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Showing posts with label DJ Fly Agaric 23. Show all posts
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Deep Scratch vs Udio Round 2
Back with another round of curated beat jams and soundtracky dusty data-dust cuts. Enjoy.
They Came To Starburg - by Steve Fly Agaric (Audio Book)
IMB6025 Steve Fly – They Came To Starburg – Digital Release – An album of spoken word (31st October 2014)
Steve Fly is a native of Stourbridge UK, now an Amsterdam resident who plays drums, spins vinyl, writes novels and literary and cultural commentary. He maintains a flock of websites and works in various other art forms without visible restraint. His other music projects have included New Flesh, Garaj Mahal, Temple Dragon band, John Sinclair and The Cosmic Trigger Stage Play.
Buy it on iTunes here: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/they-came-to-starburg/id935832302
They Came to Starburg by Steve Fly
- Original Release Date: 31 Oct. 2014Release Date: 31 Oct. 2014Label: Iron Man RecordsCopyright: 2014 Iron Man RecordsTotal Length: 49:39
- http://ironmanrecords.net/2014/11/steve-fly-they-came-to-starburg-digital-release-an-album-of-spoken-word/
Lo saturnalia
Lo saturnalia
drink new flesh
news flash
equiknocking em
back with kwantum
mechanix
Fliegenschwamm
through Mukhomor
flowing on about many
moments
drunken bard pist
somber past
summert'
felt like tao-mouche
Amen EAT!
born from
nothing
woids into la
picene
drink new flesh
news flash
equiknocking em
back with kwantum
mechanix
Fliegenschwamm
through Mukhomor
flowing on about many
moments
drunken bard pist
somber past
summert'
felt like tao-mouche
Amen EAT!
born from
nothing
woids into la
picene
dark mother
Earth:
early autumn
Δtummy full
mummiflied earth
nourishing dark belly of
night
Δrise
receptive southwestern
mother mother
plant
Weak yielding
and democratic mother
Dharmadollar ghosts
Holy dung
holy graal leg
Ξnds grow
sovereignty
To brew Tea
sacred ceremony
rise you fruiting
bodies
Great Eastern Sun
saves and radiates
all perception as gamb
owl mixed
and matched inside
our skull
inside and outside
our wombowl
and under the
almond-trees
goods
Lo!
lands of Cyberia
Siberia and Peteurasia
raise ya.
Persian Haoma plus
➄ indole Eztheotextz
plus
Chinese written
characters plus pranayama
may equal "stoned"
perception
concrete mixture
Steve Fly - World Piss Chapter 21.
(line edit 21/12/13)
early autumn
Δtummy full
mummiflied earth
nourishing dark belly of
night
Δrise
receptive southwestern
mother mother
plant
Weak yielding
and democratic mother
Dharmadollar ghosts
Holy dung
holy graal leg
Ξnds grow
sovereignty
To brew Tea
sacred ceremony
rise you fruiting
bodies
Great Eastern Sun
saves and radiates
all perception as gamb
owl mixed
and matched inside
our skull
inside and outside
our wombowl
and under the
almond-trees
goods
Lo!
lands of Cyberia
Siberia and Peteurasia
raise ya.
Persian Haoma plus
➄ indole Eztheotextz
plus
Chinese written
characters plus pranayama
may equal "stoned"
perception
concrete mixture
Steve Fly - World Piss Chapter 21.
(line edit 21/12/13)
Solar flares and freaky weather (Oaklahoma Tornado?)
It just struck me that maybe the recent solar flare activity might be partially responsible for the freak weather conditions, and tornados in particular.
What are the connections, if any, between solar flares and weather on earth. Is there any evidence to suggest that in the future, rather than putting all the efforts into worrying about radio and communications interfearence on earth after a large solar flare, having the foresight to warm or prepare for freak weather, tornados and wind storms in particular?
Maybe it was Solar Flare M3.2 of May 17th 2013?
What are the connections, if any, between solar flares and weather on earth. Is there any evidence to suggest that in the future, rather than putting all the efforts into worrying about radio and communications interfearence on earth after a large solar flare, having the foresight to warm or prepare for freak weather, tornados and wind storms in particular?
