HISTORY, FRACTALS, CHANGE

The great evil that has been allowed
to flourish and condense into the meta-cloud
this relativism
this encased space
where there is no distinction between shit and shinola
Everyone’s on equal footing
Everything’s of equal weight
Clogging the drains of the ribosomatic palace
We have no mathematical ability
We don’t know how to ask the questions
That expose some propositions as preposterous,
trivial, insulting, unworthy of repetition
Science is oh so quite capable
of undertaking its own reformation
are you the enemy? That lonesome slug subverting our enterprise? deconstructing our notions towards a world of clarity?
Why can’t we point out the pernicious forms of idiocy that flourish in our own community!?
An appeal to the level of intellect
that makes what’s going on with internet advertising like a meeting of the Princeton institute of advanced study
why have we tolerated so many semi-loose heads?
Who is willing to take on the karma involved in argument?
and all the messy discourse that bores somebody else’s ox?
So that at the end of the day such institutionally sanctioned forms of absurd iridology, like Mormonism, lies in shreds on the floor?
You want to talk about what’s politically correct!?
I can feel the tension in this room because people sense that I might gore their particular thoughts
Clean up your slime and forget about trailing back
There are just so many foolish people in the world
DEAF BUMB BLIND FEELING SMELLING THOUGH A THICK WOOD
All of these things are intelligence tests dontcha know
Those that pass are not worrying about pro bono proctologists from other star systems
We have perfected politeness
We have perfected the ability to listen to damn foolishness
without betraying so much as a flick of an eyebrow when we realize the vacuum we are in the presence of
Now it is time to refine our mathematical skills
learn to think straight and not be afraid
to denounce the pernicious forms of foolishness which are viciating the energies of our brethren
and making us appear marginal and absurd in the discourse
oriented towards truly transforming society

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THIS HOLIDAY SEASON A LOVED ONE HAS MANY NAMES

Poisons potions body lotions
Slickin’ it on for a real smooth silky person
Personages pertaining to a royal luxurious crème bath
Petinaed and palpitating pulchritudinous polygons
Retinaed and lactating ommatophobic polyglots
Polyps of the body sponge
PE PAH PONDER PROTO ZOAN PRO PRO PROSTHETIC PARASITE

You can only feel your heart when it’s disintegrating
An energy perpetually fleeting, heating, dissipating
Oh to heave with gravity rather than predestinarianism!
I retract my offer give it back I only have so much to spare and certainly none to waste on some somatic

(( olfactorally designed patina copper finished filigree patterned lidded box with fleur de lies top metal embossed rope pattern around trimmed rim criterion paragon motif ))

All is flow all is motion
Set it down to lose it in ripe curled tides
Release all inhibiting noontime shadows
Tan your own hide in order to segway to the next installment
Everyone else can stay back and eat pie and die in their own bile

But nay not you or I !
We ferment loftier tempests to cast our die !
A stone cold throw of purest prophetic sight !
We as augur, sotthsayer, spiritualist archetype !
Break with kismet to entwine & reticulate astral kites !
I’m sick of all this about your obfuscated oblivion
Oh sorry impetuous strokes and tears for fallen Babylon
Desiderata of dilated hallucinatory Zion
Try on these palaver pontificators
Strap on slink in nip and tuck the tip of the royal interpreters
Step out of your own shit and smell the sour ideations of senility

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THIS HOLIDAY SEASON A LOVED ONE HAS MANY NAMES

Poisons potions body lotions
Slickin’ it on for a real smooth silky person
Personages pertaining to a royal luxurious crème bath
Petinaed and palpitating pulchritudinous polygons
Retinaed and lactating ommatophobic polyglots
Polyps of the body sponge
PE PAH PONDER PROTO ZOAN PRO PRO PROSTHETIC PARASITE

You can only feel your heart when it’s disintegrating
An energy perpetually fleeting, heating, dissipating
Oh to heave with gravity rather than predestinarianism!
I retract my offer give it back I only have so much to spare and certainly none to waste on some somatic

(( olfactorally designed patina copper finished filigree patterned lidded box with fleur de lies top metal embossed rope pattern around trimmed rim criterion paragon motif ))

All is flow all is motion
Set it down to lose it in ripe curled tides
Release all inhibiting noontime shadows
Tan your own hide in order to segway to the next installment
Everyone else can stay back and eat pie and die in their own bile

But nay not you or I !
We ferment loftier tempests to cast our die !
A stone cold throw of purest prophetic sight !
We as augur, sotthsayer, spiritualist archetype !
Break with kismet to entwine reticulate astral kites !
I’m sick of all this about your obfuscated oblivion
Oh sorry impetuous strokes and tears for fallen Babylon
Desiderata of dilated hallucinatory Zion
Try on these palaver pontificators
Strap on slink in nip and tuck the tip of the royal interpreters
Step out of your own shit and smell the sour ideations of senility

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A series of questions :: secessions :: legions
A set of binomial sensations :: lesions
A sect of idolatry serrated :: legends
SIT UP STRAIGHT AND WAIT
[ tic tic tic tic tock tock tock tock ticking ticking tocking tocking
clicking clacking incessant churning of every thing ]
consult the oracle:
Oh! Antimony Bath!
Oh! Bone Barameter!
Oh! Shoeless Savant of Lessnesses!
Peer through muddied theaters of dead history
To reap the dusty nutrients of passing martyrs

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