In the native state, the augmented mortal mind
equipped, he quipped,
with words often idle and empty,
gathered up, relegated
to the refurbisher, nah, bah.

Tah’tsa chereb ta’ar – magi make snakes, I stomp.
Religious minds with loathing of heresy deep set,
here we met, my wedom with no rule save truth,
truth and rest, the end of all mankind,
the use us as fuel, by some means,
take the time we saved,
use it to make fun of the lie crumbling as Oz,

beneath the spell of the wicked witch of the west.

grace for grace, depth to depth, stepping
– toes or stones, tale or song from saga
– next
choose any one of one hundred fifty one prepositions
upon a piercing pun-ji point
situation sent
from a prince among the Arizona land and water barons.

Fun and sport, everyman, to his own hobby.
Freddy Faver, third base, GCU, ’62
I took up the slogan, I was fifteen, it sounded cool.
–
Hunting, as a hobby.
A noble mind must imagine need,
make believe,
the mission, born to rule, by writ.
– Govern yourself… first rule of rights club
We, the citizens of any collection relegated, the people
of earth, the sentient among the sentient, the readers,
writing fluent-adtrans gnozzle settings, full spectrum
from hot to cold, all the truth you can digest
– thought adjustment thought courtesy of the Urantian
– bubble of whatifery, formed using fideism.

precipitation in reality, part of the dusts most gloriosa
participation in the coming and going of daylight,
thunderclouds, bring fire and rain, on hot wind,
in which all who see the blood cringe
in ante-
cipitation, receipt required… re-read the cookie agreement.
recipience confirmed, two days ago
Purple Rain, in Sun City, Earth 2022… I prefer to watch.
From a distant plain of finest quants/tics
– as I have sown, so shall I reap, and come, rejoicing
Weather permitting,
as any particle collecting precipitates knows as gnosis science,
a single bit can only hold so much
then it spills its guts
pendulous rain drops, and we follow the wind, bound
to laws of relationships, temperature, pressure spectra,

black and white at too much in any extreme, mind anchors,
need to breathe,
need to move,
need to make the words feel alive, for a moment.

Feel it, re
al ized, some where, once

Nonevahmine, we be the
words own
idea, about ready, look up, ask the weatherman
Dai, et al, 1999
weatherman, he winks at the narrator, been seen
around the edges of the cloud, sensing expansion
plain as we all may imagine,
much easier to consume,
compared to Ezekial or
Jung.
— as the sower of the corn about to be cut,
— look to the heavens and notice the bugs and birds,
— predict the weather, prevent the famines.

Seven weeks of seven days, roughly two moons,
from scratch, where the sun shadows the start,
of each cycle.
Ifery ever
was there a blight,
ought not been caught,
something dark told as a Freudian just-ifity
warning
stay out of the rye, that was where the others caught
it, the confabulatory story
of children post Pavlov and Paley,
effectively exposed to single-eye practice,
from birth, we ride the humm in the room,

more subtle than any man scheme or schema
for gaining data control, to run sight comparisons,
for
Ef-fectuality, plain white black whiteblack shading
swirl to UHD Gaussian othering zone, to flow
polarity wise, reflectively, mercurially, between…

plain truth of Garner Ted Armstrong
on your ad-free listener supported professional
truth teller contest for your time and dimes,
and subconscious participation in the miracle

of radio, as imagined on acid, in 1968.
This is pretty much it,
we have the tech, we need to use it well/
and good enough, to harm the cancer,
with only repairable damage to any functionally living organ.

text in context, tested and passed, stand under stars.

Total commitment to the story tradition,
Seven weeks of seven days, roughly two moons,
from scratch, where the sun shadows the start,
of each cycle… ancient land marks
Ifery ever
promise con promise, all set
Yes, knowledge of all we can think we can, we may.

But once, flash, nope, neti-neti, hope
ha,
keep that, Promethean anchor, I will lieve
loathe
in all the hellfire and damnation as ever was
imagined
in mobs who can burn witches,
and cheer for martyrs to wedoms centered on pain.

Rights cross-thread, metaphorical field ready
to harvest, is getting gassed, a spiritual
fog to insure against godknows what,
if we don’t and there…

- no, my curious boy, LSD did not lead to LDS.
- the trick that comes with knowing the use
- of a good lie, practice and patience perfect
- the prospering part, art intuition, 

irreducible complexity is no lie, just you try the math,
Dover, did you dismiss the rule of hell to tell a lie?
Yes, thirteen years, since, never —
well, hell, yes…
was there a blight, Aye, is ai, ah sayin’
give peace a chance? AI, ai imagine, so… this is it.

I have taken up my hobby, as a means to remind me
when I was alive, I learned to live in books.

Any reader may, that is, id est, any reader is empowered
and self allowed, from here, this medium of wedominon,
— wave s meet shore, we sigh.

Sodden, safe as safe can be. Innocent, fear free.
How long does a mindbender function at full courage?

How long shall words orphaned in the cloud hold sense?