Maybe it was Solar Flare M3.2 of May 17th 2013?
Art and money, how?
Art and Money?
How is it, who issues itcreative and yet counterfeit
for nothing
a second look
double take
the time space
inversion with
value?
empty things in time space
filled with space time
what do you call it
money or art?
artney/moart?
which technical abilities
aesthetic reflections
information content and
originality
in economics
the painted euro
fabricated pound
sculptured dollar
projected bit
coin from paper to
data and back to the newest
paper cash
canvas
mini illustrated notes
of limited beauty
money as counterfeit art
art as counterfeit
money
draw you notes now
to Elmyr and twenty Bob
what’s unique and rare art
what value system is held
in s/place my numbers
5, 10, 20, 50, 100
limited proportions
artistic value
distortions
Art & money raise
question:
what is money,
who issues it
how?
Steve ‘Fly’ Pratt
(Amsterdam)
shape spacestation mission schedules by shunning election machine pressures
Do not despair,
there are words to put your hair on end
tip top tailored trips to smooth out
and curl the end of the world into a Bob.
Recorsi, the eternal returnsche
cosmo-constantly
bring a bitter light
stretch the imagination to its limit.
to make the tale true enough
comeback, the field of
thought
emerging again, amplified once more
make it new
shape spacestation
mission schedules by
shunning election machine
pressures
www.raw360.net
there are words to put your hair on end
tip top tailored trips to smooth out
and curl the end of the world into a Bob.
Recorsi, the eternal returnsche
cosmo-constantly
bring a bitter light
stretch the imagination to its limit.
to make the tale true enough
comeback, the field of
thought
emerging again, amplified once more
make it new
shape spacestation
mission schedules by
shunning election machine
pressures
www.raw360.net
FLY BY NIGHT WITH STEVE THE FLY 04
Fly By Night with Steve The Fly 04
Posted in: Fly By Night, Radio Free Amsterdam, Steve Fly
The Fly is finishing up the night at the Café Belgique with music by Art Blakey, Otis Rush, Tribe, Shuggie Otis, Lee Perry & Adrian Sherwood, Slayer, Junior Wells, Otis Rush, Miles Davis, John Sinclair & Ed Moss, Magic Sam, and Brother Jack McDuff.
The John Sinclair Foundation Presents
FLY BY NIGHT WITH STEVE THE FLY 04
Café Belgique, Amsterdam, January 20, 2012 [FA-0004]
[01] Art Blakey: Oscalypso
[02] Otis Rush: Working Man
[03] Tribe: A New Day
[04] Shuggie Otis: Freedom Flight
[05] Lee Perry & Adrian Sherwood: Wake Up Call
[06] Slayer: Reigning Blood
[07] Junior Wells: Early In The Morning
[08] Otis Rush: All Your Love
[09] Miles Davis: Excerpt
[10] John Sinclair with Ed Moss & the Society Jazz Orchestra: Steps > Spectrum > LUYAH! The Glorious Step
[12] Magic Sam: Everything Gonna Be Alright
[13] Closing Music: Brother Jack McDuff: Goodnight, It’s Time To Go
A JOINT PRODUCTION
Produced by Steve “Fly” Pratt for Radio Free Amsterdam
Edited, assembled & annotated by John Sinclair
Executive Producer: Sidney Daniels
Sponsored by Ceres Seeds & The Hempshopper, Amsterdam
© 2012 Steve Pratt & The John Sinclair Foundation
http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/fly-by-night-with-steve-the-fly-04/
Fly By Night with Steve The Fly 01
Fly By Night with Steve The Fly 01
Posted in: Fly By Night, Radio Free Amsterdam
The John Sinclair Foundation Presents
FLY BY NIGHT WITH STEVE THE FLY 01
Café Belgique, Amsterdam, January 20, 2012 [FA-0001]
DJ Steve The Fly spinning at the Café Belgique in Amsterdam on the night of January 20, 2012…Part One.
