On Switches and On Switches Black. The balance and the beam. Eyes switch and eyes beam. The corner mods and the corner swipes.
It was then on those trains that I once learned, someone said. Learned all I needed to know!
A grape in the light. It happens even when it rains. I can glance and glance and look around. It’s all safe and all journey around. We keep things inside and keep things inside. Hide and hide them.
I fall about but internally. It’s all imagination and so to speak. We captain a shore and hoist its sail and see things without intentional harm because it’s all warm speak. The spells of imaginations with all it’s power can’t grace us enough but then it does when we sit and glance out the window on trains.
The record mentioned above was re-released as mad kelly with bonus tracks on an additional disc. There was also bonus art and art works from various artist contributed to this kind of record. Sales were brisk I heard then but then you didn’t always know and that’s the keep.
We fail and we fail must we weep. That means then that we keep our eyes center to the path and adhear to all standards.
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Clouds and clouds gather. It’s the pic center around me and I know it’s shifting. I cancel motion and I am motionless. The music keeps me and follows it’s own thought and I know something or another.
I cannot keep nor fathom but nonetheless I am here.
I weep none but only listen. It moves me rather, it moves me. To the center and to the right. And then I am completely there.
Velvet classics and velvet chairs. It’s all draped and for a moment it’s all different. To me. The Luxhilmmed Express. Making it’s way across the valley and through the tunnels. Much like this planets its quite picturesque.
Velvets, Mystiques, antiques, and airbrushes of every color. Find them and they present themselves. Air cushions I call them.
It’s scien triffics move about and move up and down. The scien of invention takes hold.
Valley Kilden sky!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Guffs for Guffa/ and or Tunes for Tuffa
Bulltoar and the bulltoar. Things get heavied about and knocked around. Was me or you or him this time? I think he got drunk or saw a ghost of some kind.
Some old bloke was listening to some tape on the trans the other day. Sounded rather cool.
I sat and hit the airwaves and didn’t look down. The time arrived and all this silly muck started happening. Must have been those traqs the doc prescribed to me.
This silly odd music ran down my spine and didn’t lift a finger. I mean I sat there and didn’t have to breath.
I went down the other day and picked up a copy.
Gary Numan - The Zipper IIII Mod
1. Thoughts No.2 Gary Numan -1978 The Plan
2. We are so fragile Gary Numan -live version from the cars era
3. My shadow in vain Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
4. Are you real Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
5. What am I supposed to do A flock of Seagulls -Listen
6. Engineers Gary Numan - The pleasure principle
7. Complex Gary Numan - - The pleasure principle
8. While I’m still alive Ultravox - Ha Ha Ha!
9. Rockwrok Ultravox - Ha Ha Ha!
10. Dislocation Ultravox - Systems of Romance
11. Replicas Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
12. Are Friends Electric Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
13. Do you need this service Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
14. We have a technical Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
15. It must have been years Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
Sodded off and lumber about had me a meal pictured the old tele.
Weird sort this man is. He gurps and gurgles but the musics fine. Voice is a bit high pitchy for me but its still kind of nice of the era.
Didn’t mind the mean electrics guitars and the overbearing vocals. It mentions to the light of the top and to the top of the train maniacs. I gather its what these youths are into these days.
I’ll gather and folsom some. (meaning he digs it and kind of won’t admit it) too much anyway).
Maybe I’ll solder off and find me some cake and sticky rice down the road. I heard it won’t make you too dependent with all those calories these days the way they make it those.
Then.
(cap comes off and it’s a honest days hard work).
Some old bloke was listening to some tape on the trans the other day. Sounded rather cool.
I sat and hit the airwaves and didn’t look down. The time arrived and all this silly muck started happening. Must have been those traqs the doc prescribed to me.
This silly odd music ran down my spine and didn’t lift a finger. I mean I sat there and didn’t have to breath.
I went down the other day and picked up a copy.
Gary Numan - The Zipper IIII Mod
1. Thoughts No.2 Gary Numan -1978 The Plan
2. We are so fragile Gary Numan -live version from the cars era
3. My shadow in vain Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
4. Are you real Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
5. What am I supposed to do A flock of Seagulls -Listen
6. Engineers Gary Numan - The pleasure principle
7. Complex Gary Numan - - The pleasure principle
8. While I’m still alive Ultravox - Ha Ha Ha!
9. Rockwrok Ultravox - Ha Ha Ha!
10. Dislocation Ultravox - Systems of Romance
11. Replicas Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
12. Are Friends Electric Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
13. Do you need this service Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
14. We have a technical Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
15. It must have been years Gary Numan & Tubeway Army -Replicas
Sodded off and lumber about had me a meal pictured the old tele.
