Whether knowing sooner is better than later,
the child tells the old man

is the experience it affords you.

Yeah, I say, for the old man, man, I say
it takes some time, acting the part,
enrole embuemental umph try
to imagine
digesting Valis in one bite and not believing
in Phillip K Dick’s ability to tell
an immortal fiction that is
fun, in the future
of microdosing
doozies…
———- young man, does that boomer weirdo brow wrinkle
—–we see he hasn’t witnessed this part-ich-ularx-perience,

doozies we yoosta tell ’em to the kids as what-we-dids.

DID it again, sub perceptual, please… this is entertainment,
not catechism.

Be con-serv-ative
ob-serving re
serving the habitual

making infinity fine,
just fine

the habitual state
waiting
to see if the dearest of readers,
my most loved satori,
reads the message,
sees the messages
agree
we see threads that tie us to next.

We are the we in awe and awa -ken, you
DID
live the dream, it was my authority.

I planted the seed of the dream,
I pruned the tree that bore the fruit,
I used that branch, right,
to ignite
my ignorance of most any thing
that crosses my extra
ordinary focus…

creative play, precisely, soaringly well
he says,
I say, where others say fine, I say,
My side won.

Measuring a snakey lick, I licked the acid as it dripped,
dripped
envision, ensuing haps,
little bitty things that form all the things, ity-bits-re-al
at once,
y’knew.

This is tempo-rare-arterial intensity plaque – cleared with
at–or-va- statin — stasis

say bliebe doch and don’t revert to thinking as a child,

in the middle of the battle for the salted mind’s cod piece.

It sounds nasty, but it’s not, it’s rot…

eventual disintegration of the greedy eghosts,
shadow we,
the people, who agreed, we hold these truths,
we all sneeze, and wipe gnostic snot-tis-tics
as a viral idea, watch watch watched
slo-mo go go go

speedracer.

— wie man ist
you are what you read past your understanding,

the virus just slipped right,
click, cliché tic nand gates swung wide
-wrong turned right, tightens

say I KNOW, AND step inside,
or ring the bell and tell reality you are the virgin.

Just in time for the sacrifice.
It doesn’t hurt, it alienates. That can hurt.
If you never felt like you did not belong,
the actual connection,
that one aha,
you know
its truth,
it’s iffy.