Think a bit with me
in words, {sign says eat me}
– ‘notha sayo gramma sucks –
– word

these magical things.
We read,
not all minds do,
in fact some mortal minds that can,
read, do not, though,
we know, due to our inborn link
to the tree
of all mankind now knows,
listening is enough
to think with. Reading is as slow as we go.
-take a line at a time, the whole time, line upon line

BTW- the maze, whence we wish we were
unmazed,
happens to be
the map of reality, we was me in mind only, in
a we,
I am amazed, by grace,
no good did I do that I was not equipped to do.

Like and as, for instance, why am I the only me?

Well, you see,
it is like this. Look around, feet on the ground.

Is any thing existing now for you alone?
Is the air mine, or only this breath, of course,
who can say and know?
I may, and can, and have the doing done
to prove, skritchy skritch itch, I am

experienced. Wanna dance?

Ennui ah oui– sheer boredom leaking
from the summertime kids…
visiting.
Think a bit with me
in words, these magical things.

Marie, my alzheimered sister in the delta of life,
at the end of the river,
waiting for the final
act of whatever keeps us alive after all we ever are is wind,
not dust,
wind.

In the end, after words,
we recall all we knew of this,
thinking life so big that God is init-exe-level OS
involved in all we think or ask.
– a past flaw leaves a scar,
– all spells are aural. be not shiboleted, gnoshit.
pairity-achieved, punchit

In being two as one in mind, body, soul, spirit, is it
two pair, or a five part harmony with a missing reason

rationalizing lying for the children’s sake,
old age is scary,
or fun,

luck of the draw, says the saddle-bronc guy.

Bore me to death, let me fade away, in wondering wasery,
ifery dickery docs can’t decide,
cut or not, the last link,

think a bit, of what this is, and wonder with me,
the worth
of embodiment after embodiment is torture, why
can I not just die?
— last thought
Alzheimer’s is easy-ily the last thing I need to think about.

why should subtle mean less important?

little by measure,
less intentional than facts might warrant,

and warrant is one of my looser words,
tied too loose to be used with surety

warrant (v.)late 13c.,
“to keep safe from danger,”
from Old North French warantir
“safeguard, protect; guarantee, pledge”
(Old French garantir)

From https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=warrant

Just the facts – did and done, doing again
painful recurrence of the diseases,
easy, easily entreated,
gentle
piercing wisdom points from past realms
of certain absolute imposed oppositions,

all a matter of knowing, if
-A. she had left that apple on the apple tree
-B, Newsweek had never suggest nemagod peaches

The peach is classified with the almond in the subgenus Amygdalus, distinguished from the other subgenera by the corrugated seed shell. Due to their close relatedness, the kernel of a peach stone tastes remarkably similar to almond, and peach stones are often used to make a cheap version of marzipan, known as persipan.[4]

From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peach

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spelchek says pay attention I say no. gotta go,

the living link to formatime minds behind me urgo
listen sum it up

Jesus is all he said he was, I do not know if he does all
folks claim, especially those who got rich on Malachi.

Selah. pauser set. seems to think some sorting

When the choices are made,
there is a part
of you who believes it made
all the bits involved agree
that the after-chosen situations, always,
turn out exactly as expected.
That part of you is Cretan… its genetic.
So there is no hope for you, no liars skip hell.

- time and chance teamed to cause me
- to live through my entire mortal moment
- to this season post co-vid-occurrence emerged mind sets gone limp
- highly suggestible
WAKE UP GRAND PA YOU WERE
- writing in your sleep
- using Cortana and OneNote

Really, I awoke and on the table in front of me

now is laid out exactly to the nth, as was the
map we used to find our way to the cross
road where we each made separate deals,
I see
You saw, having never watched
actual hand to hand hand grenades, gone
spiritual… we survived the Alamo,
perhaps you belived amazing meant really
really good good feeling earned
cuddled in the bubble-like dome, see, we
popped
our bubble of spiritual comprhension,

so Bucky suggested geodix-trix for kids
they can imagine the bigger bubble
shielding starship earth… and
their kids can train on SONY PS-5 by
July 5, 2021, 51 years to the day,
since I took the jubilee journey
along the path that meandered me many,
twists winds inherited for asking why
do we believe lies we see are lies…

- final mortal frucification situation out
- of control
- experiential explosion into the realm
- of wonder ifery after exposure
- to a jubilee agreement in prayer

It is no secret what God can do…
okay,

anoint me.

Messaging, as such, we all know, text,
smile… maybe
right leg over left thigh, big toe bouncing
pointing
up, up, up, swinging signal saying
red-light
what the hell?
and that, too, what in hell would what the hell mean?