Weird sort this man is. He gurps and gurgles but the musics fine. Voice is a bit high pitchy for me but its still kind of nice of the era.
Didn’t mind the mean electrics guitars and the overbearing vocals. It mentions to the light of the top and to the top of the train maniacs. I gather its what these youths are into these days.
I’ll gather and folsom some. (meaning he digs it and kind of won’t admit it) too much anyway).
Maybe I’ll solder off and find me some cake and sticky rice down the road. I heard it won’t make you too dependent with all those calories these days the way they make it those.
Then.
(cap comes off and it’s a honest days hard work).
The Trans Authority Papers II
If a piece of pie is a piece of pie. Then is it cake?.
If horse is a lamb then is a lamb still on the lamb?.
If the course sucks then still it ducks?.
When the trains go by and then they do when did they?.
Did they bring rain or did they bring hansas shining bright with their art like Dali. Did he eat a bowl lentil either?.
Did he roam as you do or did and then did say?. Did he need his own toadstool to sit upon and paint then?.
Did he hallucinate these ideas in this era and put them up?.
Did the gears go up in his head and make him mad kelly too?
This wreckage and totems falls far and between and then into illusionary illusions to fail and bright the corners of reason.
Reason and reasoning. It’s effect deadening!
Reasonable and reasonable rates effect. I seen the screen and it’s light. Is it real or just another time?.
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The coils and the shadders shuck the misnomers. Lets keep the right tones and find them one by blight again again.
I hear the ones and see the smoke. It’s inter-dimensional or some like that that fills the air and the room. Moonlight into daylight and daylight into bringing light. I can be and it can also fulfill.
Trains and various assortments, tricks, inventions and others. They add up and all you do is fill the bottom. I know where these thoughts lead said one reader. I guess the others said the other. I know where this leads.
Mind invention. Mad kelly.
These things just never seem to stop after a while. I guess I’ll record my own records under my own moniker I guess. Thought into action and action into reality.
Days and days adrift.
Days and days adrifted.
Admitted.
Admitted.
I can’t take credit for this part as I wouldn’t. I gather this artist would be flattered by the idea. I can’t take his credit anyway.
There were other records by other artists. They drift on by and land in thought. Mad Kelly in each every on of them. Without thought for the public at large.
Racing through mind. Piercing the every thought. Minkling the throws of every rug I sat upon. In dreamtime.
Mad Kelly, mad kelly, mad kelly.
If horse is a lamb then is a lamb still on the lamb?.
If the course sucks then still it ducks?.
When the trains go by and then they do when did they?.
Did they bring rain or did they bring hansas shining bright with their art like Dali. Did he eat a bowl lentil either?.
Did he roam as you do or did and then did say?. Did he need his own toadstool to sit upon and paint then?.
Did he hallucinate these ideas in this era and put them up?.
Did the gears go up in his head and make him mad kelly too?
This wreckage and totems falls far and between and then into illusionary illusions to fail and bright the corners of reason.
Reason and reasoning. It’s effect deadening!
Reasonable and reasonable rates effect. I seen the screen and it’s light. Is it real or just another time?.
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The coils and the shadders shuck the misnomers. Lets keep the right tones and find them one by blight again again.
I hear the ones and see the smoke. It’s inter-dimensional or some like that that fills the air and the room. Moonlight into daylight and daylight into bringing light. I can be and it can also fulfill.
Trains and various assortments, tricks, inventions and others. They add up and all you do is fill the bottom. I know where these thoughts lead said one reader. I guess the others said the other. I know where this leads.
Mind invention. Mad kelly.
These things just never seem to stop after a while. I guess I’ll record my own records under my own moniker I guess. Thought into action and action into reality.
Days and days adrift.
Days and days adrifted.
Admitted.
Admitted.
I can’t take credit for this part as I wouldn’t. I gather this artist would be flattered by the idea. I can’t take his credit anyway.
There were other records by other artists. They drift on by and land in thought. Mad Kelly in each every on of them. Without thought for the public at large.
Racing through mind. Piercing the every thought. Minkling the throws of every rug I sat upon. In dreamtime.
Mad Kelly, mad kelly, mad kelly.
Telectrodes and Telehides
If we hold hands and pray and fold our prayers into our minds our we on the trains of the delta or on the ones that mad kelly was on?
