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It Amounts To As Much 1999/04

The ziggaret.The pyramid. Holy Mount Zion. The snows of Kilamonjaro. The home of the God’s Olympus. Highest peak in North America Denali in Alaska. The now fallen peak of Algonquin a traveler. Sea bed mount of the tropical Hawaii.

The grammarian. A woman of reign considering her offspring. Easy to know by the simple calling of their hearts to beat. And what is the Universal lot of such good fortune? Who stamps the hall license with their mark? What claven homes of sacristy in a plethora has on its horizons the coming and going of trams from the Mythraic fleet?

Have the swaro let racks of pierced hearts in on raven swells? Snip jiggle wits it is ubiquitous consternation on the larboard side. Rope a chord and keep on flirting logical. Divulge in you feld set of space. Or like our Lightfoot who snaps a twig and culls. In the periodatch a Flanders house and a vestige of root quenched.

The rosy cross. Buddhist confusion between maldiction and henchmanship. Dharma-order toward truth. Brotherhood of the Rosy Cross. Esoteria of the Astral court. Fete in bannered height. Decisions of the snap were forward in effort. Werewitche. Shipsafe and stock sure. Water from Senators. Law rights. Corporate business. Hillbills. Money in stacks of stocks.

7 turns. Celtic Abreya. Arthur and the Hallow tree. Appeliac Amperfin. Intercalery twain dexterity. Taos, 6 were 9, Mercaba, jackals and the oxymoron. Folex. Oden & the Aeon are One.

Los Angeles general going back in time with a chipper for a soldier. Tabok of Emmanuel Lieber. Ane, boo, cree, dor. Emmanuel Lieber. Tabok of the creed. Descry Attenuate. Upanishads. Samadhi and Satori commingled and mixed. And the workings of the language semantics. Octave set of semantic structure should be brought to accord with forme fixe solfeggio. As well as the Universal Octave.

Me & My Like

Heart rending sorrow and exercise. The compassion it takes in getting along with those in the manner of life. They whom are relieved to hear of your progress yet to whom one does not ask of the refrain. Courses amongst horses. Making out good and wise sense in the extant of their mind. In there goose fletching and the churches they place on the rock and on the hill.

Secreting a way the vernal axis. Making out a good place to set aside differences and get down to meditation. To come promising. To give to reason and its powers enkind. A veritable tautology of feating glades. A glam exegisis upon the cultured bough. The road is not for the weary my fine camper. No it is rather a conditional peace indeed.

When the leaves on the tree are flourishing. In the spring tide as they call it in the Northern climes. There is an excitement to find out who is the herald of the event. The gopher? The Robin? What about the fox? Up and at ’em babies! The glide of pacified wings checks its Jay at the door. Crossing these streets need have be the bane of the iconoclast. To no longer care for the filcher and the varmint. As quick as a dash and bent to feature it no more. Reduced to b-grade popcorn of the jiffiest kernel and poker’s fork.

If any more tribal lore has need splay my possessions then know I will be at the fly of a feather to make sure the reward is my proper wage. How about $10,000 dollars a show. Just the songs and chords will do ya what is necessary. And when all cheap excuses for vagaries have been exhausted well then end your day and lay ye down and take a proper rest why don’t you.

You have needs do that. See.

High Criminy

Psychefancy, Christomancy, a Thebian priest and his tools. The highway is the by way is the liars way of breaking with the rules. To leave the brave, the accusing of rags, the jealousy of the rote. To too well tell a curiosity to dwell is the parasitism of a cleft in the wall straying, is the deft prerogative of slacking brown nose toads. The oath of a diligent and cross fountain gather has to excuse the Winter, excuse the rain, excuse the very plumbing truth for its simples, its pathos, its gain.

As a child I had my blues. I had my tasty treats and I had my designs. Make good on my fortune and react by spreading the garland around. Give good witness to the tourney in the trades and cheer on the charge leaders in the snuff and morays. A heuristics of the nominal purchase of the low down spirit. For penchant, for musings, for brave concord in the light of another oncoming day.

To speak of rain is made obfuscate. The harassment of savages saves their own. Another drink but it ain’t on me. You see that would be the clover hoof. The Gillian cast of sympathy a lack. How many the times does an exhort need to tell you you don’t need to leave unless you need a hallowed reed to blow us all away.

The page doesn’t turn without the idle to fall its way through. There is no cache of booze. No store of gold. No bank note for us to go by.

Only a broken mother asking how many children you will take, how many coffers you will leave empty, how many lies you will force your young men and women to tell. Its the new slavery and all you need are believers. That will seal the Deil. The lie of the conceited flesh. Both the purile and the anteseptic make out no such due accord. An irascible convenience of bailed out Strophies and baumed out gartens in the disputed Sun.

If things look up then you are getting duped. If you cross the bridge then you will be stumbled from your stoop. The best effort is to no longer have anything to do with evil. The best demon is the one that choses never to exist. The best dead man is one born again. It doesn’t get any easier than that. Simply move from this place of your own volition and check the street when you cross it.

