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Ken Pepiton Aug 2018
Weave we've woven a web...
What I said, what I said, what I said
we been sayin all a long

Oh the futurists mythed the inter-resting-time

This man fears population explosions, he is speaking in 1991,

I'd built my great 100 by 75 miles ten stories building resting place where ten billion story tellers could hide and watch whaat's
comin' down.
By then, decades before, in the desert twixt Vegas and L.A.
I asked this guy who actually wanted in my pants,
I sat on the window silly V double you, did he know,
I asked, no, I told him, after I had been starring at the stars for some time, this time that'ime, when I think about it,
I told that guy the whole world was waiting,
suffering,
await'n' the frontal cortex maturation of the sons 'oGod.
I said "and I'm one." Don't touch.

My private calfornia became my private arizona and neo and river chose idaho, ( no, that idaho, that was a movie-story)... not part of the rite

that was the legend of the clan, when we had electrix. That ride set an I'll-go-rythm of if/then/else switches to HIGH honor if-ic.
If.
If you can keep your head... the rest, true rest, is history.

we know a voice who swore he was there when "Been there, done that"
became an
eternal cliche of the gods.

We are participating in the future. We are thinking.

---
that hapt the same night as the discovery of the perfect-ish
four sided pyramid of charcoal brickets burning one
at at at a time
touch another to the glowing pile on the sand...
(audio)
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why are ficts so far from the facts in the matters that matter

re-lig-em leg-it-am-it-all, damitalkenslowdown

so re-lig me to my ide-idea, beware

We seen this coming do you? This is thirty years ago we know, this we know this we

we are in sanity, as insanity is the only way to packitin
sane sorts of things that all must touch in order
to re
main sane. You know, you know. That makes lying im-possible or null-possil-be
per se.
Word.Righton. Trooph truckah! ToA allaway Found

a calico cat of the old school sawdust variety.
if you,
if you see her, please de-if her re-onance, it's chipped.
You can keep her, if I can say such things here and not be thought an ownery old cuss,
clammering through empty lobster tails to see what the attraction may have been,

Back. Then we are not
off track or trail, etched acid canyon of silicon paved with godelsufferingold, by golly, I'd be live if I could see my way clear to walk such streets at
the speed of light
no, gravity and no, too slow,
thought.
ought... that's a thought
not... that's a thought
ought... that's a differ'nt thought, takes time...
that's a thought you could spend thinking it. You get nowhere.
now and then we find clusters of ideas in time, as if they buble from some spring in the headwaters of the mind we matter in

Der Lesenmann, bitte, kanst do lesen? O h, dear reader, take my hand, my phantom hand, the one I never lost, tell me

did you enjoy our journey, so far...

Weave a ways, weave a ways to go. If this and that cross
again
we may hear what that preach meant to say, thaat day
o'visitation, way back when.

olden time. grand mals time to meditate sign-ate de-sign-ate,

Dada do we know when we know, when we are two and the past is, too.
Papa do you know the big bang is the answer everyone found, in the olden days when you were ten?
Oh I read about that backthen, I was twelve. Weekly Reader kept my gang informed, or Me, and I told all my friends, my listeners who did not read but needed to pass the current events test.
Now, we all a passin' those ****** one time at atime

Upon my word, begin...
This sprang from a 1991 discussion about the world wide web, in which Terrence McKenna  Ruper Sheldrake began to imagine the world we live in post Y2K and  9-11 and 420 and Prop 64, where are you
Sky Jan 2019
sometimes. i live in my head so much.

i look in the mirror and
surprise!
i'm an actual,
physical being. (whaat?)

and when someone comes and speaks to me,

"you...you can see me?"
then they always say smthng like "you're bUggin"
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2019
ever hear
a voice in the garden
that
made you become
startled,
inquiring:
what
the **** was that?!

huh?!
i was the object
of said "what"?

RAP?
exclusion remarks
in the realm of poetics.
i died....
    and Homer went
blind.

oh...
         oh
oh.....
           oh...
the part
where i don't
care to mind,
and the part where
you...

but i wasn't
the white boy
who subjected
your people
to perform
             jew...
oh... sowwy, whaat?
legal nomad..
thingy...
            peoples doing
**** with jewels,
in hobo,
in...
       roma bracelets...
******* squirt worth a ****:
vodoo!
*******... vodoo!

tripod:
that one thing legged...
standing on 'a' 'un leg...
merry ******* christmas
come northern ireland...
savvy?!
  you bet... beat
the bacon!
    ******* hare krishna...
    
i die, and the warning sign
says:
     scrap through
the "gravy"...
   lucky loser,
no. 2!
  
bricktop:
people doing ****
with diamonds...
utter.. bonkers...

       me... you...
hush-hush...

           bonkers-brigade....
******* east london
vowel crisp
cut and pig-me...
loose ends...
******* shy of a boxing munch...

take your tirade to
a recital of Macbeth
via...
           Tehran...
you...
*******...
                       ******!          
otherwise?
w'ha are 'e'
lovelies?

                 eh?

          you skill or somethin'
more, or w'ha?
           bricklayer 'ert or
sum'fin worth the fix?!

give me 'um some *******
cajole!
meaning! news!
you fork's worth
of a nibble on a use
of a *****...
******* pansie...