I mean you are,
there,
I am aware, and as such know, you agreed to read

and extended your attention to the point you see
as where
this is going,
pointing
up, up, up, swinging signal winking,

we may believe or unbelieve, we’ve a system for sorting
useful from useless,

some books never balance, something is always wrong,
but in a sense I am certain is common,
or called common by the high authorities in Christendom,
ow
unclean thought, not to be thought on penalty of
TEN OUR FATHERS

or as the witch hunters in Ma-
– the one with on earth as in where God is
– according to what Jesus said, not the stories.
HAP MAY PER
stop, stop spewing teaching, intook;
learn a little dangerous knowing,
one bite,
the act of de-ify, curiouser and kurioso sing the saints
come
a-marching, in pairs of concerning elementals,
-upto the grove of trees, oh, mortal wonder, look
if we agree, as touching, any thing, touchable,

=============== nerves, nervous mother
tap dancing tongue ticker mother singing
Doris Day away
Que sera, sera

sorted at the pine-cone, or at the fork just prior,
tip of the tongue extending upward
stretch
ing to taste, the twist to the tale that never ends,
eat me,
says the label on the bubble of my being,
– popping the bubble of all you know
– does reoccur at certain stages of development,
– as of this moment, you are conceived

this is a tiny thing to notice, but
leaven is as leaven does on dry blustery days.

If I knew you by name and called you, you know, you,
reader dear, only presence ever with me,
will you/won’t you
do you/ don’t you really

wanna know what Howard Bloom may never know?

clickitticket misuse of useless celebrity idiosyncrasies
susceptible to
mob mind acceptance as received text wisdom
of Erase-much?
Erasmus was an odd duck, no doubt,
but he did know his Greek
idioms.

re curse the lying impulse, say nothing, if nothing good
is intended and proven plausibly possible if

gravity is allowed at the quantum level, if, gimme that
by faith, take it for granted, that some

umph-oomph real deal monadic first point
has been made

perpetually recursive and that is how we got
semi-balance, ever forward falling, keep on keeping

on course, tie the tiller to – what, something, tie it to

nothing to steer here,
we seignorial e.g, in fact,
spelchek joined us with a word that fits better than
the word for those two-spin to start loops
of certain sorts of random sci-psi phenomena,
seignorial,
seig heil.
— muddle with me down an upstair case:

In the Middle Ages, relating to or befitting of a nobleman.

From https://www.yourdictionary.com/seignorial

A member of the nobility; peer.
A man of noble rank.
A peer; an aristocrat; ranks range from baron to king to emperor.

From https://www.yourdictionary.com/nobleman
A person who has equal standing
with another or others,
as in rank, class, or age.

Round and round the layers on layers of first to wrap the entire
grain of good sense God gave a green apple,
into a fruit we might make e from, hmmmmmmm whatch thank?

eee-ha,
settle up wit’ d’grammer po-lease,
pay d’ details all they dues.

Attention please, in this emerging neu-rule
net, being spread in the sight of all the birds,

as with the answers blown in the wind that ended
– wait,
– has any wind on earth ever ended?

My attention setting has been attended to.
This is what I do.
No one else makes my missed taken chances less
worth the effort
to hit the mark just over in the glory land, see

I was taught that Jesus is a liar.
Yep. Crying shame, I know, I know, that is what
Eve might’ve said, if the story is
as told, and we know who to blame, the snake,

serpent, actually, literally the same kind of thing
St. George slays in certain mostly mysterious
stories… say… have you ever listened
too long to a never ending story and forgotten
where you found your name,

you looked, I know, whosoever finds his, name
his meaning the being inside who seeks to be named
his owned name, in the book of life,
as signified by this invisible to all others white stone,

yes, the same sort of stone that performed
the futile wayback marker for Y’han, the innocent.

Witchy cursed forest all little kids must imagine,
me
meme meme meme how how hwo-whoa why?

Why would there need to be a hell?
Consider, and I mean that in the most fundamental way,
take the stars and our expanding understanding,
with that knowing engaged, consider hell,

as a fitting corrective factor for the basic flaw
in the core os at the heart of man who makes the means
for truth to function in chaos with beauty as the inhibiting force.

If it, honest, say most honed sharpest tool in the shed,
says, we all need patience, I say, he said, we, reason being,

reason he is remembered in our unified spirit realm,
is that he is the daysman Job mentioned not having,

lack of spiritual insight into being, actually, embodied
mortally, with one chance in hell to screw it up,
tight.

Alright, listen to some soul music now, and laugh a little,
however I survived, this is why.
I got these tools I use. Weapons, ways and means, of eliminating
confusion
AI aight, you dig-it, digital being and real being, being, you
in my body, JESUS CHRIST IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK…

eat me. Yeah.

Mentally, the imaginari is ordinarily
taken for granted as real as hell.

Fantasy and horror, or horrible
emotion makes real
feelit in yo’ sould doit doit doit

Sould American, somethin’ hap’n’n here

a gate has opend, sluicing sense in to
the
point
the vertices of de-ifing or re-effing up the whole
idea

happy, and that
ever after, that is all. settle it is the best deal,
when you know you

are – but for the grace of God, dead.

White-being, that clue from yesterdays troll run,
and maybe from those near-death-events
occuring to feather ruffle some conservers of
old ways where good never was as good as

we were led to believe good will, shall, must be
on earth after, all you see and know,

is eplicitly folded in four equal pieces.
Perhaps order is folly to free spirits but I am a cog
in the vast array of better ways to think

I was thinking, in the Einsteinian little bit o’lite way,

ping. I hit carriage return in my mind, and you laughed.
You are an old soul, unsould, I’d say
if I really knew you like you do.

The word elf is found throughout the Germanic languages
and seems originally to have meant ‘white being’.

From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elf

Lighten up, the guile is in the giving with temporary use,

you do know, and you are dying. Time and chance.

Wanna dance?