A place like this goes without saying. The best result of customers is the gypsy sending the current home. Any other cause of the diaspora and we will have to cut our losses. We do neither make practice of it nor do we profess it. It is bewitching and the extent to which it has exaserbated the vehemence of its rebuke is not our call.

If you position yourselves at the cryogenic with a redundancy that currently is your stone. One thing is you have only to imagine your enemy. The same as the evil you purchase in your markets. The ride aspect of the carnival leaves you at the door.

Return is as decisive as foul play. You are caught without your better reason and your hide splits at the confessor’s error. You are a consumer you see! And I mean through and through. The indulgence of the mass going by prepares of nefarious means. It just glares when their babies cry for the succor of your candy. Another tests and the order is denied. What is rather apprehended is the tantrum of two foot tall infidels and the flash in the pan ethos of conniving runts. Those automatons of the filth and the crud.

To end on pleasant note. The garden cares for those who tend it. And to tend it well it needs its respects and it’s revolutions. Vouch for it like death and you will find your health improves by far. The earth bids us give her lease for a longer tide down her shores. Life is not a matter of objects. A stinking mess shouldn’t be ignored. Get out and exercise your constitution. Or go to camp. Just don’t excuse your consumption because you are a faithless and bastardized. Be. And do that in good company. Thank you.

Cogni

Peaceful, easy and full of sympathy. Nomen C cogitance in bloom. The valued expression of namesake. Given to the bedding down of horny deer on hilltop of a downtrodden grass. I could write her a letter of the diminutive type. Emboldened with sweet displays of incredulous wit forsooth. The nicks and foils of a blaspheme free truckload of the peach.

And yes the bond of infrequency has the bent of too many out of hand referrals unto the treasure and trove. Many glowering torpitudes making out like cuttahacks in the Hessian stream of a distant fugue. To take on ourselves the hawkish means of recognition in the fields of pasturage. With the tresses bound to all go enjoy the decent and arriving. I hope to see you all there with as much chutzpah and contest as could be found between a cricket and a racehorse.

To battle it out clodhopping their way around the ripened track. With touts and crafty schoolwork ruse. A cogitance in the nervy way that bellows can swiftly steal a fire from the blade. To engrave the phrase upon it’s broad. Left to crow’s singing charlatan mouthful and lifelong chum and carousels loving.

Maybe there is better less bitter way to come into the power of knowing. But very few people ever choose to give it a chance. They want concrete throes, pavements, and the host of indelible answers to go by.

Stop it! End the charade and the axe grinding and the folly of blasphemous the ruse. End it! To be your own better helper and friend. The good old fashioned reason to look down in order to look up. How so? Have you no confidante? Are you one more b-rate study in chumps or just a bad date? The world must know the difference between service and ugly minded people out to take every law advantage of the freedoms of their fellow man, and woman.

I do not merely see. I sense. And the control to acknowledge that to people of trust and not those we don’t is the difference between a tailspin and a long, slow curve. The thing is, most people,like it or not have very little time to pay attention to the natural flow of events here in this earthly circus. Not to mention that besides those who would just as soon we blow it out loud asses.

There is also that contingent of greedy eastwards who do not believe in freedom at all. Once discovered by the average Joe the fact is that that schmuck or duppy, which ever side of the argument they find themselves on, only has enough time to tell the lie. That great work of all malicious people everywhere.

I myself am of the mind that we all really need each other to an Earth’s short ton degree. Farther going there and much to becoming here but the truth that for the most part we are best left alone and to our devices. I know that recognition amongst the fallen and statistic. If fishing the pond of mankind is moving closer and closer to the cheating side of the slack. In their ethics and relations and how they choose to take part in the upbringing of others. Chillies. Chiel. Youngins.

That is enough for me. The world will at times still find her children are trying to throw a wrench into the works but that’s the fucking business. And like it or not the mass and that part of it that is black is giving peoples the business. The haunting line of freaks driving down the line behind the wheel of their own destruction.

Nothing necessarily truthful remains that can be said on this at present. I know the care of my namesake amongst the ways of my brethren as together our revolutions continue in the guises of a dear Lord and I know the blasphemous tide that often surrounds the Christ. Other than that there is the fine lot of life’s variety. Mystery plays it’s hand a guide and herald falling in love with someone to spend the glad days espoused and caring for the chillies come of that kind of care and foreboding.

Thank you very much. I will be here all week. Lol

Awestruck 1996/01/07

The savior and the king do battle. While star struck diadems spark. Whistling amongst the chattel. This causes such a stir to shark. Laughter begets jest. In finesse none the less. For a man of naught to confide. To bring up qualms so tried. At the side of standards. Once pandered. With wine. For ables to dine. Till near death makes both blessed.

And remember the walls. That came tumbling down. Faces no longer in a tree grown. More or less watching the days go by. That made men cry. And others turn to stone.

