Xj-13 phase 2

Saturday, September 17, 2016
3:08 PM

Does anybody talk like this?
Dude, real or not real, ya know, hunh?
Matters not a tall, if you can hear that tinkling in yo ear y’ear
Does
Anybody real talk like that?
Aural hallucinations, there is likely a more exacting term,
May be really
Only your mind listening in a language you remember tho’
Come to thingofit you can’t remember why

Radioman.
Yeah, more bandwit may be so now,
Not then.
There was war thin Radioman he did everything real,
and talked and musicked
Say that again musik like no body never herd
Instinct and five whatever you bet against says
Something I forgot
Static and screams static static
This ain’t hallucinatin’ I know hallucinatin’
This is real time Radioman in all the glory he hangs
Out
In
That piano is calling harmony to itself
(now that we know what book we ar in
What say we agree
No inter outer or other ruptions of any sort, kind, or reason
Especially reason but you stay on track as it were
Exactly everybody you were saying
Would should shall could can will what.
exactly back on track brings to mind the era of classical
Disharmony
Static male voice
A growl
Maybe I tuned into some body watching a Tarzan movie with Range Rider
Without his Dick West trick riding sidekick being Tarzan

Little space here folks there seems
to be a great deal
of absent mindedness being
Healed collectively giving far stronger signals that broach no ruptions
of any sort
So say amen and let the show go on
For however long it be
Herd that mother
Not Mary
Stop stop stop licensing this to be done

Space
Works almost the same everytime we see it
You understand it is you and me
Now
My point of view is the only point of view
That is the point of inter and other ruptions
To adjust behind the scene
So to speak
Steering or herding moving together
Integrated whatever few sidetrack switches
we throw the betta they nevah neva notice me being
Right in the middle o’them all standin tall
Buford Pusser

Some day that name becomes one
of the endlless idle word parade
Meaning nothing without the man
Circuit switching
Did ya evah have t’make up yo mind
Bit o’powder there par fuming pheromones’
Moaning deep throat calling you my son
Recalling proverbs and sing song mnemonics

Aire those furies…. No, sirens

All sense of the central thought is gone here

Something like this happens in every epic quest,
So this is happening to us
Like a google panorama, with time
Spinning so fast
Past is perfect
As promised.

And I do know this story ends, with all the people in it.

That comforts some souls stuck here
with no yeses anywhere
Easy to see. Knock on rock.

Turn away not every dis tracking idea, spirit thing, still small voice,
Burning in the bosom, must be ignored,
(not only nored but
Igly so, like ignominous, but worse
Anon emnity, I mean dis to the extreme,
Ignored)- abhored, was the term we sought,
as good men abhor evil, hate is not our thing, see. 2023

Your are saying, no, don’t ignore the sirens?

I am saying and seeing ok
nonsense
Backup
Some lines take days to write so slow

More comprehensive sticky but
Thought stuffing drivel as like as nothing at all
You know what I mean

You pay for that knowing with attention
None can ask for more
Or less punctuate variably
It is an integral part
Of this particular show.

You know escaping your past is temporary right
Fug it a bow tit grow up you know

Space and time were at once the purpose of saying
The word
Sorry sorry sorry I we know
That sounds better I agree single point
of view
in ever dimension is just,
Alright, with me
I can see the whole thing first from a slight angle
I can’t change any thing if it can change itself right
And you can’t change anything if you can’t change your mind.

Attention’s not so high a price.
Some words take days to think
and minutes
Even hours to write or say or pray
without
More than one thought nestled away.

Would to God is an odd phrase.
In this book curiosity maybe chased within,
Not reason, excuse. Wish to God. Pray er, it that?
So, sometimes, living kindly, excuses
Ignorance, once.
That’s not knowing. Next time it is paying
Attention elsewhere and missing would to God
in action.
Wish you had known.

ask if you know why

It’s a trip
All ways once was one way
Can not be any other way

Here hear me say I know this let me say
One way is the loneliest way at first cold three-dog ever knight
[non intrusive note knight was a high tech mistake as was knabe
Not know tho’ the k on night and nave were never needed
Knowing tho’ is ever so simplish to make plain flat out
The k there is king of wisdom still listening to you and me we
That k makes no and and now be
Wow we never noticed that before did you dear I did not I am afraid
Stop entertaining like a clown in the parade you have purpose
We all propose you cease believing every lie you believe now

Clear space see one
Perspective at a time
Punctual point making is all ways allowed
Just we
Never saw this way before I we
First believed
Such a spective was ever never speculated in our home
Being as hows we never even suspected whys ever ex isted
That is un be liveable chosen to be expected by some who knew
The alternatives are
Whys, always like x’s and y’s
Love the laughter uncanned downstairs those people
Laugh out loud and love it
Why
God knows
I tell you told you I do not

    That was months ago, before Sister Karen stopped laughing that way.
    She got all my wise ass baah lame jokes. I long to see her as she is.

The ruptions once caused by typeing keys 
on paper only eleven inches tall 
in it's most extreme dimension
Simpish remember the steps required 
to type what once was manually scribed 
into a type writer
Typing of all manners was popular 
until the late twentieth
How many trains 
of thought were derailed 
for ever by the limits of knowledge
Being only so it might seem
being the only one
You see
Many of those secret affectin' k's, know is included 
for the role its k plays in now and wisdom,
Came first 
with a slip 
of the key -- B natural.