This is not this planet I am talking about of course. This time period would only be less than twenty before this one.
The second galaxy(one over from this one) and 51 pictures down. Each picture having at least a couple hundred thousand planets in them. It depends. Sometimes it’s over a million and above.
This very British like planet has far to many things going for it. Good times and far too many things that make one go what?
Trains that blind and trains that go by. “Don’t you ever say die.”
Lamplight in the light and sun blinding cakes fulfilling the sticky thoughts of a dozen dreams the come by In a lifetime.
All in formation the idea is simple. How many of these cassettes do you have?. There’s no need to have a reason. Nor wonder why.
It’s all in a jacks fair trade. Listen as the music goes by. Does it remind you? Did you picture a train and hearing a different artist and not a car.
Mad Kelly IIII was a great album wasn’t it?
It just went on and on!
Soon he changed his name to mad kelly and released records under that moniker for his own keep!
The Blazers watches eye!
Eye Keen Makeup!.
Dance for Keen Makeup!.
These aren’t commands so much as song ideas or song instruments or lyrics or something. One can only Danish the idea that quickly after it’s scarfed down a minute to soon.
All the leaves and all the bodies tossed over the side of the train. All the evil sorts with their drugs that never seem to survive the train ride. It’s still haunted I hear.
Each and every year.
I don’t think the cars artist was mad kelly himself but a mere observer. It didn’t seem to last even after ten records and more. There just wasn’t enough momentum to keep things still.
Sure it made things exciting and you could read about these things on the net then.
It became all the rage. Excitement plus as they might put it these days. The dancing and the mean machine song and the radio play and the videos of course. It’s not like today. This was different.
“Each and every different.”
I didn’t write that then but I am sure it’s still vibrant some way or the other!.
Mad Kelly.
Discovery.
Light Channels.
Dance, arts and discovery!.
Viva Ta Lenda!.
This is not this planet I am talking about of course. This time period would only be less than twenty before this one.
The second galaxy(one over from this one) and 51 pictures down. Each picture having at least a couple hundred thousand planets in them. It depends. Sometimes it’s over a million and above.
This very British like planet has far to many things going for it. Good times and far too many things that make one go what?
Trains that blind and trains that go by. “Don’t you ever say die.”
Lamplight in the light and sun blinding cakes fulfilling the sticky thoughts of a dozen dreams the come by In a lifetime.
All in formation the idea is simple. How many of these cassettes do you have?. There’s no need to have a reason. Nor wonder why.
It’s all in a jacks fair trade. Listen as the music goes by. Does it remind you? Did you picture a train and hearing a different artist and not a car.
Mad Kelly IIII was a great album wasn’t it?
It just went on and on!
Soon he changed his name to mad kelly and released records under that moniker for his own keep!
The Blazers watches eye!
Eye Keen Makeup!.
Dance for Keen Makeup!.
These aren’t commands so much as song ideas or song instruments or lyrics or something. One can only Danish the idea that quickly after it’s scarfed down a minute to soon.
All the leaves and all the bodies tossed over the side of the train. All the evil sorts with their drugs that never seem to survive the train ride. It’s still haunted I hear.
Each and every year.
I don’t think the cars artist was mad kelly himself but a mere observer. It didn’t seem to last even after ten records and more. There just wasn’t enough momentum to keep things still.
Sure it made things exciting and you could read about these things on the net then.
It became all the rage. Excitement plus as they might put it these days. The dancing and the mean machine song and the radio play and the videos of course. It’s not like today. This was different.
“Each and every different.”
I didn’t write that then but I am sure it’s still vibrant some way or the other!.
Mad Kelly.
Discovery.
Light Channels.
Dance, arts and discovery!.
Viva Ta Lenda!.
In Seas Like Scars
Totem Wreckage!.
Surveying the skeleton magnon leaks. It pictures and fractures and leaves all that can’t be. It’s dark and shiny and blue. A condition perhaps or a organon and that’s no doctor talk.
If the picture found a frame then a thousand many! Then and then again!.
Let the spoke spoke again!.
It’s the preacher he’s after and then its not!?. It’s not like it has to be or was like then.
You and I could see.
The tiny pictures and the tiny frames. They collect and get collected! They remind and they telemote the idea over and over. A subtle but gentle relapse.
The frame of the idea is to know when and where. It wasn’t the planet Nova or the planet Electron but the planet surveyer.
These fine lads that fell before the mad kelly in some other format and left their other meaning their bodies or robots rolling over out in the sun.
