Running in one place:.
Placards:.
Was you or me:.!.
Or was it you:. Then!.
Maybe it was or maybe it wasn’t:. In the stillness of the night, you knew.
I knew and they knew. Maybe it left us and maybe you read this and knew what I meant.
Don’t read it fast or slow just read it. Just like that when you came to this page. It sounds like that and then it is. Energy is and meant to be. It speaks even you don’t know or remember the words. It’s okay because it’ll speak any way. Like Alan Vega. His words. Have feeling and feel. The band the church are electric! You definitely are not in the same everyday element. It’s like music isn’t it. It came here and gave and did it’s thing and you felt.
Feel.
You glance at page and wonder when and what did that mean. Maybe it’s skywriting in the nodal form in your brain. Connecting all necessary things to make new ideas fire. Bloody well!
Running in one place. It’s meant to inspire and not leave one hopeless on the treads with arcane vision. Instant inspiration and instant this to inspire to make all that is not here, here. The good stuff without fluff!.
I’ve seen all kinds of things:.
Sure, everyone says that:.
But it ain’t so:.
I’ll give a few and a few bicks and bucks here and maybe it’ll end up here. Then away into the world. A world of imagi that swirls around the world and in the world of my being.
A straight line forward and a new meal or ticket, may it come loose and make its self known!. The journey is itself bought by thought and dream. Dream within a dream because it can!
I left this place long ago and yet I did that just today. I, you, can say that and it’s free!.
Free invention and free thought! It’s not just fillery. You read and I know you are out there. Touch the meadows! The air up for free! Country and gold! Gold silvery and silvery meadows with a reality untouched!. Pristine!.
This was meant for this moment! Today is not like yesterday but we can still relate.?
The journey is all yours.
Silken sky deserts over plains! That fly and fly far and make themselves known with just a smile!.
It’s only a minute and a minute of calm. Or a piece of aura that lasts within you forever, like a long lost memory that is all there is.
A song so powerful it overtook you that day. It’s worth and worth having!
Pristine gold into flowing.
Pristine meadows somewhere over there. It’s a new energy you felt. Kind of like songs you heard when you first heard the Steve Kilbey and the church. Was it one song you heard then on the first listen or many?
I hold a candle to you. Let it’s flame not bicker so much, you know. Miles of you.
Something so strong, that’s a good song. Crowded as it maybe and another band as in house. I knew in this pretend meadow of today that this song is better now then when I first heard it. It happens. I always saw the video as it was popular and nothing wrong with that certainly.
I wonder if it’s more of many songs out there. I’ll bet and bet by the garden that sleeps with stars in it’s hilyden.
Wrap those ears and wrap those around for the tree tells it’s true story today. It’s young and magic-brite with all those things!.
The kind of things that own up to themselves as I know. It’s blight and blightness wonder dream! Dream around a wonder up skywonder III. Like Germany III. The planet named so.
Paintness it seems and seems with stillness. Pure motion ethic into being. Reality updated and real!.
Frost.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Parchments and Pellance and Pelts!
“Gold Entwissling”
Parchment of fellows and a bellagos legos. The times and the slights and the ease of degrees. Lest the time felt and the time wandered. It all adds up and makes for a round about of a time.
Pyramids the gold and the slumber. Glissening in sky thoughts prayers and all the Nile stories one could hold or catch.
Life after life and life and then life.
What Angel was it that cast down many a night prayers the day the solace days prayers began at the pyramids? These prayers were done not by any one of a kind nature but by liars, cheats, and thieves. And so it was an angel who dost speak against them.
It was Pharoh. He is an angel!
Life after life was the name of the group thousands and thousands of years ago. They challenge his existence and decreed he didn’t exist nor did anyone who were followers of his. Anyone who was female they designated followers of his. Anyone who did not bow down to their beliefs were out.
It’s the pyramid catch they said back in the day if you were normal and didn’t follow all these kinds of lifers and their ways. That’s what I said then and my name is Sidaris.
Pharaoh is the correct spelling of his name but then he spelled it like Pharoh. This was for many reasons.
The gold the passion the kill and the word! It was what the evil people said then.
The kind that can’t stand anyone else’s beauty.