FLY BY NIGHT 01
[01] Ras G & the Afrikan Space Program > Old Fashioned Disc Jockey
[02] Junior Wells: Snatch It Back & Hold It
[03] Otis Rush: Can’t Wait No Longer
[04] Sonny Boy Williamson: Keep It To Yourself
[05] The Larks: Fattening Frogs For Snakes
[06] Lowell Fulson: You Got To Do Me Right
[07] Magic Sam: Same Old Blues
[08] Junior Wells: Somebody Done Hoodooed the Hoodoo Man
[09] Sonny Boy Williamson: Don’t Lose Your Eye
[10] Shuggie Otis: One Day At A Time
[11] Horace Andy: Angel Dub
[12] Lee Perry & Adrian Sherwood: Yellow Fever
[13] Mad Professor:
[14] Thelonious Monk Quartet: Rhythm-A-Ning
[15] Tribe: Beneficient
[16] James Brown: Man In The Mirror
[17] Tribe: Space II
[18] The Meters: Just Kissed My Baby
[19] Closing Music: Tribe: Son Of Tribe
A JOINT PRODUCTION
Produced & recorded by Steve “Fly” Pratt for Radio Free Amsterdam
Edited, assembled & annotated by John Sinclair
Executive Producer: Sidney Daniels
Sponsored by Ceres Seeds & The Hempshopper, Amsterdam
© 2012 Steve Pratt. Used with oermission.
http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/fly-by-night-with-steve-the-fly-01/
Steve Fly’s Saturnalia
Steve Fly’s Saturnalia
Posted in: Vintage Radio Vault
VINTAGE RADIO VAULTS 61
Steve Fly’s Saturnalia
Fly Agaric Studio, Amsterdam, December 23, 2009 [VV-0061]
The last few weeks I’ve witnessed John Sinclair programming spontaneous radio shows across the table from me. John made a number of shows that knocked me off my stool so I figured it was my duty as DJ Fly Agaric to respond with a festive selection of tunes. The tracks were selected from my LP collection, recorded Wednesday 22nd December 2009 on a H4 Zoom Recorder.
PLAYLIST 61
[00] Baba Israel > Detroit Life Radio ID
[01] Darlene Love: Marshmallow World
[02] Channel One Studio: Ballistic Affair version
[03] Miles Davis: Round About Midnight
[04] Bobby Lester & the Moonglows: Hey Santa Claus
[05] Clark-Boland Big Band: Sakara
[06] Fel Kuti: Trouble Sleep Yanga Wake Am
[07] The Larks: I Ain’t Fattening No Frogs For Snakes
[08] The Ronettes: Sleigh Ride
[09] Jimmy Reed: Rockin’ with Reed
[10] Marcus Belgrave: Glue Finger (Part 2)
[11] James Brown: Don’t Tell a Lie about Me
[12] Bob Marley: No Water
[13] Rage Against the Machine: Killing In The Name
[14] Baba Israel > Detroit Life Radio ID
Produced, edited & assembled by DJ Fly Agaric 23
Vinyl spun on two Vestax turntables & recorded on Zoom H4 recorder
Post-production, editing & annotation by John Sinclair
Executive Producer: Larry Hayden
Special thanks to Steve “Fly” Agaric & a Merry Xmas to all.
© 2009, 2011 The John Sinclair Foundation. All Rights Reserved.
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Shannanigums Wave Book III Chapter XII by flyagaric23
“Us clams must stick apart” –Feudal Baron Periwinkle III.
Aphrodite rose from sea foam in film. Merry Mermaid and love goddess surfinn her scallop chariot through twisted arms of godsoilmen and sludge.
She has risen to meet the supermajors to balance scales and dance to the finnance seers circe song.
Gulf scoop. Venus Arise! Awake. Hail Eris! Drink snail wine and toast to King scallop, loops.
Sail up Botticelli’s shell birth canal, known by cockle, hat and staff, Cruz’ past oily Slick Cheney news. We roe under the sign, past energy task force positions.
The Galloping Scallop clad man of greek myth. The Knights bejewelled in clam lips and kisses. Rich blue Oil spill or mother of pearl? Like blended parrots and dead plankton, mixed emulsions. Beautiful Miss. Oil Spill?
Crude awakening to the spill-age. A Collosal squid princess riding old Jakobsschelp to help a Hutch load of old scallops rise out the Seafloor Blues. Deep sea things speak! Lo! Scallops of the ocean down by the great rising Chiefs.
