never liked the mask.