Open Contest 2000/02/05

Spit fire-open contest. And he in his attire has chosen to gather with the par event in horizon.

When will the Zepher attract its cohorts? How shall Ecumenicus return to the deft renown?

With a jiff of the trick. So up air hardy you’ll not rather have them sick.

Each with a one of his exhalations. Providing explanations. And the rippled speech of your common seer.

This I say has entendre closer to sense than any ultimatum my dear.

Cloud Clarity

A clarity of space. Some hilarity in the race. A gander at the stock of our neighbors. A daily listing to chores through many labors. To reeve forth the unguent. To reap broad stars of lusty pent. A divine conflagration of peoples. Over broad passes and many steeples. The makeshift predilection of towers. From loose shrifts, the humble bowers.

Cavalcading like streetfell hippies. A curry of fell dashes from a sky paints paths trippy. Het diagramatical lour embellishing sheens of the topical spheres. Tectonic arch craftsman at the gears. With thunderbolt and looming shrouds. The way they stack up they’re as alive as the clouds

A Candleweight Ten Thousand

In a word. Slammed! Mother Nature’s own son get out the tackle and using it to raise up both his arms. Still righteous and real heart rending. Oh but to make your query of the air. That same thoroughfare as the gospel messages. Given to flight by the birds and their unassuming breezes. Chill and aerodyte. A systemic set of ropes echoing clear. So bound by obstruction. So well fielded as to give strata to its broad sweep. Of the passages, the waterways, the landsdown way of catching tails midnight. A stormy concatenation of modernity and reach.

If there comes back to point, that poetic license is a dealing in proclivities. That meander before stealth is a cataclysmic reprieve from the dunder of a simple and shy hunting. To wink in the age of fascination. To be given to charmed reckless havocs. In determined causality of smelling a quaint blueberry pie cooling in the breach of an open and unguarded kitchen window. If the belt of a hefty broach said making good on the bibard, the penchant, the hustle, of gray eyed and stumbling dodgers.

There has been up till now a good amount of experience to remit the wealth of the common unto the dominion of the reel. There are not again as many oogling codgers to make off with the coffers of the house of justice. More of a due concord in the way that trees buffet and sands sift their dross unto dirty rain. A fitting contentment on the board of believers although still being thwarted by the contest of deserts where there are drowning and the mar of realities when there is not to be found a drop.

Life. Were it raised up behind the stump to reach the conversations of leading tonic and tones. The wistful and indeterminate in their contesting figures of art. The very air above can weal and turn in broad and cavorting temptations. While the given nature of the past time cross. If there are to be more sheep in the fold. Well then if the keep of their hearts to shelter will continue to bleet at their mistress like lambs. She the one to see to their high mountain passes.

Between faux geste and the solar bearing of a kept sort of universal time. Broad out across the waters beyond cliff face and hungry rocks of the reef and fallen takes on the humble towering of the above. A season to take off the normal chains of our intuitions and  accept the vocalizations of a consulate. The remaining ephemeral traipsing of a bandy few to their watches and their wait.

To blow the horn of yesterday and remember the Winters release of our dreams to the Summer gardens and the liberty to make good on one’s time. Well spent and garnering both a memory and a taste. For the blessed sunshine and the greenery of the tree and field. The forest in its vertical ascension into the guises of the upward and outward skies in the fair above.

Can’t Let You Be 1994/10/26

There are angels disappearing and the devil can’t let you be. There are angels disappearing and the devil can’t let you be. Only the right good son of man around here can set you free. I do hold a belief in a kind and endearing Lord. Travel the same dusty roads Angels have trod before. Ring out the calends with drumming dowel rod accord. And if its some fecund parse of earth that helps us live. Then we don’t trespass with want of our retractions to plod out afford.

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Is God our own genius wood? I’d listen intently if I could. To the simple young man’s text uttered aloud. To a zealous awaiting crowd. When death its face will show to our ancient55% ancestral dynamo. It can in double helix twists continue to intimately persist in fratyries forma conceive of and consist. It is a masque only fit for portrayal of what the mind does resist. And the morning of our songs rises on this land to rapsodize and5566t l6ist.

Even in harmful animal gyres for what was once bereaved quickly expires. To reach loftily some foreground skyward. With a good heaven for our abitrator and bird. 56556565A dovecoat passerby noticed for his laurel leaf making out the rites in a customary way for the settled beast. Who turned his manes(manse) to the east. Where stands the last blown away blood shamed priest. To think on some old Western religion there was a due. Here troubling our game of ‘duck, duck, goose’.

So for a love of life and a father’s trust there recedes, like new ambers int66666686o the wood, shadows from a researcher’s bust. The long walk on a frequent road to meet up with some of that tireless dust. The old steel mills of Pennsylvania under their guarantee against the blades and axeheads. Unkempt and troubled by the awakened introduction of moisture and then rust.

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