Take Big Periwinkle into your earshell. Smell the sign, touch the symbol, has it got ridges? Dreams cast to sea to see in a Venus shell in a mother of pearl breast. Dead Plankton in the paint painted on Saints of the swamp.
And the city sewers flow. Heed the clam of commerce and the cockle-shock shimmy. A shell of transfusion, what sea-shell sign symbol confusion.
Emerging on a horse covered in Scallops? Yes, Prince Periwinkle gallops-up stream like Salmon. Skullops for one shelling a dollop. Sea wave-wind Mussels flex into fossils. Oh, more yet, invisible smell of oilamp from the limpet.
The Penis of Mr. Big Periwinkle is swelling, a telling sign of the times. Lets Oil the Oystery of Oil, and stir with a staff, lets foil Big sharks, get shocked, struck coil! Row roe with the Tide Swell batter and salt.
Swim with the titanic Sementic shift, up out the shell, again, to tell a snail tale of the planetary shaft.
Son’s of Thunder Juice, Snel, quick up to defend the word. A sea slug with untold feet, runs with you. Hoily Tools of the Big Petrol scoop and scope scheme, wallops the marine scene with unclean oil sheen. Another spellage.
Ocean deep n' blue, packed full of shell-rooms, true teachers of petrochem generation X. Drill here. Rise up like foam, Alexthunder Oil the Shah Cockle and the unseen shellhand scoop, arise fortuna.
Waxy Parrot Snot in the sea banks, how to dress up a death spill? Casting Shells - The wavy lines trace swellmighty calm. His Loch' Holiness the Buddhaclam Caliph of Pearl of the Santiago Shell mound gate tell us, what fate?
Great clam emperor of the Mollusca lineage, Big Up your shelf. By nature the sign, 500 Million years of geometry spun, sings in holy brine water, the Duke Periwinkle Clam tissue of ivory Sheen?
Look down the well. Oily DEA and ivory salt newspaper scalps litter our vessel, truth and beauty from underwater vents, meanwhile oilmen pollute the ocean-Green with sculpted Pipe lines, crime waves of DEA projects, No Oildea how sticky their handshells.
To the Great Old One's, please hear us and help a sign-sailor resist a supermajor temptress, blackmailing a redesign.
Each cell on the Shell glitters and does not glisten. Clamco on our sex organs. Oil spill, pipe-line, spoil, Usury, coercion, interference with the flow.
Oyster Gods of ancient oceans sculpt the wave and weave pearls for serpents teeth to sew. WWII elixir prohibition, in the name of thy snakeoil potions, Rise, Oh.
Sea-meat wonders with one hundred eyes that dwell upon Old heraldic shields, Rise up like bubbles and show us your shape. If only Molluscs could grow wings?
Dutch English American statistics, more scallops? Roam the ocean wide with the Sigil of Galloping shells tells a whale of a trial of a clam, with snapping hinge teeth. Big Blood and loot (bleep) swinging from the Scallops pole, I and Shelly, and our Seal: Koninklijk.
A Toast to Scallops and the food of Godzilla, and the marvel of Clam propulsion.
Venus come surfing on a scallop, leading with a shell in hat and staff in hand. Scholar. Mussel Swimming down Saint James's glory-gate to stealth Oil Cow and coo. Scoop it. And the church Redlips TTOTTAL Informollusc. Sculp. Crude awakening.
Cockoily and Crude Millions scalloped out of the earth's. Intimidated pilgrims raise a Church shoal. To the Botticelli Shell-mex, mix, to the - Supermajor – noGods’ and the shall he, Shall he not trotter. Heart of calcite, home of crystal. Toil to swim with the ASA Esso sponsors. Pick a Shell and drink James Juice.
The sacred periwinkle proportions, now sea gold. Periwinkle Cockle and aragonite Shillyshellying, on land we're all out of gas? Gaia Scalp flaking, dry rot and sun burn, Crashing oil and Blood in similar waves, Half-mollusc, half man with a vulva Cuthulu cult riding a Periwinkle to shore, to soil on past British Patrolingmen.