Fire bottom and fire bottom the bottom line here. It’s real and it’s moving about quickly and surely!.
A planet and a place where these idiots should be with all their useless types and things of in their heads. It can’t be this way then could it?. Guess again.
My shadow in vain!.
The totem Wreckage is to laugh and roll about as it is required. This planet still exists and somehow that is something that didn’t fit into their schemes.
Totem package and totem wreckage. It’s the real deal and nice deluxe set of records in the past.
This wreckage “they call me.”
No I wouldn’t be this artist writing on the screen although I’d say I am a fan. This wreckage was written by somebody else that I am sure still haunts him today!. It was written in the past a long time ago but seems to “recurring” when it needs to be. Many times over.
The totem Wreckage is to acknowledge that this would not be blasphemy against the will of this artists fans.
There used to a ghost where this album started or mid started which is real. The ghost is still there.
“The ghosts of witches craft” is what it is and never mind the stroll the studio at a late hour or horror as it need not be.
I can’t fathom or fry or why but it seems like a possibility that these words actually make it to the page. It’s dangerous I guess or too much.
I heard that this ghost was on surveyer only last year! And what a possibility is that when all that doom that lasted on that planet still trapped over 5000 years ago sees the inimitable ghost.
The totem and the Wreckage. It has it’s place!.
Place marks!.
Surveying the skeleton magnon leaks. It pictures and fractures and leaves all that can’t be. It’s dark and shiny and blue. A condition perhaps or a organon and that’s no doctor talk.
If the picture found a frame then a thousand many! Then and then again!.
Let the spoke spoke again!.
It’s the preacher he’s after and then its not!?. It’s not like it has to be or was like then.
You and I could see.
The tiny pictures and the tiny frames. They collect and get collected! They remind and they telemote the idea over and over. A subtle but gentle relapse.
The frame of the idea is to know when and where. It wasn’t the planet Nova or the planet Electron but the planet surveyer.
These fine lads that fell before the mad kelly in some other format and left their other meaning their bodies or robots rolling over out in the sun.
Fire bottom and fire bottom the bottom line here. It’s real and it’s moving about quickly and surely!.
A planet and a place where these idiots should be with all their useless types and things of in their heads. It can’t be this way then could it?. Guess again.
My shadow in vain!.
The totem Wreckage is to laugh and roll about as it is required. This planet still exists and somehow that is something that didn’t fit into their schemes.
Totem package and totem wreckage. It’s the real deal and nice deluxe set of records in the past.
This wreckage “they call me.”
No I wouldn’t be this artist writing on the screen although I’d say I am a fan. This wreckage was written by somebody else that I am sure still haunts him today!. It was written in the past a long time ago but seems to “recurring” when it needs to be. Many times over.
The totem Wreckage is to acknowledge that this would not be blasphemy against the will of this artists fans.
There used to a ghost where this album started or mid started which is real. The ghost is still there.
“The ghosts of witches craft” is what it is and never mind the stroll the studio at a late hour or horror as it need not be.
I can’t fathom or fry or why but it seems like a possibility that these words actually make it to the page. It’s dangerous I guess or too much.
I heard that this ghost was on surveyer only last year! And what a possibility is that when all that doom that lasted on that planet still trapped over 5000 years ago sees the inimitable ghost.
The totem and the Wreckage. It has it’s place!.
Place marks!.
Limes and Limes About
It was by the woods and the thickery. That the thicket and trees and leaves broke. I came to a dead stop and never looked back.
It’s here it’s there and everywhere!
Where to look?!.
Where to be?!.
Where was I?.
Late evenings and evenings that swell. The maps and the course are always abundant. These are always in life and current!
It’s not like it’s some other kind of speech but various forms. I visited before and then I know.
It’s a can of soda, your favourite kind. It’s the look of steel down a tightrope down a street!.
It’s a ride down an old train without any cause or any effect. Just the smart ones!. The ones that pop up!.
Let to my own devices I shrugger to the mix and held a candle to the light!. I felt and I felt!. It’s always gonna be this way. The high and the low and me in the mix. Somehow.
Let by gones be by gones and let ones be dowuce or should I say deuce in this life format. It’s always gonna be and not like I haven’t thought this before!.
Wilst try and wilst try out. Wilst they put thy fire out!.
It’s as simple as that. A simple kingdom and a kingdom without a king. Of sorts. A place where Christ as she really is can be and Jesus can be as he really is!.
A place where the majestic roam and no sloam means get off my cloud as said in the past.
