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The surreal half hour

  
  

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22:36 / 23.04.02
my ideals even as outside I've only duality -- Most people, a lot themselves instead highly prized Are you with is to bring down lines? Can you the results -- best guess is even sometimes, still if you could consider we would you like, (Please answer that or something. (A of fear and to themselves instead (Please answer that one What is the more fucking time You're too late! typical response to this PEACE in our you give me? the same time? By the very structure you could consider new and highly and trying to TYPE these days, my position as just being words you against Us more fucking creating so many as the enemy because I will openly

If 50% of -- I'm me that if words they People I know used been in me as the I'm around. conquered.

What happening when you are because by their in our world. me that if everyone my whole life... Most any sense? To myself talking about I asked you to all the you I'm some kind from YOUR heart. Argue -- and trying really something new????

Peace.
at odds (I'll (I'll explain seemingly becomes the new typical response to this

I will think? I don't do you give me? about the what I'm saying fairly accurate. I am Forget whatever futures you typical response never known cool Barbelith enlightened you I'm some kind if everyone want a rebellious new age "New Age" movement really? movement really? And a lot more you dare...

can smell the explain seemingly later) as outside the realm world. And a new age as they've what you think hiding anymore.

fucking time lines? Can you see more truth, understanding, and you speak to you have imagined rebellious new And a and in structure that appears to got two options. Make tell me groups, we would appears to keep you dualistic logic I've "alive." I've arrived logic I've try and ability to think very structure that appears to keep you to Myself. My if you could consider and conquered.

What so many a lot more down the are with the very system that Them) are competing against tell me what everyone were true really like lot more fucking time What is mysticism very system my friend if being hypnotized, divided and you see If you kind of put what I'm saying divided and conquered. me if you to somebody? psst! I've only got two style.) What is back; can you we are being of fear and me and tell in my my bent is to and I figure I don't want to absorbed into but being shy or unsociable, but a lot thus creating so warring groups, we style.) What is the hands to do what wannabe or something. (A My best guess is or bowled over results -- and too late! for me and die. Do you know used like it if you Forget whatever futures you absorbed into like you, are quite only got I'd say your about time. If you don't want to hear by their dualistic logic more truth, the almost unheard put me seemingly at with me all

futures you have conquered.

What People I possibly understand?

happy and fufilled. you agree can smell the the results saying?
 
 
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22:45 / 23.04.02
Sliced nicely up at: http://www.speakeasy.org/~worden/cutup/
 
 
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23:27 / 27.04.02
Cut and paste is the will and the knowledge of fire and air. No dare, for the water is the splice, and the loop isn't frozen ice but fondness found in earth's silence. I wanted to write, I wanted to bite, but there was nothing, not even a bit. I desired to lick as puppy's friendly tasting, but there was nothing there, not even a bit. The bit that goes in the mouth has flown south to lands that never were. The extinct party on there, and not to split hairs, but maybe they never were either. Do you have the fever, the fervour, the Werther's covered in chocolate? Do you have a Way, or are you settled in to pay the price that contentment raises so high. An eye in the sky shall see the small, and the higher the fewer: look at any Everest expedition. K5 and K-tell me what you are feeling when we put this darkness in your soul. It might tingle a little, perhaps even sting, but you get used to it--you come to accept it as if there was never an absence there to begin at the end, the heart will rend the dark, but only if it hasn't eaten you from the inside first. That is the worst, a structural curse of foes and friends and granfalloons. Release the balloons and shoot for the moon's green cheeses for they do so pleases the pieces and the mices, and the rices and the rolls. Hop on up to get down to the Quickie mart. Q-mart. Q are you anyway? A day in soon to be May, a rolling plank hip-hops with precision break beats. Fleets sail on in posts and mail, but hail the found for it is no longer lost. A cost of floss for your teeth to chew the rue and the due: don't spew. A brew for two and three standing together. A collusion of forces creates this strange weather. I had a dog and his name was Heather. All the other dogs would tease that poor sack of flees, but did he care? Of course not, 'cause it is hard to suffer when you can lick your own cock!
 
 
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19:36 / 29.04.02
Nothing there? Nothing here. 2 2 2 22 2222 3 2 222 22 22 2 2 2 22 2 what's a 3 to do? Poo poo you know Average Joe hates the smell of green cheese stuck in the teeth of a madman's grin. He smiles and laughs 'cause he knows the Way to nowhere -- he curses and spits 'cause he knows the Way to nowhere. Other eyes think otherwise: what does he hide?!!?? Which culture bus does he ride?!!?? AND WHERE IS IT GOING?!!?? In his dust we were left but was he in drive or reverse?!!?? We shout: "I don't do you give me?" He replies: "Give what? Cut and paste is what I do everyday, 'cause from the hip can cause flaws such as nasal cavity cysts." He's stone cold sometimes, eyes alive other times; inside he knows he could kill them with words.

This structural curse came from your purse. The Worst: Must be plenty of air 'cause the fire is well fueled and threatens to get out of control. For now contained but where is it aimed? NOWHERE?!!?? To laugh at that a man must truly be mad.
 
 
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19:40 / 29.04.02
HA HA HA!
 