Deep Rejoice – Skol - of the sea leagues 93’000 species of Mollusc, calcium from sea, Saint James Juice “No thankyou.” Oh, resurrecting Periwinkle is forbidden? Greenwash be damned, HOLY Scollop of truth Swim on your way!
Oh, Mollusc gas around pilgrims Hands. Scooping the word. Praise the Count of cockles who calculates the calcium content. Re-shore em’ that Oystery has Pearls. Barons to protect the crust. Don't drill, hear! The silver pink flesh remaining of ocean Sheild.
What pearls lie in the sign. Schaaldrake Unreeled from the Well, winds blowing above the abyss of humanity.
A clamber of underwater James shimmer “What the devil’s covering you, old directors?” The Hat clamp too. Holy floor, must be peak oil time! Shall we use our gills to push? Praise oceans Brand waves. The fisherman on fire, Oil brigade, fire brigade.
What Sustenance? Entangled oil pipline artery of earth rot? Well well well, Oil be damned! eyel. The stolen dead plankton. The dead seamen-oil-blood transfusion.
The Tectonic shifts and shafts. Swallow the shilly-shally sea and go a’ rumaging. A mussel bound wisdom tongue in a Dutch pit. Venus in shell, that feminine Scallop.
Beware the starfish and oystercatchers and Condi Rice. Our boat enters the earshells of Leviathon. Seers are feeding, so meditate on bivalvia underground and grow new ears. Total germs. Sea worms fight back.
Please dive off the Euro board and Rejoice for James Juice. Hoily Houses Haunt Oystery sauce. The currents of Oysery in the Musselmen’s. How to Oil the machine and then stir, sir?
Scallop filtration of nature Mouth pit. Hermaphrodite Samuel of the black-gold waters. Global eyes of the oceanic gleam where Ibskal speak of sea diamonds, pearls and disturb the Calm mud.
Look Deep, look well , lick the James Juice-oil, drink the poison and ride the snake to the pit of Saint DEA, to planet Exo-Clamboil. Elders send word of hope, inducing Amanita Mollusca.
Sometides wash nutrients up Ripples of the great allrudy wish-ways prepear’d with proportions of Baron periwinkles dimples. Chevrollop, clamswallop, wham. Big Shh’ galaxy, in silence. And inside the noble clam chamber Mr. Mussel finds shelter from transfusions and Cockledoom on a dinner plate.
Oh shil, you supermajor logo shystirs. Rumble of waves around scalloped edge - where Venus teleports - to visit ecstatic ten-thousand. And Brand new standards, drink the ocean ink of clam soup. Ingest the Hoily Ocean Extracts from the me-a-ning Well, it's all for the best.
Wade through the bauxite, don’t step on our eggshares show foresight. Juice the wellwell markets, be merry, speak into these eggshawls. Schelp, I need some clammy mammy? Muscle and sperm of capitol, testoss and hydrocarbons, Thankyou, the pearls really shine. 500 Million years of Scallop evolution sculpted from chalk with tyme.
Real Crotch Oil spread and royal Roe Smoothie. The synchro-swimming around the OVA, mixing a schaal alliance. Pink into the black current. Shellfish swim for ecosystem and it’s edges.
The taste and Zap, filtering compost on sea-bed, the underwater awakening, like Fungus, the Clam infiltrates the swill. Heaven and Hell, the birth of Lucifer von Periwinkle and his Kingdom Oilmen! Lo, the chatter and Swell, the Venus and the Vulva. Marian’s Well. Like a Mermaid's, always moist.
Master of devices and of painted Green weeds. Grow. A Pilgrim Artefact slyjacked. Marian! Murmur and maid, with comb and mirror, homeless, Comb exchanged for a clam-pick to pluck Lyre songs. Merry tinkles of shells and deep-blues for heads.
Oh yeah, to schell the proof to buy the truth. Sea Red and sigil read. Michelle, and her pink mantle. Swimming with our vows to explore the edges of the Sun. Elixir of Baron Periwinkle makes a tasty tipple. A tale maybe a virus. Vile us! With a treacherous hijacked Scallop - snapping - at your toe, out to out brand Oil.
