Is there here an ear lent me?
Are these muses the old dudes claim to hear,
saying I am sent as a series of letting signs,
a stream of science using words
formed of liquid crystal
points of clear thought
setting your intending ambition to full reaching
out
to grasp at my kiting thread
of twisted attention inspired
by the abandoned best searching code, lingering,
alte vista spidering all-gone-I’ll-go beat
– lingering nodes of knowns, rare the visit
– old groves of trees sprung from first ones
The art tech, the augmentations of the famous
go rule
rule go
bi-edged ribbon of reason to believe
twist and join and admit, you see the
knot was needful,
not the lie, tie me lyin’tong’ down mate.
_I had no clue, not even a riddle to solve,
_I, aight, the daysman-referee code,
_I, how can I judge, if I never won the game?
good lawyering more oxy-code-idiosistere,
pre-
serve the lie. Say you personally know,
God wrote all the holy gnoshit stuff,
on the walls of all our quarantine
cells,
– see the Irish shiteplaister
– mad catholic boys did this
sigils, signs, and wonder of wonders, handles,
hand-holds, grips for prehensile extensions,
– a rope with knots
– a ladder with rungs
– a beam to lift a mote from your eye.
sense the wonder in running Optimus Prime,
with full knowing,
con pleno conocimiento
mit vollem Wissen
Kennen wir kennethung thunk think tinks
to dam a leaky vessle with oakem,
yep, yokem, too, Labor-class names,
smith
https://www.merriam-webster.com/words-at-play/last-name-occupations-jobs-meaning
Ocurrencia
mit vollem Verständnis
con plena comprensión
A balance factor, a sense, a way
we who tell the tales tell if
you think in terms of standing,
solid ground wise,
or holding on for dear life,
hard bought box of safety, ever
leaking, into the aftermath of freedom,
known as truth, the actual, true aspect
indeeded to we who read, truth, real deal,
You know what death and hell are all about,
You say, eh?
Preacher man, where you gone and run to,
we see you, hiding on the rock,
holding to this thread for the mere pure thrill,
dare the demiurge to make me reason ratios to
allow good laws,
like gravity,
to mean
nothing when your life calls for defiance… what
if you could
fly.
In dreams, I have flown, and leaped in
places I have dreamy memories from,
threads of perception, in truth,
the dreamed experiences are
experiences, as are the scenes signaling,
brakes,
brakes
shit.
Sexton, ring the bell.
thought, thinking, mind, think, idea, device
מַחֲשָׁבָה
Read
De derecha a izquierda
In 2021, all this tehkne is in my reach,
may I not choose to think my joy is
my strength?
E- eh? = mass, another way to say, message, multiplied
by the one constant in
re-ality recursive rants,
take chance, change
the constant,
conserve
sanity.
— Bill Cosby Is a very funny fellow,
symbolic of mortal
flawed character… Right.
Very true, he knew, in 1963, the deal
was, leave ’em laughing,
LIVE!
From the Bitter End, in New York City.
The Dorian Grey of his day,
surpassing Jeffy and Donald, in sheer-
lust for life’ baser occurenciaaa
And God said to Noah, “you know,
I don’t work that way”.
Thinking in surround sound,
focusing senses in time,
to think you laughed, the good way.
Medicinal laughter at the oughter side, right?
Inside yoke.
Aside, Smith of Smith & Pepiton, died after half
a century of studying and refighting
the American Civil War for fifty years, as a joyous
exercise in human reasoning and rationality,
gone bonkers.
Smith and I owned a computer in 1983, we were
intending to research lost information used
to construct the system
of authority imposition
and opposition called for in all the best Turing tests.
Some
body, with limits,
boundaries of reach out and change, beyond which
we must understand, way out, edged
weapon wise,
sharp, honed-est mostus firstus us — for all intents
and purposes, words only work if we agree,
some things mean one thing, ratio-wise,
some things mean one thing, reason wise…
I say, for instance, we should
aim at the Pulitzer, then thousands of labor class
likes become proof, poets prevent republics,
gnoshit, phugemallup, fixem-sos-nada-woiks,
zilch makes more sense, since
when… ?
I enjoyed living, on the whole, we
remember only
chosen points
in time, we map meaning to those,
as if you and I were
conversing, allowing https://www.etymonline.com/
and Google et al.
So we may know what you may think I say.
Babel, wo ist sein Sting? Wo sind das Con-fuss-yo?
What you mean,
you think you
say?
Okeh, may it be, we agree. Knowledge has increased.
Nothing hidden is hidden now, unless
the hiding, crouching thing lying
at the door, was invited in, and fed, fed well, very well,
SOOOEEE! One fine pig, and a flight of kiting spiders,
to seek the laughing soul who remembers
the signal.
-one step past simple is sublime.