            ******* ******...

     start *******...
or *****-yourself into
an ease...
with warring-to-come...

ye'... gobshite i ain't buying...
tough man tought
mouth...
punched bit a little...

   god...
i'm gagging!

            itchy sort...
like... you want to sort
the sort from the sort!
******* **** glug *******!
wanna scrap them
on the guillotine of
scratch of
the tongue lick
of:            a...
                   shaven-lick...

sheryl crow...
grammy award album...
1997...
30 or so years later?
good luck hitchhiking
with a jukebox interlude.
Richard Riddle Jun 2015
GF: "It's not you, its me!"
BF: "You're right! It is you!
GF: "WHAAT!"



copyright: r. riddle 06-29-15
Women really don't want you to agree with them.
Richard Riddle Sep 2016
GF: "It's not you, its me!"
BF: "You're right! It is you!
GF: "WHAAT!"


copyright: r. riddle 06-29-15

Women really don't want you to agree with them.
Autumn Jan 2013
is it odd that  i care about everything you say?
is it normal to analyze every word, every smirk out of or on your face?
                          is
                             it
                                pathetic
                                       that i honestly can't stop fixating over you?
is it normal to care about what exactly isn't what he said and think?
                                                                                                                                                  is
                                                                                                                                           it
                                                                                                                          wrong
                                                                                        to feel emotions i despise creeping into my soul,
                                              creeping into what i stand for,
creeping into what i am now made of?
it is WRONG to become something you hate,
but then again
        what if what you hate is what you were truly all along?
              what if what you hate is what other's wish for,
                     what others think is what is just fine?
so is it right or wrong to simply show your feelings every moment of every second, to show him what you have become or to show him whaat you've been this whole time?
                       or....
are you simply a coward, complicating things into a poem for others to analyze?
writing things out to run away from what you honestly can't deal with anymore, can't take anymore?
                  or are you simply writing in the past?
this is kindof confusing it leadds off in multiple different ways and emotions. pleases leave comments on what you think of it, ecspecially if you think the comment would be worthless to me. cause it would prolly mean the world to me, in the end.
ogdiddynash Oct 2020
the jew in you,
something
you long suspected,
or long lamented.

too bad,
the absence of
this moniker if it  
ain’t applicable directly
to your sorry ***.

after all who doesn’t
want to be among the
ch-ch-chosen peeps?

this blessing
in disguise,
it’s very special
to be hated by
almost,
everyone.

hatred,,
the great equalizer,
highlighting your
choicest features
race, gender, roman nose,
etc., etc., etc.

but like the song said,
though somebody may
hate unlucky you,
everybody, no exceptions,
hates the jews.

everyone knows
the jews own the banks.
everybody hates the banks
who leave you on hold,
leaving you, wondering why,
they won’t give you back
at the ATM, the good money
you lent them,
so you must be
minimum 10%
shrewish (shhhh-jewish) or
whaat! why?

yup, your deposit is
a liability on their books,
(they owe it back to you)
so you too are
a moneylender,
congrats!

welcome to the club,
the club of being
a liability.

we jews travel
around the world,
chased out from
almost everywhere.

so we invented the
around-world-cruise,
and the world gave
us steerage class
to remind us,
even the jew in you,
that’s OUR special place.


postscript:
(All) Jewish Lives Matter!
Oy!
(don’t get me started...)
William Robbins Oct 2020
life is N0t always just, nor whaat you'd tcepxe          
                                                 Ski! oftenthimes it just looks like a mses!    
              As late as you thinnk you h--e it non        
                                                                                                 fIgyerred out                                                      
                                            Y u learn thares a upside-up?, and                  
                                                                                                    inside–in?!                                                                      
               sAdly, their's no knitting asquare kit.          
         It'll suhck eVVery time.                                          
  Buht, it lonly ladds to the swEEtniss                      
of ife wh n it..                                              
                                  is what you'd expect.
Raj Bhandari Jun 2019
Whaat da ya meannn thsat I hav no
Kentrol
Over myyy penn
Ever you come across
This kindaa heeat wave
In wholee of yor lifey
Why Am I feelin dizzzzzzzy
Ooooooo kkkkkkkk
Bbyyeeeeeeee
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2022
ever, squint your eye, in the middle of the night...
while squinting, peering at a light-source...
a street-lamp source...
to my disbelief... once you squint your eyes...
look past the camel-lashes...
oh, the light doesn't enter your
eye... it enters your:
circa: forehead... or the light
bypasses your actual eye...
light never enters your eye...
it churns out a projection
toward your forehead!

back in the "day": the beatniks vs. the squares...
angry gen X'ers via Limp Bizkit...
now what's the squares became
the normie... so, what are we?!
there's, a ******* "we"?
i think we're a we..

thereby... psychology is a field whereby
all people are somehow to be accounted for...
no chance in hell...
i squint my eyes, i look at a lamp light...
the light splinters... & it never, ever...
enters my eye... because i only squint
one of my eyes, rather than the both of them...
i move my head: left... the light source
moves to the left...
i move my head: right... the light source
moves to the right...

******* light-******: me...
or... compound pronouns in English...
your-self... my-self...
but it's never exactly: i-self...
the two pronoun hybrid of the Roman ego...
& the Germanic selbst... self...
we're talking about working around
using two pronouns at a pinnacle!
ego is a concept, it can be theorized...
but the self? that **** has to be: automated...
self-employed... blah blah...

what's that? i-self?!
egg, go! iota! i say i to someone?¬
ego can be abstracted...
the self- can be prefixed...
              forge my greatest: ****-off!
time is most apparent when people
deserve to die...
as much as they are deserving to be
born: they deserve to die, likewise...
sorry state of affairs... sorry...
for a people to espouse Darwinism...
in any other culture...
Copernicus is simply
an anecdote for the ****** people...
is Darwin the same?
last time... he's a tired old DODO...
objective truths outside the objectivity
of... water boils at 100°C
water freezes at 0°C...

mention one name, no, mention two names...
JAN HUSS...JACOB PARKOSZOWICA...
the diacritical barons..

thieves... the night sells plenty
of whaat's to be arrived at man...
me not getting paid...
this, the freely arrived at "society"...
then, some disgruntled oops happens...
will i want, *******, care?!
no... nein! niet! nie! no!

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