Way out. Respect the Hoily mollusc of Saint James. These Claims of holy clams clamp down on Baron Periwinkle’s clump, so Dive down and pry benearth. The Venus Mermaiden has risen from the sea to show you her she-sails.
“Us clams must stick apart” –Feudal Baron Periwinkle III.
Aphrodite rose from sea foam in film. Merry Mermaid and love goddess surfinn her scallop chariot through twisted arms of godsoilmen and sludge.
She has risen to meet the supermajors to balance scales and dance to the finnance seers circe song.
Gulf scoop. Venus Arise! Awake. Hail Eris! Drink snail wine and toast to King scallop, loops.
Sail up Botticelli’s shell birth canal, known by cockle, hat and staff, Cruz’ past oily Slick Cheney news. We roe under the sign, past energy task force positions.
The Galloping Scallop clad man of greek myth. The Knights bejewelled in clam lips and kisses. Rich blue Oil spill or mother of pearl? Like blended parrots and dead plankton, mixed emulsions. Beautiful Miss. Oil Spill?
Crude awakening to the spill-age. A Collosal squid princess riding old Jakobsschelp to help a Hutch load of old scallops rise out the Seafloor Blues. Deep sea things speak! Lo! Scallops of the ocean down by the great rising Chiefs.
Take Big Periwinkle into your earshell. Smell the sign, touch the symbol, has it got ridges? Dreams cast to sea to see in a Venus shell in a mother of pearl breast. Dead Plankton in the paint painted on Saints of the swamp.
And the city sewers flow. Heed the clam of commerce and the cockle-shock shimmy. A shell of transfusion, what sea-shell sign symbol confusion.
Emerging on a horse covered in Scallops? Yes, Prince Periwinkle gallops-up stream like Salmon. Skullops for one shelling a dollop. Sea wave-wind Mussels flex into fossils. Oh, more yet, invisible smell of oilamp from the limpet.
The Penis of Mr. Big Periwinkle is swelling, a telling sign of the times. Lets Oil the Oystery of Oil, and stir with a staff, lets foil Big sharks, get shocked, struck coil! Row roe with the Tide Swell batter and salt.
Swim with the titanic Sementic shift, up out the shell, again, to tell a snail tale of the planetary shaft.
Son’s of Thunder Juice, Snel, quick up to defend the word. A sea slug with untold feet, runs with you. Hoily Tools of the Big Petrol scoop and scope scheme, wallops the marine scene with unclean oil sheen. Another spellage.
Ocean deep n' blue, packed full of shell-rooms, true teachers of petrochem generation X. Drill here. Rise up like foam, Alexthunder Oil the Shah Cockle and the unseen shellhand scoop, arise fortuna.
Waxy Parrot Snot in the sea banks, how to dress up a death spill? Casting Shells - The wavy lines trace swellmighty calm. His Loch' Holiness the Buddhaclam Caliph of Pearl of the Santiago Shell mound gate tell us, what fate?
Great clam emperor of the Mollusca lineage, Big Up your shelf. By nature the sign, 500 Million years of geometry spun, sings in holy brine water, the Duke Periwinkle Clam tissue of ivory Sheen?
Look down the well. Oily DEA and ivory salt newspaper scalps litter our vessel, truth and beauty from underwater vents, meanwhile oilmen pollute the ocean-Green with sculpted Pipe lines, crime waves of DEA projects, No Oildea how sticky their handshells.
To the Great Old One's, please hear us and help a sign-sailor resist a supermajor temptress, blackmailing a redesign.
Each cell on the Shell glitters and does not glisten. Clamco on our sex organs. Oil spill, pipe-line, spoil, Usury, coercion, interference with the flow.
Oyster Gods of ancient oceans sculpt the wave and weave pearls for serpents teeth to sew. WWII elixir prohibition, in the name of thy snakeoil potions, Rise, Oh.
Sea-meat wonders with one hundred eyes that dwell upon Old heraldic shields, Rise up like bubbles and show us your shape. If only Molluscs could grow wings?
Dutch English American statistics, more scallops? Roam the ocean wide with the Sigil of Galloping shells tells a whale of a trial of a clam, with snapping hinge teeth. Big Blood and loot (bleep) swinging from the Scallops pole, I and Shelly, and our Seal: Koninklijk.