It’s their prime. Their prime factory.
Wings at the pyramids and wings against the pyramids III. It’s his presence then and now. He can’t be stop for all evil knows he still exists,
And yet the world still turns.
Sanskrit the ancient art of love! This meant that then. It was derived or created by those were untrusting and lost within. Lost within their own power control over others.
A Deuced and a all for this and that. Gimmie this Gimmie that!.
A fine tottenham experiment or accent. This is what evil said to each other out loud down the trolley.
A lost life this is and Sanskrit in its state then still exists. I’ll bet. All the secrecy and all the rules. All the hatred for society and hatred for women.
If you haven’t guessed it yet reader I am skipping around but not. It is these lost who have lost their original “soul light.” More to the point they had it taken away. They have a forsaken light which means they were “condemned” for their crimes against humanity and against people like Pharoh. Angels.
Eden is angel. Not a garden of Eden although she may have had a garden called that to make fun of those who would damn her name.
Yes - Eden is angel and it’s a crime isn’t it to mention it! After all.
World renown for her beauty for art she’s been around the barrel and shoved a great many down the slide for their limit imposing against her.
Numbers catch, catch the wind IIII.
Numbers through and through.
Numbers and kill and killdoor!.
Killfloor!.
She’d watch those words then and smile.
Glissen and walldouwre!
Eden did grow the forbidden fruit in bible and nor did Heaven. Heaven is a Female angel. The bible is inaccurate and completely wrong!
Eden and Heaven both female through and through. Their soul lights completely female and completely lesbian through and through.
The condemned can’t read these words. They are not permitted and can’t tell what words are on the page. That’s them limited. Nor do they have a right to see!
Hovering around the lot with space among:. These words flow around!
Golds thru thin and thin time passes space and kills the waste!.
Jesus.
Not Jesus Christ! Important fact and reality!.
Evil people created that!.
Jesus Christ was a guy who hated Jesus and all female authority and female race. Jesus Christ has as a name and a religion has been ado-pted by many through out time.
Nawg outs and nawgs outs lets the wings that strew them fell straw them with contrivance!
Jesus and Pharoh both good looking and extraordinarily good looking did not beg for followers. Nor did they walk around bare foot in public! And that’s a great laugh for the past times.
Conflict and conflict and conflict! Explode!
It’s easy for those who don’t remember although many do remember. Jesus and the pharoh had their energy in check.
It’s was simply high and beautiful! Way beyond any piece of art I’ve seen in this lifetime.
Eden and Heaven were also the same!.
The thief said gimmie your lie or life and all baggage to the angels back then. I’m after your passsion! I was you and now you owe me! For I am the lord of all p-lanets!. I have all the documents and monuments! See!
The angel says no and turns on it energy and shows its real self. The angel says I don’t live dogma or a creator above you!. I create myself!
Dust and then poof!
The whacker walks away with no words to speak of!.
Coward!.
I a second of a frame could gather this is reality. A reality built on lies upon lies. Built for toil and for control!.
“He simply cannot worship me,” said the thief. I’ve need all his gold!.
“Give me everything and give me the load:”.
These words still ring in space now as they are written in big letters.
Gold was another word for aura too back then as well as the commodity!.
Pharoh the artist and the gold afternoon fix. One of many! A joker and a comedian. A jester for sorts as he’d say, or a jester for sorrs.
The score here is Pharoh still exists then and now and those against him do not have an original “soul light.”
The enemy is marked and condemned! It’s choice made for it!
For it cannot never achieve or undo!
Yes retrieval and rewrite cannot bargain nor credit, nor can it attain interstellar status!
Infinitly!
Parchment of fellows and a bellagos legos. The times and the slights and the ease of degrees. Lest the time felt and the time wandered. It all adds up and makes for a round about of a time.
Pyramids the gold and the slumber. Glissening in sky thoughts prayers and all the Nile stories one could hold or catch.
Life after life and life and then life.
What Angel was it that cast down many a night prayers the day the solace days prayers began at the pyramids? These prayers were done not by any one of a kind nature but by liars, cheats, and thieves. And so it was an angel who dost speak against them.
It was Pharoh. He is an angel!
