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!.

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!.

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)!.

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.

 

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.

Running In One Place

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.

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!