Device output and trigger. These are these and these are in motion!. A dust and a daring dust. A daring cassette that used to be. Then.
Daring and Dust.
That’s it.
These songs and those songs. Here today in some format or another and not just playing “here in my car.” In cars.
But rather the output that finds you when you mend your forces and find the pulse. Always ringing however might be.
I’ve seen and now and that’s how I know.
Daring and Dust. It’s not just mad kelly on the rails again or that silly ghost haunting the trains and train stations. These are real and real happenings.
Mean machine. We don’t have this one recorded yet on this planet. We have cars.
We also fold in the same titled but different song by another heavy heavy band. It’s a musical harvest!
Motor on indeed.
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We found Mad kelly on the trains figuratively and literally. All about literature and all about things we didn’t need and couldn’t see. Nor did we need to. Real life as we called and so did Gary. He and everyone I knew then just seemed to keep reading about this type of happening.
Typeface and type for face. It’s written on so many songs then. You know so many just had to laugh. The train moves on safely but you and I don’t.
Isn’t that how it was said like back then?.
No no, no, I understand!.
It’s here it’s there and everywhere!
Where to look?!.
Where to be?!.
Where was I?.
Late evenings and evenings that swell. The maps and the course are always abundant. These are always in life and current!
It’s not like it’s some other kind of speech but various forms. I visited before and then I know.
It’s a can of soda, your favourite kind. It’s the look of steel down a tightrope down a street!.
It’s a ride down an old train without any cause or any effect. Just the smart ones!. The ones that pop up!.
Let to my own devices I shrugger to the mix and held a candle to the light!. I felt and I felt!. It’s always gonna be this way. The high and the low and me in the mix. Somehow.
Let by gones be by gones and let ones be dowuce or should I say deuce in this life format. It’s always gonna be and not like I haven’t thought this before!.
Wilst try and wilst try out. Wilst they put thy fire out!.
It’s as simple as that. A simple kingdom and a kingdom without a king. Of sorts. A place where Christ as she really is can be and Jesus can be as he really is!.
A place where the majestic roam and no sloam means get off my cloud as said in the past.
Device output and trigger. These are these and these are in motion!. A dust and a daring dust. A daring cassette that used to be. Then.
Daring and Dust.
That’s it.
These songs and those songs. Here today in some format or another and not just playing “here in my car.” In cars.
But rather the output that finds you when you mend your forces and find the pulse. Always ringing however might be.
I’ve seen and now and that’s how I know.
Daring and Dust. It’s not just mad kelly on the rails again or that silly ghost haunting the trains and train stations. These are real and real happenings.
Mean machine. We don’t have this one recorded yet on this planet. We have cars.
We also fold in the same titled but different song by another heavy heavy band. It’s a musical harvest!
Motor on indeed.
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We found Mad kelly on the trains figuratively and literally. All about literature and all about things we didn’t need and couldn’t see. Nor did we need to. Real life as we called and so did Gary. He and everyone I knew then just seemed to keep reading about this type of happening.
Typeface and type for face. It’s written on so many songs then. You know so many just had to laugh. The train moves on safely but you and I don’t.
Isn’t that how it was said like back then?.
No no, no, I understand!.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Maps and Telescopes I
Maps and Telescopes.
This is it and that is it. That was then and this now. You are now in a different place by reading this. Poetry in real to art into life.
It’s the stuff that life is really made like. May is be and is always that may find them in mysterious ways.various.
Light beams and telescopic rays find. The light beams high and finds high. We are and we are then. Back then it was real. Don’t you remember all those planets in space with our other lives on them!
Spin them around in your head!.
The thruster here is Acton the planet. The album was thruster. The band was public image limited. There are more than one version even now.
Many versions of this album - and what all the mayhlee about.!.
We’ll it’s just a great album. This version on this planet did many just other did then. Keith the guitarist was and still is the jem!.
Thruster the idea and some of these songs ending up on records out now in this life retitled. Some records where others have left names off have some ideas fragmented and in different versions. Flowers of romance. And the one after that.
Feel the myst that pervades as the idea sinks in. Make your own idea up on your I pod. See what happens. Were all those songs necessarily from this artist currently or someone else.
Bells ring and ideas come forth. I or can’t begin to read them or type them all out. It gets useless doesn’t it(laugh). I’ll try and try!.
Amen or not!.
This is it and that is it. That was then and this now. You are now in a different place by reading this. Poetry in real to art into life.
It’s the stuff that life is really made like. May is be and is always that may find them in mysterious ways.various.