Life after life was the name of the group thousands and thousands of years ago. They challenge his existence and decreed he didn’t exist nor did anyone who were followers of his. Anyone who was female they designated followers of his. Anyone who did not bow down to their beliefs were out.
It’s the pyramid catch they said back in the day if you were normal and didn’t follow all these kinds of lifers and their ways. That’s what I said then and my name is Sidaris.
Pharaoh is the correct spelling of his name but then he spelled it like Pharoh. This was for many reasons.
The gold the passion the kill and the word! It was what the evil people said then.
The kind that can’t stand anyone else’s beauty.
It’s their prime. Their prime factory.
Wings at the pyramids and wings against the pyramids III. It’s his presence then and now. He can’t be stop for all evil knows he still exists,
And yet the world still turns.
Sanskrit the ancient art of love! This meant that then. It was derived or created by those were untrusting and lost within. Lost within their own power control over others.
A Deuced and a all for this and that. Gimmie this Gimmie that!.
A fine tottenham experiment or accent. This is what evil said to each other out loud down the trolley.
A lost life this is and Sanskrit in its state then still exists. I’ll bet. All the secrecy and all the rules. All the hatred for society and hatred for women.
If you haven’t guessed it yet reader I am skipping around but not. It is these lost who have lost their original “soul light.” More to the point they had it taken away. They have a forsaken light which means they were “condemned” for their crimes against humanity and against people like Pharoh. Angels.
Eden is angel. Not a garden of Eden although she may have had a garden called that to make fun of those who would damn her name.
Yes - Eden is angel and it’s a crime isn’t it to mention it! After all.
World renown for her beauty for art she’s been around the barrel and shoved a great many down the slide for their limit imposing against her.
Numbers catch, catch the wind IIII.
Numbers through and through.
Numbers and kill and killdoor!.
Killfloor!.
She’d watch those words then and smile.
Glissen and walldouwre!
Eden did grow the forbidden fruit in bible and nor did Heaven. Heaven is a Female angel. The bible is inaccurate and completely wrong!
Eden and Heaven both female through and through. Their soul lights completely female and completely lesbian through and through.
The condemned can’t read these words. They are not permitted and can’t tell what words are on the page. That’s them limited. Nor do they have a right to see!
Hovering around the lot with space among:. These words flow around!
Golds thru thin and thin time passes space and kills the waste!.
Jesus.
Not Jesus Christ! Important fact and reality!.
Evil people created that!.
Jesus Christ was a guy who hated Jesus and all female authority and female race. Jesus Christ has as a name and a religion has been ado-pted by many through out time.
Nawg outs and nawgs outs lets the wings that strew them fell straw them with contrivance!
Jesus and Pharoh both good looking and extraordinarily good looking did not beg for followers. Nor did they walk around bare foot in public! And that’s a great laugh for the past times.
Conflict and conflict and conflict! Explode!
It’s easy for those who don’t remember although many do remember. Jesus and the pharoh had their energy in check.
It’s was simply high and beautiful! Way beyond any piece of art I’ve seen in this lifetime.
Eden and Heaven were also the same!.
The thief said gimmie your lie or life and all baggage to the angels back then. I’m after your passsion! I was you and now you owe me! For I am the lord of all p-lanets!. I have all the documents and monuments! See!
The angel says no and turns on it energy and shows its real self. The angel says I don’t live dogma or a creator above you!. I create myself!
Dust and then poof!
The whacker walks away with no words to speak of!.
Coward!.
I a second of a frame could gather this is reality. A reality built on lies upon lies. Built for toil and for control!.
“He simply cannot worship me,” said the thief. I’ve need all his gold!.
“Give me everything and give me the load:”.
These words still ring in space now as they are written in big letters.
Gold was another word for aura too back then as well as the commodity!.
Pharoh the artist and the gold afternoon fix. One of many! A joker and a comedian. A jester for sorts as he’d say, or a jester for sorrs.
The score here is Pharoh still exists then and now and those against him do not have an original “soul light.”
The enemy is marked and condemned! It’s choice made for it!
For it cannot never achieve or undo!
Yes retrieval and rewrite cannot bargain nor credit, nor can it attain interstellar status!
Infinitly!
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