A Toast to Scallops and the food of Godzilla, and the marvel of Clam propulsion.
Venus come surfing on a scallop, leading with a shell in hat and staff in hand. Scholar. Mussel Swimming down Saint James's glory-gate to stealth Oil Cow and coo. Scoop it. And the church Redlips TTOTTAL Informollusc. Sculp. Crude awakening.
Cockoily and Crude Millions scalloped out of the earth's. Intimidated pilgrims raise a Church shoal. To the Botticelli Shell-mex, mix, to the - Supermajor – noGods’ and the shall he, Shall he not trotter. Heart of calcite, home of crystal. Toil to swim with the ASA Esso sponsors. Pick a Shell and drink James Juice.
The sacred periwinkle proportions, now sea gold. Periwinkle Cockle and aragonite Shillyshellying, on land we're all out of gas? Gaia Scalp flaking, dry rot and sun burn, Crashing oil and Blood in similar waves, Half-mollusc, half man with a vulva Cuthulu cult riding a Periwinkle to shore, to soil on past British Patrolingmen.
Deep Rejoice – Skol - of the sea leagues 93’000 species of Mollusc, calcium from sea, Saint James Juice “No thankyou.” Oh, resurrecting Periwinkle is forbidden? Greenwash be damned, HOLY Scollop of truth Swim on your way!
Oh, Mollusc gas around pilgrims Hands. Scooping the word. Praise the Count of cockles who calculates the calcium content. Re-shore em’ that Oystery has Pearls. Barons to protect the crust. Don't drill, hear! The silver pink flesh remaining of ocean Sheild.
What pearls lie in the sign. Schaaldrake Unreeled from the Well, winds blowing above the abyss of humanity.
A clamber of underwater James shimmer “What the devil’s covering you, old directors?” The Hat clamp too. Holy floor, must be peak oil time! Shall we use our gills to push? Praise oceans Brand waves. The fisherman on fire, Oil brigade, fire brigade.
What Sustenance? Entangled oil pipline artery of earth rot? Well well well, Oil be damned! eyel. The stolen dead plankton. The dead seamen-oil-blood transfusion.
The Tectonic shifts and shafts. Swallow the shilly-shally sea and go a’ rumaging. A mussel bound wisdom tongue in a Dutch pit. Venus in shell, that feminine Scallop.
Beware the starfish and oystercatchers and Condi Rice. Our boat enters the earshells of Leviathon. Seers are feeding, so meditate on bivalvia underground and grow new ears. Total germs. Sea worms fight back.
Please dive off the Euro board and Rejoice for James Juice. Hoily Houses Haunt Oystery sauce. The currents of Oysery in the Musselmen’s. How to Oil the machine and then stir, sir?
Scallop filtration of nature Mouth pit. Hermaphrodite Samuel of the black-gold waters. Global eyes of the oceanic gleam where Ibskal speak of sea diamonds, pearls and disturb the Calm mud.
Look Deep, look well , lick the James Juice-oil, drink the poison and ride the snake to the pit of Saint DEA, to planet Exo-Clamboil. Elders send word of hope, inducing Amanita Mollusca.
Sometides wash nutrients up Ripples of the great allrudy wish-ways prepear’d with proportions of Baron periwinkles dimples. Chevrollop, clamswallop, wham. Big Shh’ galaxy, in silence. And inside the noble clam chamber Mr. Mussel finds shelter from transfusions and Cockledoom on a dinner plate.
Oh shil, you supermajor logo shystirs. Rumble of waves around scalloped edge - where Venus teleports - to visit ecstatic ten-thousand. And Brand new standards, drink the ocean ink of clam soup. Ingest the Hoily Ocean Extracts from the me-a-ning Well, it's all for the best.
Wade through the bauxite, don’t step on our eggshares show foresight. Juice the wellwell markets, be merry, speak into these eggshawls. Schelp, I need some clammy mammy? Muscle and sperm of capitol, testoss and hydrocarbons, Thankyou, the pearls really shine. 500 Million years of Scallop evolution sculpted from chalk with tyme.
