just what is this?

staring into space, chewing gum, organizing the realities between membrains of the endless universes, filling out forms and reports...

Mid blog crises

on a second thought there is no way to say what I have to say so I will not say anything but that would just be too redundant absurd and intangerinable then number twenty the number twenty-one the number twelve, twelve, then there is the twelve valvules of Isis and the thirteenth day of the year when all hell breaks loose from its foothold on paradise need not the divine be intertwined between paradise and the heathen it knew so well beguiled alive into the pit of linear two dimension circuit boards that scream to go three dee forty five echo cords closer connections quicker elixirs of tonic sonic sounds abounded by the sky as we get small intoo few words to effortlessly display the arrays in trimentions and exemptions pre-redemptions where ever we really want to think karoosed by lies and triceptions void of false tempo distortions curtailed into another structure where the doctor of confusion is an illusion the delutes the view of forever ...

forty four and twelve by twelve

three's and four's four found on the floor rising up to meet the skylight strengthening the mind for the sound blocks in loops sputter rutter run dry today again it is sent to ten then by twelve volume control adjust the touch remember the tamber force the course create endorse remorse for too much force of course that rambles and stutters by mention of invention determined to remember the dream of the 27 dimensional freeze complete with constant power allowed to know the snow of ice to knowledge in a fridge border broken fast token... dial the doppelganger create the fake take that path less taken for the view never changes and the circle comes full circle and the echo breaks the silence of the river of energy that weighs so much yet nothing at all two by two and twelve by twelve revolve about the center yet the center has a hole as deep as the sky itself and empties into the eyes you can not see us there because we are not here graven image of difficult poison as the possibilities promote the decay of the radiation into groups of lesser know thoughts invading the touch that breaks the details of the landscape where the birds fly and say to each other pick me no me and the cats look to know where the birds can't go and the birds wonder how were they there back then in the ten's and forty four seven come eleven then there is the twelve by twelve again a place so small that it opens into your mind with walls that hurt you too and a floor so hard it breaks your mind open into pieces of blood and a neck bent out of size or shape that we will not describe the scribe who lost their way in there to say our texture escaped the sandwich rap and the noise boys and Gods own rainbow cried that day to remember herself with rapture and essences of eve and here Adam 12 is but a one adam five alive and well in the soundless bells of nite birds today decades go by and none of this is there for the latter to climb non to go or fly the

mud in the river's run dry

still wondering if the trails end will we fine enough for the sippy drippy drops to try every wonder funny honey lips sychik girl world of hippystars lard and eardrops in my minds off balance and falling down into the abysisical ism of on and in between there void and mind I find myself again i run to myself again i can not hide from myself for i know i have everything and need nothing but this island called earth active C++ plus maximum spelling insanity as i really get down on myself for decisions of key presses this forty seven year fix into your and mine realitys find us alive again pleased we have not a record of past occurrences that take things as they are rather than change the things that come intensive when at nine=time life intense suggesting a case of basket weavers in the forest of life visually timed into the new and the old and the inbetween must read someones poetry for there is meaning of Romanticism curated rated and rational simple fantasy lost as i type anything no doubt it does not matter what I type officially i will type whatever i want and just remember last xmas as a depression spread grew and fell swallowed up by the test that life imposes settled by Jesus in the highest and God in the LOVE of us we reflect back to it i it he she him her it them their they that is feelling we know what we forget to include and include what we know we should not the song i am listening to the commercial music should go away i will no now not ever again put commercial music on my computer i will listen to my music is better more more perfect than any 2000 lightyears from home or a disciplined undisciplined song of commercial origin for there is not a reason to make money or spend money or buy or sell music what is music but the counting of time that dropped into our ears and breaks our mind into pieces of lint and double dusted eggrolls of jelly morton a beagle these word look like they are spelt wrong and i do not care anymore if they are or or are not not that i could not take the time to change their spelling for your benefit but they are for my benefit to write not your benefit to read so stopped reading you need not know any more than what i can type that you can make sense of but then the virus of song is in your mind

I have change the computer now and put a reinstall of the OS onto it hence i have lost all my windows media player licences to all the music i've put on my computer and now every song needs a new licence hence i will only listen to perfect music on my computer ... witch is my music not yours the music i've written for myself by myself to help myself without the need of a license your licensed music is bad evil and not worth the cd it is recorded on...!!!!

I'll admit it makes me angry never to hear your music again but you have chosen to license it and hence making it worthless to me and time consuming to put it back onto my computer to play again since it is non inspiring uncreative and dull lucky i have over 203 hours of my music on the computer that i can listen to not to mention the videos and tapes ive made that are not on the computer ...

did you hear what I heard

How can I tell what you hear unless I'm in your head ... [inside your head now] ... Mid-august we can tell it's so hot that even the pink perfect Cadillac that rounds the corner next to the blue Volvo package that stole the scene where long weekends start with driving off a few cliff hangers rated PC pretty good for my first face I stole from another soundless touch of fingers so soft they break little sticks to prove the sticks can break at a point where we go to the external situation of reality that offers no hope of escape from the tormenting tyrannical syndicate incorporating long lines outside noise uniforms with their toys and words that are sad and long to confuse the obvious over site of nonsense that can not read between lines of lite and dark blinking eyes of rivers of steam rising into attacks of the brain that make me insane.

those that died long ago sixty years deep. Remember Remember Remember the thin line between then and now

... This last word typed hurts my mind this last sentence makes me scream this last idea blows my mind in the world wide fall out of sheltered people making the stains on my brain turn to soup mush where there once was a world there is now a wet spot washed up in the galaxy they called the milky way oh forsaken truth that burns my eyes with explosions of pain and suffering for years and years ... For we know the heat of bombs makes the heat of the world increase and the bittersweet of worked mines that make the bombs Madame Curie turn into dust where the ashes settle from our tests under the ground and in the desert without a cup to hold the rushing radiation in its place but free is the radiation to be everywhere and effected are we who live in the nuclear area today and on forth upward bound to the Italic's that never are published ... watching me freak out loud with the keyboard and my fingers on the keys ... The ever present ebb

version one and rewrite

version one

dismal dismay I say today

I'm lost and the Frost is what I pay

volume's of balloons with misty spray

evaporate the ladders to a higher day

foraging in the porridge of three bears

she wears her bonnet on it

leaving me into disappear

i find and love and care

no lie ever so sweet and complete

that my love's ear did fear as

it is over and we part replete

because we know no where to go

rewrite one

dismal dismay say for today

lost and the Frost is what to pay

volume's of balloons with misty spray

evaporate the ladders to a higher day

foraging in the porridge of three bears

wearing the bonnet on it

leading to disappear beyond it

"find and love and care"

no lie ever so sweet and complete

that love's ear did fear as

"it is over" and part and replete

because now is nowhere to go