Light beams and telescopic rays find. The light beams high and finds high. We are and we are then. Back then it was real. Don’t you remember all those planets in space with our other lives on them!
Spin them around in your head!.
The thruster here is Acton the planet. The album was thruster. The band was public image limited. There are more than one version even now.
Many versions of this album - and what all the mayhlee about.!.
We’ll it’s just a great album. This version on this planet did many just other did then. Keith the guitarist was and still is the jem!.
Thruster the idea and some of these songs ending up on records out now in this life retitled. Some records where others have left names off have some ideas fragmented and in different versions. Flowers of romance. And the one after that.
Feel the myst that pervades as the idea sinks in. Make your own idea up on your I pod. See what happens. Were all those songs necessarily from this artist currently or someone else.
Bells ring and ideas come forth. I or can’t begin to read them or type them all out. It gets useless doesn’t it(laugh). I’ll try and try!.
Amen or not!.
Halo Binger
Cake for cake and cake for cake Glaze IIII.
The street and the street.
The steer and the steering wheel.
Wheels that muster and wheels the thruster. They camp and they camp forward. The leaving is always in a minute.
May or might the real ones come forward. It is always allowed and always in check or key!?.
The blimp or the blimping can or cannot excape. The escape be the real key?!.
The program be the real program. And the let the find be the real find!:.
We can only wonder and guess with real values and real ones that do!.
It’s recipes and recipes that make the world go round. I don’t care what planet this is. Judge for yourself. It’s always got a place and believe me I know.
It goes and it goes. The glow around is the glow around!. May the mightiest of mightiest pies befall their rightful places and lets all see them in real real time!.
Time is now and time is place. Time is epic and Time is space!.
Glow for glow sake and glow anyway!. This spot is for real and I’ll bet that even he over there is watching the screen. With a laugh and a chuckle!. I know!.
Brim brow and brim brow. Let that record spin and spin. Recount and recount!. This is access and pure realdom!.
Time!.
The street and the street.
The steer and the steering wheel.
Wheels that muster and wheels the thruster. They camp and they camp forward. The leaving is always in a minute.
May or might the real ones come forward. It is always allowed and always in check or key!?.
The blimp or the blimping can or cannot excape. The escape be the real key?!.
The program be the real program. And the let the find be the real find!:.
We can only wonder and guess with real values and real ones that do!.
It’s recipes and recipes that make the world go round. I don’t care what planet this is. Judge for yourself. It’s always got a place and believe me I know.
It goes and it goes. The glow around is the glow around!. May the mightiest of mightiest pies befall their rightful places and lets all see them in real real time!.
Time is now and time is place. Time is epic and Time is space!.
Glow for glow sake and glow anyway!. This spot is for real and I’ll bet that even he over there is watching the screen. With a laugh and a chuckle!. I know!.
Brim brow and brim brow. Let that record spin and spin. Recount and recount!. This is access and pure realdom!.
Time!.
Pasteches For Pasteches/On a High II
The Thought and the Margin. The Profits and the Losses. Take the mark and the lead. Join the race and find. Abandon and abandon. It keeps the margins back.
Thoughts and thought process. Many run through them. See yourself and yourself in them. Many do and I know by now. (little laughs out loud).
We marginally find what we find. It’s lest or nest. It’s what we are looking for even when we can’t see it. I often wonder myself. It keeps me and hopefully finds a lot more than what is present. This kind of thought is allowed especially if there is room for new and new things.
New things are good. Things to shake and things to make. They are thoughts and they are valid.
We’ve seemed to have had many new thoughts. Many new revelations. It can’t be forgotten. It’s this life and now it then and I’ll bet that there are so many who can’t stand who can’t even read. It’s a lock of some kind that keeps them out. There minds wander and don’t even come close.
Lose the reigns I say and eat the cake. If there is any then let it be. I’ll hear and that’s a bet somehow.
How about all those albums you thought of or art in general you decided. It keeps things new and I am sure those were created then. By this person and that person and not those who try to take the place of all back then and now!
Films : Relapse : Corrective Film :. Processessese.
It goes on and I am sure!
Paints of a forest IIII. The Dream comes alive and then. Was it Cardin or some other planet?. I’ll bet.
Bets for Bets and bets for the nous.
Beats for beats and lets beat the streets! I can’t wait!.
Food Ideas and planets that spin on other heights. Let them with gravity pull you toward them. Safely.
Marginal Mellows and for arts sake I’m not the only artist, but the one you are currently reading.