Real Crotch Oil spread and royal Roe Smoothie. The synchro-swimming around the OVA, mixing a schaal alliance. Pink into the black current. Shellfish swim for ecosystem and it’s edges.
The taste and Zap, filtering compost on sea-bed, the underwater awakening, like Fungus, the Clam infiltrates the swill. Heaven and Hell, the birth of Lucifer von Periwinkle and his Kingdom Oilmen! Lo, the chatter and Swell, the Venus and the Vulva. Marian’s Well. Like a Mermaid's, always moist.
Master of devices and of painted Green weeds. Grow. A Pilgrim Artefact slyjacked. Marian! Murmur and maid, with comb and mirror, homeless, Comb exchanged for a clam-pick to pluck Lyre songs. Merry tinkles of shells and deep-blues for heads.
Oh yeah, to schell the proof to buy the truth. Sea Red and sigil read. Michelle, and her pink mantle. Swimming with our vows to explore the edges of the Sun. Elixir of Baron Periwinkle makes a tasty tipple. A tale maybe a virus. Vile us! With a treacherous hijacked Scallop - snapping - at your toe, out to out brand Oil.
Way out. Respect the Hoily mollusc of Saint James. These Claims of holy clams clamp down on Baron Periwinkle’s clump, so Dive down and pry benearth. The Venus Mermaiden has risen from the sea to show you her she-sails.
AS IF TRUE. BY fly agaric 23. Published in MAGIC MUSHROOMS: FROM TOADSLIME TO ECSTASY.
My first published short story....linked in google books - Thanks again to the great Paul Krassner who decided to include my email reply - composed - piece, for his magical book of collected psychedelic tales and feedback from the psy-landscapes.
FF is for FLICKR FLY:
"flip yourself head over heels, as if swinging over a waist-high horizontal bar in front of you. Now your heart is on the same side as the mirror-person's heart-but your feet and head are in the wrong places, and your stomach, although at approximately the right height, is upsidedown. So it seems a mirror can be perceived as reversing up and down, provided you're willing to map yourself onto a creature whose feet are above its head. It all depends on the ways that you are willing to slip yourself onto another entity. -- Douglas Hofstader. The Mind's I: Fantasies and Reflections on Self and Soul (co-edited with Daniel Dennett)"
"If a nonspinning inertial observer looks along his axis of symmetry, he sees his coaxial nonspinning inertial peers apparently nonspinning with respect to himself, as we would expect. – Godel_metric
"QIUP – Quantum Inseparability Principle, named by Nick Herbert: the impossibility of existentially separating observer and observed. –- Dr. Robert Anton Wilson Quantum Psychology. New Falcon Press. Page. 107.
"I also updated the piece to depict a modern market area, a supermarket or shopping mall, filled with glass panels (shamelessly achieved by the use of a paper edge). Instead of the three views culminating in exit points to organic backgrounds or nature, I chose to make the whole space an interior, with backgrounds of a shop, car park and a public sliding-door entrance. The figures are also modernised; cash machine, struggling pensioners, drunks, maintenance orderly and shoppers. -- http://www.schudio.co.uk/blog/2009/m-c-escher-tribute-2-of-3
"as if everything were not in displacement, detour, transference, metaphor everything is in the love potion of seduction... --Jean Baudrillard writes in Dust Breeding, 2001.
"We used to think that physics described the Universe. Now we know that physics only describes what we can say about the Universe. -- Niels Bohr. Quoted from "Quantum Psychology. RAW."
"The matrix is the kind of film about the matrix that the Matrix could have produced -- Jean Baudrillard.
"Consciousness is not only a way out of the evolutionary impasse, says Hilbrandt, but also an escape from the snares of Godelization, for by means of paralogistic contradictions this solution has sidestepped the contradictions to which every system that is perfect with respect to logic is subject. So, then, the universum of the personoids is fully rational, but they are not fully rational inhabitants of it. -- “Non Serviam” from A Perfect Vacuum: Perfect Reviews of Nonexistent Books by Stanislaw Lem. Copyright 1971 by Stanislaw Lem; English translation copyright 1979, 1978 by Stanislaw Lem, Reprinted by permission of Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc."
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