Play into it....
Deny, Deny, Deny,
The 'Shaggy defense'
Flying bird like.........
Taking notes on Freedom.......
Hints of the Stimuli.........
Fragrance of a flower...........
Deep in the hallow...........
Shuffling along muttering to ones self .....
Simply hilarious to the observer.........
As they administer your blood thinner.......
In the hopes of replacing hydration.........
Changing the structure of the blood.........
To a darker red.........
Filtering through bandage cloth...... wrapped around a heart......
Sense of the disjointed.........
'Everybody wants to feel good by the means that is at hand'
Winning a free trip to Mexico......
Montezuma's Revenge.
The Brutal Honesty.
Monday, December 16, 2019
Friday, December 13, 2019
Their dabblings
The clutches of State........ and contingency
No never mind to honor the will of the demised Being.......
For it is not the interpretation of State.
There is a giant ring around the moon..... reminding me of the never invited to visit crowd.
Nor I in return ... the feeling is mutual apparently ...
The both of you and I with Reason.......
I have no place but in my hungry heart ........ and Their dabblings....
No never mind to honor the will of the demised Being.......
For it is not the interpretation of State.
There is a giant ring around the moon..... reminding me of the never invited to visit crowd.
Nor I in return ... the feeling is mutual apparently ...
The both of you and I with Reason.......
I have no place but in my hungry heart ........ and Their dabblings....
Saturday, December 7, 2019
Inner workings and the spoils
It is SOOOOOOOOO easy to be forgetful:
The dream of the Natives building a walkway amongst the endangered mangrove that barely used to exist before fresh water intrusion...........
The last night brings out everybody's 'Want some'
who said 'No man is an island?'
Ready for the picture of the hard?
Recognize oneself .
It's a dimension of Sweat and communicate.
Do our minds move differently?
Catastrophically or not at all?
It Is? or not true?
They cancelled the show because the kids kept coming to it.
Inner workings and the spoils......
Ley lines and the Criss Crossing ....
Finding a match........
The dream of the Natives building a walkway amongst the endangered mangrove that barely used to exist before fresh water intrusion...........
The last night brings out everybody's 'Want some'
who said 'No man is an island?'
Ready for the picture of the hard?
Recognize oneself .
It's a dimension of Sweat and communicate.
Do our minds move differently?
Catastrophically or not at all?
It Is? or not true?
They cancelled the show because the kids kept coming to it.
Inner workings and the spoils......
Ley lines and the Criss Crossing ....
Finding a match........
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
The last bastion of strength
Inside the dream.....
Voice command was on... however it did not seem to be working very well.........
It was a giant towering machine with great balloon tires..... the machines name was ' I-HE' and it was voice activated....
very dangerous it could run over you... and did not always listen very well... for of course it was a machine...
It had no heart..... to see with.
It could be described in a sense as a giant towering Cowboy in the high desert... made of poster board paper flapping in the breeze larger than life itself.........
It was great when in worked... you could yell STOP... and it would... on a dime... other times you could yell and yell and yell to its voice activated command to no avail and it would bump into things causing damage... and you better be quick on your feet else you very well could get crushed.......
It was a big tall machine....
Some called it the 'Last Bastion of Strength'
Wanting to operate on its own .... sometimes it would cut loose and go round and round doing pirouettes... in the silty sand..... of its own seeming volition.... or maybe it just had a shorted wire?
It took action on for and of its own vocation ... so to speak...
It could be Nasty as you wanted it to be also ... upon your request...
So after knocking into several things that came tumbling down on a narrowing path... the great machine stopped and focused....... its eye.....
standing motionless ... looking.... Snapping still picture after still picture... glossy 8x 10's... you could rum your fingernails across ... slick like.
He thought... for himself as machines rarely do.........
This:
'I might like you....of my own accord... and volition ... 'I-He' liked those nice pictures you took too... 'Sorry I am unable to Friend you of your own written accord.. his little electric brain was confused for he thought that was the whole idea of a distant social networking platform... to friend making acquaintance to the unique? but that was in his own mind... which of course was A.I. anyway... so... somebody else said so.... he guessed.......
Then the machine randomly thought of outdated Honey Buns... why in the world would you knowingly give anybody outdated Honey Buns... YUK! His mind wandered...
The machine continued however to hold on to a thread of hope.... why there were thousands and thousands of acres out there just off the Estate for a dime ... out there Dwindling over the Centuries ....
Why he had even come across some petroglyphs... out there.... where 'others' a long time ago had been before...... obviously ....
He was a fun guy larger than life and everybody like his persona... as the living machine and wanted to call him their friend as they had a similar mindset in a day and age that longed to find some fun in portraying as if in some lost piece of art hanging on a living breathing wall......
As If and maybe so.......... their lays her wanton willingness also ... for the taking...
The last bastion of strength..........
Voice command was on... however it did not seem to be working very well.........
It was a giant towering machine with great balloon tires..... the machines name was ' I-HE' and it was voice activated....
very dangerous it could run over you... and did not always listen very well... for of course it was a machine...
It had no heart..... to see with.
It could be described in a sense as a giant towering Cowboy in the high desert... made of poster board paper flapping in the breeze larger than life itself.........
It was great when in worked... you could yell STOP... and it would... on a dime... other times you could yell and yell and yell to its voice activated command to no avail and it would bump into things causing damage... and you better be quick on your feet else you very well could get crushed.......
It was a big tall machine....
Some called it the 'Last Bastion of Strength'
Wanting to operate on its own .... sometimes it would cut loose and go round and round doing pirouettes... in the silty sand..... of its own seeming volition.... or maybe it just had a shorted wire?
It took action on for and of its own vocation ... so to speak...
It could be Nasty as you wanted it to be also ... upon your request...
So after knocking into several things that came tumbling down on a narrowing path... the great machine stopped and focused....... its eye.....
standing motionless ... looking.... Snapping still picture after still picture... glossy 8x 10's... you could rum your fingernails across ... slick like.
He thought... for himself as machines rarely do.........
This:
'I might like you....of my own accord... and volition ... 'I-He' liked those nice pictures you took too... 'Sorry I am unable to Friend you of your own written accord.. his little electric brain was confused for he thought that was the whole idea of a distant social networking platform... to friend making acquaintance to the unique? but that was in his own mind... which of course was A.I. anyway... so... somebody else said so.... he guessed.......
Then the machine randomly thought of outdated Honey Buns... why in the world would you knowingly give anybody outdated Honey Buns... YUK! His mind wandered...
The machine continued however to hold on to a thread of hope.... why there were thousands and thousands of acres out there just off the Estate for a dime ... out there Dwindling over the Centuries ....
Why he had even come across some petroglyphs... out there.... where 'others' a long time ago had been before...... obviously ....
He was a fun guy larger than life and everybody like his persona... as the living machine and wanted to call him their friend as they had a similar mindset in a day and age that longed to find some fun in portraying as if in some lost piece of art hanging on a living breathing wall......
As If and maybe so.......... their lays her wanton willingness also ... for the taking...
The last bastion of strength..........
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