A train of meadows and a train of dances. May the cake fall away and fall away. Our leaves are blooming and I’ve got a train to catch. Make that a might hefty cake and lets do the walk and or walk away.
All day and all day. Can’t I make my mark here or did you already. I’ve got a train to catch and love those catchy phrases. Love those ideas that make us glide and glide along safely on the right street. The street with all those favourite places. It’s my favourite recipe!.
A loop for loop. And a dot for dot. I am not master of the universe but master of reality. It can’t be lead but might it lead to some other place and some other time. Some one else sang them and it’s like a triffold effect. With Glaze IIII.
WWW IIII or what time it may be, may your roar be loud and loudly for it’s the point of entry that makes sense and all that dreams around can’t be forgotten!
Lest and lest we forget!.
Thoughts and thought process. Many run through them. See yourself and yourself in them. Many do and I know by now. (little laughs out loud).
We marginally find what we find. It’s lest or nest. It’s what we are looking for even when we can’t see it. I often wonder myself. It keeps me and hopefully finds a lot more than what is present. This kind of thought is allowed especially if there is room for new and new things.
New things are good. Things to shake and things to make. They are thoughts and they are valid.
We’ve seemed to have had many new thoughts. Many new revelations. It can’t be forgotten. It’s this life and now it then and I’ll bet that there are so many who can’t stand who can’t even read. It’s a lock of some kind that keeps them out. There minds wander and don’t even come close.
Lose the reigns I say and eat the cake. If there is any then let it be. I’ll hear and that’s a bet somehow.
How about all those albums you thought of or art in general you decided. It keeps things new and I am sure those were created then. By this person and that person and not those who try to take the place of all back then and now!
Films : Relapse : Corrective Film :. Processessese.
It goes on and I am sure!
Paints of a forest IIII. The Dream comes alive and then. Was it Cardin or some other planet?. I’ll bet.
Bets for Bets and bets for the nous.
Beats for beats and lets beat the streets! I can’t wait!.
Food Ideas and planets that spin on other heights. Let them with gravity pull you toward them. Safely.
Marginal Mellows and for arts sake I’m not the only artist, but the one you are currently reading.
A train of meadows and a train of dances. May the cake fall away and fall away. Our leaves are blooming and I’ve got a train to catch. Make that a might hefty cake and lets do the walk and or walk away.
All day and all day. Can’t I make my mark here or did you already. I’ve got a train to catch and love those catchy phrases. Love those ideas that make us glide and glide along safely on the right street. The street with all those favourite places. It’s my favourite recipe!.
A loop for loop. And a dot for dot. I am not master of the universe but master of reality. It can’t be lead but might it lead to some other place and some other time. Some one else sang them and it’s like a triffold effect. With Glaze IIII.
WWW IIII or what time it may be, may your roar be loud and loudly for it’s the point of entry that makes sense and all that dreams around can’t be forgotten!
Lest and lest we forget!.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The Final Offer
Megazine and metafile.
It’s the altrodes that linger and find themselves. Between the radiator and between the transistor. It’s like useless or uselessness wander.
Find the twander and show us the way the old elk said. Ok Then, and Fine. Find!…..
Lets wander and wander. Our dreams and dreams scapes. It doesn’t sound like todays talk might it neither. I’ve bent my spoon and lent my text. So lets begin.
It’s a new day and a new wander. It’s a kind that free associates and lets things flow. Let those musics and ideas flow. Let them wander and present! Let them in and let them be!
It’s not a hard showing that this could all be a past life or live and so why not?!.
I’ll agree.
I’ve bent my spoons and spoke my words! Who am I?.
Who are you?.
Let’s agree and lets agree on something soon cause the night or/ nites are still young and the flowers of degree are blowing the in winds IIII.
Thru the transistor and thru the wander. I’ll hear that song again, and I am sure you did in a past life. Right there in front of you!.
Right is right and right for right means that is the real accumbus(story)!.
It’s the altrodes that linger and find themselves. Between the radiator and between the transistor. It’s like useless or uselessness wander.
Find the twander and show us the way the old elk said. Ok Then, and Fine. Find!…..
Lets wander and wander. Our dreams and dreams scapes. It doesn’t sound like todays talk might it neither. I’ve bent my spoon and lent my text. So lets begin.
It’s a new day and a new wander. It’s a kind that free associates and lets things flow. Let those musics and ideas flow. Let them wander and present! Let them in and let them be!
It’s not a hard showing that this could all be a past life or live and so why not?!.
I’ll agree.