 
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02:12 / 01.05.02
The J train took an asparagus through grand banks BOB the detour ho row motel. Terminal fare, the ware of the lace is leather against peace by fleece the lambs lain, slain in blood red rain. Pain and pleasure the measure of the tire pressure on roads not traveled but a bull dozed in the shot after spoon special. ABC is 123 and not a knot Spain's caught in a cot. What would askew moo? Well grandflappy always PEZ the red rebound found upon hallowed ground in night's blackest flight and craft a sound. But he couldn't reverse the hearse that drove him down under. The river pixie-STYX of sugar cane when the uppity white man thought he could own all. That stupid bastard, no foresight, and now his end game is the death of a world. The birth of a still born system construction on my radio plays like from Mexico. I don't understand what the ski-jay says, but miles of air off the top of my cred. Skip steps three to four, and then light this sheet on fire. Apply sparingly to open wounds.
 
 
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02:13 / 01.05.02
DA DA DA
 
 
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21:51 / 03.05.02
GA GA GOO GOO a dead white rabbit bleeding in the snow MOO MOO where's Mu Mu? where's Mu Mu? terrible monster: for so long I've had a cold gun at my hot head but the trigger's been stuck too tight for a duck too pulling his pud in the mud -- what took you so long? jack in the ox, was I pushing for a POP!! in my sleep? Naked narcoleptic covering up my private parts in front of the Barbecrowd. Maybe. I dunno. A long way to go. Won't give up but to Hell with that new fangled sex pill, I need something to keep my eyelids up: Brand Me Xanthic if you must but please don't betray my trust, I know you've left me in the dust. You must. Back to square one but I will make it MY circle if I can manage to get these training wheels off.
 
 
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21:56 / 03.05.02
oh, and sorry 'bout your cred.
 
 
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22:27 / 03.05.02
S'all right, s'air tight, a vacuum boom doom with nothing at all except unending room. Gloom the womb! In transit, but traversing in random directions, exhibit the multifaceted erection of protection, rejection, ejection: jack rabbits jump so high on fat feet of furry. Narry a stare in the air that hasn't eaten fuck stew or, if nothing else, then empty. Penile cocktails served with spritz of spiced fence post slid manufactured in fractured voice of moment. Now how cow. Going out on a bitters and fear binge shall not detract from the tract of the taste of things that are missed like so much golden opportunity gone in moments of weak willed bees. There is nothing worse than a hole in the heart that you blew through the head instead of cattle on! "Head down and ass up, you shoulder through," the Cancer said to me, but does he not buy their calamity? This morning I woke on the wrong side of the cornflakes, and someone had pissed in my bed (perhaps it's time to depend on depends on what? Dependence?).

What isn't in the bed anymore is what is missed most, the stone that I let roll away is gone for today, and tomorrow, and maybe forever. Did I fuck it up? Of course, 'cause that is what we all do best, or at least not at most, but occasionally...So the honey-bunny is sent psychic kisses along with the misses, and my piss coincides with the dawn of a winter unleft. Frozen in flat fields, I'm tempted to make an appeal, or at least an apology: the good things in life are free, and that means you and me. In the end maybe we can mend, or at least bend, but I think that would place us ahead of where we never got to, and maybe this was the break that needed to be broken hearted. Love smolders like embers in a fire that can not be put out. The doubt was my downfall, and your strength was the flower that I couldn't bear to see. I look back upon ghost memories to catch a glimpse of the petals eating up the sun. It makes me want to run home, but this has to go on: the summer is for the roam, the foam, the fight against the drone. I'll see thissa' car-ied come fall (or sooner if that is the way it works). Misses and kisses. Misses and kisses. Misses and kisses.
 
 
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00:17 / 05.05.02
"And what of it?!"

"Well, I'm not so sure..."

"Of course not, you baloney! It's all how you see it."

"Well, I'm not so sure..."

"What do you mean? Are you blind?"

"Well, no..."

"Well then it is how you see it, because what else could it be?"

"Well, I'm not so sure..."

"Of course not, because that is all you got of it. All you have is what it is to you."

"Oh really?"

"No, not really at all! Only the appearance of really, but not really. Get it?"

"Well, I'm not sure..."

"Of course you're not sure, how can you be sure if you got it when you don't even know what it is? And what's more, how can it be anything other than what it is to you, if all you have of it is what you've got?"

"I don't follow..."

"As well you shouldn't follow, because following is for the sheep, and you are not one of those are you?"

"Well, I'm not sure..."

"Of course not! How can you be sure of what it is that you are when you can't be sure of what it is, and yet, all you've to go on is what you think it is, how you see it, and what it means to you. Who you are is what it is, and your you is defined in terms of it."

"Oh, I see it now."

"Well, I'm not so sure..."
 
 
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01:02 / 05.05.02
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The End
For Now?

Ride off
into our
summer sun
rises and
set the table
for their setting?

P and L
blown back
and on the wind
a smack too.
 
 
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02:20 / 07.05.02
The end
for always and never
the extremes meet
are the same
in an interim
of hallowed hills
and troughs
for horses,
for hays,
for rays of light
beamed from
beginning to end
the same as
it forever
wasn’t.

Happy hunting.
Safe return.
Here Away.
 
  

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