I’ve bent my spoons and spoke my words! Who am I?.
Who are you?.
Let’s agree and lets agree on something soon cause the night or/ nites are still young and the flowers of degree are blowing the in winds IIII.
Thru the transistor and thru the wander. I’ll hear that song again, and I am sure you did in a past life. Right there in front of you!.
Right is right and right for right means that is the real accumbus(story)!.
The Trigger and The Emblem
Tatra and not tantra. A joke or a mime perhaps. The salient days that linger. The days that wither. The days that find the matter.
It’s a wispful spike or dike or ditch. Find the easy button and see. It’s not seen but felt. But somehow arrives. Let the days begin and begin further to thee.
Poetry and art. Art for arts sake and poetry for arts sake. It can always make amends when it fends and mends the fences that line.
Then line mine with the new and unfold the new with the newness. Find a marcabant staab and find the weight behind the matter. It’s left to the fold and left to fold. It creases and creases by and by.
Musical somber notes.
Notes implied.
Further more and up the road to the hill in the lessen and lessen of the bank moment. Was it this or that that left me or didn’t it just arrive. On a note or on a stick I find it the lessen of all values of terms of such. Such then and such then, may it arrive.
Notes upon notes and dreams upon dreams. A textural wave IIII that mends, bends, folds and arcs by, by without all things indeed can mend. Find them and find the buried treasure!
This without advance and advance warning is a thrilling concept indeed. Spark the advance and advance the momentum. Lets have momentum and lets have feeling!.
Competitions started I hear. Then and only then may it be, but………….laugh!.
It’s only when the wisp of a shadow or meadow that threads light might be and might be finding me self over and asunder all tasks of mine. The ones left by the window and left near the light. It fights and fights and never lets go.
Sprites and sprees!
Hidden books and hidden jems! Hidden manuscripts and hidden emblems. To the tee as such!
Lets find the mend!
It’s a world outside.
It’s a wispful spike or dike or ditch. Find the easy button and see. It’s not seen but felt. But somehow arrives. Let the days begin and begin further to thee.
Poetry and art. Art for arts sake and poetry for arts sake. It can always make amends when it fends and mends the fences that line.
Then line mine with the new and unfold the new with the newness. Find a marcabant staab and find the weight behind the matter. It’s left to the fold and left to fold. It creases and creases by and by.
Musical somber notes.
Notes implied.
Further more and up the road to the hill in the lessen and lessen of the bank moment. Was it this or that that left me or didn’t it just arrive. On a note or on a stick I find it the lessen of all values of terms of such. Such then and such then, may it arrive.
Notes upon notes and dreams upon dreams. A textural wave IIII that mends, bends, folds and arcs by, by without all things indeed can mend. Find them and find the buried treasure!
This without advance and advance warning is a thrilling concept indeed. Spark the advance and advance the momentum. Lets have momentum and lets have feeling!.
Competitions started I hear. Then and only then may it be, but………….laugh!.
It’s only when the wisp of a shadow or meadow that threads light might be and might be finding me self over and asunder all tasks of mine. The ones left by the window and left near the light. It fights and fights and never lets go.
Sprites and sprees!
Hidden books and hidden jems! Hidden manuscripts and hidden emblems. To the tee as such!
Lets find the mend!
It’s a world outside.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thru and Likeline Threads
Music works and blunder. It’s thoughts and thoughts again to the mind. To the minds eye. To the minds and to all the minds.
It gathers and it lifts. It shifts and it lifts again. The past is the past - regardless. It plays and plays. The song and the melody. The records in the air and the records that revive themselves take shape. It could be the pizza or that song or a combination of both. Let the song continue I say and lets make it grand!
Paints and gather and sympathetic twander. It’s not the exception to this case but to the exception of all cases. Let it begin and let it find and find again. With new spark and new invention. It lets the even world flow around and all mysterious processes begin.
Begin and begin again.
Today and always. Like new as new. Like dream, always dream.
Dream is today.
It gathers and it lifts. It shifts and it lifts again. The past is the past - regardless. It plays and plays. The song and the melody. The records in the air and the records that revive themselves take shape. It could be the pizza or that song or a combination of both. Let the song continue I say and lets make it grand!
Paints and gather and sympathetic twander. It’s not the exception to this case but to the exception of all cases. Let it begin and let it find and find again. With new spark and new invention. It lets the even world flow around and all mysterious processes begin.
Begin and begin again.
Today and always. Like new as new. Like dream, always dream.
Dream is today.
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